THE SEXUAL PREDATOR by Amandablonde

Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: THE SEXUAL PREDATOR

Published: 25.11.2021

Story Codes: Young, NC, Rape

Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy.

The Sexual Predator

Beautiful red head Sophia Carlton was having a stellar career at the State Parole Office. She specialised in sex offenders, and was expert at supervising their parole. It was her job to keep the community safe from predators. If the men on parole breached their conditions of parole it was Sophia’s job to make sure they went back into jail to complete their sentences. Sophia was no prude. She was an incest survivor, having been raped by her father when she was a child. Now, as an adult she was tough. At age thirty she had seen everything there was to see in the world, and nothing shocked her. She had a boyfriend, a cop and she felt secure.

This latest job was kind of special. The parolee was Simon Stornshaft, who was rich, well connected and exceptionally handsome. He had been responsible for the death of a good friend of Sophia’s, Karly Harris. They had been playing a sex game and the woman had been accidentally asphixiated. Charged with second degree murder, Simon had pled guilty to murder in the third degree, and was released on parole taking into account time served awaiting trial.

Their first interview had not gone well. Simon was flippant and cock sure. He tried to leave when pressed but was firmly put back in his place by Sophia, who reminded him of the risk of breaching his parole.

“Your future is in my hands,” Sophia told him firmly, “You will cooperate with me and attend every interview and answer all my questions. I will check on you twice weekly. I want to know everything about you, where you go, who you see, your sexual preferences … everything. Got it?”

“Yes Ma’am,” responded Simon somewhat sullenly.

“Good, now lets get down some details. What was your first sexual experience?”

“I started masturbating at ten.”

“No, with someone else.”

“I was thirteen. She was fifteen. We were exploring but clumsy. She called on her older sister to help, and we ended up in a threesome”

“Would you regard that as normal?”

“Anything that gives pleasure is normal.”

“Where did you meet Karly?”

“At a sex club downtown.”

“I don’t believe you. She shared all her secrets with me. She never mentioned a sex club.”

Simon wrote down the address on a slip of paper and passed it to Sophia.

“Check it out if you don’t believe me. Karly as a member. She could only get off if she was hurting. That is the truth.”

Sophia dismissed Simon then; but she did check on the club. He had told the truth. The club was real and Karly had been a member. Sophia sighed, and put away her papers. She left the office and headed home to her apartment and her police officer boyfriend. He was kind and gentle and safe. But he was not exciting. When they fucked that night Sophia found herself thinking about Simon. Only then did she cum.

Sophia decided to pay an unannounced visit to Simon’s home to check on his place as well as him. Three days later she arrived at the large and expensive looking wooden home, and rang the doorbell. Simon answered it, still dressed in a Javanese silk printed dressing gown, even though it was late morning. He was surprised to see Sophia on his doorstep and bristled …

“Do you always just turn up like this?”

“Yes, when I don’t trust my subject and need to check on aspects of his life. Show me around your home please.”

Simon ushered her inside and showed her around the house. They saw nothing unusual. Sophia pointed to a flight of stairs going down to a basement.

“What is down there?”

Before Simon could answer, a naked girl, no more than twelve, appeared on the stairs coming up.

She spoke, “Hey Simon, should I get dressed? Are we done for today?”

He answered easily, “Yes babe that is it for today. Get dressed and go home.”

Sophia’s jaw dropped.

“Jesus, Simon that it a child! I will have to report this! Your parole is toast!”

Simon smiled. He did not stop his easy, confident manner.

“Relax Sophia, she is a model. I am just taking photos of her. And I have her mother’s written permission. I can show it to you.”

Sophia was unconvinced.

“A model?”

Simon smiled.

“If you don’t believe me come down and see my studio.”

He led Sophia down the stairs to the basement, that was indeed set up as a professional photographer’s studio. Sophia looked around and was satisfied.

“I guess it’s okay”

Simon looked hard at Sophia.

“You are very beautiful Sophia. I would like to photograph you …”

He allowed a finger to trace a line down her right cheek. She flinched.

“Don’t you dare! I need to get back to work …”

“Really, it will not take long, and you can keep the pictures once I develop them ….”

Sophia hesitated. She was something of a narcissist and Simon was playing on her weakness.

“Fully clothed.” she said firmly.

“Fully clothed,” Simon affirmed, seating her on a white wooden chair and going to his camera and lights to set up the shoot.

Simon took many shots of Sophia in the chair, in various poses. In some her legs were splayed open and her lips pouted. They were overtly sexual poses and they both knew it.

Simon approached Sophia and began to slip off her jacket. She shot him a warning look but did not resist. Simon took some more shots and then asked Sophia to unbutton her shirt. She undid four buttons, exposing her full breast cleavage. She was looking intently at Simon as he continued to click and snap.

“Take off your skirt,” he instructed.

“I said fully clothed,” she responded defiantly, as if to test him.

“I know. Take off your skirt.”

Smiling faintly, Sophia slipped out of her skirt and kicked off her stiletto heels. She opened her legs wide as she sat on the chair facing him, her white panties moist at the front.

“Lose the shirt,” instructed Simon.

This time there was no resistance. Sophia slipped off the shirt and sat in her panties and bra. Simon took some more shots and then walked up to Sophia. Moving behind her he unclasped her bra and her large breasts spilled out. He took several close up shots of her breasts.

“Now the panties,” Simon said quietly.

Without a word Sophia slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them free. She tossed flaming red hair and spread her legs again, holding her pussy lips apart for Simon to capture in more close up shots.

“I get to keep all these pictures right?” Sophia asked as Simon squatted in front of her splayed legs, photographing her genitals.

“Yes of course,” he responded, snapping away in some excitement.

Sophia smiled and lay back in the chair, spreading her legs even wider and masturbating herself as he continued to shoot her. As she approached orgasm he moved the camera to her face, capturing the moment of orgasm. Her mouth was open and her nostrils were flared.

“Wonderful,” he murmured.

Sophia dressed herself again as she prepared to leave.

“Well that was interesting. I want to know more about you for your file Simon. I want to meet your friends and observe your social life.”

“Sure. I am having some people over on Saturday night. Would you like to come?”

Sophia laughed.

“I already did, but yes I will come. See you Saturday night Simon.”

With that the gorgeous red head turned on her heel and was gone.

Sophia got into a blazing row with her cop boyfriend when she told him she was going to a party at Simon’s place on Saturday night. He was furious that Sophia was socialising with a convicted sex offender and while she was his parole supervisor. He insisted that Sophia cancel her attendance or he would leave her. She stood her ground and the guy left. Sophia was a little sad to see him go but she was also annoyed that he was willing to give her up for some bullshit principle. Surely she was worth more than that. She watched in silence as he moved out his stuff and drove away.

On Saturday night Sophia arrived at Simon’s place just socially late and looking fantastic. She wore a slinky body hugging one piece black dress that barely covered her crotch and left her breasts spilling out from the confinement of the material. She was an immediate hit and was surrounded by men wanting to know all about her.

She noticed that hands touched her perhaps a little too long and men stood a little too close. She also noted that women looked at her with envy and suspicion. But Sophia found nothing at the party that could be used against Simon. These were just regular people with regular interests.

Sophia stayed several hours and then decided that she would drive herself home. She made her good byes and walked out the back of the house to where she had left her car in a dark back street. As she stood fumbling in her bag for her car key, a little intoxicated, Sophia suddenly felt a body press into her back and a hand cover her mouth.

A man wearing a balaclava forced Sophia face down onto the trunk of her car. His strong black hand covered her mouth while the other pulled up Sophia’s dress and tore off her panties. His knees forced Sophia’s legs apart and within seconds she felt his large hard cock invading her vagina. Sophia did not know if her attacker had a weapon.

She kept still, not wanting to aggravate the situation by struggle as she did not want her beautiful features marked in any way. Her vagina was also creaming wet. As a narcissist, Sophia got off on the knowledge that a man desired her enough to risk everything to rape her. She lay face down on the trunk of her car with her legs apart and her dress hitched up over her waist as the man’s throbbing cock rammed into her with violent lust.

When he came she felt his warm semen shooting deep up inside her. She found herself orgasming at that moment, her vaginal muscles spasming around the invading cock as her rapist shot the last of his heavy load.

Then Sophia heard running feet behind them. It was Simon. He roughly pulled the man off Sophia and pulled off his balaclava, revealing his black features.

“For God’s sake don’t call the cops!” blurted out Sophia, “I should not be here. I had a row with my boyfriend and he has moved out because I insisted on coming. And now this. It could ruin me if the Parole Board found out, and I would be taken off your case.”

She became tearful and buried her head in Simon’s chest.

“What do you want me to do with this guy?”

Simon held him by the collar.

“Let him go,” sobbed Sophia, “I don’t want any trouble over this Simon.”

Simon released his hold on the man and he broke free, sunning off into the darkness. Sophia pressed her body into Simon’s.

“Thank you for saving me Simon. I don’t want to go home to my empty place. Can I stay here tonight with you?”

Simon stroked her flaming red hair and whispered that of course she could stay the night. He secreted her back into his house through a side door and took her upstairs to his bedroom and private bathroom. Sophia relaxed, telling Simon to return to his guests as if nothing had happened. She would take a bath and get ready for bed.

An hour later, when the last of the guests had left, Simon made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He saw Sophia lying in bed, still awake, her eyes watching him. She continued to watch as Simon slowly undressed, and pulled back the covers to get into bed naked. He saw that Sophia was also naked. She smiled at him and beckoned for him to join her.

“I want to give you your reward for saving me,” she said in a low voice.

Simon took her in her arms and kissed her deeply. He felt her hands caressing his cock, pulling him to her urgently. He rolled on top of her and without any further delay shoved his hard cock violently into her creaming wet vagina. Sophia gasped and held him close as he fucked her hard and fast, the sexual tension between then exploding. Her legs went around his back and she pushed back her hips against him as he pounded into her with savage thrusts, again and again and again. When he came he gushed a huge load of cum deep up inside Sophia, causing her whole body to shake and shudder as she came again in a staggering orgasm. They fell asleep shortly after in each others arms.

The next morning cops came to Simon’s front door. A preteen child had been raped in the area and as a registered sex offender Simon was a suspect. Could he verify his whereabouts between midnight and four in the morning? The cops knew that Simon had been hosting a party the previous night but all the guests were gone by midnight. Simon explained that he had gone to bed and slept all night.

“Alone?” asked the senior detective.

“No he was with me,” came a voice from the stairs.

Sophia emerged wearing Simon’s dressing gown and nothing else. The cops recognised her and their eyes widened. The detective got Sophia to confirm that she had been with Simon the entire night, which she did. She added with a smile a request that he not record that fact, but simply the fact that Simon had an iron clad alabi. The detective nodded.

“Yeah okay. We probably owe you one, Sophia. Have a good day.”

When they had gone Simon discussed the situation with Sophia. They agreed that the man who raped the child was probably the same man who had raped Sophia. She insisted that they keep that information secret. She wanted no investigation of the incident.

“Besides,” Sophia added with a knowing smile, “The little brat probably was asking for it. What was she doing out at such an hour?”

Simon looked hard at Sophia.

“I want to fuck you again. Right nowc… but this time like I used to fuck Karly Harris …”

Sophia paused at the mention of her dead friend’s name then smiled.

“Well I guess I should research what you did with her. She shared all her secrets with me, but not that …”

Sophia slipped off Simon’s dressing gown and stood naked before him.

“If you want to fuck me, first you have to catch me, and if you catch me, I want to see if you can make me scream!” Laughing Sophia ran back upstairs with Simon close behind.

Sophia made it to the bedroom door before Simon caught her. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and flung her onto the bed. He jumped on the bed after her as she pretended to fight him. Simon sat on her chest and held both her arms with one hand as he fetched nylon rope out of his bedside table. Simon tied first one wrist and then the other to the top bed posts. Then Simon used more rope to tie both Sophia’s ankles to the bottom bedposts as she pretended to kick and struggle. Simon slipped a pillow under Sophia’s ass to raise up her hips and splay open her pussy lips. Finally Simon took an eye mask out of the bedside table and slipped it over Sophia’s face.

Sophia had gone to another place in her mind. She was a child again in her bedroom and her father had come in as he had done so many times.

Sophia cried out in a plaintive voice, “Rape me Daddy, please rape me Daddy. I know you want to. Do it Daddy. Do it now!”

Simon lost no time. He positioned his cock and thrust forward, plunging it into Sophia’s moist lubricated vagina. She let out a scream of lust as she imagined her father raping her, as he had done again and again. She pushed back with her hips, moaning in pleasure.

Simon had one more trick to play. From the bedside table he took a silk scarf, just like the one that had accidentally killed Karly Harris. He slipped it around Sophia’s neck as he fucked her violently and twisted it tight, partially throttling Sophia. The effect was electric. Sophia began bucking and struggling, her vagina convulsing around Simon’s cock as she orgasmed repeatedly. Simon kept the scarf tight as he pounded into Sophia with all the savagery he could muster, finally climaxing and filling her with his seed once again. They were both left breathless and spent.

Later, as they lay together, lazily fondling each other’s genitals, Sophia said out of the blue.

“Simon, I want to go to the sex club where you met Karly. Will you take me?”

Simon looked doubtfully into her face.

“Are you sure Sophia? I mean it’s a pretty wild place, and some of the stuff they do there is illegal.”

Sophia shook her head.

“I don’t care Simon. I want to experience what Karly experienced. I want to understand her. I want to understand why she could not share that part of herself with me.”

Simon got off the bed.

“Okay sure. I will make a booking. The place will be open tonight if you want to go?”

Sophia nodded.

“Yes, tonight please Simon. Let’s do it tonight.”

Simon and Sophia were dressed up to the nines for their visit to the sex club. It was on the top level of a skyscraper down town. They caught an uber to the building and took the express elevator to the penthouse level. There they faced a padded red door and a reception desk. Simon gave his name and that of Sophia. They had a booking and they were expected.

On entering the club the lighting was subdued. They collected welcome cocktails from the bar. There were couples making out all around them. In the center of the room was a stage where strippers were performing on poles with mostly men seated by the stage to stuff money into their garter belts. Another stage was located further down the space. Sophia and Simon made there way there.

A teenage girl was tied to a saint andrew’s cross and was being whipped by two women in black leather who stood either side of her. A second teen girl lay on the floor surrounded by a crowd of onlookers as she masturbated for them. A third teen girl who looked distinctly under age was bent backwards over a barrel. A man in a tuxedo had his cock out and was thrusting in into the teen’s willing mouth. A second man in a black dinner suit was thrusting his cock into the girl’s pubescent cunt. She was moaning and rubbing her breasts as she was double teamed by the men.

“Lets get closer I want to see this,” whispered Sophia as she led Simon close to where the girl was getting fucked.

Simon stood behind her, caressing her body and biting her neck as they watched. Sophia watched the girl being fucked and her nostrils flared in desire. She watched intently as the well dressed men drove their cocks into her throat and cunt. Simon was caressing her breasts now and she was strongly aroused.

Simon whispered to her, “Do you want to go to a private room?”

Sophia nodded. Simon led her by the hand to a guarded door and slipped the guard a crisp one hundred dollar bill. He opened the door and they entered a smaller room.

An attendant ushered them to soft chairs and said quietly, “The show is about to begin.”

They took their seats and noted that other patrons were already fondling each other’s breasts, pussies and cocks. A gong sounded and a spotlight lit a small stage. A child, no more than ten, was dragged out onto the stage by two women. She was gagged and her hands were tied behind her back. They threw her to the floor of the stage as a tall strong man entered the spotlight. He wore a black leather suit and his cock was visible through the tight leather material.

He began beating he girl with a cane and then roughly stripped her naked. The two women slowly pulled down his leather pants and caressed and sucked his cock, which was huge and hard. He directed them to hold the terrified child while her moved between her outstretched legs and began forcing his cock into her. The child screamed silently into the ball gag. The audience watched entranced as they pleasured each other. One woman was masturbating her partner’s cock between her ample breasts.

Sophia slowly stroked Simon’s cock and whispered to him, “Thank you for bringing me here Simon. It is fantastic! I think that I will be able to put in a good report on you for the parole board. I think that we can shorten your parole, so that you and I can do exactly as we pleased. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” smiled Simon, watching as Sophia caressed her breasts as her other hand snaked up and down his engorged cock and they both watched the man begin to rape the bound child.

THE END