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Hilda and the Virgin Rapist

In the darkest corners of the city, there was a young man named Pierre, an 18-year-old virgin with a rather unfortunate appearance. Desperate to enter the adult world, he was met only with rejections and disdainful looks. His frustration reached a boiling point, leading him to a drastic solution: he decided to disguise himself as a dangerous predator, hoping to find an easy target.

On a foggy evening, armed with a ski mask he thought made him look intimidating, Pierre set out to hunt for a potential victim. His eyes fell on Hilda, a stunning two-meter-tall Swedish blonde, as elegant as she was imposing, dressed in tight leather and sky-high stiletto heels. The chase began, and Pierre, like a clumsy predator, followed Hilda with a persistence that bordered on comedy.

Hilda, completely unfazed by her follower’s clumsy attempts, turned into a dark alley. Pierre, with nervous excitement, followed her, ready to execute his "plan." But little did he know that he was far, far from encountering the victim he had imagined.

As soon as he stepped into the alley's shadow, Pierre’s fate took a sharp turn. A spectacular kick landed squarely in his testicles, sending him crashing to the ground, paralyzed by the pain. Hilda, towering above him like a vengeful goddess, her stiletto heels gleaming in the dim light, looked down at him with a mix of disdain and amusement.

Hilda, observing the scene with cold delight, asked in a loud, clear voice, “So, what do you want, you pathetic little vermin? You’re a rapist, aren’t you? Yeah, of course, you’re a rapist!”

Pierre, writhing in pain, stammered, “No, ma’am, I swear…”

But Hilda was not one to be swayed by simple excuses. She cruelly dug her stiletto into Pierre’s chest, making him scream like a child caught in the act. “Well?!” she asked, amused by his suffering.

Desperate, Pierre confessed, “Yes, ma’am, I’m a virgin, and this is the only way I thought...”

Without mercy, Hilda kicked him in the mouth to silence him. “Pathetic loser! Worm! Strip naked and give me your clothes. Even the underwear!”

Shaking, Pierre obeyed, stripping off quickly. Hilda, her mocking gaze fixed on him, examined the clothes and, bursting into laughter, commented, “Well, I can see why you’re a virgin, with your cockroach face! Lie down, cockroach!”

He lay down, obeying the queen of leather. Hilda placed a cruel foot on his groin, laughing heartily. “My heels are bigger than your dick!” she exclaimed, her laughter echoing down the alley.

With terrifying determination, Hilda tossed Pierre’s clothes into a trash can and struck a match, creating a joyful blaze. Horrified, Pierre protested, “Hey! My clothes!”

“Shut up! Lie down on your stomach!” Hilda commanded, merciless.

Pierre had no idea what was coming next. Hilda raised her boot and, with sadistic precision, began to stomp on his testicles. She crushed his organs methodically until they were nothing but a red mush on the pavement. Then, as a final touch, she cruelly twisted her foot several times on the unfortunate remains.

But Hilda wasn’t finished. In one last act of cruelty, she stepped on Pierre’s hand, crushing bones and shattering his dreams and hopes under her merciless heels. With a final satisfied smile, she disappeared into the dark night, leaving behind a ruined Pierre, barely recognizable.

The horror comedy ended with a burst of laughter and a night of silence. Hilda had turned the evening into a scene Pierre would never forget... but not in the way he had imagined.

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Being in hospital, I can't really post drawings at this time so I post a story I did. Tell me If you're interested seing more of these stories (Hilda is a reccurrent character)