This is a fiction story, the characters are make believe, it never happened. Rape is just plain wrong.

I don't know what first attracted me to her, maybe it was the fact that as I run to work each day I see her cycling by, maybe it was seeing her curvacious body and those luscious boobs straining her tight fitting bike pants and top to near bursting that first started me thinking about her.
A quick description, I thought she would have been in her late 20's maybe very early 30's (as it turns out she was a very sexy 38 year old), about 5'7 and not a shade over 68kg, she had legs that just went on and on but they were nicely sculpted what with all the exercise she did, her boobs, a perfectly formed 36C, with nipples that always seemed to be at attention, her lips were full but not botoxed fake and her eyes were the most jade like green you have ever seen, her shoulder length blond tresses always glinting in the sunlight as she sped by.
Me, at 6'3" and 115kg, a baby blue eye and mouse brown hair I always stand out in a crowd, unfortunately a piece of shrapnel from an Al Queda militant's rpg 7 meant that I also stood out in a crowd because my face has a red jaggard scar running from my left temple, through my left eye, down beside my nose and through my mouth, ending just below my lower lip. If you look inside you will see I am missing more than a few teeth and I usually wear an eye patch when in public.
I am not bitter about the scar, hell it is a great conversation starter for a certain type of girl, and I felt honoured to have served my country , but, most of the time people avoided me especially good looking women.
I had one of the worst weeks, the medical review had just finished monday and so had my career, a partially blind soldier was no use they said. Some kids stole my car and left it a burnt out wreck at some park in the middle of nowhere that wednesday, thursday my grandfather had passed away and now my girlfriend had decided that my tours in Afghanistan had "changed" me and had done the bolt.
Anyway, I was running to work on friday morning, I always left early so that I could shower and change before anyone else got in, the scar on my face wasn't the only one. As I ran into the park I was looking out for my bicycle girl, she always passed me just after I entered the park so I always ran just off the path so she could cycle by without running into me. Today she was riding slowly, obviously listening to one of those annoying ipods, not paying attention to the road around her or more importantly, not paying attention to the truck that was coming up real fast. I yelled but the music was obviously too loud, as she was only a few meters away from being collected by the truck I did the only other thing I could think of... I sprinted the last little bit and tackled her,bike and all. We both crashed to the ground, and the truck roared past, oblivious to our little scene.
As I picked myself up of the ground I tried to help her up too, only she wasn't having any of that, the mouth on this lady was increadible, she knew more curse words than many a sailor I have met and they were all directed at me. I tired to explain to her what she nearly ran into but I could not get a word in edgewise, and then she said it.... "get away from me freak!". I was stunned, lost for words, I just stood there while she jumped on her bike and rode away.
Well, the day passed and then the weekend, but all I could think about was the things my cycle girl had said to me and the way she had said them. Freak! I hated the word! I went to bed thinking about everything, the med review, the car, the ex, and my cycle girl. On sunday I packed a few extra things into my backpack for my run on monday.
Monday arrived, It had been raining overnight and more was forecast but I knew my cycle girl would be there. I had the perfect place in mind, the path ran through some trees in the park and there was a section where the bushes were right at the edge of the path. I got there really early and waited. Sure enough, right on time my cycle girl was riding through the park and fortunately there was noone else about, just before she got level with where I was hiding, I leapt out of the bushes and putting all my weight behind it , I punched her off her bike. She went down like a sack of potatoes.
I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulders, and I picked up her bike, I dumped her bike in the trees and carried my unconsious cycle girl into the storm drains at the back of the park and into one of the pipes. I knew from my youth where the pipe opened up into a huge chamber that was high enough to stay dry and far enough into the system that no causal passer by would hear anything.
I dumped her onto the upper ledge and taped her mouth shut, I tied her wrists behind her with cable ties and then twisted her ankle for her, there was no way she was going to run. I had to wait until she woke up so I set up the blanket and the lantern and a few other "toys".
By the time she woke up, she knew she was in trouble because she tried to scream when she realised her hands were tied and she couldn't open her eyes. I laughed at her and told her that she should shut the fuck up and listen to me. I told the bitch that her mouth shouldn't be used for the language that came out of it last friday it should be used to suck cock. I told her that I may have saved her life that day but instead of thanking me all she did was abuse me and call me a freak. I explained to her that freaks liked freaky sex and seeing as how she had rewarded me with scorn and abuse on friday, today she could reward me with the use of her body. She didn't like the sound of that but she was not really in a position to do anything about it.
I let her feel the knife I had against her throat, I told her that if she didn't behave that I would just cut her throat like a pig and leave her here for the rats. She stopped squirming about and stooped screaming too. I cut ...


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