She's a man-eater.. (haunteddreamer && nerdfuck)

[nerdfuck]

Heather had lived in her new home for almost a week now but had somehow managed to juggle work and unpacking very well. Her home was almost completely set up and guest-ready, she just needed to add a few finishing touches. At that time she was planning on having a house-warming party to meet her neighbors. Her landlord had proved nice enough, she could only imagine that her neighbors would be equally as affable.

"Ack!" the woman who stood at five foot five almost slid on the bathroom floor as she stepped out of the shower but just narrowly managed to catch herself on the bathroom counter. Droplets of water rolled down her body from her long, thick brown and blonde hair. Her small hands grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her body and impressive size DD breasts. They were all natural, and as it turned out one of her best features.

Leaving the steamy bathroom Heather wandered down the hallway to her large bedroom and her large king sized bed. She rubbed at her greenish-gray eyes before closing the blinds of her window so she could untangle the towel from her body. It wasn't that she was modest or afraid of attention, as a stripper she had eyes on her and her amazing breasts and thighs almost constantly, but rather she did not want to cause trouble in the otherwise conservative neighborhood.

The young woman combed her hair out and did her nightly routine before pulling on a large t-shirt over her body. She spent so much time being glamorous at work it was nice to get home and just relax, be herself. She left the hallway light on and cracked her door shut before crawling into her bed to relax.

She found her hand moving to her crotch, cupping precariously over the hood of her shaved pussy. She had been so horny lately... all the attention she got from guys at work only served to exacerbate that. She needed some cock in her life and her addiction to sex didn't help that. But she didn't touch herself any farther than that, only sighing and getting comfortable in her bed to let sleep take her.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

His hand reached out and touched the door, caressing it for a moment as he considered the possibilities of what was about to happen. It was the dead of night and he'd approached the house with all the stealth of someone who knew the area by the back of their hand. That was the telling part of all of this as he stood there, listening to ensure none of the neighbors had seen him arrive, his eyes slowly turning into the darkness to gauge if there was any hint of being caught. If he'd seen anything, anything at that moment he would have stopped...but there was nothing, nothing at all. So he reached out and slid the key into the lock, turning it with deliberate precision.

How did he have a key?

He was the man who had rented her the house.

Andrew, middle-aged and strong, he had shown her the home a few days ago and only recently turned it over to her for her to move in. He was a strongly built man, yet belying that strength was a quietness that seemed eerie. Like many men he had found her attractive, he was sure she got those kind of responses on a regular basis. Yet unlike them he had not seemed to be particularly phased by it, he had held a composure which didn't just border on the professional...but the cool. Those stark eyes seeming detached, watching her. It should have been the first hint that something was dangerously off about the man.

Yet most people ignored first impressions, even when they should've paid attention to them. This particular time was definitely one that deserved attention...but all that was past for now, all that no longer mattered. What mattered was the closing and relocking of that door, the presence of the cruel figure cast in shadow and moving through the home with practiced ease, what mattered is the moment when he came to stand by her bedside...staring down at her, and suddenly a hand clamping across her mouth, his voice menacing as he whispered.

"Shh...Don't fight. If you fight, they won't find you." He raised his fingers to his lips, making sure she could see him, know who it was, and making sure she damned well understood he meant business.

 

[nerdfuck]

Of course Heather hadn't expected the intruder, didn't hear a hint of what was to come as the man was so silent and precise coming in. She slept soundly, completely unaware up until his large hand clamped over her thick dick sucking lips, preventing her from talking and more than that, from screaming. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to make heads or tails of what was happening as she jerked on the bed underneath his hand. As her eyes focused she pulled together the sight of her landlord, but he didn't look like he had when she rented the place. He looked much more detached and dangerous. Maybe it was the darkness of night, or the words he growled to her in that darkness, but it scared her.

Her eyes flew wide and she quickly nodded her head, willing to play nice as she waited for the right time to flee the house and his grasp. One of her arms lifted so she could wrap her small hands around his arm, trying to regulate the amount of weight he was pressing down on her so he couldn't harm her more than necessary. Her head turned to the side slightly to glance at the cell phone that sat on her bedside table, she then looked back up at him... surely he wouldn't really hurt her? He had seemed like such a kind man..

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Yeah, that was more like it. A bit more fucking pliancy. He'd had women fight him before and he'd always hated truly hurting them. Oh a little bit of rough housing was nice in the end, but the truth was you couldn't go too far without destroying what had attracted you to them in the first place. What was the point in a woman having perfect cock sucking lips, or beautiful eyes, or amazing tits and ass...if you had to go and start bruising and abusing her to get her to fucking listen to you. No, that was not his way, and while he did like a little pain...he would use something else.

He would use fear to fucking keep her in check.

His eyes were cold, that was true, dangerous but the smile that came to his lips was feral. Feral and possessive, the kind of smile that only a man who experienced triumph could gain. His free hand moved to take her covers and he jerked them off of her so he could see her...hissing out slowly at the curves of that body, the way she moved, and he shook her head just slightly with the hand on her mouth, taunting her as he spoke.

"Now then, cunt," he whispered as his hand cupped one breast...kneading it with painful brutality, giving it a hard slap before grabbing hold once again. "I'm gonna move my hand from your mouth so you can talk, but if you scream, I'm just going to fucking gag you...so...keep quiet...understood?" The hand on her mouth made her nod her head up and down viciously before he slowly slipped his fingers free of her, curling them up into her hair and jerking her up just enough so he could stare right down into her eyes...

"There we go, we can be friends, can't we Heather?"

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather shut her eyes tightly as he seemed to adjust into being in control. She could feel his dark eyes all over her body even though she still wore her loose night shirt. She knew better than anyone that a loose shirt only served to drive the imagination even crazier. It couldn't hide the dangerous curves of her body, the large mound of her thick and heft chest, the little jiggle that erupted from his physical force of moving her around. As much as she had wanted a dick before going to bed she hadn't wanted it quite like this..

When his large hand finally moved away from her sultry mouth she had no choice but to look him into his dark eyes, her gaze much softer and more frightened when compared to his calculating and predatory gaze. She was silent for the time being, listening to his words and watching his actions. It was quite clear what he had wanted from her, the treasure chest between her legs that she put on display for so many men and yet let so few touch despite her addictions. The woman cringed when his hand came down on her breast in a rough grab and squeeze.

"No." She confirmed in a hiss. "We cannot be friends, you fucking bastard. Get off of me. Now. I've already seen your face, you won't get away with this." She was thinking a few years in prison would keep him in line. Or at least keep him away from her.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

He watched her with those haunted eyes, his hand cruel on her breast, the other still entangled in her hair and he gave her a small little smile...for once showing some emotion other than the fury he might be feeling. Other than the terrible hunger. That was the frightening part, how contained it was. He chose to reveal his emotions, chose which ones he would let up out of the hole that was his psyche. His eyes were lambent in the darkness, the eyes of an animal, as that smirk cross his features. What did that smirk say?

It was only a moment of interpretation to realize he was laughing at her.

He loved the hiss, loved the words, but they were so humorous to him. Like a child spitting back disrespect. He leaned in so she could see his face distinctly, his voice low and thoughtful. "Are you, are you going to tell them? Huh? Take a good long look, go on...take a good...long fucking look..." He moved a knee up onto the bedside, staring at her, letting her take in every feature of his face before whispering.

"You think a woman hasn't said that before? Make damned sure you get this in your head, cunt. If I really, really feel you're going to be a tattle tale...I'll just make sure you won't be able to do so..."

He taunted her with that physical presence, his fingers slipping to grip her nipple through her shirt...tugging viciously hard as he leaned in and hissed softly into her ear.

"I'm going to lick the tears from your face, slut...go on, spread your legs. The more you obey, the faster this is over."

 

[nerdfuck]

Oh, she believed him. The look in his eyes, the dark tone in his words, she believed him all too well. In her line of work she met men like him all the time. Men who touched the girls beyond what was allowed, men who tried to get their dicks sucked in the back of their cars afterwards, men who grabbed and bruised women with throbbing cocks in their pants and a demanding presence in their eyes.. just like him. She believed he would do what he said and found herself only taking a deep breath as he hissed those dastardly words into her ear, one of her large tits in his hand.

She contemplated his last commend for a few long silent moments, but soon her thighs reluctantly parted to spread apart just slightly. It signified her obeying his command. At this point tears welled in her eyes just vaguely but they still refused to fall completely. She refused to be that weak. "Why are you doing this?" She managed finally, her velvety voice somewhat trembling with her fear. "You could have just asked... or paid me..." She was not beyond prostitution. "Why did it have to be like this?"

Why indeed.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Why indeed?

Why because when she moved those thighs apart, when she obeyed him, he felt that thrill of conquering. That moment was what hardened the flesh in his pants, which actually got an emotion beyond humor and cold hunger...and instilled a measure of his own lust for her. Passion, need, a wish to devour. That was why, that was why he did it. This moment of fucking victory over her. He kissed her cheek almost tenderly before letting her body free, making a motion towards her that said a definite statement without him saying a fucking word.

Don't you dare move, whore.

His hands moved and he undid his clothing, not really responding to her at the moment, just standing there. He was middle-age, but in good condition considering that fact, standing a little over six feet. His bull like shoulders flexing as the shirt came off, his hand touching his pants and undoing the belt there so that he could slip himself free of the confines of his clothing and she could see him in the darkness. Thick, engorged, ready...the man was a monster, a little over nine inches and he seemed quite ready for more.

He had not spoken to reply to her that entire time as she lay there spread, trembling, and finally he did...finally he whispered.

"I will ask you, one day. Might even pay you, so you feel dirty. But...I think we needed to understand one another. You, are a hole...and I...own it." He smirked at the words, loving just saying fucked up things to a woman as he moved up onto the bed...his voice hard. "Take your shirt off. You can roll over if you like, hide your face in the pillow, I don't mind."

What a bastard he could be.

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather watched him undress in the darkness as best she could, she couldn't help but to do it. It was like watching a train wreck, she couldn't look away. The size of his nine inch cock almost made her eyes pop out of her head, she had never had a boyfriend his size before... Once he was fully nude she looked away at last and occupied her gaze with the window she had stupidly closed before she went to bed. If only she had left it open... maybe then he wouldn't have felt so secure in sneaking into her house and violating her...

As he came to the bed and demanded she removed the shirt she had to swallow thickly as her body rolled in the bed and she slid her arms from the shirt so she could slip it over her head. Her milky skin was revealed to him in entirety. He had a nice view of her large breasts as she rolled over, her tummy, even her perfectly shaved pussy that he was taking by force and enjoying every moment of it.

Heather did indeed roll to her belly and bury her head in the pillow, leaving her plump rear bare to him only. He would find that her pussy was wet. Not because she wanted him, but because she couldn't help it. It stayed wet and any stimulation would only worsen that condition.

"I hate you." She murmured at him into the pillow as she laid bare and helpless.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Hate was something that he could live with, hell it made it all better. His hands came to touch that ass, spreading it and smiling as he found that wetness waiting for him. If she'd been his lover he would have gone down on her, would have slammed his tongue up inside that hungry little pussy and feasted for a good long time...but he was not here to provide pleasure to the little bitch. Not in the slightest.

Though with how she was reacting maybe he'd be in for a surprise.

Instead he spit down on that ass crack, letting the liquid drip down between her thighs, and he moved on top of her. There was nothing gentle about it as he mounted her from behind, his hands sliding up her amazing body to grip her hair once more to force her to arch her face upwards. His other hand moved and gripped her throat, not choking her but the threat definitely there as that head found the waiting and ready lips of her hole and he slowly rocked, almost gently, teasing with the idea of entry.

Then he hilted her.

Hilted. Not as in he entered, not as in he slipped in, not like he just began fucking. No, in one thrust he took her to full depth. He did it with brute strength, his hips slamming home against her ass with a resounding slap that echoed in the room. Every inch of that prick went up inside of her, and once he did so he ground down into her...rocking and grinding, making sure he had her stretched fucking open.

 

[nerdfuck]

No words for her, to no surprise. Heather breathed in deeply as he got into position behind her, his hands sliding along her body causing her to feel mildly sick as she knew what was to come. She couldn't believe what was happening to her right now, and him of all people. Honestly, he could have just asked, or offered to pay. There were so many ways he could have gone about this and this was the least desirable way. It was like he was going to have what he wanted one way or another. He didn't even try to make this easier for either of them.

She felt the head of his massive cock edge up against her pussy lips, the feeling sent goosebumps across her body as her pussy pulsed in anticipation of having a thick cock inside of it. The reaction of her own body was disgusting to her but she grew ever wetter still... the slight pressure on her throat only served to excite her more, even. What kind of a monster was she, truly?

And then he did it, in one fatal swoop he forced all nine inches into her body straight to her cervix and straight down to his balls. She gasped loudly as he made his new home there, her pussy throbbing around his member as it hadn't been filled like that in, well, ever. "Oh god..." She groaned lowly, digging her head into the pillow as best she could with his hold on her. "Please don't..."

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

God he loved begging, how could he not, and with this position he was not about to start fucking her. No, not in the slightest. He remained bottomed out inside of her, feeling her milking the length of that impressive flesh and he lowered his body fully against her. Chest against her back, pressing her down harder, his shoulders moving just a tiny bit as if he were just getting comfortable. It let him placed his head next to hers, so that they could finally speak. Oh, this one was a treasure.

He could feel her slick and wet, the way she pulsed around him, the way she moved and he knew she was loving it. She tightened around him like a glove, gripping and stroking that cock inside of her without him even moving. It would be hard to not just cum inside of her but he tightened his own ass, a measure of control coming back into his features. He had almost lost it, had almost just begun fucking her until she screamed but no, no...this man had something much worse in store for her.

He had defilement.

His voice grew almost soft, almost loving as he whispered. "God isn't here, angel, it's just me...you can beg me, you can pray to me, I'm a fan of that..." He sighed, kissing her throat, moving up to nibble her ear as he kept that slow deep grind inside of her...feeling her shivering and he whispered. "You like that cock don't you, slut, you like being raped...I knew you would...I saw it in your eyes when we met."

 

[nerdfuck]

Her small fingers gripped at the bed for dear life as she felt his member try to slide even deeper inside of her, as if that were possible. It actually hurt to a degree and she made a small noise that identified that. How many women had he raped, she wondered? How many women in this very house, had he abused sexually like this? But oh god, his cock was so damn big. Her little wet pussy throbbed around him by his size alone, and each throb felt just... wonderful.

No. She would not like it. She would not give him that satisfaction, it would only invite him to do it again, and again. She had a problem, an illness, it was not fair of him to use that against her. "I fucking hate you." She clarified as he got comfortable against her, putting even more weight against her little, curvy body. God he was like an animal... a dirty fucking dog just trying to get his fix..

"No." She growled as he accused her of liking it. Her body betrayed her, she knew, but while her body did enjoy it her mind was repulsed. "You're disgusting. Also I suggest you not cum in me." She glanced back at him just slightly as best she could. "I'm not on birth control."

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

He gave a mild little sound of laughter, this time actually making the noise in her ear as he began to slowly rock against her. Actually fucking her. It was not rough, or cruel, not yet...but it was hard, swift shallow thrusts that had him coming out perhaps a few inches before going back in. He wanted to pop the head again and again against her cervix, wanted to hear her pain as he laughed at her. God though she felt so good, that was of course why he had chosen her. A woman like her, this fucking body, she'd feel like a perfect fucking hole.

He loved women like her.

Yet her words had the opposite affect for him, instead of discouraging him he loved the fact that she was not on birth control. His voice grew rougher as he actually began feeling the pleasure of the moment. "Oh? My goodness," he teased in a slightly worried sounding voice. "I guess, I guess I should just stop huh...or maybe, maybe you're offering your ass instead? Is that it? Want a dick up that butt?"

His hand on her throat tightened, jerking her up harder into the thrusts which now became a true fucking pounding. He impaled her, slamming again and again, the bed rocking with the force of his blows as he began to truly rape that wet sopping cunt. His voice grew feral, cruel. "Who you going to tell, cunt? Who? If I cum in you? You're just going to fucking deal with it. If you get pregnant you won't tell a fucking soul...and both of us are going to know. And I'll...fucking...love it..." He hissed.

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather felt a deep sinking in her stomach as he mocked her threat that she wasn't on birth control. She should have known a nasty man like him wouldn't have cared. She should have known he would have even gotten a thrill out of it. It was the most primal of male urges, to rape and impregnate, to control. She gasped out loud as he pulled her up with his hand on her throat. Her hands reached out, quickly grabbing at the headboard of her bed as began to really truly fuck her for the first time. That fat cock of his slammed in, pulled out and slammed in yet again.

Each time he thrust himself in she felt a sharp twang throughout her body, she felt her stomach do flips and the pain of him pushing himself against her womb as he was really too large for her little body. He really hurt her with every thrust in, frightened her, but still her pussy grew wetter and wetter as he forced himself in...

"I'd sooner get an abortion than carry.. ah!... your demon spawn." She threatened harshly as he continued to abuse her poor little body. Her face was growing flushed, her pussy stretching to fit him more and more...

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Maybe she struck a chord with her words, maybe there was something about him that was a bit egomaniac....perhaps delusions of grandeur. Yet her words infuriated him and he tightened his hand harshly on her throat, cutting off her air for a few moments, making sure he had her nice and lightheaded. As he did so he just kept still, wanting her to wonder if she had pushed him to the edge and finally she was going to pay the ultimate price....he waited...waited...

And then he let her go, slipping out of her to push that body back onto her back, wanting her to look up at him as he took her legs to shove them up on his shoulders, bending the little bitch in half as he remounted and slammed deep into her. He leaned down, forcing her knees towards those amazing tits, his eyes never leaving hers...something dangerous and demented as he yelled at her.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

He smiled, harsh, vicious as he began to ram deep...balls slapping into her ass, his motions designed to get the ultimate leverage and force for every blow of that huge dick down into her. His eyes never left hers though as he hammered the words home. "If you get pregnant, you fucking keep it, you keep my child! You'll be mine, I'll fucking tame you if I need to...you think this is over! Do you...! Come on cunt, show me you love it...do it, I know you need to cum...I feel it, you love cock...say it!"

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather gagged silently as he tightened his hand around her throat and completely cut off of her oxygen. She felt her face getting hot as it began to change colors, her throat struggled against him as she struggled to breathe. Finally he released her and she took a deep breath only to be manhandled and jerked around the bed. She was so lightheaded from his choke that she couldn't quite keep up with what was happening, just suddenly she was on her back being yelled out, and then his dick pierced into her yet again. She gasped aloud, dropping her head back onto the pillow as he sunk himself as deep as he could, demanding she keep an child that might come of this..

With every pound into her, her large breasts jumped and the soft squishy sound of her own wetness resonated in the air. In and out he went, penetrating her to her fullest as he completely took advantage of her little body. She could feel it in every fiber of her being, god she had needed cock so bad.. but as he demanded she tell him how much she loved it, she refused. "Fuck you!" She snapped instead, but dropped her head back immediately afterwards.

God, it felt so good to be used like this. "Oh god.." She groaned as he went deeper and deeper, stretching her only to stretch her more again. One of her hands lifted to her breast, pinching a nipple lightly. "Oh god.... I... I love cock." She admitted sharply as she grew closer and closer to the edge and it was so damn true...

She did need to cum.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

His eyes widened at the way she gave to him, but this is why he had done it...obviously he had taken women before, used them, abused them, raped them...but he had felt there was something different about her. Something that screamed at him that she needed this, that she wanted it. It was like a predator detecting the weakest amongst the herd and knowing who to stalk. Who could say what it was? Biology? Psychology? Did it matter at moments like this when a man was taking what he felt was rightfully his.

Her words drove him mad, loving the way she tightened around him, knowing she was nearing orgasm and he moved a little, stomach pulling back so he could slide a hand up and between them. The fingers spread across her abdomen as his thumb found purchase at the top of her cunt...the ball of his thumb moving and unhooding that hot hard clit, rocking down against it...God, those tits...those fucking tits...

He lunched down, catching that nipple in his teeth...giving a low groan as his balls tightened, wanting to cum, but he struggled...holding, he wanted to do it when she came on him, and instead he sucked...sucked her fingers and her nipple. Knowing they were on the cusp of him truly claiming her fucking body...he would obliterate her mind if he could, take her fucking soul, that was what he was...

A monster and he intended to collar this amazing hole.

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather was humiliated by her own admission, betrayed by her body and betraying her soul. She hated him and everything he stood for, she hated men like him, but her addiction and need for sex and orgasms had somehow overrode her common sense and feelings. She didn't want that she wanted him, she didn't like that his cock felt amazing in her warm, wet little pussy. But it did... it felt amazing, she was so close to releasing on his huge dick and she wanted nothing more than to feel that release. God, she needed that in her life... she had been single for far too long.

"Oh god..." She repeated for yet another time as he rocked into her and even went as far as to lean down and suck at her nipples and fingers. That was pretty much the beginning of the end for her. Her head fell back and her breathing grew even more labored. She rocked on his cock in a way that could only be described as needy as he pounded into her. She was cumming... oh god she was cumming.

"No!" She pleaded herself as much as him as her pussy began to pulsate violently around him, releasing on him the most amazing release she had ever experienced... "Please stop...." was her final plea before her body dropped to the bed... ashamed and exhausted.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

That was indeed it, her pleas hardly mattered, nothing mattered at that moment but the velvety feel of her cumming on him. He could feel every shudder of her little tight pussy, felt her gripping and shaking as she finished and he knew he had her...he owned her. He loved the shame, the sheer embarrassment in the beautiful woman's face and he leaned down over her...he leaned down and wrapped her up tight.

It would force her to bend fully, forcing her almost in half, his hands sliding up and underneath her...he panted in her ear as he took hold of her shoulders, her tits pushing against his chest. They were fucking locked together as he whispered...

"I won't make you ask me to cum inside of you, I know you want it," he breathed out into her ear, his eyes closing as he shuddered..."But I promise one day you will be..."

He began to power fuck her, drilling down into her, his hips pistoning with brutal efficiency as his hands on her shoulders braced her and jerked her back into every thrust. His breathing quickened, tightening, a hitch in the sound of it and then his entire body went rigid as he shoved every inch down into her womb and unloaded. He came, groaning out her name, shaking with the power of the moment...filling her full of his seed.

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather was nothing but still and silent as he finished himself off with her. She was dazed, even light-headed after such a powerful cum and rough fucking. She hadn't been had like that in a long time... she hadn't been craved like that in a long time. Her eyes glazed over as he finished himself as deep inside her as possible, it was like he was trying to get her pregnant.

Either way she fell down into the bed silently after he finished with her, legs still spread and chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't pay him much attention as she recovered. He was done with her, she was done with him, now she was just waiting for him to leave.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

There was something powerful in the moment that he found almost like a religious experience. The taking of a woman, her flesh, her need, her desire and breaking it to his own will was something addictive and strong. It coursed through his veins, leaving a heady feeling that carried him...leaving him feeling almost like it was an out of body experience of some sort, detached and just alive. He slowly opened his eyes and stared down at her, giving a small low moan of approval and then he slipped out.

He left her there, left her there completely barren of the feeling of his flesh. Empty inside save for the seed he had spilled deep within. That man had been more human in those final moments than he'd seemed the entirety of their dealings, and perhaps that was the key to the side of him that she might want to find. Desire, decadence, lust...they were all powerful motivators. Even for the cold blooded, even for those with that level of clinical break.

Slowly it filtered from his face as he dressed, his large frame once more hidden, the smell of sex on the air and he whispered quietly.

"This is not over, this is never over. To think that it will be is foolish. You can think whatever you want, but all that will happen is my will..." His hand came out to touch her hair, tracing his fingers through it as she looked away from him and a small smile touched his features. A smile that said indeed, this was just beginning.

And then he was gone.

 

[nerdfuck]

Heather tried to act like she didn't notice it, that eerie feel in the air after he had removed his cock from her. She tried to act like she wasn't bothered by it, but she did notice and she was bothered. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse, yet she felt emptiness where he had once been. She felt dirty and used, like a slut. She loved that dirty feeling, but no, she hated it too. Why was she the way she was? Why did that turn her on so much? Was she really so deranged? Was she fit for an institution? She tried not to notice that either...

Heather clearly heard his words but again dared not react, speak, or appear as if she noticed. She had far too much internal turmoil to handle. Once he was gone she did not call the police as a sane person might have, the fear of his return was far too much and beyond that, she loved it. She just hated that she did. The young woman found herself in the shower, getting herself cleaned, it helped just a little. What was she to do?

~~ (( two days later)) ~~

Heather trotted up the sidewalk of her landlord's house for the first time since the rape. Despite her turmoil that night, Heather seemed to be back to her old self and walked with some jazz in her step and some pride in her posture. The woman's long hair was down and free, as usual. She wore a short dress that was tight on her ample chest yet loose around her thighs. That modest looseness in the thighs was countered by a slutty shortness of the dress, paired with a pair of white heels at least a few inches. A pair of sunglasses hid her eyes. Back to normal indeed, she had no qualms walking into her rapist's house dressed like a slut.

She knocked on the door roughly, but sighed as there was no answer. It was only then that she heard sounds coming from the back yard. She supposed it was a pretty day, he must have been doing yardwork or something of the sort. "Hey!" She called out loud as she carefully walked herself through the grass to his back yard. "I need to talk to you!" Heels did not walk well in the grass, but she refused to take them off and they could be cleaned later.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Yard work was not necessarily something this man did, though the yard was immaculate. More than likely he hired someone to come in and take care of it, and a professional...not some kid in the neighborhood. This was a man who prided himself on appearances, for a variety of reasons, and much like any chameleon...he had to fit into the environment. So the house seemed exactly what it should be. Two stories, quaint, well maintained. It had the air of remaining untouched, as if at any moment he could disappear and the house would be perfect to go on the market.

As she came around to the back of the house she could probably hear after she called the sound of sizzling, the smell wafting through the air, and it was evident what this man thought his day should be...lounging, easy, untroubled. If he was startled by the sound of her voice there was no hint to the fact, there was merely the motion of a man crossing the yard to let her in. He had not heard the sound of cars, had not hard the hustle of men's feet on pavement...

And that was what made him more predator than prey. All the cues of whether danger existed were paid attention to. She was here to talk with him but had not reported him. They were not down at a police station, they were at his back yard, and when he opened the gate to let her come in she was wearing....that? Oh no, maybe she had ever inclination to believe she was here for some kind of confrontation. Yet she was dressed available, ready, and willing...a little slut.

His eyes narrowed, staring down at her before he smirked and murmured. "I'm making lunch, if you'd care to join me?"

 

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Again, Heather seemed to be the vision of 'normal' as he let her in. She didn't hesitate, her breathing didn't change any, she didn't seem remotely troubled to be facing her rapist. Not just rapist, the man who had drilled her with such passion no man had done it before, the man who had released himself inside of her where many other men lacked the balls.

"That sounds terrible, no thank you." She responded as politely as a compliment as she straightened herself out. "I just wanted to talk to you about something." She wasted no time and jumped right into it, straight to business as usual. "I appreciate you having rented me the house on such short notice but I'm going to have to break my rental agreement and move.. you can charge me whatever. I understand. I just don't believe I can continue to be a part of this community."