ACT I: Humble Origins

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No Means Yes; A Rapist's Tale. Act I: Origins

You were fourteen when your committed your first rape.

A Friday morning, alarm clock chirping, opening your eyes with annoyance. You had been having the most wonderful dream about your mother, big sister and little sister, all of them bound and gagged as you violated them one at a time. Ass first to break them, pussy next to get them knocked up. Despite being a virgin at the time, the routine seemed completely and utterly natural. That pleading look that eventually gives way to ecstasy, the way they begged you to cum inside them and get them pregnant... But of course, that was just a dream. But how long are you going to just dream about these things before you do them? You can't just dream about them any more. Today, you promise yourself, you will rape someone.

You hear cooking from downstairs; Mom is probably up already, making breakfast for the family. A few years ago she divorced Dad, and since then you have occasionally seen other men drift in and out of her bedroom. You both know she is a slut, but neither of you says it. You visualize her golden blonde hair used as her own gag, her clothes stripped away, over sized breasts free to meet the chill air, as you rape her.

The sound of water informs you that your bitch of an older sister, Sarah, is already in the shower. She will probably use up the hot water, leaving you blue skinned as well as blue balled. Her red hair was one of the reasons for the divorce; Dad was certain she wasn't his, since neither him nor Mom had red hair in the past several generations. She takes after Mom in all the good ways, though, especially in the tits department and back door. Pity she couldn't take after Mom in personality. At sixteen, she is no innocent; if anything, she is more of a slut than Mom.

The scampering of light feet alert you to full wakefulness. Your brunette little sister Mia, at twelve years old, doesn't have the same features as Mom, but there is an innocence and naivity about her that makes you want to drill her pussy until pleasure becomes her world. She disappears into the second bathroom for a minute, then runs back to her own room.

That decides it. There are three - three! - hot women for you to fuck, so what are you doing still in bed? You pull yourself up, silencing your alarm, before choosing your target. You have fifteen minutes before the school bus, long enough for one rape, but that is about it. Choose your target

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