Tonight was the night. I was hiding in the shadows of a garage next to Carol’s house, waiting till I was sure she was sound asleep before I entered. I had my kit with me in a backpack, and had been playing with my cock, edging myself as I thought about how much fun I was going to have with her. I was here to rape her, and had been planning it for over a month. I first saw her at the store where she worked, and was taken with her beautiful face and smooth, creamy white skin and curly dark brown hair. But the most interesting thing about her was revealed when she got off her stool and came around the counter. Carol was a midget, not four foot tall! She was a little thick in the hips and legs as was to be expected, but she had a very pretty face and a nice, more than ample set of tits. I wanted to have her as soon as I saw her. She seemed a bit reserved, even shy and that just made me want to force myself on her even more. I began making plans that day, and followed her home a couple evenings later. She lived alone in a small neat rambler on the edge of town, and from my stake outs, she didn’t seem to have much of a social life. She was only in her early twenties, might even still be a virgin, but I doubted it when I looked at her face and chest. She was a perfect target, and I began to finalize my plans, picking a Saturday night two weeks ahead so I could spend a whole night with her. A whole night to humiliate and abuse her, break her spirit and fuck her like she had never been fucked, in every hole and from any position I felt like.
A bit about myself. I am in my mid twenties, a bit over six foot and almost two hundred pounds. I have been targeting one or two people a year since I was nineteen or so, and have never been caught. I know it is wrong, but I can’t stop myself, so I limit it to once or twice a year, and pick targets that attract me in some way I can’t describe, other than maybe a vulnerability or aloofness that I find challenging. I enjoy regular sex, and have tried hiring prostitutes to play the part, but it wasn’t the same, not even close. I swear, when I am pounding my 8 incher up their ass or down their throats and they finally give in and stop struggling, just surrender and lay there helpless and humiliated while I mount them, that is the purest form of sexual release you can experience. I can shoot load after load into them, then get hard again in a matter of minutes and take them again! I won’t stop until I’m stopped. I can’t.
So here I was waiting until her lights and those of her neighbors had been out for awhile and I was sure she was asleep. Then I picked up my backpack and quietly made my way to her garage side door, which I had already forced a few days before. From there I went into the adjoining house door which she left unlocked, and listened. All quiet so far. I slowly made my way to her bedroom, taking several minutes, making sure I made no sound, and listening for her to awaken. She didn’t, and I was finally at the bedroom door, looking in on her as she slept on her stomach with her head turned away from me. Her breathing was deep and steady as I approached with my handcuffs in one hand and my stun gun in the other. I slowly clicked the cuffs on one arm then carefully lifted it across her back towards the other arm. She was just waking up and lifted her head off the pillow as I snapped on the other cuff, and started to say something when I jumped on top of her, pinning her with my weight and grabbing her hair to force her face into the pillow. This stifled her screams and also cut off her air flow and she went into panic mode, twisting franticly under me, but she wasn’t going anywhere with me on top of her. I could feel her struggles reach a climax and then quickly slow as she was running out of oxygen. When I figured she was passing out, I got up and grabbed my backpack and removed a ball gag which I put in her mouth and clipped behind her head, then a sleeping mask that I used as a blindfold and put that on her too. Last was a short rope with a loop and slip knot on each end that I put on her ankles and pulled snug. Now I could take the time to appreciate my prize, and I stood back to take a good look. She was wearing a tee shirt and panties, and I pulled the shirt up over her ass to get a better look, squeezing her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and kneading them like bread dough. This set off a new round of muffled cries and I grabbed her hair and pulled back on her head, putting my mouth up to her ear and said “If you make any noise or don’t do what I say, when I say, I will use this on you!”, and pulled the trigger on the stun gun while holding it by her ear.