Ibreathed it in. I rubbed my nipples, slowly slowly pushing forward, as Isat down against the wall... and finally dropped off to sleep.I awoke with a ...ody that was sore all over. I coughed, sitting up, myvision blurry. My hands wandered. They started at my face, feeling thesame sharp features I'd had before going to sleep, but also feeling thethick wavy hair that settled behind my shoulders. I moved down, cuppingmy tits... or trying to. No matter how wide I spread my smooth hands, Ijust. It wasnt anyone at the party she hurried away from but the idea of the latest news quickened her steps, and her pulse. In all of the surrounding towns, for more than a year now, a serial rapist called the Small Town Stalker had made his way through the female population. He was thought to be a drifter, someone outside of the system who had not been caught before and would be even harder to catch in the future. It wasnt that he was particularly quick or clean in his work, he merely knew when and. But don't worry you wont be alone for long. I'm gonna bring you some friends to keep you company. But first baby girl... I will show you inside and teach you the rules."We walked the the porch and reached the door. I unlocked it and pushed the door open and Cyra started to walk in. I pulled he back to me, "No sweetie. Its time to start learning the rules... and rule number 1 is you wear no clothes that I have not approved of. You were only skirts and tank tops, clothes with easy access so. I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. I remember the sound of my zipper sliding down, the sound of his pants, heavy with wallet and keys, hitting the concrete. I remember the soft nylon-on-nylon sound as we lay down on the pile of sleeping bags. I remember his soft grunt as my body yielded to his, and the satisfying warmth as his seed filled the condom.In college, my desires became.