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 Interview with A Rapist - Part 2 by Mister Larsen (sleazypervert@yahoo.com)
Codes: M/F, Rape, Viol
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   This is entirely a work of fiction and none of the people or events
which take place in this story are true to the best of my knowledge.  I do
not condone the situations which take place in this story to happen in real
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years of age, delete this file immediately.  This story is NSFW.  I allow
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   Interview with a Rapist Part 2: Six Months Later
   Monica had a hard time working on her book about notorious serial
rapists, but not until she came to the chapter about Dane Harris. 
Everytime she tried writing about what they'd discussed during the
interview, she became frightened and had a sense of writer's block.  She
really needed to get her book ready to publish and she kept stalling the
publisher, who was none too pleased.
   She decided to go out with her long time friend Kelly Jameson who only
lived 20 minutes away.  She asked Kelly if she wanted to go have some
dinner and Kelly jumped at the chance.  She hadn't seen her friend in so
long, so this appeared to be a rare opportunity.
   They met at a new restaurant in town called Nine, which had gotten a lot
of good reviews since it opened.  They chatted about this and that for a
while, but then Kelly brought up a subject that Monica wasn't expecting to
hear...  "Oh!  I almost forgot to tell you...did you hear?" Kelly looked at
Monica inquisitively.
   Monica stared blankly at her friend..."About...?"
   "That guy...that Harris guy you interviewed a while back."
   Monica felt a chill run down her spine and she asked nervously, "What
about him?"
   "He apparently attacked a night guard at that place he's been locked up
at, changed into the guard's uniform and left!  He left the guard knocked
out in his cell and no one found him until the morning." Kelly said in an
enthusiastic and revealing manner.
   "Wait...what?  So they don't know where he is?  He...he's on the loose?"
Monica felt sick to her stomach and she took a large swig of the Merlot
they'd been drinking while waiting for their dinner.
   "No...can you believe it?  They've got people searching for him, but so
far no luck."
   Monica felt her neck begin to tense up and she looked around and out the
windows of the restaurant as though she was going to see Dane Harris
standing there staring at her, but there wasn't any activity going on
outside except for passersby.  "Kelly, I really wish you hadn't told me
that."
   Kelly felt bad and didn't mean to freak Monica out.  "Oh hun I'm so
sorry.  I didn't want to scare you, but I thought you might want to know
since you interviewed the guy and all."
   "It's okay.  He just gives me the creeps." Monica shook her head in
angst.  "I know, me too." Kelly agreed.
   "Well, I'm sure he's more worried about staying out of sight.  He's
probably all the way to Mexico or something by now." Monica said,
wishfully. "Yeah, I'm sure you're right.  He can cause mayhem down there or
wherever, but I'm sure it's far from here." Kelly nodded and tried to sound
confident in what she was saying to ease her friend's mind.
   Monica picked through her dinner once it reached the table and Kelly's
appetite wasn't so good at this point.  They ended up changing the subject
as best they could, but Monica's mind drifted to the interview with Dane
Harris only months before.
   After dinner, the two friends went their separate ways.  Monica wanted
to beg Kelly to let her stay at her place for the night, but she knew she
had to be a big girl and not be spooked out by big bad monsters that were
probably never going to jump out at her.  Tomorrow would be a new day and
things would be fine.  They'd catch Dane Harris and have him back in
custody soon enough.
   Monica made her way home driving down the dismal road and she realized
she needed to stop for gas.  Shit.  She really just wanted to get home and
go to sleep, but there was no avoiding it.  Her tank was nearly empty.
   She pulled into the old gas station and waited for the attendant to come
out to fill the tank.  While she waited, she checked her emails on her
SmartPhone.  She could see the attendant walking toward her car out of the
corner of her eye.  She put her phone back into her purse and looked over.
   The attendant stood there and then leaned down to look into her window.
But he was no attendant...it was Dane Harris looking into her car, smiling
at her.  She gasped in horror and backed away as much as she could into her
car.  She could see now in the distance inside the gas station office what
appeared to be the attendant knocked unconscious, or possibly dead.
   "Hello darlin.  I knew you'd stop here tonight.  Didn't you think it odd
that your tank was almost empty?" he asked cockily, insinuating that he
syphoned the gas from her tank.  "How was dinner with your friend?"
   Monica looked at him feeling paralyzed not knowing what to do.  She felt
her heart race and she began to perspire and her breathing became heavier.
"I.....what...."
   "Now there may not be a whole lot of time right here, " Dane continued.
He was not in a guard's uniform, but what looked like a dark blue jumpsuit
that he must have found in the garage of the service station, "So I suggest
moving your ass over." He then opened the driver's side door and nudged her
over and got in.  He started the car and pressed the door lock button.
   "Please!" Monica begged, "Please don't do this!"
   "Shit woman, you mean you're surprised to see me?  I told you I wanted
you and have you I shall." Dane then peeled out of the gas station leaving
a trail of dust in the air and he headed toward the highway.
   Monica sat there silent, wishing she new what to do.  She was locked in
her own car with this serial rapist who was probably about to rip her to
shreds.  She staretd crying.
   "Shut the fuck up whore.  " he ten ordered and he unzipped the jumpsuit
down to his crotch.  He had a white t-shirt on underneath and a pair of
briefs and he reached into them and pulled out his very large prick.  It
was getting hard already and he grabbed the back of Monica's head and
pushed it down forcefully toward his cock.  "Open up or I'll snap your
neck."
   Monica tried to resist, but he was much too strong for her and his cock
forced its way into her mouth, stretching out her lips and causing the
corners to bleed a little from the wide width of it.  She tried to scream,
but what good would it do anyway?  This monster wasn't wasting anytime
using her like a dirty fucktoy.  He pushed her head down and jammed his
cock into her mouth and down into her throat.  She started gagging and her
eyes were watering, but that only charged him up more.  "Oh yeah bitch,
give Daddy head." Monica was mumbling muffled sounds into his crotch. 
"What's that whore?  Can't understand a word you're saying" he said,
enjoying the feeling after such a long time of forcing a woman to do what
he wanted in the way he liked best.
   He rocked his hips and fucked her mouth and throat and he barely let her
up for air.  The feeling of her throat closing around his big, thick pole
everytime she gagged felt so good and her resistance made him do it even
more.  He was impressed with his own ability to rape her mouth and throat
while driving down the dark highway without swerving.
   "Fuck bitch, I'm gonna pop a load down that whore throat of yours". 
Monica tried pushing herself up, but it was no use and she felt his cock
expand even more and then explode, releasing thick streams of his seed down
her throat..."FUUUUUUUCK WHORE!  UGH UGH UGH UGH!!!" he yelled in ecstasy
as he emptied his balls into her unwillling mouth and throat.  Monica was
mortified and her nightmare was coming true.  She knew this was only the
beginning of what he had planned for her.  She had no idea where he was
taking her and she was freaking out.
   Once he released her to sit up again, she began screaming and squirming
in the passenger seat.  He wasn't going to deal with that shit, so he
backhanded her hard so she was knocked unconscious.  He needed to get her
to the destination without any hassle.  He felt the relief of finally
cumming in a manner that he'd become accustomed to during his years of
frequent rape of his victims.  He looked over at Monica slouched into the
passenger seat unconscious and he grinned.
   "Oh darlin, you don't have any idea what's in store for you.  It's gonna
be fun.  It's gonna be a lot of fun." Dane chuckled and he continued on
into the dark night.
   To be continued....  
  
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