Foreword: last edited december '08, for better sentence structure, grammar etc.
This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.
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Ronald crawled off his victim and the bed. He walked round the bed and bent to open the cupboard below the night-stand. It was filled with dish towels. He grabbed the top towel and straightened his back.
Looking up at him, Louise still lay on her back as he had left her with her head at the side of the bed where he now stood. Apart from turning her head while following him with her eyes, she hadn't moved. She had half expected him to take a weapon out of the cupboard, the dish towel didn't look lethal though.
'Maybe he will just clean up and let me go.'
Louise almost regretted being agnostic, not having a god to direct a prayer to.
'If something is out there, please keep me safe. I don't want to die!'
Ronald - 'Joe' - unfolded the dish towel by grabbing an end of it and allowing the rest to fall. He draped the open towel over one hand and used it to remove the condom and sweep semen from his cock in one calculated, practised movement. He folded the towel round semen and condom and then wiped his cock more thoroughly with the folded cloth.
Motionlessly, Louise watched the whole process. Her rapist seemed very accustomed to performing this particular procedure. He took less than twenty seconds to get clean and dry.
Just prior to going on vacation in USA Louise had obtained her masters degree in molecular- and cellular-biology. She was used to working in laboratories under stricter than sterile conditions and couldn't help but notice how there was at all times a piece of towel between 'Joe's fingers and his cock, his semen never got directly in contact with his hands.
'His hands never get in contact with any side of the towel that has been in touch with the skin on his cock either,'
she also noticed.
'No transference of semen. Joe is thorough.'
Planning ahead as always, Ronald had placed a bin next to the night stand, prior to bringing Louise to the cabin. Now, he dropped the sperm and condom containing dish towel in that bin.
Back when he had decided he wanted Louise to be his target for this hunt, he had told her he owned a cabin in this area. That had been a lie. Actually most of what he had told her had been lies. This cabin was rented, he had rented it after convincing the young woman to spend a weekend at 'his' cabin.
Ronald had paid for the cabin under the name Joe Paine, the car he travelled in was rented under the name Joe Paine too. All paid in cash, though. Joe Paine didn't exist. The address he used as 'Joe' was a long-term paid hotel room.
When renting cars he wrote a fake social security number with illegible writing. The lack of social security number and long term temporary address would often give the police quite a bit of trouble establishing whether or not the name he assumed with a victim, was false.
The expensive cars he rented always had many different GPS tracking systems. For that reason most of the rental companies considered checking the ID of customers a negligible safety precaution. It did happen on rare occasions that a car rental firm refused to rent him a car without seeing his drivers license. In spite of his grieved explanations of being in a hurry and having forgotten it at his hotel. But it wasn't often, especially not after flashing one-hundred dollar bills.
He wasn't sufficiently unworldly to believe that every time one of his victims chose to report, the police would chase a fake name till they forgot the case. It was just a small extra safety precaution. As long as they were looking for a man who had abused under his real name, they wouldn't suspect a serial rapist.
He never used the same name for more than one hunt, and there were a lot of rapists out there, other criminals making his actions less visible.
Whenever local law authorities suspected a crime to be of a serial nature, they would send the case on to a nation-wide agency. If that happened too many times then a federal agent might one day see too many shadow pictures resembling Ronald, to have any doubts regarding the 'serial' nature of the reports in front of him.
The FBI took serial quite seriously, even if it was rape and not murder. Mostly because they had this notion that serial rapists tended to be serial murderers-to-be.
'I've hunted at least thrice a year for the last twenty-five years,'
thought Ronald, smiling at the irony,
'sometimes more. I still have no inclination to stake women with anything other than my cock.'
Ronald made sure never to hunt in the same or neighbouring states twice in a row and sometimes he hunted in foreign countries. He was always extremely careful and so far he knew for a fact that no shadow picture resembling him had made it to nation-wide spread amongst law-authorities.
He turned his attention back to 'Lowish'.
Louise noticed her rapist's cock making a small jumping motion. She didn't realise it was because its owner was looking at her.
'He is taking a long time to go fully flaccid after ejaculating,'
thought Louise, focusing on the biological detail to not think about her situation.
In reality Ronald's cock had, unnoticed by her, been a bit more deflated right when he took it out of her. It's current half-sized state was not a slow movement towards flaccid. It was a slow development of a new erection.
Ronald turned, walked round the bed and went across the room, straight to the chest of drawers where he had taken handcuffs and chain earlier. In those drawers he had arranged this hunt's bondage tools.
'Maybe he is fetching the keys for the handcuffs,'
thought Louise, remembering he had taken the hand-cuffs from there.
Hope grew in her.
'Maybe he will unlock the hand-cuffs and let me go now.'
She drew her arms down, from above her head, and scurried slowly to the side of the bed, not wanting to appear aggressive towards her rapist. She had no intentions of pissing him off, especially not now that she hoped to be released.
Ronald opened another drawer this time what he took out was not a key.
Louise's hopes of being released vanished when she saw leather and more chains in his hands. She couldn't discern exactly what it was, other than that it was obviously meant for further bondage.
She got on her feet, new panic rising in her stomach. 'Joe' rushed towards her. The split-second his movement began her body decided to try to run, faster than she could even calculate the bad odds for such an attempt. He instantly caught her and threw her back to the bed. Louise landed on her back. 'Joe's actions were swift and practised. Disoriented from the manhandling, Louise didn't even struggle as he flipped her over on her stomach, and straddled her back pinning her completely.
"You aren't fast enough to stand a chance, girl," stated Ronald, in an informative tone.
Louise only whimpered in return. Her hands had landed below her when he flipped her over. Now her body pressed the sides of the hand-cuffs into her hurting wrists. Ronald's weight on her back made it worse and also made it impossible for her to move her arms without making the pain even stronger.
Ronald had dropped the new pieces of leather and chain on the bed while shoving 'Lowish' back to the bed with his body and one arm. Now he picked up the leather allowing the cold chains, attached to it, to dangle down on his own thighs and the upper part of his victim's back.
The biggest leather part was basically a belt, but it had no buckle. Instead it had one hole at one end and multiple holes in the other. All holes big enough to fit the open long-bowed 'close to lock' padlock that already hung in one hole.
Two chains were attached to the belt. One of them close to the one-holed end, the other a bit from it. At the end of each chain a leather cuff was fastened.
