The stalker [Rape, Anal, Suffocation]

Posted by: Rosangrienta35

Date: 4/23/2070

My first experience being (almost) raped has stuck with me for the last four years and I desperately want to live it again.

One summer night of four years ago, me and my (ex) boyfriend were making out in his car, parked on a hill in the outskirts of my rural home town.

It was something like a hundred degrees outside so we had cranked down the windows and mosquitoes were flying inside, drawn by the interior lights and sucking blood from our naked skin.

The car kept shaking violently each time He thrusted his cock inside me.
I was afraid the handbrake on that old piece of junk would break so my boyfriend left the keys in and put the switch in reverse, just to be safe.

While we were making love  a callous hand grabbed my tits. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s.

Outside was pitch black so I couldn’t see the face of that man, but his nails were long and untrimmed, and He was squeezing my tits like you do to with a stress ball.

It lasted only a few seconds. I expected my boyfriend to get out of the car and beat the crap out of that man. Instead, he started the car and drove us away like a little bitch.

We broke up the same night and I haven’t heard of him since.

But every night I still think about him.

The rapist, I mean, not my boyfriend.

One of my friends later told me that place was used by couples to practice dogging and cuckolding.

I didn’t even know what those were, but looking back, we gave that man everysignal to invite him.

The reverse lights were on (which means come over) and the windows were cranked down (which means you can touch)
It makes me wonder whether that man was really bad or not, He probably didn’t want to rape me, He just thought I gave him my consent with those signals.

So, for the past few years, I have tried to bait a man into raping me, following the advice on the forum. Yesterday evening I almost succeeded. I was so close.

Here’s how it went.

I was drinking a low alcoholic beer at a bar in a bad part of town, feigning dizziness. A stubby fat man, who wore sideburns and a sleeveless black leather jacket, which showed many tattoos on his arms, sat close to me.

I called him by a name I made up on the spot, pretending to know him.

When he answered and told me his real name, I apologized. I told him He had the same beard as one of my colleagues, and that I have a disorder called prosopagnosia, so I really struggle to recognize faces (thus the police couldn’t draw a sketch of him from my testimony).

I was being chatty and flirty, but when He invited me back to his place, I refused. I said I had too many beers and just wanted to go home.

He offered to accompany me back to my place, saying “it’s dark out there and you could make a bad encounter”. Obviously, I accepted. I was so excited.

I walked unsteadily across the streets, passing close to as many dark alleys as I could on the way home, with him just a few feet behind me, but nothing happened. 

I would have loved to be raped into my own home even more, because that idea makes me feel even more vulnerable, but i doubted He would take such a huge risk. Still, I held on to my hope.

Eventually He said He got tired of walking and called me one of those self-driving taxis. I shouted my address out loud to the computer, making sure even He could hear it.

When I got home, I left the door unlocked, got into my night vest, and lied awake on the couch, waiting in vain for him until sunrise.

Do you guys have any other tips to give me? How could I increase my chances of being raped?

For my next attempt, I am considering walking around while waggling a white cane and pretend to be blind. Should I wear sunglasses or white contact lenses? I can get all of those items pretty easily.

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I stared at the screen for well over half an hour. I had read that story twelve times already. It was well written and thought out. The whole message felt like a confession, and there were too many details for it to be made up. This didn’t seem the usual troll or larper.

This could had been worth the wait.

There were no other posts on OP’s profile.
The account itself was created just two days before.

I opened the blinds, trying to get as much light in my apartment as possible, but it was already late at night.

Time to get to work.

The forum’s encryption was no match for my quantum computer. From there I found the email used to register the account.

With this information I found the IP address. It’s in Los Angeles.

That was way too vague, and it could had been a VPN.

I used the email I found to create an account on all major social networks.

A couple of hours and half a dozen cigarettes later, an error message appeared on the screen:  “this email is already in use”.

“Welcome back, Rosa Cruz. Is this your account? Log in or create a new one”

Bingo!

I started looking at all the posts made by that account.

The account belonged to a thirty-one-year-old woman named Rosa Cruz. She was born in Mexico, but she moved to LA a couple of years ago.

That confirmed the IP address was real.

I looked at her photos. She was a beautiful Hispanic brunette, with curly hair, hazel eyes, and more freckles on her face than stars in the night sky.

All of her photos were over a year old, but I was certain that time couldn’t have tainted her beauty so quickly.

Her most recent picture was taken on a balcony with the LA skyline in the background.

In the next one, she was sitting on the hood of an old Seat Ibiza, looking at the horizon.

The license plate confirmed it was in California. If I couldn’t find any other leads on her location on her social media, I would run her name and license plate at the local DMV. I was hoping it wouldn’t get to that. I would have been too exposed, and it would have taken too long.

All other pictures looked almost saturated, but it was just the bright yellow sunlight. They were clearly taken in Mexico.

A younger Rosa was kissing a boy with an ungroomed beard, wearing sunglasses.

In the next shot, she was alone, sunbathing on a sandy beach at sunset. The sunlight shone red on her skin, contrasting her cyan bikini, and exalting her figure.

Then there were a bunch of pictures of some theatrical play. In the centre of a stage, lied a girl dressed in fancy old clothes. I almost didn’t recognize her under that wig.

I kept scrolling back.

She was now a teenager, hugging an old woman with grey hair and a lot of wrinkles on her face, in front of an old house.

The last was a group photo.

A few young boys were crouching in front of about a dozen girls. On the bottom right corner, it was written “Clase 3c-2058”.

I recognized her immediately. She had the biggest smile among all her classmates.

I stared long into her wide opened eyes, mere pixels on my screen.

I had never wanted to protect something more.

Going out to be raped at night, she could encounter a maniac, a sociopath, a lunatic or maybe even a murderer. There are tons of creepy freaks out there.

And who knows what they would do to her? I didn’t even want to think about it. But I did anyway. And those thoughts made me cry.

I pushed back my tears and started scrolling through her posts. She wasn’t as active as I had hoped.

All I found out about her was that she had moved to LA to become an actress, but she only found a job as an extra for a small theatre due to her accent. Therefore, she was taking English speaking classes.

Her teacher had tagged her to a message which contained a key to enter tomorrow’s online classroom.

I would have been there too.

I spent the night awake looking at her pictures and stroking and edging my cock to her, dreaming about raping her, without ever allowing myself to cum.

The next morning, I covered my webcam with tape and unplugged my mic before joining the classroom. As I had expected it wasn’t even protected by a password.

There were dozens of other students, but I only had eyes for her. She was sitting in a very bright room next to an open window which looked onto the green roofs a small suburban neighbourhood. Judging by the window’s height, she must be living on the first floor, I thought to myself.

She was wearing a pyjama with a Christmas sweater on top. I noticed she kept moving her hands below the sweater. I wondered: was she wearing anything else? Was she just warming up her hands? Or was she playing with her pussy under the table where her classmates couldn’t see her?

I imagined myself barging in her room and raping her in front of her classmates. She would have loved to be in the spotlight.

In reality, I would never attempt something that risky. It was just a fantasy.
In fact, logging in her same online classroom for this long was already too dangerous for me.

I had all the information I needed. So, I left, booted up Google Street View, and tried to find a place in LA that matched what I had seen through her window. This process took me all day. Most of LA looks exactly the same.

I had to get some rest before leaving, it was going to be a long drive from my place to LA.

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The brown carpet in the hotel room I was staying reeked of cat piss.
I kept the windows open at all times so the stench was barely bearable, but the sound of dogs barking echoed through the hallway.

For the price I was willing to pay, that was probably the best I could get. Not that I would have ever used it, but the hotel didn’t even have their own wi-fi.

My eyes were glued to my computer. I had spent the last few hours memorizing the quickest way from the theatre to her neighbourhood.

The show was due that very night, and I had bought a ticket in the front row. Most of the good ones were sold out.

I parked my car two blocks away from the theatre. In the trunk I had my drone, a laptop, a spare set of clothes, un unloaded handrailgun, and a tank of bleach mixed with alcohol (though I would have preferred her to be conscious, some chloroform could have been useful to knock her out) and some large nitrile gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints.

As I had thought, the theatre was half empty, safe for the first few rows. If I sat in the back, I would have stood out more.

The play was about an arranged marriage between a Japanese noblewoman and an American admiral. The kind of story you only see in theatres and tear jerky soap operas.

She was the only reason I didn’t fall asleep.
She danced so gracefully on stage in her blue kimono. Too bad she just made a few appearances in the background and didn’t speak a word. If it weren’t for her accent, she would have been casted as the lead actress for sure.

I left before the play ended and rushed back to my car. I changed my clothes and tucked a ski mask under a surgical face one.

I connected my phone to the drone and flew it towards the theatre, looking at the camera stream on my laptop to guide it.
I found her car in the employee’s parking spot and landed my drone nearby.

I heard the engine start. I made the drone hover right next to her. I couldn’t afford to lose her and it was too dark for her to spot my device. I stayed hot on her heels until I recognized the houses from her videocall.

I flew the drone above the buildings and saw her enter one of those new smart homes that plague the LA suburbs. Great news. This would have made it easier for me to enter.

Once the drone had returned to me, I drove to her place, turning off the headlights three blocks from my destination.

I set the alarm on my phone for an hour later, attached it to my drone and flew it next to her window. My phone’s ringtone sounds like a police siren. My plan was to run out of her house as soon as it rang. This will also make her think the police is already after me, delaying her call.

I parked my car near her porch, leaving the keys in the ignition.

I wore the gloves and the ski mask.

I mirrored the screen of my laptop on the only smart tv nearby, then I played a recording I had made with a voice synthesizer.

“Alexa, unlock the front door”

I pulled the handle forward with one hand and grabbed my handrailgun with the other.

She was sitting on the couch frantically pressing every button of the tv remote, trying to turn off the screen mirroring.

I sneaked up behind her and hit her on the head with the butt of my gun.

She fell prone to the floor but she was still conscious. She stood up and looked at me.

I pointed the gun at her and said: “Give me all your money”

She looked at me in the eyes, clenching the bathrobe she was wearing and said: “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything”

“You heard what I said! Take one of your bags and fill it with all the money you have”

I actually had no intention of taking her money, because if I did, she would have certainly called the police to retrieve them. There was a small chance she wouldn’t have done so to report her rape, since
that’s what she wanted.

It was just for show. Regardless, she did follow my instructions, but all she had was the money in her wallet.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes, please that’s all I have got”

“Liar! If you don’t want to give me your money, I’ll take something else from you!”

I tossed my gun on the couch and grabbed her arms, pulling them above her head.

Up close, the difference between our builds was evident. She was over a foot taller than me, and her shoulders were much larger than mine.

She could have easily overpowered me and reach for my gun if she wanted. But she didn’t. Besides, my handrailgun was unloaded just in case.

I untied her bathrobe and tossed it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything else. She started crying crocodile tears.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it with all my might. She let out a scream which I suffocated with my hand.

Her pussy was leaking like a water spring.

“What is that? Are you enjoying it you dumb slut?”

“No, it’s not like that. I just got out of the shower.”

I took the belt of her bathrobe and tied it around her mouth. She bit it and shook her head. Tears flowed from her puppy eyes.

I unzipped my pants, threw her to the ground and went on top of her. The tip of my cock pressing against her entrance.

It all went in without resistance, even as she tried to crawl away from me, her hips were shaking.

She managed to spit out the belt and screamed: “Condom!”

“I ain’t fucking you with a stupid condom you dumb whore! I am giving you AIDS and a baby”

She tried to clench her legs but her pussy was loose. During an actual rape, pussies get tighter because they don’t want to be fucked.

If I hadn’t known that, she would have fooled me into thinking her attempts to escape were sincere. She was a really good actress.

I ravaged my cock all the way inside her cunt. I could almost touch her womb with the tip of my cock.

A loud moan escaped her mouth. It was a moan of pleasure that she disguised as pain. As she opened her mouth to scream, I readily put my tongue inside.

She didn’t try to bite, nor did she kiss back. Her tongue just stayed there motionless, before retreating to the back of her throat.

Since she wasn’t kissing me back, I put my mouth on her massive brown nipple. I flicked it with tongue a few times, going around in circles.

Then I sank my teeth into it as hard as I could, until I felt blood running down my lips. Her scream deafened my ears. It wasn’t enough for me to hurt her, I wanted to leave a scar that would always remind her of me. She would be mine forever, branded like a cow.

I was getting close to cum and didn’t actually want to get her pregnant. So, I pulled out my cock and rubbed it against her anus.

She looked relieved for a moment. My guess is that she didn’t want to get pregnant either.

I pushed it harder against her entrance, but it wouldn’t get in.

I saw her spread her legs further, then she grabbed my shaft, guiding the tip inside.

“I just want it to end. Please just make it quick”

I hit her on the face for that. She deserved it.

I pushed her head to the floor and held her down tightly by the neck.

I fucked her ass as fast as I could. It was tight and rough like sandpaper with the blood dripping on her taint as the only lube.

She could barely breathe. With each of my thrusts she gasped for air, muffling her moans.

I felt pressure rising inside my dick. Her asshole felt much tighter. My cock was so swollen I struggled to move it inside her during my last few thrusts.

I released my cum inside her blood dripping asshole. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was pretending to be unconscious.

While I was wiping blood and cum off my now flaccid cock, I heard my phone’s alarm.

It was time to scram, and quickly.

I took my stuff and ran to the door. Got in the car and drove a couple of blocks away before piloting my drone back to me.

As I left the suburbs, the traffic got heavier.

I spotted a police car just down the street, stuck in traffic with me.

It took my same turn once, then twice. Was it following me or was I being paranoid? Maybe they were alerted by my ringtone?

I drove three times in circle at the nearest roundabout. They took the third exit, without paying me any mind.

I took a long detour downtown, making sure no one was behind me, before heading back to my hotel.

And yet, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something went completely wrong.

What if she wasn’t playing dead? Maybe I had actually killed her. The cops must be right on my tail by now, I thought.

And what the hell came to me when I decided to bite her tit? Forensics could compare the marks I had left on her body with my teeth.
Maybe I still had time to rip them out of my gums and dispose of them. No, it would look too suspicious.

Exhausted, I fell asleep and had nightmares about going to prison. I woke up early in the morning. I packed my things and left without a word, leaving my room keys on the reception’s counter.
As I was driving, I fully expected my house to be surrounded by police cars. But when I arrived there was nobody there. Only neighbours to whom I never spoke.

I decided to check the rapebait forum again.

There was just a new untitled post, written by….my heart skipped a beat… Rosangrienta35! She was still alive! My heart filled up with joy.

The post read:

Success!! Good things come to those who look for them. The man I met at the bar came back for me last night. He was covered head to toe, but I knew it was him because He had the same eyes.

Yesterday I came back home from an exhausting day at work. I just wanted to take a quick shower and fall asleep while masturbating on the couch, looking at that stud who plays Enrico Hernández from “El bosco de los pecados”

Now, I don’t know how, but He managed to hack the computer which controls my house.

When He got in, He threatened me with a big gun because He wanted all my cash. But I needed it and I wasn’t willing to give it up to him without a fight.

So, I just lied and said I didn’t have any. “Hell, search my house all you want, I’ll look with you” I said.

But He wasn’t really there for the cash, I think. Or maybe He thought I was some kind of super rich celebrity just because I’m pretty, wore an elegant dress and own a house.

Either way, He had his way with me. He threw me to the ground and tossed away my bathrobe.

Here’s the thing. The gun He was holding was too big to be handled with one hand, and He needed both to squeeze my tiddies like when you milk a farm cow.

My pussy was overflowing ever since I started masturbating earlier, but only now He noticed.

While I laid helplessly on the floor, He fucked me raw until He was satisfied.

It felt so much better than doing it with a condom!

When He placed his tongue in my mouth, I felt the urge to kiss him but I didn’t want him to know I was having the time of my life.

I gave in when He tried to rape my ass and couldn’t fit his dick in without my help.

He used me like a fleshlight, and when He was done with me, He came in my ass and left me fainted on the floor.

From now on, I am always leaving my door open. I hope He comes back to rape me.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tkii56/the_stalker_rape_anal_suffocation