Billy

I should start by telling you about myself. My name is Billy Adams, 28 years old, and I am a serial rapist. I have been “doing it” for a number of years, and, so far, have not been caught.

How I became a rapist, I don’t know. I tell myself it is in my genes, but I guess that isn’t really true. I do it because I enjoy it. The look on the faces of the women as I fuck them.

The first was Donna. She was eighteen years old, and gorgeous, she lived in the next street to me, and often took walks in the park alone. I had approached her from behind, and, wearing a hood I had made myself, I had grabbed her, pulled her to the floor, and hit her hard in the stomach.

While she was breathless, I had managed to get my hand up her skirt and rip her knickers off. In seconds, I had her legs open, and my already hard cock was pressing against her pussy.

It was fast, not like making love, but even though she struggled, she could not get me off her, as I fucked her hard. I still don’t know for sure that the baby she had was mine, but its nice to think she doesn’t know either.

After Dona there were many others. Not on a regular basis that could be followed and connected. Louise  was six months later, and Mary five months.

I could still see their faces every time I looked through my album. Some people have photo albums. But mine has knickers in it. Every woman I have had, I have taken her torn knickers, and they are in my album.

I sometimes flick through it and remember different victims, and how they7 felt.

Only one have I raped twice. Julie. The first time was just after I started work, and caught her as she was in the dimly lit car park. She was blonde, nice body, and great cunt. The second time was in a dark street, I hadn’t planned it, but she was there, and I was actually stalking someone else, when Julie crossed my path. I knew I had to have her again.

My constant is to hit them hard in the stomach, and take their breath away. It had worked the first time, and it worked the second time just as well.

Once they are breathless, on the floor, they are easy to deal with.

But my current victim is going to be Corrine. I work with her, as a junior, and have admired her looks for months. She has dark hair cascading over her shoulders, stands erect, with tits that seem to defy gravity. She usually wears trousers, and often I have watched her arse as she walked past me, not even seeing me. Either she wore a g string, or no knickers at all, as I had never yet seen a panty line.

Corrine was not originally a target. Not until the day she asked me to go to her office and get some papers she needed. Her hand bag was on her desk, and looing through it, I spotted her keys.

Whether I knew what I was doing is open to debate. Maybe subconsciously, maybe deliberately, I lifted her keys, and during lunch, had a set cut for myself. It took a while to get the real ones back into her bag, but I did eventually do it, minus the fob key for the bottom door.

I guessed she would get a new fob, thinking she had simply lost hers. But this would give me access to her block of flats, and to her.

I took a flat in the block that overlooked hers, and bought a pair of binoculars. I watched her regularly. The binoculars allowed me a reasonable view, but not too clear. I could tell when she was naked, coming out of the shower, but I could see no detail.

I guess that is why I ditched the binoculars and got that telescope. Now I could almost count the pubic hairs as she often walked naked from the bathroom to the living room.

The idea was there, the ability was there, I only had to pick the right time.

I chose a Saturday night. From watching her, I knew she spent Saturday nighs home lone, and drank a quantity of vodka. Had I drank that much, I would be in a heap on the floor, but Corrine seemed able to handle it.

To be a successful rapist, you need to consider everything. One time I almost got caught. Emma. I had grabbed her in the park and was deep in her cunt when she opened her mouth to scream. We had heard footsteps close by. It took to fists to the face to keep her quiet until I sent my juices into her.

After that I decided I needed something to keep my victims quiet. For that reason I bought a replica gun, a 45.

My next two victims, Anne and Sally, made no noise as I fucked them, the gun pointing at their heads.

With Corrine I decided I would need the gun, and also would need night time.

It was a little after four in the morning when I let myself into her block of flats.

I saw no-one as I took the elevator to her floor, the keys to her flat burning a hole in my pocket.

Corrine was asleep as I let myself in. the flat was in darkness, but I had studied its layout through the telescope.

The bedroom was to the right, and, if she had done the same as normal, the bedroom door would be open in case she needed the toilet in the night.

I stood outside the bedroom doorway for a few seconds, making sure there was no reaction to my entry into the flat. All was silent. I looked around the bedroom door and could see the outline of her body under the thin sheet. I was hoping she was wearing knickers, as I wanted them for my collection afterwards.

Placing the hood over my head, and taking the bottle and cloth from my pocket, I doused the cloth with the chloroform. I knew she would struggle if she woke up too early, but it was a chance I had to take.

I crept into the bedroom, afraid of waking her before I reached her, but there was no movement, and her breathing was constant. I stood by the side of the bed, looking down at her. only a single sheet covered her, and this showed her body off well under it.

Lifting the cloth I made my move, covering her nose and mouth with it, so that nothing but the fumes of the chloroform could get into her body. As I suspected, she struggled, moving her head from side to side, but I held firm, not releasing my grip, until her frantic attempts became less frantic, and then stopped. Even when she had slumped, I waited, cloth still covering her. only when I was satisfied that she was unconscious, did I let the cloth fall away from her mouth, keeping it ready, in case she was playing possum.

Now I had a few minutes to get her ready before she awoke. By then, she could struggle all she wanted, it would do her no good.

My cock was already hard, and I wanted to take her there and then, but I had to discipline myself. A few more minutes, that’s all I had to wait.

Taking the four bits of rope I had in my pockets, I tied one to each of her wrists and ankles, working quickly in case she recovered. I pulled her arms up and wide, tying the loose end of the ropes to the legs of her bed,. Her arms were fully stretched. Thank God for king size beds. Minutes later, Corrine’s legs were also tied fully stretched, and wide open. Now, she was mine when I wanted her.

Before she woke up I took the sheet off her, and found she was, indeed, wearing knickers, flimsy lace things, that came away in my hands with a single tug on them. Obviously she as not expecting someone like me to pay her a visit.

I checked that the hood was in place, and then turned the lights on, so I could see her nakedness in all it’s glory. She was as magnificent as I thought she would be. Her tits pointed directly to the ceiling, the nipples topping the mountains of her breasts. The flat stomach moved down to the shaved area between her thighs. It was the first time I had seen a woman who shaved her pussy, but this just seemed to make her more interesting, as I could feel my cock getting harder, demanding I satisfy it.

The time was close, but I had to add one other thing. Pulling the gag from my pocket, I laid it across her chest. I had to make sure she was breathing properly before I gagged Corrine, if I gagged her now and she could not breathe through her nose, it would create severe problems for her. so the gag had to wait until she started to regain consciousness.

Meanwhile it was time for me to get naked. I intended to enjoy Corrine as naked as she was, instead of the rushed rapes I usually performed, when only my cock was naked. You don’t have time in a park to get stripped off. Its grab them, take the cock out, and fuck them. But I wanted that little bit more from Corrine. I wanted to be naked, and to enjoy the moment.

I don’t normally need any help, as my actions were always guaranteed to give me a hard on. But I wanted something more tonight. I really had the whole night and the next day, being weekend. So before I had left home I had taken a viagra pill, and had one more in my pocket. I had never used them before, but people I know had done so, and reported longer hard ons, quicker recovery periods, and more shagging. This is what I wanted right now.

I have to say at this point, the reason I don’t get normal girlfriends is because I am self conscious about my cock. The first girl I tried to fuck, shied away when she saw it. It was the end of a beautiful relationship, as she would not let me get near her with it. She offered to wank me, but that was not what I wanted. The problem was it’s size. Soft it was only about six inches, but hard and fully extended, it was more like nine. And although girls say they want a large cock, they tend to shy away when confronted with one.

Corrine was not going to shy away, and over the next twenty four hours, she would get used to it.

I had only ever fucked one virgin. It was only when I saw the blood on my cock that I realised she was a virgin. That was Carol. Not a bad shag, but she wanted to scream all the time. since then I tried to get people who had already been broken in.

I heard Corrine’s breathing change, and knew she was about to regain consciousness, so I had to act quickly. I checked she could breathe through her nose by covering her mouth, and seeing her still breathe ok, it was safe to gag her. I tore up one of her pillow cases and forced the stripes of cloth into her mouth, filling it as much as I could. The gaffa tape I used to hold it in place, was the final touch. Even if she screamed now, it would not disturb the neighbours, in fact, it probably wouldn’t sound at all. I would find out in a few minutes.

She was starting to waken, and I watched as, first, her ankles started to pull, then her wrists. I wanted her fully awake before I took her. I wanted her to know exactly what was happening to her.

I stroked my already hardened cock, making sure it was ready when I wanted it. It was. I had never felt this hard before. This may be due to the viagra, or simply because it was Corrine. I will never know. But as she started to struggle I positioned myself between her legs, waiting my moment,

When I was sure she was fully awake, though the gag hid any moans or screams. I decided it was time.

I held my cock in my hand and guided it to the entrance of her cunt. She must of known what was happening, as I saw her struggle in her bonds. But it would serve no purpose, as I pressed my hips forward, and the tip of my cock forced its way into her.

I wanted to speak, but that would have told her who I was. Instead I waited a few seconds, and then did what I do best. I rammed the whole of my cock deep into her cunt.

Her head shook from side to side, and I could see from her throat, she was trying to scream. But nothing was coming out. I felt my balls slam against her as I drove as deep into Corrine as I could.

I looked down and was surprised to see red on my cock. Surely she couldn’t be a virgin?

Her body moved from side to side, trying to force me off her, as I began to fuck her hard and deep. My cock seemed unusually harder than normal, and I know it was hurting her as I drove it all the way into her as hard as I could.

It was nice to see the panic and the fear in her eyes as I raped her. there is something about the hood that frightens women. And Corrine was no different as I felt the friction in her cunt. She was not getting turned on by this, and that turned me on even more.

She lifted her hips to try to throw me off, but at the same time I drove deep into her, my balls slamming against her. I saw her eyes at that moment, and the pain in them. Corrine was hurting. Maybe, just maybe, the redness had been because of the depth I had driven into her, but it could also have been that she was a virgin. I had never seen a male visitor ion her flat all the time I had watched her. until me, of course.

For over fifteen minutes I pounded my cock in and out of the wretched woman. And then I felt it. That warming feeling that tol me I was close. The shortness of my breath. I lifted her hips up, and drove as deep as I could inside her.

It was as if she knew I was about to fill her with my cum, as she tried even harder to buck me off, but with me holding her hips tight against me, she could do nothing as my cock began to jerk inside her.

A hot feeling of relief shook my whole body as I emptied my cock deep in her cunt. I had never worried about leaving my cum in my victims. I knew all about DNA, but the cops needed a sample from me before they could examine it. And that was not going to happen. I had never been a suspect, and I knew that even now I would not be. The hood made sure of that.

As my cock started to lose it’s hardness, I slowly pulled out of her, wiping it on her thighs as I did so. I really wanted to talk to her, tell her how much I had enjoyed the shag, but she would recognise my voice if I did so.

Sometimes, its even worse for a rape victim if, after I had finished, I told them how bad a hag they were. But I could not do that with Corrine.

I stood at the side of the bed and looked down at her. she was crying uncontrollably, pulling at her wrists and ankles in a vain attempt to get free. But the ropes would hold her firmly. I needed a drink, and left her alone in the bedroom as I went in search of one.

I had worn thin rubber gloves all the time since I had left home, so was not going to leave finger prints anywhere, as I searched for a drink of some kind. All I could find was half a bottle of vodka. Not my favourite drink, but right then it didn’t matter. Anything would have done.

I sipped the vodka slowly. I didn’t want to get drunk. I could do that later.

I looked at the clock on the wall. 3.30 am. There was still two full days of Corrine to enjoy. And I would make the most of it. This is one weekend she was never going to forget in a hurry.

I made my way back to the bedroom, glass in hand, and stood looking at my victim. Her body looked great in the light of the bedroom. Yep. I was going to enjoy Corrine. Many times.

End