The Tale of an Evil Rapist Bastard

A sick bastard gets his dick cut off by a poor victim after he 
brutalises her.
A glimpse into the mind of evil.

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I never thought she'd cut my cock off!
I mean, deep down I probably knew I was doing wrong wanking into 
her knickers, but it's not a capital offence, doesn't deserve what 
she went and did to me, for fuck's sake!!
It all started just after she'd moved in; I've always lived with 
girls, and I've never really abused that opportunity.
Sure, I'd wanked outside their door while they were asleep, or else 
got my dick out while their back was turned, but as a whole I'd 
pretty much kept my spunk out of their affairs. Which I think is 
more than reasonable.
OK, fair enough Sally caught me that time tossing off outside the 
loo while she was showering. That was a bastard to explain, but it 
was all pretty amicable - she moved out not long after that.
Oh, and Nicole saw me touching my hard-on through my trousers that 
time when Jo was bending over in that short skirt of hers, and 
SHE wasn't impressed, but as I say, on the whole I'd behaved like 
a gentleman towards women until Vicky moved in.
  Then SHE came. Vicky. All attitude and laddishness.
I didn't fancy her, that's for sure, but there was something, well 
FUCKable about her. She just WANTED a portion, no doubt about it.
I had to use all my decency and strength of character not to just 
bloody push her down and rape the fuck out of her. Not just when 
I had a horn or she was wearing molest-me outfits, but ALL the 
time, 
when she moved her ankle a certain way or moved her lips about.
When she was first up in the morning and looking tired and 
vulnerable.
When she used coarse language. When she spoke.
All the while I just wanted to get her on the floor and violate 
her, real hard and loveless. But did I? No! I'm just so fucking 
civilised it's beyond belief. Sometimes I think this stupid 
lawfulness I have is wasting my entire life. Especially now, with 
no dick. I'll never see the look on some frightened girl's face 
when I, knowing they'll hate it, thrust my jutting rod of 
reproduction 
into their dry, painful twat. I'll never see that total abandonment 
and despair as they come to realise that like it or lump it I'm 
gonna shag them, consent or otherwise. Their opinion just doesn't 
matter at all.
Christ, I wish I'd raped all sorts of women before I lost the 
capacity to do so forever. Especially HER. Vicky. The bitch who 
stole my power. 
Anyway, I digress.
From day one, I knew that I had to get my spunk into her, one way 
or 
another. I'd grab any opportunity. If she left an apple or pear 
unattended I'd whip me cock out and cover it in slime. Invisible 
but highly effective.
Then there's the lipstick. She left it on the sideboard once, and 
that was it - down the japseye, foreskin over it, marked.
And the handle of her bedroom door - I managed to get quite a lot 
of 
THAT down my foreskin.
The first time I actually CAME was in her shoes. She'd left them 
downstairs and gone out in another pair. I knew I had the whole day 
for the come to soak in and cease to be so obvious so I wanked off, 
all the way, right into her shoe. God if I had a cock I'd be as 
stiff 
as a pipe right now thinking about it. I'd definately do it again 
given the chance (and the prosthetics!)(and the plumbing!).
It was great just rubbing my helmet against the sole of the shoe, 
cupping my bollocks and dick inside the hole, jamming it hard into 
my groin area. Best of all cumming, unrestrained, no worries about 
making a mess on the carpet, right into the shoe she would 
doubtless 
wear tomorrow!
After that the ideas flowed something chronic - there was one time 
she left a half-made sandwich while she went to answer the phone - 
needless to say she had an added spice that night!
And her door - I jizzed up it every night for a month while she was 
getting dressed in the morning, knowing she could come out at any 
time.
The pockets of her jacket, her clean shirt on the washing-line, 
and, inevitably, the knickers. EVERY time she left her door 
unlocked 
I would be in like a shot, shooting. Not a pair went unsoiled.
Given the circumstances it was lucky I didn't get her pregnant!
I soiled her bras, her pillows, her socks, her pens, the phone, 
everything.
Then one night she caught me.

Unbelievable. I hadn't heard her. She let me go on, let me come 
right into her pants. No talking my way out of THIS one!
Basically I was afraid of the police. My career gone out in a flash 
before it's even started!
But no, she wasn't screaming or crying. Not like in every other 
wank-fantasy I'd had for the past six months!
No, she was calm. She never said a word, just picked up the 
scissors and held her hand out.
At first I had no idea what she wanted to do, I just stood there, 
embarrassed at being caught doing something I knew she wouldn't 
understand.
Then it dawned on me. She was going to cut my bollocks off, like in 
all that anti-rapist spiel she was always coming out with.
'No way' I said, 'you'll not get your hands on MY fucking nuts, you 
bloody whore'
'Oh, it's not THOSE pitiful things I want. You can do it again 
without THOSE. I want your cock.' 
Well that was what I'd wanted her to say from day one! She wanted 
my 
cock. Trouble was she didn't want ME attached to it!
Being a conformist by nature, and not one to upset people, I 
walked over and calmly put my dick in her hand, spunk still 
dribbling 
from the now-closed foreskin.
I'd always wanted to do that, too, put my prick right into her hand 
and slime it all up. If only I could get it to squirt spunk over 
her top while I was at it! That would rule!
I honestly never thought she'd go through with it.
The scissors were put around my meat.
'More than you deserve you sad fucking cunt!' she said as she 
started applying pressure.
I don't think she knew how hard you have to squeeze a cock in a 
pair of scissors to cut through it; it took ages even to draw blood.
I thought the sight of carnage would stop her, and I could take 
control of the situation, ram her onto the bed and then rape her 
for 
hours on end, with no legal repurcussions whatsoever.
This thought was grabbing me so fucking hard it was just too much 
for 
anyone to bear, even someone as fundamentally decent as me!
I shoved her, shoved her hard, onto the bed.
I still don't know if she intended to take my cock off. She was 
barely 
five percent through with the blades.
I still had the dick about me to open HER unreceptive vadge!
I RIPPED through her clothes, and I mean RIPPED. She was shocked to 
say the least. I mean, before this she'd seen me as one of life's 
good guys. But nobody tries to cut MY cock off, so I let her have 
it.
I was brutal, I have to admit. It pains me actually, just how nasty 
I must have seemed to her as I punched her face in and tore at her 
nipples with my pinching fingers.
It took me bloody ages to come - I'm not positive but I think she 
was bleeding by the end. Hard to tell really, because I was 
bleeding 
myself, and blood from my cock could have got onto her cunt area.
Anyway, I finished in the end, put her in her place, and that was 
that.
Except that she went for the scissors again, just as I turned my 
back.
This time there was no pause - my limpened dick was sliced right 
off 
in a matter of a second or less.
All for wanking into her sodding knickers? I mean what am I, a 
saint?
What am I supposed to do with some fuckmenow bitch living under 
the same roof. I mean, I never RAPED her, not until she made me. 
I could have given in and raped her the first night, but no, not 
me, 
too bloody kind that's my trouble.
Christ I'm still annoyed now that she took my cock off for what 
amounts 
to bloody nothing at all.
It should be HER sitting in this jail with forty stitches and a 
fucking 
catheter, not me!
Now I can't piss by myself, I'm always horny thinking about what I 
should have done to her, and the only way I can come is letting 
some filthy fucking faggot fuck me up the arse. God, it's alright 
snogging them, I mean there's no women in here, but to let them 
stick 
their big hard penises up the hole God meant for shitting, that's 
something else!
Still, it empties the old bollocks, and at least while they're 
slapping me about I can pretend it's me punching Vicky's face in 
like I did that night that she sentenced me to this.
I just wish I could've done more to her, made her suffer a bit.
Her face was a picture in court when I told the jury about the 
things I'd christened with my come! I laughed!
Boring bastards didn't even get it. Not one of them was laughing.
Some looked quite sickened by me, but I can't think why - all I 
did in truth was take what I wanted, and that's the American Dream, 
surely, to see a target and go for it, all the way, using all the 
cunning, resourcefulness and skill you can muster.
Damn, I wish I'd raped her. I could've chosen a time when she was 
really vulnerable and kept her captive for a few weeks while I 
really got the most out of her.
Never will now. I hear she topped herself. Still, at least I got 
to come inside her once, even if it was in anger and I wasn't 
concentrating on remembering everything. Next time. Well, there 
won't be one. We both know that.
The funny thing is, the actual cutting was sort of sexy.
When I looked down, no dick, it was sort of kinky.
Do you know what I mean? I don't regret it in one way, because 
it's something new, really new, better than watersports or 
doing a little kid, it's REALLY different. Like another ballpark!
Maybe you should try it. I'll do yours if you want.