The Red Rose Rapist waited silently in the flickering shadows. A loud noise startled him and he ducked further into the shadows. That was close! A couple almost saw him in the flickering light of the dingy hotel sign. He smiled as the couple went inside the hotel. Perfect, no witnesses!
The beautiful slut came towards him now. She wasn’t as well dressed as the last victim, but she still looked fine! Her breasts looked like they were D size and perky. She had a little fat on her body, but it was the kind of fat that makes a woman look more appetizing; like you want the fat there so that you can have more body to use and abuse. He loved her short wavy blond hair as it lazily moved with a soft wind. Closer and closer she came. The Red Rose Rapist was ready, his cock itched with excitement. She was in range now. He grabbed the bitch the same as all the others, by taking her by surprise with a knife at her throat. He dragged the whimpering slut into the shadows.
“No! No please don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!”
As always the Red Rose Rapist did not respond verbally to his victim. He forced her to the ground and slowly cut her shirt open. The woman sobbed, realizing what was about to come.
“No, no I’ll do anything please! No oo o oo o!”
The bra was next to meet his knife. He had guessed right, the slut’s breasts were big, luscious, and beautiful. She pled and sobbed as he started to abuse her body. His hands squeezed her melons and she continued to plead with him, hoping that maybe someone would come and rescue her. Slowly his hands rubbed her nipples as if she were his lover, silently mocking her as her nipples hardened. His lips pressed against her neck and began to suck hard. He intended to have this victim be marked so that she could feel even more shame in the coming days.
“Ah ha ha ha! No! No! No! No! Please no!” she pled as his knife slowly pressed against her waist, cutting her skirt off. “I’ll do anything, please don’t!” she uselessly said as the knife easily sliced through her underwear, exposing her shaved womanhood.
He wasted no time and took off his clothes quickly. She attempted to roll away but was not fast enough. On her stomach, he had an easier advantage over her. His huge pulsating cock penetrated her asshole, something which he had never done before and immediately enjoyed. His victim on the other hand…
“No! No! Aaaah! No! Please no! Aaaah! AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH! It hurts! It huur hur hurrts!”
He pulled out of her as he did not want to cum before she did. Blood slowly pooled out of her ass and onto the pavement as he turned her over. His bloody cock rubbed against the entrance of her pussy. Tears fell from her eyes. He thrust inside her and groped her sexy body. The Red Rose Rapist could tell this victim found more pleasure in his manhood than she could take. She was unable to form the words to protest his pulsating, quivering member roughly sliding in and out of her now wet pussy.
“Naaa! Aaaaah! Oooooh! Oooooh! Nnnnaaaaauuuuh!” she cried with each grueling thrust. She started moving her hips from side to side; slow at first then violently in a desperate attempt to force him out of her. It backfired on her, only making the pleasure more intense as he ravaged her. His hands continued to rub her now very hard nipples throughout the ordeal. Now it was time for teeth. He bit and sucked her so hard she screamed bloody murder in rhythm to his now harder and faster thrusts.
She was a mother, that’s why she was a little on the chubby side. He knew this when milk started seeping from her breast and into his mouth. It didn’t taste the best, but he enjoyed her humiliation more as he continued to suck milk from her as if he were her child.
Her moans became more and more ragged with heavier and heavier breathing. She was close to an orgasm now. He moved harder and faster, allowing her body to experience the pleasure it wanted. Throughout the orgasm, she bellowed inhuman moans of pleasure, unable to express her brain’s discontent with her situation. He listened as she suddenly found her pleading voice back.
“Aaaa! Aaaaa! No! It hurts now! Aaaaaah no! No! Please no more it hurts!”
She begged and pleaded as her body convulsed in now more pain than pleasure with each thrust. After a while the convulsions happened less and less. Her voice reverted back to moaning, this time tired moans of pleasure and discontent. He moved slower, hitting her just right to force another orgasm onto her. She moaned like a prostitute whore, and he fucked her harder and faster. Soon the inhuman moans were back as he felt his cock become more and more juicy with her fluids.
Her body twitched again and she was unable to find her voice. He felt himself get close to an orgasm as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of her. The added orgasm juices felt wild against his prick, and he felt the pleasure growing greater and greater. His moans of pleasure joined her now weak moans of exhaustion. Fire spread in his chest, making it harder for him to breathe. He knew he could make this slut orgasm one more time before he unleashed his load.
Faster and harder than ever, she became inhuman again. This time another set of inhuman moans matched hers as the fire spread through both of them. In and out, faster, harder, nothing else existing but their essence. Wilder moans, bodies begging to release what has been building up inside, ecstasy.
Their bodies twitched as she got hers and he unleashed his warm sticky sperm into her sopping wet vagina. The moans continued and slowly died down as he collapsed on top of his energy-less victim, mocking her as if he were her lover. A few minutes went as he gained his strength, continuing to slowly grope the slut mother until he was able to find the energy to get up.
Energy found, he quickly rose and reached inside his pocket. She didn’t even give a whimper as he covered her mouth and nose with the handkerchief. He quickly got dressed and looked at the time. Wow, time flies when you’re having fun! After making sure a red rose was perfectly placed in her naked, crossed arms he quickly walked to where he had parked his car about a block away and began to drive home.
Well that was fun to read! That florist sure is a crafty son of a gun! Or…is he…? Could the florist be innocent and someone else be the Red Rose Rapist? Or is Harry indeed a violent, crafty, horny man who rapes women whenever he wants? Find out in the next exciting story in the Red Rose Rapist series Violets Are Blue, where we have more suspicious activity, more suspects, and of course more rape!
Edit:
Violets Are Blue has now been started. You can find it
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