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Chapter 4-3
Downtown, Tuesday, November 1, 3 a.m.
He growled in frustration. First his tasty victim had been saved after only one fuck by a nosy guy, then the cops had doubled their patrols, preventing him from catching another victim. He had been prowling for hours and not once had he seen a suitable girl in a compromising position. His cock throbbed with the need to release.
The bars had already closed and he had had some hope that this would give him a solid opening to find some drunk girl to take, but he hadn’t seen any girls alone, they had all been escorted by friends. He was finally about to give up in disgust, certain he couldn’t find another victim, when he saw movement behind one of the bars…
“Thanks for helping me with these barrels, Carl,” Cally said. The 22 year old brunette worked as a bartender at one of the downtown restraints to pay for college. It had been a long day and she was tired.
“No problem,” the large man said, heaving the last of the empty barrels into the storage shed behind the bar. Do you want me to help you clean up?”
“No,” Cally smiled gratefully, “you go home, I’ll finish cleaning up and lock up.”
“Okay,” Carl responded, “have a good night, and be careful.”
“I will,” she promised, thinking about that story on the news before she had gone to work. A serial rapist was a very frightening thing. She supposed he had probably struck again this night, all the girls walking around in such revealing costumes, and drunk besides. As Cally walked back to the open door to the bar, she looked at her own costume. She knew she was a sight, clad in the short, tight, orange shorts and tight, low-necked white tank top of a Hooters girl. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of sexy, black high heels.
Some would think she would be easy pickings, but she had brought a pair of sneakers to wear outside the bar, thereby letting her run if she needed to, plus she had a can of mace in her purse, the perfect thing to incapacitate an unwary attacker. Both were securely hidden behind the bar, where she could get them before heading out.
Cally shut and locked the back door, then surveyed the mess that the hundreds of customers had left. Sighing in resignation, she went to the back to grab a rag and spray to begin cleaning the bar. She had no idea that she was not alone until someone grabbed her from behind, one hand around her waist as the other clamped over her mouth. Before she could do more than let out a startled squeak, she was thrown hard to the floor, a heavy weight pinning her there.
‘Fuck,’ he thought, his cock pressed against her firm, tight ass, ‘what a tasty piece of meat!’ His nose was filled with the sweet aroma of her perfume as he pressed himself against her slim, athletic body. She struggled desperately, shouting and begging for him to stop. Roughly, he grabbed a handful of her thick, silky brown hair and pulled her head back. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered harshly, “Fight me and you’ll never stop regretting it, bitch!” With a sneer, he slipped his tongue into her ear and she gasped in revulsion and horror and he slowly kissed his way down her neck.
“Oh God, please stop!” she begged. Roughly, he rolled her over onto her back, she struggled against him, but he pinned her to the slick, sticky floor and smacked her hard across the face. She gasped in pain and in the moment she was stunned, he grabbed his backup handcuffs and expertly cuffed her hands in front of her. With a deft move, he cuffed her hands around a pole, leaving Cally helpless and exposed.
“Get off of me!” Cally screamed, desperately trying to push him off as she struggled to free herself. He easily held her down, smacking her hard across the face until her struggles subsided. Cally began to cry, desperately seeking a way to escape the fate she feared she was facing.
He looked at her, her pretty eyes wet with tears, red hand marks on her face from where he smacked her repeatedly. Her full, ripe cleavage, exposed seductively by the low neckline of her tight, white Hooters tank top, rose and fell delightfully in time to her gasping. Her slim, toned, warm, athletic body trembled and struggled underneath him, the feel sending waves of pleasure through his throbbing cock. As she struggled, her tight, short orange shorts rode up even higher, exposing more of her firm, tanned thighs. She was perfect, and she was all his. His cock throbbed even harder as his perverted mind decided what to do with his new toy.
He pulled out the long, serrated hunting knife he always used on his victims. Cally became very still, her eyes still filled with tears, her chest heaving in terror. ‘Was he going to kill her? Oh, please, no!’ “Please,” she begged in a soft, girlish voice, “don’t hurt me, please.”
“Shut up, bitch!” he snarled harshly. He grabbed hold of the soft fabric of her shirt, right at the low neckline, and proceeded to slice open the shirt. Cally gasped in fright as the knife sliced into her shirt, but stayed quiet, not even moving in terror as he sliced open her shirt. He grabbed the fabric, ripping it open and eliciting a gasp of humiliation and fright as Cally’s full, perky breasts were exposed, the firm little pink nipples hardening immediately in her terror and the cool of the bar.
Cally continued to cry as he ripped the straps off her tank top and roughly through the rags of her shirt into a corner. Cruelly, he caressed her flesh, stroking her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach. He slipped a finger into her soft, delicate navel and Cally shuddered in revulsion at the violating touch. Unconsciously, Cally’s thighs wrapped tight, desperate to protect herself from further violation.
He moved lower, to her hips, caressing the velvet curves as he moved lower. Cally sobbed and twisted desperately, trying to protect herself, but to no avail. Roughly, he slipped his fingers into her short, tight shorts and roughly pulled them off her. She struggled, but he was far stronger. He forced her shorts off her hips, down her legs, still pressed tightly together. Finally, he tugged her shorts off over her sexy high heels before throwing them into the corner as well. Underneath, Cally wore only a pair of black silk thong panties, the fabric barely covering her tight, shaved pussy.
“Fucking slut,” he muttered in lustful anticipation. Cally responded with another sob as she lay there, helpless and exposed, about to be ravished by this horrible man.
He reached up and unzipped his pants, exposing his hard, throbbing cock, already wet on the tip in anticipation. Cally saw his member and let out another sob of despair. He sneered, “What’s the matter, slut! Never taken one this big?” He leered, flashing a cruel smile, “Well don’t worry, I won’t be gentle!” He laughed harshly and Cally sobbed harder at his cruelty.
Reaching up, he hooked her silk thong, slowly and deliberately pulling the fabric down her long legs, enjoying the humiliation he assaulted her with. Cally struggled desperately to prevent him from completing her stripping, but failed once more. With a final tug, he pulled her panties off around her heels. He pressed the silken fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply the fresh aroma of her sweet body lotion mixed with the luscious aroma of her sweet pussy. The aroma was decadent, his cock hardening even further as his mind swirled with the possibilities of this night. Underneath him, Cally sobbed quietly.
Roughly, he grabbed her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart as he settled between them. Cally struggled desperately to protect herself, but he roughly settled down over her, his throbbing cock brushing the soft warmth of her exposed pussy.
“Please,” she begged, “don’t do this to me.” He responded with another slap hard across her face. When would the stupid slut learn, she couldn’t appeal to him. She was his, and he was going to take full advantage of her and her sweet little body. Taking his cock in one hand, he pressed it to the silken lips of her pusy, the warmth and moistness of her flesh caressing his hard cock and making him tremble in anticipation.
“Get ready, slut,” he sneered. With one thrust, his cock forced its way into her warm, moist folds, tearing its way deep into her violated flesh, buried to the hilt in her warm, moist flesh. “Aaaahhhhhh!” Cally screamed in humiliation and pain. Her whole body shuddered as his hard, thick cock forced its way deep into her unwilling flesh. He gasped in pleasure as his cock was encompassed by warm, moist, soft flesh. His face was pressed into her neck and he bit down on the soft flesh, causing her to gasp again in unwilling pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on her neck, inhaling the sweet aroma of her perfume as he pulled back and thrust deeply once more, fucking her with long, deep strokes.
Cally sobbed in pain, his long, deep strokes tearing her sensitive flesh and feeling like he was ripping her in half. For him, pleasure was overwhelming. With each stroke, he increased his speed. He thrust back and forth, faster and faster. Cally’s sobs grew as he used her body for his own pleasure. Her breasts bounced up and down in time to his cruel thrusts as his cock was milked by her warm, moist, silken flesh. Her tightness was overwhelming and he felt the pressure growing greater and greater with each thrust deep into her tight, silken flesh.
He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he thrust harder, making Cally gasp and sob even harder as he fucked her with renewed vigor. He could feel her silken flesh squeeze his hard, hot cock as she desperately tried to force him out of her violated flesh. He wouldn’t have it. Pinning her down, he thrust hard, burying himself to new depths in her helpless flesh as he thrust back and forth, the pressure building to new intensity deep in his testicles.
With one more cruel thrust, he felt his cock twitch deep within her pussy. Cally gasped and her eyes went wide. His cock exploded and huge, thick gouts of creamy cum fired deep into her helpless body. Cally shuddered as she let out a long, defeated moan. Again and again, his cock twitched in a huge spurt of thick, creamy cum. He came for half a minute before his cock stopped twitching; Cally lay unmoving underneath him, her eyes closed as she sobbed quietly, humiliated and conquered. He collapsed on top of her, having cum massively in his helpless, delicious, victim.
He lay there for nearly ten minutes, his cock receding from her abused pussy. Underneath him, Cally sobbed in despair, her pussy burning from the cruel thrusts it suffered, thick globs of cum slowly seeping out of her pussy, small streaks of blood from her torn pussy seeping out with the white liquid. Finally, he stood up, his strength recovered. He had failed to fully enjoy his first victim that night, but not this one. Roughly, he undid her handcuffs, removing them from the pole before recuffing her hands behind her back.
Grabbing a handful of her soft, silky hair, he dragged her to her knees in front of him. She looked at him with red, wet eyes, tears staining her beautiful face. “You look awful, slut!” he sneered cruelly. He grabbed a towel and roughly wiped her face clean. She just sobbed again, her face now cleaned up as she knelt before him, abused, naked and helpless.
He grabbed hold of his click cock with one hand, the other grabbing her soft chin, holding her pretty face in place. He pressed his cock to her soft, full lips. He almost spurted again right then, she was just too perfect, but he held on. “Open up, slut,” he ordered, “Time to clean up your mess.”
Cally’s mouth worked as she struggled not to show her horror. His cock reeked of cum, pussy juice and blood; and he wanted her to put it in her mouth? She looked up and saw his cruel leer and she knew that either she would open her mouth and suck on his cock or he would do far worse to her in punishment. Hating him, hating herself more, she opened her mouth and felt the thick, warm, repulsive flesh of his cock slither into her mouth, making her gag as she helplessly struggled to accept the repulsive organ into her mouth.
As her warm, wet mouth encompassed his cock, he moaned in pleasure. This was one of his best fucks ever. She was perfect: beautiful, repulsed, a fighter, defeated and in agony. He might even try visiting this little slut again. Her mouth was magic, her tongue gently massaging the underside of his cock as her mouth gently sucked his shaft. The pleasure was incredible as her sweet, wet mouth pleasured him. His cock throbbed as he thought of how disgusting this was to her and how perfect it was for him.
Cally’s eyes filled with tears as she slowly moved her mouth back and forth, gagging each time his cock thrust too deep for her to handle. Her tongue caressed the tip of his cock and she gagged at the vile taste of his slimy pre-cum. His cock was thick, hard, repulsive. Her lips wrapped tight around the shaft as it moved back and forth, she sucked gently, just desperately wishing this horror was over. She wished she could die as he trembled in pleasure once more. She felt his hard hands run through her silky hair and she trembled in disgust as they grabbed hold of her head and began moving her head back and forth in long, deep, strokes. With each thrust she gagged reflexively, her throat constricting around his thick cock and making her gag harder. The taste was vile. She knew she would never be able to forget the awful taste.
He moved her head faster and faster, feeling the intense pressure of his building orgasm. He could tell she felt it too as she began to struggle, desperate not to swallow. He just buried her face in his thick, coarse, pubic hair as the pleasure exploded and he fired another load into his luscious victim.
She felt his cock twitch, and she knew it was too late. To her horror, she felt the warm, slimy liquid fire into her, filling her mouth with the thick, salty liquid. The first shot fired right down her throat and she gagged convulsively. The next several shots filled her mouth. She couldn’t breathe and she knew she had to swallow. With a tremble of disgust, she swallowed a huge mouthful, the repulsive liquid sliding down her throat, deep into her body. She felt like throwing up as he pulled his cock out. She had swallowed his cum, and she knew she would never forget that repulsive feeling, or the vile taste.
He pulled out triumphantly, feeling very good. She sobbed and slid to the floor as his cock left her mouth, utterly beaten and defeated. He was feeling great and he knew he should get going, but since they were in such a nice, isolated place, he figured he could really take his time to enjoy this little cutie.
Getting up, he grabbed her by her long, soft hair and dragged her up as well. Roughly, he forced her against the wall, pinning her against it. He pulled out his knife, moving it close to her face. Cally gasped in terror at both the knife and him, terrified of what this sadistic monster might do to her. Slowly, he surveyed his naked victim. Her cheeks were wet with tears once more and a little glob of his cum had seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin, splattering wetly on her left breast. Her chest heaved with her sobbing gasps and her soft, flat stomach clenched and unclenched in terror. Her smooth, tanned legs were wobbly and she could barely stand. Her thighs were smeared with his cum and her blood from her earlier rape and thick globs of cum dribbled slowly down her inner thighs.
“Alright, slut,” he snarled harshly. “You’re my bitch now, got it!” In fear, Cally nodded, desperate to avoid any more pain this dark night. “Good,” he sneered. He reached behind her, undoing the hand cuffs binding her slim wrists. “Now go make me a drink. Something strong. And don’t even think about trying anything, cause I’m gonna watch you like a hawk, got it?” She nodded, and then began to move toward the bar, her legs trembling in exhaustion and terror. Before she had gone three steps, he was following her, watching her every move.
Cally went to the bar, conscious of his hot, possessive eyes on her naked, abused body. Hands shaking in fear and despair, she fixed him a strong drink, then handed him the glass. “You first,” he ordered. “I told you I don’t trust you, bitch!” Still trembling, she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip, the strong alcohol burning its way down her throat, blessedly washing away the vile taste of his cum, but still she felt repulsive.
Roughly taking the glass from her trembling hands, he took a large swig, the fiery alcohol burning down his throat delightfully. “Good slut,” he sneered. Grabbing her around her slim waist, he hauled Cally to a nearby booth, forcing her in first before sitting down next to her, blocking her escape.
For several minutes, he sat there, looking her up and down, enjoying every curve and bit of silken skin. Most of all, he enjoyed her discomfiture. She sat there, helpless and silent. Her pussy still burned from his brutal thrusting. Her thighs were slimy and sticky with his seed and her blood. Her mouth still stank of the vile cum she had been forced to swallow and time and time again she felt her stomach roil with nausea at the thought of what had happened to her this night.
“Why are you doing this,” she asked quietly. “Why do you hate me so much?” She was sure he’d simply smack her again for asking, but instead he thought for a moment.
“Because you’re a slut, and if you’re going to walk around wearing so little and advertising that sweet little body of yours, I’d say I have the right to a free sample.”
‘Is that really it?’ she thought silently. ‘Did I deserve this because of the way I dress?’
“And because I damn well can,” he sneered. Before she could think further on what he’d said, he grabbed her around her slim waist and hauled her up. She knew she should fight, but the fight was gone, beaten and fucked away in his previous assaults on her. Instead, she merely endured, not fighting as he hauled her up, then forced her against the table, bending her over. She sobbed quietly as he grabbed her legs, roughly forcing her sticky thighs apart. He grabbed his hard cock, spitting on it and rubbing the spit in, thereby lubricating his hard, thick member. Cally squeezed her eyes shut and wished she were anywhere else as he pressed his cock to her still dripping, abused vagina.
With one hard thrust, he forced his way into her abused pussy to the hilt, the wet flesh parting easily and encompassing him in their warm, wet folds. Cally merely sobbed as his cock roughly forced its way into her violated body once more. She didn’t even bother struggling this time as he thrust back and forth, his cock roughly forcing its way deeper and deeper, violating more and more of her flesh with each stroke.
He loved it. His cock had ripped her open the last time and this time his cock fit perfectly. Along with the lubricant of his cum and her blood, every stroke was a warm, wet, fleshy caress of her unwilling flesh. He just took his time, fucking her silly. It lasted for more than an hour, his cock thrusting back and forth as she sobbed softly. She didn’t fight and he took his time, her unwilling flesh caressing him delicately with each thrust. He came once, twice, three times. Each time, the warm cum lubricated his cock for the next time. He used her hard, fucking her harder with each orgasm. Time and time again he spurted a large, thick load of creamy sperm deep into her young, healthy body. Each time, she trembled and gasped in disgust and pain. He loved it. He had never so completely taken a woman as he did Cally. She was his, mind, body and soul. He destroyed her that night, cumming into her and violating her so completely that she would never be the same again.
He was completely drained, too tired to move, by the time he finally dismounted her. Cally slid to the floor, curling into the fetal position and just staring, her eyes blank, into nothingness. He put his cock away, checking to make sure he had everything he’d brought, other than his many loads of thick, creamy cum that he had deposited into Cally. As he moved to the door, he stopped by his devastated victim.
“That was the best fuck I’ve ever had, slut,” he murmured cruelly into her ear. “I’m gonna have to come visit you again sometime real soon, so you be ready for me, got it?” She lay there unmoving, not responding, barely even aware of her surroundings. He laughed in triumph and slipped out the back. As he left, he saw the sun was rising. He checked a clock nearby and confirmed it was nearly 6:30 in the morning. He’d enjoyed Cally for 3 and a half hours. Now to go home and get some sleep.
Cally lay there, naked and unmoving, until her boss arrived to finish any further clean up at just after 8 in the morning. When he saw her, he was horrified. He tried to help her, but she barely responded. He covered her up and called the police. He didn’t touch the crime scene, he did everything right.
Cally was treated, eventually she recovered sufficiently to give testimony. She helped as much as she could with the investigation, no matter how painful her experience was.
It just didn’t matter. The police checked for his DNA, no match. His description, no match. He wasn’t in their systems. For Kara, the frustration was becoming unbearable. There must be a way to catch this monster. She just needed to figure it out. Kara had never believed in vigilante justice, but she knew that if she caught this bastard, she would kill him no matter what.