The predator was nervous. Very, very nervous. In a world where such strange things as he could do could happen, there was no way to tell when karma would rear up to bite him in the ass. But he was determined to find a victim, and her name turned out to be Kumiko Najahara. She was an international student from Japan, twenty years old, very built for a Jap girl he noticed with satisfaction, and probably a virgin. She did not like to mingle. She had a single room. She had few friends. She would do just fine.

He’d planned it in some detail, and had put his gear in his pack. There was one unknown, but he had contingency plans for either way it worked out. Now he just had to wait. Wait until late at night, when even the dorms would be asleep. When the time was right, he got up and clicked the watch. From there, he got dressed, grabbed his pack from the closet, and headed out. On his way to Kumiko’s dorm he saw that there were still a few students up and about. They walked, probably drunkenly, along the dimly lit sidewalks. They were frozen in mid stride, of course, so he couldn’t be sure. He’d already obtained a key to the building, so he let himself in and went up the stairs to the fourth floor. In the stairwell he stopped and clicked the watch again. He took his recently purchased cell phone and dialed her number. It rang six times before she picked up. He hung up. She was awake. Good. He clicked the watch again and went to her room. No one was around. He unclicked and knocked on her door. Click to get out of sight around the corner and then click and wait for her to open the door. When he heard it open, he clicked once more and walked over.

Yes, poor Kumiko had opened the door all the way, looking out into the hall to see who was there. She stood, frozen in place, her nighty dangling motionless from her tight, fuckable body. He waved his hand in front of her face and grinned. It was easy enough to slide in past her and stand in the corner, out of her sight. One more click. “Hello?” she asked. “Who’s out there?” No one was out there of course. He waited until she closed and locked the door. She had the curtains closed. Good. One less thing to worry about. She’d already turned the lights on. As soon as the door was locked he clicked once more. She stood frozen again, turning back towards her bed. He looked around. There needed to be a test object.

He had the hunch that if he was touching her when he clicked the watch, she would remain unfrozen with him. But he didn’t know. If so, it was home free. If not, he needed to be more careful. Perhaps it wouldn’t work at all for two people. A tall floor lamp looked like it would solve the problem. He positioned himself behind her and got ready to act. Swiftly, he clicked the watch. He pushed the floor lamp over, and then he seized Kumiko around her neck. He clicked the watch one more time.

The girl screamed and jerked away. He just shoved her down onto the bed. The lamp stood frozen in place, tipped at an impossible angle. That was all he needed to see. He kicked it aside, making it fall to the floor and tackled the Jap girl on her mattress, pinning her small body down. She could scream all she wanted. No one would ever hear her because the world was frozen in time. All except the two of them.

“Shut up, you fucking cunt!” he shouted at her. He held her arms aside and punched her in her jaw.  “Shut your fucking mouth!” It was more intense than he’d planned, but there was no backing down now. The adrenalin rush was incredible. Kumiko let out a long wail of pain. He just grabbed at her nighty and yanked. Kumiko tumbled onto the floor, stark naked. He tossed the ripped garment aside and jumped on her, grabbed her hair, and smashed her head into the floor. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” He pulled her up and then punched her belly, hard. She let out an anguished squeak, doubling over. He just grabbed her legs and hauled her back onto the bed. She tried to fight him. He had planned to drag out the first rape more, but this was way too intense. He had to blow his load in her right away or he would surely pummel the little slut to death on the spot.

It was awkward, though, getting the ropes from his pack. Finally he had to knee her pussy. The agony made her shriek and clutch her cunt. He got up, got the ropes, and yanked first one arm and then the other up to the head of the bed frame. He tied them there. Her legs were free, but so what? He quickly got his pants off and went to work. He climbed over her and leaned down low over her face.

She stared up at him, her face showing her shock and blind terror. He wrapped his hands around her neck. “Not so smart anymore, are you Kumiko? No, you’re just a little fuck hole. Quit your bawling, bitch!” He was hard, very hard. Ready to go. And her hot snatch was right there. Once he held her down long enough to get himself aligned, he drove his prick fast and deep into her cunt. Kumiko’s eyes opened wide, nearly bugging out of their sockets. She screamed and screamed and screamed. It wasn’t a great fuck. The only lubricant was her virginal blood. But it was enough. He spat on her face and resumed choking the slut while he rammed her. She continued struggling, weakly. Like the little whore thought she would get away. The thought just pissed him off. It was tough enough without her constantly trying to stop him!

He rammed her. Again and again. After her face turned blue, he released her throat, slowed down his thrusts, and began mauling her relatively well-endowed tits. They were nice and large, like oranges, and perky. He clutched them as hard he his grip permitted, twisting them hard, digging his nails in. Kumiko, poor Kumiko, just wouldn’t stop screaming. Even when he mashed her nipples, crushing them and pulling them down to her sides, she just wouldn’t shut the hell up. Finally he held her face, leaning forward, and driving himself to a rush of orgasm. He spurted out his load of cum into her ravaged pussy, tensing up and letting himself drain into her.

That was it. The rage subsided. He leaned back and got up, gazing down at the ruined girl quaking and sobbing in front of him. Her hands were still tied to the bed frame, but she tried to curl up anyway, weeping for her lost innocence.

The predator pondered his next move. He hadn’t planned it to be so violent. It had gotten away from him, and it scared him. He had no ill will towards Kumiko, and didn’t want to hurt her. But still, she was hot and fuckable. He needed to think. He took the watch and clicked it. Kumiko still sobbed. He clicked it again and she went frozen. He got dressed, took her keys with him, and went out for a long walk.

The campus was still as he breathed in the cool air. What to do, what to do. He was still so wound up with nervous energy that he ended up walking for an hour, circling the campus a couple times. He resolved to skip some of the things he’d planned. But not all. He’d go for the conclusion. He went back to her room and went to work without a second thought. He had soap and water, and used them to thoroughly clean out her pussy. All the evidence was gone. He packed up the materials and then unfroze her and re-froze the world. She cried as before, taking up where she’d left off.

“Cry all you like, whore. Nobody gives a shit.” He found a pair of her panties and put them in the pack. Then he untied her hands. She made no move to run, only to cover herself. But he would have none of it. He quickly tied her hands behind her back and yanked her to her feet. “Get moving, cunt. We’re going for a walk. He put tape over her eyes, and then took her out the door and out of the building. Kumiko started struggling again, briefly, when she felt the cold outside air. A solid punch to the belly kept her in line. He walked her to the classroom section of the campus, outside the library and near the computing center. There was a good sturdy tree that would do nicely.

Kumiko was past coherence as he tied her feet and used a rope to hoist her up, hanging upside down from a branch. Her mouth was dangling at his crotch level. He unzipped and let his cock grow hard again as he slapped and poked her vagina. And once he was ready, he acted.

“Open up, slut. You’re going to suck me off. And you’re going to do a good job, or else this.” He paused to press the tip of a knife to her slit, “Is going up your fuck hole and out your ass!”

She sobbed again, but soon found his cock in her mouth. He stood, enjoying her torture. She had no idea how to blow him. He just face fucked her for a while, finally pulling out to spew his seed onto her face. She clenched her mouth shut. He mostly got her neck and cheeks, which was fine. As soon as he was done, he froze both her and the world.

What a fun fuck it had been overall. He grinned as he zipped up and went into his pack one more time. He had a final parting gift, one that Kumiko would never, ever understand. He laughed at his cleverness.

Epilogue

“Hey, Jimmy, you catch the Campus Gazette today?” the roommate asked when Jimmy got back from class.

“Haven’t read it yet. Why?”

“Dude! Didn’t you see the fucking headline?” Of course Jimmy had seen the headline. It had exceeded his wildest hopes. But he genuinely hadn’t had time to read it yet, what with his Differential Equations test that afternoon. Now he finally could.

“It’s wild,” Ray, his roommate said.

“What’s the gist of it?”

“Well, that girl they found hanging outside the library yesterday morning. Turns out she faked the whole thing. Now they’re putting her name in the paper, and her picture. Someone even leaked some shots of her when she was still hanging from the tree, all nuded up.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah. It turns out that the so-called semen on her was just Ivory dish soap. She’d squirted it up her cunt and onto her neck. Sure, it looks like cum I guess. But jeez, did she think it would fool anyone?”

“Some women aren’t that bright,” Jimmy said with a grin. “Wow, faked a rape. Must be some feminist type.”

“They say they won’t charge her with filing a false police report, but the transcript of the interview she gave the police is in the paper too. Wow. She’s got quite an imagination. It’s all in there.”

“I’m surprised the paper’s printing the nudie shots,” Jimmy said, looking over the dim but clear pictures of Kumiko hanging naked, surrounded by students early that previous morning.

“Hey, she chose to do it. Why not? Maybe she’s just an exhibitionist. Wonder if it’ll give other women any ideas.”

“If they’re smart,” Jimmy said, “It will be a lesson against making fake rape allegations. But you know, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if there are some copycat frauds. No, not surprised one little bit.”

The End.