The Author of this piece of fantasy is very well aware that fantasies can come true. Rape is a serious crime as is Assault Causing Bodily Harm. People who have problem understanding the why and what is considered a crime should seek professional help in such manners.

The following depicts crimes against a female of the age of majority  by a male above the age of majority this author does not condone such thing in real life, here in a fictional fantasy piece it's acceptable due to the outcome he has written!

                                                                            Confession
Part One- Set Up

Midnight-The Alley:

As the beams of the moon dissected the alley the homeless man made his way into the mouth of he newly adopted home behind the sub shop and the barber. Just as he was about to take the last step off the public sidewalk, a guy barrelling out of the alley struck him, knocking him to the cement walkway. “Hey watch where you’re going buddy!” Getting back to his feet, walking deeper into the alley to the mattress he found a few days ago.

Spotting someone on the mattress, stopping dead a few feet away “Hey no way everyone been told that this is ole’ Ray’s place. Moving to the person lying on their stomach Ray extends his foot to the side of the person’s torso.. Forcing his foot under it until the body starts to roll over onto its back. “Go on beat it! This is my sleeping place!. As the moonlight strikes the body Ray vomits to the pavement.

On the mattress a female her blouse tore open, her bra pushed up over her breasts, pants down around her ankles. But it was the sight of her face that made Ray vomit, the right side of her face indented from the bottom of her eye socket  to the upper jaw.Blood dripping from her nostril and ear canal, something jelly like hanging down almost touching the mattress.

Ray’s mind was screaming ‘run Ray run and don’t look back!’ Unfortunately fate had different plans for just as Ray turned to run the backdoor of the sub shop open  and Ray’s benefactor John chose that moment to bring out Ray’s free meal to him. “Hey Ray tonight must be your lucky night!” the light from the sub shop along with the moonlight illuminate the alley. “Oh fuck Ray what have you done!

Turning back to the open door “Amy call nine-one-one!

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Two Weeks Later:

“Well Doc what do you think will we be able to talk with her yet?”

“I don’t know officer, she regained consciousness sometime overnight from the medically induced coma!” Consulting the chart in his hand “She’s been in and out since then!”

“That bad is it doc?”

“Well what would you expect when most of the right side of her skull is now molded plastic and screws. Her sinus cavity collapse and the upper jaw is being held together by four screws!” Looking up from the chart “Hell considering what she was found lying on it a miracle an infection didn’t snuff her  before she got here for treatment!”

“Just fucking great so far we don’t have a name for our vic!” Looking into the room at his Jane Doe lying their connected to machines and breathing apparatus “The only suspect been cleared by the lab!” smashing his left fist into his right hand “The only thing we do know is she was raped and left for dead in that alley!"

“Wish I could help Detective but we’re as much in the dark about her as you are!”

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The Third Week Since Her Being Found:

“Still no idea of her name Doc?”

“None she hasn’t said a word outside of ‘Thank you!’ with an Irish lilt in her voice!”

“Well can I at least attempt to try to ask her some questions?”

“Well I don’t see anything to prevent it!’ The doctor said “Hell She might even respond  and tell you something!” Opening the inner door escorting the detective inside “So you know we’ve named her Siné Doe!”

Leading him over to the victim “Hello Siné this is Detective Cartier he would like to talk to you if your willing?”
Siné doesn’t lets on that she heard the doctor just continuing to stare out from her bed. The only time either of the men get a reaction out of Siné is when Cartier accidentally touched Siné’s arm. She curled up into a tight ball Crying out “Cabhrú liom, tá sé ag dul i dteagmháil liomsa!” a few more seconds “Cabhrú liom, tá sé ag dul i dteagmháil liomsa!”

Cartier backs away a concern look on his face. Looking to the doctor who motions him to the door, As they both went back into the hallway a female nurse rushes in and calm Siné down.

“So you see out problem Detective Cartier, no one can get a single word out of her that makes sense to us!”

"Then our only hope would be a live press conference asking for the public’s help in identifying her!"

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Two days later

Standing at the podium the police logo behind him a LCD flat screen TV to his right. As the assembled print, radio and television reporters takes their seats. Boom mikes and handheld devices are placed in front of Detective Cartier. When everyone is seated Cartier begins
“Good afternoon everyone I’m Detective third class Graeme Cartier requesting the public’s assistance with the identification of this lady!” The TV comes to life with a picture of the victim he’s came to known as Siné

“If anyone can help us in the identification of this person please contact me at Precinct 69 at 555-3469ext 2469 anytime or call Crimestoppers at 555-TIPS that’s 555-8477”

That night the request leads off most of the city’s newscasts, repeating at the eight o’clock  news bulletins and again at the eleven Pm newscast.

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11:59 PM that night

The man in a full length rain slicker enters with a grey haired gentleman carrying a black leather briefcase. “My client and I would like to talk with Detective Cartier please!”

“About what Mr. ….?”

"Bannerman, Edward Bannerman, my client Regis Thornton want’s to confess to the Sexual Assault and maiming of Aisling O’Rourke!”


                                                                              The Confession To Follow

Oh I like where this is headed, CMG!!!


Can't wait for more......


Tony V.                   

[TheYellowKnight]

Intriguing set up!

[vile8r]

Every story must have a beginning........and this is a damn good one!

Sorry for the delay, some legal points needed to be cleared up that delayed my writing the end of this part

Part Two:

6:59 AM (7 Hours Since Entering The Precinct) 

“So I’m still having problems understanding why you did what you did Mr. Thornton?” Detective Cartier said before lighting the tenth cigarette since his return to the Precinct.”Start again from the top!”

“Really Detective Cartier is this really necessary?” Bannerman interjects “My client has already told you what happened five times so far, he’s supplied DNA evidence, voluntarily I might add, what more do you want, a live re-enactment?”

“No Ed it’s alright I’ll tell him everything again!” turning his head from his lawyer to the detective. “ As I previously already stated Detective it all started with me finishing reading “Abuse Me Sir!” and thought I could write a better story than that piece of shit!” Getting a faraway look in his eyes

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Five Months Before Her Being Found

“Anthony looked down to the sweating body of Jeanie and  that my dear Jeanie is the difference between love and animalistic desire! Spitting onto her cum slimed torso!"

I tosses the so called best selling paperback into the lit fireplace “Who the hell wrote that some loser writing on a website for the sexually retarded?” Pissed that that was published by AyeSir press yet I received notice after notice of rejection from the same place for my masterpiece “Degrees of Loving”

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“So in your mind she had to be raped, have her head stomped on and left to die all because of your over inflated sense of self worth?”

”Oh no detective I didn’t set out to do anything to her as I’ve already explained to you earlier!” Sucking in a lungful of cigarette smoke before blowing it out. “If I can continue?”

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Two And Three Months Before Her Being Found

After trying a rewrite I once more submit “Degrees of Loving”. This time I include a character going around trying to impregnate a chosen target after being rejected by her. Such a story worked for an author years before [ Ed McBain-Lightning 1984] so I couldn’t see why it wouldn’t work for me

A month after I sent it in, came the thick envelope I didn’t think I would receive -another rejection notice

      To: Mr. Regis Thornton
      From: Aisling O’Rourke
      Re: Degree Of Loving
              Mr. Thornton I am personally writing you with the suggestion that you do not submit any further works to our publishing offices. Your work is not the type of writing we here at AyeSir Press are looking for.. The story is appalling to the morals we strive to publish. Our reader are not the kind of people to want to read about a degenerate rapists trying to destroy the life of a woman. Such a plot is not acceptable not imaginable in modern society!
                                                                                                            Signed
                                                                                                            Aisling O’Rourke
                                                                                                            Managing Editor

The fucking nerve of this O’Rourke, my plot is so imaginable in modern society!” Getting incensed at her comment I decided right there and then that I was going to prove that just such an event was going to occur to someone she knew. Deciding the best way was to stakeout the office of AyeSir press to find my victim.

For six days I sat where I could see the coming and going there, stunned to find only one person ever ventured into the door marked AyeSir Press!- O’Rourke herself. Well that suited my plan even more. I spent the next seven days trailing O’Rourke around, learning her schedule, learning small idiosyncrasies like how she had a bottle of wine delivered to her home, each night by the G.Y.B.A.H. (Get Your Bottle At Home) Service.

The third Wednesday night since I started the scheme I first struck!

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“Okay this is the part I’m having trouble with!” Detective Cartier stopping long enough to sip the lukewarm cup of sludge in front of him “How did you switch the bottles of wine without the delivery man noticing?”

“I told you already how I dropped a couple pills of Ambient into her favorite Frisky Beaver Chardonnay, recorked it and Heat shrank golf foil around the top!” stubbing out the cigarette, getting out a fresh one, lighting up and continuing. “As the delivery guy pulled up I pretended I was on my way out, intercepting him, engaging him in a pointless conversation about the prices and what’s available. Dropping his delivery bag before returning to the car to get me a brochure. I took her bottle out replacing it with mine!” A deep drag then “ now may i continue?”

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Waiting an hour after the bottle was inside I made my way to the back of her house, to a window in the basement that was already cracked. Working the pane out I climbed in making my way to the ground floor, looking for Aisling,near ready to experience my plot come to life!
There on the couch I found her, sprawled out in pair of sleep shorts and matching top, her left leg on the floor, her right hard against the back of the couch. Digging into my jacket pocket, extracting a small buck knife, Cutting the inside seams of the shorts then the fabric between them, effectively making them shorts with a flap. She had nothing on underneath. Making what I was going to do all that much easier.

Taking off my jeans and underwear , my five inch cock already hard with anticipation. Lifting the flap I  made then laying down on top of her. Within seconds I buried as deep as I can get into her dry pussy about two inches at most, pulling back out spitting into my right hand then rubbing it onto the shaft of my cock before thrusting back in. Oh yeah the spit helped, not that I cared.

Soon I was thrusting away hard and deep into her working myself up into a frenzy of expletives as I used her. Only eight minutes since I entered her i feel my cum about to explode out of me, one more hard thrust then I sprayed her with rope after long rope of my seed. Pulling out I wipe myself on her shorts, then wipe down her pussy before stripping the shorts off her, taking then with me. Once more though the basement window, checking to make sure the coast was clear, I leave her to what sometime later would bring!

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A knock at the door Cartier gets up opening it a file comes through the small opening and the words “Sorry clerical just got in!” Then the door closed and Cartier opens, studying papers in the file.

“Well seems she did report a possible sexual assault but not until four days after you claim to have assaulted her!” In his mind ‘Shit that gets out and we’re going to look like uncaring assholes! Oh well my job is to collect evidence not P.R.!’

“Further proof that my client has already told you everything Detective Cartier, now do you believe his confession is legitimate?”

“Oh it’s looking better all the time, there’s just a few more points I would like to clear up if it’s alright by you Mr. Bannerman? Returning his attention back to the file, ‘Say is anyone else hungry or is it just me!”

“Look Detective Cartier either charge my client or we are going to walk out of here right now

“Oh no Mr.Bannerman, I sure as an practicing Lawyer you are aware that we can hold Mr. Thornton on grounds of probable cause for up to forty-eight hours before bringing a prosecutor in!”

“But I protest he came here of his own free will, he gave DNA samples and told you why and how it happened, in the book I read before coming here it stated that ,...”

“Book you read, Just what type of lawyer are you Mr. Bannerman?”

“Real estate! But I don’t see what difference that would make?”

                                                                                  To be continued

And now the finale!

 Didn’t bother fill either of then in that the Assistant D.A. was watching in the bullpen on CCTV. A copy of the report I have in his hand also. Nor do I decide to call off this interview, instead going straight to the day in questioned

“So Mr. Thornton care to give me the account again of the day in question?” In the bullpen the Assistant D.A. grabs a pad of paper and a pen.

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7:45 am (Seven Hours and Forty-five Minutes since entering the precinct)

As I already told you Detective Cartier, it was the the middle day of her latest fertile period so I once more planned to have her. But for some reason she’s changed her pattern,not going into work until 8 PM that night. I wasted a full day staking out her office and was very pissed.”
Watching her go in  I noted that she first looked both ways up and down the street before getting her key out, placing the key into the lock then turning her back so she got the solid door twisting her left arm to work the key.  When the lock release she opened the door backing in then closing it behind her once more locking it.

“And you knew she locked it how Mr. Thornton?”

“I went to the door and tired to get in naturally! After all I just waited all day to pump more baby juice into her!” sounding condescending that he had to explain again!

Going back to the mouth of the alley I waited for the light in her office to go out . A little after  nine pm it went out and I see the door open and she came out. I watch as she comes across the street . this side has more lighting than  her side does. As she about equal with the middle of the mouth I hit her with a blackjack.

“You mean this weapon that you voluntarily handed to me at the very beginning of this interview?” Hold the clear evidence bag to Mr. Thornton then just above him so the CCTV could captured an image of it clearly.

“Yes that‘s the one I used!” pausing taking a sip of the sludge in the cup before him! But I only stunned the bitch enough to pull her deep into the alley where I previously found a dirty old mattress. Dropping her to the ground i went and pulled it out, I didn’t want to scrape my knees in the greasy sludge and dirt in the alley.

Getting it, I toss it down and drag her to it, then I start to cut her clothes open with the jackknife in my pocket. And before you interrupt me again yes the same knife I once again voluntarily handed in at the beginning of this interview!. Starting with her blouse tearing it open, then pushing her bra up over her breasts before cutting the waist of her pants. Sliding them down around her ankles then cutting off her panties.
Dropping my own pants I onto her in a flash the knife held to her throat. Forcing her legs open enough I that I could get my cock close to her slit I was just about to start fucking her when she opened her eyes and spit a large gob of phlegm into my right eye. I don’t know what was in her spit but my eyes started burning, getting up rubbing whatever it was, hoping to get it out. As my eyes began to burn more l lash out with my right foot kicking her on the right side of the temple.

“And Then you raped her Correct Mr. Thornton?”

I’m getting to that Detective Cartier if you’ll let me go at my own pace!

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“Kind of an unsympathetic jerk isn’t he?” Assistant District Attorney Villers said.  “So outside of his confession and voluntarily evidence what else do we have against him?”

“Well we hope to have DNA proof before long, the lab has already fingerprinted the two blackjack and knife.”then onto the iffy evidence “The guys in the lab say they might be able to identify the various stains on the mattress found at the scene but can’t guarantee anything!”

“Good, if he gives the same account as the prior one then I’ll be more than confident in filing full charges against his ass!”

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Waiting to see if she was going to try anything else, I went and sat on an upturned milk crate. Five minutes she still so i return to her, spreading her knees apart I once more mount up. As I have already told you I didn’t care if she would enjoy it or not, I just wanted to fuck a kid into her. Thrusting in, pumping that bitch for all she was worth. Roughly ten minutes pass before i cum into her like I did a month before.

“Is that when you decided to stomp on her right cheek?”

“How many times do I have to ask you not to interrupt me?” getting exasperated with detective Cartier’s questions “I already said I did that after taking a turn in her ass!”

As I pulled out she still hasn’t shown signs of moving, tears were flowing down her face, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, the only sign that she was even alive. “Well bitch does the plot of ‘Degrees Of Loving’ seem real now?” Getting no response I return to the maike carton and sit down resting, as I sit there I watch gobs of my cum drip down from her pussy, onto her ass then onto the mattress!.

Then it came to me, why not fuck her ass and deposit the load created by doing that into her pussy also! With my cock once more hardening i go back to the mattress, rolling her over onto her stomach then mounting her once more. Sticking my cock back into her pussy to get it wet, Then pulling out, pulling her ass cheeks apart and set about to do her in her ass.

No sooner did the head force it’s way past her sphincter rim than her head raised and “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” shattered the air of the alley. “

“OH that all it takes to get you to react!” slapping the back of her head “Keep quiet bitch or you’ll find something else in there besides my cock” Her head hits the mattress and doesn’t raise again. Settling in I fucking thrust in and out not giving a damn if i was hurting ot even tearing her apart. As i felt my balls churn i pull out lifting her hips up from the mattress and ramming into her abused pussy. Four thrust was all it took before i starting pumping more streams of cum into her pussy!

As pull out i once more rolled her onto her back “Well bitch is the plot believable to you now!”

“You bastard I hope your caught and the entire population of the prison makes you their little bitch!”

The fucking whore was deriding me well i would show her. Standing up turning to make sure I was going to hit her with the most surface i could i launched a stomp onto the right side of her face. She tried to move by heel of my left foot struck solidly and I heard a sickening crack. 
She starting moan in pain instantly so i launched a kick to the temple again knocking her out.That’s when I knew I went too far in my revenge scheme. Getting my clothes, dressing all i could think of was getting out of there before someone either came out of someone passing by on the sidewalk might spot something.

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“Sweet Jesus that seals it for me! ADA Villers gets up “Get a message to Cartier that i filing charges of Assault, assault causing bodily harm, possession of an restricted weapon, Sexual assault and attempted murder against Thornton!

“I’m on it!” the officer gets up and leaves Villers to hear the worst statement he ever heard come out of a guilty person’s mouth

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“So as it worth it Thornton, almost killing a lady just because your so called masterpiece will never be published?”

“What I did what I thought was right!” staring at Cartier “Proved that such a plot was possible!” Issuing a statement that Made Cartier want to visit him  “Besides The bitch can now call it her semi autobiographical adventures of the last three months!”

A knock at the door “Interview stopped at eight twenty two by Detective Cartier!” Walking out,” yeah Don, anything new?”

“Not yet but Villers is filing full charges against that asshole!”

“Good!” Going back in taking Don and another officer with him. “Let the record show at eight twenty four Detective Cartier Detective Phillips and constable Jones return into the room!”

“So is Mr. Thornton finally going to be able to leave?”

"No Mr. Bannerman, I’m about to inform your client that the he is under arrest for the crimes the Assistant district attorney has filed as of a few minutes ago!"

Both men’s jaws drop to the floor “Mr, Thornton if you could stand and put your hands behind you back please!” then to Mr. Bannerman “And you sir may want to contact a criminal lawyer to help your client out of serious charges!


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[vile8r]

A masterpiece, CMG!

[CharlieWasHere]

Not gonna lie, I don't quite understand the purpose of the "real estate" lawyer or why they both seemed surprised at the end. Did I miss something?

The real estate lawyer was doing a favor for a friend. The surprise was from a couple of Cases in Toronto where the actual person confessed and the police ignored it for over two years!

[CharlieWasHere]

Ohhhh, ok.