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The old barn, the barn where no one can hear.
Cass sobbed, it was painful at first, but then a sticky pleasure ran through her body. Richard - that was the name of her kidnapper and rapist, grimly chuckled watching her body tremble as he inserted a large sex toy into her vagina. On the bitten lips appear droplets of blood. "Please" - asks the girl. Cass herself does not know what she is asking. To stop or continue. - Hush, girl. He almost gently touches her cheek, wiping away a single tear. His hands can be gentle, or they can cause unbearable pain. When Cass tried to escape, he injured her leg, making it impossible for her to get out.
His breath is stale, and his teeth are rotten and uneven. But he doesn't seem disgusting to her. Why? His dark, almond-shaped eyes are burning, and his black hair falls down to his shoulders. He has big hands, and... Cass blushes... he has a big penis. He knows how to pleasure her, hitting the right spots and making her body shudder and crave more, extracting moans and screams from her. She probably shouldn't feel this way with a rapist. But Richard can pleasure her if she listens to him.
She moans again, opening herself up to him more. "Oh, like this..." He looks at his victim in admiration. Their bodies are connected, and Cass looks at the joining of their bodies, feeling a dark arousal. Her breasts bounce in time with his movements. Richard pulls her pink nipple into his mouth and sucks on it with pleasure. It's the best treat for him. With his skilled fingers, he rubs her clitoris and watches as Cass shudders in orgasm, clenching around him. This is the best he's ever seen. None of the victims had orgasmed with him, they always screamed and tried to hit him, but Cass seemed to have gotten used to him. Yes, he sometimes punished her for being disobedient, but it was rare. He bandaged her injured leg and never hurt her again.
At first, he planned to kill her, but Richard can't do that. He wants to keep her for himself. Her body, her soul, her moans, and her sweet scent. He gently kisses Cass on the lips, a gesture he's never extended to other victims, and rubs his nose against hers. He wants to apologize for what he's doing. If they had met under different circumstances, things would have been different. But Richard is a monster. Everyone says so. And so does he. And monsters can't love. He looks into her sparkling green eyes. He wants to dissolve in them, to find peace forever. In this very barn, he killed several girls, they were so beautiful and so young. But Cass... He wants to keep Cass for a long time. "I bought food." He hands her a delicious cheeseburger, fries, and a bag of other food. "I know you probably hate me..." He says in a hoarse voice. Cass smiles, all naive and sweet. "No, I don't hate you..." Cass is surprised by her own words. But she's used to him. Or maybe it's Stockholm syndrome.
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The cold metal of the handcuffs makes you shudder. The house is warm and cozy, but you're still his victim. You find out that he has a daughter. How long has it been since your kidnapping? It seems like six months. Richard has changed a bit, found a job, and now he has money.
You live on the second floor, and Andrea thinks you're Richard's neighbor. You find out that his wife, Melanie, died during childbirth. So, you're living with a serial killer. He confessed to killing the girls in that barn. He's now clean, but he still looks dangerous. You wonder if he could just meet any beautiful girl he wanted. He could easily satisfy her, and you remember how big and hot he is. "It's a rape," you tell yourself. But your body has betrayed you long ago. Sometimes he was insatiable, and he would spend almost the entire day and night inside you while his daughter was with friends. You remember his hot breath, his rough kisses, and the bruises on your thighs and chest.
Naturally, he was careful, he gave you birth control pills, and sometimes he used a condom, but rarely. He didn't kill you, but he didn't let you go either. He wanted to control you, he wanted to have someone to take care of. You wondered if your friends, family, and the cops were looking for you, or if they had already given up on you. You knew that Richard was seeing another girl, and she was much more beautiful than you. But he always came back to you. One day you asked if he could stay with her and let you go, and he laughed. "Cass, you're my favorite victim and lover, even if you don't like it. That girl is beautiful, but not like you... You're different, you belong to me completely..."
Richard brings you a huge pizza and undoes your handcuffs. He also puts you in a big bag with things. - Tomorrow is Andrea's birthday, I want you to come down and have dinner with us... - He says hoarsely. "She keeps asking about you.".. You're chuckling. "But if you do something stupid.".. He holds up his gun. "Don't disappoint me, Cass..." he gently touches your cheek with warm fingers. You know what he wants to do after the pizza. His eyes are burning, and he has a tube of lube in his hand. The pizza smells delicious, and it tastes amazing. You eagerly devour the salty and savory slices of pizza, allowing Richard to watch you.
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Your feet touch the fluffy carpet, and you breathe in the sweet scent of pastries and teenage perfume. "Hi, Cass," says Andrea, tossing back her long, thick, black, wavy hair, just like Richard's. She's too beautiful, just like Richard. But he's your captor. You remind yourself. You feel like you smell like him. You exhale. You're just a hole for him to fuck. A living toy, but he doesn't love you. "Cass, come with me..." Richard pulls you back upstairs, and you already know what's going to happen. He doesn't come just for fun. His brown eyes are filled with hunger. You wonder how he doesn't get tired.
Again, the handcuffs and his hot breath. "Cass, you're turning me on." His hot fingers dig into your breasts, pulling on my nipples. You should fight back, but your body gives in and betrays you. His hot, large cock slowly enters you, and you can feel your lubricant sliding down it. Richard growls. "I can't get enough of you, and you'll always be my victim." He hits the right spots, and you bite your lip until it hurts to keep from screaming in violent pleasure. His hands cup your delicate mounds and knead them, stroking your sensitive nipples. "You're so beautiful, I've never met anyone like you, Cass..." His head teases your clit, and you gasp again, your body craving it even as your mind denies it. His creamy essence spurts onto your vagina as he ejaculates. You're also trembling from the orgasm you just had. But it's not enough for him. You know that. You've practically studied his habits and desires.
Richard says, and you obey. You're helpless, kneeling in front of him as he sits on a chair. His cock is still hard and eager for you. The pink head and the pre-cum dripping from the hole.
You squeeze his cock between your mounds and start masturbating with your breasts. His cock is a little sticky from your juices, from the fact that your body wanted the rapist. Something broke inside you, and you began to crave his rough caresses and touches. The obscene sounds echoed through the room, and you prayed that Andrea wouldn't hear or suspect anything. You didn't want her to know, after all, she was an innocent child. And her world was rosy. Richard let out a hoarse moan and pearly drops of his seed decorated your pink nipples, neck and face. - Put yourself in order and come down, down. We will celebrate Andrea's birthday.
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You didn't like it, after all. Your body was just a toy for Richard, nothing more. You've listened to a lot of podcasts about real-life crimes, like the girl who drove her car into a tree and disappeared, or the guy who broke into someone's house and took their victim away, or the various missing girls who haven't been found in 15 or 20 years. But you know that they're probably already dead, and their remains are unlikely to be discovered.
You also saw the pictures in Richard's room, and there were a lot of them - different young women in the pictures, and some of them were tied up and scared. You're sure he killed them. But why is he still keeping you captive? Most likely, to satisfy his sexual hunger. Your body ached from his rough and possessive touch, and he made you take birth control pills every time he played with you. He also made you wash off his DNA.
The coffee smells good, and you inhale the aroma with pleasure. Your leg, chained, aches and hurts, and you bite your lip. His strange, twisted concern for you. He leaves you expensive food and your favorite coffee, but he keeps you chained like an animal. You blink back tears and desperately pull on the chain. You must escape and save yourself. Richard is a serial killer, and his daughter, Andrea, is completely unaware of this. She thinks you are his father's neighbor, a neighbor with a drug addiction. You breathe in the sweet smell of coffee again and wonder how you can escape.
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The scent of the forest hits you hard in the nose, the smell of moss, earth and plants. Your feet sink into the wet ground, but you keep walking. You hope you'll get away from him. From Richard. But your hope is shattered when you hear the sound of his car, he's already looking for you.
- Cass! Cass! Come back! - the authoritative voice makes the blood in your veins run faster, and you move as fast as you can, despite your injured ankle. It hurts, but you push through the pain and almost run. Just a little more, and you'll be safe. But you don't make it in time, and Richard Ramirez catches up with you, sending you crashing to the ground. He's angry, he growls, and he slaps your face with his hand, and you can feel the blood on your split lip. But then Richard slowly and carefully picks you up, as if you weigh nothing, and carries you back to his house. "I'm sorry I hit you, Cass, but you asked for it. You shouldn't have left me. You're mine. Do you understand?"
You feel hot tears dripping from your eyes. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone..." you whine, but Richard just snorts. "Cass, I'm never letting you go. I need you. Andrea needs you, she's missed you. We're a family now, do you understand?" He gently wipes the tears from your eyes, his fingers sliding down your body until they reach your hard nipples. "Cass..." he says in your ear. You know what's coming. Over and over again. Richard inserts two fingers into your pussy, and you arch your back slightly. You feel disgusted with yourself, but you can also feel the lubrication coating his fingers, your body accustomed to his rough touch and eager for it. "No one will ever be able to pleasure you the way I do." Richard says hoarsely, watching your mouth open in a silent moan.
His fingers fuck you roughly and quickly until you scream and come hard on them. He licks your juices off his fingers and his dark eyes gleam with primal hunger. "You'll clean up, and Andrea is waiting for you, and we'll all have dinner together. I've prepared some Mexican dishes."
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It smells of night and withered leaves, and you breathe in greedily. The sounds of the forest surround you, but you are not alone. The handcuffs dig into your wrists, and Richard practically growls as he tears your clothes off. He bends you over the bumper of his dirty yellow Toyota.
"Cass, damn, I can't, you're arousing me so much..." His large hands cup your soft breasts, his fingers teasing your creamy pink nipples. You moan, your body too accustomed to this, to his rough, possessive touch. You've never been sexually active, but Richard has literally made your body crave him, and you feel your wetness gripping the emptiness within you. Was it truly meant to be with Richard? With his cock? His strong arms lift you off the ground and impale you on his hot, big cock. You can literally feel every vein on his shaft and the way the head kisses your vaginal walls. You moan loudly, unable to resist him again because you feel unbearably aroused. "Cass, Cass..." The killer growls, thrusting deep and hard into you, causing your breasts to bounce and your nipples to harden even more.
You're whining. Tears of desire fill your eyes. You can't explain why you want this so much. Maybe he's adding something to your food. Something возбуждающее. But only his cock can provide relief from this itchy arousal. You know it's wrong, that he's holding you against your will, that you should run away, but these thoughts become a blur, and you dissolve into him, into Richard. Your nipples ache sweetly from his hard pinches and you scream, dreaming of coming. - Tell me it... Tell me it, Cassie, and I'll give you what you want. You're gasping, the handcuffs are hurting your wrists, and you say with bleeding lips, - Please, Richard... I want to come. He squeezes you harder, pressing you against his hot body, and you feel like you're merging with him, becoming one with him, feeling his rapid heartbeat. His hands are all over you, and his hard cock penetrates you again and again.
With a roar, he spills a powerful stream of cum into your vagina, and you see spots as you reach a strong and dirty orgasm, writhing on his cock and spurting your juices onto the cold ground. "Cassie, you are my perfect victim, my love..." The killer kisses your temple passionately, still inside your body. "I am ready to fill your body with my cum again and again, to cover you completely, Cass... Because you are mine. No one will take you away from me." - you hear his dark promise. You don't know what to do next, you're too tired and tired of your thoughts. - Andrea's already back home, let's go to McDonald's and then drive back... You feel his cum dripping down your thighs, and your pussy is still trembling, and Richard notices, his eyes darkening again. - Cass, I'm going to fuck you again in the car. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. His dark promise resonates throughout your body.
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You exhale, looking out the window. This little American house, and no one knows what's really going on here. No one knows that you're a victim. You've seen your photos in the newspaper that Richard left in the car, and you've secretly taken it to your room. He doesn't plan to kill you yet, but you don't know what's going to happen next. You've seen photos of his other victims... "He just likes to fuck me," you think with sadness. You're tired of it, and every time, Ramirez uses your body twice a day. He likes to fuck you in the morning, when your body is sleepy and soft and responds easily to his touch, and in the evening, after he comes home from work.
You just need to be strong and patient, and then you can escape from him. You're feeling exhausted right now, but at least you have books and coffee in this prison room to distract you.
The chain on your leg is rubbing your ankle uncomfortably, and you're wondering if you can tell Andrea who her father, Richard, really is. You know that she loves him, but Andrea is your path to freedom. "But could it be that Ramirez is obsessed with me because he likes me?" You're also wondering about that. Or maybe you're just another victim for him to play with and then bury in the woods...
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Andrea goes away for a few days to visit her friend, and Richard unleashes all his demons. He fucks you in his courtyard. Your body heats up under the hot rays of the sun, sweat trickles down your skin. You moan, you moan loudly. His cock massages you from the inside so sweetly that you can't hold back.
The sun on your skin leaves kisses and freckles on your face. For the first time, you don't feel like a victim; you actually feel good. His hands massage your breasts and tug at your nipples, he speeds up his movements, rotating his hips, bringing you intense pleasure. You seem to forget where you end and Richard begins. You impale yourself on him, moaning lewdly, not caring who sees you.
His sperm spills into your vagina, and you scream and cum, your whole body shaking. It feels like stars are twinkling inside you, like a galaxy has exploded inside you, it feels so good. Richard Ramirez embraces your trembling body; you're still too sensitive. And you still want more. It seems you've become addicted to his cock and sperm. "Let's go for a swim, in the pool..." He kisses you and carries you in his arms to his large pool. The water pleasantly cools your heated skin, and you sigh blissfully. "I knew you'd get used to me and like it..." he says hoarsely, handing you a cold cola with ice. "You're so perfect and sweet... You were made for me..."
He presses his hips against you again in the water and thrusts his eager cock into you again. -- Please... you sob. You impale yourself on him, your aroused pink nipples rubbing against his skin, making him growl and thrust harder and harder.