Field Trial No. 11 (M+/F, M+/t, F/t, Rape, Torture, NC)
NOTE: This is a work of Erotic Fiction. If you are offended by such
Material, or are not of legal age, DO NOT READ FURTHER
Part 1 - Introduction by Steve the older brother
I want the reader to understand where I am coming from in providing this written
account of my brother and mine's most recent field trial. I am presently
attending college studying for my doctorate in psychology. My career plan is to
become a clinical psychologist specializing in the treatment of persons
considered "sexual predators". I work part time at a treatment facility
operated by the state government. I am assigned to a wing allocated to those
labeled "repeat sexual offenders". They range from rather harmless molesters who
brush up against women in subways to serious rapists and pedophiles.
Some years ago, I concluded my brother and I were sexual predators. We had on
several occasions kidnapped and raped females. I also concluded that it was
something we intended to keep doing as long as we were able. We had been clever
about it and were never suspected let along caught. Understanding what motivates
us, individuals raised by loving parents, to perform such anti-social behavior
intrigued me; therefore I enrolled in a college with a strong psychology
department. When I reached graduate school, I decided there was too much
emphasis on classroom studies and too little attention paid to fieldwork. I
decided to turn our acts of sexual predation into field experiments where I
could perform original research.
I did an extensive search of the literature. The concept of a trained
psychologist committing acts of sexual predation under controlled circumstances
appears unknown and undocumented. At least, it is not reflected in any of the
numerous case histories I was able to research. Therefore it became important
not only that I continue to participate in these acts but that I collect
documentation of the acts not only from my brother, a fellow predator but not a
psychologist, but also the victims themselves. I realize the lack of follow-up
studies of the victims is a detriment to my research. However for obvious
reasons, I cannot show up on their door-steps at 1, 3, and 5 years after they
were raped and asked them to describe their current feelings about the event.
In summary, my brother and I carefully plan the abduction of females. Once
abducted, our next step is to rape and abuse them physically. This includes a
variety of Sadomasochistic acts examples of which you will find described below.
We cause extreme pain and temporary harm but do not kill or maim them (at least
not so far). I must add that we experience intense pleasure from these acts.
Pleasure we could not acquire from wives and girl friends if we had chosen that
path. We indulge certain fetishes and proclivities. I must admit a strong
attraction to women's feet.
We, along with our victims document both what occurred and how we are affected.
Often I have to encourage victims to provide this documentation. Of course, it
is not surprising that a woman who has been raped and tortured for days might
not be too interested in detailing the events and her feelings; but I find a
threat of permanent facial disfigurement bring them instantly in contact with
their muse and the words quickly follow.
A little family history will further inform the reader and hopefully encourage
him to read on. My brother's name is Bill. Bill is two years younger than me;
but he took after daddy and is a head taller than me. He's the bigger, stronger,
younger brother. He's also very Nordic looking with blonde hair, blue eyes and
fair skin. I favor mother and that means I have a compact frame with auburn
hair and brown eyes. We are brothers who bear little physical resemblance to one
another. I tend to perform better academically than Bill; however, he excels at
sports and all things mechanical. Don't get the idea from this that Bill is a
dumb jock; he graduated with a three point accumulative average from our state
college.
Bill and I still live in the house we grew up in. It's a large farmhouse located
over a mile from the nearest neighbor. Mother passed away when I was in high
school. Daddy died in a car accident, killed by a drunken driver headed the
wrong way on the interstate. So I guess we are orphans not that we are looking
for any sympathy. The four of us were a farm family in an area of the country
where farming had become uneconomical. But fortunately, both of our parents had
inherited sizeable acreages from their parents and they had even added more land
when farming was still remunerative.
After daddy was killed, Bill and I decided that farming was not a career we
wanted to pursue. About that time, a residential developer looking to buy 400
acres that included sizeable lake front footage approached us. We both now live
comfortably on the income from the sale. Yes, we are men of leisure and in our
leisure time, we prey on women and girls.
Now that I have established the background, I'm going to turn it over to Bill to
tell you about our latest foray into the world of sexual predation.
