This story and the characters in it are entirely made up. A fantasy or dream that led me to write it. Rape is taboo and I guess that is what turned me on to writing about it in this story. I would never agree with or support any real life rapist(s).
I waited as patient as a person could be. It was 10:29 P.M. Any number of things could have gone wrong. I kept my cool. I waited silently, a shadow among shadows. I breathed deeply trying to relax my nerves. She would come as she had every night at this same time. I should know. I trailed her for three weeks and observed that she always entered the parking garage at this time.
For all I knew she was on the elevator heading up to her car, where I now was. The darkness was my friend and it would hide me until the last moment when she would be mine. I knew she was cheating on her husband, I think she thought no one else knew, but her and her lover.
I heard the "ding" of the elevator and knew there was no turning back now. It was either now or never and I was determined to do what I came to do. I saw the elevator doors open and out she stepped. I saw her beautiful curly red hair first, followed by a long brown trench coat, which hid her splendid body. I swallowed a lump in my throat, sure that she heard me, which she did not. Adrenaline pumped throughout my body as I became aware of her perfume.
She reached the car and started unlocking the door. I grabbed her arm roughly. "Don't." I said. I heard her gasp. I was even more turned on by the realism that I was now going to have her. I whispered in her ear "Unlock the back door and lie down across the back seat and you won't get hurt." She said, "Please I'll give you anything. Take my money, but please donβt hurt me." I said, "If it was your money I wanted I'd have it by now and be long gone." I told her. She seemed to be more scared now then ever.
I took her trench coat off her and threw it to the ground. "If you do as I say you won't get hurt. If you cross me your ass is grass." I said pointing my knife at her. I heard her sharp intake of breath. Finally, she lay down across the backseat. I felt my erection grow (which I didn't think was possible, since I was hard as steel for the past half-hour or so). "Good." I heard myself say. I rubbed her cheek with my free hand. My hand roamed down her neck to the white blouse that covered what must be 34 CC's.
I knew she was 39 (15 years older than me), but he breasts were as firm and swelled as if she were 21. My free hand roamed down her body and now covered the front of her mini-skirt. I could feel the heat through her clothes and my excitement grew. She moaned "Please." as tears fell from her eyes. I took my knife and ran it along her face (careful not to cut her). I said, "Shut up bitch." She did although she whimpered softly, which I enjoyed. It turned me on even more, if possible.
My free hand went under her skirt feeling the wetness, I wonder if she were enjoying this as much as me. Her panties were silk and smooth to the touch. I grabbed a handful and ripped them off her and she breathed heavy again. I could see her eyes were closed. My knife hand went up to her blouse and cut the front open, revealing the flesh of her firm breasts. I let the knife travel down to the front of her bra and I slipped the sharp blade under the small part of the bra that connected the two cups together. I cut it and heard her cry. My eyes took in the hard nipples which were a dark red or a slight brown (it was hard to tell in the darkness). I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth saying "Shhh." at the same time.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                