Chapter List
Story information
Prologue
Chapter 1
Infatuation
Chapter 2
The Hunter's Last Victim
Chapter 3
Birth of Huntress
Chapter 4
The Lifeguard
Chapter 5
The Married Man
Chapter 6
The Driver
Chapter 7
Dream Revelations
Chapter 8
Sexual Interrogation
Chapter 9
Louisiana
Chapter 10
The Lesbian
Epilogue
Story Information
Story information
Prologue
Chapter 1
Infatuation
Chapter 2
The Hunter's Last Victim
Chapter 3
Birth of Huntress
Chapter 4
The Lifeguard
Chapter 5
The Married Man
Chapter 6
The Driver
Chapter 7
Dream Revelations
Chapter 8
Sexual Interrogation
Chapter 9
Louisiana
Chapter 10
The Lesbian
Epilogue
Story Information
The Kidnapping Chronicles
The Red Rose Rapist - prequel
The Hunter - Part 1
Huntress - Part 2 <---you are here
LK - Part 3
The Masked Marauder - Part 4
Melinda's Tale - Part 5
The Masked Marauder II - Allen's Revenge - Part 6
Sons of the Rose - Part 7
Revenge Beyond the Grave - Part 8
A Rape in Time - Part 9
This story is part 2 of The Kidnapping Chronicles. If you would like to avoid spoilers, read The Hunter before reading this story. It is also recommended, but not necessary to read the collection of 4 short stories about the Red Rose Rapist. Starting with Roses are Red before reading this story. It is a prequel to The Kidnapping Chronicles. The story mostly focuses on a female raping different men after she herself is raped. There is one instance of attempted lesbian rape. The story is part of a complex plot involving mysteries and betrayal. Because of that, character deaths are present but will not be told in graphic detail. If you want to skip the plot and read the female raping male scenes then they will be chapter 4, 5, 6, 8, and 10 (8 and 10 will have some plot within but will be centered around female raping male.) This story is a rewritten version of my original Huntress story. Sorry about taking so long to post it. I rewrote it on anther board and forgot about posting it on here! Whoopsie!
And now I give you, the revised edition of Huntress
Prologue
It all began the day I heard a loud voice outside my grandparent's house. A young man looked angry at the black truck in front of the house. Why would he be angry? They were here as living assistants for my grandparents. I decided to get closer so I could hear and investigate.
"...you think I'm with the feds like FBI or something?"
"Yeah. You have a black van and you’re wearing a black suit and I bet in that black van is a black device that allows you to somehow listen to what I’m talking about."
I stepped on a branch and he turned around with a crazed look in his eyes.
"So the van is here because we need people to help take care of my grandparents."
The crazed look in his eyes faded. He explained that something he saw on Facebook freaked him out and he had just lost his head. Something was off with that explanation, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I told him about a time I saw something creepy too. We introduced ourselves and he gave more of his background. He had killed his aunt and uncle in self defense. I remembered the story from the news. It was awful. His aunt killed his parents and kept their heads in her basement. No wonder Paul was so paranoid. No one would be normal so soon after a traumatic event like that happened!
I warmed up to him. He had a nice charm. We had small talk for a little while longer and at one point I felt a creepy vibe coming from him. He gave me a look for a split second like he wanted to do more than just chat. The look quickly disappeared. Maybe I imagined it? Paul apologized to the driver for yelling at him and left. I must have imagined that look. He wasn't a bad guy, he just had horrible things happen to him.
My phone buzzed with a call from my friend Caroline. I answered after making sure I had enough battery for a long phone call. Caroline was quite a talker. A lot of people didn't like her for it, but I didn't mind. She was good at conversation, you just had to know when to contribute at the right moments and when to politely tell her you needed to go. Her sister Catherine had been taken by The Hunter. I had seen that in the news as well and had mixed feelings about a serial kidnapper. Ever since I was young, I had a fantasy of being kidnapped and my captor doing whatever they wanted with me. In my fantasy, I would pretend to be tied up and pretend someone was touching my privates. Sometimes it was a man and sometimes a woman. Gender of my captor didn't matter. I'm bisexual. Anyway, back to the phone call. Caroline had just gotten a new alarm system so the police decided it wasn't necessary to have someone posted near the house anymore. She wanted me to stay with her the first night just in case.
Of course, The Hunter came for Caroline that very night. I heard the back door unlock and open as I lay in Catherine's bed, attempting to sleep. What was going on? Why didn't the alarm go off? Oh that's right I had turned it off when pizza came and forgot to turn it back on. Shit! I peaked out of the room just in time to see a dark figure too tall to be Caroline slink into her room. I thought about calling the police, but then wondered what if Caroline called another friend to be intimate. She did things like this all the time after all with other women. I decided to quietly follow just to make sure.
When I heard muffled moans from Caroline and vaguely saw the other person's pants look like a tent, it became perfectly clear. This was The Hunter. I knew Caroline would not have a man over to be intimate. My cell phone was still in Catherine's bedroom charging. I attempted to quickly and quietly get back to the bedroom without being noticed.
*thump*
Ow! Ow! Ow! I ran into the bookcase. Oh fuck that was loud, did he hear me? He had to have heard me! I ran out the front door and forgot about the screen door slamming. If he didn't hear the thump, then he definitely heard that! I ran to the side of the house where it was dark, hoping he wouldn't see me. It was fun to pretend to be kidnapped, but not fun when the danger was real. Someone kidnapping my friend wasn't fun either. I couldn't help but sob as reality sunk in. Caroline was taken. I couldn't do anything to stop it. Eventually, I gathered the courage to quietly enter the house and call the police. It was the most frightening moment of my life.
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