Rapeman, an introduction
by The Misogynist (aka Jake Baker)

Somebody's living room: it's well after 3:00 am, and the peaceful
suburban neighborhood is virtually deserted. Inside the living room,
all the windows have been closed, and the only light is the pale glow
of the television, transforming the room into a montage of moving
shadows.

In the mail slot rests a letter (a bill from Time magazine for $17.11,
a 60% savings over the cover price) addressed to Miss Diana Sommers.
But the figure resting languidly on the couch is certainly not Miss
Diana Sommers. It is a man. His bronze skin gleams, shiny with drying
sweat, in the light of the screen. He's obviously been exerting
himself for some time. His calves are thick and muscular; his thighs
easily two feet in circumference, all muscle. His waist is tight and
his stomach ripples with muscles, smooth and virtually hairless. His
chest grows from his waist in a "V"; his upper body reasserts the
strength visible in his legs. His arms are like tree trunks, and his
hard scarred fists are leaden cudgels. Almost surprisingly, his neck
is supple, not muscle-bound; his lips are parted and smiling easily -
he's whistling to himself. His dark eyes reflect entirely the light of
the screen, like malevolent oil-slicks.

This is Rapeman, and he's been playing.

Miss Sommers, a 24 year old brunette college grad, lies in the next
room, barely breathing from the recent, sudden trauma. Her face is
coated with dried tears; her huge tits jiggle when she takes the
occasional raspy breath. Those milky white globes are swollen with
many bruises. Her pussy lips are also swollen, and her asshole has
been pried open by some horrible device and is dripping blood onto her
crumpled, white bed-sheets

She doesn't feel like it, but she's been a lucky girl; Rapeman was in
a rare tender mood today. Her hot-pink panties have been crammed into
her mouth and taped in place; the strip of tape which covered her eyes
has worked itself loose from her constant crying. From her ankles,
tight ropes lead down and are tied off at the other end to the legs of
the bed. Her hands are free, but hang limply, twitching occasionally.
Drool creeps down from the side of her mouth. Her big hazel eyes are
open, but stare blankly.

On the couch, Rapeman is massaging his cock. It's soft now, but still
large - it's current 4 inches will grow to 8 and a half when fully
erect, curved, uncircumcised, its purple tip throbbing with his racing
heart. Now it hangs limply. To Rapeman, it tingles a little - a
feeling which tells him he still has more to cum.

He's watching a video tape, one he'd accidentally left in his
camcorder after the last victim. It was the last two hours of an eight
hour session he had had with an unlucky, but incredibly busty, coed
cheerleader. The label on the tape was "Trixie" and "38-23-35" and
"112lbs" and "5'6"

Let's watch along with Rapeman as he relaxes after a long evening of
rape...

On the tape, the naked blond stands shivering in the spotlight; it's
obviously cold where she is because we can see her breath; the world
outside the circle of brilliance in which she stands is empty; her
eyes are terrified, the eyes of a deer slowly bleeding to death by a
careless gunshot. She's terrified - her clean white body shows some
signs of bruising and too rough 'play'. She's not completely naked -
she's wearing a pair of white tennis shoes with no socks and holding a
pair of pink and red happy pom-poms; she holds them shivering to her
chest.

Rapeman's voice is heard off-camera OK TRIXIE YOU FUCKING COLLEGE
BITCH, LOWER THOSE POMPOMS AND LETS SEE YOUR GORGIOUS TITS AGAIN OR
I'LL USE THIS AGAIN... From the side of the circle of light a shadowy
form moves; then, a metal rod enters the picture, electricity arcing
across the large metal studs at the end. The sound clarity is very
good, and we can hear both the hum of the cattle prod and the mewling
naked coed as she shuffles her feet away from the prod reflexively.
Slowly the pompoms fall, and we see the 19 year old's huge round tits.

Rapeman orders the cunt to dance and bop for him; she does so and her
tits wave back and forth violently. Rapeman uses the prod to poke her,
encouraging her to ever more frantic movements.

We laugh at what happens next. Rapeman makes the bitch on the tape in
Diana Sommers house bend over backward, stretching and doing an arch.
In this position her legs are spread and we see her gorgeous body
defined perfectly. Then evil Rapeman takes the cattle prod and rams it
into her cunt. We see and hear pussy flesh and hair sizzle and burn.
The bitch screams and collapses on the ground.

Over the next two hours, Rapeman beats, rapes, tortures, beats some
more, rapes a lot, and mutilates the beautiful girl. Then he kills
her, slowly painfully. We cheer him on the whole time...

The tape ends. Rapeman's prick is hard again. He saunters over to the
waste that is Diana Sommers and rapes her brutally again and again.
Then he beats her so she'll remember him and he leaves.

Diana is found 5 days later, still tied to her bed, almost dead from
abuse. And pregnant. The doctor's manage to keep her alive to term,
though her mind never recovers, and the stupid bitch dies in labor.
It's a baby girl. Rapeman is going to visit her, 10 years down the
line, and do to her what he did to her mother.

Fuck and kill his own daughter, because Rapeman doesn't care. To him,
all bitches are just fuck toys to use up quickly and kill. And he'll
never get caught. And he'll never stop.