Rebecca woke. She was naked, tied spread-eagle to a bed, with a blindfold and gag.
She vaguely remembered having a drink with a handsome, fortyish-year-old man at The Fremont Hotel in the northern outskirts of Atlanta.
"I'm glad your awake Rebecca or whatever your name. It's no fun fucking a beautiful red head with a great set of tits while she sleeping. The first agenda item, however, is to shave your pubic hair. I like my pussy's bald. Wait a sec while I warm some water."
He left, and Becca hoped she had inserted the GPS chip into a pocket or someplace on his clothing. This guy Samuel Abbington was a suspected serial rapist. My being here is proof that he is the rapists.
He returned with an electric razor and removed most of her pubic hair. "It looks better already," he wet the area around her pussy, added shaving cream, and proceeded to trim her as smooth as a baby's spanked butt. As he shaved her, he asked, "Whose idea was it to use you as bait to catch a serial rapist? Don't answer that," he laughed. "I've done this too many times to get caught." He wiped the special soap off her cunt, rubbed his hands around to check for stubble, and slid a finger between her vulva lips
Becca gasped at the unexpected intrusion.
He laughed, "You're a lot wetter than I expected," slipping his finger deeper into her twat. He searched for her G-spot on the upper inside of her vagina.
She sighed as his finger found and massaged the special place.
He smiled and continued to gently rub. "Do you like that? He asked looking at her.
Becca didn't respond.
Sam added another finger to her pussy proceeding to finger fuck her.
Her vaginal muscles clamped around them involuntarily.
"You have a sensitive body. I like that. This fuck will be extra special. Not only are you built for pleasure, but your sensitivity will add to the thrill I get out of pleasing myself.."
He continued ramming in and out of her. Finally, he kissed her cheek, neck, and shoulders.
She turned her head away and tried to twist away, but the ropes held firm.
"If you don't like that let me try some other private places." He moved his head to her left breast taking the areola and nipple into his mouth while at the same time putting a finger on her clit.
Becca tried to resist, but her body instinctively reacted to his sucking and the massaging her sweet spot. She squirmed and thrashed trying to get away but failed. Her body responded to his machinations. Her breast tingled as did her inner core. She surrendered to the joy of her feelings.
Sam switched nipples sucking harder and adding pressure to her clit.
She couldn't help herself. She wanted, needed his manipulation, and lifted her hips and humped his finger.
He smiled, "Are you ready darling?"
Becca moaned, "Oooah,"
"Good, but I want you to have an orgasm before I ravage you." He assaulted both breasts with increased vigor and rubbed her body's most sensitive sex organ faster and faster.
Her breathing became more rapid, she perspired, and she writhed under his attack on her body that was now willing and wanting. She raised on her shoulders and groaned as loud as she could around the gag. Contractions from her sex organs increased in frequency and intensity; she was on the edge of an orgasm.
He slowed. "I don't want you to come yet."
She groaned thinking let me come, let me come, she didn't, but she was still on the edge of coming. She could feel him move back and wondered what would happen next.
He blew his breath on her pussy and took both nipples between a thumb and forefinger rolling them back and forth. She groaned.
He licked her vulva lips, in long wet ovals. "You smell and taste as good as you look."
She tensed as his tongue moved back and forth across her lips. Come on, she thought, I want to come. Make me come. She wanted that wonderful feeling of an orgasm when her body and mind became one in the intensity of the contractions emanating from her core, but it didn't happen.
He blew on her shaved cunt again.
His hot breath on her wet twat made her feel cold. Becca groaned.
He stopped blowing.
She waited, waited, and waited. Her body went ballistic when Sam's tongue swept up her slit to her clit. Her body moved in all directions at the same time, as wave after wave of pleasure swept over and through her body. She groaned and groaned and groaned.
He laughed. "You liked that, did you? Great, because I've got enough Viagara in me to keep going for a long time. This is going to be the longest fuck you've ever had."
She could tell what was going to happen next as the bed springs sank as he crawled onto the bed between her legs. His body covered hers but there was no penetration. She groaned wanting him to plunge into her and give her what she wanted. Instead, his mouth covered one areola and nipple licking, nipping, and sucking her teat. At the same time, his long, hard cock moved slowly up and down her slit. She was energized and wanted more, but he shifted to her other breast and continued to plow her slit and massage her clit as he went up and down. She was on fire for his cock, to be fucked, to have an orgasm. What was he waiting for she thought? Her groan was louder.
"Are you hungry for a cock? Is this really rape or am I fulfilling a fantasy?" He laughed.
She gasped around the gag when the tip oh his cock split her labia lips. She relaxed. He was going to ravage her. She was disappointed because he didn't sink deep into her instead he bobbed his crown in and out of her opening. It was incredible all of the nerves of her entrance were stimulated, and she climaxed. Her body writhed, wriggled, and wagged under him in incredible joy, and she moaned and groaned.
He didn't stop.
The sensations just within her cunt persisted were such a pleasure that she cried tears of joy. Water rolled down her cheeks like the torrents of a river.
He stopped." Are those tears of pain or pleasure?" He asked. "I bet its pleasure."
He reached up, removed her gag, and before she could speak his mouth covered hers, and his tongue invaded her mouth.
Rebecca was surprised because as his tongues mated with hers, she climaxed. His tongue acted like a cock sending her into a tizzy of thrills and chills. She cried harder as the joy was beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
She recoiled and thrust toward him. She was rewarded because her thrust was met by his
An enormous rigid cock cracked her chamber walls slamming into the bottom of her tube. She exploded into another body racking orgasm. As she writhed under him in joy, his cock remained against her cervix.
He slipped his hands under her shoulders, grabbed them with his hands, and pulled himself hard into her.
She howled climaxing.
He waited until she quieted down, and he pulled himself into her again.
She wailed climaxing. Rebecca was in a constate orgasmic state. She reached a peak of joy and receded, and when he pulled against her, she reached a peak of pleasure and receded. She lost contact with time, as all she saw was fireworks, and all she heard was the sound of her shrieking voice.
* * *
Rebecca woke to feel a sexual contentment and warmth. She was covered in a blanket, the ropes had been removed, the blindfold and gag were gone, and the room was empty. My God that was incredible. I'm glad he's been caught, but he is certainly the best lover I've ever had."
She was sore and leaking his fluids but struggled to the bathroom to shower. She donned a hotel robe and went to the phone and called Dack.
"Hello, this is Dack, what can I do for you?"
"Dack, this is Becca, did you catch him?"
"Becca, we've been wondering where you were?"
"What do you mean, you were watching me? We were trapping Samuel Abbington? You didn't catch him?"
"No, you must not have put the GPS chip into his clothing. I followed the two of you out of the hotel, but when I got outside, you were gone. None of the team members saw you leave. We searched all over for you, called you, and traced your phone. It was found in a trash can a block from the hotel. Are you alright?"
Becca had to think about the answer to the question. She'd been raped. It was the most incredible fuck of her life, and she was still in a mild stage of ecstasy. On the other hand, she was disappointed that the rapist hadn't been caught. None of the rape victims they'd interviewed reported what a fantastic lover this guy was. "I'm alright, but I've been violated, and the rapist hasn't been caught. I'm mad as hell." She looked at the table where the phone had been sitting, and she noted a desk pad, the Fremont Hotel.
"Dack, what kind of detective are you, I'm in room 669 of the Fremont Hotel. I never left. Get your ass and the rest of the team over here and check this place for evidence. Do it now!" She slammed the phone into its cradle. She looked around the room and found her clothes neatly folded or hung up. That Samuel Abbington is one interesting case, she thought. After dressing, she sat in a chair, closed her eyes and thought about the fucking she'd taken the night before. It was unbelievable.
* * *
No evidence about the rapist was found at the scene. While there, they discussed how Samual Abbington could have escaped, and how such a possibility would not occur in the future. Also, Becca's blood was tested, and there was evidence of an unknown drug being present.
Becca had been sexually assaulted by a co-worker five years before, and after therapy, she applied for a grant to catch rapists. Not only did she get the grant, but scores of women who had been ravaged contributed to her efforts to prevent such acts and to capture the assailants.
