Even tho this story is based on my own nightmares/and fantasies, I do not condone or avocate the actions or attitude of the Male character in this story....

This is a work of fiction.....the narrator of this story does not exist he is partially a figment of this woman's fevered imagination, and paritally a composite of some of my e-mail fans, including some of the fantasies they have sent me.

# The Rapist's Mind: Story 5

## By Imma Scared

Excuse me, while I repeat myself here...... If you read my last four "stories", just skip on down a few lines...

I've just recently "discovered" newsgroups, and I gotta tell you, as if you didn't know there's a hell of crap being spewed out there.

I'm not talking the shit webbies call "spam". I mean it aint surprising that every jerk-off out there is trying to make a buck by getting some poor sucker to go visit it their stupid web sites.

I'm talking about some of the stupid "discussions" people have. I mean I discover this newsgroup called talk.rape, and I look in at, expecting to find some kindred souls, some real men talking about my favorite subject.But what do I find?

A bunch of whining women and pussy-whupped so-called men talkin, and complaining about how terrible rape is! There is an even this ongoing stupid discussion about "Why men rape!" Sheesh, like that's hard to figure out! I mean if they really want to know, they should just ask a real man, a man like me.

Me, I love raping some bitch more than anything. I love sticking it to them. Ramming my thick hard, thick 12 inch cock into some unwilling ass and pussy is the greatest thing in the world. It isn't so much the sex, or even the way my cock feels, pulsing like it's going to explode deep in some dumb cunt's pussy, good as that is; it's also the power, the domination, the forcing of myself into the bitch's body, the violation of something so intimate to them that makes it worthwhile.

To grab some bitch, drag her off where no one could hear her screams, then while she knew exactly what he was doing, tear off her clothes and rape her, should be a rite of passage for every man.

And I tell you women really do tend to want to give me a wide berth, even when I am on my best behavior. I'm an ugly fucker, coarse black hair covering my huge 6'7 300 pound body makes me look more like a gorilla than a man. And of course I've been told I got a face that will turn milk sour. Though there are a few women who seem to love evil fuckers like me....

Sometimes I plan a rape real well, like a general planning a military campaign. Sometimes I see a woman, and I just get horny plain and simple......than any woman, pretty or homely , young or old, will do.....

I tell you, if you are a guy, and if you haven't raped a woman, you really have no idea what you are missing. Well, I won't tell you what to do, but maybe if I tell you of some of my exploits.......

## The Rapist's Mind:
Story 5 Rapist's for Hire

Before I get into the story, I want to answer one question I've been asked by some of my "loyal" followers: "how can one rape as many women as you have, and not get caught?"

Well I could boast and brag, but instead, let me quote something to you from a paper on "serial rapists" I read posted on the internet:

> "By definition, the serial rapist is a successful criminal because law enforcement fails to connect his crimes, fails to understand his motives, and subsequently fails to identify and apprehend him. It has been demonstrated that the serial rapist, as a career sex offender, develops over time any number of means for keeping his identity unknown, and evading detection by law enforcement. The serial rapist knows how to position himself for rape activity, engage in rape activity, and continue to rape successfully, without any concern that law enforcement will understand, identify, and apprehend him. This is because his fantasy motive is a personal dynamic, and because his MO is progressively flexible."

Personally, I was shocked, amused, and honored to see such a description of myself!!! I also believe that deep in the hearts of many male member of the law enforcement 'class" is the knowledge that men like myself are simply excersising our god-given rights. I certainly know enough lawyers, cops, "correctional officers", and even judges who have helped me in my pursuit if pleasure.

In fact, it was a judge who in a small town who helped launched me on one of my side-line occupations as a "Rapist for Hire.

I had been caught in a speed trap just outside of this small town, and not having the cash on me to pay the ridiculous fine, was forced to sit in the town jail while they ran a background check on me. I wasn't too worried, i knew there were no warrant ouT on me, and thanks to a lot of firends I had no convictions that would show up. After I made my one phone call, I'd be on my way in no time.

Well, I was hauled out of my cell sooner than I thought, and brought to the home of the judge who apparently used his den as his "chambers".

"Sit down, son", the old coot said as son I entered. "Tom, aint no need for those cuffs in here. This man strikes me as a gentleman." As the Sherrif removed my cuffs, the judge says. "Son, are you a proud White man?"

I looked at him, not sure of where he was going. Now I'm not really a racists, I don't hate niggers or spics, or chinks, or any of the mud races. Quite frankly, tho I love raping all kinds of women, I prefer preying on mud women, cause they are less likely to be the cause for grief for me later on. But I felt it was politic to nod my head.

"Good, son. I thought you might be. And I'm hoping you might be willing to help me." I noddded again, as he went on.

I've made it my life's work to keep this town clean and free of nigger scum. Did a pretty good till just about a month ago! One of our own boys here brought back a nigger wench and her family of pica-ninnies to live with him!" I tried to look shocked, but quie frankly, I didn't see what the problem was. But my face must have had the right expression, because the judge just smiled at me.

"Now I don't want none of those Klan boys, or those arayan nation folks messing in with this, 'cause that would put a spotlight on this town, and stir things up, and disturb the lives of some pretty decent folk." I still wasn't sure where he was going, but I had an idea and I was smling broadly.

"A little quiet terror could drive that nigger bitch right outta town, " he continued. "And the sherrif tells me you been arrested a pack of times for rape, but never convicted. Can I assume you aint been convicted is because them so-called victims was niggers?"

"Yes sir", I said. I was certain now where the old coot was going, and I liked the direction! "I happen to think that's what females nigger are made for, to satisy thos baser sexual urges that no decent White woman dhould gave to put up with." I had read enough White supremacist stuff to know that last bit was what the old coot wanted to hear.

"Well, son, I have an offer to make you that will let you satisfy your urges, put some money in your pocket, and do the good god-fearing white folks of this town, hell this county, a service."

Well it didn't take long for me and the old coot to stikr a deal. Right then and there he hands me $1000 and says I'll get 10 times that much the day the nigger and her kids have left town. What the old coot didn't know, and I wasn't going to tell, was that I would have done the jon for free.

Rape as a public service!!!! It was too much!!!! I couldn't have asked for a better situation. And I was going to be paid for it too!

Anyway, I told the old coot that it would take a week or two for me to the job in such a way as to put the most fear and terror into the bitch. A simple "snatch-grab-rape" would not be enough. I had to break her spirit, crush her soul.

He wasn't too thrilled, but he said, "Son, my gut tells me to trust you on this and I will. Just don't let me down!"

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It took a little less than two weeks for me to figure out the nigger's schedule, that of her kids, and the white man she lived with.

At 8:00 am the "hubby" left, and wouldn't return until 6:30 pm.. At 8:30 am the kiddes were picked by the little yellow school bus, and wouldn't be home till after 3:00 pm. At about noon or so, the nigger went upstairs and took a nap. So I set the time for the festivities to begin at 1:20pm.

It felt strange to enter her home in broad daylight, knowing that if all went well in just a few minutes I'd be carrying her down, naked and bound to my van. I thought that if there was a heaven, this was about as close as I was ever going to get. Excercising my rights without fear, in fact with the explicit approval of the powers that be.

I entered the house quietly. I had a vision for how I wanted things to go, and I didm't want to spoil it by waking my "prize".

I carefully entered the bed, and from her breathing, I could tell she was sleeping soundly. Quickly I pulled out my duct-tape from my little "rape kit", cut a strip, and carefully, almost gently covered her eyes. She stirred, but didn't wake up. I cut another strip, and covered her mouth, and then she did wake up.

Before she could really move, I was on top of her, my full weight crushing her into the mattress.

"Listen, nigger! I'm only gonna say this once! Fight me, and you die." she still struggled so I said, "And after I kill you, I'll sit here amd wait for those three pretty little girls of yours, and I'll kill them too. But only after I rape then good."

I was lying, I aint never hurt no girl-child, and never will, but she didn't know that. She believed me, and lay still as a corpse. I cut some strips of duct-tape, and bound her wrists and ankles. Then I pulled out my knife and cut all the clothes off her body.

I laid there for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Her skin was a warm brown color, sort like the brown of coffee with just a little too much cream. Her legs were long and strong looking, like she was the kind of woman who jogged just enough to jeep in shape. I could imagine her little apple-sized tits jiggling, and I had to repress a chuckle.

I reached down and pulled out bottle of baby oil and pored a generous amount on her body. She jumped, and then settled as she realized what it was. I began running the oild on her body, abd she tried to cringe away from me. "Lie still bitch, or I'll slap the shot out of you, " I said calmly.

She lay still, trembling as I continued to oil her body, her arms, her legs. Then I poured some oil on her pussy, and began to gently stroke her it, my fingers caressing her clit like a lover. When she began to respond in pleasure, I stopped. Yeah, I thought, this is one hot bitch!

I stood up quickly, and my cock ached to drive itself into her then and there. But for me, at that moment, it would have been too much like making love, and I had been hired to rape her, terrorize her. So I just stood over her, jacking off, promising myself she'd get a little extra from me later.

When I had my little release, I picked her up, flung her over my shoulder, and carried herout the house. A man passing by gave me a curious look, raised his eye-brows, but said nothing as I laid her in the back seat of my car.

The spot I picked for the nigger's little "lesson" was 45 miles away. It was one of those rest stops that is nothing more than a set of toliets that the county or the state took care of, and somewhat poorly at that. I wasn't worried about anyone walking in on us, in fact, I was hoping at least one guy might drop in, to add to the fun.

I pulled into the gravel parking lot as close to the men's side as I could get. There was one other car in the lot, but when I saw the Confederate Flag on the bumper, I almost laughed out loud. I was sure that the "good ol boy" it belonged to might be more than happy and willing to have a part in helping to educate my "prize".

I waited for him to come out, approached him, and invited him to my little party...

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I think the bitch's heart almost stopped when she felt four hands on her naked body, instead of the two she had been expecting. We got her into the bathroom and laid her on the floor. I wanted to feel all of her, so I undressed totally, and then bent over her, and pulled the tape from her eyes.

My new friend, Buddy, had also removed his clothes, and stood next to me. Buddy was literally droolIng! And the look in the nigger's eyes was everything I could hope for, as she took the sighr of us in.

I've told you what I looked like already. But Buddy made me look like a male model in comparison! Just a tad shorter, he admitted to weighing 450 pounds, but I think he was a lot heavier than than that. And the thing sticking out towards the center of our attention, though a bit shorter than mine, seemed a hell of lot thicker.

"Nigger, ", I said, "you about to learn what you have been put on this earth for!"

I smiled as I positioned my body atop hers, the feel of her breasts against mine hot and exciting, her panicked breathing making her body writhe on the floor in its captivity. I took one pretty knee in each hand and slowly but irresistibly pushed the cunt's legs apart. Farther and farther, beyond what is necessary, just for the added bit of pain. Painfully wide I opened them more and more. Her pussy lips stretched apart, revealing the glistening pink hole itself, leading up into her body. I moved my penis toward it at last, knowing that she would be a source of immense pleasure for me.

Even to me, my cock looked impossibly huge to fit inside her. I hoped she would feel agnoy beyond belief as I forced her cunt to accept me....

I lined up the head of my cock against her pussy, grinned down at her, and "I'm going to fuck you now, bitch," I whispered, and jerked my hips viciously forward. At first the cock wouldn't go in; it was too wide! I rocked back and forth, edging in the head, my fingers spreading her cunt lips wide as they could go, pulling hard on them, until finally the head of my cock slid in. The tears on her face, the sounds of pain escaping past the tape were wonderful! "Oh yeah," I said, grinning down at her. "Nice and tight. I like that."

The niggers cunt was indeed tight, tight and dry, so that she tried to escape the hard cock that tore into her. But instead, her reflexes forced her body to arch against mine as she screamed through the tape. I gritted my teeth at thepain her pussy was causing me, her sheath scraping my cock as she thrashed helplessly beneath me, her sg, trying to push me away as I continued to thrust my fuck-pole fully into her, feeling my pelvis slam against hers.

You cannot imagine how much I was turned on by the sounds of pain and and horror she was making through her throat as I began fucking her.

The heat from her body seemed to envelope me as I raped the bitch, my cock pistoning in and out relentlessly, each inward stroke causing a small cry of pain through the gag, her head thrashing in my grip as I sucked on the soft flesh of her neck, her sobs driving me higher and higher into pleasure.

The world could have ended, but I wouldn't have cared at that moment, as my cock slammed into her again and again, sending thrumming pleasure through my body as it forced its way in and out of her dry, aching cunt, each sound of pain and agony and terror from her throat a prod to my lust, to my pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, my whole body began to feel like it was going to explode as I felt that marvelous sensation so close to pain deep in my bowels, felt it build up stronger and stronger as I kept ramming into the nigger's hot, tight cunt, reaching under myself to grip her tit harshly in my hand, squeezing it hard while biting down on her neck, my cum errupting out of me as she screamed in pain and defeat as I pumped blast after blast of seed deep into her cunt.

I laid there for a moment before regretfully pulling out, and said, "Jesus, what a fuck," while I pulled up my pants, loving the way her closed lids glistened with tears, the way a dark hickey blotched her neck, the way her cunt gaped at me, swollen and red and glistening from her rape, waiting for its next assualt!

Buddy was positioning himself now, his huge, thick, hairy body almost hiding her completely beneath him, only her long brown legs sticking out from beneath him as he drove his cock into her cunt. I heard her scream and saw her thighs tense as he raped her, plunging into her as brutally as I had. I grinned.

"Love white cock, don't you nigger?', I taunted, as Buddy drove into her, grunting like an animal. "This all you fucking niggers is good for! Being fucked by real white men!"

Every so often Buddy looked up at me as if seeking my approval, his face a mask of concentration, stopped for minutes, just holding himself inside her. Then his face would twist into a an unreadable expression as he looked back down at the nigger and continued the brutal onslaught.

I almost reget involving Buddy, for much sooner than what I would have thought, he is done. He collapes on top of her, and lies there still as death.

Finally, Buddy raised himself from her body. And began to dress. "Thanks man, I always wanted to rape a nigger chick......"

"Glad to help man." I said grinning. "hopefully you'll make this a regular habit!"

"Sure gonna try, " Buddy said, looking towards the nigger laying outstretched on the floor. "You doan think we killed it, do you?"

The nigger lay still, that it did make me wonder for a moment. But I saw her breast rise and fall, and knew she was still alive.

"Not yet, " I laughed, "But after I get thru with her ass, she might wish we had!" Kneeling behind her,I lifted her up onto her knees, her legs spread wide to either side of mine. She trembled violenty under my hands, but she didn't resist.

"Wish I could stay and watch," Buddy said regretfully. "But I gotta head back fer work. " And Buddy left. leaving me alone with my prize.

If you thought I hurt you before, nigger...", I said as I line the huge blubbery head of my cock to her pretty brown ass. Almost gently, I pushed forward, denting the nigger's anal ring inward. She tries to arch her body away from me, but I just pressed forward again, she tensed, preventing me from making any headway.

I was almost tempted to slam my fist against her head, but that wasn't the kind of pain I like to cause women. Like I always say, real men shouldn't need to beat a woman to get her do what he wants.

Anyway, one more time I shove forward, this time holding her body tightly to mine, and find that at last I am parting the ring with the plum-like head of my still moist cock. I take a deep breath and slam forward, the big head shot forward, stretching the asshole beyond reason. The protective ring snapped closed behind the coronal rim and onto my thick fuck-pole gripping it tightly.

If her mouth hadn't been taped, I am sure her scream would have slpit my eardrums! It was everything I wanted. I was in heaven, thick cock slamming and ramming its way into a tight, virgin, unwilling ass. And so I began to piston in and out of the nigger's hot, narrow passage, loving the ccries and whimpers escaping thru the tape.

I slowly pulled my cock from her ass, till only an inch or so remained inside, and then gave a savage thrust so that it tore into her again, slamming it into her to the hilt. Slow pull, then savage thrust so that with each thrust forward my scrotum slapped against her dripping snatch -- hitting her clit protruding between her lips. She screamed uselessly through the tape as I pulled back and the drove into her over and over.

Her ass was hot and incredibly tight; it pushed me out and pulled me in as I fucked her -- an incredible sensation! It was so sweet, as if I was thrusting my cock into a thing made of hot sweet chocolate.....

Alone, with nothing to distract me, I took my time with her. Every time I felt my self about to cum. I would stop.....After nearly a half-hour of enjoying her ass and her screams, I planted my cock deepand came inside the nigger's ass, semen gushing from my throbbing swollen head, spurting deep into her bowels.

# ********************

I was tempted to keep the nigger, but that would have left the nigger's children behind. And the whole purpose of this "job" was to remove the niggers fron the town.

So, I re-bound the nigger, dressed and carried her back to the car. As we drove down the highway, I finished the lesson with a little lecture. I told the nigger that what had just happened to her was done with the full knowledge and approval of the county and authorities, so there was no point in her looking for any kind of "justice".

I also told her she had 48 hours to pack up her things, and get her and her pick-a-niinnies out of town.

"You better do as I say nigger, or next time, it may be your youngest daughter that I'll come for. And I won't be anywhere near as gentle with her as I was with you!, " I lied.

At last we came to her house, and I carried her out of the car, and positioned her on the front porch so that her if anyone came by and wanted to "poke" her a bit, he'd have easy access, and then left.

I came back 3 days later to pick up the rest of my pay. The judge was happy, the town was happy, and the nigger apparently was never seen or heard from again....

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