Interview with a serial in prison (straight, brutality, BDSM)

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Monica is writing her next book, this one about serial rapists of more recent years and she goes to visit the most notorious, Dane and she gets taught about the inner workings of his mind. She goes home to discover something shocking.



Monica Andrews sat in the slightly dim room of dark grey brick walls of the visitor’s room at the California Institutional Prison for the Criminally Insane that surrounded her, with the exception of the glass wall that separated her from the room across from her. The room was a bit chilly and she was wondering how long it would be before her interviewee would be brought to her.
Monica was there to interview Dane Harris for her next book about serial rapists. Dane was a convicted serial rapist from 1990 to 2004 who was the most notorious of serial rapists anywhere throughout history. He was known for his acts of violent rape of women of all ages, never once killing them, because he liked the idea of them living with that in their memory for the rest of their lives.

She scribbled some notes down onto the paper in her large journal and then she heard a loud buzz off in the distance, followed by the opening and then closing of loud steel doors.

She jumped when the same kind of loud buzz entered the room she sat in blared off and she saw two lights above the door of the room opposite her flash. The door opened and one guard walked into the room behind the glass and another led Dane into the room in shackles. Dane was a large framed, tall man of 6’5”, weighing 292 pounds and he had a shaved head and a goatee of black and grey hair and eyes that looked soulless as he stared at Monica through the thick glass. She saw him turn his head briefly and she saw what appeared to be a tattoo of a Baphomet pentagram on the back of his head. She was expecting to see him in orange, but instead he was in a white jumpsuit. She watched as the guards undid his shackles and cuffs he was in, then quickly leaving the room and closing the door behind them. It locked loudly, leaving Monica alone with Dane with the glass separating them.

Dane sat down across from her and peered at her through the glass. She was nervous, but she smiled anyway. “Hi, I’m Monica Andrews and I’ll be interviewing you for the next couple of hours about your “experiences” that led you….well….HERE.” She laughed nervously. His expression was somewhat blank and serious and he nodded while looking at her sitting there in her white blouse and short skirt. Her auburn hair fell neatly past her shoulders in slight waves.

She had on a pair of glasses and through the lenses he could see her green eyes.

“Mister Harris…”

“Dane…..Call me Dane. Not that Mister Harris bullshit.” He ordered in a stern manner.

She smiled again, “Right…sorry, Dane. “ and then a pause, “As you were told before I came here, I am an author writing a book about serial rapists of more recent times. I’m going to ask you a series of questions and please be completely open with your answers.”

Dane nodded once, still staring at her slowly up and down, at her silky smooth legs and her decent sized set of tits. He felt his cock start to twitch in his jumpsuit.

Monica then continued with her interview. “Dane, tell me what got you into…doing what you did starting in 1990…”

“You mean violently raping women?” He let out a slight grin.

“Yes…” She said in response.

“I loved it. Every minute of it. I was good at doing it and not getting caught for many years.”

Monica nodded in acknowledgement and jotted this down in her journal. “And what is it that you loved about it?”

“A lot of things. Dominating them. Treating them like filth. Ignoring their pleas as I sodomized them violently, tearing open their rectum or pussy” Dane let out a chuckle. “I have a big cock, so I know it hurt them when I jammed it without mercy into their holes. Especially their asshole. “ Dane felt his cock growing hard.

Monica was expecting him to be blunt, but not that blunt. “I see. And…why did that excite you?”

“Because women are whores. You’re all whores. Your purpose is to serve men and yet you all like to be teases and play these mindfuck games with men to get your way, giving them the slight glimmer of hope that you might carry out your female duty.” He was very stern with her and she felt chills run up and down her spine.”

“So you liked to objectify them…” Monica insinuated to him.

“I like to take from them what is rightfully mine as a man. You think that if this glass wasn’t separating us right now that I wouldn’t rape you harder than you could imagine?” He let out a half laugh and shook his head, the staring back at her, “You’re lucky you’re behind that glass.”

Monica was a bit horrified at what he just divulged to her about wanting to rape her. She decided not to respond to it, to be on the safe side.

“So…Dane…have you always felt this way?”

“Mmm-hmm” he muttered.

“What started it do you think?” She asked

“The minute I hit puberty and heard about what rape was after my cousin turned up at home after being gangraped one night I wanted to do it. But I didn’t start raping women until I was 26. I held back. Kept my cool. I’d pick up prostitutes a couple hours away and demand they take it in the ass, but it didn’t go farther than that. I wasn’t scared to rape them, I just didn’t know how I wanted to do it for the first time.”

Monica continued jotting down this information for her book and then she looked back up at him. He was now sitting back more in the cold, plastic chair and she could see the outline of his cock raising up the crotch of his jumpsuit. She pretended not to notice, but his eyes were fixated on her and he saw her look. “Ummmm…sorry I…”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s your position to want it. You don’t feel whole without it in you.” Dane interrupted.

Monica avoided answering and continued to ask him more. “Dane…why don’t you tell me a bit about your…experiences in this…tell about some of them.”
Dane was quiet for a moment as he thought back to he countless women he had violated against their will. “Well…the easiest ones for me were the ones I’d find alone in more remote areas where no one was there to see me and I’d come up behind them with chloroform on a hanky and put it over their mouth. Then when they were passed out, I’d take them to my secluded cabin way deep in the woods. I mean, real deep in the woods where no neighbors were anywhere nearby. By the time they woke up, they were stripped naked and I’d be standing over them, looking down at them, ready to violate them and I’d see how scared they were. They’d cry. They’d beg, “Oh please please no!” and I’d tell them they might as well shut the fuck up because no one was going to hear them or find them. I’d usually have them on the bed or couch and I’d straddle their face and force my cock into their mouth. They’d try to squirm away, but I usually picked victims much smaller than me who weren’t able to resist. They’d gag on my cock and tears would be running down their face as I pushed it down their throat more and more. I’d fuck their throat for a good long time before I worked my way down to their pussy. That is, if I chose to allow them to have my cock in their pussy. A lot of times I just turned them onto their stomach and forced my way up their asshole, dry, so they’d bleed all over my cock.” Dane then laughed with an evil laugh. “Goddamn they’d scream too!”

Monica couldn’t believe how graphic Dane was being, but then she thought, why should she be surprised? Look where she was sitting at the moment!

“So Dane, is that always what you did or did you use other methods?” she inquired.

“Oh fuck there were all sorts of ways to do it. I’d go to the city and meet them at a seedy dive bar, then when they agreed to get in my truck thinking I’d be taking them home for some good sex, I’d drive them to an abandoned warehouse out in the commercial part of the city where there wasn’t a soul at night. Usually I had to smack them around before I’d drag them into the damp warehouse, stuff a hanky in their mouth, rip their clothes off, or at least expose their bottom area and I’d pin them down on that cold cement floor and bang them so hard in their ass I thought they were gonna crack in two.” I also fed them tranquilizers, so that by the time I was done with them, everything would really be a blur and they’d wake up alone down some alleyway I’d dump them off in and not know what the fuck happened. Did that a lot actually” Dane said, appearing to be proud of himself.

Monica was becoming more and more fearful, but was grateful to have the glass between her and this monster rapist who sat before her. She decided to continue on though. “And there is more….?”

Dane let out an amused chuckle. “Yeah I liked to break into the homes of elderly women and sodomize them beyond belief. I was scared a couple times it might do them in, but it just left them blurred in the head and they weren’t able to identify me, or I’m sure they got the images in their head mixed up. Old women are such cunts, they deserve it.” Dane shook his head in disgust. “Most of them I could tell had never taken a cock in their ass in their entire life. I think that I was their last chance to experience true love, to discover their true meaning and whey they were here on this earth and maybe they could pass feeling more whole. I mean…sodomy is the greatest thing in life and women don’t know how good they have it when a man like me violates their anal cavity with such force and I flood them with my seed. It’s a gift they are receiving when that happens.” Dane felt his cock fully hard and he didn’t hesitate to let Monica see it somewhat sticking out of the opening of his jumpsuit. Dane then continued on, “I will tell you this, sweet Monica….after you leave here, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me and you’re going to wish I’d taken you, too.”

Monica shuddered and stared at him in astonishment. “Uhhh….”

“I think I’m done with this interview.” Dane said, sternly. “But when I go back to my cell, I’m going to jack my cock so hard that this whole place will hear the roar of my cumming because I’ll be thinking about raping you repeatedly. Good day, my dear.”

Monica closed her journal and got up out of her chair, not turning around, but backing away from the glass wall that separated them until she felt the door behind her. He continued to stare at her with his blackened eyes. She pushed the door open and found her way out as fast as possible. She let the guards know she was done with the interview and she then got out of there swiftly.


That night, Monica had a dream…a very vivid dream about Dane showing up at her apartment and raping her asshole in her own bed. It was so real, she could almost smell his musky scent, fell him weighing her down and when she woke up she was in a sweat…but her body wasn’t the only thing full of perspiration…her pussy was drenched. That seemed to frighten her the most.
To be continued…
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