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My wife Doreen and I have lived here in this little community in Indiana for the past fifteen years after we had our first child. The cost of living is reasonable and the crime rate here is pretty low. I have come a long way from the rough streets of Chicago I grew up on.
I have been working for the same factory ever since we moved here. It’s not too bad a commute. I drive every day about thirty miles into Indanapolis. Every morning I get up and leave my house by 6:00 am like clockwork. With my morning coffee in hand, and my morning radio show on, I make my way through the quiet roads. At 6:10 am, I pass by the same female jogger that is running along a dirt path. From day one she caught my attention. She wears these expensive jogging outfits and I can’t help but notice her sweet ass. She has well cared for long blonde hair that she sweeps up into a ponytail which bounces out from the back of her baseball cap. As I pass her by I always glance back in the rearview mirror and can’t help but notice her boobs bouncing. She wears her iPod most days and she is immersed in her own world. I’m pretty sure she lives in the affluent subdivision a little further up ahead, which is full of million dollar homes. I had guessed her to be somewhere in her mid twenties. She was probably married to some fifty year old banker or lawyer as a trophy wife. I’m sure she must drive a Range Rover or a Mercedes Benz that is worth more than my whole house! Girls like that certainly would never give me the time of day. I bet you any money that this girl spends more money on her hair, her nails and those spa treatments than I make in a week!
Our lives took a bit of an interesting turn last summer. My cousin, Hector, basically the black sheep in our family, was serving time in jail for auto theft, but they let him out last summer after only serving half of his ten year sentence; good behavior they said. After discussing it with my wife, and against her protests, I let Hector come stay with us for a month. I told him that after a month, he had to go. I wish I had listened to my wife and just told him no.
Once Hector was all settled into our guestroom, he asked if he could borrow my truck while I was at work so he could apply around town for a job. I thought about it and didn’t think there would be a problem. The next morning at six am sharp, Hector and I left the house and he drove me into work. Sure enough just like clockwork, my favorite jogger was right where I expected her to be. Hector spotted her immediately and oh my god, he went NUTS! He was bouncing up and down and shouting and whistling. You’d think she was the first woman he’d ever seen in his life! He started ranting and raving about how hot she was and how he’d just love to tap that sweet ass. As we passed by her, Hector pointed out to me the thick bushes along the running path and how easy it would to ambush an unsuspecting girl and drag her into them. I was speechless. Hector was immediately obsessed with her.
Over the next few days, whenever Doreen or our kids were out of the room, or while Hector drove me into work, he began to confessed to me horrific details of several brutal sexual assaults he committed before he went to prison. He bragged how one time he grabbed a young college student who had just stepped off the bus after he stalked her for several days. Once the bus pulled away, Hector grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her throat and dragged her in between two houses. He ripped and cut her fast food uniform off her body into shreds, while he threatened her if she didn’t do what he said, he’d cut her tits off. I wanted to puke, but just sat and listened. He said he liked it when they struggled because he liked smacking them around and seeing them cry even harder and would beg and plead with him not to kill them. He told me he really got off biting into her tit and leaving bite marks all over them. He was worried that the DNA evidence from these attacks would eventually lead the cops to him and he’d end up back in prison. At this point I was ready for Hector to move out.
Another day he told me about one woman he raped three weeks after the young college girl. He had seen this woman shopping at the mall alone. She was a well dressed business woman who was probably out on her lunch break he figured. He followed her out of the mall and as she put her key in the door, he swiftly grabbed her and forced her into the car before anyone could see. Horrified, she kept begging him not to hurt her when he pulled out his huge hunting knife and held it against her stomach. Hector forced her into the backseat and pulled out a roll of duct tape and bound her wrists and ankles and taped her mouth shut. He grabbed her keys and started her car and drove to the outskirts of town into a heavily wooded area. He pulled off on a dirt road and dragged her out of the car into the woods and loved how hard she fought back. He knew deep down how badly she wanted to be fucked. Her slutty office clothes told him. The low cut blouse she wore, the tight short skirt with the slit up her thigh, the sexy heels she wore, he knew she was just asking for cock. Hector continued to tell me how he punched her so hard it knocked her out. He raped her for hours, until her cunt and her asshole were brutally swollen and bleeding. When he was finished with her, he dragged her back into the car and drove back to the mall parking lot and left her unconscious, battered and bleeding in the backseat. I remember reading about the police finding her and asking for the public’s help in finding her attacker. Now I knew it was my own cousin!
One night I came home from work, and Doreen had taken the kids to baseball practice; Hector was sitting in front of our big screen TV, watching hardcore porn of this chick being brutally gang raped by several guys. It turned my stomach, but yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the brutal scene. He passed me a beer from his six pack sitting next to him and said he wanted to tell me something.
“Yo Luke, ya know that hot broad we see joggin’ up the road every morning?” he asked.
I look at him questioningly, and nod slowly, worried what he was thinking.
“I wanna fuck that bitch good man. I bet she has the tightest fuckin’ cunt. I need to get my fat dick in that fuckin’ sweet rich ass. How ‘bout you man? You wanna piece of that hot piece of ass? C’mon Luke, I bet you and me can show that tight cunt a real good time,” Hector continued.
I tried to swallow my last gulp of beer down, but found I couldn’t get it past the huge lump in my throat. I put my hand up and shook my head, “Uh no thanks there Hec, I am perfectly fine with Doreen.”
“Dude, yo, check this out man. I’m gonna wait for her behind those bushes, grab that sweet fuckin’ rich gold digger from behind and clamp my hand around her mouth before she can even scream. I'm going to choke her with my bare hands until she passes out and then I will wake her up and do it over and over again. I’ll knock that cunt to the ground before she’ll even know what hits her,” he said and began rubbing his growing crotch. “Then I’ll just wrap my big ole hand around her scrawny neck so she cant scream or breathe and savor that look of pure fear in her eyes while my other hand tears that expensive jogging suit off her. Then I’m gonna grab them sweet titties and rub down her trembling body to her cunt and watch her reaction when I twist her cunt lips with my hand.” I'm going to wrap that pony tail tight in my hand and get her down on her knees and face fuck her, shoving my cock down her throat and pinching her nose closed until she gags and throws up.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but as Hector went on to explain in graphic detail what he wanted to do to this woman, I couldn’t help but notice, I was taking some sick pleasure in imagining this rich chick being mauled by my scary looking cousin who was also covered in scars and tattoos. I was getting a hard on! I didn’t want Hector to notice.
I noticed Hector was breathing a little harder as he continued telling me about his fantasy of raping the jogger.
Cuz, She’s gonna love what I got for her. My fat prick is gonna mess up that pretty little face. I'm gonna slap her lips with my cock until they split open and bleed. I should bring some rope or something and tie her arms to a tree or something, that way I can concentrate on fistin’ her skanky cunt. I’m gonna need to open that tight cunt so she can take my big prick. To keep her quiet, I’ll stuff her dirty panty in her mouth. If she gives me any kind of trouble, I’ll just smack her a few times. I can’t wait to turn her over and ram my big pole into her tiny asshole. Fuck man, she won’t be able to shit for a week! I bet her asshole would feel real good wrapped tight around my dick. I want to pump her ass until she passes out from the pain. Dude, you got any condoms man? I don’t wanna leave behind any evidence. I ain’t going back to the cell man, no fuckin way,” he said, looking at me hoping I’d help him. I still couldn’t find my tongue and shook my head.
Hector began to ride me, saying, “Dude, don’t go giving me that look. I know you want to fuck that rich bitch’s cunt as much as I do. I saw the way you looked at her. You want to pound her ass as good and hard as I do. C’mon admit it. I know you!” I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about. I admitted I thought she was pretty hot, but to rape her? No way, that was crossing the line with me.
Then Hector said, “I think you should come with me. You can hold her down and shove your dick in her mouth to keep her quiet, while I bang that sweet cunt of hers. I bet she gets one of them Brazilian wax things done down there. I’ll give her a wax job she ain’t never gonna forget. I’ll pull every single cunt hair from her until that hot little mound is totally hairless.” I cringed at the thought of how painful that would feel.
He continued, “We can bring a bag of things would could use, some rope, a big hunting knife; hey we could bring some of Doreen’s dildos and stuff her full of big dicks. Yeah, I bet she’d really get off on having her holes stuffed. I bet her old fart of a husband can’t even get it up to give that bitch what she really wants. What do ya think? You wanna join me and fuck this hot bitch?”
I could not believe he was even asking me this. “Hector what the fuck is your problem? I’m not gonna join you! You think I want to go to jail? I have a wife and two kids. I have a good marriage. There is no fucking way I would or could ever do anything like that to anyone! You are a sick fuck! Just drop this idea will you or you are going to get yourself thrown back in the fucking slammer? Is that cunt worth that to you?” I finished my beer and told him I was going to bed and that I didn’t want to hear another word about it.
The next week, Hector landed a job for a local landscaping company, and after saving a couple of paychecks, he bought himself a beat up Toyota and moved out a week earlier than expected, much to the relief of my wife and me. I was walking on pins and needles with Hector living in my home and feared for Doreen’s safety but I couldn’t show Hector how nervous he made me. Oddly though, he had moved into an apartment of some woman he met at a local tavern. I shuddered to think of what kind of woman she must be like. What kind of desperate woman would even be interested in my scary creepy looking convict cousin? I pictured Hector banging some fat whore but quickly gave my head a shake. It was a pretty disgusting thought. All I knew was I was extremely relieved to have him out of my house and I didn’t have to listen to anymore of his fucked up fantasy about the blonde jogger or the details about the women he raped before he went to prison.
I got up the usual time this morning and left the house with my cup of coffee in hand by six, just like always. But today was different. As I passed by the same spot every day where I could watch the blonde jogger, she was no where to be seen. This was not like her not to be out on her usual morning run. It was the first time that I could ever remember not seeing her, much to my disappointment. I got to work and had a usual day and left just a few minutes before five. As I pulled around the corner into the subdivision, I could see the flashing lights two police cars parked along side of the road. They had the yellow police tape surrounding the dirt path and roped off an area of trees and thick bush. Immediately I felt a huge knot in my gut. I felt my heart sink through the floorboards of my car. I couldn’t shake the fear building in my gut as I slowly drove past the crime scene as the police gathered evidence. I felt like I was going to throw up.
I sped up and got home to my wife. I walked into the house where Doreen flew out of the kitchen and hugged me tightly. “Honey, did you see all the police?” she asked. I nodded and asked if she knew what was going on.
“Oh honey, it’s just terrible! It’s been all over the news tonight. A poor woman who had been jogging was brutally attacked and raped this morning. Her attacker beat her so badly and left her lying unconscious and tied up and gagged hidden in the bushes. One of the neigbors was walking his dog found her around 2 PM and he called 911. The neighbor was pretty shaken up from seeing how badly she had been attacked. He told me that her face was a bloody mess; he could see she had a several broken or missing teeth. He also told me that her breasts were severely bruised with may bite marks all over them. He said one of her nipples looked like it had been bitten completely off.
I moved to turn on the TV to hear if they had any further evidence of her attacker. According to the news report, the police said the woman was able to give a good description of her attacker and that evidence left at the scene would lead to a conviction if they could find the attacker. The were looking for a man driving an older white Toyota. I told Doreen I needed make a phone call and excused myself and went into my office. I had to do what I felt was right. My hands trembled as I spoke and my stomach wanted to heave. An hour later, a news bulletin had broken into our program:
“The police have made a startling fast arrest in the brutal sexual assault of a young woman in our quiet suburb. Sherriff Miller stated the arrest came quick thanks to an informative phone caller who wished to keep anonymous. With that and the evidence gathered at the crime scene, this man shown here was quickly arrested and will be in court tomorrow morning on charges of sexual assault, battery and several other charges.”
Doreen gasped as they showed Hector being arrested and shoved into the back of the police car. She looked at me in horror. Unable to speak, she pointed wildly at the TV. Over the next hour I held Doreen and told her all the horrible things Hector told me he had done and also wanted to do when he saw that jogger lady for the first time last summer.
“Had I known babe about the things Hector had done, I never would have allowed him into our home. Thank god he is behind bars now,” I sighed deeply. Still though, even knowing Hector was behind bars, I still could not shake the strange arousal I felt imagining the things Hector had done.
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