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Peter Lindsey left his apartment at about 5:00 am, and proceded to walk towards the bike path leading running alongside the campus grounds. Something he considered to be a great blessing was being able to live so close to campus, where there was such a rich supply of hot girls available to him. Of course, they had little interest in him most times, but that was of little consequence, since he took what he wanted. He knew from past experiences, that at about this time girls would be just starting to jog alongside the bike path, as they did every morning. Many of them were students, but some were just women who lived nearbye. It little mattered to him wether they were students or not. All he cared about was that they had a cute little ass, and that they would not be able to resist his attempts to force himself on them. This was not something he was unaccustomed to doing. In fact, he had raped many girls both on and near campus, and rarely did he have any trouble succeding in his attempts to take from them something that they were unwilling to give. He never had any trouble with the law as a result of it either. The reason for that, was that, simply put, he was smarter than most rapists. He had the patience to formulate a good plan ahead of time so as to not get caught. He always dressed in all black, from head to foot. That way the chances of him being seen were reduced dramatically. As well, he knew better than to target a girl that appeared muscular enough to be able to overpower him and stop him in his attempts to force himself on her. But the most original, and more importantly, the most effective tool in preventing getting caught that he used was that he always wore a condom. He wasnt about to cum inside some girl, leaving vital evidence for the police to find, and use to convict him. On top of that, he knew that people would be less likely to believe a girl was raped by a guy who took the time to take the necessary precausions. After all, if you are a rapist, what is the need of using a condom? He knew this to be a very deceptive way of covering his tracks, and more importantly, making way for him to be able to do it again in the future. Even now he had one ready, with the packet torn open almost all the way, in his shirt pocket. That way he could get it out and slip it on in a matter of seconds. He had thought of putting it on first so as to already be ready when the time came, but he knew that keeping a condom on his limp penis would be uncomfortable enough when walking, and even more so when he got hard. After walkin a few minutes he reached the bench at the bus stop, wich was conveniently shrouded by trees on either side, and was far enough from the road that he could sit there unnoticed for as long as he needed to be able to spot his next victim. He sat and watched girls jog by for a few minutes, noting that almost all of them were jogging in pairs. This did not discourage him though, since he knew it was only a matter of time before some dumb bitch came joggin along by herself, just askin for it. He chuckled to himself while thinking of the popular misconception that people like him raped because they wanted sex. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The real turn on for him in raping girls, was the tremendous feeling of power he got from taking what he wanted from them. Being able to forcefully enjoy the fruit of a womans body was the most liberating thing he ever experienced, and he wasnt about to stop pursuing that now. His concentration was broken as he noticed a young girl approaching. She had to be about 20, and without a doubt was a student. She was blonde, and had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her shorts were short enough that he could easily get into them with ease, so with that he dubbed her his next victim. But just as he was about to rise to follow her from a safe distance, a girl sat down on the bench next to him who he found to be very attractive. She was wearing jeans that were just tight enought that her cute little ass could be noticed, but not so tight that she lookd uncomfortable in them. She had on a tight white t-shirt that strongly accentuated her large, vuluptuous breasts, and she wore sandals that allowed her painted toenails to be seen. She had long brown hair, wich seemed to go very well with her dark, tan skin. She wore a little makup, but not so much so as to make her look cheap and unattractive. But the thing that turned him on about her the most, was her scent. He wasnt sure whether it was that she wore just enough perfume to arouse interest, or if it was just the smell of whatever shampoo she used, but he found himself almost intoxicated by the sweetness of her aroma. Just as he was considering a way to coerce her into coming with him somewhere so he could carry out his plans to rape a girl, she spoke up and asked, "Are you waiting for the bus?" He was startled by her addressing him with the question, so it took him a moment to gender a response. But he finally said, "No, I just came out to enjoy the morning air." He wanted to kick himself for the stupidity of such a statement, knowing it sounded dumb. He figured that whatever interest she had in him up until now had quickly dwindled. But then he thought to himself that that only served to further confirm to him his need to rape. If he was able to coerce girls into havin sex with him, he might not feel such an aggressive feeling of frustration and anger towards them to the point of wanting to rape. But surprisingly, she was not put off by the statement, but simply nodded a little in recognition. She then said, "In that case would you like to come up to my apartment for a few moments for a drink? I know it's early in the morning, but I couldn't sleep, and would really like some company." "Sure, I would love too." He said. He was quick to answear, not wanting to seem hesitant. But at the same time, he was very taken aback by her request, because it wasnt something that had ever happened to him before. He didnt know quite what to say or how to act in such a circumstance, but he dare not pass up the opportunity that was right in front of him, so he conceded to go along with what she asked. Admittedly, this was untreachered ground for him, and made him nervous because he knew that from this point on he was not the one in control, wich was a switch for him. He was not confident enough in himself to feel at ease in such a circumstance, but at the same time, he felt an overwelming feeling of joy at the thought of being with her. He followed her to her apartment, wich was only across the street from his apartment, and to the left a little. Within minutes they were inside, and as the door closed behind him, he became more aware of his rapidly increasing heartbeat. He stood akwardly at the door while she made her way to the kitchen to make him a drink, wich only took a second, and then she was back. She handed him a glass, and though he was unaware of the contents, he dare not do anything to offend her, so he quickly downed the contents, wich he found to be a relaxing fix that he much needed for the moment just to keep his cool and appear at ease. "Can you have a seat while i change into something a little more comfortable?" She asked while motioning towards the black leather lazy boy recliner. "Sure, take your time." he said, while plopping down into the chair. As she was walking back to the bedroom, he noticed how comfortable the chair was, and even thought that he could easily fall asleep in it. Wich was something that he felt like doing. A few minutes passed, and he found himself feeling more and more relaxed. So much so that he grew worried as to why he was feeling that way. He lifted his head up for a second to try to wake himself up a little, but when he did, he noticed that the whole room was spinning, and he had to exert extra effort just to keep his head up. It was then that he knew that something wasn't right, but before he had time to process that thought, he passed out.
Upon regaining consciousness, Peter found himself lying on a bed totally naked, with both his hands handcuffed to the bedpost, and with a pillow propping his head up. Standing in front of him were three beautiful girls, one of whom he recognized as the girl that he met at the bus stop. He thought that the other girl looked kind of familiar, but he couldnt be too sure. She had short dirty blond hair that came down to her shoulders, and wore jeans and a long sleeve green button down shirt. "Hello, remember me?" She asked. Upon racking his brain, he could not for the life of him pinpoint where he knew her from, but her face was definately familiar. Noticing the lack of recognition displayed on his face, she said, "I'll help you out. I'm one of what I think could be the many girls you have raped. I know I'm not the only one, because I have friends who claim to have been assaulted and raped by someone matching your description, but who did not want to come forward to be recognized." Upon hearing this, he knew that he was in trouble. "You've caused alot of heartache. I know cuz I'm one of your victims. But that isn't really what bothers me the most. What bothers me the most, is seeing what you have done to the rest of the girls I know. Do you have any idea what it's like to be raped? It isn't pleasant. I don't expect you to know that. I know someone like you thinks of no one but himself. But that's ok. After today you will learn how devistating of a thing rape is to a woman. You see, we are going to see that you never rape another girl again. We are going to castrate you." She paused for a moment to let what she just said sink in. An overwhelming feeling of horror came over him, and he realized the absurdity of the girl from the bus stop really wanting him. He knew now that he had been lured into her apartment and drugged for this purpose. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? He could feel the animosity towards him amongst the three girls in the room, and he knew that his pleadings to not be castrated would fall on deaf ears. "I'm Melissa," the girl from the bus stop said,"and this is Amy." She pointed to the third girl in the room, who he had failed to pay much attention to. "Amy is a pre-med student." His original rape victim said. "She is going to surgically castrate you today. I know this comes as a shock to you, but there is nothing you can do or say that will change our minds. You signed your balls over to her the day you decided to rape me,and my friends." Amy said, "You have already been given an injection in your groin with a drug called Marcaine. It's like novacaine, so you wont feel any of this." "Listen," He began,"You don't have to do this, you can send me to jail if you want, I would much rather that than this. Please, don't castrate me, I'm sorry I raped you,and I'm sorry I raped your friends. It won't happen again, I swear." The girl he raped said, "You are right about one thing, it won't happen again. Jail is no punishment for someone like you. You deserve to lose the right to even jerk off, wich is something you could do in prison. No, only being neutered can equal the humiliation and embarrassment that you have caused by forcing yourself on innocent girls. This is a more than fair punishment. You raped, now you pay the price." He buckled in fear of the thought of losing his balls. How could he go on? The apex of his whole life was raping young girls, and now he would never be able to do so again. Every time he went to pee he would remember this. Every girl on campus would be laughin at him and rejoicing in his demise in no time. Girls used to be his victim, and now he was becoming theirs. He watched as his balls were removed in a matter of minutes, and placed in a jar with some sort of preservative liquid in it while the other 2 girls watched in utter delight. The girl he raped said, "And as for your balls, I know alot of girls that will consider them to be a great trophy of victory for women everywhere. They will be in good hands, trust me." After a few days with no balls he noticed that he could no longer get an erection, and on top of that, everywhere he went, he heard snickers and laughter from girls he didnt even know, wich confirmed his suspicions that word had travelled all over campus as to his castration. Now he hd no choice but to let them snicker and delight in the knowlege of him losin his balls.
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