Perverts 'R' Us

Serial Rapist's Victims

By Sexulot ( rape, M+/b Mm/b, anal )

I never figured I would get caught, but that's what they all say when they're finally caught. Well, except me. I confessed to everything I had ever done, always saying it was entrapment or some bullshit like that. Hell, I had raped and killed over 150 kids and adults. Instead of confessing the truth - what's that old saying? "The truth shall set you free!" Then what the fuck am I on Death Row for? (I laugh) Maybe if you believe in God (I pause)… God there is no God. (Pauses) Would a God let me do what I did? (Pauses) I'll tell you some of what I did, and then you'll agree that there's no God! (I yelled and the doc just looked at me).

"So, you killed over 150. Can you remember any of the people you killed?" I looked at the Doc. "Well, can you? Do you remember anything about them?" the Doc said. "Do you remember their names? Did you even know their names or them?" The Doc starts yelling. "I think you're taking credit for things you didn't do." That made me Laugh. "You think I'm being funny, that this is all a joke?" the Doc yells. I laugh and shake my head.

"Listen up, you fucking quack," I yelled back at him. "I don't remember all of them! There were so many…" I said with an evil grin. "I remember things about a lot of them," I said quietly and paused. "I remember some names. Others I never asked!" I shrugged. "I knew some of them and some I didn't" I said, smiling. The Doc wrote some things down.

"So, why did you do it?" the Doc asked. "Why kill so many? Why kill children?" the Doc asked as she took a deep breath. "Did you have sex with all of your victims?" the Doc asked. I looked at her and shook my head.

"Why did I do it? Because I could" I said with a smile. "Why kill so many? After the first ten, you lose count. Why kill children? Why not? Is there a law against it?" I laughed. "Yes, I had sex with them all - alive and sometimes dead." I put emphasis on "dead", and the Doc just looked at me.

"Why have sex with children? Were you always into having sex with children?" she asked. "Did you enjoy having sex with dead people?" she asked. "You're a sick bastard!" she yelled. I just smiled.

"Because there's nothing like fucking a child," I say, long and slowly. "Teens are OK, preteens are fun," I said with a smile, "but little kids are the best." I said, licking my lips. "Yes I always thought of having sex with kids, so I guess I'm a pedo." I said, looking at the Doc. "I may be sick for what I did," I smiled, "but what of you? You're getting turned on by this." I said with wide grin.

"Don't even try to put me in the same category as you!" she yelled. "I don't fu... have sex with children, then kill them!" she screamed.

I laughed "Oh that's Rich," I said.

"You're just another abuse…" I cut her off.

"I was never abused! I don't hate women, men, or kids!" I said. I never said you were in the same category as me" I said, leaning forward. "I said you were turned on. I can smell.....IT!" I said, licking my lips. "And you, you can't even say what it is!" I smirked at her. "I fucked them. I fucked them all… live and dead." I said proudly.

"You're sick!" she says slowly.

"I think we established that" I laughed.

"So you like dead people?" she said.

"Only the ones I kill..." I said slowly. "They're fresher that way. And before you ask another stupid question," I smile, "I fuck dead people because they feel good, and I do children because there's nothing like ramming your cock up some little cunt's pussy, popping that cherry, and then taking that cherry in their ass!" I yelled. "Boys I only get their ass cherry," I said. "So we going to chat all night about why I do this and why I do that?" I said sarcastically.

"No, we're just wondering why you did it. But if you can remember, who was your first Victim?" she asked.

"I do it because I like it." I said. "Oh, I remember my first! You always remember your first." I said, smiling.

"It was 1970. I was 16 and looked 20 and well, well… was hung." I laughed. "9 inches is damn good for that age," I smiled. "I had been watching…" The Doc looked at me. "…stalking this kid. Clyde Stevens, that was his name" I smiled. "He was a beautiful boy. I used to beat off thinking about him, and he was only 6. He had such fair skin, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes." I said, almost erotically. "I had been stalking him for two months. I knew what park he went to, who took him, when he left, hell I knew what he ate for dinner!" I laughed.

"Go on," the Doc said.

"I waited 'til the time was right, then I nabbed him and took him to the next state. He was crying and howling. 'Shut up!' I yelled as I smacked him in the face. After about three hits, he shut up. I drove to a rest area. It was real late - 1:00am or 2:00am. I woke him up by removing him from my car. 'Yawn! Yawn!' he yawned." I said, staring off into nothingness. "I took him up into the woods. 'Make one sound and you're dead,' I told him, then showed him the gun I had. The fear that was in his eyes, but I didn't care. 'Take off all your clothes.' I told him. He looked at me. When I placed the gun to his head, he stripped naked." I said.

"Then I pulled down my pants. I thought he was going to shit himself when he saw my cock. 'What are you going to do to me?' he asked me. I laughed at him. I took his cock and fondled it. 'I'm going to fuck you,' I told him with a smile. He started to crawl away, but I grabbed him and put the gun in his mouth." I said. "I keep the gun pointed at him, then I slide down and took his cock in my mouth. I was in heaven! I sucked him. He was maybe 4 inches hard." I smiled. "So I could take all of his cock and balls in my mouth." I said. "He never said a word. I licked and sucked him, my tongue played with his little balls. He squirmed a little, then I worked my tongue on the head of his dick while I still sucked him." I said.

"'Mmm' he moaned really low. I put the gun down and lift his bottom half off the ground and sucked him. He moaned again and I keep it up. 'Mommy! Mommy!' he yelled out loud as his little body tensed, then he rewarded me with his little-boy's milk. I drank it all down." I said with a smile. "Then I slapped him. 'I told you, no noise' I said angrily as I licked his cum from my lips."

"'I'm sorry' he says really low. 'I'm going to turn your shit hole into a man-pussy.' I said to him. I cocked the gun and laid there, then lifted and spread his legs. His little hole was looking right at me." I said. "He had covered his face with his arms. I don't know if it was so he would not have to look at me, or because he didn't want to see me fuck him." I said. "I jammed my cock in his ass. At first, only my head went in. I spread his legs further apart. He had bit down on his arm." I said.

"I pushed more, and more of my cock went in his ass, and I pushed more and harder. Soon half of my cock was up his ass. He keep biting down on his arm with each push." I said. "I got almost all my cock in him when I could go no further. He was so tight. So I moved it back and forth some, then pulled it all most all the way out and slammed it back in with all my might." I said. "He bit down on his arm. It was bleeding. My cock hit that spot, then kept going and he stiffened up like a board. But my cock broke through. I popped his ass-cherry. I pulled out and slammed it back in. I did this several times, each time he would bite down on his arm." I said. "Then I started fucking him faster. My balls would slap his with each thrust." I smiled. "By this time, he just laid there, staring out at nothing. As I fucked him he made no sound." I said. "I let out a moan and filled his man-pussy with my wad. Shot after shot of hot man-milk filled his bowels." I said. "I emptied my balls in him."

"Then I pulled out and dropped his legs. He closed his legs." I said. "I then grabbed his hair. 'Suck, bitch' I order. He opened his mouth and I stuck my cock in it. I say he sucked me clean, his ass juice, my cum, and I know there had to be blood on my cock. He sucked it clean." I said. "Then I fucked his mouth, shoving my cock deep down his throat. 'Gagha' he choked. Then I did it again, each time he choked." I said. "After about four times, he no longer choked, and soon I had all 9 inches down there, and he keep sucking like I told, and he keep staring into nothingness." I said. "I don't know if it helped him block out what was happening or not. Hell, I didn't care." I smiled. "I then hand him his clothes. 'Get dressed' I told him. He did and never said anything. I took him in the restroom." I said. The Doc looked at me and started to say something. "I cleaned his bite mark up and wrapped with some paper towels. I had some bandages in the car. I wrapped his wound up, and we drove away." I said.

"You Monster! You Monster!" the Doc yelled. I just smiled at her. "What you did to that boy is unforgiving. I hope you burn in HELL!" the Doc yelled.

"Don't believe in that either" I laughed.

"Why? Why? And don't feed me that shit, 'cause you could'" the Doc said as a little tear ran down her face.

"I did it because I wanted to fuck him! I wanted to hurt him! I wanted to make him my man-pussy! And I did!" I yelled, now looking at the Doc and not into nothingness. She just looked at me and shook her head.

"I drove to a truck stop. You know, one that has rooms, and got a room. I took the Ki…" I started to say, then stopped. "…Clyde into the restaurant and we ate. He didn't lose his appetite, that's for sure." I laughed.

"What?" the Doc asked.

"His appetite. He had a big cheeseburger with fries and two chocolate shakes. Though he never spoke, I asked him what he wanted and he pointed. I told the waitress he was very shy." I laughed. "We ate and went to our room. I left him there and went back outside and down by the trucks I found… well, we'll call him Luther." I said. "he was a big black guy, heavy-set." I said. "'Excuse me' I say. He turns, 'What's you want' he said. 'I saw you watching me and my son' I say. He looks at me. 'So what? Ain't no law against it' he says as he starts to get in his truck. 'No, but I notice you were looking at him' I say. This stopped the man. He turns, 'So? Ain't no law against looking at boys.' he said. I took my change here. Literally this dude could've ripped me in half." I laughed, and the Doc just listened. "'Do you like my son?' I asked him. 'Yeah, I like little white boys' he says and shoves me away. 'You can fuck him' I say. He looks at me 'What?' he asks. 'You can fuck him. I know you want to.' He looks at me then slams me against his truck and pats me down. 'How much?' he asks. '$100 to fuck his man-pussy' I say. 'You've been fucking him?' he asks. 'Yes' I say with a smile." I said.

"'$100, how old is he?' he asks me. '6' I say. 'Deal' he says. I take him up to my room, look at Clyde, 'Undress' I say. He does as he is told. Luther pulls out his cock, it had to be 15 inches long and thick. 'Come here, boy' Luther says. I look at Clyde. He does as he is told. 'Suck me, boy' Luther says. Clyde starts sucking him. Clyde can get 9 inches down his throat, but that's all. Luther was pleased. 'I know how big you are' Luther says as Clyde keeps sucking him. Soon Luther blew his wad down Clyde's throat." I said. "Then Luther made Clyde jack him off." I said.

"Oh god you pimped him out? You turned him into a whore?" the Doc cried. "What kind of sick are you?" she asked.

"The fun's just starting" I said.

"After Luther was hard again, he just flipped Clyde over and rammed that big cock up Clyde's ass. He got stopped with 9 inches in there. He pulled back and rammed Clyde again and all 15 inches went right up. Clyde opened his mouth, but nothing came out." I said. "Luther fucked him hard and slow, each thrust 15 inches buried in Clyde's ass. He never said a word. Luther lasted a half an hour, fucking Clyde, and all the time Clyde never said a thing. 'GOD YES' Luther moaned as he filled Clyde's ass with his man-milk. When he finally pulled that tool from Clyde's ass he rolled onto the bed. 'Damn that was good. I love little white boys' Luther moaned. Then he let out another moan as Clyde was licking Luther's cock. He got the bottom part cleaned, and in the room I could plainly see Clyde's ass Juice, Luther's cum, and Clyde's blood on Luther's cock, then Clyde finished Luther by sucking him clean." I said. "'Damn, he cleans up after himself' Luter laughs."

"Oh god, what did you do to that boy?" the Doc asked. I could see her squirming in her seat.

"I made him my slave. He did as he was asked." I smiled. "Luther was still horny. 'Can he fuck?' Luther asks. I shake my head no. 'I would have paid another $100 for him to fuck me' Luther says. We can try. I look at Clyde, 'you know what he wants?' Clyde nods his head. He gets behind Luther and puts his little cock in his ass. 'Damn, he's too small' Luther says. 'I can do you for $50.' Luther thinks 'OK' he says. Clyde moves and I start fucking Luther. I look at Clyde. 'Suck.' Clyde gets under Luther and starts sucking while I'm fucking Luther in the ass. After about 10 minutes of this, Luther moans and feeds Clyde more man-milk and I blow my wad up Luther's ass. When I pull out, Luther gets up, puts his cock away, hands me $200, and leaves. As he's leaving, I tell Clyde 'What do you say?' 'Thank you' Clyde says in a low voice. Luther smiles and leaves." I say. The Doc has her eyes closed and she is crying.

"We went to bed. The next morning I had Clyde suck me off and I fucked him before breakfast, we then left the truck stop." I said. "I drove to a remote area. We got out of the car, I told Clyde 'suck.' He dropped to his knees, pulled out my cock and sucked it." I said. 'After your fuck I'll leave you here. Someone will find you' I say. He doesn't say anything. He keeps sucking me, soon I was feeding him my man-milk. When he let my deflated cock go, I looked at him. 'When I'm hard again I'll fuck you then go' I say. Clyde starts licking and stroking my cock 'You want fucked?' I laugh. Clyde looks up and in a low voice. 'Yes' Clyde says as he starts shaking. I noticed he is quite pale. As I pull him up I grab his ass. His pants are wet. "Pull down your pants" I say. He does, there's blood everywhere. Clyde screams in pain and drops to the ground. He curls up in a fetal position and moans in pain." I said.

"You...you... ripped something in him. Oh God!" the Doc screamed and started crying. I sit there and think back to that day.

"Every so often his man-pussy would open and a gush of blood would come out. He was in so much pain. I picked him up and carried him over to a grove of black walnut trees. I laid him down. I laid down in front of him. He started to go for my cock. Tears were running down his face. I stopped him, pulled him close to me and kissed him, a passionate kiss. I wiped his tears away, took out the gun," I said as it was all coming back, not just parts.

"'I...I… I'm so sorry' I cried as I kissed him one last time, pressed his face into my shoulder, raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. As his little lifeless body slumped I laid him off to the side." I said with tears running down my face. "I went into town, bought a shovel, and came back. I buried him beneath one of the black walnut trees" I said with my head hanging down.

"Where at!? Which One?" she yelled. I looked up at her and she saw the tears and stared at me.

"It's a grove off of Route 33 near…" I told her the town. "There's a tree that has a carving that says, 'I'M SORRY C.S. 1970'" I said with a pause. My eyes got big and I looked like I saw a ghost. OK, so I was flipping out, I saw Clyde Stevens. "MAY GOD FORGIVE ME" I said. Clyde was still there as he came near me. I can't say anything. I was told it was like I was looking through the Doc. Clyde stopped. "I forgive you, brother" Clyde said as he vanished.

"Are you OK, Hank?" the Doc asked.

"I want to use my real name when I die" I said.

"Sure, what is it, Hank?" the Doc asked.

"John Mitchell......" I said with a pause. "…STEAVENSON" I screamed.

"Steavenson!" the Doc yelled. "No! No!" she yelled.

"Yes, I killed my brother after I had raped and abused him." I say, shaking. The Doc calls for the guards, and they come in with a preacher.

"His name is John Mitchell Steavenson. That's what he is to die under." she said. "His first Victim was Clyde Steavenson." she said.

"Clyde William Steavenson." I cried.

"God will forgive you, son." the preacher said.

"I don't deserve it. Get out of my FUCKING FACE. TAKE ME TO MY CELL!" I screamed and the guard took me away.