For Detective Paul Nunez the Pillow Case Rapist had become the second obsession of his life. He had been tracking him off and on for the last two years. Every time he took another victim, it landed on Detective Nunez's desk and another few weeks of his life would be spent reliving two years of frustration.
The PCR (Nunez smiled to himself as he realized that every case became an acronym if it stuck around long enough) had trapped another housewife in her home and raped her. The basic M.O. was there: break-in, pillow case, threats, and the multiple penetrations— both vaginally and anal, and the constant whispering how much he loved his victim during the rapes. The conformation that it was really the PCR: the woman was 5' 4" and weigh over two hundred pounds. The majority of his victims were large women.
A dark part of Nunez understood that last part of the PCR's M.O.: he too loved big girls. This led him to think of the first obsession of his life: 5' 7" 220 pound Amber. He reached into his pocket, took out his notebook and opened it to the page where he had written Amber's address from her license they day he had stopped for a rolling stop...
He had been angry as he pulled over the van that had almost clipped him. But his anger subsided as he saw the auburn hair beauty that smiled at him and apologized. She was wearing a pretty summer dress low cut so he could see her cleavage. He felt himself growing hard as he took her license and pretended to run her threw the computer as he wrote he home address into her book. He let her go with a warning.
He should have just let her go, but he had spent the last three weeks following her. He knew that right now she was at work and would return to an empty house tonight because her husband was out of town. She'd be all alone...
Amber entered her home and sighed; another Friday night alone. She knew they needed the money, but it was getting tiresome after three weeks in a row. She hated sleeping alone.
She trudged into her bedroom and slipped off her heels. Next off was her dress and bra, both tossed on the floor. She had just put her fingers into the waist band of her pantyhose when a pillow case was slipped over her head and the sharp edge of a knife pressed against her neck.
"Behave and I won't hurt you. Understand?" said a voice in her ear.
The Pillow Case Rapist (PCR) had been waiting in her bedroom behind the door watching Amber strip down to her pantyhose. The sight of her sexy large ass in nylon was when he decided to grab her.
Amber froze as she felt the sharp blade on the skin of her neck. "Don't hurt me," she croaked. Fear made her whole body shake.
"Good girl, Amber," said the PCR. Amber took in a breath in surprise.
"How did you know my name," she said, afraid of the answer.
The PCR kissed the side of Amber's neck. "I have been following you for weeks, Amber. I know you are alone tonight. I have to show you how much I love you."
The PCR pulled Amber's hands behind her back and secured them with a plastic tie. Amber cried out.
"Please don't do this. Don't....rape me."
The PCR hands grabbed Amber's ample breasts. He ran the knife blade over them, teasing her nipples with the knife tip. Amber stood still, afraid even to breath.
"P....P...Please don't cut me. Don't hurt me, "pleaded Amber as the PCR began to suckle on her nipples. Amber's felt her nipples harden and her tears stained the pillow case.
