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Don't Talk To Strangers
By DemonSeed
The sun beat down relentlessly on the smoldering asphalt surrounding the pumps of the gas station where Otis worked. A momentary breeze was provided by a sporty red convertible whizzing by as it pulled up to the set of pumps on the far side. Otis spotted her like a hawk spots its prey and wasted no time.
He walked up to the car and checked out the hot bitch driving it. She was about 19 or 20, blonde and built like a brick shithouse. Perfect tits, small waist, great legs, all that. She was wearing a tight knit dress that was both short and lowcut and was wearing sheer black stockings though Otis couldn't be sure if she had on pantyhose or a garter belt and stockings. Either way she looked like a slut who needed to be fucked the way he wanted to do it. Already his mind was fantasizing...planning...
Otis wanted to pin the bitch to the seat right there and hold her down as she struggled, tearing her clothes, and forcing his huge, throbbing dick mercilessly into her tight cunt, tearing into it...listening to her scream. But he knew from experience that the best part of rape is the anticipation building up to it...playing it over in your mind again and again, each time a little different and more exciting. This was going to be fun. Yeah, she would do just fine.
He didn't say a word to the blonde cunt driving the car. That way she would never know it was him later. As Otis expected, the pushy whore shoved her keys at him and asked him for ten dollars of the regular. Later she would be asking him for mercy, thought Otis. He couldn’t wait to see the fear in her eyes.
He took the keys and unlocked the gas cap. As he pushed the nozzle into the tank, Otis thought about how he would soon be abusing this bitch's pussy with his hard cock, which now wasn't much smaller than the nozzle in his hand. He grinned wickedly and slammed the nozzle in to the hilt.
Quickly, Otis slipped into the station's office and looked at the whore's keys, which he had palmed after unlocking the gas cap. Otis had the impression of the key done long before the pump had finished and they were never missed, just as he had expected. The bitch handed him a ten dollar bill took the keys and sped off as quickly as she had come. But not before Otis’s eyes, hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, had burned the license plate number into his brain.
Otis knew a sleazy character who had been kicked off the force for corruption. Namely he had been forcing the whores to fuck him and suck him off if they didn't want to get busted. This guy had more pussy than John fucking Holmes in his prime. He and Otis shared similar interests and he used his connections to his old buddies on the force to get Otis the information he needed. He just wanted a few pictures in return, that's all. To Otis, it was a perfect arrangement.
About two weeks of planning, stalking, and fantasy had brought Otis to this night. He knew the bitch’s schedule as well as he knew the veins in his cock that bulged out when he was excited like he was now. She always finished up late on Friday nights and the underground parking garage where Otis lurked in the shadows was now almost barren of cars. Still, there was enough cover to conceal him until it would be too late for her. The clicking of her heels on the cement floor of the garage thundered in his head and he sprang quickly and silently from the shadows when she was within arm’s reach. She never had time to scream. One of Otis’ big beefy hands clamped over her mouth while the other went up her dress and firmly grabbed her pussy. Without uttering a single word, he had made his intentions unmistakably known.
The hand over the bitch’s mouth smelled like sweat and cock because Otis had been rubbing his dick while he waited in the shadows. A knife appeared and was pushed against her throat. By now, Otis had the cunt in the back of his van. In the dingy light of the van the rapist was totally unrecognizable in his black clothes and ski mask. He pulled his stiff, throbbing dick out of his pants and slowly brought it close to her face. Even in the dimness of their surroundings, Otis could see the fear and horror reflected in her face. This was what he had been waiting for – the fear. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head forward sharply as he crammed his hard cock in her mouth. She made some gagging sounds then started to choke as Otis mercilessly fucked her throat. The bitch was obviously not able to deep throat but that made no difference to her attacker who forced his cock in her mouth up to the balls and held it there.
He tore open her blouse and ripped her bra off. With his free hand Otis pawed roughly at her firm, well - rounded tits, squeezing her left nipple as though his thumb and forefinger were a vise. She tried to scream but the cock violently fucking her ravaged throat made it impossible. The cunt squirmed for air, squirmed for life as Otis finally ended the oral assault by shooting buckets of hot, sticky, cum down her throat, causing her to gag and choke violently.
Before she could catch her breath, Otis sliced the pantyhose open and ripped them, exposing her pussy. He slid in two fingers, then four, then slammed his burly fist into her cunt as far as it would go. When she screamed, Otis pulled out a ball gag and slapped her hard across the face as he put it on her. He fisted her for a few minutes, enjoying the spasms her tortured body made every time he slammed it in up to the hilt. He fucked her pussy for a few minutes, slamming his huge swollen cock into her battered bloody hole as hard and fast as he could. The bitch wasn’t struggling as much now. She was already numb with pain. It was time, thought Otis, to fuck her ass while she still had some fight in her. That way he could enjoy it more.
The bitch knew what was coming the minute Otis flipped her over and she started to kick like a mule. He easily overpowered her and slammed his dick into her virgin asshole, feeling the flesh tear as he did. Her screams were muffled by the ball gag as Otis pounded her ass until he came again, the cum mixing with the blood from her torn asshole. Finally she was still. Otis pulled his cock out and pushed her motionless body out of the van, being careful that no one was watching. Then, slowly, he drove out of the garage, pulling off the ski mask as he neared the entrance.
It was several days later when the red convertible pulled into the gas station. She was wearing large sunglasses to hide the bruises and baggy jeans and a bulky sweater in spite of the heat. The bitch averted her eyes as he approached the car and Otis knew he had broken her. He grinned, then leaned over her and said, “Fill it up again?”
By DemonSeed
The sun beat down relentlessly on the smoldering asphalt surrounding the pumps of the gas station where Otis worked. A momentary breeze was provided by a sporty red convertible whizzing by as it pulled up to the set of pumps on the far side. Otis spotted her like a hawk spots its prey and wasted no time.
He walked up to the car and checked out the hot bitch driving it. She was about 19 or 20, blonde and built like a brick shithouse. Perfect tits, small waist, great legs, all that. She was wearing a tight knit dress that was both short and lowcut and was wearing sheer black stockings though Otis couldn't be sure if she had on pantyhose or a garter belt and stockings. Either way she looked like a slut who needed to be fucked the way he wanted to do it. Already his mind was fantasizing...planning...
Otis wanted to pin the bitch to the seat right there and hold her down as she struggled, tearing her clothes, and forcing his huge, throbbing dick mercilessly into her tight cunt, tearing into it...listening to her scream. But he knew from experience that the best part of rape is the anticipation building up to it...playing it over in your mind again and again, each time a little different and more exciting. This was going to be fun. Yeah, she would do just fine.
He didn't say a word to the blonde cunt driving the car. That way she would never know it was him later. As Otis expected, the pushy whore shoved her keys at him and asked him for ten dollars of the regular. Later she would be asking him for mercy, thought Otis. He couldn’t wait to see the fear in her eyes.
He took the keys and unlocked the gas cap. As he pushed the nozzle into the tank, Otis thought about how he would soon be abusing this bitch's pussy with his hard cock, which now wasn't much smaller than the nozzle in his hand. He grinned wickedly and slammed the nozzle in to the hilt.
Quickly, Otis slipped into the station's office and looked at the whore's keys, which he had palmed after unlocking the gas cap. Otis had the impression of the key done long before the pump had finished and they were never missed, just as he had expected. The bitch handed him a ten dollar bill took the keys and sped off as quickly as she had come. But not before Otis’s eyes, hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, had burned the license plate number into his brain.
Otis knew a sleazy character who had been kicked off the force for corruption. Namely he had been forcing the whores to fuck him and suck him off if they didn't want to get busted. This guy had more pussy than John fucking Holmes in his prime. He and Otis shared similar interests and he used his connections to his old buddies on the force to get Otis the information he needed. He just wanted a few pictures in return, that's all. To Otis, it was a perfect arrangement.
About two weeks of planning, stalking, and fantasy had brought Otis to this night. He knew the bitch’s schedule as well as he knew the veins in his cock that bulged out when he was excited like he was now. She always finished up late on Friday nights and the underground parking garage where Otis lurked in the shadows was now almost barren of cars. Still, there was enough cover to conceal him until it would be too late for her. The clicking of her heels on the cement floor of the garage thundered in his head and he sprang quickly and silently from the shadows when she was within arm’s reach. She never had time to scream. One of Otis’ big beefy hands clamped over her mouth while the other went up her dress and firmly grabbed her pussy. Without uttering a single word, he had made his intentions unmistakably known.
The hand over the bitch’s mouth smelled like sweat and cock because Otis had been rubbing his dick while he waited in the shadows. A knife appeared and was pushed against her throat. By now, Otis had the cunt in the back of his van. In the dingy light of the van the rapist was totally unrecognizable in his black clothes and ski mask. He pulled his stiff, throbbing dick out of his pants and slowly brought it close to her face. Even in the dimness of their surroundings, Otis could see the fear and horror reflected in her face. This was what he had been waiting for – the fear. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head forward sharply as he crammed his hard cock in her mouth. She made some gagging sounds then started to choke as Otis mercilessly fucked her throat. The bitch was obviously not able to deep throat but that made no difference to her attacker who forced his cock in her mouth up to the balls and held it there.
He tore open her blouse and ripped her bra off. With his free hand Otis pawed roughly at her firm, well - rounded tits, squeezing her left nipple as though his thumb and forefinger were a vise. She tried to scream but the cock violently fucking her ravaged throat made it impossible. The cunt squirmed for air, squirmed for life as Otis finally ended the oral assault by shooting buckets of hot, sticky, cum down her throat, causing her to gag and choke violently.
Before she could catch her breath, Otis sliced the pantyhose open and ripped them, exposing her pussy. He slid in two fingers, then four, then slammed his burly fist into her cunt as far as it would go. When she screamed, Otis pulled out a ball gag and slapped her hard across the face as he put it on her. He fisted her for a few minutes, enjoying the spasms her tortured body made every time he slammed it in up to the hilt. He fucked her pussy for a few minutes, slamming his huge swollen cock into her battered bloody hole as hard and fast as he could. The bitch wasn’t struggling as much now. She was already numb with pain. It was time, thought Otis, to fuck her ass while she still had some fight in her. That way he could enjoy it more.
The bitch knew what was coming the minute Otis flipped her over and she started to kick like a mule. He easily overpowered her and slammed his dick into her virgin asshole, feeling the flesh tear as he did. Her screams were muffled by the ball gag as Otis pounded her ass until he came again, the cum mixing with the blood from her torn asshole. Finally she was still. Otis pulled his cock out and pushed her motionless body out of the van, being careful that no one was watching. Then, slowly, he drove out of the garage, pulling off the ski mask as he neared the entrance.
It was several days later when the red convertible pulled into the gas station. She was wearing large sunglasses to hide the bruises and baggy jeans and a bulky sweater in spite of the heat. The bitch averted her eyes as he approached the car and Otis knew he had broken her. He grinned, then leaned over her and said, “Fill it up again?”
