The Female Rapist
By Jerry             VEGA987@hotmail.com
A female serial rapist terrorizes men in a quiet community.


My wife, Tess and I live in the beautiful San Bernardino Valley where 
the weather is fantastic all year round.  We are both 26 years old.  
Tess is a police officer.  I am a high school chemistry teacher.  We 
live in a ranch-style house adjacent to a nice park that is situated at 
the end of a quiet street with ten other private homes.  Since my wife's 
schedule and mine are not quite in synch, there are three days each week 
that we do not see each other.  We make up this lost time with a very 
passionate and intense love life during the days we are together.  We 
each have our own routines and everything could not be better between 
us. 

Tess is very dedicated to her job.  She is in excellent condition and is 
very strong as her body measurements surely indicate.  She is 5'9" tall 
and weighs 170 pounds.  She has long black hair that falls below her 
shoulders and green eyes.  She has tremendously developed shoulders, 
biceps and forearms.  In fact, her biceps measure 15 and one-half 
inches.  Her legs are equally impressive as her calves measure 16 
inches.  She has large breasts that do not sag at all due to her 
powerful pectoral muscles.  Her waist tapers down to an incredibly lean 
25 inches.  She hits the weight room as a required routine of her job 
and exceeds some of her fellow male officers in the bench press.  She 
tells me that she has benched 240 pounds once.  She is also one of the 
best officers in her precinct at hand to hand combat training. 

I, on the other hand, have never trained with weights.  I am extremely 
fit, however, and have competed in several marathons and other long 
distance races for several years.  I run five miles every single morning 
in the park adjacent to our home.  I am 5'10" tall and weigh 145 pounds.  
In contrast to Tess, my biceps measure about 11 inches.  Obviously, I 
physically do not stand up to Tess, as she is probably twice as strong 
as I am.  Tess has told me often that she is very proud of the fact that 
I am not ashamed of being so much weaker than she is.  Most men probably 
could not accept such a situation.  The moment I met Tess on a blind 
date during college, I fell in love with her as a person, not for her 
magnificent body.  Her physical attributes, however, are a tremendous 
turn on for me and I am aroused whenever I gaze on or feel her beautiful 
physique.  Just as in most loving relationships, where the man is 
physically stronger than the woman, Tess has never used her tremendous 
strength against me in any way.  She is the gentlest, most caring person 
I ever knew. 

One evening Tess arrived home from her regular patrol and during dinner 
she told me an astounding story.  "Jerry, I have to tell you something 
very important that will affect your normal routines until this 
situation is resolved."  I looked at Tess with apprehension.  Tess 
continued "today we received an APB to be on the lookout for a female 
serial rapist who has committed three rather brutal rapes against men 
not far from our home during the last couple of weeks.  It is believed 
that she has committed other similar attacks, but those instances were 
probably not reported because the male victims were too ashamed to come 
forward." 

Tess was right, I was taken aback by this.  Tess went on "She is 
described a large, muscular white woman, approximately 5'8" to 6'0" and 
weighing about 180 to 200 pounds.  Her hair color was reported as red, 
brunette and blond, so either she is dying her hair or wearing wigs.  
She has worn clothing during the attacks that ranged from a bright 
sundress and high heels to a jogging outfit comprised of a tank top and 
shorts.  Her male victims were all similar in physique, all on the slim 
side weighing no more than 150 pounds.  Each of the victims was wearing 
a sleeveless shirt and shorts during the attack.  The attacks took place 
at a shopping mall parking lot late at night and in secluded spots in 
two parks in the early morning.  In other words, she could strike 
anytime and anywhere." 

Now I understood why Tess was telling me about this in such detail.  She 
was concerned that I fit the victim's profile to a tee.  "Tess, what do 
you want me to do, stay at home and wait for you to finish your shift so 
that I can go outside safely while you hold my hand?"  

"Jerry, I would be worried sick about you if I knew that you were alone 
against that predator.  Please consider a few of my suggestions before 
you jump to any conclusions, okay?" 

Feeling a bit like a small child, I responded to Tess "okay, I'll 
listen, but I am not promising anything." 

"Jerry, first of all, whenever I'm home with you, let me run with you 
each morning.  I promise that I'll keep up with you."  I thought about 
this suggestion and as a matter of fact, I had asked Tess to get up and 
run with me for the longest time, but she always told me that she would 
rather sleep a little longer as 5:00 a.m. is a bit much for her 
schedule.  I answered, "I would love for you to accompany me.  I always 
wanted you to anyway.  So far so good, what's your next suggestion?" 

"During the three days that I am not with you in the morning, how about 
letting our neighbor Susan run with you?"  Now, I'm getting miffed at 
Tess.  "Now Tess, first of all, are you getting a babysitter for me?  
I'm a grown man for crying out loud.  And second, Susan is about 5'6" 
tall and weighs what, 130 pounds?  How is she supposed to help protect 
me?" 

"Jerry, through all of our years together, did I ever steer you wrong?  
Please trust me before you jump down my throat and let me explain.  The 
fact that you would be with another person would deter this maniac from 
attacking you.  Also, don't let Susan's small physique fool you.  She is 
much stronger than you are." 

"Tess, I accept the fact that Susan's accompanying me would in fact 
probably stop this person from attacking me, but why do you think she is 
stronger than me? 

"Susan belongs to the same health spa that I do.  I have seen her 
lifting weights there and believe me when I tell you that there is no 
way that you can lift as much as she can."  I asked Tess "how much?"  
Tess replied "she routinely benches 160 pounds.  I know that you never 
lift, but I definitely know that if you tried right now, that you would 
be lucky to bench 100 pounds." 

"And one more thing Jerry.  If you go out alone, please don't wear a 
sleeveless shirt.  This is one of the common elements of the victims.  
The perpetrator is preying on apparently weak males and, unfortunately, 
your extremely thin, underdeveloped arms indicate that you are a prime 
candidate.  I'm not telling you this to belittle you and you know it.  I 
never really insisted that you build up your body, as you are the most 
decent human being I have ever known and that is far more important to 
me than you having a macho body with bulging muscles.  But for your own 
good, don't give this bastard an excuse to hurt you." 

"And one last thing.  If heaven forbid that she grabs you and there is 
no escape route, please do not fight back.  Of the three victims 
interviewed, only one of the three gave in to her without a struggle and 
she did not hurt him severely.  The other two, I'm sorry to say tried to 
fight her off and she beat them up terribly.  Both of them suffered 
broken jaws and lost several teeth." 

I listened to Tess's suggestions and explanations and much to my dismay, 
I knew she was absolutely right on all counts.  Based on the physical 
description of the female perpetrator, I would be helpless against her 
physically.  Susan or Tess, by their appearance alone would probably 
prevent an attack, and even if I was attacked, the two of us together 
would be capable of subduing her.  I answered "Tess, I reluctantly agree 
with all of your suggestions, why don't you call Susan and let her know 
that I'll be glad to have her run alongside me when you're not around."  
Tess replied with a sly smile, "Jerry, I already did." 

So, my new routine began the next morning with Tess running alongside me 
during my usual 5 a.m. run.  When we got back, I realized the bonus of 
having a serial rapist around.  We showered together and made love until 
it was time to get dressed for work.  This wasn't going to be so bad 
after all. 

The next morning, Susan came by to begin her run with me.  We have been 
friends for a couple of years and for the first time, I looked at my new 
"bodyguard" with inquisitive eyes.  She was wearing a black tank top and 
white shorts.  I looked over her physique and Tess was right.  Although 
she was slender, I could see that she had nicely developed muscles.  I 
then boldly asked "Susan, before we start our run, I would like to see 
if Tess was really telling me the truth about how strong you are.  Would 
you care to arm wrestle me?"  Susan smiled at me and agreed.  We both 
laid down on the carpet and locked right hands.  She told me to say go 
anytime I was ready.  I said go and Susan put my arm down in about two 
seconds.  We tried it again, and she won in identical fashion.  I was a 
good loser and told Susan "well Tess was right.  You are much stronger 
than I am and now I feel that I'm in good hands.  It will be my pleasure 
to have such a beautiful and capable bodyguard as you run with me."  We 
then went on to the park for our morning run.  When we arrived back, I 
kissed Susan on the cheek and offered her thanks as she smiled and said 
that she would see me tomorrow morning.  Although I love to run, having 
a running companion makes the experience so much more enjoyable.  

Two days later, Tess informed me that the rapist struck again only two 
miles from our home.  This time she attacked a man I knew from high 
school named Andy who I had seen occasionally at the beach this past 
summer.  Andy also fit the description as a male with below average 
strength.  His physical appearance was very similar to mine.  He was 
about 5'8" tall and weighed about 140 pounds. She grabbed him in his 
driveway as he was returning from shopping at the grocery.  She dragged 
him around to his backyard where nobody could see or hear them and began 
her attack.  He too tried to fight her off and suffered a more brutal 
beating than any of the other victims.  She broke his jaw, his arm and 
several of his ribs.  She sexually molested him for what he thought to 
be over an hour.  He was now in the hospital in serious condition.  I 
now appreciated my wife's careful preparation in ensuring my safety, as 
I felt more vulnerable than ever from this unseen, but very real threat.  
This attack really hit at me psychologically, as I was now always 
looking around and feeling jumpy at the slightest strange noise whether 
outside or in my home.  When Tess was home, I tried to stay near her at 
all times.  When she wasn't home, I counted the minutes until Susan 
would arrive to accompany me on my run.  I had no male friends that I 
could impose upon to stay over my house.  I almost asked Tess, if I 
could invite Susan to sleep over our house when she wasn't around, but I 
thought that this was overkill and inappropriate. 

Two weeks went by as I followed my routine with Susan and Tess 
alternating as my running partner. No other rapes occurred during that 
time.  Then it happened. 

One morning when Tess and I were about to begin our run, her captain 
called her up and informed her that there was an emergency situation 
that she had to get to immediately.  Her partner was on her way to pick 
her up via patrol car.   She got dressed immediately and waited for her 
partner to arrive.  She asked me not to run this morning, but I insisted 
that I wanted to.  I told Tess that I would call Susan and ask her to 
run with me instead and Tess agreed that this was okay.  Tess's ride 
arrived in a few minutes and we kissed each other goodbye.  I called 
Susan and informed her that Tess was called away on an emergency and 
asked her if she wouldn't mind running with me this morning.  She agreed 
to meet me in 20 minutes.  I wasn't thrilled that my routine would be 
off by a half-hour but I agreed to wait for Susan. 

A few minutes after speaking with Susan and I stepped outside to wait 
for her.  I suddenly felt an arm around my neck and I was being dragged 
to the side of my house facing the park.  I realized who this person was 
immediately and my mind was racing at warp speed about all of the things 
that Tess and I talked about.  For now, I did not resist at all and, 
after being dragged to the spot she wanted to bring me to, she threw me 
down on the ground.  I looked up at her and saw that Tess's description 
was accurate.  Her hair was blond this time.  She was wearing a white 
tank top, blue skirt and black pumps, like she was going to work.  She 
was enormous, over 6 feet in her heels and weighed about 190 pounds, 
maybe more.  She had massive arms and legs and I knew that I could not 
fight her at all.  I also knew that Susan would arrive soon and perhaps 
if I could stall off the inevitable, she could save me from the 
brutality I was about to go through.  

I looked up at her and I began to cry.  I pleaded with her "please I 
know who you are.  I'll give you whatever you want.  I'll give you all 
of my money, my credit cards, but please don't hurt me."  She looked 
down and glowered "you miserable excuse for a man.  None of "my little 
boys" (her victims?) ever cried to me like an old woman until now.  Get 
up and at least put up a fight you sniveling weakling."  I was so scared 
that I could not move and she started to bend down for me.  I cowered 
into a ball with my arms over my head.  She grabbed me by the front of 
my shirt and lifted me up like I weighed 10 pounds.  I still offered no 
resistance.  She pushed me against my house and demanded, "take you 
clothes off right now".  

Since she was no longer holding on to me, I thought about making a run 
for it.  There was no way she could catch me in her high heels.  I 
thought about my escape route and decided that I wanted to break towards 
the front of the house where Susan would be heading.  If she caught me 
in the back where it was secluded, no one could possibly come to my aid 
until it was far too late.  I slowly pretended to take my tank top off 
and suddenly ran past her towards the front of my house as fast as I 
could.  Incredibly, after running about 10 yards, she caught up and 
tackled me, in her high heels and all.  I rolled over on my back and 
started to beat at her chest with both my fists as hard as I could.  She 
started to laugh at me, as she knew how weak and helpless I was against 
her bulk.  She grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground and I started 
to cry and plead again.  She started to humiliate me by licking my face 
with her tongue.  Then she glared down at me with an angry look and 
raised her right fist in the air.  I closed my eyes and covered my head 
with my free hand and braced for the beating I knew was coming. 

Just before she could hit me, Susan appeared and tackled the woman off 
of me.  They were rolling on the ground over and over, both struggling 
for an advantage.  I laid there on the ground frozen in place with fear.  
Somehow Susan got the upper hand and landed on top of the woman.  They 
grasped each other's hands and a test of strength ensued.  Susan was 
holding her own against her much bigger opponent, but the woman began to 
overpower her and reversed their positions.  Susan then wrapped her legs 
around the woman's waist and squeezed as hard as she could, 
simultaneously forcing the woman to fall sideways.  Susan's leg strength 
was causing the woman to grimace in pain as she was trying desperately 
to break Susan's powerful leg lock. 

I finally got my composure back and grabbed the woman around her neck 
and squeezed with everything I had while Susan continued to hold her 
tightly with her legs.  Unfortunately, I was not succeeding in helping 
Susan, as the woman was able to separate my arms with hers and threw me 
over her.  I realized that I was even weaker than I thought I was, but 
somehow I had to do something because Susan would not be able to hold 
off this powerful woman much longer.  I was about to kick the woman in 
her face, but again she grabbed me by my foot and spun me until I fell 
to the ground again.  I called to Susan that I would be right back.  I 
ran into my house, grabbed my cell phone and a bat and ran back around 
to where the women were still fighting.  I pressed the speed dial to my 
wife's cell phone and typed in our "emergency" code.  As soon as Tess 
saw this message I knew she would arrive home as soon as she possibly 
could.  

I now took the bat and placed it hard across the woman's throat as I 
straddled her.  Finally, I was doing something positive against her as 
she started to gasp for breath.  She grabbed the bat and began to push 
me off.  I jumped on top of her and pushed back with all of my might.  I 
was winning the pushing match, as the woman could not overcome the force 
of the bat and my full body weight against her throat in addition to the 
force of Susan's leg lock around her waist.  Susan, sensing that the 
woman no longer was at full strength released her leg lock and jumped on 
top of the woman right behind me.  Susan said to me "Jerry, I'll hold 
her now, you run in the house and get some rope, hurry."  I jumped up, 
still holding the bat, as Susan straddled the woman, grabbed her hands 
and pinned her arms to the ground.  

I came back and was about to tie the big woman's wrist when she suddenly 
pushed Susan off of her into me.  Both Susan and the woman jumped up and 
now faced off against each other.  The woman yelled out "you fucking 
bitch, I'm going to kill you."  Susan had to be scared of this woman as 
she towered over her.  I was too frightened to confront the woman and 
remained on the ground.  The woman then started throwing punches at 
Susan's face and Susan put her arms up to fend her off.  The woman 
connected to Susan's jaw and she dropped to the ground motionless.  
Susan was knocked unconscious.  My courage returned just in time, as she 
was about to kick Susan's immobile body when I jumped the woman from 
behind grabbing her around her throat and wrapping my legs around her 
waist.  She was now walking, carrying me piggyback.  I knew that if I 
let go she would probably kill the both of us, so I held on for dear 
life.  The woman was bucking and grabbing for my hair, anything to get 
me off of her, but I was frustrating her.  I prayed that Tess would get 
here soon. 

The woman then walked quickly backwards towards my house and slammed me 
against the wall.  The air was knocked out of me and I released my grip 
on her.  She then faced me with her fists up and moved towards me.  I 
was now out of options and again was helpless against her.  She started 
to beat me up with her fists and I couldn't stop her.  She threw me 
against the wall and continued to pummel me in the stomach.  My legs 
could no longer support me but she wouldn't allow me to fall.  She 
grabbed me under my arms and placed me against the wall still holding me 
up with her left hand.  She then hit me in my head above my eye and I 
was knocked to the ground now, barely conscious.  She was standing over 
me and glared "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you.  You're going to 
pay for trying to hurt me."  She then kneeled down over me and removed 
my shorts.  She was about to remove my jock, when, from the street in 
front of my home, Tess yelled out, "get off of my husband you big piece 
of crap."  

The woman now turned to see Tess and her partner dressed in police 
uniform, with their guns drawn.  The woman said to Tess "is this your 
man?  I'll bet I would be a much better fuck than you could ever be."  
Tess answered her "shut up you scum.  If I weren't in uniform, I would 
beat the shit out of you right where you stand."  Tess angrier than she 
ever was in her life because of how badly the woman had beaten me and 
Susan then added "tell you what bitch, I'm going to remove my badge and 
we're going to have it out right here and now.  I'm going to show you 
what it's like to fight someone who can hit you back, you big coward."  
Tess's partner, Joanne asked Tess not to, but Joanne knew Tess's mind 
was made up.  Joanne then took Tess's gun and badge and went over to see 
if Susan was all right.  Joanne knew that Tess could handle this woman 
despite her tremendous size advantage.  Tess proceeded to remove her 
police shirt to reveal her tremendous musculature and black support bra 
that barely covered her firm, protruding breasts.  

Tess and the woman put their fists up and walked towards each other.  
The woman had a four-inch height advantage due to her high heels.  Both 
Tess and the woman began to throw hard punches at each other.  Both of 
the women were connecting.  Tess's punches had no noticeable effect on 
her adversary during their initial encounter.  On the other hand, Tess's 
nose began to bleed from one of the blows she received.  Tess's great 
strength and training allowed her to withstand the tremendous power that 
the woman was exhibiting.  The women then simultaneously changed tactics 
and grabbed at each other.  Tess snared the woman in a bear hug while 
the woman responded by pushing Tess's head back.  Tess lifted the woman 
off the ground a couple of inches and squeezed hard, causing the woman 
to grunt and gasp.  After about 30 seconds, the woman released her grip 
from Tess's head as her massive arms fell limp at her sides.  Tess was 
winning the fight, as the woman was no longer showing any resistance.  
Tess released the woman from the bear hug and, although she was still 
standing, her strength was drained from her.  Tess then hit the woman 
with a left to her jaw and knocked her down on her back.  Tess screamed 
down at her "Get up.  I'm not through with you yet!"  The woman rose 
slowly to her feet and again walked toward Tess with her fists up.  She 
threw a weak punch at Tess's head.  Tess easily ducked and hit the woman 
with a hard right to her stomach that made the woman scream out in pain.  
The woman doubled over on the ground and the fight was over.  Tess then 
asked Joanne for the handcuffs and proceeded to lock them on the woman.  
Joanne then walked over to the woman, helped her upright and walked her 
to the patrol car.  She was reading the woman her rights as they walked.  
The woman never looked up as Tess glared at her while wiping the blood 
from her nose with her arm. 

Tess then rushed over to me and helped me to my feet.  She looked into 
my eyes with fear that I was hurt, but I assured her that my wounds were 
superficial ones and I didn't believe that the woman had beaten me up 
too badly as Tess arrived just in time to stop her from inflicting 
further damage.  We both walked over to Susan who had come to a few 
minutes ago.  She apparently was not hurt beyond a very sore jaw and 
possible concussion.  I said "Susan, I'm deeply sorry that I couldn't be 
of more help to you against her.  I'm ashamed of myself for being such a 
weakling.  I realize that if it weren't for you, that woman would have 
not only raped me but could have killed me as well."   

Susan replied "Jerry, I knew that this situation could have occurred at 
any time and that we would help each other out if that nut ever showed 
up.  I think that we did not disappoint each other in the least.  Thanks 
for YOUR help.  I think she would have killed me too when I was laid out 
cold."  Susan and I hugged each other as I helped her to her feet.  

Tess had walked over to pick up her uniform shirt.  She put it back on 
with all but the top three buttons closed, her cleavage still nicely 
exposed.  I then proceeded to kiss my wife as passionately as one could 
in public. 

Joanne handed Tess back her gun and badge and then drove the perpetrator 
to the police station.  The rapist was at last apprehended.  Tess told 
Joanne to call her when they need us to go down to the station for our 
statements.  Susan, Tess and I then went into our house for some much-
needed ice.  Tess made coffee and we sat around eating pastries during 
our "typical" morning run.  We all called in sick for the day and stayed 
together until night fell.  I felt so "safe" in the company of these two 
very strong females. 

The three of us have continued to run each and every morning under the 
same "bodyguard" schedule that Tess created for me.