Rape – His Story by AngelzDevil
[This is an adult [dark] fantasy only.
Read the other story, “Rape – Her Story”, and let me know what you think!
Several years ago, a casual chat friend asked me to write a Rape Story. Initially I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, and immediately gave up on the idea, frankly telling her so. Then later, thinking back to her demand, I decided to try and write a story from the perspective of the female; not to glorify rape, but maybe to show the inner strengths many women can, and do, possess. The chat friend was not impressed! Typical woman, lol, but I wrote that story anyway, as “Rape – Her Story”.
She told me bluntly that she wanted the man to be a total shit, and to write it from the point of degrading all women. Again, I refused. Again, she persisted. Inevitably, in some silly way of hoping I could impress this lady, I, in typical (dumb) man fashion, tried.
This is the result.
Truthfully, I am totally repulsed by my ‘villain’ (Peter George Herbert Walker [yes, in loving respect to our current ‘first family’, lol; as if, lol!]), but I am equally intrigued with; a) how far my own mind can think outside my ‘normal’ limits, and b) with how such criminal deviants might actually think. I have always been an avid reader, both of fiction, and non-fiction, and the following sleaze ball is an amalgamation of every degenerate low-life I have ever read about, sprinkled with lots of TV villains I have seen, melted together with my over active imagination. I hope, at the least, that I have created a realistic villain.
What started out as a challenge to provoke someone else, has now become a second challenge, to provoke myself; to see if I can actually transport myself into this evil mind. I won’t type ‘enjoy this story’ because, if I have done my job right, you should NEVER enjoy this story, but equally, if I have done my job completely right, you might actually BELIEVE this story. That is the only goal I seek!]
(Taken from a transcript of secret diaries, located during a random cell inspection, of Peter George Herbert Walker, verbatim, not edited – not censored.)
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Ah . . . Janine, why?
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Well I’d now been out of prison for a bit over two years, and no one around where I now lived knew of my past. Which is just the way I wanted it, let me tell you. Just fine and dandy, by me.
Did I have any regrets bout being in jail? Well, . . . let me think here for a minute . . . NOPE! That’s the truth. Wait a minute, yes, I did have two regrets . . . I should never got caught (but that was my fault, I guess, can’t blame any one else for that, can I? Can I?), and I lost fifteen years of my life over some loose-cunted slag who begged for it, yes she fucking did. Fifteen fucking precious years all because of a cunt!
And the right word is CUNT! Got it? Women are cunts! Cunts have cunts! Cunts need to be fucked! That is all a cunt is good for!
Hey, assholes, I am using my own words, got it? Don’t fucking tell me how to behave, you cunts! Fuck you if you are fucking pussy whipped, and prim and prudish. Fuck you for being “sheltered”, that’s not my worry, you just grow the fuck up.
So what was my crime? As far as I know I never committed no fucking crime, Never! (But of course, you knew I’d say that, huh? Well, fuck you!) Ok, ok, I was charged with rape, and a bit more . . . by a lying slut whore. It was ‘She’ who picked me up, ‘She’ asked for rough sex, ‘She’ bitched me out, cus I wasn’t rough enough for her, and then ‘She’ cried rape, when all I did was do what she wanted me to do for fuck sakes . . . Jesus!
After all it was her fucking idea I use the knife, wasn’t it? Geez, I gotta tell you, these dumb cunts don’t know what they want sometimes. It wasn’t like I suggested using the knife, but I will tell you, lol, it was a great idea . . . after she thought of it, hehe. Man, she squealed like a fucking pig when I cut her fucking nipple off, lol. Then you should have seen the look on her face when I pushed it deep up her dripping slack cunt, lol. You know, it was nearly worth all those lost years in jail, just for that one funny minute, lol, nearly! Oh, I’ll remember that look for ever, hahahaha.
After all, women are slime anyway, so where’s the fucking crime? Where the fuck was the crime, I fucking ask you? Well? All women are slutty, whorish cunts to be hurt and thrown away, anyway, aren’t they? I didn’t do nothing wrong, no sir!
I don’t feel no guilt at all, no sir! And never will, thank you very fucking much! Why should I, why the fuck should I? I’ve ‘paid my dues to society’, as they so quaintly put it. After all those years in that hell hole of a fucking prison, I was now, finally, a free man, free to do what I wanted. And what I wanted was revenge. I wanted to be ‘paid back’ for my losses, and I was fucking angry. And I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice, no sir! Revenge is my god given right! And . . . I have always thought that revenge served cold is the sweetest revenge possible.
My loving family thought I was ‘ill’ (what a fucking cute way to put it, lol. Talk about their denial!), and that I needed help. Bless them . . . fuck them! My dear family also though that by buying me this secluded property, and making me move out here to the middle of nowhere, that I’d deal with my ‘illness’ (as they still cutely put it), or at least I wouldn’t be tempted. Fools!
My family also didn’t want the shame of having a deviant child, and they also gave me a big bank roll, to keep me here (I do like being the son of a wealthy family, with a rich daddy, lol). Fuck my pussy family, but bless their kind, ignorant hearts, lol.
My family knew dick shit!
What my family didn’t know was that I didn’t want to be ‘cured’. I liked me just the way I was – just the way I am! My family also didn’t know that I learned well from that first time. The lesson I learned was an easy one:
“If the slut is left alive after I finish ‘playing’ with her, I might get caught!”
It was a quick and easy lesson to learn, and since learning that lesson, I got good, very good, at what I did. I also (thanks to my cutesy, caring fucking pussy family), had enough land to ‘dispose’ of the evidence, after my games. In their great wisdom they bought me a 500 acre ‘farm’ in the rural backwaters, perfect for my games, lol. (But I wasn’t about to share that titbit of information with them, no sir!) My precious family are fools, one and all, huh, lol? Yes sir, they are fucking dumb asses. For sure, for fucking sure!
I gotta tell you though, it took me a few months to work out how to attract sluts here, initially, but I soon found I didn’t need too worry too much about that. Opportunity always knocks, if you know where to look. Living close to a major interstate highway, gave me plenty of chances to find play toys. I discreetly trawled the public toilets, and rest stops, within a 30-60 mile radius, and about once a month, found some dumb fool asking for it! Some stupid whore, driving alone, late at night, desperate to pee, looking around frightened, then darting into the pisser, for quick relief. Well I gave them relief, lol, but slowly, very fucking slowly, and it was MY relief I gave them, fuck them all!