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Submitted by timm on 14/Oct/2005
Yeah, I'm a rapist. So what? I learned early in my life to accept who and what I am and to deal with it as best as possible.
So yeah, I'm a rapist. Sometimes I'm a killer too. Does that mean I have to be a bad person?
Sometimes I go a long time between episodes. And when I feel the urge coming on; if I can catch it in time; I can plan a rape that will not lead to the target being hurt or killed. Those are my favorites because I really do not like killing women.
But sometimes the unexpected ones feel the best. And sometimes those are the ones that make the headlines. The ones that I will really burn in hell for.
Like the time I was passing by when little Suzy Riggs got separated from her big sister. The twelve year old sister was supposed to make sure that her eight year old sibling got home after school. But like most girls her age she had just started getting boobs and the boys were noticing. One was on the football team and when he told the young woman how beautiful she looked, she was eager to go with him.
As they ran off giggling poor Suzy tried to catch up. But her legs were shorter and she had a lot of books. And then she stumbled. So fate would have it I happened to be driving by.
Like I said I wasn't really looking for a victim. And when I look I don't look for little girls. I like them well enough but they cause all kinds of trouble.
Like Amber alerts and shit.
But Suzy was a prize. I could see that right off. She had shoulder length blonde hair, straight. Her face was slightly round and she had a pair of deep green eyes and soft, pouting lips. She wore a pair of blue denim shorts and a yellow floral halter top. She had on white sneakers and yellow socks.
I pulled my car, a white non descript sedan, to the curb and climbed out. I looked around and saw that nobody seemed to be paying attention. I wasn't too worried; I had stolen the car this morning and didn't think it would be reported yet. The victim was out of town. I am of average build and white. I don't look threatening, I look like your average guy.
I moved near Suzy and asked if she could point me toward an address I made up.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't know where that is."
I smiled and helped her gather her books.
"That's alright little girl," I said, "maybe I got the address wrong. Let me check."
Before she could object I walked toward my car with some of her books. She followed as I hoped she would.
"Mister," she said, "I need my books. I have to go."
"Of course you do," I answered pleasantly, "I'll just be a moment."
I watched her reflection in my window as I set her books on top of my car. I waited until she was in striking distance and then swung around with a savage backhand. The startled girl didn't have time to react or whimper as my fist hammered her in the side of her head. She slammed sideways and crumpled in a heap on the ground.
Hurriedly I glanced around again. No sign of activity was present so I quickly scooped the unconscious little girl up and tossed her prone body into the back seat of my car. I tossed her books in as well and dashed toward the driver seat.
I pulled away from the curb without incident and drove slowly and surely several blocks away. There I steered the vehicle behind an abandoned service station where I moved again to the back seat of the car. I wasted little time in binding the knocked out child securely hand and foot and tossed a blanket across he body. The force of the blow I had delivered would keep her unconscious for a while I assumed, but just in case she were to wake, the binding and the blanket should buy me time to re subdue her as necessary.
I was staying in an old trailer in a rundown section of town at that time. It was a fifteen minute drive and then it was a simple matter to scoop Suzy up, blanket and all, and carry her inside and slam the door. I suspected that with all of the drugs and prostitution going on around me; none of my neighbors would dare bring the police down here and so would mind their own business.
Even if they had seen Suzy in my arms.
I dumped the girl in the middle of my bed. I dropped her roughly because I knew it didn't matter what I did to her. She would have to die because she had already seen my face.
Sometimes if I can find a way to incapacitate the victim without being identified I will let them live. Especially the ones I think will not report the crime. But Suzy would run screaming as soon as I let her go, so she would never be free again.
I gently stroked her blonde hair and moved some from her face. Her skin was as soft as you imagine an eight year old's to be. I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of touching her. I stepped back for a second and admired her sleeping beauty.
I found an old cloth the gag her with. I rubbed my fingers across her soft lips and then forced her mouth open. I shoved the rag in and she gagged slightly. And then she started waking up.
"Well," I said and smiled at her, "I see you're waking up."
Her eyes fluttered open and as she gained her focus I could see the fear. Tears began to run down her face as she squeeled into the gag.
"Don't fuss," I said, "it'll only make things worse."
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. She stopped squealing and started to squirm on the bed. Her eyes were wide with terror and she tried to get as far from me up the bed as she could.
I unzipped my pants and let my erection spring free. Her eyes grew wider.
"Do you know what this is?" I asked in a soft voice.
She nodded.
"Then you know what it's for," I said as I stepped from my pants and climbed onto the bed.
With he arms secured behind her I had no problem with opening herr clothes. Her shirt untied easily from behind her neck and fell off to expose her as yet undeveloped breasts. I suspected that if she lived Suzy would be a beautiful woman. As it was she had the beginnings of a woman's curves. But her titties were not there yet. Still I ran my fingers across her tiny nipples. She recoiled to my touch.
I slipped my fingers under the band of her shorts and slid them down. She tried to keep her legs tightly together but it was no use. I slid them down to her knees to expose her panties. They were white with flowers on them. I leaned close and stuck my nose into her crotch and breathed in deep. Her little pussy was not yet ripe and all I smelled was little girl sweat.
I liked it. I felt my cock twitch harder. I rubbed her pussy roughly through her panties. Suzy screamed into her gag. I couldn't really understand her, but I'm sure it was "Stop! Please! No! Help me, Mommy!"
I love a girls feet. Especially when they wear sneakers and socks. They get so pruny and wrinkly and wet and smelly. I could shoot my load on them and be satisfied sometimes. I pulled Suzy's shoes and socks off and licked the sweat from her tender soles. She had on orange toe nail polish. She kicked at me as I licked her and I moved up the bed to her face.
I am a lot of things but I am not a merciless monster. Well maybe I am, but I do not like my victims to suffer a lot. So I wrapped my hands around little Suzy's delicate throat and began to squeeze. She bucked beneath me on the bed but it was like a tick trying to get rid of a dog, it wasn't happening.
She started to turn red and then blue and then her tougue started to swell and then she fell unconscious. I released my grip and went back to savoring my victim without fear of interruption or injury for a time.
With her knocked out again, I removed the bonds to her ankles and held her small feet to my face and breathed in deeply. I put both sets of toes in my mouth and licked and sucked while my cock screamed to be tended to!
I lay across her prone body and buried my face in her prepubescent pussy and forced my tongue into the crevice of he pre-womanhood. It was a sweet taste, like the taste of pure innocence. I felt her hymen with my tongue and stoked it gently then I moved to her tiny clitoris. I wondered how her body would react without consciousness of what was happening.
Surprisingly to me her clit responded to my gentle licking and sucking and her breathing became labored. I reached up with my right hand and felt her small nipples were rigid. I was amazed; if I dared keep this little girl alive, she might make one hell of a sex slave. Her body was incredibly responsive to sexual stimulation. I let my hand slip beneath her ass and guided a finger between her cheeks to probe her hole. Gently, not penetrating I rubbed across the outside of her ass and found the spot where ass meets pussy.
When I did, her body quivered in climax and she moaned into the gag. She was cumming in her unconscious state. And at her age. I was amazed!
I then got off of her body and lifted her legs so her feet were at my face level again. I let my bare cock dance around her inner thighs and find her moist cunt. I pushed the head of my cock against her virgin pussy gently, so the head would enter. I'm not extremely endowed and her pussy was wet, so I managed to enter without destroying her cunt at that point, but when I grabbed her waist and pulled her hard against me, her hymen ripped as well as the inner lips of her pussy. Her body convulsed as I pulled her back and forth. Her eyes flew open and she screamed into the gag. Tears flowed like a river as my cock pounded the inside of her pussy. Blood seeped from her onto my cock and though it dropped on the sheets, most of it moisturized the fuck, slowing the friction.
Still, with her virgin cunt being so tight and the excitement of the rape being so hot and her tender little toes tasting so sweet, I could feel my orgasm mounting and exploding into her immature womb. I thrusted harder and harder as I emptied into her the seed of life. Ironic, I thought, that I would be seeding a garden that would never have the chance to grow.
As I pulled out of her, she curled into a ball and blood ran from her broken pussy. I lay exhausted next to her for a few minutes and then did what I knew I had to do.
She was too weak to resist as I placed a pillow over her face and suffocated her to death. I sobbed as I did the dastardly deed because she had been such a beautiful little girl. And I had fallen prey to my disease once more.
After dark I carried her body and all her belongings as well as the sheets from my bed to the car. I drove to an abandoned campground over a hundred miles from where I live and there I burned everything, her body and all. The fire could be seen for miles, but it was not uncommon for a campfire or bonfire to burn there. Once I was sure the fire was going good and evidence of my crime had been destroyed, I drove back home and went to sleep.
I know you think I should have horrible nightmares after doing what I did, but I don't. I now that I am satiated for a time and I can go back to being a productive member of society.
Until the hunger fills me again.
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