John first met Octavia during the lockdown on one of the porn forums he frequented online. Like many of the girls who could no longer swipe right to get laid now that the virus was on the loose, she'd decided to get her kicks showing strangers her slutty side, and had quickly slipped from tit pics to indulging in more depraved fetishes. One would think she'd caught his eye over any one of the other sluts on the site because of her lean, well muscled body or the excellent composition of her photos. Even the fact that she took so many of her shots outside, tied to a tree or groveling stark naked with her knees in the dirt made her fairly unique, and might have been a reason for her to stand out.
But the real reason he became fixated on her was because she was an arrogant, superior little cunt.
Everyone knew the type. She was a opinionated socialist feminist foodie that identified as a lesbian leaning poly princess. She also had a soft spot for rape and breeding fantasies; preferably both at once, even though she proudly told everyone she worked for planned parenthood and would never let a man ruin her body with a baby. She was arrogant to a fault, and unless she was commenting on her favorite fantasies, she would get in arguments with anyone in the comments about anything she felt sufficiently opinionated about. The president. Global warming. Abortion. Fashion. Pizza. You name it, and she'd fight about it. After crossing her path a couple times and jerking off about the pictures she posted for the fourth or fifth time, he decided he had to have her. If anyone deserved to get a little humility raped into her, he thought, it was Octavia.
Surprisingly, once he decided to find her it was shockingly easy. Pride goeth before a fall, and it was her tendency to argue and give her opinion on almost everything that gave her away. She'd left just enough information scattered around in her long comment history to create a trail of breadcrumbs straight to her front door. Discussions about various universities in the area narrowed it down to a region, her employment narrowed it down to a few towns within that area, and the specialty of her favorite pizza shop narrowed that list down to a single small berg tucked away in a quiet corner of New England.
After that it took only a few minutes with google earth to locate the collapsing barn that featured so prominently in the background of so many of her exhibitionist pictures. It was a distinctive landmark, and once it was located, there were really only two or three houses she might be living in. After he'd figured that out, all he had to do was wait and clean out his work van in case he decided her home wasn't a good spot to give the bitch what she had coming.
It's one thing to feel so safe behind a screen that you show your tits to strange men for the thrill.. But it's outright hubris to be so certain that you're untouchable that you share with everyone when you're ovulating, and thanks to all the discussions about how regular she was, and the gaps in her posting history that lined up well with when she was probably menstruating, anyone who cared to know had a pretty good idea of when that was. Next weekend was when Octavia was at her most fertile; it would be the perfect time to pay her a visit and make all of her fantasies real.
The thought was intoxicating and very distracting, and John spent the rest of the week going through the motions at work, while watching her continue to be a little whore online. Then when Friday finally came, he took off from work early, drove a few hours up the coast and parked on the shoulder of a dirt road less than a quarter mile behind the cluster of houses he found online. Then he went for a little walk with some binoculars and a bag of tricks and waited in the shade while he tried to figure out which one of them was hers.
It didn't take long; she came home a little after five in her aging red hybrid, and walked into the house with no idea that tonight she was going to finally get what was coming to her. Not long after that, another car with another woman parked as well, though it was impossible to say for sure if she was a roommate or a girlfriend. Thanks to Octavia's post history he'd already known that she didn't live alone.
John hardly had a full picture as they moved inside the house, but he watched them as they briefly drifted back and forth between the places he could see: the kitchen window, the sliding back door that led to a falling down deck, and once, when Octavia changed out of her scrubs, her very own bedroom window while he hid invisibly well back from the tree line. The bitch didn't make any effort at privacy - she was practically begging for someone to take advantage of her. Tonight was the night she was going to finally get her wish he thought, certain he knew how the rest of the night was going to play out as his dick grew hard in anticipation of tonight's delights. It wasn't long after that though, that other cars started showing up, and he worried he might have to change his plans.
The girls seemed to be just housemates, and tonight they were having some kind of get together. A dinner party? An actual party? He couldn't say for sure with his limited view, but John did his best to figure out. Afterall, if it was a real party then extra people might end up staying the night, and that could make things complicated - he might have to come out and visit another time. So for the next few hours he watched them while the sun set, and the chill rose. He watched the assembled guests have a great time inside as they walked in and out of his vision, drinks in hand or chatting with one another.
After a while John worried this could go on for hours more, so he finally went back for a thicker jacket around ten when it really started to get chilly. By the time he got back though, the party was finally winding down. One of the cars had left, another was leaving, and the roommate was in the kitchen doing dishes. So he sat back down on a felled trunk and waited for the lights to go out one by one. Finally at half past eleven he watched the last light in the house go out in Octavia's bedroom, and set an alarm for one hour on his phone. It was a good thing he did too, because by the time it went off at twelve thirty five, John was starting to nod off.
Going to sleep wasn't the plan. He'd waited a long time for this moment, and he wasn't going to bed until after he'd filled that whore up with his cum, he reminded himself, as he got up and started walking towards their backdoor. While he walked through the darkness, he didn't sneak or run. There wasn't any point. It was dark and isolated - there was no one to see him. Instead he merely strolled up to the back door, only showing any care at all when he stepped on to the rickety porch to minimize any unexpected squeaks. It wasn't locked, and he slid it open without effort. The dining room and living room still showed some evidence of clutter from the dinner party that they'd left for the morning, but otherwise it was a nice, unassuming home with nothing to differentiate it from any one of John's friend's houses.
He paused a moment after he shut the door, listening for any movement or noise, but the house was silent, and the only sound was a faint snoring coming from the roommate's open door, which he pulled quietly shut on the way past as he walked through the living room, and turned toward his goal. Octavia's door was closed, but fortunately not locked, and he pulled it open with only the slightest squeak. Even this small sound made him stop immediately though, as he looked for any sign he'd been heard. But the body shaped shadow in the bed didn't make a move, so after a few long moments he relaxed and entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind him without issue.
