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It was a cool October evening. It was sprinkling rain and the wind was howling slightly. I reached down and zipped my jacket all the way up. I was waiting patiently outside the school, doing my best to stay warm. I knew in a few minutes I was going to warm up rather nicely.
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My name is Carl and I work as a custodian at a middle school. The job pays the bills and lets me indulge my passion, I’m a serial rapist. I move from town to town. After striking, I get a new identity and set up shop in a new location. I had been with this school district for about six months, I’d been working on a transfer to the high school. Although some of the twelve year olds were starting to interest me the real yummy stuff was at the high school.

I had always picked students for targets before but there was a teacher here who caught my eye. She had the sweet, innocent look that I want in a victim. She had pale skin, blue eyes and red hair. I estimated her to be in her mid twenties, but she could have passed for a teenager. Her name was Tricia, she was maybe 5′3″ or 5′4″ with a slender build, around a hundred to 105 in weight. She had a reserved, almost shy personality, but she was well liked by the other teachers and very popular with her students. She was a very conserative dresser, she usually wore slacks with loose fitting tops. When she did wear a skirt she didn’t show much leg, usually knee length or longer. Always wore low heeled or flat shoes. She wasn’t hot, but she was pretty in a little girl sort of way that turned me on.

I started to go out of my way to find jobs that would keep me near Tricia’s classroom. The more I watched her the more convinced I became that Tricia must be my next victim. I cancelled my request for transfer to the high school.

It was a Tuesday and the students were on lunch recess. I was doing some painting across the hall from Tricia’s classroom, leering at her as usual. The angle I was at let me see her without her noticing. I saw her look around as if to make sure no one was looking and she put her foot on a chair. This was one of the rare days she wore a skirt. Her pantyhose had twisted around her ankle and as she pulled them straight she slowly moved up her leg, smoothing her nylons as she went. She moved her skirt up showing me the thighs I had dreamed about. After she finished she pulled her skirt back down and sat at her desk. If the building had not been full of witnesses I would have taken her right there, instead I went back to the boiler room and frantically jacked off.

About two weeks later I was walking past the teachers lounge and saw Tricia there by herself. It looked as though she was having trouble with the microwave. I quickly saw the problem was that it was unplugged. I walked up behind her and placed one hand on the countertop on either side of her, boxing her in. Let me get that for you Tricia. As I plugged it in I rubbed my raging hard on against her ass. I could feel her stiffen as she became nervous. I told her in a low voice, if got anything else that needs fixin missy, you just let old Carl know. As I pulled away I brushed my hands against her thighs. I counted on her being too shy to report this, and I was right.

About two months later on a Friday afternoon I got my chance. Mr. Palmer the principal called me over and told me Carl, everyone is gone for the day except Tricia, she has some tests to grade. Make sure she gets to her car safely before you lock up. No problem Mr. Palmer, Tricia is in good hands with me. I followed him to the door and locked it behind him. As I watched his car pull away my prick began to stiffen in anticipation.

I walked into Tricia’s classroom and found her working on some papers. She glanced up and saw it was me. She had made a point of avoiding me since the incident in the lounge. Sorry to hold you up Carl, I can finish Monday. It was obvious she was frightened to be alone with me. As Tricia hurried to put her coat on I told her you won’t be going anywhere for a while sweet thing. She froze then and I started to walk closer to her. You’re a pretty girl Tricia, I like pretty little girls. I could see the fear in her eyes now. There is nobody here but you and me Tricia, I have been waiting for this for a long time. I grabbed her arm as she tried to run for the door. I pulled her against me with one hand and yanked her head back with her ponytail with the other. Let me go Carl, let me go or I’ll scream. I mashed my mouth down on hers and tried to kiss her but she clamped her mouth shut and thrashed her head back and forth. She started to scream HELP, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME. I grabbed an eraser off the chalk board and pinched her nose shut. When she opened her mouth to breathe I crammed the eraser as far in her mouth as I could and wrapped it place with duct tape from my tool belt. I pushed her down on her desk and bound her hands behind with the tape. I began to squeeze her ass through her slacks and fondle her breast’s with the other hand. You got little girlie tits Tricia, I rasped in her ear, just like the little girlies I usually fuck. She was gagging and chocking on the chalk dust now, I decided to move her down to the boiler room. I pulled her to her feet with her ponytail and began to drag her towards the basement. On the way out of the room I grabbed a three foot wooden pointer from the blackboard rail.

I closed the door to the boiler room behind us and removed the eraser from her mouth. Please Carl, let me go, I won’t tell, just let me go. I held Tricia by her ponytail and slapped her face hard five or six times. Speak when your spoken to bitch. This shut her up but she started to cry. I took a coil of rope and tied one end to an overhead pipe. Then I removed the duct tape from Tricia’s wrists and tied her hands together in front of her. I tied the first rope to her bound wrists and pulled until Tricia had to stand on her toes to keep her balance. I tied the end off to another pipe. Tricia’s wrist’s were burning and her shoulder’s ached from being stretched this way. Her small breast were pressed against her blouse by her arms being pulled over her head. Wwwhat arre you going to do me? She was stuttering with fright. I loved her fear. I put my face next to hers and said, I’m going to bad things to you Tricia, I’m going to hurt you real bad. I ripped her blouse open then, her buttons flew everywhere. I mauled her little girl breasts, her face screwed up with pain as I squeezed and twisted them. I took a utility kife from my belt and sliced through her bra straps then cut the material between the cups. I pushed the remants of bra away and roughly sucked and bit her breasts. I placed my teeth on her right nipple and bit down hard. AAAGH she screamed in pain. No one could hear her. Thats it baby I told her, scream for Carl, scream for your rapist.

I moved my hands down to Tricia’s waist and pulled her belt off and pulled her slacks down around her ankles. I took her shoes off and finished removing her slacks. She was wearing brown pantyhose under the slacks. I admired her legs and began stroking her thighs. I pulled her hose down and sliced through either side of the waist band on her panties, yanked them off and then pulled her pantyhose back up. Then I sliced the crotch out her hose and ripped them open.
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