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Another Approach
Three months after his release, Michael sat in his car, in the pouring rain,watching the entrance of the neon-lit nightclub from the parking lot. The pulsingmusic had come to an abrupt halt a quarter of an hour ago, and the drunkenpunters had been trickling out ever since, swaggering off down the street towardsthe various fast food outlets which stayed open specifically for this moment.Michael watched it all with open contempt, occasionally switching on his windowwipers when the rain obsured his view.
It represented humanity at a serious low to Michael. Men, drunk as skunks,pissing their nights away. Women, dressed like hookers, doing much the same.Why? All because, whether they admitted it to themselves or not, they wantedto get laid. All this pathetic expense over a carnal desire. But Michael wouldnot be led astray; no, he'd given up the nightclub lifestyle a few months ago.Too many expensive rejections. Besides, he had a better way of getting hisend away.
She'd be out soon. Her shift usually ended about half an hour after close,assuming she wasn't on clean-up duty. Michael hoped she wasn't, because hedidn't want to spend another hour sitting hunched in his car, his body pumpedso full of nervous adrenaline that he wanted to puke. He wanted to do thisnow. Plus, he didn't think he could stand listening to any more of the early-morningradio channels on his car's stereo.
He'd known about her for a while. First time he met her, she'd served hima drink. Of course, if she remembered him at all, it was the time he askedher out several weeks after their first encounter, when she'd politely toldhim she wasn't interested. Well, fuck her interest. Michael was sick of thedance, sick of the rules and regulations, sick of the conformity. He wantedto fuck her, and he was going to fuck her. He knew where she lived, he knewher route home, he knew she'd take a shortcut through a park; he'd been watchingher for a while, after all. Michael knew he could do it. It was only a matterof time now.
He glanced at the dashboard. The digital clock read 03:24 in green numbers.Michael sighed, and rapped his hands on the steering wheel impatiently. Hereached across the passenger's seat to the glove compartment, tugging it open.He reached in and pulled out a knife, long and sharp, with a wooden handle.It was a carving knife, taken from his own kitchen. It'd do. There was a balaclavain there, too. It was cliche, sure, but fuck it: it was cliche for a good reason.
At 03:27, she left the nightclub. Michael practically fell over himself clamberingout of his car, desperate not to lose his opportunity. She walked quickly,did his prey. The night always made her nervous, especially with so many rowdy,drunken men prowling the street. She knew she was pretty, even in her standarduniform, which consisted of a rather worn black t-shirt emblazoned with theclub's logo and her black work trousers which hugged her tight around the hips.
Michael stashed the knife in his overcoat and stalked her through the rain,avoiding the streetlights, keeping to the shadows. She always shyed away fromthe crowds of people queueing outside the chip shops and kebab shops, preferringthe quieter routes. Perhaps not very bright, this girl. But that just madethings easier. She walked slowly, probably exhausted after a hectic fridaynight. She had earphones in her ears, focusing on the sound of her music. Shewasn't even going to hear him coming.
Michael struck when she cut through the park, tearing after her across thedamp grass, safe in the near-absolute darkness of the night. There were nostreetlights in this park; the glow of the streets nearby, like lights on thehorizon, were all that guided the girl to her home from here. She made it pasta kids' swing park before Michael pounced, throwing his entire body weightat her back, knocking them both to the ground. Her earphones fell out of herears and she grunted as she connected with the soft, wet earth, the wind knockedout of her. Michael used the opportunity to turn her over onto her back andclamp his hand down over her mouth. With his other hand, he held the knifeup to her eye so she saw it clearly. It shone with a sick, pale light underthe moon. She started to scream through his hand, so he tightened his holdand brought the knife-point closer to her eye.
"Quiet," he told her. His eyes were wild. "Or I'll cut you."
She fell silent instantly. Michael straddled her, pinning her arms with hisknees, squatting on her perky teenage breasts. He figured he had her full attention,at long last.
"If you scream, I'm going to cut you, so keep your voice down," Michaeltold her. His voice sounded smooth and cold. He was relieved, because his heartwas going a mile a minute, and his knife hand kept twitching; something thegirl had certainly noticed. Her watery eyes were locked on that lethal blade'spoint. Mascara tears were running.
"Remember me?" Michael asked, but she just looked at him dumbly,clearly in shock, likely terrified. "Nah, I didn't think so. Let's justsay I'm the result of every guy you gave that cute, shy smile to when you flirtedover the bar."
Michael pulled at the hem of her t-shirt, attacking it suddenly with the knife.The girl squealed, whimpering when the fabric ripped, but she kept her voicedown, scared to defy the one order he'd given her. So far. Michael tore hertop to shreds with the knife, pawing at her breasts through the remains ofher clothes, through her bra, his lust obvious.
"I'm what happens when you lead boys astray," Michael breathed,his voice thick with desire. Could she feel his dick through his pants yet?
"Please," she begged. Her voice was small and delicate, just likethe rest of her. "Don't hurt me."
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you. Girl like you; this shit'sexactly what you want anyway."
"Money," she gasped, struggling in futility as he tore her bra fromher chest and tossed it over her shoulders, freeing her pert, milky tits. Hegroped at her chest, pinching and squeezing her nipples, grinning like a maniac. "Ihave money... tips... an iPod... please!"
"Know how you got those tips, whore," Michael said snidely. "Allthat fucking posing behind the bar, eh?" He slapped one of her breasts,hard, and she cried out, so he slapped it again and warned her to keep quietor 'bad things would happen'.
"Tell me, what's your name? I've been aching to put a name to your facefor a while now."
"Rebecca," she said, sobbing the name out.
"Rebecca. Rebecca. Becky. Becks," Michael tried out the variations. "Ithink 'slut' suits you better, don't you? Our names should befit us, I think.You can be Slut, and I'll be Mister Rapist. We're going to have a little roleplay,Becky!"
"Please, just let me go..." Rebecca whined, but Michael held hersteady.
"No," he said, evenly. "No, slut. Not 'til you live up to yourname. Not 'til you give me what all those shy looks and sweet words have promised.I didn't spend all that money on fucking alcohol to be turned down!"
"You're crazy!" Rebecca practically shrieked, which earned her aviolent smack to the face. It knocked her senseless for a moment, her headspinning. Her lip seemed to swell up instantly. She could taste blood in hermouth. It was hot and metallic.
"Certifiably so, slut. At least that's what the doctors tell me. Youdon't get a certificate for that, though," Michael said, sounding almostsad. "They just lock you up for a while until you're 'no longer a dangerto society'. Guess they made a bit of a boo-boo letting me out. Too bad foryou!"
Rebecca just looked at him, bewildered and frightened. Michael leant backand let one grubby hand slide up her thigh until it rested between her legs,where he massaged her crotch lewdly. Rebecca squirmed, and more tears slippeddown her cheeks.
Michael moved suddenly, twisting round on her helpless, gorgeous body, andforced himself upon her, pressing his lips against hers, worming his tongueagainst her clenched teeth. He sucked on her lips, swallowing her sweet blood,his body crushing hers down into the soaking, freezing grass. He broke freeof the kiss and laughed, trailing his knife down her cheek, down her neck andover one breast, pausing to play with a nipple until it bled.
"Enough foreplay!" Michael said suddenly. "It's time we madelove, slut. Do you even understand that concept, you fucking whore?" Heeased off her torso and pointed the knife at her seriously. "Now, you'regoing to get on your hands and knees, hike down your trousers and cute littlepanties, and beg me to fuck you like the hot little slut you are. I preferconsensual sex."
Slowly, moaning, Rebecca turned over in the grass, her tits pressing intothe biting cold ground. She was wet all over and shivering. Her jaw ached.Her dark, brown locks clung to her face in wet bangs. Her bottom lip was puffyand red. She felt abused, hurt, helpless, humiliated and so weak it was difficultto move. It was as if all her energy had just upped and abandoned her. Allshe felt was fear and dread. Her face burning with humiliation, she slowlyloosened her belt and slid her trousers down around her thighs, pulling herpanties with them, exposing her sex to this stranger, this lunatic.
"Please," she heard herself talking, but it was if someone elsewas saying the words. She couldn't possibly be asking this madman to fuck her,surely? "Please, fuck me! I'm begging you!"
"Mmm," Michael moaned, unzipping his pants and introducing her pussyto his cock. They'd never met before, but his dick had sure as hell thoughtabout being here an awful lot. It was ecstacy for Michael, feeling her flinchas he entered her, knowing she'd remember this moment for the rest of her life.No matter what she did, no matter where she went, she still got fucked in apark one night after work, and she barely even tried to stop her assailant.She'd begged him to rape her, in fact. That part'd hurt a lot in the morning.That part especially.
He fucked her hard and he fucked her fast, humping her like a rabbit, gigglingto himself, jeering at her. Rebecca heard names that she thought she'd neverbe called. He spanked her ass so hard she cried out. He pulled her hair backhard, yanking her head 'til she faced the sky just so he could spit in herface. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, his balls tightened and shefelt his dick twitching inside her, spewing its vile load into her tight cunt.
"Nooo," Rebecca moaned weakly. Michael pushed her back down intothe grass, triumphant.
"Fucked ya, whore!" He whooped, jubilant, waving the knife around. "Butwe aren't done yet..."
His dick in his hand, he crouched down and turned her over, almost gently,and knelt down over her face again. "I want you to lick it clean. ThenI'll let you go. Promise. Rapist's honour," and he gave the boy scout'ssign.
Rebecca stared at his fat, limp dick for a long time. Then, slowly, tentatively,she stuck her tongue out and started lapping at his prick, licking up her ownjuices, tasting his cum. Michael girnned and let her careful, gentle tonguedo its work. He knelt down a little more, and she let him put his dick in hermouth, enjoying her dutiful suckling until he was satisfied that he was clean.
He stood up, stashed his dick and zipped his pants back up. Rebecca lay inthe grass, her pussy raw and aching, her throat convulsing at the thought ofhaving just sucked her rapist's cock of their mess. She felt sick.
"I'll be around, slut," Michael warned her. "You'd better behaveyourself."
Laughing, he disappeared into the night, running back in the direction hecame, leaving the poor girl to have a good cry in the dark until she foundthe energy to walk home, hugging her shredded t-shirt to her naked breastsas she went.
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