Autobiography of a Rapist – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is dark fantasy fiction. The story involves the rape of young girls and is marked as such. If that offends you, stop reading now.


[The Beginning]

Johnny’s my name and this is my story. Rape was a part of my psyche from the very beginning. Its been over 40 years since I started down this road, and although my other memories of that time are fuzzy, my first experiences with rape are still vivid in my mind.

I guess it started an early age, maybe 8 or 9, when I found a big bunch of BDSM mags back in the woods. Although I doubt I totally understood what was going in the pictures, my first sexual memories were of jacking off to women being tied up, whipped and abused. During class I would daydream about keeping the girl sitting next to me tied up naked in my closet and the things I would do to her when I got home from school.

It was early ’70s and porn was was starting to loosen up and become more extreme and my own tastes were following along as I grew up. I was pretty much able to get any sort of porn I wanted as the guy that owned and ran the local porn store had a thing for me. I “affectionally” referred to him the Old Fag. We first met when he caught me dumpster diving behind his shop, looking for some more porn. I was surprised when he did not turn me in to the police, but rather made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

The deal went like this. I would head over in the afternoon after school and meet him at the back door. We would head down to the basement and I would browse through the new stock for something I had not already seen. We would both get undressed and I would sit in a chair and jack off to the pictures, while the old fag jacked off watching me do this. He never touched me, until one day I was feeling particularly horny and ordered him to suck my cock like he was one of the whores in the magazine I was reading. I started to urged him on with various entreaties like “Suck it, bitch”, “Swallow it, whore” and so on. This excited my benefactor even more and I usually scored a bonus mag or two if I came in to his mouth.

The old fag also owned the porn movie theater next door and I could watch the movies from the projection booth. The old fag knew I liked the rough stuff and to keep me coming by as often as possible, made it a point to order all of the roughies that were becoming available then. I would make him get down on his knees and I would face-fuck him with my pencil-like hard-on while I imagined I was doing what Jamie Gillis was doing to some some cunt on the screen.

Although I am primarily hetero today (I’ve been known to rape the occasional young boy when the opportunity arises), I was enough of a budding sex addict that I would do anything to get my hands on fresh porn. By the time I was 11 I had a collection of over a 100 glossy mags featuring the rape, degradation and abuse of women which I could use to further fuel my fantasies.

Although I was certainly getting my rocks off, doing it to some creepy old guy (He must have been well over 30) did not really do it for me. Finally in 7th grade my urges took over and I decided to act on my fantasies in real life with real girls.

[Training Ground]

I had a routine all worked out. Early that spring, I started to hang out near a secluded park trail that lead between a shopping center and a nearby girls-only Catholic Elementary/Junior high school.