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The Rapist Who Drove a Black Jaguar

By John Aitek
December 2009
Version 1.8



CHAPTER ONE: THE KIDNAPPING OF DANIEL CRISPIN

In the middle of a football field, thirty teenagers huddled together. The grass 
was moist with dew and the air was so foggy that the teenagers could only see 
ten metres ahead. They all wore their school's sports uniform, which consisted 
of green tops and dark-blue knee-high shorts. All the students faced north and 
looked at their sports teacher as he spoke.

"As part of the fitness test, you students will run three kilometres. I'll be in 
front, and you'll all follow me." The sports teacher pulled out a stopwatch. 
"When I arrive at the end, I'll time how long you took to run three kilometres, 
and this will be used to assess your fitness. Is that clear?"

The sports teacher started jogging toward the school gates. The students all 
formed a line and followed. At the end of the pack of students was the smallest 
boy among them, a thirteen-year-old named Daniel Crispin.

Daniel remembered clearly the statistics the school physician told him about his 
height and weight. Daniel was only 1.4 metres tall (4 feet 7 inches) while the 
average boy in his class was 1.5 metres tall (4 feet 11 inches). He weighed only 
35 kilograms while the average boy in his class weighed 45 kilograms. Although 
his smallness wasn't life threatening or unhealthy in any way, it did affect his 
self-esteem.

The students ran through residential roads in the Melbourne suburb of Hampton. 
It was a quiet Monday morning, just after everyone had started work, and there 
were very few cars on the road.

Daniel tried to run fast, but within five minutes he knew he had fallen to the 
back of the pack. He was not optimistic enough to believe anyone was behind him.

The boy was so tired he decided to stop running. He sat down on the fence of 
someone's house and took a moment to catch his breath. Sweat dampened his shirt.

A black Range Rover drove down the road towards him. Strangely the car gradually 
slowed down until it completely stopped about fifteen metres in front of Daniel. 
The side windows on the SUV were heavily tinted. Even though the windscreen was 
also heavily tinted, Daniel could see the silhouette of a man in the driver's 
seat.

The passenger-side window on the Range Rover rolled down and, to Daniel's shock, 
a barrel came out. When Daniel learned that this was the barrel of a rifle, he 
stood to run, but immediately he felt a sharp and cold ache in his neck. Both 
his hands went up to his neck, but when he took them back down he realized that 
in his hands he held what looked like a dart--a sharp needle on one end with red 
feathers on the other end. Dripping from the tip of the needle was a clear fluid 
that had just been injected into him.

A moment later, the boy collapsed to the ground.



CHAPTER TWO: CINDY

SIX DAYS LATER

Cindy was a blonde, 23-year-old single mother with two children. She lived in a 
simple brick house in a suburb called Frankston in the city of Melbourne. She 
worked casually as a waitress and worked every day of the week except Sundays.

Cindy opened the mailbox and dreaded seeing more bills. She sighed with relief 
when she saw only junk mail.

A black sports car drove slowly toward the single mother. It pulled up near her 
house alongside the curb. She now stood two meters away from the car. When the 
window on the passenger-side door went down, Cindy could see the driver, who 
turned out to be a tall and handsome man who wore a white polo shirt and black 
shorts. He wore sunglasses but took them off before speaking.

"Excuse me, ma'am," said the man. "Do you know of any parks around here?"

Cindy left the junk mail untouched. She walked up to the car and noticed it was 
a Jaguar, but she had no idea what type of Jaguar it was. The man had his right 
hand on the steering wheel while his left hand sat on his left thighs. There was 
no ring on any the man's fingers, but on his left wrist was a shiny wristwatch, 
most likely made of platinum.

"There's a park with a playground up the road," she said. "You taking children 
of yours there or are you interested in playing on the playground yourself?"

The man smiled before shaking his head. "I don't have any children, ma'am. It's 
a beautiful day to be at a park. Tell me, does your daughter enjoy going to the 
park?"

Cindy was confused. "How did you know I have children?"

The man pointed at Cindy's house. When she turned around and looked at the front 
yard, she saw her nine-year-old daughter Leni standing near the mailbox.

"Leni, go back inside!" cried Cindy, who was unsure about whether the man would 
approve of her being a single mother

The little girl darted off back into the house.

Cindy was now so close to the car she almost touched it. She planted her face 
right up to the passenger-side door and looked inside. "Yes, I do take my 
children to the park," she said, "and they love it."

The man smiled even more. "Your daughter's name is Leni? She's a very pretty 
girl."

"Oh, thank you! Yes, her name's Leni."

"My name's Seth, by the way." Seth extended his hand.

"I'm Cindy," she said, shaking the man's hand.

"Are you free tomorrow night, Cindy? How about you and I go on a date?"

Cindy smiled instantly. She was so happy she suddenly burst out in laughter. 
"How did you know I was single?"

He pointed to her hands. "You've got no ring."

She nodded. "Of course."

"Okay, I'll pick you up right here seven o'clock tomorrow night."

Cindy walked back into the house feeling positive. On the kitchen table were 
Leni and Samuel, her two children. Also sitting on the kitchen table was Stacey, 
a university student who was both a friend and a babysitter.

"Guess what, Stacey!" said Cindy as she sat down. "I've got a date tomorrow."

"What! No way! Who is it?"

"His name's Seth."

"Ooh, what a hot name!"

"Yep, he just drove by and asked me where the nearest park was...said he wanted to 
relax or something...and he drove a Jaguar."

"Oooh, nice! So he just drove up and asked you for a date? Did he know you?"

"I got no idea who he is!"

Stacey spoke. "He must be something if he can approach a stranger and ask for a 
date like that. If he's a total stranger, how do you know he is not, like, a 
psycho?"

"No way! He's not a psycho. He seems much better than my ex-husband."

Stacey smiled. "That's so exciting, Cindy. I'm so happy for you! Good luck with 
your date. Do you want me to baby-sit all-day tomorrow?"

"That would be great if you can," said Cindy. "I've got to work tomorrow and 
when I come back I've only got an hour to prepare for the date, so I'd be really 
happy if you looked after Leni and Sam."



CHAPTER THREE: LENI GOES TO THE PARK WITH BROTHER SAMUEL

ONE DAY LATER

Leni wished she had a better brother. Her little brother Samuel wasn't 
horrendous, but there was something about him that left her wanting more. She 
wanted to play with someone who was both mature and entertaining, and not 
boring.

Leni didn't like playing in the backyard with Samuel. She sighed as she watched 
her brother urinating on the brick wall of the house. A moment later, he walked 
up to her and tugged the front of her dress to gain her attention. He didn't 
need to tug her dress because she had already seen him walk towards her.

"Yes, what do you want, Sam?"

"I wanna go to the park!"

Leni thought about what her little brother said. She liked going to the park 
because she enjoyed the thought of meeting new people, but often when she went 
to the park with her brother they end up playing between themselves and 
socialized with no one.

"Stacey wouldn't want us going to the park," she said.

Samuel scratched his messy blond hair. "We will go only for a little bit and we 
can come back quickly."

"Why do you want to go to the park?"

"I wanna play there!" said Samuel. "It's fun."

"No it isn't."

Both children stayed silent for a moment.

"Please come," said Samuel.

"Hmm." Leni stared at the grass and realized how bored she was. "Actually," she 
said. "Let's go!"

Since it was a sunny day at the park and since she and her little brother were 
running around frantically on the playground, Leni was glad she carried along 
bottled water. As it turned out, the bottle of water came in handy even when it 
was empty. During the afternoon when the sun started to set and the air got 
uncomfortably cool, Samuel came up to his older sister and tugged the front of 
her dress yet again.

"Stop doing that, Sam!" said Leni. "You already have my attention."

"I need to go to the toilet." Samuel made a fist and pushed it softly against 
the skin just above his groin. It was as if he was trying to block the urine 
from flowing. "Where's the toilet?"

Leni did a 360-degree scan of the park. There was no toilet.

She spoke. "Do you need to go do a wee or a big poo?"

"Wee wee," said Samuel. "A really big one." The little boy started jumping on 
the spot.

"You can go wee in this." She handed him the empty water bottle. "I'll throw it 
away in the bin for you."

Samuel grabbed the bottle and held it in his right hand. It looked like he 
didn't know what to do next.

"Well, hurry up!" said Leni. "Do you need to go or not?"

"But...you're looking at me."

"Oh, Jesus! I've seen you wee before."

"But I..." Samuel's words trailed off.

Leni spoke. "I'll go play on the playground and you go fill up the bottle at the 
bushes over there where no one can see you." Leni pointed to bushes ten meters 
away.

Both Leni and Samuel walked in opposite directions, Leni to the playground and 
Samuel toward the bushes.

As Leni sat on the swings, she saw a bench fifteen meters in front of her. A man 
sat on this bench. The man looked a little like Indiana Jones, except he wore 
black sunglasses, a white shirt, and a black shorts. Leni never remembered 
seeing Indiana Jones wear black sunglasses, so this man looked strange. He was 
staring at the bushes where Samuel was.

When Leni looked at the bushes, she noticed that Samuel was not inside the 
bushes as she expected. Instead he was standing near the bushes as if expecting 
himself to turn invisible just by being near a bush. The little boy had his 
pants all the way down to his feet. Both his hands were in front of him 
presumably holding onto the water bottle into which he urinated. Neither Leni 
nor the strange man could see the water bottle because Samuel had his back 
facing them. Samuel's bottom was clearly visible.

When Samuel finished urinating, he pulled his pants up, screwed the cap on the 
bottle, and walked back to Leni while carrying the water bottle with him. The 
strange man kept looking at Samuel. Even though Samuel didn't notice the man 
looking at him, Leni certainly did, and she started worry. Samuel's water bottle 
was filled halfway with orange liquid. As the little boy stumbled towards Leni, 
the bottle rocked up, down, and sideways, splashing the orange liquid around 
inside the bottle.

When Samuel handed the bottle back to Leni, the girl noticed how warm the 
surface of the bottle now was. The strange man looked straight at her, which 
made her feel anxious.

After Samuel handed Leni the urine-filled water bottle, the little boy ran off 
to the playground. As Samuel arrived at the slide, the strange man stood up. He 
took two steps forward, waited for about three seconds, hesitated for a moment, 
took two steps back, and then sat down again on the bench. The strange man still 
looked at Samuel.

Leni quickly ran towards her little brother Samuel and whispered to him, 
"Samuel, see that strange man over there?"

"Yeah...what about him?"

"He keeps looking at you."

"Maybe we should go home."

"Why is he looking?" Leni scratched her head.

"Maybe he wants to hurt us."

"Samuel, you should go up to him and tell him to leave us alone."

"Me? But you're older."

"Oh, fine." Leni jumped off the playground. "I have to do everything."

As Leni walked toward the strange man, she quickly realized that the man was 
looking at her now. She thought about going back, but she was already halfway 
there.

The man stared at Leni as she came close to him. He was strangely still even as 
she walked up to a meter in front of him.

"Sir, could you please leave us alone?" asked Leni.

The stranger stayed silent. He faced the girl but it was difficult to tell 
whether his eyeballs were on her since he wore sunglasses. Leni started to 
regret walking up to the man. She had expected him to be more talkative. After 
many seconds passed, the stranger finally spoke.

"You don't like me, little girl?" His voice was remarkably deep, almost as if 
there were something wrong with his throat.

"No, I just...it's just that we're...I just don't want you looking." Leni didn't 
know what else to say so she tried to push out a smile but didn't know whether 
it came out or not or whether the man recognized it.

"I'll tell you what, little girl..."

Leni was about to object to the man calling her a little girl, but something 
else he said stopped her.

"...how would you like to make some money?"

The girl's eyes grew wider. Leni nodded.

"I'll give you $120 if you give me that bottle filled with piss in it?"

Leni's left eyelid went up while her right eyelid went down. Her brow furrowed. 
What an odd man, she thought. Why would anybody want to pay $120 for a plastic 
bottle filled with wee? Nevertheless, Leni knew it was a good deal. She was 
going to throw away the bottle anyway, so making $120 from selling something 
that she was going to throw out was like getting something for nothing. The 
strange man reached into his pockets and pulled out cash. Leni grabbed the money 
from the man and pushed the urine-filled bottle towards his waiting hands.

"Thanks," said the man, putting the bottle in his pocket straight away. "Say, 
what's your name, little girl?"

"Leni."

"You live near here, Leni?"

Leni nodded. "Yes."

"Really? Whereabouts do you live, sweetheart?"

"Mmm, I don't know." Leni suddenly realized that it wouldn't be a good idea 
telling the strange man where she lived. He was after all very strange, and her 
teachers all told her not to talk to strangers and especially not to give away 
important things like where she lived. She remembered watching a movie about a 
masked man going into people's homes and killing them.

Leni got scared. Her fear must have been obvious to the strange man because he 
commented on it.

"What's wrong, Leni? Are you okay?" The man's voice seemed genuine. She knew the 
difference between genuine and fake concern after so much experience with her 
biological father who always showed fake concern for her. When someone did seem 
to care about her, it made her feel better, so Leni started to feel happy now.

"Do you use a computer, Leni? Do you chat online?"

Leni nodded. "Of course I do."

"Do you have an email address?"

Even if she gave him her email address, his knowing it wouldn't reveal where she 
lived, so it was safe.




CHAPTER FOUR: SETH ORSON RETURNS FROM THE PARK

Three stories, Georgian architecture, two-car garage, and a luscious green 
garden--Seth's mansion looked beautiful from the outside, even though closer 
inspection revealed not-so-appealing aspects, such as the windows barred with 
steel poles and surveillance cameras that monitored the house's perimeter.

The roller door opened automatically as Seth drove into his garage in his black 
armored Range Rover. The SUV had reinforced steel armor, four-inch-thick 
bulletproof glass, and door handles designed to electrocute carjackers. The 
garage held two cars: the black Range Rover just mentioned as well a black 
Jaguar XF.

Seth walked into his house via the door that connected the garage to the lounge 
room. The lounge room had a plasma TV, a four-seat sofa, and on the wall were 
canvas landscape paintings. On the wooden floor of the lounge room was a naked 
thirteen-year-old boy. This boy who lied on the floor, named Daniel Crispin, had 
his ankles and wrists tied together with rope.

"Daniel, did you fall off the sofa?" Seth picked the boy up from the floor and 
placed him on the sofa.

"Please let me go," he said. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

Seth tousled the boy's brown hair as he sat on the sofa and pulled out from his 
pocket the plastic water bottle filled with yellow liquid.

"What's that?" asked Daniel, staring at the bottle.

"It's the urine of a little boy."

"Why do you want that?"

"I like to smell and sometimes drink children's urine."

"Why?"

"It tastes good, it's good for hydration, and it is rich in vitamins. I may be 
interested in drinking your urine, Daniel. I hope you will let me. I would also 
appreciate it if you defecate on me, so alert me once you're ready."

Daniel made a look of disgust. "You're such a pervert!"

Seth spoke. "Talking about your feces has given me an erection."

Daniel went back to lying on the sofa silently. While sitting, Seth looked at 
the urine-filled bottle in his hands. The yellow liquid was still warm. He took 
off the cap and positioned the opening of the bottle underneath his nostrils 
before inhaling the bitter smell. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction.

Seth suddenly felt an urge to defecate, so he stood up and took off his pants. 
He positioned the opening of the drink bottle on his anal hole and proceeded to 
defecate into the bottle. Feces flew out from Seth's anus with a loud and long 
fart noise. The feces were moist and soft, probably because Seth had taken fiber 
supplements in the morning.

After putting the cap back on the bottle, Seth vigorously shook the bottle till 
his feces were mixed thoroughly with Samuel's urine, resulting in a brown-yellow 
soupy solution. Seth took off the cap and walked up to Daniel who was sitting 
naked on the sofa.

Daniel's wrists were bound together with rope behind his back. His ankles too 
were bound with rope. While holding the bottle of urine and feces in his right 
hand, Seth grabbed Daniel's neck with his left hand. Seth squeezed and slightly 
strangled the boy, whose eyes widened in terror.

Seth spoke. "Daniel, open your mouth so I pour this shit solution in there. If 
you don't open up, I'll strangle you till you die."

Daniel did as he was told. His mouth was wide open. When the mixture of feces 
and urine was poured into Daniel's mouth, the boy could smell the mixture and 
almost choked. His eyes started watering. He tried hard not to swallow anything 
and kept the solution in his mouth.

"Look into my eyes," said Seth as he stood over Daniel. "I want to see the pain 
in your eyes."

When Daniel's mouth was overflowing with the feces solution, Seth placed the 
bottle on the coffee table. He then told Daniel to close his mouth. Seth 
stripped naked, exposing his erect penis. He stood in front of Daniel and 
positioned the tip of his penis on the teenager's lips. Seth's right hand 
grabbed Daniel's brown hair while his left hand grabbed the teenager's neck.

"Daniel, I don't want you to spill the shit and piss solution on my sofa or 
carpet because my sofa and carpet are very expensive. If you do spill the 
solution, I will increase the grip that my left hand has on your neck. While you 
give me oral sex you must always look into my eyes otherwise I will strangle 
you."

Seth pushed his penis into Daniel's mouth. The teenager's mouth was filled with 
feces and urine, which lubricated Seth's penis as it entered. When the penis had 
fully entered Daniel's mouth, the boy was forced to swallow a small amount of 
the feces solution since the volume of both the solution and the penis was too 
great. As soon as the teenager swallowed the solution, his whole body shook. He 
tried to take his face off the penis but Seth's right hand on the back of 
Daniel's head forced his head forward.

Seth pushed and pulled his penis in and out of Daniel's mouth. Bits of feces 
accumulated around Daniel's lips as the penis went in and out, but while some of 
the feces solution dribbled down the teenager's skin, none of it spilled on the 
carpet or the sofa. Seth tightened his grip on the boy's neck. The panic and 
fear in the boy's eyes sexually excited Seth.

Seth took his hands off the boy, removed the penis from his mouth, grabbed the 
plastic bottle off the coffee table, and placed it underneath Daniel's mouth.

"You can spit the shit and piss in the bottle if you want," said Seth. "If you 
want to drink it, you can, but it's your choice."

Daniel carefully covered the bottle's opening with his lips before spitting out 
all the feces and urine from his mouth into the bottle. Seth put the cap on the 
bottle and placed it on the coffee table again.

"Daniel, do you know why I didn't make you swallow the solution?" asked Seth. 
"It's because I felt sorry for you. I looked into your eyes, felt your pain, and 
had pity for you."

Daniel took a moment to recover from the smell and shock. "If you feel sorry for 
me, why don't you let me go?"

"I don't want to let you go because I want to rape you, Daniel."

"But you said you felt sorry for me, so why would you do this to me?"

"Because the pleasure I get from raping you is so great. I get a lot of pleasure 
from seeing people in pain as I have sex with them. I don't know why I feel this 
way, but hurting others makes me feel good. As a sex connoisseur, I feel like I 
need to try all forms of sexual activity to satisfy my lust, and sexual activity 
that involves torture and pain gives me so much pleasure. I do feel concern and 
remorse for you, Daniel. It's just that I ignore your interests because I have 
so much to gain. Whenever I do anything in life, I also perform an evaluation of 
costs versus benefits. The benefit of rape in terms of pleasure is so much 
greater than any guilt or remorse I feel, so for me rape is rational. You only 
live once, and life is short, so all men should try to experience as much 
pleasure and happiness as possible before they die." Seth nodded to himself. 
"Rape is definitely rational."

"So you have raped other people before?"

Seth nodded again. "I've raped many people. I've raped not only people but also 
animals. I've raped men, women, and even children, both little girls and little 
boys. I love having sex with a really small child, maybe a four-year-old boy, 
but I am very gentle with the little ones because I can appreciate their 
innocence."

"Can I have a shower?" asked Daniel.

"I'll let you have a shower if you let me suck your penis."

Daniel breathed deeply before nodding his head.

Seth looked at Daniel's penis, which was small and shrivelled. "Daniel, one of 
the reasons why I want to have sex with a teenage boy such as yourself is 
because they are able to achieve erections whereas prepubescent boys often 
cannot achieve erections, so before I suck your penis I want you to have an 
erection."

"But I'm not gay."

"I will bring my laptop here and show you internet pornography. I'll show you 
pictures of naked women. Would you like that? After I drink your semen, I'll let 
you have a shower." 

Daniel nodded. "Okay, fine."

Seth's mobile phone started beeping. He took out the phone and realized he had 
set an alarm the day before to remind himself that he had a date with a woman 
named Cindy. He thought back and suddenly remembered. He felt frustrated because 
he had not fully sexually relieved himself on Daniel and he now had to be at 
Cindy's house in thirty minutes for a date.

Seth opened his wardrobe and quickly decided to wear an Italian suit with a 
green-and-white checked shirt and no tie. He walked to the lounge room and 
untied Daniel's hands and legs. 

"Daniel, I am going to untie you so you can eat. I don't have time to feed you 
because I have an appointment soon. You will have to feed yourself. Do not wreck 
my house otherwise I will punish you when I get back. It is impossible for you 
to escape this house, so don't try."

Seth would have to give the boy freedom to walk around the house tonight because 
the boy needed to eat and Seth was not going to be around to feed him. There was 
very little chance the boy would escape because keys were required to open all 
the doors from the inside. 





CHAPTER FIVE: THE FIRST DATE

Cindy opened the passenger car door and stepped inside quickly, eager to shield 
herself from the coldness of night outside.

"Seth?" she said, looking at his face.

"Yes."

Cindy smiled and looked relieved. "For a moment then I thought I went into the 
wrong car. I knew it was a Jaguar but maybe this was another person's Jag."

"You thought you just walked into a stranger's car?"

Both Cindy and Seth laughed.

"Where are your children?" Seth asked.

"My children?" She looked at him and seemed puzzled that he would bring up such 
a topic. "They're inside. I got someone to baby sit them."

Cindy was a slim, blonde girl. She wore a nice black dress and looked a lot more 
refined and elegant now compared to when Seth saw her on Sunday when she wore 
bogan clothes.

Seth spoke. "You know, Cindy, you are really sexy."

Cindy broke eye contact with her date and looked at the car radio for a second. 
She smiled. "Why thank you." She put a hand on his shoulder. "You're not bad 
yourself."

Seth spoke. "I work out quite a bit."

"I can tell. It's nice."

"Did you know that doing weights is important if you want to stay away from a 
nursing home when you are old? If you don't do weights, your muscles will 
deteriorate over time and your bones will become brittle. Lifting weights 
prevents osteoporosis and muscle deterioration."

Cindy nodded. "Really? That's interesting."

"Do you do any weight training?" Seth asked.

Cindy shook her head. "No, I don't want to."

"Can I see your breasts?"

Cindy paused. "Excuse me?"

He pointed to her chest. "Take off your top. I want to see your tits. They look 
nice."

"Umm..." She hesitated, then smiled a little. "Boy, you really get down to 
business, don't you? I thought we were going to a nice French restaurant."

"We will go to a restaurant," he said, "but right now my hunger is not for food 
but for sex."

Cindy burst out laughing. "You're so strange. What do your friends think of 
you?"

"My friends acknowledge my appetite for sex."

Cindy seemed to contemplate this statement deeply. Her facial features seem to 
fluctuate from happiness to fear very quickly. She was confused.

"What's wrong?" Seth asked, putting a finger on her cheek.

"Nothing," she said, looking down at the glove compartment. "It's just that...my 
ex-husband...he only cared about sex, and he didn't care about me. I want 
someone who I can be in a long-term relationship with. I want someone who will 
take care of me, someone who loves me for me."

"Cindy, I know that you are the right girl for me. There is nothing I want more 
than to be with you forever. I have been with hundreds of other very attractive 
females but they were not suitable for me. I know that you have experience with 
children. I know that you would make an excellent wife for my children. I will 
take care of you and your children forever."

Cindy looked at Seth and smiled. "You're already talking about marriage?"

"Do you want to marry me or not?"

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Yes."

Cindy grinned but then wiped the smile off her face quickly as she started to 
think carefully about what she had just heard. Seth reached into the glove 
compartment and pulled out a ring, showing it to Cindy.

Seth had no idea what brand the ring was. He didn't even know anything about 
rings. This was a ring he purchased two years ago from Tiffanies when he 
proposed to another girl. When he purchased the ring, he simply told the sales 
assistant to get the best ring possible for $400,000.

Cindy's eyes grew when she saw the ring. "Wow, this is pink diamond! It's 
stunning!"

"So will you marry you?" he asked.

"Yes, okay," she said, weeping and hugging the man.

Seth put the ring on the girl's finger. "How do you feel?" he asked her.

"I'll be honest with you because I want to trust you. I admit I feel surprised 
that we barely know each other and already we're getting married."

"I trust you. Do you trust me?"

She nodded. "Yes, my intuition tells me that you're a true gentleman who won't 
betray my trust."

"I will always look after you for as long as you live."

Cindy smiled and alternated glances between her ring and Seth's eyes.

"So can I see your breasts now?" he asked.

Cindy laughed again. "Alright, well, you are my husband. But what if someone 
sees us?"

Seth pressed a button, and all the windows in the car were instantly tinted, 
giving the couple complete privacy.

Cindy was surprised. "Wow! This is an amazing car."

"It's a chemical reaction within the glass that tints the windows," said Seth. 
"The windows in this car alone cost me over six figures."

With his right hand, Seth grabbed Cindy's left breast and squeezed gently. The 
girl had firm medium-sized breasts.

Cindy spoke. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

Seth nodded.

The girl pulled down the top of her dress, exposing to her fiance her whole 
naked upper body. Her breasts flopped out and jiggled in front of Seth's eyes. 
Her skin was smooth and clear. She had large nipples that he really wanted to 
suck, so he did. He leaned toward her, grabbed her shoulders, and started 
sucking on her left nipple. He noticed he was drinking milk from the girl's 
breasts. He was drinking the mommy milk that her children were supposed to 
drink.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Seth let go of her, stopped sucking her nipples, and tried to control his 
breathing. His penis was erect, which made him uncomfortable. He unbuckled his 
belt and unzipped his pants, liberating his penis. Cindy looked shocked when she 
saw the penis come out.

"Come on, honey, why don't you give your dear husband a blow job?" With his left 
hand Seth grabbed her hair and forced her face down on his penis. She started 
screaming, but with the hard penis in her mouth, her screams were muffled. The 
vibrations from the scream made Seth even more sexually aroused. He grasped her 
hair now with both his hands and proceeded to push and pull her head up and down 
on the penis. In addition, he thrust the penis down the girl's throat. Cindy's 
arms and legs flailed everywhere. Her body jerked and twisted. Her breasts 
banged against the gear stick. As Seth ejaculated down her throat, he 
intensified the pumping until he could not release additional semen. He then 
released her head, sat back, and tried to cool down.

Cindy sat back up in her seat. Her eyes were wide with shock. She gasped for 
air. Semen dribbled down her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. Her blonde hair 
was messed up and frizzled.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" she asked quietly.

"You and I are engaged to be married," he said. "I thought you loved me."

"I can't go to the restaurant with my hair looking like this."

"It's okay," he said. "You can freshen up at my house. Would you like to see my 
house?"

Cindy nodded slowly.

Ten minutes later, Seth was driving home. He traveled slowly. Cindy seemed to be 
slightly shocked by the marriage proposal as well as the oral sex that he forced 
her to perform.

"You know, Seth, if we are to be married, before you do something like that to 
me again, I want you to ask for permission."

"You don't like sucking my penis?"

Cindy hesitated. "I like it, but you have to ask next time. That's what a good 
and proper gentleman does. It's not right to just grab me like that."

"But you liked it, didn't you? You like to be grabbed like that."

"I want you to ask next time."

A minute later, the couple arrived at Seth's house.

"Wow, you have a nice house," said Cindy. "It's so large."

In the front yard of Seth's house was a neat lawn filled with multi-colored 
flowers as well as infra-red motion sensors and surveillance cameras. The 
automatic garage door opened, and Seth drove into the garage, parking the car 
alongside his Range Rover. When he turned off the engine and took his car keys 
out, Cindy spoke.

"So what do you do for a living?" she asked. "Are you a banker?"

"That depends on how you define a banker. I'm a hedge fund manager."

"What's that?"

"I manage the money of other people, mainly institutional investors and high-
net-worth individuals."

"So you work in an office?"

After a moment of silence, Seth nodded and said, "Yes...I do, although I 
sometimes work from home."

Seth got out from the car, walked to the other side, opened the passenger-side 
door, and motioned to Cindy to step out.

The couple went through a door that connected the garage to the house. They 
walked into the lounge room and kitchen. Cindy looked at the plasma TV as well 
as the Ming Dynasty vase, the Egyptian rug, numerous bottles of wine on a rack, 
and bars of pure gold, stacked upon one another at the corner.

"Why do you have gold?"

"I like the look and feel of gold."

She picked up a bar of gold, surprised at how heavy it was.

Seth reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Attached to the barrel of the 
gun was a silencer, which was supposed to suppress noise. He pointed the gun at 
Cindy.

"Don't make a noise or I'll shoot you," he said.

Cindy stared up at Seth silently. Her eyes were wide open with shock. She kept 
looking at the gun.

With the gun still pointed at her, Seth grabbed a briefcase on the floor and 
opened it. He took out a pairs of handcuffs and threw it at her.

"Put these on right now," he said. "Put it on your wrists."

The woman grabbed the handcuffs and looked at the metallic object briefly.

"Put them on right now or I'll shoot you," he said, firing a shot into the floor 
near her.

The loud crack and the splintered wood flying in the air shocked her. 
Immediately she put down the bar of gold, picked up the handcuffs from the 
floor, and handcuffed her own wrists. She started crying.

"Please don't hurt me," she sobbed. "I'll give you whatever you want."

Now that the woman had her arms cuffed, Seth walked back to the front door and 
made sure it was locked. When he walked back to Cindy, she spoke again.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. "I trusted you. You seem like such a 
respectable man, a true gentleman. How could you be so cruel?"

Seth spoke. "I am a gentleman, a true gentleman. Do you even know what the 
definition of a gentleman is, dumb bitch! Why am I doing this? Isn't it obvious? 
I value my pleasure more than I do your welfare."

"You are a psycho!"

"If I value my own welfare more than the welfare of others, does that make me a 
psycho?"

"Please let me go home. I have children."

Seth looked around the living room and decided to close all the blinds and 
curtains. When the place was dark, he turned on the lights. Inside the living 
room was a couch that sat next to the TV. While the kitchen and hallway had 
floors made of wooden tiles, the living room had carpet. Inside the kitchen was 
a table that was normally used for eating. The table had a rectangular marble 
surface.

Cindy groaned. "What are you doing to me?"

"Be quiet or I'll kill you," he said firmly. "I swear if you cooperate with me I 
will let you live."

Cindy was silent.

When Cindy's body was near the kitchen table, Seth stood by her side, put one 
arm beneath her bottom, put the other arm beneath her neck, and lifted her. He 
placed her on the kitchen table.

"Lie on your back and put your hands up," he said.

She did as she was told. From the briefcase, Seth grabbed white nylon rope. With 
one length of string he tied her hands to one of the steel legs of the table. 
She was now not able to move out of the kitchen.

Seth grabbed Cindy's legs and spread them apart as the woman lied on the table 
and faced the ceiling. From the briefcase Seth took out scissors. Cindy's eyes 
widened.

"It's okay," he said. "I'm going to cut off your clothes."

Seth started doing precisely that. Cindy wore a black dress. After the dress was 
off, Seth took off the woman's underwear until she was completely naked.

"Are...are you going to rape me?" she asked.

Seth dropped the scissors back into my briefcase and looked at her eyes. "Yes, I 
am," he said.

She nodded and looked like she was accepting her fate.

Seth looked down at her body. Her vagina was somewhat hairy. Her breasts were 
very nice, as he already knew.

"I'm going to keep you here for a long time so you can pleasure me."

She didn't reply.

Seth took off all his clothes and dropped them to the floor. Cindy turned her 
head and stared at the erect penis. He still felt sexually aroused even after 
having oral sex with her only a few hours before.

After climbing on top of the woman, Seth inserted his penis inside her vagina. 
He rested his chest against her breasts and put his face on top of hers.



CHAPTER SIX: ESCAPE FROM THE MANSION

After Seth had left the house, Daniel looked out a window and waited for the 
Range Rover to drive off before he tried to escape. Unfortunately for him, 
everything was locked--the front door, the back door, and all the windows. The 
windows were all barred from the inside with vertical steel poles.

Daniel was so hungry he didn't bother finding clothes to cover his nakedness. He 
opened the cupboard in the kitchen and took out instant noodles. The noodles 
came in disposable cups, so all he had to do was boil and pour water.

After eating, Daniel went upstairs and looked around in Seth's bedroom, hoping 
to find house keys. He looked at Seth's bed and thought about all the times Seth 
had raped him on this bed. Daniel had now lost count of how often he had been 
raped because Seth raped him as freely and as often as he ate or drank. Daniel 
resisted the sexual acts initially but over time he gave in and simply tried 
hard to satisfy Seth's sexual urges as quickly as possible so he would go away.

Daniel could not find any keys in Seth's bedroom. The place was filled with 
books and various other junk like vitamin tablets and bottles of soft drink. 
Closer inspection of some portions of the carpet revealed dry semen stains.

At the corner of the room, Daniel found something that caught his interest--a 
rifle. He noticed upon closer inspection that it was the same rifle that Seth 
had used to tranquilize him when he was kidnapped.

The bolt-action tranquilizer rifle, when picked up, was heavy but solid and 
firm. Near the rifle sat a container that contained tranquilizer darts. Daniel 
remembered when he pulled out from his neck a tranquilizer dart during sports 
class. The darts here in the container in Seth's room were the same as those 
used to kidnap him.

Each dart had bright red bird feathers at the end, probably to aid aerodynamics 
or perhaps to make the dart more visible when fired. On the end of each dart 
opposite the red feathers was a needle, which was covered with a plastic cap.

Daniel picked up a dart from the container, removed the plastic cap, and loaded 
it into the barrel of the tranquilizer rifle after unlocking the bolt. He closed 
the bolt of the rifle, took aim at a cushion on the bed, and pulled the trigger. 
The rifle used compressed air to propel the dart, and there was little noise.

The test shot was a success. The dart smacked the cushion. Daniel could see the 
moisture on the cushion created when the dart released sedatives.

After taking a few more test shots to feel comfortable with the rifle, Daniel 
decided to get dressed. He wore black tracksuits and a blue t-shirt he found on 
the floor. He grabbed a dozen tranquilizer darts from the container and placed 
them in his pockets before walking downstairs with the tranquilizer rifle. He 
decided that the best place to hide was the laundry room since it was dark and 
was connected to the lounge room and kitchen. Inside the laundry room, Daniel 
was also able to clearly see both the front door as well as the door to the 
garage. He closed the laundry room door but kept it open just a little bit so he 
could peek out.

Waiting for Seth to come back didn't take long at all. The man came back with a 
woman who Daniel didn't know, which was surprising because Daniel never knew 
that Seth was sexually attracted to women. But given that Seth seemed interested 
in sex with males of all ages and also displayed a liking for roughness in his 
sexual activities as well as the use of faeces and urine, it was obvious that 
Seth had a highly diversified sexual appetite.

To make matters worse, Seth took out a gun and threatened the kill the poor 
woman. He fired a shot into the floor to show he was willing to kill before 
proceeding to tie the woman up with rope. As the woman was being tied up and 
thrown on the kitchen table, Daniel looked carefully and noticed that Seth was 
not only naked but also he was not carrying his gun because he was busy with the 
rope.

This was Daniel's opportunity.

He tiptoed out from the laundry room and aimed the rifle at Seth's buttocks. 
When he pulled the trigger, the dart flew through the air in a flash of bright 
red before striking Seth in the buttocks. The man suddenly looked up at the 
ceiling and cried out, although it was difficult to know whether the screaming 
was a reaction to the tranquilizer dart or the sexual activity.

In two second, Seth collapsed to the floor like a bag of bones. Daniel reloaded 
the rifle and walked up to Seth's body to see if he needed to fire another shot. 
He nudged Seth's body with the barrel two times to confirm to himself that Seth 
had been knocked out by the sedatives. Daniel picked up Seth's pants on the 
floor and reached into the pockets to pull out a set of keys, which had not only 
the house keys but also the car keys as well as the keys necessary to deactivate 
the security system.

Daniel walked up to the naked blonde woman who was tied on the kitchen table.

"My name's Daniel," he said. "What's you name?"

"I'm Cindy," said the woman. "How do you know Seth?"

"He kidnapped me and kept me here."

Cindy looked at Daniel with pity. "I'm sorry...you poor thing. Did he touch you?"

"He's been raping me for about a week."

As she stared at him, Daniel looked at Cindy's naked body. She had a beautiful 
body that made Daniel's penis very hard.

"Listen, kid, I no longer have a husband," said Cindy, who seemed to have 
noticed Daniel's erection. "I'll let you fuck me all you want when we're out of 
here, but for now please let's get out of here and go to the police."
Chapter Seven: Epilogue

After the arrest of Seth Orson, further investigation by the police revealed 
that Seth worked as a fund manager, but that job was mainly a front of 
respectability that concealed his core career of international human 
trafficking. He was suspected of abusing dozens of women and children all over 
the world, although evidence to prove this was difficult to find because most of 
the victims had not been found and, if they were found, they were usually 
unwilling to testify in court. Seth owned hundreds of companies, bank accounts, 
gold deposits, and mansions scattered all over the world.

Daniel and Cindy testified against Seth in court. The Crown prosecutors charged 
the defendant with sexual penetration of a child, and even though Seth hired 
very expensive and experienced defence lawyers, he was ultimately sentenced to 
five years in prison.



THE END



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