University of Fear

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Chapter 3
Thursday, October 13
Hiding in the shadows of an alley, mindlessly sharpening his long, serrated hunting knife, he stared across the street into her apartment. Looking through the window, he could see into the living room, and thence into her bathroom, where she was fixing her hair.

Just looking at her made his cock ache with need. Two weeks since he had fucked that sweet little slut Allie and now his balls ached with the need to release. He had been watching this one for a week already, planning things out. Her name was Lisa, a sexy little blonde who could be a model. He had hoped that she would be going out this night, and luck was with him. From his view point, he could see she wore a short, tight dress that showed off her long, smooth, tanned legs. Over her dress, she wore a translucent, sheer top that made no effort to hide her full, ripe cleavage. Just watching her made him want to tear her clothes off and fuck her till she broke. But with a morsel as sweet as this rich bitch, he knew he’d need to take his time, ruining her from the inside out.
Springville Apartments

Lisa knew she was running late. It was nearly 9:30 and she needed to get to the club where she was meeting her friends. She carefully finished applying her lip gloss, checking to make sure her lips were wet, full and inviting. She could smell the luscious aroma of her perfume and knew she was breathtaking. She knew lots of guys would approach her and she would turn them all down. After all, she was out to have fun teasing guys with her friends; she wouldn’t let herself get picked up at a bar. That’s what the country club was for.

She grabbed her purse and keys and headed downstairs. She opened the back door and groaned. The parking lot lights were out again. Not for the first time, she considered that her parents should just buy her a house, like she deserved, so she wouldn’t have to put up with this “poor college kid” nonsense. “I deserve better,” she grumbled.

With a firm nod of resolve to get her parents to buy her better accommodations, she walked to her Volkswagen in the dark, her eyes having not yet adjusted to the lack of light, and searched blindly for the key hole.

He quietly stalked towards her, his free hand moving towards her mouth as his knife hand moved toward her throat. At the last second, she heard a sound and turned towards him. He lunged at her, but her rich, snobby parents had actually given her something useful, several years of self-defense courses. She brought a leg up, still wearing expensive high-heals, and brought her knee up hard into his crotch.
“Uuuuhhhhh, gawd!” he moaned in pain. In a moment, Lisa sprang towards the apartment door, knowing she only needed to get to her apartment and lock the door, then she could call the cops and they’d haul this pervert off to jail for the rest of his life. She smiled in triumph as she reached the door. ‘Imagine,’ she thought, ‘that pervert thought he could attack Me! Doesn’t he know who my parents are?’ Not as though it mattered, he’d be hauled off to jail and maybe she’d even sue him for every penny he had, not as though it was likely to be much.
She hauled open the door and ran towards the stairs, knowing she was safe. Suddenly, her ankle was grabbed in a vice-like grip. Before she could go another step, her leg was jerked back, causing her to fall, hard, to the ground.
She struggled and fought, her free leg kicking desperately as her caught leg fought to get free. It was no use. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Help me, Someone, Help!” but there was no one in the student housing, all of them were gone out already. In terror and desperation, she turned back toward her attacker.
He looked down at her, the beautiful, rick slut, her clothes rumpled, her silken legs struggling against his strength. He could smell the luscious aroma of her designer perfume. Her hips twisted as those soft, tanned legs tried to break away. Her free foot came up and she tried to kick him in the balls again. This time he was ready. He grabbed the foot, still clad in her expensive high heels, and held it in another vice-like grip. Lisa still struggled with all her strength, but she was now safely helpless.
He smiled down at her cruelly, the deep aching in his testicles fueling his hatred and rage at this rich, pompous bitch. Cruelly, he forced her legs wide, exposing her white, lace panties underneath. “Well, well,” he mocked, “what have we here? It looks like little miss rich bitch has some fancy, pretty little panties on.” He sneered in contempt. “They’ll look great as part of my collection.”
Lisa looked at her attacker in horror. She felt her face flush red in humiliation as this sadistic stranger looked her over like a fine piece of meat. She struggled, desperate to close her thighs and protect her most intimate places. Before she could react, he pushed her legs down, knocking her over onto her side. In a moment, he was on her, his bulk pinning her slim, firm body as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back and deftly clamping a pair of hand cuffs onto them.
“Noooo, help me, anyone!” she screamed, to no avail. He grabbed her keys and then hauled her up. In a moment, he had a hand over her mouth and easily lifted her slim body up as he hauled her up stairs to her apartment.
Desperately, Lisa struggled against him, but to no avail. He slipped the key into the lock and opened her door. The fact that he knew exactly which apartment was her’s came as a brutal and terrifying shock. How long had he been watching her? Before she could figure it out, he dumped her on the coach and shut and locked the door.
“Help, someone, help me!” she screamed again. In a moment, he was back to the coach. With one smack, he hit her down and left her gasping as a large, red hand print appeared on her face. “Shut up, bitch!” he screamed. “No one’s gonna help you!” Violently, he grabbed her long, silky hair and hauled her up. She sobbed in pain at her brutal treatment. “Noooo, pl-pl-pleassse!” she begged. He ignored her as he smacked her face again, eliciting a sob from the beautiful girl. Before she could fight further, his large, strong hands grabbed the fabric of her expensive top and dress and violently ripped them open, exposing her white bra and firm, perky breasts.
Lisa sobbed in terror as her clothes were ripped open. She tried to fight, but every time she fought back, a large, powerful hand would smack her again. She was helpless as he grabbed her by the hair again and hauled her to her feet. He dragged her to her bedroom, flinging the door open and forcing her against the large, plush bed. He pinned her against the bed, grinding his crotch against her tight, firm ass as his hand curled into her hair, pulling her head back. “Think it’s funny to kick a guy in the balls, do ya?” he snarled into her ear. He kissed her soft neck, nibbled her ear lobe. She moaned in despair and terror. He breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet aroma of her perfume. “Think it’s funny to walk around dressed like that and be a fucking cock-tease?” He turned her face to his and clamped his mouth over her’s, forcing his thick, disgusting tongue deep into her sweet mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he explored her mouth, violating it as fully as he would violate the rest of her. His free hand reached up to grab her breasts, roughly kneading the full, ripe flesh. His hand slipped under the fabric of her bra and he caressed the soft, silken flesh of her bare breast, pinching her soft, pink nipple and eliciting a gasp of pain and humiliation from his beautiful victim. As their lips parted, a thick string of saliva broke off, Lisa gasped, her eyes filled with tears.
“Well,” he sneered, “you hurt me,” his hands reached up, pushing the hem of her short dress up as his hands caressed her slim, ripe hips, “now I’m gonna hurt you.” His hands slipped into her lace panties and began to pull them down, over her hips and down her long, smooth, tanned legs.
Lisa sobbed as he pulled her panties off, her legs and hips still struggling, but the spirit was mostly gone already. He yanked the delicate fabric of her lace thong off her and folded them in his pocket. “Thanks for the gift to remember you by, bitch!” he sneered. He pressed against her, her soft, firm body and her delicious aroma driving him crazy.
Ignoring her sobs and feeble struggles, he pushed her head down, bending her over the bed. His rough hands grabbed the soft, firm flesh of her tight, athletic ass. Roughly, he spread the firm cheeks and exposed the soft, tight puckered hole of her anus. “Please, don’t,” she begged through tears. “Don’t put it there. I don’t want you to hurt me.”
He laughed in contempt, “But I want to hurt you, bitch!” he sneered. Pinning her to the side of the bed, one hand shoving her face into the mattress, he spit on the other hand and stroked his already rock-hard cock to lube it up. He spit again on the tiny puckered opening of her anus. She moaned in disgust at the feeling of his saliva dribbling on her anus. He took his painfully hard cock and pressed the thick phallus against her tight, innocent opening. “Get ready, bitch!” he crowed in triumph. With a howl of victory, he thrust forward with all his might. He felt the flesh give way and was suddenly encompassed in the overwhelmingly tight, warm flesh of Lisa’s unwilling rectum. Lisa screamed in blinding pain as his cock tore into her flesh, the skin ripped as his cock forced its way up her ass.
“Noooo!” she screamed in pain. He ignored her as he slowly sank his thick cock into her tight, unwilling ass. She sobbed as the inexorable pressure slowly forced her violated rectum open. Her firm ass cheeks pressed into his crotch as he buried his cock to the hilt in her. Slowly, pleasure squeezing him tightly, he pulled back, bringing all but the head of his cock back out of her tight anus. He felt her rectum squeezing his cock head as she desperately tried to force him out of her ass. “Naughty slut,” he mocked. He gathered his strength and thrust brutally into her. Lisa let out a scream of humiliated pain as his cock forced its way to the hilt in her violated ass.

Slowly but building up speed, he thrust back and forth, her rectum squeezing him deliciously as she tried to force his cock out while he fucked her hard, slowly opening her up. Soon she was loose enough and wet enough from her own blood that he could thrust back and forth easily. Her ass was incredibly tight and squeezed his cock like a hot, moist vice. With each thrust, Lisa sobbed in pain and he grunted in exquisite pleasure.

After several minutes, he felt the familiar build up of pressure. His mouth moved to her ear. “Get ready, bitch!” he snarled. “I’ve got a full load for that sweet ass of yours!” Her only response was a soul-wrenching sob as she moaned and sobbed in time to his cruel thrusts. He sped up, now pounding away at her ass like a jackhammer. Her wails got louder as he rammed his cock in and out of her abused ass.

He felt the climax coming and he forced his cock all the way up her ass. His cock twitched wildly as the wave of pleasure swept over him and he fired shot after shot of thick, creamy cum deep into her helpless rectum. He buried his cock deep inside her and she shuddered and sobbed as she felt his warm, thick cum spurt into her bowels.

He came for half a minute and then both he and Lisa collapsed in exhaustion. Lisa’s ass throbbed in pain and she knew he had hurt her badly. She wanted to fight him off, to kill him. Instead, all she could do was cry her eyes out in pain, fear and humiliation.

Slowly, his cock receded and he pulled it out of her ass, her butt cheeks now smeared with blood and thick cum. His cock was also smeared with blood and cum. Time to make this bitch earn her keep. He curled his fist in her soft, silken hair and hauled her up onto her knees. He grabbed her chin and forced her face up. Her cheeks were stained with wetness and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. Her face was a mask of overwhelming loss and despair.

Roughly, he wiped at her eyes and she did nothing to stop him. Soon, her face was clear and she looked just as good as she had before he got to her. He looked down at his beautiful victim. Her dress was torn open, revealing full, ripe breasts encased in a white, lace bra. She was so beautiful, it was almost painful. He smirked in triumph: he had already fucked this sweetie in the ass, now to get some more satisfaction from her. His cock was already hardening again in anticipation.
He pressed his messy cock to her full, sweet lips. “Clean me off, bitch!” he snarled. That got through to her. For a moment, she looked at him in horror and he thought she would refuse. Then she seemed to remember what had happened the last time she fought back. Fighting back the urge to throw up, her full, moist lips parted, and he pushed his way inside her sweet, warm, wet mouth.
She almost gagged on the repulsive taste, a mixture of his thick, slimy cum and her blood, but she fought it down out of fear of what he would do to her if she threw up on his cock. Lisa had some experience with blow jobs, but never forced. She was terrified of this man and she was desperate to just give him what he wanted so he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. She gently sucked on his head, her tongue gently massaging the underside of his cock as she slowly took the whole shaft deep in her mouth.
He moaned in pleasure at the delicious feeling of his cock buried deep in her sweet, unwilling mouth. His hands curled into her hair and he began to move her head back and forth in time to his own thrusts as he began fucking her mouth. She sobbed around his cock as he fucked her mouth, gagging each time he buried her beautiful face in his coarse crotch hair. She was perfect, and all his. He fucked her slowly, trying to make the sweet experience last as long as possible. Several times, he felt the pressure build to the point that he would blow, so he slowed down and forced her to take over for a while. His cock throbbed with pleasure and his balls ached with need to be released. Finally, he could take it no more. He thrust his cock deep into her mouth, burying her pretty face in his crotch, and exploded, the pleasure buffeting him as he fired shot after creamy shot into her mouth.
In disgust and humiliation, Lisa swallowed, unwilling to choke to death, she gulped the thick, creamy cum filling her mouth, the salty taste thick in her mouth as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to die, she wanted to bite this bastard’s dick off. But she was terrified, and in her cowardice, she swallowed his thick streams of cum, the creamy juice polluting her forever as it settled deep in her stomach.
He pulled out, his cock flaccid and his huge load all safely deposited in Lisa’s stomach. She fell to the floor, sobbing her heart out as she coughed up thick streams of his cum. “Two down, one to go,” he sneered. She just continued sobbing her heart out. He let her lie there, resting as he prepared for the last round.
For several minutes, he rested and Lisa lay in a crumpled heap, coughing up thick streams of cum as thick globs slowly seeped out of her throbbing, abused ass. Finally, he was ready. She was curled up in a ball, her mind a blank as she just could not cope with what had happened to her. He grabbed her by her soft, smooth hair and hauled her up on the bed. She cried in pain when he hauled her up, but she didn’t fight or even beg. Lisa knew what was about to happen to her, but she couldn’t gather up the courage to even try fighting back.
He forced her onto the bed and threw her on her back. He undid her cuffs, wrapped them around the bed post, and then re-cuffed her slender wrists. She merely sobbed quietly to herself as he secured her to the bed, then pulled out his knife and sliced open her bra. He roughly tore her dress open wider, exposing Lisa’s flat stomach. He sliced open the straps of her dress and bunched the fabric around her waist. Pushing open the ruined bra, he exposed her full, perky breasts, the soft, pink nipples firm in the cool air. Eyes closed, she quietly sobbed, making no effort to fight back as he roughly groped her soft, young breasts. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a small gasp of pain. He sneered at her in triumph. “Not so proud now, are you cunt?” Her only response was a soft sob.
He settled down between her firm, smooth, tanned thighs. Roughly, he pushed the hem of her dress up, bunching it with the rest of the dress around her slim waist. Her smooth, small, hairless pussy was exposed. He took his slick cock, already rock hard again, and pressed it to the soft warmth of her pussy. “Get ready, bitch” he snarled. He thrust forward, sinking deep into her pussy. Lisa cried out as he forced his cock deep into her. He pressed forward, his cock slowly forcing its way deeper between her hips.
Lisa sobbed as she was once more cruelly violated. His cock felt huge as it slowly forced its way into her body, opening her tight pussy with no concern for the pain it caused. Slowly, he buried his cock all the way inside her, Lisa sobbing as he opened her up all the way. Soon, he was buried to the hilt in her tight pussy, he hips twisting helplessly as she cried in despair and helplessness.
With his cock fully buried in her flesh, he took Lisa’s ankles and hauled one on each shoulder. She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes and staining her cheeks. She had never looked more beautiful, ‘Or more mine,’ he though cruelly. “Please,” she begged one last time, “don’t do this to me.”
He laughed in cruel triumph, “Not a chance, bitch. Your sweet little body is mine.” With that, he began thrusting back, pulling nearly out, then thrusting forward with brutal strength. Lisa began to scream in pain as he thrust back and forth with cruel power, ramming it home, then pulling back fast and thrusting forward again with building speed and power. Lisa cried anew at his brutal fucking, his hands groping her breasts and pinching her nipples while he fucked her hard and fast. She gasped and cried and moaned in pain and humiliation and fear as he fucked her long, hard and thoroughly.
He knew he could go like this for a long time, his need no longer so great that he would quickly cum if he went fast. So he just took his time, fucking her long and hard. Her crying and moaning mixed with his grunts and the squeak of the bed to fill their world as he fucked her harder and more completely then she had ever been fucked in her life. It was nearly an hour before he felt the surge of pressure that announced he would explode. By that time, her pussy and thighs were raw and abused. Each thrust of his brutal cock sent a surge of pain into her deepest regions as he fucked her raw.
He felt the surge and thrust forward. His balls tightened and the wave of pleasure washed over him as he sent spurt after creamy spurt deep into her pussy. Lisa gasped and moaned in despair as she felt his cum pollute her forever. She sobbed in humiliation and despair as she was filled in her final hole, her ravishment and humiliation complete.
He pulled out of her, undoing the handcuffs and letting her collapse on the bed, curling up in a ball and beginning to sob. He grabbed hold of her dress and wiped his cock off. Leaving her to deal with her ravishment in her own way, he slipped out, making good his escape.
Lisa spent all night in her bed, crying her eyes out. Her friends assumed she had just decided not to go and enjoyed a night out without her. Sometime that night, she fell asleep. When she woke, her torn dress was still coiled around her waist, her thighs and ass cheeks were slimy and sticky with dried cum and blood. When she moved, a deep ache filled her vagina and rectum. Her mouth tasted horrible, the taste of old, rancid cum. Slowly, she staggered to the bathroom. She took a long shower, cleaning herself repeatedly. When she got out, she brushed her teeth 10 times. Then she took another shower. She still felt dirty.
It was several weeks before she could manage to talk to anyone. On October 31, she went to the police station and reported her rape.
Monday, October 31
Kara walked into the Chief’s office proudly. Finally, she would receive the support she needed to track down the Panty Raider and bring him to justice. She was going to squeeze that bastard’s balls till they popped!
“We had another rape,” she said without preamble. “Same MO, same description, same DNA print.”
He looked at her and nodded, “Alright, it’s a serial rapist. Get a warning out on T.V. There are going to be a lot of college kids out tonight, many of them getting drunk. Sounds like the perfect time for this bastard to strike.”
“Yes, sir!” she exclaimed. Kara ran out of the office.