Feature Writer: Imma /
Feature Title: The Demon Rapist /
Story Codes: Text /
Link: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Imma_Scared/Demon_Rapist.html /
Author’s Notes: This is my first attempt to try and write a “rape story” from rapists viewpoint so to speak. I hope any men out there who find any “technical problems” will help clear them up!” /
Synopsis: A Horror Fantasy /

 

The Demon Rapist

The Demon Rapist had a long, long history of mental illness. He was also had the “Devil’s luck”.

When he was a young teen, he had brutally raped his mother, but out of a misplaced sense of “family loyalty” she had refused to press charge against him.

His father, also a lucky, sick bastard, praised the boy for his act of “manhood”, encouraged him to commit such acts on a regular basis, and advised him on how to be careful so that he wouldn’t be caught. “The best pussy is a raped pussy”, the father often told him.

The Demon Rapist was never in trouble for his a single one of his brutal rapes in which he took such pleasure and joy. He so terrified his victims that none of them was capable of giving a coherent account of what happened to them, let alone a reasonable description.

What often got him in trouble was his sudden unreasonable rages, during which, if he was in public, caused a considerable amount of property damage, and often no little bodily injury to any and all in his vicinity.

Yet the Demon Rapist spent little time in jail. He had been diagnosed as “mentally deficient”, and so he was usually sent to a mental institution for a period of three weeks. There he would be medicated, and then released once the doctors determined he was not a danger to himself, or to others. (Few of these doctors who made the determination ever even spoke to the Demon Rapist!).

When the Demon Rapist began hearing voices mumbling in his head, he was at first concerned. He was really afraid he perhaps he was starting to develop a conscience, something which he had heard of, but didn’t want any part of, since it would only interfere with his pleasure.

He loved raping women, almost more than life itself. He loved ramming his cock as hard as he could into their fear tightened pussies. The tighter the better too. It wasn’t so much the sex, or even the way his cock felt, pulsing like it was going to explode deep into their fear tightened asses and cunts as wonderful as it was; it was the power, the domination, the forcing of himself into their body, the violation of something so intimate to them, of filling them with fear, and misery and torment as well as burning seed.

But as the voices in his head became clearer over time, he was overjoyed that the voices were “friendly”, guiding him to more victims to rape and torment, helping him become stronger and more powerful.

He found he could increase the frequency of his attacks on women, as his lust knew almost no bounds. He was constantly horny, almost constantly erect, and he did not seem to tire as ordinary men did.

Now he stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself. He was six foot, eight inches and  three hundred pounds, with a fifty-six inch chest, arms and legs like corded logs of wood. But what made him proudest, happiest, was the size of his pole-like prick.

Up until a month ago, it was, to him, a modest eight inches. But the voices in his head had promised him if he would allow them to use him, they could and would increase the size and power of his manhood. All he had to do was to shave his head slippery smooth, and keep it that way.

Well the Demon Rapist had readily agreed, and he was thrilled with how the “voices” had rewarded him. Now his manhood was eleven inches of hefty, vein-twisted cock. It was so thick that even he could not get his fingers around it. It looked as big around as a child’s fist and as long as a child’s forearm, but the thing that pleased him the most was that it was gnarly like the limb of an oak tree. The towering post felt very hot in his huge hands and seemed to throb with a life of its own.

He had, with the aid of the “voices” managed to rape an average of nine women a day, and would have raped more gad the voices permitted it. Nine seemed to be a special number with them. One young woman he had dragged to his lair he had assaulted nine times in each hole, and the “voices”had made him fall asleep before he could damage her further.

The screams of the woman he had raped in the last hour still rang sweetly in his ears……and thanks to the powers that the “voices” had granted, he had raped her in broad daylight on a busy street in pussy and ass for a full twenty minutes, and no one heard or saw a thing till he was long gone. He had hurt the woman horribly with his inhuman dick, tearing her up good under the power of his lustful demon-powered thrusting but he hoped she wouldn’t die. He wanted her to live with what he had done to her for a long, long time. And perhaps, someday he might find her again.

He thought about a woman he had seen leaving a church as he walked away from his last victim. His eye had been drawn to her because: she looked child-like, small breasted, slim waisted. His “voices” wouldn’t let him have a child. They had hurt him almost beyond endurance when he tired to snatch one. But this female was a woman. He could pretend, when he found her.

He stood grinning as he looked at himself, fisting his humongous cock. It looked bigger than before, the huge, hairy nuts swaying underneath the long thick shaft. Had it grown? Yes he was sure of it, as his hand pumped faster and faster, at least another inch, perhaps more.

The “voices” in his head began speaking to him again, instructing him when and how he could have this girl-like woman. He pumped faster and faster, as they spoke, in a frenzy of lust.

xxxxx

Dawn had wanted to become a nun. This was not so much because of any great depth of faith, though she was pious enough but because she wanted to serve her fellow humans. Unfortunately, for that particular dream, door after door had been closed to Dawn, because they were just some things about the Faith of the Children of Light that Dawn just didn’t believe.

So Dawn, at 18, had discovered, and then joined a small lay religious order of men and women that served the “working poor”. And while it did require it, Dawn had chosen celibacy as well as a vow poverty as part of her signs of commitment to the small community which welcomed her in.

To her surprise, in just 3 short years, Dawn was looked upon as a leader by her fellows and had been sent out by the order to see if they could “plant” another community in a new city.

She had gone, on impulse, to the heart of the city, to look at the Cathedral, and the apparently vacant chapter house attached to it. To her surprise, she ran into the Bishop of the city, who recognized the “habit” of her lay-order.

It turned out that the Bishop was more than willing to by-pass all the red-tape she had feared, and invited her to come back the next day to meet with him about the detailsmembers of her order taking over moving into the chapterhouse.

“There is a great evil in this city,” the Bishop said, “And not enough of those dedicating to doing unselfish good. If your order chooses to come here, I will welcome them and aid them in every way I can.”

As Dawn left the Cathedral, almost skipping down the steps, she was totally unaware that she had caught the eye of a very, very evil man. A Demon Rapist.

Dawn bought a city newspaper, and went to a cafe to sit and have a cup of Klave, and relax, before she explored the city any further, and as she read she understood why the Bishop had said that the city of four millions souls was “full of evil”.

According to the newspaper, there has been four murders, two acts of arson, and twelve acts of brutal rape just in the last twenty-four hour period. Nine of the brutal rapes were being attributed to one they called the “Demon Rapists”, because all nine had been left in a coma-like state. The other three were “copycat” rapes, and at least one rapist had been caught in the very act!

Shuddered as she read more about the “Demon Rapist” who for the past thirty days had destroyed for all intents and purposes, close to three hundred women. The City Guard had no clue to his identity, did not understand how he was able to commit so many horrible acts in so many locations, in so many short a period of time.

There was true evil in the city indeed, Dawn saw. And what she wanted to do was flee. Forget all thoughts of being a part of a community here. But she had made commitments. To her order, to herself, and to fellow humans.

As she sat in in the cafe, debating what to do, to go with her fear, or meant her commitments, an dignified elderly man came and sat down by her table.

“Forgive me my daughter,” the man said, “but I can see by your clothing you are a stranger to the city.”

Dawn smiled warmly at him, as he continued, “And I can see too you are a worker of good, a servant of our Father of Light.”

The old man looked at the paper laying in front of Dawn.

“And I see you’ve been reading about our city. There is a great, great evil at work here my daughter. But you can stop it if you will.”

Startled, Dawn.

“Me? Stop it? what do you mean? How can I stop it?”

“Have you read what what the Father once told the children? ‘It is an easy act of to give one’s life for friends my children, but the greatest act of love to die for those who do not know you, and who will never know of your sacrifice,” The old man said, looking at Dawn intently.

Dawn suddenly felt cold fear washing over her.

“Would you give yourself so that others would not suffer? Would you allow a fiend to use you for its pleasure to save the sanity of hundreds of women? Would you die for others?”

“No!” Dawn said, leaping to her feet. “I don’t want to! I can’t! I’m not that strong,”

She fled in terror from the old man, and so she didn’t hear him laughing, didn’t see the gleam of evil glee in his eyes.

Dawn found that her feet were carrying, as if by instinct, back to the Inn, and to what she hoped would be safety.

xxxxx

Sometime later that same night, Dawn awoke to the sounds of a man howling, crying out in deep despair and profound horror!

“Oh Light! No! My wife! My Wife!”

Dawn flung on her habit, and not even pausing long enough to put on her sandals and ran out her room, to join the others on her floor who were hurrying down the hall to see what could be happening to cause a man to scream like that.

Finally, Dawn was able to see the man who was howling. He knelt beside a woman who lay flat on her bag, at the end the long hallway. As she got closer, Dawn was able to see that the woman, who was not much older than Dawn herself was totally naked.

Finally Dawn found herself standing beside the howling man, staring down at the poor woman, who was staring sightlessly upward.The almost lifeless body was covered with huge hand shaped bruises, bite marks, and sweat.

“It would seem that the Demon Rapist has struck again.”

Dawn heard someone say, and turned to see, without much surprise, the the old man she had spoken to in the cafe.

“It is not yet Midnight, and so unless the Father of Light, or a servant of Light intervenes, there may yet be more victims such as this.”

The people around Dawn began turning away, but the old man remained standing next to Dawn. He placed a hand on hers and began to lead her back to her room. Dawn tried to pull free from the old man’s surprisingly strong grip.”

“Let me go, I must help that woman!” She insisted.

” Her own husband can wash her and see she is carried back to her bed. Other than that, she is beyond any aid you can give.”

The old man turned Dawn, so that she was forced to look him in the eye.

“If you truly wish to help, you perhaps stop this from happening to someone else.”

“You took an oath to serve your fellow humans, to heal them, and to give your life if it would save others. You can repudiate that oath, and frankly, I wouldn’t place any blame on that decision.”

He smiled gently as he saw the panic in Dawn’s face.

He continued.

“Or my scared young child, you, and only you can pay a terrible price, and the Demon Rapist’s reign of terror will be over.”

Terrified, Dawn whispered, “What price?”

“You are the one person who can satisfy the evil lust that empowers the Demon Rapist. You must go to the Cathedral and wait for him to come to you. Your assent to be a Sacrifice will draw him like a moth to a flame.”

He didn’t speak further, but simply gazed intently into Dawn’s eyes.

She wanted to cry out, “Why me?”

“How do I know you speak the truth?”

But she didn’t. She knew there would be no answer, because there were no rational answers. She did know, that the old man was telling the truth. She also knew she would not be able to live with in peace herself unless she did what this man had told her to do.

Her voice shaking. she said, “I will go. May the Light be with me, I will assent.”

The old man smiled.

“Then hurry my child. Anoint yourself like a bride eager for her groom, and hurry to the Cathedral. You must be there before Midnight! At the stoke of Midnight, you must be naked, lying on the altar, like an animal ready for slaughter. If you do this, you will be his last victim!”

Dawn turned from the old man, and so again, did not see the old man shaking with silent, maniacal laughter.

xxxxx

A few minutes before Midnight, Dawn entered the dimly lit Cathedral and walked down the long central aisle to kneel at the altar.

No sooner had she knelt, than a huge hulking form stepped out ot the shadows, and Dawn found herself looking up at the Demon Rapist. He was totally naked and his huge thirteen inch stalk stood up and out threateningly from his dark thatch of pubic hair. His massive cock was twisted with veins and the huge plum-like head bulged a deep crimson. He watched her assess her situation as being helpless and took silent enjoyment out of it.

“My friends tell me I am gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you till the sun comes up,” The Demon Rapist hissed at Dawn.

“They tell me that you won’t be able to escape me e either thru Death, or madness.they’re gonna make your body be “healed” in seconds soon as I’m done raping your ass your pussy! You will remember each second of pain,every single thrust of my big beautiful dick! Then I get to tear it open again! And again!”

Dawn, said nothing in reply, simply stood up, took off her habit, and lay down on her back upon the Cathedral’s bare stone altar.

The Demon Rapist grinned down at her,and then leaning forward, and he forced his mouth on hers, kissing her hard. She could feel the crown of his enormous penis pushing against her pussy’s entrance, and it felt as if somebody was forcing a clenched fist up between her legs.

“Please, it’s too big,” She wept. “Please, you’re going to kill me.”

The Demon Rapist simply laughed. He got closer and slowly ran the head of his massive cock up and down her slit as if to tease her. He began to shove the huge plum-like head of his cock into her slit. It was rough going for him. but he didn’t mind, knowing it was even rougher for her.

Suddenly, Dawn felt pain so intense that she thought that her pelvis had broken apart. Her head jerked upward and the sensation of the swollen head of it’s thick shaft plunging down her virgin pussy made her spine arch involuntarily.

She seemed to truly impaled by the giant penis up inside her small body as the Demon Rapist’s remorselessly shoved his massive cock inside her. eyes opened wide, pupils dilated and her mouth open wide. She was hurt too badly to do anything but shudder and gasp. There was nothing she could do to save herself, she was powerless. All she could do was hold on tight to the very creature that was hurting her so much, and keep her legs stretched as wide apart as she possibly could, and pray.

He grabbed her around her small waist and pulled her back at the same time he threw his full weight of three hundred pounds forward. She screamed in sheer agony as the massive intruder tore through the protective veil of her maidenhead.

The lips of her assaulted pussy splayed grossly under the tearing, ripping, plunges of the demon-powered cock. Her face distorted into a mask of pure horror, as she screamed in agony as more and more more of that gigantic prick was forcing its way deeper and deeper into her.

The Demon Rapist looked down, surprised to see to see his prick that despite his powerful thrusts, his cock was only slowly vanishing , little by little, into his victims’ battered pussy. Surely this was the tightest pussy he had ever been lucky enough to sink his cock into!

Dawn clenched her fists in pain and her mouth was a gape in sheer torture as the merciless cock tore onward into her. The Demon Rapist’s huge cock continued it’s relentless punishing impalement, as it bore in and she cried out, pleading for him to stop the onslaught.

The Demon Rapist was filled with joy as he felt how tightly her pussy gripped his cock, he was practically having to tear into her, giving him more pleasure than he had ever imagined possible. This was indeed the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked his cock into!

He paused for a moment, not out of any consideration for his victim. He wanted to savor, however briefly, the wonderful sensations Dawn’s pussy was transmitting thru his penis, into his very soul. As Dawn’s pussy spasmed in agony, the walls of her pussy clutched and clutched the thick, hard dick. as if massaging it, giving the monster wave after wave of delight.

Almost reluctantly, the Demon Rapist withdrew his cock from his victims pussy. till only the huge blood engulfed head remained just inside. Then, clutching her hips hard, he again thrust savagely forward.

She finally felt the large plum-like head bump the very limit of her vaginal cavity. They was a great cramping as it seated itself up against her cervix. She screamed in terror as the cock cap stained her cervical hole to the limit.

The Demon Rapist looked down to see only one half of his huge of cock in her and he was pressing against the back wall of her cunt. It seemed as if his cock was gaining in length and thickness even as he raped this wonderful piece of female flesh!

He pulled back and felt the lips of her pulling and dragging at his cock. Looking down, he saw her pussy lips distended, as if trying to pull his cock in. It looked as though he was pulling her pussy innards out as they clung his to his ever expanding cock.

Dawn’s blood and vaginal liquids coated and lubricated coated his shaft as he pulled out. To Dawn it felt as though all of her insides were trailing out after the big thick invader This time he plowed back in and the entire length were hilted firmly in her puss , causing it to bash against her womb’s door.

He licked his lips and began a slow, steady, forceful in and out motion his cock burning her like a red-hot steel bar driven in and out of her virginal pussy. He knew and rejoiced in the fact that the pain was terrible for Dawn as her screams attested.

She could feel every bump and vein on his huge penis as it slammed powerfully into her pussy, and then he began to pick up the pace fucking her with a furious pace that seemed to get more brutal with each stroke. He grabbed her around the shoulders so that he could fuck her harder, pounding into her pussy. She felt her cunt walls burn as the pain began to increase past the point of human endurance.

She groaned as she felt the cervical opening begin to dilate as the cock head smashed against it, that ravaged, muscular hole was giving in to the abuse, her pussy gates fluttering as if giving up and surrendering to the massive battering-ram plowing into its depths.

The Demon Rapist was gasping for breath while he felt the rumbling of his massive nuts begin to tug at the root of his prick. More than anything, he wanted to blast his load into the depths of his victim, with her child-like body. He stabbed in one last time, driving in his almost the entire entire length into her, just as semen rushed up his dick shaft.

Dawn’s eyes bulged as the first shot of hot dick spray pelted the walls of her bleeding cunt. He lunged and buried another inch into her, causing the spray of man cream to shoot directly into the deep her womb. White-hot demon seed pumped out of the ejaculating cock to drown her pussy tunnel, burning, scalding, increasing the pain and agony. The flood began to slow down and finally he pulled back, out of the tender, torn vagina.

“What a good fuck you are!” The Demon Rapist crowed.

Dawn opened her eyes and saw to her horror that the Demon Rapist’s massive penis was still fully erect!

The Deacon reached out for Dawn and she rolled over onto her stomach, trying to wriggle forward on her elbows across the stone altar. But the Demon Rapist just laughed and seized her thighs in his massive hands and dragged her back toward him..

Forcefully, he parted the cheeks of her ass with his calloused fingers, and placed the head of his monstrous manhood at her asshole.

He wrestled with her, bucking and jabbing at her with his penis. Twice the thick rod missed her ass and struck her thigh leaving wet smears, and twice she managed to twist herself away. Then he clambered on top of her small terror filled body.

Filled with despair, she felt the creature mount her from behind, felt his breath on her neck, felt the demon powered penis push between her ass cheek . Steadying himself by grabbing her hips, he pushed the head of his cock into her ass with one bold thrust. Dawn screamed as the huge cock tore into her tiny opening.

The Demon Rapist smiled as she screamed. He looked down and saw that only the head of his cock was inside her ass. She would really be screaming, he knew, as soon as he could slam more of himself into her! He continued to shove his cock forcefully into Dawn’s tight ass.

She felt his cock enter her bowels, sending pain and a kind of cramps through her intestines into her belly. It seemed as if he were forcing his fist up her rather than his cock. Dawn struggled wildly, grunting and twisting her torso as she tried to escape the penis invading her asshole.

But the Madman simply tightened his grip on her hips as he slammed hard into Dawn’s ass again and again until buried the full length of his shaft deep inside her as she screamed over and over with with pain. He began fucking her ass with long steady in and out thrusts. To Dawn, it felt as if the Monster was fucking her with a red-hot iron poker. In and out the thick cock went slamming itself deeper into her bowels, causing hot tearing pain at each stroke.

She felt the power of Demon Rapist’s massive erection plunging all the way up her ass with unstoppable force. The inhuman lust hardened cock was was inside her, deep and urgent and swollen and white hot with lust.

She screamed at the pain, screamed until she tasted bile and her throat was raw and tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her nose and mouth. The Demon Rapist laughed as leaned forward over her hunched form and thrust into her again and again, it’s calloused hands slipping around her body to grasp her small breasts.

Her thighs were stretched as wide apart as she could to lessen the pain as the Demon Rapist withdrew his cock only to slam it in to the hilt again and again, thrusting savagely into her, gripping the soft flesh of her hips now, until it could push no deeper. He would pull out until only his cock head was still inside her then thrust into her again with the force of a pile driver.

Faster and faster, it’s penis swollen to an impossible size penetrated her. Her head throbbed from the pain. With a final thrust the Deacon erupted a lava-like flood in her. She could feel the hot fluid spurting, the shaft of his enormous cock pulsing in her canal, burning her a red-hot bar of steel. like a ball of fire. The pain in her lower regions became so intense that she almost became unconscious. The Demon Rapist withdrew his penis that, while momentarily satisfied, still fully erect.

The Deacon waited for a moment, waiting for the “healing” to restore Dawn, and again lined his cock against her pussy.

THE END