A Villain’s Tale: May

My name is Chase Dolan and this is my statement, I plead guilty on the count of the rapes of 127 women from 2016-2018. I offer this statement in hopes of being allowed a lighter sentence. Enjoy as I did.

For those listening instead of watching, I stand at 6’3 and weighed in at 243 pounds. I’ve got brown hair and a solid build. You may have heard of my as Slick Jack the Frost, self-named of course. I arrive quickly and leave you shaking and this, my friends, is my story.

It was a thick winter as I trudged home from the gym. A stiff breeze blowing down Main Street; the cold stabbed through my layered jacket as I walked the 2 blocks to the parking lot. Hunching over, I tried to preserve as much heat as I cold as my black jacket proved impotent. I was just about to cross the street when the hail started. Within seconds, visibility has shrunk to only two or three feet in front of me. I tried to run across the street and reach safety as fast as I could but my first step was on black-ice and slipped reluctantly backward. I scrambled to get up, never seeing the faint light coming from the car before it slammed into me.

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I woke up in the emergency room, having just come out of a 5-month comma. Apparently, the freak storm that hit moments before I was struck by the car cleared seconds afterwards and they were able to rush me off to the nearest hospital where I was put into a medically induced coma in order for them to operate on, they continued to let me remain in stasis in order for my body to fix the remainder of my strenuous damage. I was released within the week but I was replaced at my job and my apartment’s rent has backed been backed up to the point where I had to find a new place to live and move within a month.

I remember sitting on my sofa on the first day I returned staring blankly at the wall, the house quiet as church mice. Everything had been going so well, I had just been promoted to branch manager for my company, making almost 6 figures a year. “I guess it was time to move out of this place anyways. It’s been a couple of years since I moved to NYC.” I thought as I finally prepared myself for my move.

The next month was a flurry of activity as I packed up 3 years of my life and left for a house further away, I was in no way broke and had all the money to invest in a quaint little place an hour and a half away in New Jersey. At 29, I had made good use of my father’s connections to pull myself up and through socio-economic brackets and was still rising. Until the accident, I was young, rich and stable. Now I was 2 out of 3, at least that’s still a passing grade.

I moved into a house in the middle of a culdesac with three other families. The Donalds, a recently married couple that has always lived in New Jersey. One was a pencil pusher in NYC while the wife worked locally at Soul Cycle. Then there is Alice Rogriguez, Jeanelle Eznol and Claudia Meng sharing a house to my right. Across the street is a little picture perfect family with two 5-year-olds. The Harrisons were young and loud, often inviting all of us to cookouts. Our little culdesac was an amazing place to live. The previous owner of my house only left in order to move in with his family since his mother was sick.

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5/5/2016

It’s been another month since I was jobless and now I played with the stock market. Money has become steadier and better than back when I had an actual job. I was still angry at my workplace for firing me at my time of need and still carried with me an anger bubbling.

However, the main reason I started writing was because of a new discovery. I could become invisible.

It happened first when I was in the bathroom taking a major shit, I was pushing hard when something snapped in my mind. A gentle and calming wave wrapped around me and I finished my business quickly and washed my hands. I was about to leave when I finally noticed my invisibility. I had yelped and panicked before settling down and just staring at the blank mirror for an hour before I slowly reappeared.

My visibility slowly appeared and feeling of calm grew smaller in proportion until a small ball of energy slowly swirled within the pit of my stomach. I had waited another twenty minutes before I tried and succeeded in making the energy wash over me and render my invisible once again. I repeated the action all the way until dinner time before I took a quick break.

Having a new ability, I was a little boy on Christmas. I drove to the nearest pizza place and a had a quick bite before taking off for NYC. Now, this might sound crazy, but it’s been a while since I got my dick wet and with my new ability, clubs just became the perfect hot spot to get some.

I pulled up to “Nirvana” at 11 pm, the music audible even an entire block away. I made my way to the door and tipped the bouncer a Benjamin to cut the line. I listened to the music, nodding my head to the beat of “Long Live the Chief” by Jidenna. But I’m not here to dance, I’m here to fuck!

I left the bar and into the dingy hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Turning on my powers, a slow calm washed over me, wrapping and embracing me as I take my next step. I pushed the door open and watched as a smoking hot brunette put on her makeup.The music faded into the background as the door silently closed. She was beautifying herself, her brown hair had small streaks of blonde. Standing at 5’8 and 125 pounds, a tight black dress wrapped around her figures and accented her ass. A black leather jacket covering over her dress made her even hotter. She was leaning forward and brushing up her eyebrows, with no clue as to what’s about to happen.

“You can do this Chase, she’s not going to see you and nothings going to go bad.” I thought, reassuring myself that nothing will be linked back to me.

I took a step, hesitantly, towards her. I checked out all the remaining details, I look told me she had B cups and the only thing she worked on at the gym was her ass. I walked back to the door and turned the knob, an audible click breaking the silence. She glanced at the door and I froze but returned to what she was doing. For a white girl, this girl was thicc.

Having made up my mind, I quickly walked up behind her and stuffed a premade gag into her mouth. She immediately fought back, reaching and trying to push me off. I pinned her body to the sink with my weight and pulled her hair up before securing the gag to her mouth with a clip that went behind to her neck. Her muffled cries were louder than the club music as I wrestled the leather jacket from her. She continued to yell, her eyes shut tight. I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her firmly against the mirror before ripping and tearing her dress. I backed off and surveyed my handiwork, the scantily clad women stared around in shock as she still sees an empty bathroom. As she reached to undo the ball gag, I moved behind her and yanked with all my strength, her dress. I came off with a rip and she remained in short heels, a bra and a lacy underwear. I removed the ball gag and she immediately started screaming.

“YOU BASTARD, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”

I let her continue to yell as I thought about my next move. With three steps, I was standing behind her. Before she knew it, I unhooked her bras and snapped the materials holding the panties together. She screamed in fear and surprise before backing into a corner, frantically looking back and forth, scanning the room for me.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO you?” she yelled, ending with a sob.

I had enough with the wait and decided to finally get what I came here for. I unzipped my pants and took off my underwear, hanging them on a stall. From her perspective, the clothes just magically appeared and she started screaming again.

“HELP, PLEASE SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE, ANYBODY!” she yelled out again.

I walked towards her before roughly pulling her into me. Without a word, I managed to pin her with my body to the sink again. She began wiggling away so I slapped her, hard, on the ass. She yelped and froze for a moment, it was all I needed to push her down to the ground and pin her down. I reached down to my 7-inch dick and ruthlessly applied pressure to her vagina until I entered. She screamed, then cried for help before settling for weak attempts of escape. I smiled, I got her where I want. I pulled out halfway before plunging inwards again, this time she let out a small whimper. I continued to slowly pound into her, increasing the amount of pleasure I gained while I began groping her soft, supple breasts and kissed her neck. I continued plowing into her. I increased my pace and rhythm, my dick probing her with quick short thrusts. She gave a groan, her body betraying her as she started clamping onto my dick. With my left hand, I reached down and gently rubbed her clit and she let out an illicit gasp before cumming all over me. I wasn’t done yet though. With a grunt, I pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the sink again, bending her over. I groaned with pleasure as the better position helped me reach a new level of ecstasy. I continued pumping into her before finally emptying my balls inside of her. She continued crying as my semen filled her up and started trickling down her thighs.

I took a step back and sat down in front of the door as the girl remained motionless by the sink, her tears messing up her mascara. After a while, she began picking up her clothes and walk towards the door, with a naked girl coming at me, my soldier stood up at attention again. I walked towards her before saying,”Where are you going?”

She burst into tears as she shook her head feverishly.”Please, you got what you came for, just let me go please.”

“I haven’t gotten everything yet.”

Before she could react I knocked her clothes to the ground before slapping her across the face. She fell to the ground, clutching herself. This time I covered her hands with mine and made her grab the sink while I used my legs to spread hers. With her ass perked up towards me and my dried up cum along her legs, I only had one option to finish my agenda. I let go with my right hand and took hold of my dick before pushing it forcefully into her tight little asshole. She finally reacted, screaming as I entered with only precum as lube. I didn’t even ease her into a pace, we took off where we ended and I furiously plunged her hole, over and over again. She cried out and begged for release but I wasn’t about to let her take a break. I continued pumping and groping, her breasts soft and nipples hard. I squeezed and pulled at her two nipples and watched as her face fought a war between pain and pleasure. I used my left and started rubbing her clit, much more gently. Her face clenched in pain and disgust slowly turned reluctantly into one of orgasmic relief. Her body trembled noticeably before her cum gushed out of her. Watching a knock out cum on me was enough for me to bust quickly afterward. As I pulled out, a string of cum still connected me to her ass. Giving myself a few more strokes, the last of my cum landed on the small of her back, slowly dripping between her ass cheeks, her sobs filling the silence of the bathroom.

Beating a hasty retreat, I put my clothes back on and drove back to my little culdesac.

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