In high school, I used ghb and acid to rape a girl on our first date. Even though I used a lot of acid, she still knew who I was. At first she just tried to avoid me.
However, the second time I picked my way into her home, and spiked her drink in her room with muscle relaxers. When she was down, I exited her closet to rape her in her own bed. I swear the tears ran down her face. However, I really loved the sense of power. I said nothing all three times I cam and switched condoms. When I was done, I put a keylogger in her computer. I left through the window.
Over the next few months, I watched as she tried to act normal to her friends and family. She did everything she could to avoid me. I masturbated to any picture she posted online. I masturbated to the panties I took from her room. I loved knowing that I had ultimate control over her at this point. I decided to rape her again.
I knew I broke her the third time. She was a shut in at this point. However, her family went on a vacation with my family and dragged her along. My mom and dad, her mom and dad, her, and I all packed into her mom's van. She sat in the very back, and I took the front seat for a four hour car ride. She silently texted away as I chatted her dad up. When we reached our destination, we checked into our hotel. Her family all chose to stay in one room. However, my parents loved to go at it. So, they gave me my own room. This was an impromptu vacation. So, I didn't prepare any drugs. I knew I had to find the right opportunity. The week was almost over when I had my chance. Both of our families had a big dinner at a nice restaurant. When her dad pulled out his wallet to pay the tip, all of the cards fell out of his wallet. I, "helped," him pick them up, but I kept the spare key card to their hotel room. When I looked at her to smile, I could see she was ghostly white. When we went back to the hotel, her parents decided to go for a walk. I could hear arguing in their room. It sounded like she was begging her parents to stay. Her mother yelled, "I don't know what has gotten into you, but when we get home, you are grounded!"
I waited until her parents were gone for 5 minutes before I went to her hotel room door. I assumed she used the bar lock that prevents the door from opening completely. So, I opened the door slowly, and pushed the bar with the key card. I closed the door as much as I could to push the bar, and I was able to open the door fully. There she was, crying face down in one of two beds. I slipped behind her and quickly covered her mouth, and held my knife to her throat. She tried to struggle at first until I made her feel the blade. I whispered, "You need to take your cloths off now." She cried silently as she pulled her pants down and took off her panties. I grabbed her hair, and cut her shirt and bra off.