University of Fear

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This is a story I began working on last year, although I rarely have time to work on it. I thought I would post the first few chapters here and see what you all thought about it.

Prologue
Saturday, May 14, 2011

University of California, San Cruces
UC San Cruces has been a campus under siege. For the whole school year, women have been brutally raped by an unknown serial rapist, dubbed the Panty Raider by the press, due to his tendency to keep the panties of the girls he rapes. Already 8 women, all between the ages of 18 and 22 have been raped, although 2 other women chose not to report their rapes, bringing the total to 10. It has been nearly 2 months since the last attack, and as students enjoy the end of finals and graduation festivities, the threat of the Panty Raider rapist seems far away.

Off Campus Housing
“Finally, done with school!” Krystle sighed in relief. She was relieved because she had finally finished her last semester of college.
She had just left a party at her sorority. Now, driving home with a “padded” feeling, she was happy and contented to just go home.
Krystle knew she was attractive. She had long dark blond hair and a slim 108 lbs body. She ran daily and did yoga. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in close to a year, too busy with school to even consider it. It had also been about a year since she had last had sex.
When she got to her apartment, she was unsurprised to see her roommate’s car gone. They were sorority sisters and her friend was still at the party, probably would stay there all night. That was okay with Krystle though, she wanted a good night’s sleep after the long night she’d had.
It was almost two in the morning as Krystle got out of her car, taking a moment to pull down the hem of her tight, form fitting gold dress. She also took a moment to adjust her firm, b cup breasts, looking down at her ample cleavage so temptingly exposed by the deep neck line of her dress.
Krystle pulled out her keys to allow her to quickly open the door when she got there, although that was less of a concern then it had been. For most of the school year, the campus had been terrorized by a string of rapes. The cops had never caught the guy, but it had been over two months since the last report, and the police believed the rapist had moved on.
Krystle moved to the door, sliding her key into the lock. Even before she could turn the key, she was slammed hard against the door, knocking the breathe from her. Krystle tried to scream, but even as she drew breath, a large hand covered her mouth as she felt a piece of cold, sharp metal press against her throat.
“Scream or fight and you die bitch,” a hard voice snarled. He always loved this part, where he terrorizes them into doing what he wants. She was a tasty piece of meat, which was what caught his eye as he saw her leaving earlier in the evening. The way that tight dress hugged her athletic body made his cock ache with need. For the last two months he had kept failing to catch a victim, mostly because all these girls were in groups. But now he had one.
She struggled against his grip, but he had her trapped between the door and his own bulk, and the combination of her sweet perfume and the feeling of her tight ass, pressed into his crotch as she struggled against him, was driving his cock crazy. He slammed her against the door again and pressed the knife against her throat, “Do what I say, bitch, or I’ll hurt you! You got me?”
Terrified as she was, Krystle nodded in terror.
“Good,” he sneered. He kept his hand over her mouth and the knife at her neck but pulled back, pulling her back as well. “Now unlock the door, bitch!”
Her hands trembling in fear, Krystle took several seconds to unlock the door. When she did, he pushed her through the doorway, holding her close as he slammed the door shut, locking the deadbolt to make sure they could be alone.
Once he had secured the room, he shoved Krystle onto the coach, keeping the knife near her pretty, terrified face the whole time.
Krystle gasped in fear as she looked at the man who had attacked her. He wore a ski mask and loose fitting sweat clothes, all black. “Ple-Please d-don’t hurt m-m-me,” she trembled. The man smacked her across the face, “Shut up, you stupid cunt!” Krystle felt the sting of his slap and the sting of his words. To her dismay, she felt her eyes becoming wet as she started to cry.

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He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Krystle struggled to escape, but his strong grip forced one wrist then the other behind her back. “No, please don’t do this,” Krystle begged. But to no avail. He held her wrists tightly as he clamped the cuffs on her, leaving her arms helplessly secured behind her back. He then grabbed Krystle by her long, soft hair. “Aaaahhh!” she cried out as he pulled her down onto her knees.
Still holding her in position by her hair with one hand, he pulled out his thick, long cock, dropping his sweat pants in the process. “You know what I want, bitch!” he sneered. She looked at him with terrified eyes, facing his thick, uncircumcised cock just inches from her pretty face. “Now suck my cock!” he ordered.
Krystle was frightened and absolutely disgusted; she had never wanted to perform oral sex on any of her boyfriends. Now she was faced with being forced to give a blow job to a rapist she didn’t know, or he’d kill her. Hating this monster, hating herself more, Krystle parted her full, soft lips. He snickered, cruelly mocking her, as he pressed his cock, already wet with precum, against her lips, pushing forward and forcing Krystal’s mouth open wider as he pressed himself further into her warm, wet mouth.
She was horrified at the hideous taste as he forced his cock into her mouth. Krystle knew she would never be able to forget the horrible taste. For him, the feeling was exquisite as his hard, aching cock was encompassed by this little slut’s unwilling mouth. He slowly slid all the way in, causing Krystle to gag as he buried her pretty face in his thick, dark pubic hair, his hands sliding through her soft, thick hair.
She struggled, unable to breathe and disgusted by the act she was being forced to perform. He was in heaven. He slid his hands through Krystal’s thick, silken hair, the delicious aroma of her perfume thick in his nostrils as he slowly pulled back, bringing his cock out of her mouth, except the tip.
Now he began to move her head back and forth, at the same time thrusting his hips as he began to fuck her mouth. Krystle trembled and gagged with each thrust as he choked her. He loved it as he fucked her sweet, warm, wet mouth, her tongue acting as a soft, wet pressure on the underside of his cock. With each thrust his sweaty balls slapped humiliatingly against her soft chin.
He couldn’t believe how good her mouth felt, but he felt the pressure rising in his balls. It had been far too long, and he knew he couldn’t last long. He increased his tempo, thrusting further and harder into Krystal’s unwilling mouth. She struggled, being choked with each thrust. She knew what was coming and she struggled desperately to stop him from cumming in her mouth. She was disgusted by the thought of oral sex, but to have this monster cum in her mouth was too much for her to bear. No matter what she might have wanted, his horribly strong hands kept her head from moving. He held his cock in her mouth, thrusting back and forth as his hands slid through her soft hair.
Finally, he reached his climax. He thrust all the way into Krystal’s mouth, holding her head tight, her beautiful face buried in his pubic hair. With a tremble and a satisfied groan of triumph, he felt himself explode. He fired again and again, two months of cum squirted down her throat. Krystle struggled helplessly, her whole body trembling in horrified disgust as he fired stream after stream of his thick, creamy cum into her sweet mouth and down her throat. Unable to breath, she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the thick, creamy, repulsive juice. As he fired his last shot, he trembled in pleasure and pulled out, a glob of his juice dribbling out of Krystal’s mouth and down her chin as she bent over, coughing up thick strands of cum.
She slumped back against the coach, her mind too horrified to do anything else. She felt herself begin to cry again and she looked up at the man standing triumphantly over his latest conquest. “Why?” she asked in despair.
“Because you looked pretty fucking hot, bitch,” he sneered. “And because I can.”
She looked at him in despair, knowing that she would never be the same again. She tasted his repulsive cum deep inside her, and knew she would never get that hideous taste out, either.
“Now get up, bitch,” he ordered.
Krystle looked up at him in horror. What she had already been through was so horrible, surely she wouldn’t have to endure more. “No, please, leave me alone,” she begged.
“Wrong answer, cunt,” he sneered, grabbing hold of her hair again, he pulled her to her knees. Krystle struggled desperately, hoping to escape him and maintain a little dignity. But it was not to be. He grabbed her around her slim waist, pulling her up and holding her tight.
“No, please, leave me alone!” she begged, desperate for anyone to hear her, to come rescue her. But she was all alone with this monster, and he would do whatever he wanted to her. He held her roughly, hauling the helpless young woman to the coach, where he roughly forced her to bend over. He pinned her there and reached down to her dress hem. She struggled, but he roughly pulled the hem up, bunching the sleek fabric around her waist and exposing her panties.
She wore a sexy pair of red lace boy shorts, not expecting anyone to see them. “Well, well, well,” he snickered. “Looks like someone was planning to get laid tonight.” He laughed cruelly as she continued to struggle helplessly. “Good thing for you I showed up.” He then slid a finger down the soft cleft between her butt cheeks, sliding between her struggling thighs and rubbing roughly against the warmth of her panty clad pussy.
“Nooo!” she wailed, struggling even harder. He pinned her tighter and slipped his hands into her panties. “Noooo! Get …… off ……. me!” she panted in desperation as she continued to struggle against her attacker. He sneered in triumph as he slowly forced her panties down, off her slim hips, down her tanned thighs and finally tore them from her trembling legs, pulling them off her.
“I think I’ll keep these as a little trophy,” he snickered in triumph. Krystle gasped in exhaustion and despair, unable to escape, unable to defend herself and now with literally nothing but her struggling thighs between her most private depths and this monster.
Laughing cruelly in triumph, he slowly forced her soft, warm thighs apart even as she continued her desperate struggle. He forced her thighs apart and shoved a leg between them, keeping her in an utterly helpless position, bent over doggy style, her clothes torn away and her thighs temptingly spread.

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He grabbed his hard, thick cock once more.
“Get ready, cunt,” he sneered cruelly. Krystle struggled, but exhaustion and despair had sapped her strength, and he easily held her firm. He took his hard cock, still slick from her spit and his cum, and pressed it to the warm flesh of her pussy.
With a cruel thrust, he slid inside, the tight flesh parting to his hard pressure. Krystle cried out in horror and pain, the large cock breaking the sensitive skin of her pussy as he forced his way in roughly. She felt a burning deep in herself as he buried himself to the hilt in her helpless flesh.
“Fuck, bitch,” he sneered. “You’re so fucking tight! When did you last get fucked?”
Krystle began to cry in humiliation and pain. He just started to slowly pump, her flesh deliciously gripping his cock in a warm, moist embrace as he thrust back and forth.
Reaching around, he cruelly groped one of her breasts, harshly kneading the soft, warm flesh like a ball of dough. He thrust deep, causing her to gasp in pain and humiliation. At the same moment, he ripped open her dress, violently exposing her firm, ripe breasts. He began to cruelly pinch her nipples as he thrust back and forth, burying himself deep in her flesh with each thrust.
Krystle continued to cry, her pride and resistance breaking with each cruel fucking and his savage abuse of her helpless breasts. She could feel him speed up, his thrusts becoming deeper as he neared his climax. With each thrust, she gasped in pain and humiliation.
With each thrust he felt a wave of pleasure. He sped up, the waves becoming a tsunami. He knew he wouldn’t last long and could feel the familiar heat and pressure that preceded an orgasm. He thrust harder, her breasts jiggling delightfully with each as he squeezed her breasts. “Pl-ea-se… don’t …. cum… in … me!” she begged.
“Shut up, bitch!” he sneered. “I’m gonna empty my balls in that sweet little pussy of yours!” With that, he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt in her unwilling flesh. He squeezed her breasts and with a bellow of triumph, he exploded.
“Noooooooo!!!!” she wailed in defeat as he shot stream after stream of his hot cum deep inside her. Her whole body shuddered in horror as she felt spurt after spurt of his thick, creamy cum shoot deep into her body. He held his cock deep inside until the last thick, creamy shot was fired, and then he let her go, flopping his cock out as she slid to the ground, crying her eyes out.
“Fuck!” he muttered. “You’re a hell of a good fuck, bitch!” He pulled up his pants and undid her hand cuffs. She barely moved as she cried, unable to move or even think. He gathered up her panties as a trophy and moved to the door.
Turning around, he said, “Thanks for that great fuck, bitch!” In a moment he was gone, leaving the door open as he left.
It was nearly 10 in the morning when Krystal’s roommate returned to their apartment. She found the door still wide open and Krystle passed out on the floor, her eyes and cheeks stained with tears, a thin stream of dried cum on her chin, her dress torn open and her breasts bruised and exposed and her dress coiled around her waist, her thighs smeared with dried blood and thick white strands of dried sperm.
When Krystal’s roommate tried to wake her, it took nearly an hour to calm her down enough that she stopped crying. When she was calm enough, Krystle took a four hour long shower and then went to sleep, but only if her roommate was there with her.
She went to the cops that night, only able to muster the courage because her roommate made her. The cops tried to be understanding, but they couldn’t understand that even looking at a man made her feel like she was about to throw up. The exam was done by a female doctor, but still she barely stopped from screaming. They tried to tell her that she provided valuable evidence for the cops to try to catch her attacker, but they never did. Krystal’s rape was the last one by the Panty Raider rapist on the campus of UC San Cruces.

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Chapter 1
Thursday, August 18, 2011
University of Arizona, Extension Campus
He sat in a coffee shop, just one of many people, all in their 20s or 30s, sitting at a table, drinking coffee and reading a book. Just like every one of these dipshit yuppie snobs! he thought in disgust. But he was not even looking at the book he held in front of his face. He was watching the people passing by the window.
Or, more specifically, the women.
It was the reason he always went to college towns, thousands of young, beautiful, stupid girls who thought they were so fucking smart now that they were in college. Dressed up in short, tight outfits; showing off loads of cleavage; innocently going off to a park, walking through an alley, getting into their cars without checking the back seat; not looking around before trying to unlock their door, the list of stupid things these sluts did was amazing, and it made his job so much easier.
As he looked out the window, he surveyed all his potential victims: there was a brunette wearing a short skirt and thin blouse, the top two buttons undone to show off her ample cleavage; another girl, her hair done up in a ponytail with a pair of headphones in her ears, wearing a sports bra and short, tight lycra shorts, both a matching blue, completely clueless as she showed off her slim, athletic body while she ran. Another girl wore a pair of tight, very short jean shorts and a tank top, her cleavage, tight ass and smooth, tanned legs delightfully displayed to anyone who might look, Fucking Slut!
Yes, he loved to watch the college sluts walk by. After all, he was a predator, and they were the prey. It was always so much easier to catch prey when they did something stupid. He’d like nothing better than to follow one of these hot little sluts, wait for her to become vulnerable, and fuck her sweet little brains out. But he had to get to work soon, so he’d go home, whack off to relieve some of the pressure, he would enjoy thinking of these sluts, innocently going about their day, teasing every guy around. Maybe he’d think of that sweet little blonde he had seen that morning running in the park, all alone. She sure would be fun. Then he’d head to work.
Soon, soon he’d have things ready, and then he’d start his fun.

Monday, August 22, 2011
Schofield Park
It was just 5:30 in the morning as she got out of her car. The sun was just coming up and the eastern sky was alight with the reds and golds of the sunrise. Keeley had always loved the morning, the feeling of a fresh new day, full of possibilities. When she had arrived the previous week, she had checked around and found out that there was this lovely park atop the local mountain. The view from the top was beautiful, and by jogging up the hill every morning, she could get in a good workout.
Keeley was at school nearly two weeks early, mostly because the volleyball team had started practice to be ready for their first game the weekend before school started.
The eighteen year old got out of her car in the parking lot. She wore a green sports bra and tight blue lycra shirts. She wore her short blond hair down, not bothering with a ponytail when her hair barely reached her soft neck anyway. She jogged over to bike rack near the entrance to the trail. She began to stretch, feeling the firm muscles in her thighs and crotch stretch and loosen as she pulled and stretched her firm, athletic body. As she reveled in the quiet and solitude, she had no idea that she was being watched from the nearby trees.
He had moved at the end of the school year, the same as he always did. In this new college town, he knew he would find plenty of new victims. This school had some twenty thousand students, plenty of potential victims for his lust. He had first noticed this little hottie at a gas station when she was picking up a sports drink. She had been wearing a different set of sports bra and tight shorts and she had been sweaty, her muscles quivering from a hard workout. She had looked delicious. He had followed her to her dorm and had waited early the next morning to see where she went. He had followed her to this quiet, empty park and he had known immediately that he had the perfect place to enjoy this one.
This morning, he had left his car on a side road and walked here early. Now he waited patiently in the woods a short way down the trail and watched as Keeley stretched. Her body was perfect. She was maybe 5’2”, about 95 lbs and she was always wearing a sports bra and those tight shorts, showing off her firm, tanned thighs and her tight, firm, athletic ass. He watched as she bent over, touching her toes with her outstretched finger in another stretch. As she bent over, the tight material of her shorts pulled even tighter over the round firmness of her athletic ass, showing off her firm, tight ass.
Keeley finished stretching and ran onto the trail. She loved the feeling of going for a run, the burn of her muscles as they worked and the sweet solace of the park, so different from her crowded dorm. She passed the tree line, moving into the thick forest and listened to the sweet tweets of the birds. She was lost in her own thoughts, not even paying attention, when suddenly she felt a strong squeeze against her right ankle and her ankle was pulled out, causing her to fall to the ground, her breath knocked out as she hit the ground hard.
In a moment, there was a heavy weight on top of her, pinning her to the ground, and a hand clamped over her mouth, preventing the scream she was breathing in to make.
“Shut your mouth, bitch!” a deep voice sneered into her ear, “Or you’ll never make it out of here alive!”
“Oh God!” she thought, terror numbing her brain. “He’s going to kill me.” Keeley felt ice in her stomach, so terrified that she couldn’t think.
“Just play nice, girly. Then everything will be okay.”
He could feel the warm, firm flesh of her tight, athletic ass pressing into his crotch, rubbing against his hard cock as she struggled helplessly, pinned by his weight. He loved every second of it, his cock throbbing in anxious anticipation at using this athletic bitch’s body hard. But for now, to get her someplace he could enjoy her in private. Usually no one would show up her for a while, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He lifted off of her, pulling her up by her long pony tail. “Get up, bitch,” he sneered and she followed him, wincing in pain as he pulled hard on her soft hair. Once he had pulled her up, he grabbed her around the waist with one hand, the other over her mouth, and he dragged her deep into the woods.

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She struggled helplessly against him, still pinned to him, and her firm, young body struggling against him, helpless and smelling sweetly of perfume, just made him crazier.
Soon he found a circle of trees, all big, thick evergreens, with a small clearing in the middle. “Just enough room for two,” he sneered and dragged her into the clearing. He threw her down, and was on her again in a moment, pinning her down on the ground, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as he pulled out his handcuffs.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, her soft voice pleading in desperation, her eyes wet with tears.
He ignored her, slapping the cuffs on her wrists, then he looked at her and cruelly smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, bitch. I’m gonna do whatever I want to you, and there isn’t one damn thing you can do to stop me!” With that, he slapped her face hard, causing her to whimper . Then he pulled out a long, wicked looking knife.
At the look at that knife, Keeley struggled in fear. “No, please, she begged, “don’t kill me, please, I’ll…” She cut off at another hard slap, he was really enjoying that, slapping this bitch around. “Shut up, you stupid cunt,” he yelled. She shut up, fear tightening her stomach as she struggled, unable to fight him off. He gave her a long look over, enjoying how her tight lycra shorts hugged every curve of her athletic body. He caressed her soft, warm stomach, causing her to wince. He slipped a finger in her navel and she gasped at the violation. Finally, he squeezed each of her breasts through the fabric of her sports bra, and she let out a soft cry of humiliation. The wet streaks of tears rolled down her beautiful face as he molested her.
“Please,” she begged again, “stop!” He brought the knife to her face and she gasped, unable to breathe, to fight, to speak. Slowly, he caressed her cheek with the cold, serrated blade. It slowly travelled over her cheek, tracing the soft outline of her full lips. Over her chin, and down her slender neck. She trembled in terror as the knife moved over her upper chest, rising and falling with each shuddering breath.
The knife slipped into her sports bra and with a deft twist, sliced through the top of the fabric. Keeley gasped in terror as the fabric cut and she let out a shuddering breath. Setting down the knife, he grabbed both sides of the bra and ripped it open. Keeley gasped again, this time in terror mixed with humiliation as her firm, full breasts were forcibly exposed. She started crying out right, knowing there was no point in begging. She cried in humiliation mixed with fear and helplessness. He laughed cruelly as he began caressing her full, naked breasts, cruelly squeezing her soft, pink nipples and watching as they hardened . He leaned over taking one sweet nipple in his mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor as she gasped and cried in shame and despair.
He moved over, taking the other sweet nipple in his mouth, bringing it unwillingly to hardness to the accompaniment of Keeley’s sobs. He then began making his way down, kissing slowly down Keeley’s flat stomach, pausing to slip his tounge into Keeley’s sweet belly button, illiciting a gasp as he violated her again. Slowly, he made his way down, until he reached her waist. He slipped his fingers into Keeley’s shorts as she continued to struggle, her hips twisting to stop him. He easily grabbed the soft fabric and he pulled down her shorts, sliding them down her firm, tanned thighs, all the way down her legs, over her sneakers and off. He tossed them to the side as he surveyed her blue brief panties. He slid his hands over her soft, warm stomach again, then slipped them deftly into he panties, hooking the soft fabric. Keeley let out a helpless gasp as he touched her again, still struggling helplessly as he slowly pulled off her panties. When he pulled them off her twisting hips and struggling legs, he folded them neatly and slipped them in his pocket as a little trophy. Keeley clenched her thighs tight together, desperate to maintain some semblance of dignity. She looked at him in horror and disgust as he grabbed hold of her ankles, forcing her legs apart.
He looked with lust at the small patch of trimmed pubic hair between her thighs and the warm, tight, punk flesh beyond. He slipped between her legs, slipping off his pants while his body held her legs helplessly spread before him. He wore no underwear and in a heartbeat, he was positioned over his still helplessly struggling victim.
“Get ready, bitch,” he sneered, and she sobbed as she felt his hot, thick cock press between her thighs, the tip pressed to her silky folds. He clamped his mouth over her’s, his tongue roughly forcing its way into her sweet mouth as he thrust forward. Her scream of pain was muffled by his rough kiss as he sank himself all the way to the hilt in her warm, soft pussy.
Keeley struggled hard, still unable to escape as he began to thrust back and forth, her unwilling pussy clinging deliciously to his cock, her silky flesh enfolding him in their warm embrace even as she desperately struggled to escape. He kept kissing her, his thick tongue exploring her sweet mouth, violating her mouth as completely as his cock continued to violate her pussy.
With each thrust, he thrust to the hilt, burying his cock completely in her unwilling, silky folds. With each thrust she would gasp in pain and humiliation, the sound an indistinct, wet moan as his tongue explored her mouth. He was loving every second, the soft, tight warmth of her vagina sweetly encompassing his invading cock, the delicious taste of her sweet mouth, the soft warmth of her struggling body under his, and the luscious aroma of her perfume all worked together to form an overwhelming sensual experience.
He could feel the warmth of his cock, the building pressure, and so he slowly thrust back and forth, making the rape last. Keeley sobbed, struggling helplessly under him as he continued to use her body for his sexual satisfaction. Soon, he knew that he couldn’t hold it anymore, that sweet, warm sensation when the pleasure overwhelmed him, so he buried himself again to the hilt in her warm, moist, silky folds. He slipped his tongue out of her mouth so he could watch her as he implanted her with his cum. Her tear-streaked eyes looked at him, her breath coming in deep sobs, her breasts rising and falling as she fought for breathe.
“Please,” she pleaded between sobs, “don’t.”
He stroked once more, pulling all the way out and holding it there for a minute. Keeley’s eyes sparkled with hope, thinking that he might not finish after all. He looked deep into her eyes, at her naïve hope. Then he sneered cruelly. “Fuck you, cunt!” With a cackle, he thrust hard, burying himself completely as his whole body trembled in pleasure. “Noooooo!” Keeley screamed as his cock twitched violently deep inside her young body. With an overwhelming wave of pleasure, he exploded. Stream after stream of thick, sticky cum squirted deep into her body, squirting into her womb.
Keeley trembled in horror as he emptied his balls into her ripe, young, athletic body. She sobbed in humiliation as he defiled her, slowly thrusting back and forth as he squirted again and again, using her whole body to deposit his full load. She felt thick gobs of warm cum squirt deep into her unwilling body, defiling her forever, all she could do was sob in despair. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, spent.
After several minutes, he slowly climbed off of her, is cock, slipping wetly out of her violated pussy. Keeley was sobbing quietly, seemingly unaware of her exposed body, her firm, supple thighs, smeared with thick gobs of cum that dribbled in thick globs from her abused vagina, her firm, supple body trembling with her quiet sobs.
He looked at her with satisfaction. He had shown that bitch what she was good for, just like every other little bitch he met. ‘But I’m not done with her yet,’ he thought with a sneer, ‘Oh no, not yet.’ He moved back to her, she seemed completely unaware of him as he went to her. He grabbed her hard, rolling her over.
“No,” she sobbed, “just leave me alone, please.”
He ignored her, rolling her over onto her stomach, he looked at the firm, supple flesh of her tight, firm, athletic butt. His hands roughly grabbed the firm, supple flesh as he gropped roughly at her tight butt. She just sobbed silently.
He pulled apart her firm, supple cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. Fear of this new violation reached Keeley and she started to weakly struggle. “Please,” she begged in despair, “not there, please.”
He ignored her, smacking her firm butt cheeks hard, enjoying the feel of her firm, soft ass. She continued to struggle, but he kept her pinned, his arms pinning her struggling hips. He gathered up a mouthful of mucus and spit the thick liquid onto Keeley’s helpless anus.
“Please,: Keeley begged helplessly, “don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll make it good, just don’t do this.” He paused for a second. It would be exquisite to let her service him, her humiliation would be delicious. Then he looked at the wet spot that was her puckered anus, he had to have that. So he ignored her as he rubbed his still slick cock, soon bringing it to full attention.
He mounted her, his cock rubbing against the soft tightness of her anal opening as he reached down, his mouth inches from her ear. She still struggled, her naked body struggling helplessly in the dirt, her anus about to be violated by a rapist and she could do nothing about it. He sneered cruelly. “This is what you are, cunt. A dirty little slut who gets fucked up the ass in the dirt.”
“No,” she gasped in humiliation, her body trembling in terror and shame at the feel of his hot, hard cock, pressed to her virginal anus.

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“You like this, don’t you cunt?” he sneered cruelly. Her only response was another trembling sob. “Thought so,” he rasped, humiliating her further. His rough hands reached under her, taking her full breasts and squeezing them cruelly. Keeley let out a muffled cry as he cruelly squeezed her full, perky breasts.
With one hard thrust, he sank his cock into her clenched anus, her head shooting upright as she let out a cry of pain. He only managed to thrust halfway in, her incredibly tight sphincter fighting him as he slowly sank his lubricated cock deeper, violating her helpless anus deeper and deeper. Keeley screamed in pain as he dug deeper, soon burying his slick, thick cock to the hilt in her helpless anus. Keeley cried in humiliation and despair as he slowly pulled back, then thrust deeper, slowly loosening her anus as he cruelly penetrated her rectum. He thrust back and forth, pounding deep into her bowels as he quickened his pace, soon thrusting hard and deep with each cruel thrust.
Keeley sob in hopelessness, her ass brutally violated for this monster’s pleasure. He gasped in overwhelming pleasure as he thrust back and forth, his cock squeezed deliciously by her abused rectum, her warm, incredibly tight anus gripping him hard as he thrust back and forth. Since he had already cum once, he knew that he would last a long time, so he took his time and enjoyed himself, thrust back and forth, opening up her violated ass with long, hard strokes. He loved her pathetic gasps and sobs with each hard thrust and he thrust harder, just to hear her cry. She was giving him everything he could want, and he loved to teach this bitch a lesson.
Keeley was in agony, each thrust tearing the tender flesh of her no longer virgin rectum as he brutally fucked her. With each hard thrust, Keeley gasped and sobbed at the blinding pain as his cock forced its way into her too tight butt. She kept waiting for the pain to lesson, but as her blood began to lubricate her anus, making his passage easier, he simply sped up his pace. Keeley’s mind was numb, unable to deal with the pain, humiliation and violation of her ordeal, it just shut down. All she was aware of was the burning pain of her violated anus as he continued to thrust back and forth with brutality.
He could feel the pressure grow, until it became overwhelming. Rather than try to slow down and make it last, he sped up, illiciting pain filled gasping sobs from Keeley as he tore into her helpless anus. With one last brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her flesh, his whole body trembled and he exploded.
Keeley felt the warm, thick cum fire deep into her abused rectum, making her tremble once more in humiliated pain. He kept his cock buried deep in her ass, letting the thick globs of cum empty into her bowels, slowly dribbling deeper into her violated depths.
After several minutes, he pulled out, his cock smeared with blood and cum. He grabbed her lycra shorts and cleaned himself off. Looking back at Keeley, he was satisfied to see thick globs of cum smeared on her butt cheeks, along with the red of her blood. Keeley was obviously in shock, not moving, her eyes filled with unshed tears as her mind shut down, unable to cope with the cruelty she had suffered that morning.
He caressed a soft, silky hip possessively. “Thanks for a great fuck, bitch,” he sneered. Then he was gone.
Keeley laid in the clearing for more then two hours before her mind cleared enough to realize that someone might find her there. Keeley couldn’t even imagine the humiliation she would feel if someone found her like this. So she got up, putting back on the lycra shorts, the thick gobs of dried semen and blood already on the shorts would have been less conspicuous if her thighs and ass cheeks weren’t covered with the same. She snuck out of the park, only a little way to her car. There were several cars in the park now, but she didn’t see any of the people. She got into her car and drove out of the park, headed straight for her dorm. When she arrived, her roommates were gone, so she quickly stripped and went to the showers at the end of the hall. Kent, one of the guys in the dorm she had gone out with, saw her and moved to say hi. Keeley visably flinched as his hand moved to her shoulder.
“Hey,” he said in confusion, “you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she said, “just leave me alone.” With that, she slipped into the shower. He waited, trying to find out what was wrong. But after an hour, he gave up and went about his business.
Keeley stayed in the shower for over two hours, scrubbing and washing again and again, but she still felt filthy. She quit the volleyball team the next day, when she could finally face leaving her dorm room and after missing two practices in a row. It was nearly two weeks before she managed to get the courage to tell someone, a councilor at the college. The councilor eventually convinced her to go to the police, and she gave a humiliating statement to the female police officer.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Downtown
Kara blew out a sigh of exhaustion as she sat in the desk of her chair. It had been a very bad day. She was a campus cop, and she had just interviewed a young woman who had been raped in the park. ‘Fucking bastard!’ she thought.
She hated any kind of criminal, but rapists most of all. She had always hated them, but more so after she had taken this job and been forced to see the after effects of a rape. Every shudder, every sob, the years of fear, hopelessness and self loathing, all so some creature could feel like a man.
Kara had never been very interested in dating, not because there weren’t plenty of interested men, she knew she was very attractive, her long hours of work had prevented much of a social life, but even more so, the hatred she felt to the male half of the human race every time she saw a victim like Keeley insured she would never let a man get close.
“I’m gonna catch you, you bastard!” she promised herself and this rapist. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.”
Monday, September 23
Borden Fine Arts Center
He sat in the back row of the theater, watching a bunch of dumbass kids pretend to act. It was painful to watch them, no depth, stupid, badly delivered lines. He felt like tearing his own hair out. But as they finished for the day, none of that mattered anymore.
Her long brown hair hung loosely over soft, silken shoulders, She wore a light blue tank top and a pair of tight jeans. When she bent over, he got a hard on just looking at her sweet ass. She grabbed her backpack, sliding the strap over her head and settling it down between her breasts, giving a perfect view of those full, perky mounds to anyone who looked, and he was definitely looking. She walked out the back of the stage and he moved quickly. He pulled out his wicked looking knife, ready to pounce once they were alone. He came around the corner, expecting to find her walking innocently down the hall to the exit, alone.
Instead, he found her talking happily with some dumbass from the class, and they were walking out together. Miserably, he watched her walk out, safely with someone, her tight ass moving seductively in those tight jeans. His cock throbbed with need, and he angrily walked back to his car.

[PantyThief]

This is a great story!!!! I really hope there are new chapters in the near future. C'mon everyone I can't be the only one who liked this, show some support

[skirtchaser82]

Thanks for the feedback, I'll be sure to post some more soon

[Stupid Whore]

wow! this story is great! It made me so horny

[nikigirl]

Amazing story, wish I could be the victim... :P

[skirtchaser82]

Thanks for the feedback. Next section will be up soon.

Before I continue, though, I wanted to first say that this story is intended solely for the entertainment of its readers and I am in no way suggesting that these scenes are real or should be done. This story comes solely from my sick mind, with a few inspirations from movies and other stories. Any similarity to any person or event living or dead is purely coincidental. My apologies for anyone this might annoy, but one can never be too careful.

[skirtchaser82]

Chapter 2
September 23
Phibb Science Building
Two fucking days! He snarled. His cock was pounding with need, and not a single cunt would just put herself in his web. He needed to fuck someone hard, right now. He was walking past the Science building and he looked into one of the windows. The sight caught his breathe. A cute little blonde, black tank top and tight blue jeans, was in a class, her beautiful face framed by medium length blonde hair, perky little breasts, slim waist. He vaguely knew how classes were organized and this one would be over in about fifteen minutes. He knew he had to work fast, so he moved to the nearest door. If she came out that way, maybe he’d finally get the break he needed.
In his pants, his cock throbbed even harder.

Parking Lot J
It was nearly 10 p.m. before the class got out and all the students poured out in a group. Some of them headed for the dorms, while others headed for the parking lot. Those people had lived far enough away from campus that they had to drive. A young blonde stopped at her car, unlocking the door. She started to get in when suddenly she stopped. “Shoot!” she exclaimed.
What’s the matter, Allie,” a tall boy at another car asked in concern.
“I forgot my cell phone in the class room,” she replied, feeling foolish. “I have to go back and get it. “
“Okay,” he responded, “You want me to wait for you?”
Allie smiled, He’s probably just trying to get me alone, she thought. She knew she was good looking and that her looks were a large part of why guys always were around her, though she hoped they also appreciated her easy going and bubbly personality, a personality that went well with her cute face and light blonde hair. She looked like a bright, cheery person, and she was. “It’s okay,” she said aloud, “It will only take a minute.”
“Okay,” he said with a wave, “See you later.”
“Bye,” she waved with a smile. Then she ran back to the room. Fortunately, the janitor was cleaning the room, so it hadn’t been locked yet. She politely asked if she could get her phone, and the older man smiled and said sure. She found it easily on the floor of the room, it must have fallen out of her jacket. She thanked the janitor and left, hurrying down the stairs and out the door.
It had only been about 5 minutes, but already the rest of the class had left, walking back to their dorms or driving home. Allie was lucky; she got to stay at her parent’s house, which was in town, instead of a cramped dorm room.
She went to unlock the car door when she suddenly realized that it was already unlocked. “Stupid,” she berated herself. “You left your car door unlocked.” With a shrug she tossed her backpack in the passenger seat and sat in the driver’s seat. She slipped the keys in the ignition and turned them. With a roar, the engine started. Suddenly, she felt a movement behind her. Before she could turn, she felt a large hand clamp over her mouth and, to her horror, she felt the cold, serrated metal of a knife press to her soft throat. Her whole body went rigid in terror, she couldn’t move, or breathe or make a sound.
“Do what I say bitch,” a hard, deep voice spoke, “or I’ll slice that pretty little neck from ear to ear. Understand?”

Oh, God, no, she thought, terror rising in her throat, he’s going to kill me!

When she didn’t respond, he pressed the knife closer to her throat, almost cutting the soft skin. “Understand?” he growled. Quickly Allie jerked her head in assent.

“Good,” he growled. “Now drive out the parking lot and take a right.” Turn by turn, his harsh growl directed Allie as he ordered her out of town, taking her to a deserted road in the country. Allie was too terrified to do anything but follow his every order.

As he ordered her out into the country, he surveyed his helpless victim. He could smell the delicious aroma of her perfume, thick in his nostrils. He felt the silken perfection of her skin where his hand brushed it. He was going to enjoy being alone with this one.

“Turn right here,” he ordered. They had been driving for a while in the blackness down a dirt road and now he had her turn onto another one, driving into a stand of trees. They were miles from anyone.

“Stop here,” he ordered. Allie obeyed, putting the car in park and shutting off the car.

“Good girl,” he sneered. He could feel Allie’s body trembling in fear.

Allie felt the hand come off her mouth as he moved to open the door. She trembled in fear, terrified of what he was going to do to her. “P-p-pl-please, d-d-don’t hu-hurt m—aaaahhhhh!” she gasped as his other hand yanked her head back by her silken hair.

He lowered his mouth to her ear; she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin.

He breathed in her delicious aroma. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled. “Or the next person to find you will find that pretty little neck slit!”

Allie felt her fear rise up, choking her.

He reached around her, opening her door, then he jerked her head towards the door, forcing her out of the car as he dragged her around to face him.

Fuck, he thought. This bitch is so fuck hot. “I’m gonna so enjoy fucking your sweet little brains out!” he crowed in triumph as he pinned her to the side of the car.

Allie’s eyes were wet with tears, her head shaking back and forth. “Please,” she begged. “Don’t hurt me.”

He smacked her hard across the face and she gasped in pain. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled. She sniffled, her face burned and her eyes never left the long, serrated knife he held before her beautiful face. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, grabbing her wrists with the other hand, and proceeded to cuff her wrists together. Then he pulled them over her head, stretching her arms behind her, where he pinned them to the roof of the car. Her body was pinned against the car, her firm breasts jutting out proudly. He moved his face to her’s, his lips forcefully pressing to her’s as his thick tongue forced its way between her full lips, forcefully exploring every inch of her mouth, as his hand reached up to begin groping her right breast, cruelly kneading the firm flesh and eliciting a gasp of humiliation and despair from the helpless girl.

When his lips broke from her’s, Allie was gasping for breath, her body trembling in helpless humiliation. His eyes surveyed her firm, sexy body with cruel lust, her breasts jutting out with each terrorized gasp of breath. His knife pressed to the soft skin of her cheek, careful not to puncture the smooth skin, slowly moving down, gently gliding over her full, sweet lips. Allie could feel the cold, sharp metal slowly slide down her neck, her body covered in terrified goose bumps as the blade slid over the full flesh of her cleavage and down her shirt.

Allie’s breaths came in ragged gasps, but she dared not fight him. He slid his knife to halfway down her shirt. He slid the knife forward, slicing into the soft fabric. With a hard thrust, he sliced open the bottom half of Allie’s shirt, causing her to scream in terror. He sneered at her, his eyes burrowing deep into hers. He loved the fear in her eyes, he fed off it. She has good reason to fear me, he thought. He would do whatever he wanted to her, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

His hands grabbed both sides of her shirt. He smiled cruelly at her, loving her look of terror. With a harsh jerk, he ripped open her shirt, all the way to the collar. Allie squeeked again in fear, soft tears rolling down her cheeks as she gasped in fear. Cruelly, he tore the rags of her shirt off her shoulders, tearing the fabric to pull it off, until he tossed the shreds away into the bushes. Allie’s full chest rose and fell delightfully with each ragged gasp, her breasts so proud and firm in a white bra, a delightful contrast to the warmth of her tanned skin.

Slowly, he slid the cold blade over the warm flesh of her breasts, enjoying the small gasp she made as the sharp point lightly slid across the soft flesh of her breast. He slid the knife over the fabric of her bra, the nipple becoming rigid in fear as the knife circled first one, then the other little nub.

He slipped the knife down, sliding it under the fabric between the bra’s two cups. With a flick, the fabric was sliced open, the two cups falling aside, exposing Allie’s firm, supple breasts. He sneered at her gasp of terrified humiliation. Quickly he sliced the bra apart, pulling the rags off her trembling shoulders.

He pressed himself close to her once more. Her breasts rose and fell with terrified gasps, her body trembling in fear. He pushed his face against her neck, sucking the sensitive, exposed flesh, nibbling and sucking as he gave her a small, dark hicky.

Allie felt her knees grow weak, horrified at the shock of pleasure that raced down her body, an unwilling heat developing between her thighs. Someone sucking the sensitive skin of her neck had always made her squirm. Allie felt her breath stick, her eyes filling with humiliated tears. “Please,” she begged, her voice soft, girlish and desperate. “Please don’t do this.”

He lifted his head, looking at her for a moment. Then he smacked her hard across the face. She whimpered in pain at the sting. “Shut up, you stupid cunt!” he snarled. Her body shook with a sob, but she held her voice. He slipped his fingers into her silken, perfumed hair, jerking her head as he forced her into the back seat of the car. He forced her down until she was lying on her back across the back seat. Unhooking the hand cuffs, he put them back on after sliding them around the passenger side handle, leaving her cuffed to the far door, her body helplessly displayed before him.

“Well, not quite yet,” he sneered. He reached up to her waist, deftly undoing the button on her tight jeans. In a moment, her jeans were open, her attacker roughly forcing the jeans down and exposing the soft fabric of her pink, cotton panties. She said nothing, her eyes streaming tears, as he roughly pulled her jeans over her hips, down her smooth, tanned thighs, and off her struggling legs. Roughly, he yanked the jeans off her over her shoes, then threw them into the bushes.

Allie could do nothing but cry as he roughly stripped her, too terrified to even fight. He reached up again, this time hooking her soft, pink panties. Again, he yanked, pulling the soft fabric off her twisting hips, down her smooth, silken thighs, and over her shoes. He folded the soft fabric carefully, slipping her panties into his pants. He looked up into her tear-filled eyes and leered, “A trophy, to remember you by, bitch!” Allie shook in humiliation and fear. He looked with lust at this beautiful, helpless college bitch. Her smooth, hairless pussy was small and tight. She was obviously not a slut. He would enjoy giving this little cunt a good breaking in.

Quickly, he yanked off his own pants, he wore no underwear. Then he climbed back on top of her, the back of the car a tight fit as he climbed on top of her warm, trembling, naked form. His large hands roughly forced her firm, tanned thighs apart. Then he took hold of his cock, already rock hard and pulsing. Allie was looking down and saw his hard cock. Her mouth worked as she tried to stifle a wail. He pressed the hot phallus against her tight little pussy, and then settled on top of her, his dark, cruel eyes looking deep into her tear-stained eyes.

“Ready, bitch?” he sneered. Then, with one, cruel thrust, he skewered her. She let out a scream of pain as his large cock forced its way deep into her tight, only slightly moist, pussy. He cruelly clamped his mouth to her’s, stifling her screams with his thick tongue as he began to thrust back and forth, her tight, warm flesh squeezing him tightly as he slowly broke her in.

With each thrust, she moaned wetly around his invading tongue, her abused pussy throbbing as his thick, hard cock rubbed her tight flesh raw with each hard thrust. He continued to thrust hard and fast. Her pussy gripped him in silken pleasure. His hands grabbed her soft, firm thighs, forcing them around his waist as he thrust harder with each thrust. She was crying in pain as he opened her tightness with brutal force. With each cruel thrust, he felt a wave of pleasure deep within him.

He could feel the overwhelming pleasure building within him. He knew he couldn’t last long, and so he increased his pace even more. He was thrusting violently back and forth, her abused pussy gripping him tightly, though he was opening her further with each thrust. Their lips parted wetly, her pained sobs becoming loader, the car around them rocking violently with each hard thrust. She cried incoherently as he grunted in pleasure with his brutal thrusts.

He felt his balls tighten and the thick juice of his cum travelling up the length of his shaft. With one more cruel thrust, he buried his thick cock to the hilt in her helpless, abused body.

“Nooooooo!” she wailed in pain, her eyes going wide in desperation as her hips bucked, trying to force him out to no use. He trembled hard, his cock firing again and again, thick white cum spraying deep into her helpless pussy as he emptied a month’s worth of his cum in her firm, young body.

Her eyes closed, her body shaking with silent sobs as she felt his creamy cum fire deep into her young body. “No,” she sobbed quietly.

Slowly, his cock shrank, until it plopped out wetly from her abused hole. Thick, creamy cum and dribbles of blood slowly seeped out of her pussy as he got off of her. She sobbed in despair. She barely reacted as he undid her cuffs, pulling her out of the car and dumping her on the ground. She sat there, her back to the car, in front of him as she cried. She felt so dirty, so violated. Her vagina throbbed painfully from his abuse. She could see him fumble with his cock again, but she didn’t even react. What more can he do to me? she thought in despair.

Suddenly, she felt his hand curl into her silken hair once more. With a shock of pain, he pulled her violently to her knees. Her gasp of pain was cut off short as he smacked her across the face, making her notice him. He grabbed his cock, already getting bigger, and wagged it in front of her face. “You know what I want, bitch,” he sneered, pressing the thick cock, still wet from her pussy, to her soft lips. She looked at him in shock and disgust. He wanted her to put that thing in her mouth? After all she had been through? She saw the look of cruelty and triumph on his face, and she knew that he did.

Knowing there was nothing she could do to fight him, tears streaming down her face, she parted her lips, and he slowly forced his cock into her mouth. The taste and smell were hideous, but there was nothing she could do as he slowly forced himself into her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet, delicious around his cock as he slowly forced it into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. Soon, her beautiful face was buried in his crotch, his balls resting on her chin. Slowly, using his hands curled through her silken hair, the sweet perfume still thick in his nostrils, he moved her head back and forth, using her mouth as a warm, wet fuck-hole.

She sobbed around his cock, stopping each time he sank it all the way down to gag humiliatingly on his thick rod. Her whole body squirmed helplessly, like a worm on a hook, as he fucked her mouth. Her mouth was a heavenly pleasure wrapped around his crotch. Her soft tongue putting a soft pressure on the bottom of his cock as he slowly felt the pressure build deep in his balls. She knew what was coming, but there was nothing she could do but endure.

Slowly, he built up speed, loving every moment of her sweet mouth as his invading cock explored her. She was disgusted, but helpless to resist. Before long, he was thrusting his hips back and forth and before long, another shudder took him.

Allie tried to brace herself, but when a thick stream of creamy cum fired down her throat, she gagged and began to uncontrollably cough. He held her face tight in his crotch, firing spurt after spurt down her throat. The thick, slimy liquid made her gag, but she couldn’t breathe and desperately, she swallowed thick, creamy mouthfuls.

Finally, he pulled out, Allie slumping down, gagging and coughing up thick, stringy cum, the liquid splattering on her breasts and thighs. She sobbed, a thin trickle of his cum dribbling down her soft chin as she tasted the vile liquid deep within her. She sobbed in despair, knowing she could never forget the vile taste.

He forced her up, brutally pinning her to the car. She barely struggled as he pushed her down, bending her over the car and pressing her face to the trunk. Allie was so deeply in shock that her firm thighs easily spread when his rough hands forced them apart. She simply lay there, bent over her car, as he took his thick, slimy cock and pressed it to her pussy from behind. Her only reaction was to sob in despair as he thrust forward, his cock easily sliding into her abused pussy.

He took his time, slowly opening her up further as he fucked her long and hard. Every once in a while he would spurt deep inside her and she would shudder in disgust, but mostly he just thrust back and forth, at an easy pace, mauling her breasts and whispering cruel obscenities into her ear. Time and again he sneered, “You like getting fucked like a dog, don’t you bitch?” or “Your getting kinda loose, cunt. Maybe I should fuck you up the ass for a bit.” With each cruel mock, she sobbed a little harder. Finally, he sped up, pounding away at her helpless body for a minute, thrusting deep inside her, and emptying his balls in one more powerful orgasm. Finally, he pulled out of her abused hole, grabbing and smacking her tight ass possessively as he let her go. She sank to her knees, sobbing her heart out.

Satiated, he gathered up his clothes, his balls empty and satisfied. He turned to her and sneered, “See you later, sweetheart.” Then he was gone into the woods, Allie never raising her beautiful, tear stained face to see her assaulter go.

It was nearly an hour before she was able to drag herself into her car, having tugged on her tight blue jeans and the tatters of her shirt, and drove home. She stumbled in, knowing her parents were fast asleep, and peeled off her clothes. Her thighs and crotch were sticky with thick gobs of cum, the stench of it thick in her nostrils and the taste thick in her mouth. She took a long shower and then curled up in her blankets. She was exhausted, but sleep didn’t come.

It took several weeks for her mother to finally get her to tell why she had dropped out of school and refused to go out. Still, she refused to report the rape.

October 5

Downtown

Kara was infuriated. It had been over a month since Keeley had reported her rape and there had not been one scrap more of a break since then. Many of the officers in the department thought it was an isolated case, but Kara was sure this was the beginning of a serial rapist’s assault on the campus. She had done some research, and this rapist seemed very similar to the so-called Panty Raider rapist from California.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t get any help with the case, including the resources such a case deserved, unless she could prove it was a serial rapist. Her fury was the result of facing two very unpleasant possibilities: One, it was an isolated incident and the monster who raped Keeley would get away with it, two, it really was the Panty Raider and only another victim coming forward would help get her the resources to crack this case.

With a snarl, Kara went down to the shooting range to fire off a couple of clips to work out some of her frustration. Maybe belittling a few of the arrogant male cops in the department would make her feel better.

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your doing very well, keep it up.

[Jukria]

very good !

[PantyThief]

Great next chapter, this is a great story!! An idea for you for a future chapter, have the main character decide to take out his "trophies", which will then of course bring back memories.
Can't wait for the next chapter.

[curiousdel]

This is an awesome story. Can't wait for the next chapter!!

[justmetoo]

Very nice job. I love the stories that involve a serial rapist and his conquests.

[PantyThief]

Hope this series continues!!

[Gilf Hunter]

Great story so far. Lots of the rape action we like so much. Might have to consider a screen play.

[skirtchaser82]

Sorry its been so long but I've been busy. Next section is coming up.