The 8-Mile Rapist (futa/male, rape, mpreg, death)

Story by jocman

I will warn you, this story is very dark. There is death in it but I won't put it in much detail. I mean no racism. If you feel I am being too dark or violent, then that’s too fucking bad. This is set in the universe of my first story "A New World." Some parts from that story tie in to this one so it's recommended that you read that one first. Feedback is appreciated.

Link to "A New World": http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?45778-A-New-World-(Futa-male-mpreg-rape)

Chapter 1

It was a quiet fall night in Detroit, Michigan in the year 2037. The weather was a cool 60 degrees. The train tracks travelled past the bridge where a blue car was under. In this car, was a beautiful African-American woman listening quietly to AM radio.

Her name was Monique Simmons. She was a 26 year old construction worker. She was four when the world changed forever. She quietly took out a pack of gum with a traumatic image in her head. Almost every night, she would remember the image of her mother raping her boyfriend back when Monique was only 10. She can still remember him screaming and begging her to stop but she never listened. This made Monique into a sex-freak. She always wanted to fuck no matter what time or place. Whether it was at work or in bed, she always found a way. Men always wanted her because she had one of the biggest penises around at 21 inches. She also was frequent in picking up men in prostitution. She had money so it never bothered her.

Today, however, was different. Monique wanted to do something new. Today, she had chloroform, a ball gag, and rope with her. She was ready to rape someone. She didn't know why, but she was already one of the strongest construction workers and she was a huge 6'5'' and a furious urge to fuck.

She was looking at a prostitute near down and across the street. She managed to see all of him. He had to be 18 at the most. He was 5'3'' and white with a terrific ass that was only being covered by a thong. He had black hair and was wearing a sweater. Monique liked what she saw. She checked her clock in her car: 12:42 a.m. She put her car in drive and slowly crept up to the boy. The boy had his back towards her. She quickly got hard from staring at his round ass. She took out a rag and poured chloroform all over it. The boy noticed her and walked over to her car.

"Looking for a good time?" the boy asked as he leaned onto her car.

"You know it, honey," Monique said. "How much do ya charge?"

"$25 for a BJ and $50 for full out sex," the boy said. That was pretty cheap compared to other prostitutes around the city. Monique sorted through her money and gave his $50.

"Get in the car," she said as she blew a bubble from her gum. The boy went to the other side of the car and got in.

"So where are we going?" the boy asked.

"You'll find out once you wake up," Monique said.

"Wake up? From what?" the boy asked.

Suddenly, Monique grabbed the back of his head and placed the wet rag over his mouth. He tried to free himself from her grasp but she was too strong for him. His yells were muffled by the rag as Monique stared at him with a cold, dead stare as she calmly held the rag over his mouth. The boy's struggles soon stopped as his eyes closed and he passed out. Monique took the off of him and pushed him off the seat. She didn't want anyone to become suspicious if they saw an unconscious prostitute in her car.

Detroit, even after the change, still had tough times. More businesses have left the city and the city overall has more crimes committed than Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Atlanta over the past year. It leads in rapes, murders, and overall jail sentences. Tourism is at an all time low and there are more abandoned homes in Detroit than there are homes with residents.

Monique knew the locations of a lot of abandoned homes. She used to party at them and set fire to them on Devil’s Night. She had an apartment that was located over a bar but she needed to be extra careful tonight. Nothing she was doing right now was considered legal.

After 20 minutes of driving, she found the perfect house to do the crime. It was a one story house in a neighborhood where most houses were abandoned. She took the unconscious boy in her arms and carried him into the house. The door was unlocked so there was no issue getting in. She had been in this house before during a fling with one of her friend’s brother a year ago. The man was impregnated and Monique never saw him again. No way in hell she was raising a child.

She went into what was once a bedroom and she laid the boy down on his stomach. She then took her rope and proceeded to tie his arms together and then she did the same to his legs. She then used her strength to rip his sweater and thong off. She looked at the boy’s young body. He had a three inch penis and a completely hairless body. What she liked the most was the bo

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