“There is NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING human about you!”
Her voice reverberated in his mind while he took a bite out of his sandwich. Sitting at the kitchen table after having prepared enough sandwiches to fill a small picnic basket, he started to wonder whether this whole idea was a mistake. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed raping Claire nor because he was afraid of getting caught, but because he had underestimated what spending an entire day with her actually meant. With his past victims, he hadn’t spent a lot of time. He had raped them once, maybe twice at most. The first rape usually gave him the joy of overcoming their resistance. A potential second rape where they had completely submitted themselves to their fate gave him the pleasure of a solemn victory lap. But he never stayed with them to observe the aftermath of his assault, he never really talked to them, he never heard them scream at him in anger. Screams of fear during their rape, sure, but unbridled anger after they had calmed down following the initial assault? That was new to him.
It was just easier to ignore the fact that you were dealing with a real person in all their complexity if you never got to see all of that complexity in the first place. With Claire, he had both spent more time observing her and was now spending more time with her than with any of his other victims. And sometimes time was all it took to let something you understood intellectually sink in on an emotional level. The last time he had been seriously afflicted by guilt was victim number 6, Simone.
Simone was 28 years old at the time. She was the mother of a three year old boy and 4 months pregnant with her second child. He had known of her pregnancy beforehand. But he had told himself that she would at least not have to endure the fear of getting pregnant from him. Somehow that made it less bad in his mind. Nowadays that wasn’t even a concern anymore. After he had come to terms with the fact that he’d live the life of a serial rapist he had abandoned the thought of ever having a wife and children. So as a result, he got a vasectomy after victim number 7. Why bother with the risk of an unwanted pregnancy if you’re never going to live the life of a loving father in the first place? As a side effect, his victims now never were at risk of having to carry his child as an aftereffect of their encounter. He had tried to tell number 8 about his vasectomy, but when it didn’t seem to lessen the impact on her soul, he didn’t bother bringing it up for any of his subsequent victims. They would find out that they were not pregnant soon enough anyway.
So despite knowing that Simone was pregnant, he had rationalized to himself that it wouldn’t make a difference to him. But when he had finally seen her naked, revealing the blossoming baby bump on her belly that she was still able to hide under loose clothes in her day to day life, the gravity of the situation fully hit him. He was about to rape the mother of a small child, pregnant with her second baby. He thought about how the trauma would not only affect herself but her children as well. But he paused only briefly. Once he had captured a victim and ripped their clothes from their body, was he not past the point of no return anyway? If he had stopped then, he would have traumatized Simone already and not even gotten anything out of it. If he had to traumatize a person, he should at least get a return on the psychological investment.
Of all his rapes, Simone had turned out to be the easiest in a sense. After the initial shock of getting grabbed by him, she had been fully compliant. She didn’t want to endanger the fragile unborn life inside of her with too much physical resistance. She had asked him, calmly, to do what he must but not hurt her child in the process. Penetrating her had been so easy. Seeing her accept him, staying calm throughout the entire process, having her hands rest soothingly on her belly, not trying to let her baby feel too much of her fear and stress… that was a different kind of struggle from what he was used to from his victims, but he savored it all the same. Yes, the sight of her pregnant body had affected him more than the mere knowledge of her pregnancy ever could have, but that only meant that he needed to enjoy the experience all the more. And enjoy it he did. It didn’t take long at all until millions of unwanted potential siblings greeted the fetus growing inside of her.
Part of him wanted the rape of Simone to continue. She had been so accepting that it didn’t feel like he had actually won. He would have loved to keep going until the mask of the protective mother slipped and she couldn’t help but resist. Then it would have been a true victory. But looking back on it now, the fact that this was roughly a 20 minute encounter had probably been for his own benefit. Would he really have been able to suppress his sympathy for her if he had spent hours if not a full day with her?
Mark had decorated the plate in front of him with the sandwiches he had made. He had arranged the sandwiches in what he considered an aesthetically pleasing, symmetric pile of several layers that became thinner the taller it grew, not unlike a pyramid. He was happy with the result. He shoved the last bite of the excess sandwich into his mouth, took the thermos bottle containing hot coffee in one hand and the plate of sandwiches in the other, and then went back to the basement where he suspected Claire to dread his return.
When he returned to the basement, he expected Claire’s fearful eyes to be focused on him as he walked through the door. But he was wrong. Apparently, the girl had fallen asleep. He put the food and the coffee he brought with him on the table. Then he grabbed a coffee mug and poured some of the hot liquid into it. He took the mug and a sandwich with him as he walked towards the bed. Since he had adjusted his sleep schedule for this day, this coffee break was more like a late breakfast than a midnight snack for him. He took his time eating and sipping on his coffee. Standing next to her, he let his gaze wander over her sleeping figure.
Obviously, she was still naked. Just as he had instructed her, she hadn’t moved much. She lay there with one hand between her legs covering her vulva. She had closed her legs in his absence, denying him or anybody for that matter access to that tight tunnel into her body. The other hand she had curled up into a relaxed fist resting between her breasts close to her heart. From her facial expression, he couldn’t say what she was dreaming about. She seemed neither particularly peaceful nor distressed in her sleep. He figured that she had simply fallen asleep from exhaustion. In contrast to himself, she had woken up early in the morning yesterday and wouldn’t have stayed awake much longer if she had returned home as she had intended. Also, getting raped, fearing for her life, her body tensing up and struggling, that would have tired out even a well rested person once the adrenaline was out of their system. He couldn’t blame her for falling asleep.
Mark finished his coffee and put the mug on the nightstand next to the alarm clock. He wasn’t in a hurry. To break his childhood record, he needed to come 13 times. So a little faster than once every two hours. He had come once so far and a little more than an hour had passed. If he came for a second time within the next three hours, he would be on track. Still, it was likely smart to be faster in the beginning to grant himself more recovery time between orgasms in the late game.
“How should I wake you up, Claire?”
He murmured to himself. With the almost finished sandwich in one hand, he gently pushed a strand of her hair back that had fallen onto her face. He let his thumb trace over her soft cheek. He could kiss her awake after she had barely avoided his last attempt. But he wanted her to be awake and aware of what was happening when he closed in on her face, preferably while he was inside her. His eyes wandered down her body. Careful not to wake her up yet, he took the fist resting between her boobs and put it down besides her body. Watching the two perky mounds on her chest caused his penis to fill with blood once more. It was time to give her pink nipples the attention they deserved, he decided.
After swallowing the last bite of his late breakfast, he positioned himself at her feet. He put his hands on top of her thighs and let them wander down to her knees. Still trying not to wake her up just yet, he slowly parted her legs. His hands were warm and his touch soft. The feeling of his hands resting on her knees didn’t seem to disturb her sleep at all. He was in a playful mood. So he let just the backs of his hands brush over her inner thighs up close to her vulva and back to her knees for a few times, just to see whether she would react to that. She didn’t.
“You see, Claire? Getting touched by me can’t be that bad if it doesn’t even wake you up.”
He pondered for a moment what the best way was to remove the hand covering her sex without waking her. He decided to carefully grab her wrist. His original plan was to just put it down beside her body like he had done with the other hand. But he couldn’t resist the urge that had grown inside him. He put his palm over the back of her hand and cradled it against his face, gently rubbing his cheek against her palm.
“I didn’t expect you to ever touch me so gently. You know I tried to be gentle with you too, right?”
After removing her hand from his face, he gave each of her slender fingers a soft kiss on their knuckles while he continued talking to her unconscious body.
“But you bit me. So I had to be a little rough with you.”
He finally put her hand down on the mattress.
“But don’t worry. You were well prepared for a real fuck.”
He took the bathrobe off again, knelt between her legs and rested his face just centimeters from her crotch.
“Now I am here again, between your legs, where I belong.”
He deeply inhaled her scent. Then he exhaled a satisfied moan.
“Hmm, I can smell that you’ve been fucked.”
Her pussy’s lips formed that immaculate slit once more. It looked so pretty and innocent that nobody could have guessed that she had had sex not so long ago. But the smell betrayed the truth of the events that had occurred.
“You look like a girl again. But don’t worry, I’ll turn that tight opening into a gaping hole soon enough.”
As if to seal this ominous promise, he blew just the faintest breath onto her clitoris.
“Hm…”
He heard an uncomfortable moan from the sleeping woman in front of him. She moved her head slightly, but didn’t wake up. He lifted up his head and slowly crawled over her body, careful not to touch her in the process. His face hovered over her chest. For a moment, he just watched her breath. Her chest was moving up and down in a slow but steady rhythm. It was like he could see her body recovering its stamina.
“I’m sorry, Claire. We’ve got some time, but not enough to wait for you to sleep until you’re fully rested. Trust me, if I let you rest that long, I’d have have to keep you for more than 24 hours and you wouldn’t like that.”
He lowered his head until his nose poked at the skin between her breasts. As he moved his head between her breasts he looked like he was writing on her body with his nose. He tilted his head slightly to let his cheek rub up against the sides of her tits. Left and right, back and forth. He gave her a shy kiss. He noticed that her skin had gotten a little cold.
“I’ll warm you up nicely…”
He whispered.
“Mhm…”
Claire grunted in response and moved her right hand next to her head. She was clearly close to waking up. Uninterrupted, Mark kept moving, gaining speed for his back and forth movement between her breasts like a skater in a half-pipe. His semi-erect cock kept growing. Finally, his cheek made it over her left hill and grazed the flaccid nipple.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for a clean shave today. You might have liked the prickly feeling of some stubble on your skin.”
“Ung…”
The sleeping girl just groaned in discomfort, shaking her head slightly as she was about to wake up. Mark knew that it was time. He didn’t want her to come slowly to her senses, no, he wanted her consciousness to snap back to the surface as he would begin devouring her breasts. His cock would be fully erect again in just seconds from now and when the tip would make contact with her precious lips once more, he’d begin. 3… 2… 1… He opened his mouth wide, took the small boob almost entirely into his mouth, began sucking on it and whipped his tongue over her nipple while his cock pressed against her feminine folds.
Claire’s eyes flew open. Instinctively she tried to jolt her body into an upright position only to push against some resisting force that kept her body in place. Where was she? What was that feeling? She looked down her body only to see a naked man devouring her boobs. Her legs strained against the cuffs around her ankles that immobilized her. It was all coming back to her now. The basement she was in, the man who had abducted and raped her, the continued assaults he had planned for her. She wished so much that all of it had been just a dream. But there he was, on top of her again, his mouth and tongue teasing the sensitive tissue on her chest. It took her a moment to even recognize the sensation of his dick poking against her labia, so dominant was the feeling of his mouth sucking on her breast and his tongue teasing her nipple.
“Get off me!”
She screamed at him. Then her fist came crashing down on his back. He seemed to barely register the impact. She tried again with her other fist, but the result was the same. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed with all her might.
“I said… get off me!… Please…”
She gave up her efforts temporarily as that desperate plea escaped her mouth. The next thing she tried was to put her hands on the mattress and then push herself up to lift him off her.
Mark smiled a little as he felt her struggle. ‘Good girl, keep pushing your tits into my face.’ he thought as she tried to push him off her. The left nipple was hard by now. He let go of her breast for a moment, gave her face a quick glance and then plunged his mouth into her right tit. Meanwhile, he let his hand play with the left boob his mouth had just abandoned. He felt his own saliva on her delicate skin and the hardness of her nipple as he rubbed it between his fingers. All the while, he enjoyed her pushing, squirming and hitting him with her small fists. She would soon figure out ways how to really hurt him, like trying to push her thumbs into his eyes or pulling his hair, something he couldn’t just ignore anymore. But until then he enjoyed feeling her futile attempts of resistance on his body. He pushed his erect cock against her labia once more in the hope that this reminder of what else he had in store for her would provoke even more of a reaction out of her.
Claire felt the soft head of his otherwise hard cock press against her lips. Since he wasn’t aligned with her entrance, the contact only resulted in a feeling of pressure on the outside of her crotch. She knew what he was looking for. His cock demanded a tight embrace from her lower lips. She was not willing to give it to him. She never wanted to feel him inside of her again. But she also disliked how sensitive her breasts were to his treatment. Her nipples got hard easily, involuntary moans of discomfort escaped her mouth, she didn’t know how to stop him, she tried to bury her finger nails deeply into his back determined to draw blood as she scratched him, but he didn’t stop. If only… if only she was strong like that girl in one of the classes she tutored, Eleanor. She was strong, tall and a trained fighter. Nothing like this would ever happen to her. What would she do in her place? Claire channeled her inner Eleanor, tilted her body to the left as much as she could, bend her right arm as far over her own body as possible and then rammed her elbow against his temple with as much force as she could muster.
That was a new one. Mark had been hit, kicked, spit at, scratched and bitten by his victims. But getting hit by an elbow against his temple was a novelty. Claire scratching his back had hurt, but not so much that he’d had to pay it any attention. But the hit to his temple actually disoriented him for a moment and dislodged his mouth from her tit. The girl was going for a second strike already when he caught her arm in mid air with his hand and clamped down on her wrist. Claire seemed to understand what that meant. Once he had her arms in a tight grip, she’d be completely defenseless again. So her remaining free arm kept wriggling like a snake trying to avoid his grip. But to no avail.
“No,… no, no, no,… Don’t touch me!”
She managed to slap his face with her free hand one last time, but then he caught her other wrist as well. Soon after, he held both her wrists with just one hand and pushed them down on the mattress above her head. She was breathing heavily underneath him. Her wet tits glistened alluringly in the dim light as her chest was heaving.
“Well that was fun, don’t you think? Listen, ask me to fuck you, and I’ll end this round quickly, I promise.”
He knew that she’d never agree to that, but he had every intention to honor his promise if she actually complied with his request.
“Fuck you…”
Mark smirked as her defiant face turned him on even more.
“Oh, Claire… almost. Wrong pronoun. You’re supposed to go with ‘me/my’ instead of ‘you/your’ in this type of situation. I thought your generation was very concerned with this kind of thing.”
He stroked her cheek once more while he taunted her. She averted her gaze and tilted her head to the side. Well, if she wanted it slow, she would get it slow. He lowered his body on top of hers once more. He started with gentle kisses on her areola, circling the erect nipple. Every now and then he let his nose brush against the hard little knob on her cute mound. He licked the soft flesh, exhaled his hot breath on her wet skin, lodged his lips gently onto her nipple and did everything you’d expect an attentive lover to do in bed with a woman whose pleasure he truly cared about.
It was difficult for Claire to focus on the different sensations her body was experiencing. The reaction of her boobs to his mouth and fingers was humiliating for her. The more he licked, kissed and sucked with his mouth and the more he touched, squeezed and pinched with his fingers, the more sensitive did her breasts become. At the same time, his dick kept probing and prodding between her legs, searching for the entrance to her vagina. He couldn’t see her crotch from his position nor did he use his hand to guide his cock. He was essentially just stabbing in the dark hoping to close in further and further on his goal until he was finally inside her.
Claire realized this and tried her best to move her hips to avoid his cock. Every time he came close to entering her she jerked her hips away. This was not only physically tiring after a while and required her to concentrate while his continued play with her boobs tried to draw her attention away, it was also in and of itself a humiliating procedure. She avoided another thrust into her lap, but instead felt his shaft scrape against her thigh and sensed how the squishy tip pressed against her left vulva lip. His cock slithered over her folds for a moment preparing itself, then he started his next attempt. This time she avoided him by pushing her hips down, nestling her butt deep into the pillow she was lying on. As a result, his cock struck a little to high and almost his entire shaft slid over her clit. An involuntary shriek was her response. He kept repeating this process. His cock followed her pussy like a compass needle the north pole.
As his lips pressed down on the nipple between them, he started to pull the little erect lever with his mouth. Claire’s concentration slipped for a moment as the sensation overwhelmed her inexperienced body. She gasped. Then his cock made contact with her lips that parted themselves around the eager intruder. Both of them seemed to realize at about the same time what opportunity presented itself for Mark. Claire tried to desperately jerk her hips to the left, but it was too late. Mark had already begun pushing. She felt him enter her once more, but this time with barely any resistance. He slid slowly into her, inch by inch, guided by the semen his first rape had left inside of her. Her vagina’s attempts to push him out seemed to only further draw him in and that familiar feeling of fullness that his full length resting inside of her inspired in her mind once more dominated her every experience in this world.
Mark stopped licking and fondling her tits after fully entering her. He lifted his head up to let out a satisfied moan and to look at her face.
“What difference one decent fuck and a big load of cum can make when you’re trying to penetrate a girl, right?”
He could see in her face that she knew exactly what he was talking about. Her eyes shut tight, her teeth biting down on her lower lips as she suppressed her tears… her expression told him exactly what she was thinking: ‘I hate how easy it was this time. I hate that it doesn’t hurt. I can’t cry, don’t give him that satisfaction.’ He began moving inside her, slowly, so that he could keep tasting her boobs at his leisure. He started by giving them soft kisses, like an overly scared teenage boy, who was afraid to hurt his girlfriend, would.
“You do realize that…”
In between his words he flicked his tongue over the nipple reaching for the stars.
“… seeing your anguished face as you try not to cry…”
The fingers of his free hand dug themselves into the softness of the other boob, sensing the raging heartbeat underneath.
“… arouses me more than you just crying and accepting your fate ever could, right?”
She tensed up so nicely around his cock as he kept taunting, groping and fucking her. He wondered if she’d ever be this tight again for another man after today.
Claire did of course know that what he said was right. But she also knew that their was no winning for her in this situation no matter what she did. If she resisted like she currently did, he’d take his pleasure from that. If she surrendered, he’d revel in the feeling of having broken her. If she somehow got aroused by her own rape, he’d find a way to enjoy that too. She was just a hole to be filled for him. What the person attached to that hole thought and felt was irrelevant for his pleasure. And so she resisted for her own sake, as a means to preserve some of her own dignity.
It was hard for her to think of anything but the penis inside her. He was moving slowly but smoothly inside her. His probing fingers and sucking mouth on her tits became more and more of an afterthought compared to the violation of her cunt. The deliberate slowness with which he took her was not what she had imagined a rape to be before today. What he did to her was a grotesque imitation of loving sex. But if you added to the story that she was whimpering in desperation, shaking her head in distress and that he held her hands in place above her head to stop her from hitting him, then the picture became a different one: The picture of a predator who had already eaten his fill and who was now savoring what was left of his prey simply because it tasted so good. How much would be left of her once this day was over?
Because of the slowness of his movements, she could feel clearly how his cock kept growing inside as he approached his second orgasm. He wasn’t quite there yet, but she believed him to be close. His mouth was now wrapped over her left breast and his tongue rapidly drew circles around her nipple. She could only whimper every now and then to release some of the tension in her body. All the while he kept moving back and forth inside her with a constant rhythm he hadn’t changed at all for minutes. Slow, predictable, inevitable. She had gotten so used to it all. Until he surprised her.
Suddenly, when he had reached the point of having almost withdrawn his cock from her cunt, he bit down on her breast. He didn’t bite hard, it was more of a playful bite, but it was enough to scare and surprise her for a moment. Her body jolted in response and, to her horror, she had pushed her hips against his, impaling herself on his almost withdrawn cock. She heard him groan in surprise. That had been enough to send him over the edge. She frantically retreated her hips down into the pillow in a last ditch effort to correct her mistake, hoping to dislodge his penis, but with the first and only violent thrust of her second rape did he pursue her retreating cunt and buried himself deep inside her.
She kept writhing underneath him but she knew that there was no escaping what was about to come. He talked to her during his orgasm.
“I told you, Claire, that… Ah...”
She felt his first spurt of hot liquid pour into her.
“… I’d be faster… Hng… if you…”
Then the second. She couldn’t help but think that even him coming inside her this second time felt gentle compared to the first time.
“… just asked me… Uff… to fuck you.”
And ask him she did with that hip thrust, she thought, as the third wave filled her vagina. At least, that was what it felt like to her. She hated herself so much for doing this to herself. She knew that she didn’t want this, but she had involuntarily participated in her own rape. She braced herself for the fourth shot when he suddenly withdrew. He aimed to shoot the rest of his cum on her stomach but he wasn’t fast enough. The fourth string of cum did instead land on her pussy’s lips as it spurted out of his cock as he had just pulled out. The feeling was revolting. She gulped in disgust at the sensation. He finally knelt between her legs and jerked the remainder of his sperm onto her stomach. Three more thick long robes of cum landed on her stomach as intended, followed by a few droplets just trickling out of the tip. His grunts and moans made it clear that he was once more experiencing pure bliss. But the feeling of his thick cum on her lips and clit and the sheer amount on her stomach gave her an idea of how much of his filth must have been inside of her at this point. The thought was sickening, literally.
While Mark basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, still squeezing drops of cum out of his softening cock, Claire was unable to suppress the urge to vomit. Just in time did she lean her head over the edge of the bed and let the vomit splash from her mouth onto the floor. Since she hadn’t eaten anything in a while, she regurgitated mostly gastric juices together with the remnants of a salad she had eaten before meeting with Emily and the others at the bar. Even after she had finished vomiting, she did not feel any less sick.
Exhausted, she let herself rest on the bed again. She didn’t know what to do or what even her options were at this point. She wiped a bit of lingering vomit out of the corner of her mouth. Mark was gone for a moment. He had said something to her, but she didn’t listen. Most likely he was getting something to wipe her vomit from the floor. She emptied the water bottle that Mark had given her earlier to get the foul taste out of her mouth. A quick look at the alarm clock: 01:35, 22 hours and 25 minutes remained. Then she wiped the cum on her crotch away with the fingers of her right hand. Looking at the sticky threads that the milky liquid formed as she spread the spoiled fingers in front of her face, she wondered: How was she supposed to endure this for another 22 hours?
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With that, I've posted every bit of story content I had saved up before the launch of the forum. This is also my last unfinished story for now. Back to writing it is. It's time to finish the first story I've ever started.
