The Predator
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
She prowled the streets, taking anything, and anyone, she wanted.


(This is loosely based on an actual incident that happened in Seattle in 2012.
Google "woman rapes man + Seattle ... .)

The woman was prowling the darkened streets of the tidy little neighborhood
near downtown on a quest for fun and profit in the wee hours of this late
Saturday night to early Sunday morning. It was one of those gentrified areas
that was very nice in itself, but which was surrounded by a large portion of
still-sketchy inner city. As a result, denizens from the outside sometimes
found their way into the neighborhood to plunder its contents. That was what
she was doing, although you'd never know it from her appearance: Pearls, a
little black cocktail dress, and stiletto heels made it look like she was
returning from a night on the town, so she aroused little suspicion among the
young professional "urban pioneer" residents as she stepped off the trolley.

In the dark it was difficult to trace the contours of her curvy but sleek and
powerful body encased in the black dress. She made every effort to walk as
daintily as possible so as to avoid showing off her catlike coordination and
reflexes, apparently with some success since just as she reached and alley
near the trolley stop, a wiry young man stepped out of the shadows and,
pointing a knife at her, demanded she give up her rather oversized purse. She
could tell by the way he held the knife far out in front of him that he was no
knife-fighter, but with a look of terror in her eyes she meekly held out the
purse; he reached for it with his left hand, but at just that moment it
slipped from her grasp. He moved to catch it, and when he did, she flashed
forward and trapped his knife arm under her left armpit, smashed her left hand
up under his elbow, lifted and hyper-extended the joint. "AAAGH!" he screamed
in pain, but his scream was cut short when she expertly drove two of her right
knuckles into his solar plexus. The air whooshed out of him, he fell to his
knees, and began retching as if about to vomit. Before that could happen, she
quickly smashed her right knee into his face, breaking his nose, then
re-cocked the leg and launched a second knee smash into his face which knocked
him unconscious, the knife dropping from his hand while he held him up by the
trapped arm. She grabbed his hair and forced his face into her crotch,
grinding her sex on his face for a full minute before allowing him to slump to
the ground in a heap. He would later awaken to the powerful aroma of her
arousal mixed with the taste of his own blood. She picked up the knife,
removed the cash out of the wallet she found in his back pocket, put both
inside the purse and walked away, whistling.

A block or so farther on she came upon a house party that had obviously been
wild and raucous at its peak, but which was now winding down as most of the
guests had left. An iced-down keg on the front porch along with what seemed to
be thousand unattended red Solo cups, coupled with the fact that the front
door was standing open and a loud stereo was blasting from within, all
evidenced the previous seriousness of the festivities. She quietly climbed the
steps, drew herself a draft brew and slipped into the living room, where a
young male reveler was passed out on the couch. She gently removed the wallet
from his pants, removed the cash from it, and laid the wallet by his head.

She turned down the stereo enough to prevent a police complaint, but still
loud enough to cover her movements, and made her way upstairs. The place
seemed almost deserted. As she passed one of the bedrooms, however, she was
amused to see through the wide open door a young couple naked on the bed and
going at it like rabbits. The petite, big-breasted little blonde was on top,
riding a large muscular young man underneath for all she was worth, moaning
softly with each stroke while he grunted continually as if he were doing all
the work. The Woman withdrew into the shadows of the hallway, reaching up
under her dress to stir her own honeypot while she watched. The little blonde
soon reached her climax and froze, quaking as she shook with contractions, her
breasts bobbing with each spasm. The man waited patiently as he could, but
eventually in frustration he brought her down and rolled on top of her, his
member still inside. He hooked his arms under her knees and planted his hands
forward so that her legs were spread wide and her sex slightly lifted. He
plunged himself deep into her and began thrusting away with abandon. She cried
out a little "Oh!" in surprise as she was again deeply, pleasantly impaled. He
was grunting in earnest now, concerned only with pounding toward his own
orgasm. She began to cry out softly with each of his thrusts, building toward
a second peak of her own.

The big man completely dwarfed the blonde pixie, his massiveness filling her
entire field of vision, and he himself had lost all awareness of anything
beyond her beautiful contorted expression and his own building ecstasy. The
Woman slipped into the room, lifted the man's wallet from his pants on the
chair by the door, and similarly levitated the girl's pocketbook from her
purse on the floor, placing both in her oversized purse. Just as The Woman was
about to leave, the man bellowed "COME WITH ME, BABE! COME WITH ME NOW!" and
then roared like a dying bull elephant as he came. The little blonde again
cried out, loudly this time, clutching the tops of the big man's shoulders as
she, too, went over the edge.

He made three mighty final thrusts as he exploded into her, crying out each
time, then trembled for a few seconds and ultimately collapsed on top of her,
completely spent. He was almost asleep ... until he was startleded by the loud
WHACK of The Woman smacking him on the ass. She laughed "Great job, Stud!" and
walked out, whistling as she closed the door behind her. The young athletic
couple, stunned and too exhausted to move, just watched her leave, baffled
expressions on their faces.

After a few seconds, though, the pixie giggled and said "Well, she's not wrong
... that was quite a performance, Baby!" as she languidly twirled a finger in
his chest hair. Little did she know that some days later, using cards she
found in his wallet, The Woman would find him, take him, bend him to her will,
then again relieve him of his cash after having rocked his world and ruined
him for other women.

Watching the young rutting animal couple had made her horny as Hell! She
glided silently down the hall to another door which was locked, but she could
hear someone loudly snoring on the other side. Like most interior doors it had
a mere privacy latch, which she was easily able to spring open with a small
screwdriver from her purse. She opened the door to discover what was likely
the master bedroom, with a huge four-posted king size bed in the center, upon
which lay a small but cute and perfectly formed naked man sprawled on his
back, sawing logs, his boozy breath permeating the atmosphere. Amazingly, the
man was in the midst of full-on morning wood, a disproportionately large
pillar of power standing tall and waving in the air. She couldn't believe her
luck! Acting quickly, she fished a heavy duty rubber band from her purse and
doubled it. She stretched it open and slipped it over his massive member down
to the base, where she let it constrict, a makeshift cock ring that would trap
the blood in his love wand and keep it hard as long as she wanted, whether he
wanted it or not.

She slipped out the dress and climbed up onto the bed. She lifted his little
arms above his head and trapped both his wrists with the iron grip of her
right hand, then lowered herself onto him, enveloping his massive man meat in
the vice-like grip of her sex. Mmm, she'd been craving this SO much ... she
relished the pulsing flesh tower as it filled her up. Slowly she rose and
fell, her vaginal muscles gripping him tightly enough to maintain contact with
her pulsing clit. It was glorious, to be able to use a man so easily,
manipulating his body in order to maximize her pleasure!

Even in his alcoholic haze, the man began to feel the intense sensations she
was forcing on him. His half-asleep Dominating Melissa Rauch reverie (he was a
small man, after all) gave way to conscious feelings of pain in his wrists and
something painfully squeezing his cock almost to bursting. Suddenly the dream
seemed to have changed to Melissa Rauch dominating HIM, painfully rough-riding
him for her own pleasure with no thought of the pain and damage she was
inflicting on him. He finally became fully awake, and the first thing he saw
terrified him""two fiery ice-blue female eyes coldly boring into him,
paralyzing him with their power. He felt like a mouse before a snake, a snake
much bigger than he, constricted the life out of him and then consumed him.

He panicked and began to yell "HEY! YOU'RE HURTING M---" but she had clamped
her iron left hand over his mouth. "Mmmph!" was all he could manage through
his nose.

"SHH!" she hissed. "Confucius say: If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it!"

"Mmph!" he uttered again, and began to thrash around, trying to throw her off.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" she whispered, "Struggle ... Mama loves it when you
struggle, makes it soooo good!" He continued thrashing, but his wrists were
trapped by her one hand, his face was being crushed by her other hand, his
hips were imprisoned by her iron thighs, not to mention that his unbelievably
hard member was gripped inside her tighter than seemed possible, and his small
body weighed down by a woman much bigger and stronger than he. Still panicked,
he continued to struggle, to no avail as she gripped everywhere tighter in
order to feel his every pitiful, futile movement. He began to tire, and as
Confucius' words echoed in his mind he began to succumb to what she was making
him feel. The pain was becoming mixed with pleasure.

She could feel him giving up, giving in, and she became frustrated and
enraged. "DON'T STOP, FOOL! Don't make me kill you just to get an orgasm!" But
she still felt his resolve fading. "Damn it!" she cursed to herself. She
shifted her hand to pinch his nose completely shut as well as his mouth. Soon
he was again thrashing in panic as he was unable to breathe, his throat making
little guttural vibrations that could not escape him. He bucked, he tried to
twist, he thrashed his legs against her thighs, he pushed his arms futilely
against her grip. His member thrashed around, too, bumping her clit, sending
shock waves of pleasure through her. In his last moments of consciousness he
heard her exclaiming "YEAH! OH YEAH! OH! OH! OHHHHH..." as her thighs flexed
to their full size and crushed his hips. He would later be found to have a
hairline fracture of his pelvis, perhaps the strongest bone in his body, which
had been unable to stand up to her crushing power.

As her contractions subsided, she settled on him and sighed contentedly, still
savoring his fullness inside her as he lay unconscious below her. Reluctant to
leave, she eventually decided she'd better finish doing what she originally
came for. She poked around the room, eventually finding the wallet he had
"hidden" in his sock drawer. It was really fat with cash""he must be the
homeowner and host of the party. She put the dress back on over her head,
fluffed her hair a bit and prepared to depart. She looked down on her latest
victim and noticed he wasn't breathing. Shit! She sealed her mouth over his
and gave him four quick breaths ... . He coughed and wheezed once or twice,
but soon began breathing on his own, although he was still unconscious.

She noticed his ringed cock had subsided a bit but was still quite engorged.
It seemed a shame not to finish him off after all he'd been through. (Egad,
was she actually feeling SYMPATHY for her victim? Surely not?!) She slapped
him lightly a couple of times, which seemed to rouse him somewhat, since he
groaned softly in response. She took the plump man-sausage in her strong hand
and began pumping it furiously. The pre-cum soon began to flow and his
hardness returned as completion neared. Fortunately, she angled the the cannon
away from her just as it fired. The constriction of his urethra by the rubber
band caused the cum to jet through it like water out of a garden hose with
someone's thumb over the end. His spooge rocketed forth, setting new height
and distance records as it shot across his body, droplets pelting him from his
navel to his eyes. "OHHHHHHH!" he moaned as the massive orgasm penetrated his
semiconscious brain, making his eyes open wide for a moment before he sank
back into oblivion. He would not awake until hours later, thinking he'd had
some sort of erotic nightmare, until he discovered the sticky cum coating his
face and body, along with the fact that all his valuables were missing.

It had been a good night, The Woman thought, as she strolled back to the
trolley stop. She liked this neighborhood and the people living in it ...
almost as much as she liked their money. She would have to visit again, soon.