ChrisCantSkate
02-25-2003, 09:56 PM
saw it on OT.net
the girl is his girlfriend
I agreed that sometime that week, I wouldn't tell her when, I'd rape her. We arranged a few details. First, I would call within an hour or so of my "break-in" so that she could leave a door unlocked (no need to damage anything). Second, we had a prearranged code word--"red light"--which would stop everything right then and there. Third, after I called, she'd put her parent's little rat-dog in the basement where it ****ing belonged.
So the next night, I drive to the 7-11 near her house, call her up and ask her if she wants to see a movie. Sure, yeah, I'll be by to pick you up in an hour yadda yadda. I'm over there in about five minutes.
The front door is locked. No sweat, the back screen is always open in the summer. And sure enough it was. I crept inside....
And that little bastard ****ing rat-dog laid into me like my legs were two ham-hocks. "OW! Goddammit! ****ing dog!" Into the basement with that little snarling tornado, but not before it nipped me again on the finger. I was only here to rape its owner.
My legs were bleeding, so I had to wrap them with paper towels and tape 'em off with scotch tape from the kitchen drawer. Quietly, I made my way up the stairs with my rape-kit. I crept into her bedroom, and there she was, dressed as if she had just gotten out of the shower....
"Oh, I thought that was you. What are you doing here so early?"
What? The? ****?
"I'm here to ****ing rape you, dammit!"
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"Your ****ing dog.... would you just shut up and start screaming?"
"You want to rape me now? I just got out of the shower."
"Look, do you want to get raped or not?"
"Well, you're not very convincing."
"Your damned dog was pretty convinced."
"Yeah, but he hates you anyway."
"All right, **** this. Look, I'm the rapist. Get your ass on the bed and prepare to get violated."
"Oh, okay."
I reached into my handy rape-kit, and pulled out a few pairs of panty hose which I stole from her the night before, to tie her up.
"What the **** are those?" she asked, "I was looking for those all day, you bastard!"
"Well," I said, "you wouldn't go for the jumper cables."
"You stole my panty hose? I needed those today, you dumass."
"Oh, just shut up and let's get this over with."
"Dick."
I tied her down and pulled out my secret weapon: a peacock feather.
"What the hell is that?"
"Shut up, *****!" At this point, I was beginning to realize the versatility my role provided me.
"You are NOT going to tickle me with that. That's it. Red light, we're calling this thing off."
"What?" This was unexpected. "You can't just bail out of this whenever you want! You're supposed to be getting raped, fer chrissakes!"
"No, screw that. This sucks, I'm done, and if you piss me off any more, your ass is out of here."
"Oh, **** this," I said reasonably, "let's go see a movie."
She was still pissed at me about ripping off her panty hose. And for locking away the damned dog without turning on the lights, because it tried to scratch its way through the newly painted basement door. And for bleeding on her comforter. I got no nookie that night, at all. I was
the girl is his girlfriend
I agreed that sometime that week, I wouldn't tell her when, I'd rape her. We arranged a few details. First, I would call within an hour or so of my "break-in" so that she could leave a door unlocked (no need to damage anything). Second, we had a prearranged code word--"red light"--which would stop everything right then and there. Third, after I called, she'd put her parent's little rat-dog in the basement where it ****ing belonged.
So the next night, I drive to the 7-11 near her house, call her up and ask her if she wants to see a movie. Sure, yeah, I'll be by to pick you up in an hour yadda yadda. I'm over there in about five minutes.
The front door is locked. No sweat, the back screen is always open in the summer. And sure enough it was. I crept inside....
And that little bastard ****ing rat-dog laid into me like my legs were two ham-hocks. "OW! Goddammit! ****ing dog!" Into the basement with that little snarling tornado, but not before it nipped me again on the finger. I was only here to rape its owner.
My legs were bleeding, so I had to wrap them with paper towels and tape 'em off with scotch tape from the kitchen drawer. Quietly, I made my way up the stairs with my rape-kit. I crept into her bedroom, and there she was, dressed as if she had just gotten out of the shower....
"Oh, I thought that was you. What are you doing here so early?"
What? The? ****?
"I'm here to ****ing rape you, dammit!"
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"Your ****ing dog.... would you just shut up and start screaming?"
"You want to rape me now? I just got out of the shower."
"Look, do you want to get raped or not?"
"Well, you're not very convincing."
"Your damned dog was pretty convinced."
"Yeah, but he hates you anyway."
"All right, **** this. Look, I'm the rapist. Get your ass on the bed and prepare to get violated."
"Oh, okay."
I reached into my handy rape-kit, and pulled out a few pairs of panty hose which I stole from her the night before, to tie her up.
"What the **** are those?" she asked, "I was looking for those all day, you bastard!"
"Well," I said, "you wouldn't go for the jumper cables."
"You stole my panty hose? I needed those today, you dumass."
"Oh, just shut up and let's get this over with."
"Dick."
I tied her down and pulled out my secret weapon: a peacock feather.
"What the hell is that?"
"Shut up, *****!" At this point, I was beginning to realize the versatility my role provided me.
"You are NOT going to tickle me with that. That's it. Red light, we're calling this thing off."
"What?" This was unexpected. "You can't just bail out of this whenever you want! You're supposed to be getting raped, fer chrissakes!"
"No, screw that. This sucks, I'm done, and if you piss me off any more, your ass is out of here."
"Oh, **** this," I said reasonably, "let's go see a movie."
She was still pissed at me about ripping off her panty hose. And for locking away the damned dog without turning on the lights, because it tried to scratch its way through the newly painted basement door. And for bleeding on her comforter. I got no nookie that night, at all. I was