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To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally.

*The Hypnothe-Rapist*

STARR SCORES III: ‘Return Of The ‘Jed’ Guy’

***

April 30th, 10:27 a.m.

‘Hi babe! How’s she lookin’?’ Angela casually asked Paula, the ‘she’ in question being the daily docket of patients.

‘Pretty good, Starr,’ Paula answered. ‘Full schedule, you’ve got one every two hours today. ‘S see, you’ve got…a new visitor, Mr. Ray Reynolds in three minutes, he just got here, and then…oh, here’s a name I haven’t seen in a while: Jed Parsons. His third session, 12:30 today. First two were a year and a half ago.’

Angela paused for a minute. Paula heard the sound of the keystrokes as Angela looked him up in her laptop’s database.

‘Oh yeah, oh yeah. I remember him now,’ Angela said, having brought up his digital dossier. ‘September 12th and October 3rd, both year before last.’ Jed Michael Parsons, 29, relationship difficulties, she read to herself. Hm, she thought briefly.

‘Well all righty then, Miss Paula, be a doll and send in Mr. Reynolds, s’il vous plaît.’

***

April 30th, 12:23 p.m.

‘Is everything all right, Mr. Parsons?’ asked Paula.

Jed Michael Parsons was very anxious. He was pacing counter-clockwise around the waiting room in a pattern which was basically a cross between a circle and a square. He was breathing shakily, fidgeting and rubbing his eyes with his left hand. He did a couple more rounds before Paula asked him this question.

He looked up. ‘Is it 12:30 yet, Paula?’

Paula consulted her computer’s built-in clock. ‘You still have about six minutes to go,’ she said, in response to which Jed uneasily sighed. He was particularly very much in a hurry to talk to the doctor today.

Paula could see how antsy he was. She said, ‘You know, Mr. Parsons, sir, it may not be my place to make suggestions, but when I feel anxious or wound-up, I find that it helps to make myself take a really big, deep breath, and hold it as long as I can, and then let it out nice and slow.’

Jed tried. It lasted about six seconds.

‘Well…if the appointment in front of me’s done before 12:30, can I go right back?’ he asked.

‘Just please give me a moment to let her know that you’re here and ready to see her, and once she confirms she’s ready, yes.’ He nodded, trying to distract himself from the things on his mind by cracking his knuckles, shaking out his body, blinking repeatedly, anything he could think of. All right, man, come on, he told himself. It’s only six more minutes…even less now. Still, it felt like forever. He tried watching the TV, but a program with a bunch of cute British people drinking a lot of tea somehow didn’t help ease his anxiety. He looked at the selection of magazines. Life, GQ, Maxim, Sports Illustrated, Men’s Health, Highlights, Esquire…Jed did a double take. Highlights?? The reading material wasn’t inspiring a great deal of confidence either.

Finally, three more interminable minutes later, a very refreshed and content Mr. Ray Reynolds emerged from down the hall and stopped by Paula’s window.

‘Oh, hi, Mr. Reynolds!’ she smiled. ‘Did things go well?’

‘Wow! Oh man, I gotta tell you,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what she did in there when I fell asleep, but she’s a genius!’

‘Oh, good!’ said Paula. ‘Did you want to set up another appointment?’

Come on, come ON, Jed thought impatiently. They proceeded to do so, and Mr. Reynolds departed. Jed reapproached Paula as she pressed the intercom button.

‘Mr. Parsons is here,’ she said. ‘And it’s pretty urgent, he would like to come see you immediately.’

‘By all means! Jed Parsons, come on down!’ Angela agreed dynamically through the phone, just like a TV hostess. As soon as she said the words, Paula pointed her thumb behind her in verification and he started down the hall. He got to her office and went in.

Angela today had on a plaid set of cotton pajamas and a pair of slippers a friend crocheted just for her, and her hair was back in a large faded blue hair bow. The hair bow made her look a little like Belle from Beauty And The Beast dressed in Angela Starr’s pajamas. She started to get up from her chair to greet him. ‘Hi—’ she said, but Jed simply threw up a quick wave of the palm, went straight to the sofa without a moment’s hesitation, quickly kicked off his shoes and collapsed on it on his back. He covered his face, rubbing his forehead in anguish.

Ohhh, dear, thought Angela with concern. It clearly did not take a doctorate to see that something was deeply bothering him. She normally waited until the Starr Treatment* was underway to do this, but right now she picked up the ‘Session in progress, please do not disturb’ slate and slid it into its wedge in the door, shut it and locked it. She sat back down, rolled the chair over towards him, close enough to rub his shoulder. When he uncovered his face, she smiled at him. ‘Dr. Angie’s in,’ she encouraged. ‘Lay it on me.’

Jed slowly sat up. At about the same speed, Angela rolled backwards to her desk, slipped on the glasses, picked up the pad and pen, crossed the right leg over, and listened.

The year and a half before, when Jed had made his first two visits to see her, he had been involved with a woman named Viv. They’d been going together for a few months and were starting to get pretty serious, but while Viv wanted to be 100% exclusive—and Jed thought he did as well—he nonetheless felt these urges he couldn’t understand. He wasn’t a half bad-looking guy, and tended to get smiles and winks and small flirtations from other girls. Though he knew it wasn’t advisable, he didn’t have sufficient self-control to disallow himself to return the flirtations, which understandably sat not too well with Viv. She said she wanted him to stop flirting, or she wouldn’t see him anymore. So on September 12th, he came to see Angela for the first time.

He ended up only paying half price for the first appointment, because he was just a little too uncomfortable to undergo the actual hypnosis just yet. He said he needed to see a therapist, but the hypno-part was just…a little on the ‘weird’ side for him, which was fine with Angela, as she never tried to steer patients in ways they didn’t wish to go. So after their interview, the two of them just continued talking. Angela gave him some advice, that his problem was mind over matter, he needed to resist and control the urges to reciprocate other women’s advances. And he tried. He really did. He really wanted to succeed at this…but, unfortunately he just did not try hard enough.

Things were almost starting to look up for them when out of the blue, in the midst of those three weeks, he kissed another woman. When Viv found out, she stuck to her word, and they broke up, resulting in appointment number two for Jed. When he dropped in to see Angela the second time, he told her he sincerely wished he’d tried the hypnosis the first time, as maybe things would have been different. He felt so terrible and angry at himself for succumbing to these unwelcome temptations of other women which assaulted him like dive bombers, he declared he would try anything at this point to gain more self-control, and so as was her way, Angela coddled him away from his negative feelings about himself, back towards a point at which to start over, and under the hypnosis he indeed went. So Angela probed him, strengthened his will through his subconscious, and having verified that he was in fact now completely single and unattached (and clean), proceeded to magnificently bestow upon him the secret Starr Treatment*. And poof, post-session two, Jed Michael Parsons did not have such difficulty resisting other women anymore. The Starr was a magician.

Over the next year and a half, he started taking matters into his own hands. He decided he needed to straighten up, and focused on his personal flaws and improving himself. He
gathered the courage to write a letter to Viv sincerely apologizing for his actions, and for the way things turned out. He said that although his contrition was very genuine, he understood that an apology did not make up for kissing another woman, and that he didn’t at all expect her to give him another chance, that he just wanted her to be able to move on and find happiness for herself wherever it might be. He didn’t hear back from her, but that was okay with him. Once he let several months pass to analyze where he was at this point in his life, he started dating again.

Beginning around last year’s Christmas, over a year after he and Viv had split up, he met a girl a year or so younger than he was, named Rhonda. She was beautiful, smart, gifted, sexy, everything he thought he wanted. In this new state of self-restraint and willpower, Jed felt confident and happy in this new relationship. He found himself now wanting to be exclusive with her. He was seeing a real future in this. And then, on April 24th, before his eyes…he saw Rhonda, with another man.

The emotions were indescribable. The immediate feelings he experienced were, in this order, hurt, heartache, betrayal, anger at Rhonda, and then a realization…anger at himself. The tables had turned, he realized. The proverbial shoe was on the other proverbial foot. So this… he’d thought, …must have been like how Viv felt. Once he learned how painful it was to be on the other end, he decided that maybe he’d take a little break from dating for the moment. And a little break from listening to The Beach Boys. Then two days later, he remembered Angela.

He could see why she was named Angela. He remembered how comfortable and solaced he’d felt with her. He remembered her cozy office, her sofa bed, her munificent voice, the nurturing way she smiled, her affectionate manner, her benevolent green eyes, the way she made him feel that everything was going to be okay…and he dug up her business card and called the clinic and booked an appointment as soon as was possible. April 30th, at 12:30 p.m.

And here he sat once again, spilling out all the details of his past week to her.

‘Why does it have to be this way?’ he asked. ‘I’m with someone who really seems to like me, but I hurt her, so I’m not with her anymore, then I learn how to not hurt anybody, and I meet someone I really like, and she hurts me. Why?’ he lamented.

Angela understood. ‘Unfortunately, no one has an answer for that one,’ she commiserated, ‘Not even brilliant hypnotherapists.’ She worked up just as much of a little humor-induced smile on her face as she felt was appropriate, then returned to being serious. ‘People have been trying to figure out that kind of thing for eons.’

‘Well, so, anyway,’ he said, ‘I-…I, uh…’ He stopped, his voice unsteady.

Angela leaned a few degrees forward towards him. ‘Yes?’

He thought he had something else he wanted to say right then, but it was overtaken by an impulse from deep down inside him. He dropped his face in his hand again, and she heard a faint, unidentifiable sound come from him, followed by a sound she recognized. A sniffle. The sort of sniffle that lets you know exactly is coming next.

The sniffle made her heart crack. She put down the pad and the pen, came over and sat down next to him on the sofa and hugged him. ‘All right…all right…’s okay…’ she consoled. She let him rest his head on her shoulder. ‘You want me to stay here on the sofa with you, Jed? We can talk together, both of us here side by side, if you want.’

After a minute he raised his head. He looked over at her, looked down at her hands in her lap and trustingly placed his hand on hers. She clasped it and interlocked their fingers. He blew out a sigh. ‘I just wish I could go back and do this all over again,’ he said.

Angela didn’t say anything for a moment. She looked down and thought about the two of them holding hands the way they were. She often had this little dilemma with herself, as right now she felt it coming on again. She usually got two distinctly separate rewards from healing the men who came to see her. One was the grand satisfaction in knowing that she was unaffectedly changing these gentlemen’s lives for the better. It was who she was inside. It was her whole identity. A healer, in the truest sense of the word.

But then there was the other side of the coin—i.e., where the dilemma came into play. Angela knew there was nothing wrong in loving what she did for a living, and she saw nothing morally wrong on the surface in indulging herself and her own desires, but a small part of her couldn’t help but wonder at whose, if anyone’s, expense. She adored men, passionately, but on two very different levels: fostering them, protecting them, healing their emotional wounds…and the side of her which came out once the hypnosis actually went into effect. Her hungry, lusty, animalistic side. In a way that always remained something of a mystery to her, a real desire to befriend such a man, take care of him and serve as his emotional bandage soon translated into a very real desire to soak up his manliness, slip him under her magic spell, (figuratively) sink her teeth into his masculine body, and hopefully sooner than later perform the deed which, well, constituted the essence of the Starr Treatment*.

At the same time, while all forms of her devotion were purer than falling snow, still, something inside made her question herself: was she taking advantage of her patients? Most of the time she took pride in being able to supply them with pleasure and happiness on multiple levels, but in such a case as this, with a man who was showing his true emotions like Jed, idiomatically mothering him, giving him succor and mental security, she pondered over whether or not putting him under and essentially having her way with him, to state it bluntly, placed her affection and integrity under the category of dubious. A man like Jed, obviously pained, shedding his tears and pouring his heart and soul out to her, it seemed underhanded of her to send him into Slumberland and turn him into one of her erotic cream-filled lollipops.

That was the way it seemed. At least, until he’d touched her hands…with his…

There was something about the hands and arms, especially…something that lit her up inside. Something that spoke only to her sexual voracity. Something that triggered that tingly sensuality in her, which when awoken, wanted ferociously to emerge and take over. Something that made her feel her juices start flowing. Something that rendered the fact that he was very emotional less significant. Something that said, NO, you’re not taking advantage. You’re healing him. Now let’s put him under and REALLY heal him…

Suddenly, it didn’t seem so devious anymore. But she would never put a patient to sleep just to immediately turn him from her patient into her playmate. First and foremost came the conversation with the subconscious and putting it to work inside to help cure him. The former made the latter possible. She would never be able to bring herself to hypnotize a client, Starr Treat-him right away and not actually fix his issue. She would hate herself. She’d never be able to forgive herself for that.

After a minute or two of silence, she said, ‘Well, Jed, we may not be able to go back in time, and we may not be able to make those fidelity violations just disappear, but what we can do is give your memory something of a…a re-sorting, you might call it. We’ll try to arrange things so that you won’t forget these unfortunate incidents, nor hold them in any lower regard. Instead, we’re going to attempt to refresh the positive, so that with the positive at the forefront as well, you won’t be so sad and depressed by only the negative.’ She stood up. ‘Now be a dear and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.’ She kissed his hand, slipped into the washroom and returned three seconds later with a box of tissues. ‘Here we go,’ she comforted him, as she removed a couple of tissues fro
m it and dried his face from the trails of his tears.

Putting them down, she stood again, held out her hands, took his as he gave them to her and helped him up off the sofa. ‘All right…’ she said, sentimentally snuggling him with her voice, ‘Now let’s give you a nice nap, what do you say, and Doctor Angie’s gonna make everything better again.’

She picked up his shoes and placed them over by the filing cabinet. She unfolded the sofa into its bed form and asked Jed if he wanted anything. ‘P.j.s? Music?’ Pajamas, okay, but no music, please, said Jed. Whichever genre or content, he thought music would just make him more wound-up. He changed, grabbed an armful of pillows and flung them on the bed, slipped under the sheets, put on the sleep mask and tried to find a comfortable position. He still felt a little too agitated to feel like sleeping, but so extraordinarily gifted Angela had trained herself to be, she could lull Juan Valdez into a tranquil snooze.

Angela unplugged the phone, plugged the stethoscope into her ears, dropped the kneeling pillow in place, slid open the drawer in her desk containing the hand lotion, gave her hands a thin coating, flipped off the light, shuffled back to the bed and lowered herself to the knees.

She began by cradling him by the upper arms. ‘Okay, Jed, you’re going to be all right…I know you’re nervous right now, but before long you’ll be drifting off to Heaven. Just listen to me. Listen to Angie. Your guardian angel. Let your mind immerse itself in the serenity of my protection, and let your body calm itself and sink into the mattress. Now give Doctor Angie your hand…’

She exhaled on her palm, slipped it under his wrist to begin monitoring his pulse and put the stethoscope on him.

‘Good…very good. Time to breathe. Go ahead, inhale, nose…one…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…aaaaaand, exhale, mouth…one…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight.’ She paused. ‘Excellent. Again. Inhale, nose…’

She repeated the familiar pattern with him over and over again, each time leaning just an inch closer to him and lowering her voice a notch. She knew riding down Jed’s pulse and heartbeat would take a slightly disproportionate amount of time in comparison to most other patients, which was perfectly fine by her. The only issue in play regarding the time fluctuation of varied cases was putting them under and treating them in enough time to keep their sessions under the max two-and-a-half-hour mark, and not keep the next patient waiting past his appointment time.

When he was regularly breathing at her preferred rate without her instruction, aware she going to have to toss in a little extra pinch. So she whispered to him, ‘That’s it, Jed. Just sink…you’re fine…now we’re going to go to the Happy Place, Jed. You remember the Happy Place? You remember? Floating with the clouds above the mythical green and gold fields, all your cares magically vanished away? Take yourself there again. Let me fly you there on my gossamer wings.’

Angela put down the stethoscope, rested her head on his chest, started caressing him with her fingertips and didn’t sing but just rhythmically whispered, with her own slight lyrics adjustment—

‘Lullaby, and good night, in the sky stars are bright/May the moon’s silver beams bring you super-sweet dreams/Close your eyes now and rest, ’cause you’re safe in my nest/Close your eyes now and rest, Dr. Angie’s the best…’

Slowing down the tempo towards the end, she finished the song, and shrank her whisper even softer. ‘Ten…’ began the countdown. Once he’d descended far enough, she counted down and lowered him the rest of the way down.

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The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book 1

The following is the beginning of a serial, which will continue as stand alone books. Just for the record, I know much about the subject as I was in a much similar environment. This character is a mixing of several police investigators I have known over the years. Here is the first book in the series. I have tried to keep the sex and violence to a minimum. I have been trying to keep an ?R? rating. That means, no one under 18 should read this. If you are 18 and do read this,...

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The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book 25

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reggie Star must Die! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The trick here was to do this without getting anyone else killed. That was going to be tricky as there were too many loaded people with the drug in their blood stream thanks to mass marketing. My plan was simplicity itself. Set me up in a club and set the place up so it can be defended. ...

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Alice and the BigGirl Rapist

The Big Girl Rapist smiles back and steps into the home of his next victim. He looks her over. Gorgeous: large bust, hips and a bubble ass that so excites him. He admires the sway of her ass as she leads the way to the back bedroom. The Big Girl Rapist had been trolling through For Sale ads in the local paper for the last month looking for a victim. None of his stops had yielded anything until today. God, she is perfect he thought as he felt his erection grow in anticipation. He does a...

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The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book 24

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 4 World Domination Incorporated -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The flight from Japan was going to take 12 hours. The 3-man flight crew, 2 pilots and one attendant, all men, were going to take the small jet, and 20 passengers from Japan to the States. I don't understand this pilot mumbo Jumbo, but the story was...

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My Rapist the Worst Thing That Can HappenChapter 4

The next two days were quiet and lonely. I only saw Sean at breakfast and for a few minutes before we went to bed. I sat around my quiet house all day and wondered if and when my rapist would reappear. Each day I would sit and watch the time pass and each day when he didn't come for me, come to use me, I realized that I was always more disappointed than relieved. I was actually starting to get impatient to be raped again! Well, at least I knew how sick that was. To make things worse, Sean...

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My Rapist the Worst Thing That Can HappenChapter 6

The next morning at breakfast, Sean handed me Mark's cell phone. We decided that it was about time to get phones of our own. It was an expense I really didn't want to take on yet, but there are times, like today, that cell phones are handy. And when is the last time you saw a working pay phone? After Sean left for his class I went to the bedroom to decide what to wear today. I knew it would have to be sexy. But he hadn't told me anything about what he had planned so I didn't know what...

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The Handsome Rapist

I really hope you enjoy this story. My effort has hopefully done this genre justice.*** The Handsome Rapist It was another fine day at the office, if you are really into the weekly Management Team Meeting. I was and took my career very seriously. That particular meeting agenda was important. I had planned what I was going to do at it for the lest ten days. I guess you would have to know more about my past to understand what motivates me to do certain things. I made all the right...

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The Handsome Rapist

Introduction: A controlling female executive learns things she never imagined. *** Based on a PM and some comments in a forum thread. I am writing another first for me. Please understand that this is entirely fictional/fantasy. Everyone has sexual fantasies and if you cannot write about them, or think about them, then what freedom does one really have? Please send me PMs or write a Comment. I like getting feedback… and as you can see from this it gives me ideas. I really hope you enjoy this...

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The Pantyhose RapistChapter 5

The first thing the Bouvier women noticed when they came through the front door was the smell of cigarette smoke. Both of them made a beeline for the lounge room and were quiet shocked to see Detective Mike Harris sitting in a lounge chair sipping wine and smoking a cigarette. He smiled up at the two women and for a second Michele smiled back, surprised to see her lover sitting in her lounge. Then the absurdness of the situation hit her. "Mike! What are you doing here? How did you get...

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A Rapist gets Raped

Introduction: Couple Pays a rapist back for Raping their friend Introduction: A Rapist gets Raped I will be telling this through the first person Character Janet. __________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Janet and 11 years ago I was raped by a guy named Mark. Me and my ex husband at the time lived with him and his wife Gina in their Mobile Home just outside of Atlanta, Ga because we have no where to go. One night while everyone else was...

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Campus Rapist Ch 01

Chapter 1: Melanie’s Story Melanie made her way through the heard of partying college kids, most drunk, being that the party was well into the fourth hour mark. Melanie had only been there for about twenty minutes though, but already she was ready to leave. She wasn’t a big party girl, but didn’t mind them occasionally, however tonight she just wasn’t into it. She just wanted to get out of there, she was tired and the loud music was giving her a headache, but she had to find Poppy first, to...

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A Rapist gets Raped

I will be telling this through the first person Character Janet. __________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Janet and 11 years ago I was raped by a guy named Mark. Me and my ex husband at the time lived with him and his wife Gina in their Mobile Home just outside of Atlanta, Ga because we have no where to go. One night while everyone else was asleep, he grabbed me pushed me down and shoved his dick into my mouth. He made me gag so...

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Stories of a Professional Rapist

I am a professional rapist.  Now I know what most people are thinking, "What is a professional rapist?  That doesn't make any sense."  Well, a professional rapist is just what it sounds like, someone who rapes people for money.  In other words, people pay me to rape women.  They have many different reasons for coming to me:  revenge, rage, wanting to break the victim, or just knowing that that woman they see every day has been violated. How does it work?  It's simple, really.  You...

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My Rapist the Worst Thing That Can HappenChapter 5

The next morning I was up before Sean. I snuck out of the bedroom and made coffee. I made bacon and toast and put them in the oven so that when Sean got up I would only have to cook the eggs and breakfast would be ready. Sean had put in a lot of long days in the past week and he was really tired. It was another hour before I heard him moving around. I poured him a cup of coffee and got the eggs out. By the time he got to the table breakfast was ready. We ate and talked and then, after I...

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Starr Search Ch 00

Prologue My Dearest Starr, I cannot wait for you to visit the West Coast for your erotic adventure. I am dying to be your chaperon and guide you through all the naughtiness we can find and make movies with you as the star. Or, at least actively participating. You have made my journey through the internet an amazing series of erotic adventures and I hope to do the same with the people of California when you arrive this weekend. I had a dream about you last night, which is why I am writing...

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Gem Starr 01 May This Blade Find Its Mark

* Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _ Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Gem Starr 01) "May This Blade Find Its Mark?" By Ron Dow75 [email protected] "Midnight of the Eve of a Full Moon," pronounced a green-eyed girl in a white robe and cowl. "Ere 24 hours hast passed, this spell shalt attain its fulfillment. May all who mock the White Goddess by cursed." "May the White Goddess...

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The Girls of Club Cache Starr Obsession Part 1

The Girls of Club Cache: Starr Obsession [Part 1] By Diana Heche Part 1: Out of the Blue He flipped me onto my back. Grabbing me behind my knees, he opened my thighs wide. My legs, encased in black sheer suspender nylons, were unaccustomed to such treatment and ached in protest. As if he could sense their pain, he took a moment to take them in with a sweep of his eyes. They were long, shapely and curvaceous ending in a pair of highly pedicured feet sporting...

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The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book 27

---------------------------------------------------------------------- Reggie and the haunted clothes ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Word gets around when you are good at what you do. Other agencies were hearing about this very good investigator who had a turn of bad luck and was now taking the unusual stuff, things that a police investigation team wouldn't want to work on because of the "TG" factor. Lets face it, most policemen are...

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Wife8217s a bitch Husband8217s a Rapist

“Hey John, I am getting an early parole. I’ll be out in two weeks! Can I stay with you?” With that one phone conversation John knew that his life was about to change. Again. He had not heard the voice on the phone for over five years now. A lifetime for both of them. Ronald had been convicted of the brutal rape and abduction of a prominent Senator’s daughter. What idiot would be stupid enough to let him out after only 5 years? Now he wanted to come stay with John and...

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The Pantyhose RapistChapter 3

Detective Mike Harris lay on his bed masturbating; his cock was encased in the tan pantyhose Nadine Bouvier had discarded after he had raped her. He had the gusset of the hose over his head and was inhaling the scent the juices of her cunt had left on the hose. He had one of the legs of her pantyhose pulled tight over his cock. He came and a puddle of white creamy semen oozed through the sheer nylon stretched tightly over his glans. He wiped up the mess and dropped the garment into a drawer...

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The Transsexual Rapist

Let me explain myself, as my mom and I seem to be the only normal people in this god-forsaken town. My name is Nicole, but I usually go by Nyx (you know? The goddess of night), I'm 16, Black hair, half White and half Hispanic, blue-grey eyes. I would say my ass is my best asset, just the right size and firmness, I'm skinny, and according to my (almost obese) physical education teacher, on the verge of anorexic. I have a D-cup breast's, with pink, velvet like nipples. My mom is a single...

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The Pantyhose RapistChapter 4

"A re-enactment? Are you fucking crazy!" Michele Bouvier hissed into her phone. "Look, I know it's a big ask; but we have nothing to go on. Forensics is not giving us anything but maybe we can use a re-enactment to establish this guy's MO. What we record during the re-enactment may help convict this guy when we finally arrest him; a pattern of behaviour will add greatly to any circumstantial evidence we might gather," Mike pleaded. "But it won't be shown on TV, not on Crime Stoppers...

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A college girl gets her revenge when the campus rapist picks on her 8211 fiction

I’d heard about the rapist; that’s why I had my dad’s war souvenir with me that night. But I didn’t really expect to need it. I’d been carrying it every day since the second rape. Dad called it ‘the equalizer,’ and Mom couldn’t stand the sight of it. She made him lock it up; but he slipped it to me before I left for college. “You might need it,” he’d whispered. “Some of those athletes don’t know what...

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Love Letter To My Future Rapist

LOVE LETTER TO MY FUTURE RAPIST Dear Rapist: If you find me here in the woods, PLEASE don't be nice and kind and make conversation first. That's what I dread the most. I am very serious about this.?? It's best for me if you break a thin sapling branch off a tree, a real thin one, a "switch". And when you come in, don't SAY anything. I'll be completely naked, just like I am now. Don't announce your name; I don't CARE who it is. I'd really rather not even know. I will put the keyboard...

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Memoirs of a Rapist

Chapter 1: The Bunny-girl She was not one of my first; I had been perfecting my perversion for many years before her. No, she was just one of the most memorable and that's why I start with her. So why did I name her that? Was it her real name. Not. I spotted her one summer day working in her front flowerbed as I was on my way to a client. Her red hair almost glowed in the morning sun. It was beautiful, thick and waistlength, tied in two pigtails like big floppy ears. As I approached her...

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The Humility Rapist

It's kind of a funny story really. Not "Ha-Ha" funny. More like "No, oh god no, not that, please help meEEEEK!!" funny. Heh. I guess it's kinda whatchamacallit Ironical. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I'm a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!") Some of you may know me. I've been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of...

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My Rapist the Worst Thing That Can HappenChapter 7

My rapist finally left. I didn't even follow him out to lock the door. It hurt too much to walk. I undressed and hobbled into the bathroom and took a long hot bath. I soaked for half an hour. Then I dried off and followed the directions for the care of the new holes in my body. I was crying softly as I crawled under the covers and slept for several hours. I was physically exhausted. But I was even more exhausted emotionally. I needed to shut my mind off for a while. I woke up before Sean...

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Lesbian RapistPart 2 Police Woman Betrayed

The room was completely silent as John Pressman finished speaking. He had just confessed to the brutal rape of over 15 young, attractive lesbian women on national television. He had laughed at the police, the DA's office and the judicial system. He bragged about how it felt to shove his 8 inch dick down an unwilling lesbian's throat, to look her in the eye while he fucked her face and she choked on his cock. The soft heavy feel as he fondled her jiggling tits. He loved the mixed smell of...

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Ye pshyco the rapist hota hai pshycotherapist nahin

Kaisey hain aap sab. Main swati wapis hoon apney agle kissey ke saath. Aapney mujhey kaafi mailki mujhey acha laga lekin kaafi logo ney mujhey friend request bheji jo ki mujhey bilkul pasand nahin. Kaafi ladkiyon ki bhi farmaish thi ki main unki virginity todoon lekin saheliyon main koi ladka thodi naa hoon haan ye baat jaroor hai agr aap mere saath company karna chahti hain toh jaroor batayein. Main jaroor koshish karoongi commit nahi kar sakti. Kyunki agar mainey aisey kisi ka saath diya toh...

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Some Thoughts From The Rapist

There is an interesting half-truth propagated about rapists. Experts almost consistently preach, "Rape is not about sex. Rape is about power." The experts will usually continue to point out that many rapists are actually impotent and bottles and such. Perhaps it comforts the feminists --some of whom also claim that pornography is not about sex--to think that rapists don't want to fuck them. Well, it is true that rape is about power--Those experts have no idea how arousing it is to have such...

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The Pantyhose RapistChapter 2

Detective Mike Harris tipped up Michele Bouvier's black leather shoulder bag and spilled out the contents onto the desk in his bedroom. It was now two days since he raped Michele Bouvier in the railway station workshop but this was the first chance he had to explore the contents of her bag. He and detective sergeant Janine Munner had been busy working the Pantyhose Rapist case, waiting for the forensic evidence and poring over the statements they had taken. He knew that nothing would come...

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Offering My wife to a rapist

On Tuesday, my wife called me around 2pm and inform me that we will be having dinner with the rapist in the prison from 6pm till 8pm. I reached around 5:30pm and my wife is already there. She was wearing her tight and short OL outfit. She was so sexy, nobody knows her age is 34 if they didn't ask. She look like 23yo-25yo with her baby face. Her body was still as slim, tight, her skin was so white and smooth. She spend lots of time in the gym and learn kickboxing too so her abs was stunning....

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The Sheriff the Rapist and the Child Whore

He thought about doing the rounds of the local bars, checking on the whores and all the other onerous duties of a new territories Sheriff but he couldn't be bothered, so he just sat there. Around three o'clock Jake Bannister arrived in a tearing hurry, "Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder Mason been raped!" "You sure?" he asked, "Why she has to be fifty and she bigger round than a barn door!" "In the night Sheriff," Jake explained. "You get a description?" he...

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Big Bad Wolf or how I learned to Love my Rapist

big bad wolf  big bad wolf(or how I learned to love my rapist) In 1997 I was renting a house in north london, it was a mid-terrace and the walls were paper thin and the decor hadn't been touched since the seventies but the rent was cheap and I liked it, even if it meant turning the gas fire up on all four orange bars to heat the little place up in winter. It was set in a quiet cul-de-sac that lay behind a busy main road that was dotted with shops and had three local pubs. It was okay. I...

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Im not a rapist honest

Rape fancies are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her date is with me? …. From the moment I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that lightweight squeaky voice. Servile. Cowering. Deferential to power. Oh, my sweet little five foot two princess, you didn’t know it, but you were going to endure one of the most intense and humiliating episodes of your life. And I’ll bet you’ll love ever second and you’ll be my best one...

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My Rapist the Worst Thing That Can HappenChapter 3

The rest of the week was normal. Just like a regular life! I wasn't raped again. No strange men came to my home and abused me. Sean and I still made love every night. Except that now, taking his cock into my mouth and throat for seconds had become a part of our routine. I didn't mind. I liked that I could please him. And it assuaged my guilt. I couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing myself to submit to that man, my rapist. On Friday we went out for dinner to celebrate Sean's promotion...

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