>be me
>Anon
>bored and lonely one night
>Download “Mate Finder” just for the hell of it
>not that I really expect to find anything
>more or less looking to catfish some chicks
>maybe string a few along or something
>lead them on for a few weeks and then hit them with the “I’m not good enough for you.”
>heh, yeah
>match with some nearly right away
>some elves, a harpy or two, a hellhound
>conversations really don’t go anywhere
>schedule a date with a centaur that I don’t intend ever to go on
>Nice
>get matched with another chick
>she messages me first
>”howdy, how are you?”
>Nani?


>click her profile
>see the picture of her
>she’s a well built chick of average height with dark grey hair. Sitting on a porch surrounded by vegetation.
>large, fluffy looking triangular ears that are rounded are poking out of a straw hat
>she's wearing overalls and has a poofy ringed tail wrapped around her front
>holy shit
>a raccoon girl
>not too bad looking either
>just from the picture I can tell she’s…impressive
>nice sized hips
>large chest
>wow, she seems amazing
>kinda weird that she would put a picture up like that and match with me
>especially since my profile pictures are just Godzilla
>hmmm…
>interesting
>message her back and say hello
>she immediately clicks with me
>says her name is Jessamine, apparently she lives on her farm not too far away from here
>get to know her a little bit
>...
>well
>lot of bit
>she likes talking
>or, texting?
>she gushes to me about how she loves nature and animals and that she never would hurt another living soul.
>her passion is growing plants
>absolutely loves flowers
>she matched with my profile because she thought the Godzilla “looked cool”
>thanks?
>talk with her a bit more
>she seems like the type who would be very easy to string along for weeks…
>maybe even months...
>or perhaps a year
>but do I really want to do that?
>there’s dozens of stuck up bitches on here that need that reality check
>no
>Jessamine is special
>*very* special
>I have ideas for her
>something better than just messing around over text
>She's seems kind of childish but that’s…
>useful
>for me
>tell her I want to get to know her better and meet her in person
>she responds with a hard yes
>and asks if tomorrow would work
>tomorrow?
>that soon?
>well, why not?


>she asks if I could pick her up from her farm since her truck is in the shop
>and she mentions that there’s no one else who can do it since she lives alone and she has no neighbors
>...
>inviting some random stranger over to your house that you met on the internet that you haven’t even seen?
>and telling them you live alone?
>she seems very…
>naive
>...
>even better
>I tell her I would be more than happy to do so
>because you better believe I am
>My life certainly just got a little more interesting
>and so did Jessamine’s
>she just doesn’t know it yet


>next day comes
>get ready for my date with Jessamine
>put on a nice shirt and pants
>good smelling cologne
>don’t want to appear to be like trash
>but maybe since she’s a raccoon she would like that…
>eh, I try that later
>for now, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave soon
>hop in my Honda Accord and take off
>pick up some flowers from a shop on my way over
>because why not?
>it’s about a 30 minute drive, but I make it out to her house in the country side
>and it’s a very nice place
>all of it is built in the middle of a large clearing in a pine forest
>cozy looking cottage with a red barn nearby
>huge field of flowers and plants
>there's even an old, beat up red truck that’s been overgrown with plants sitting by the house's chimney
>it’s a very /comfy/ place
>as I walk up to the porch I see movement in the field
>a cute looking face pokes up from the flowers, fluffy ears wiggling curiously and puffy tail twitching behind it
>”hey, are yah Anon?”
>”yeah, that’s me?”
>her face lights up happily
>she quickly scampers out of the garden field to great me
>her hat falls off while she moves
>she’s covered in sweat and dirt
>she grabs my hand and shakes it happily
>”I’m Jessamine hun. Course yah probably already knew that. I’m so happy to meet yah in person.”
>she’s very excited
>”hey, my names Anon. Good to meet you Jessamine.”
>she stops shaking my hand and combs a hand through her hair
>lots of dirt falls out of it
>she blushes and looks around embarrassed
>”uh-well-uh-yeah-I-uh….sorry hun I lost track of time while gardening.”
>I wave it off
>”hey it’s fine. Take some time, get yourself cleaned up. I’m in no rush.”
>Jessamine smiles brightly
>”righty right hun. Be just a hot minute.”


>Jessamine runs inside her house
>knowing a monster girl she will take a bit longer getting ready
>take some time to look around her garden and the outside of her house
>one door in and out
>good amount of ground level windows
>apparently she has a basement as well, judging by the small windows down by the ground
>interesting…
>go and sit on the brick porch
>this is a really nice place
>I hear the door open behind me
>Jessamine practically leaps out of the house
>”well, how’d I look?”
>she’s wearing a sundress with cherries printed all over it
>a clean straw hat is sitting on her head
>she looks gorgeous
>”ready to go to dinner hun? I kinda worked up a appetite in the garden.”
>you better believe I am ready for dinner
>and so much more


>Drive Jessamine into town
>she loves my accord
>get to the restaurant
>just one of those Texas style steakhouse places
>Not my first choice, but Jessamine was the first to suggest it
>yes, I know, a woman who actually knows where she wants to eat
>she’s more special than I thought
>she’s chattering with me the entire time
>and I don’t mind talking to her
>she’s so happy that somebody actually wanted to go out
>”usually the other fellas just text me for a few days and then fade away. They’re pretty off out by me for some reason.”
>help her out of the car when we get to the restaurant
>she giggles ecstatically
>the inside of the restaurant is one of those typical strange western ones
>peanut shells on the floor
>hay bale seats in the waiting area
>workers dressed in flannels
>”this is an...interesting place.”
>Jessamine giggles nervously
>”well yeah...I try to get any excuse I can to go here hun. It’s my favorite.”
>I’ll remember that


>get seated and start talking with Jessamine, trying to get to know her better
>apparently she’s one of two daughters from her family, but she’s estranged from them
>city life wasn’t for her, but her family didn’t like that
>so she just lives in the countryside alone and farms flowers and stuff
>”I really love flowers hun, they fill that little hole in my heart.”
>I’ll remember that
>by the time our food comes Jessamine is looking a little sleepy
>she lets out a big yawn
>”not boring you, am I?” I ask her with a chuckle
>Jessamine gives a nervous giggle
>”naw hun, not you. You’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a long time. It’s just that I’m nocturnal, but I don’t like sleeping in the day. Flowers don’t really bloom at night. My sleep schedule is all sorts of messed up, so I might just fall asleep and take lots of naps.”
>she lets out a laugh
>”it’s embarrassing, but sometimes I just Love falling asleep in my flower field. It’s so comforting and nice, like a soft hug.”
>lean in a little closer to her
>”better than falling asleep in a mans arms?”
>Jessamine blushes and her tail swishes a little
>”well...I’m not sure about that.”
>she’s a little naive, so a bit of flirting like that goes a long way
>we finish up dinner and decide to go back to her farm
>I drop her off at her front door
>she turns and looks at her front door and then bashfully looks back at me
>”hey...I know it’s late...but, you wanna come inside for some coffee?”
>inviting me in?
>on the first date?
>hmmm…
>”I’d be more than happy for coffee.”

>end up sitting on the couch in her living room watching old western movies with her
>Jessamine is leaning on my shoulder
>her ring tail is wrapped around her waist and resting on my lap
>this is ok
>pretty nice
>I eventually hear a little snore come from Jessamine
>huh, guess she does fall asleep a lot
>I move my shoulder a bit and she wakes up a little
>”hey Jessamine? I’m gonna head home if that’s alright with you.”
>Jessamine slowly nods yes with a smile
>I get up and she lays down on the couch
>I get a blanket and cover her up
>lean down by her side brush her tail down
>”thanks for tonight Jessamine. It was fun.”
>”well hun, it’s the best night I’ve had in a long time.”
>plant a kiss on her head between her ears and then walk out
>I feel a lot of anticipation on my drive home
>this is going to be very, VERY fun


>me and Jessamine date for a few more weeks
>each one is better than the last with her
>she’s having the time of her life
>apparently I’m the first guy she’s dated, so all this is new to her
>don’t mind taking the lead on these kind of things though
>Hiking, going to restaurants, movies, those types of stuff
>her favorite activity though?
>picnics in her huge flower garden
>every time I come over she’s always there tending to her flowers
>so, this leads to the next part of my plan
>recently on our hikes I’ve been checking out the forest around her house and the paths that lead two and from them
>it’s time to have some *real* fun


>get dressed in my gear
>black pants, black long sleeve shirt, leather gloves
>pack my balaclava and sunglasses as well
>add some padding so my body type looks weird
>can’t have anyone recognizing me
>most importantly, I get my pistol
>a P226 sig sauer
>get a few mags for it
>drive my accord out to the countryside
>park it in a lot a little while away
>begin walking up the forest path, smoking some cigarettes while I do so
>one, because I don’t want my scent to be recognized
>two, it makes my voice a bit raspy and unrecognizable
>just what I need
>after the cigs I slip on my balaclava and sunglasses
>it’s about noon by the time I get to the outskirts of Jessamines farm
>I can see her flower garden
>it’s time


>slip in and begin to stalk  around
>she should be around here somewhere
>I hear the sound of light snoring
>there we go
>walk over through the patches of tall flowers
>and there she is
>Jessamine is sleeping in the patch of flowers
>she’s wearing her overalls and is curled up in a ball
>her tail is twitching in her sleep
>she looks adorable
>I gently caress her face
>she giggles and smiles
>rub my hand along her ears
>she lets out a cute little moan and rolls over
>damn she’s way too adorable
>almost is going to make me regret this
>...
>*ALMOST*


>take my gun out
>grab Jessamine by he shoulder and violently shake her
>she wakes up with a startled yell
>her head darts around before locking eyes with my sunglasses
>she tries to crawl backwards but I jab the gun in her direction
>”stay right the fuck there bitch” I say
>Jessamine stops immediately
>her breathing is coming in fast breaths
>she’s panicking and has no idea what’s going on
>good
>”who are you?” She whimpers
>”that doesn’t fucking matter bitch. Now, I have a gun pointed right at you, so your going to do what I say? Understand that!?”
>Jessamine nods slowly, tears nearly forming in her eyes
>”good...very good. Now, get up on your knees.”
>to emphasize the point I gesture with the gun
>Jessamine looks at me confused, not sure how to process this
>”NOW YOU LITTLE RACCOON BITCH!”


>Jessamine panics and pushes herself up
>she unsteadily makes it to her knees
>I begin pacing around her
>I begin touching her, feeling her
>dragging my hand along her shoulders, giving the side of her neck a little squeeze
>every time I touch her she flinches or shudders
>end up standing back I front of her
>she’s shivering like crazy
>rub my thumb along her lips
>”open your mouth”
>she nervously opens it a little
>Slide my thumb into her mouth
>it’s warm and wet
>I can feel her tongue through my glove
>very soft and nice
>perfect
>her teeth lightly begin to close
>Jam the barrel of my pistol against her temple
>hold it pressed there tightly
>”I swear to god if you bite me I will paint all these flowers red with your blood, understand that bitch?”
>Jessamine looks me in the face and nods slowly
>I feel her teeth slowly release their pressure
>”Good. You know how to listen. Now, I want you to suck on my thumb. You understand that?”
>she responds by lightly sucking on my thumb
>”very good.”


>she gently suckles at my thumb
>I can feel her tongue slowly rub along it through the glove
>I use the gun to caress her face and she sucks on my thumb, slowly rubbing the metal on her skin
>I slowly pull my thumb out of her mouth
>wipe her saliva off onto her hair
>”very good. You’re just a regular little raccoon whore, aren’t yah?”
>I can see that she’s trying her best not to cry
>she sniffles and lets out a little sob
>”I’m...I’m not a raccoon whore…” she meekly whispers
>slap her across the face, leaving a red mark of my hand
>”you are what I SAY you are. If I say you’re a little raccoon whore, you’re a little raccoon whore. Understand that?”
>Jessamine sobs and nods
>”seems like you won’t shut up unless you got something in your mouth? Doesn’t it bitch? Don’t worry though, I got something for that.”
>I unbuckle my pants and expose myself to her
>I’m fully hard at this point
>Jessamine flinches back
>she slowly nods her head no
>”open your fucking mouth”
>she hesitantly part her lips a small bit
>I press my head against them
>”wider”
>she opens her mouth a little wider
>I grab a fistful of her hair and force her head straight down the whole shaft


>I feel myself immediately get fully enveloped by her mouth
>I press her face directly to my pelvis
>I can feel her gagging on me
>”now, remember, no biting?”
>I pull her hair back and force her mouth off me
>her eyes are red and watering
>she’s coughing and breathing heavily
>she’s completely out of breath
>before she can catch her breath I force her back down onto my
>I can both hear and feel her whimpers and coughs
>I use her head and slowly move it up and down, not jamming myself as far down her throat as I did as first
>can’t have her passing out yet
>she eventually learns to breath through her nose and she stops gagging as much
>put the gun to the bottom of her chin and angle her head up a little
>”come on, look at me while you do it. Be a friendly little raccoon whore.”
>she locks eyes with my sunglasses
>”good, now don’t look away unless you want to get you head blown out.”
>her eyes are red and watering at this point
>I’m pretty sure she wants to cry but can’t
>I feel myself getting close


>begin pulling her head back and forth harder and harder
>Jessamine whimpers in pain
>I’m nearly there
>completely slam Jessamines head down to the base again
>force her there as I climax, shooting directly down her throat
>tears are streaming from her eyes that are locked on my face
>ride out the rest of my orgasm with her pressed directly to my crotch
>her face is turning a dark red
>hold her there longer and tighter
>I feel her try to pull off my
>force her down even harder
>her skin is nearly purple and her eye are nearly rolling back in her head
>drag her head off just as she’s on the verge of passing out
>Jessamine collapses backwards gagging and coughing
>she rolls onto her hands and knees and begins dry heaving

>zip up my pants as I hear her puke onto the garden dirt
>she’s breathing heavily as I loom over her
>press the pistol to the back of her head
>she freezes up
>”that was great...now…”
>I hear her sob loudly
>click back the hammer
>”wait, no. Get on your knees.”
>Jessamine looks at me terrified but does as she’s told
>press the barrel of the pistol against her lips
>”go on, suck on it.”
>she squeezes her eyes shut crying and wraps her mouth around the pistol
>her eyes are streaming tears
>her nose is snotty
>drool is freely falling from her mouth
>I pull back the hammer
>her whimpering and crying is loud
>there’s a muffled sound coming from her throat that might be pleading
>doesn’t matter
>pull the trigger
>*click*
>Jessamine flinches
>I cock back the hammer again
>*click*
>flinch
>pull the trigger several more times
>with each click she flinches and is nearly screaming
>I pull the gun out of her mouth
>Jessamine looks up at me with a bright red tear and spit covered face
>”guess I forgot to load it this time.” I say as I put in a magazine
>”but this time it is.”
>I bend down until I’m right in front of her face
>”If you even think of following me, just know, they will never find your body.”
>Jessamine shakes her head yes while crying
>”I’ll be seeing you later.”
>pistol whip Jessamine in the side of the face
>she goes down hard
>I nudge her with my boot
>she’s out cold
>good
>kick a small hole in the dirt and kick her vomit into it
>scrape more dirt over it with my boot
>can’t have any evidence left
>make my escape out of the garden
>that sure was a fun time, wasn’t it?
>and don’t you worry Jessamine, there’s plenty of those to come.



>make it back home and lay in bed
>that was tiring, but I feel great
>get a text on my phone
>Nani?
>look at it
>it’s from Jessamine
>I wonder what she wants
>the text just says “Anon please come over fast I am scared.”
>I wonder what this is about…
>if I can’t guess
>tell her I’ll be right over
>Pack my shotgun for show
>because why not?
>drive over to her farm
>don’t see her out front
>go and knock on the front door of her house
>No response
>knock on the door again
>no response
>try the handle
>door is unlocked
>...
>really?
>go into her house
>”Jessamine? Are you here?”
>hear the shower running upstairs
>use my superior intuition to guess that she’s up there
>take the stairs to the bathroom
>go to the door
>knock on it
>hear a whimpering come from inside
>”Jessamine? You in there?”
>there’s a few minutes of silence
>”yeah...I’m here hun.”
>”can I come in?”
>there’s another few seconds of silence
>”please hun. Please.”
>damn, it must’ve really did a number on her
>open the door
>Jessamine is in the shower
>pull open the curtain
>she’s sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to her face rocking back and forth
>her hair, ears, and tail are all wetted down
>she’s sniffling and whimpering
>”Jessamine? You doing alright?”
>she makes eye contact with me and shakes her head no


>”what happened?”
>she gets this far off look to her face
>”nothing.”
>I shake my head no
>”something happened. But, don’t worry, I’m here.”
>end up sitting by her while the showers runs on her
>eventually she turns it off
>get a towel and wrap it around her
>carry her to her bedroom and lay her on her bed
>she motions me towards her with a Grabbing motion
>end up laying on the bed with her in my arms
>she doesn’t move or say anything
>just sniffles and whimpers
>eventually the sniffling gets louder
>and it develops into sobbing
>and the full blown crying
>”my garden...he hurt me in my garden…”
>she breaks down crying and sobs out the entire story of what happened to her
>and how the “stranger” attacked her
>what a terrible story
>she tells me how scared she was
>she didn’t know who to tell, so she called me because I make her feel safe
>ironic
>kiss Jessamine on the head
>”Don’t worry, I’m here. When I’m here, you always be safe. I promise you that.”
>she sniffles and gives a weak smile
>”th-thanks...it...it means a lot…”
>this went well
>which means I can get to the REAL fun stuff
>Jessamine knows not what she’s done



>end up spending the night with Jessamine
>which just consists of me holding her like this
>in the morning I carry her down so we can have breakfast together
>she doesn’t want to be left alone, and always wants me near her
>I guess that’s understandable
>end up doing this for the better part of a week
>fall asleep with her in my arms
>whisper to her how she’s going to be safe with me
>even whisper it to her while she’s asleep, because those ears are big and they have to be listening
>slowly Jessamine begins to open back up
>she seems to get back to herself
>eventually she is able to do things by herself
>except garden
>She won’t go outside to garden unless I am with her
>”please Anon? Just to be safe…”
>won’t say no to that
>at the end of the week I wake up without Jessamine in the bed
>strange
>look out the window
>she’s in her field, watering the flowers
>watch as she bends down and smells them
>even from the second story I can see her wide smile
>on closer investigation I see that she is on guard
>her ears are twitching back and forth, and she’s occasionally stop to glance around
>smart, very smart…
>make sure to have breakfast ready for Jessamine when she comes back in
>she’s really happy when she steps back inside
>ask her about the garden over breakfast
>she tells me that she’s ready to go back outside again
>I smile at genuine as sweetly as possible
>”well, that is very great news.”


>Eventually I leave to go home since Jessamine is feeling better
>She seemed to recover fast enough
>good
>tell Jessamine that for the next week I won’t be around because I’m going on a business trip
>She seems a little sad and scared at first, but then she shakes it off
>”well hun, that is great for you. Just be sure to visit when you come back, righty hun?”
>”I wouldn’t miss you for a thing in the world. How about we meet up for lunch the day I come back?”
>Jessamine’s tail puffs up and wiggles excitedly
>”that would just be great hun!”
>perfect
>Hug her and plant a kiss between her fluffy ear on top of her head
>”I’ll miss you, stay safe!”
>”I’ll miss you more hun!”
>get in my accord and drive off, Jessamine waving at me
>before you ask, no
>I don’t have a business trip this week
>surprising, right?
>instead, I’ll be doing work on Jessamine
>and trust me, I’ll definitely have my work cut out for me
>this is going to be a great week
>for *me*


>get back to my home and prepare everything I will need
>black outfit with mask, gloves, and sunglasses
>cigarettes
>duck tape
>zip ties
>pistol for intimidation
>and Gatorade
>lots of Gatorade
>gas up my accord and get ready to go
>this is going to be a long and very fun week
>on the first day
>I do nothing
>just hang out at home
>text Jessamine to stay safe and say I love her
>of course
>gotta let her know I care about her
>wait out the full first day
>nothing happens
>don’t do anything to her
>just wait
>day two rolls around
>get woken up by my alarm
>it’s time
>put on my “special” all black outfit
>drive my accord with all my supplies in it to the edge of the forest where I parked last time
>walk up the forest path, smoking my cigarettes
>put on the balaclava and sunglasses
>sneak out from the back of the forest onto the farm
>walk through the flower field
>where is she…
>hear humming
>perfect


>I can see Jessamine on her knees weeding her flowers
>her tail is swishing happily
>suddenly her head pokes up
>she glances back and forth, left to right
>doesn’t look directly behind her though
>good
>I walk up behind her
>something beneath my feet makes a snap sound
>Jessamine turns around fast
>her face goes from curious to horrified
>she falls back as I loom over her
>she’s too terrified to even scream
>she tries to scramble away
>lunge and pin her her wrists to the dirt ground
>she’s whimpering
>”did you miss me?” I growl out to her
>she responds with slamming her forehead into the bridge of my nose


>stumble and fall backwards clutching my injury
>that fucking hurt
>stand up and pull out my pistol
>Jessamine is laying on the ground with an angry look on her face
>”you fucking bitch, that hurt.”
>she spits towards my feet
>I pull back the hammer on the gun
>”your guns not loaded. Y-y-you can’t hurt me.”
>cock my head
>”really? It’s not?”
>pull the trigger
>there’s a loud bang as my pistol puts a round into the dirt right next to her thigh
>as the bullet kicks up the earth she screams
>fire another that skims just past her ear, followed by another that sends the dirt right by her head covering her face
>she’s shaking in hysterics and crying


>pull back the hammer for effect and press the barrel against Jessamines orehead
>jam it a little too hard
>she whimpers and sobs in pain
>damn that head butt made me mad
>”I’m very sure it’s loaded you bitch. Now, unless you want me to put this next one through your pretty little skull, I suggest you do as I say.”
>she sobs out a yes
>I stand back up over her
>”Good. Now, why not you perk up and make yourself a little more comfortable?”
>Jessamine stares at me confused
>point the gun at her face
>”GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!”
>she shoves herself onto her knees, a cry escaping her mouth


>she kneels nervously Infront of me, shaking like crazy
>”now, as I was saying. I want you to make yourself a little more comfortable.”
>she stares at me confused again and horrified
>Jessamine begin stammering
>”I-i-i-...what do-“
>slap her across the face
>”shut up and do what I say!”
>press the barrel of the pistol against her head
>she begins crying
>”I don’t know what you mean! I’m sorry but I don’t know what you mean, don’t shoot me please don’t shoot me.”
>...
>okay, that makes sense
>she’s too naive and innocent to even understand that
>damn it
>lower the pistol from her head
>gently caress her face
>”don’t worry, how about I explain?”
>she stares into my sunglasses terrified
>”come on, get on your feet.”
>she seems taken back by my sudden change
>she hesitantly stands up
>I gesture at her with the pistol
>”now, your overalls. Take them off.”
>she glances at her clothing and then back at me
>”off. NOW.”
>she shakes her head yes and begins to unbuckle her overalls

>she drops the garment to the ground and steps out of it, leaving her in a tube top and gym shorts
>holy shit
>she’s even thiccer and more filled out than she appears to be in the overalls
>can’t help but walk around her as I stare her up and down
>occasionally caress a part of her or give her a squeeze
>especially squeeze her ass
>those gym shorts look amazing on her
>every time I touch her she whimpers or cries a little
>good
>”take off the rest”
>she shakes her head no
>”p-pleas don’t…”
>wave the gun in front of her face
>Jessamine sobs again as she strips out of the tube top and pulls off the shorts


>I see Jessamine in her full bare glory
>her breasts aren’t very perky, but they are large and have puffy nipples
>she has a bit of an unkempt bush, but that’s to be expected
>perfect amount of a little extra weight that’s been mostly kept under wraps with physical work
>her skin is like alabaster
>can’t help but smile under my mask
>walk around her backside
>and the backside…
>a lovely heart shaped ass
>give it a slap and it jiggles perfectly
>her tail is not moving, instead it just hangs like a dead weight


>continue staring fixated on her rear
>....
>yeah, this is good
>reach down and undo my pants
>Jessamine must have heard me because she risks a glance backwards
>just in time for me to grab her shoulders from the back and force her to the ground
>Jessamine screams and tries to push herself up
>my weight and strength keeps her firmly on the ground
>she looks back at me with fervent eyes
>”please don’t...please don’t…please don’t…”
>her pleading is hysteric
>”I-I-I-I-I’ve never done anything like this before...I’m clean...I’m pure...don’t do this to me...you’re better than this...please just do the mouth thing again or something...I will do anything just not this…”
>I cock my head
>”oh? Really? You’ve never done this before? Waiting for marriage or the right one?”
>she sobs and nods yes
>I lean in close to her ear
>”that’s just great.”


>despite her immediate protests and resistance, eventually Jessamine just accepted what was happening
>didn’t stop the sobbing or crying
>she didn’t scream when I pulled her hair though, so that’s great
>although she did begin to scream for me to get off her when I told her I wouldn’t be pulling out
>I guess it might not have been a safe day for her
>not my problem
>I look down at Jessamine
>she looks shell shocked lying in the dirt like that
>her crying has stopped, she’s just staring off into the distance sniffling
>bend down next to her
>”don’t worry, I’ll be here to keep you plenty of company since your boyfriend is gone. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
>she responds by slowly shaking her head down
>I ruffle her dark grey hair
>”don’t get lonely without me”
>on my way back into the forest I can hear her begin crying again
>this is going to be a great week



>the rest of the week goes just as planned
>for *me*
>the day after the second garden incident I decide to stop by again
>I walk around Jessamine’s flower patch
>she isn’t here
>hmmm…
>wonder why she decided to not come out today?
>I look up and see her in the window
>she’s staring down at me terrified
>Give her a wave
>she immediately throws the blinds
>she must be scared
>good
>walk up to her front door
>ring the doorbell
>give a knock
>there’s no reply
>ring the doorbell again
>knock
>the peephole on the door darkens
>hear a muffled gasp come from the inside
>I hear Jessamine sobbing and the sound of feet going up the stairs
>Feel my phone begin to vibrate
>risk a look at it
>it’s Jessamine calling me
>she must be trying to tell me that the horrible man is at her door and that I need to come save her
>how cute
>I turn off the vibration and pound on the door even more
>do this for the better part of two hours
>after this I give up and walk back out to my accord
>I’m not leaving though
>I’m just going to wait


>wait until it’s the middle of the night
>sip Gatorade to keep myself awake
>going to need plenty of electrolytes for this
>it’s probably time now
>pack up my backpack of Gatorade and hike back up to Jessamine’s house
>all the lights are off
>good
>sneak in through the front door with the spare key she gave me
>quietly make my way upstairs to her bedroom
>gently open the door
>there’s a lump of covers and blankets on the bed that’s gently rising and falling
>she must have tried to hide herself from me under them
>it’s kind of cute
>like a child hiding from the monsters of their imagination
>only I’m not her imagination
>yet
>walk up to the bed and throw off the covers
>she wakes with a start and I pin her wrists
>”guess what time it is?” I ask rhetorically
>the confusion on her face becomes mixed with horror
>it looks like she wants to believe this is a nightmare
>too bad, this is reality


>I ensure that Jessamine has a very busy and restless night
>I mean, I kind of did her a favor anyways
>having you face pressed down into a pillow is much more comfortable than the dirt ground
>end up drinking my entire backpacks worth of Gatorade through the night
>the sun is rising by the time I feel satisfied and ready to leave
>Jessamine has a thousand yard stare
>...
>more like million yard stare
>the crying, sobbing, and pleading stopped around the five hour mark
>I’m not even sure if she’s conscious at this point
>wave my hand in front of her face
>there’s no response
>just her chest rising and falling
>I hope I didn’t break her
>not yet
>there’s still half a week left
>I’m about to walk out of her door when I glance back at her
>I feel a small twinge of pity
>that must have been a lot of work for her
>place a half empty bottle of Gatorade by her face
>”you earned this.” I say to her as I walk out of her room
>As I leave the house and hike back to my Accord I find myself anxious for tomorrow
>Everything is going just as planned


>tomorrow comes
>head back to Jessamine’s house
>same ol bat outfit, same ol bat accord
>same ol bat naive raccoon girl
>Hike back up to her house
>don’t see her in the garden or in the windows
>slip in through the front door
>silently sneak around the house
>she’s not on the bottom floor
>slink up to her bedroom
>the beds all messed up from last night
>and the bottle of Gatorade I gave her is on the floor still half empty
>how rude
>she should have at least drank some of it to show gratitude
>I hear water running down the hall
>must be the shower
>wonder how long she’ll need to shower to feel clean again…
>there’s probably not enough water in the world for that
>I go to the bathroom
>try the door
>it’s locked
>I hear a loud gasp from inside
>”are you in there sweetheart?” I ask loudly
>the crying and sobbing begins immediately as if on cue
>I jiggle the doorknob aggressively
>her crying and sobbing grows louder
>I hear the sound of her fumbling for something
>there’s the sound of a phone being dialed
>there’s a few rings and I hear my voicemail say that I’m not available at the moment and to call again later
>glad I turned my phone off
>I hear Jessamine’s voice come in a stammer
>”I-I-I-I’m warning you...my boyfriend is going to come back soon...he’ll be back and...and he’ll...he’ll…”
>”he’ll what? Unrape you?”
>that comment shuts her up fast
>I just hear her sob and the shower curtain close fast
>if I wanted to, I could kick in the door right now
>she’s in the shower
>naked and vulnerable
>it would be *VERY* easy to do that
>buuuut that’s not part of the plan
>in fact, I need to clean up her room a bit
>have to make it in perfect and tip top shape



>wash Jessamine’s sheets and clean up the Gatorade
>occasionally jiggle the bathroom door handle and make a threatening comment
>usually something about what I’m going to do to her when she comes out or something like that
>have to google a lot of the threats I use because I’m not really a good wordsmith
>sheets get all fresh and cleaned like nothing ever happened
>Good
>now, to keep terrifying Jessamine
>End up spending the remaining few days with her trapped in the bathroom
>I hear her occasionally try to call me to rescue her, but other than that she does nothing
>honestly get a bit bored just waiting around threatening her and messing with the door handle
>fall asleep a few times
>on the day before my work trip is “over” I give the door one last good kick and then leave silently
>I slip out with zero proof of me ever being there
>with the amount I’ve terrified her over the week, she’ll probably not even notice that I’m gone
>boy is it going to be fun when I “get back”
>and then the real fun can begin




>the day I “get back” comes
>I try to call Jessamine
>it immediately goes to voicemail
>her phone must be dead or off
>which means she probably hasn’t charged it
>perfect
>I shower up and change into my best outfit
>pack my spare all black outfit, my mask, and my sunglasses into a bag and then bury that bag in my backpack
>I’m going to need that
>once I’m all packed up I head out to run my errands
>stop at the hardware store
>get duck tape, rope, and chains
>after that I stop at the pharmacy
>get some extra drowsy nighttime cold medicine, fast acting sleeping pills, morphine, healing tonic, and allergy medicine
>the last because I realized when I cuddle up to her and huff her tail and ears it makes my eyes a little itchy
>would it kill her to switch to a hypoallergenic shampoo?
>eh, whatever
>stop at my storage unit
>pick up my red tinted party light, color changing projector light, and fog machine
>stop at a clothing store
>get some handkerchiefs
>for *reasons*
>pick up some more Gatorade from the grocery store
>because fuck You I like Gatorade
>lastly, stop at one of my *specialty* stores
>get the chloroform
>yes, that is the *reasons*
>as I drive to Jessamine’s house I feel an excitement rise in my chest
>I can’t wait to get there
>after all this careful planning, everything is going to work out great


>I make it to Jessamine’s house
>hadn’t noticed it at first, but her flower garden is dying
>it’s all drying out and becoming wilted
>almost feel bad about that
>almost
>I knock on the door and wait
>when Jessamine doesn’t respond I knock again
>it’s all for show, of course
>I know where she is
>after a small bit I let myself into her house
>I shout her name a couple times, pretending to look around
>I know where she is
>same place she’s been for most of the week
>the bathroom
>go up and knock on the door
>”Jessamine? You in there?”
>there’s a few long moments of silence
>”A-A-Anon? Are you there?”
>”yeah Jess, it’s me. Are you okay?”
>crying is her only response
>as expected
>I jiggle the handle
>”Jess can you unlock the door?”
>”I-I-I can’t Anon…”
>wait what?
>”why not Jessamine?” I ask with genuine curiosity and some concern
>”I-I-I can’t even stand up...I’m too weak..I can’t stand.”
>what?
>...
>OH
>SHE HASN'T EATEN ANYTHING ALL WEEK
>oops
>that’s my bad
>which is going to make this even better
>”ok Jessamine, I’m going to force open the door.”
>I hear a muttered yes
>give a few kicks to the door and break the lock
>Jessamine is huddled up in the corner of the bathtub
>she’s shivering and pale
>obviously has dropped a few pounds
>I pick her up out of the tub and she immediately nuzzles up close to me crying and sobbing
>Now, let’s get her all better



>I lay her in her bed and give her some juice so she can regain some electrolytes
>after she regains some energy she spills to me about everything that happened this week
>how she was attacked on the garden, in the house all night, and then was trapped in the bathroom and terrified
>Jessamine is absolutely broken
>she’s constantly looking around. Flinches at the slightest noise. Shudders and jumps when I touch her.
>”I don’t know what to do Anon...I don’t know what to do…”
>she looks at me with a pleading face
>”please...anon...hun...please...keep me safe please…don’t let him get me again…”
>I wrap my arms around her and kiss her on the head
>”Don’t sorry Jess, as long as I am around, you’ll be safe. I won’t let anyone do anything to you, I promise.”
>luckily, I’m not just anyone
>but Jessamine doesn’t know this
>she just sobs happily
>”thank you...thank you...thank you…”
>Poor Jessamine
>if I was someone else I would pity her
>but I am me
>and I am very excited


>Jessamine refuses to be left alone for the first few days of my stay
>anywhere she goes she wants me to come with her
>sleeping, doing laundry, watching TV
>even using the bathroom or showering, I’m with her
>Also, she refuses to leave the house now
>even with me
>she doesn’t want to go or there, not with HIM lurking around
>which is good, because it allows for me to really study her habits
>turns out she really is a loner
>no social media, no real contact with family or friends
>apparently she has friends she talks to when she goes into town, but with the aforementioned refusal to leave, she doesn’t communicate with them
>which makes the next part of my plan surprisingly easy


>wait patiently one night while Jessamine is cuddled up to me asleep, curled up right on my chest like she usually is
>I grab her phone
>switch the date setting to a day later than it actually is
>change the time to one hour slow
>do the same thing to my phone as well
>she doesn’t have any other clocks around because they “really annoy her” and are “always running out of battery or running wrong”
>really, she makes this too easy
>keep a wristwatch hidden in my tucked away pack so I really know what the date and time is
>fall asleep, anxious for tomorrow
>wake up in the morning to Jessamine’s alarm
>she stretches out on me as I shut it off for her
>she lazily looks up at me and smiles
>I boop her on the nose
>she giggles a little and wraps her arms around my neck
>”I feel great hun, it’s like I got some extra rest.”
>she nuzzles up to me lazily humming
>end up cuddling in bed like this for a few hours
>it’s nice
>get up eventually and cook breakfast with Jessamine at my side
>eat breakfast and have a lazy day around the house
>play some board games
>watch some old movies on her TV
>Jessamine looks out the window and makes a “hmm” noise
>”hey hun...is it just me, or does it feel later than it actually is?”
>I shrug
>”feels about normal to me...why? What’s up?”
>she stares at the window for a few more minutes and then shakes her head
>”must just be my imagination. Saturday’s always feel a little off to me.”
>I give Jessamine a concerned look
>”Jess, it’s Sunday.”
>Her eyes widen
>”no no, it’s...it’s Saturday! I know it!”
>she pulls out her phone and checks the day
>sure enough, it’s Sunday
>she stares at her phone for a few minutes and sets it down
>there’s a weird look on her face
>”I...I guess it is Sunday….it didn’t feel like Sunday…”
>I give her a kiss on the head and snuggle up to her closer
>”it’s fine, you’ve had a rough week.”
>she doesn’t respond much, and just nods
>”yeah...I guess so…”
>I can’t help but smile a little at her reaction


>Jessamine falls asleep in my arms on the couch
>she does this a lot
>take her upstairs and lay in the bed with her
>not before taking her phone and switching the date and time
>this time I’m switching to an hour before actual time, and a day before the actual date
>so time will be an hour before it actually is, and the day one day earlier than it actually is
>make sure to do the same on my phone
>go to sleep again with a smile
>Jessamine’s alarm goes off loudly
>she groans grumpily and pulls the covers over her head
>”ah...hun...turn it off...it’s loud and too early.”
>turn off the alarm and get up
>Jessamine looks at me concerned
>”where you goin hun?” She asks concerned
>I look back at Jessamine confused
>”Jess, it’s time to wake up.”
>she scowls a little and checks her alarm
>her face softens up and becomes concerned and she looks at the time and date
>”it...it feels so much earlier…”
>her ears and tail poof up
>”I...ISNT IT MONDAY?” She shouts loudly
>”Jess, it’s only Saturday.”
>she shakes her head
>”no no no, yesterday was Sunday, so today is monday...right? Why does my phone say…”
>she shakes her head
>”Hun, can I see your phone?”
>I pass it to her
>she looks at the time and date confused
>she shakily hands me back my phone
>”heh...I guess...I’m just a little confused is all hun...sorry bout that…”
>yep, just confused
>very, VERY, confused


>go about the rest of the day normally
>cook with her, watch movies, play games
>all that
>I get up to make us dinner
>Jessamine says she’s fine laying on the couch since I’ll just be in the other room
>she’s feeling a little better
>good
>I decide to make sandwiches and soup for lunch
>I make sure Jessamine’s soup is extra seasoned though
>with some crushed up extra quick sleeping meds
>Have lunch while watching “Psycho”
>she's so engrossed with the movie she finishes her soup and sandwich fast
>we get around the halfway point when she gets drowsy
>pause the movie right as she passes out
>the sleeping meds, plus the fact she woke up early puts her out cold
>easily have a few hours before she is awake
>showtime
>grab out the red tinted light and my color changing party light from my Accords trunk
>go down to her basement
>I’ve checked it out before, it’s a pretty wide are that she used to store seeds and old pots
>of course, she’s pretty scared of it because there’s no working lights
>set up the red tinted light in one corner and the color changing light in the other
>give a couple puffs of fog from the machine for moodiness
>it looks perfect
>now, for the main event
>strip the unconscious Jessamine of her clothes
>carry her down to the basement
>get the ropes and chains
>tie up her hands as best as I can
>wrap the chain around the knot and use it to hoist her up off the floor
>place duck tape over her mouth
>perfect
>everything is ready


>wait for a few hours down in the basement in a dark corner
>get pretty bored just doing nothing
>at least I can stare at Jessamine’s body, so that’s nice
>after a bit Jessamine begins to stir
>she looks around confused and then immediately jumps
>her head darts around terrified
>she has no idea where she is
>she tries to scream but has the duct tape on her mouth
>while she thrashes about terrified I emerge from the shadows
>she stops her struggling enough to notice me
>Jessamine looks at me in a hopeful way
>it looks like she thinks I’ve come to save her
>I see that little twinkle of hope in her eye
>it disappears as I slap her face hard
>the sound of the impact echoes the room
>Jessamine shakes her head in pain and disbelief
>she stares at me with those dark, pleading eyes
>I slap her face again even harder
>”I always fucking hated you. You worthless raccoon whore.”
>I slap her face as hard as I can, causing me to draw blokd
>Jessamine is still confused, but begins crying regardless
>I’ve come to really enjoy the sound of her sobs
>it’s a big turn on
>which is very helpful for this next part
>I’ve never done it with her upright before, and I’m curious about what it will feel like


>just like all the other times, her crying stops after a bit
>when I’m done Jessamine is just hanging from the chains limp
>she’s a complete mess
>I have to say though, although it was nice with her standing up, the duck tape around the mouth made me lose interest
>The pleading *does* make it better in my opinion
>I get a chloroform rag and stuff it into her face
>she goes limp and unconscious
>I take her down carefully and inspect her
>get a bucket of soapy water from upstairs and some rags
>wash her up carefully so she is all clean
>treat the bruises with some healing tonic
>Carefully take her back upstairs and put her clothes back on her
>lay her on the couch for the time being
>go downstairs and clean up my mess
>hide the lights back in my car
>make sure it’s all picked up
>perfect
>I go back upstairs and sit back down on the couch with Jessamine
>lay her head on me like it was
>and now, time to wait

>after a little bit she begins to stir
>unpause Psycho
>she’s muttering in a fearful tone as she wakes up
>her eyes slowly open and she looks around terrified
>she stares up at me in horror
>I smile and ruffle her furry ears
>Jessamine screams at me and scrambled off the couch, falling onto the floor
>”what the fuck Anon! What the fuck was that?!”
>I “panic” and Bork upright off the couch
>”what? What’s was what Jess? What's wrong?”
>she points at me and shakes her head
>”what you did...you were in the basement and you...you…”
>slowly she stops and looks around
>she stares at the movie
>”what...what is…” Jessamine stammers
>she stands up and takes her phone out of her pocket
>she turns it onto the camera and looks at her face
>no bruises, no nothing
>she’s 100% fine
>she looks at me terrified and walks over tot he couch and sits down watching the movie
>she slowly turns her head and looks at me
>”A-Anon? H-how long...how long did I sleep for?”
>I look at her panicked
>”just a few minutes, that’s all…”
>she nods slowly, accepting my words
>”well...okay...I guess I had a...something…”
>she shakes her head violently
>”I’m sorry Anon, it’s nothing...let’s...let’s finish the movie together…”
>I sit back down next to her, purposely keeping a small distance away
>Jessamine looks distraught
>she checks her phone again
>I see a twinge of panic as she sees the time and date
>she doesn’t mention anything to me though
>it’s especially funny because I switched it to be the actual time and date


>As each day passes I switch the time and date around
>Each turn Jessamine becomes more and more confused
>catch her peeking at my phones time and date, but I keep it in sync with hers
>she doesn’t even set an alarm anymore, and she refuses to tell me the date when I ask her
>which I try to do as often as possible, just to mess with her
>She answered that it was Wednesday one time
>I told her it was Thursday
>she nearly broke down crying at that point
>...
>yes, it was actually Wednesday
>of course, she really hasn’t been the same since her first…”incident”
>yes
>FIRST
>she has had several more of these incidents
>each one is about the same
>Her chained up in a hellishly lit version of her basement with me
>the only difference is what position I try
>funny enough, she actually got off during missionary chained to a table
>that’s a little odd...
>maybe she has a kink for it?
>it’s pretty easy to get her with it, and it almost becomes routine
>Just give her food that has been laced with the cold medicine or sleeping pills
>She even tried cooking for herself one time
>made sure to give her an extra heavy dose of sleeping meds
>she was passed out for two whole days
>didn’t help that every time she nearly came too I had her inhale chloroform
>that was the last time she cooked her food
>she more relies on me to do it now
>which is perfect


>decide to up the ante a bit
>one last thing to be the cherry on top
>wake up before Jessamine one morning
>dig the bag that has my all black outfit in it out of my backpack
>I put it on with the balaclava and sunglasses
>and then…
>I cook breakfast
>make bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and pancakes with chocolate chips in them, just how she likes
>I hum happily and loudly as I do so
>eventually I hear Jessamine stir and call my name
>shout to her that I’m down in the kitchen cooking breakfast
>I hear her come down the stairs
>I make sure I’m stirring a pot or something when she approaches
>I turn and look at her when she entered the kitchen are
>her happy face becomes horrified
>she screams loudly and falls to the floor, trying to push herself backward
>”ANON! He’s here! He’s here! The guy who attacked me is here! Anon!”
>I look around panicked
>”what? Who? Where?”


>she stares at me in disbelief
>”Anon? Is that..that you?”
>I slowly nod yes
>”Jess, it’s me...what are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?”
>she stands up shaking
>”what...what are you wearing?”
>I glance down at my all black outfit
>”my pajamas?”
>she shakes her head no
>”those...those aren’t pajama...your dresses like...like him! Even the mask and glasses!”
>I look at her concerned
>”Jess...I’m...I’m not wearing a mask or anything...it’s me...Anon?”
>she looks at me terrified
>”no...no..”
>I set down the pan and walk over to her
>place my arm on her shoulder
>”Jessamine, are you feeling alright? You look ill.”
>she still is staring at me horrified
>”Anon...Anon I don’t feel good at all...not at all…”
>I guide Jessamine over to the coach and have her lay down
>she stares off into space terrified
>”I’m going to finish cooking breakfast, okay?”
>she nods yes without saying a word
>When I get I to the kitchen I quickly switch out of my outfit back into my pajamas
>finish breakfast and take it to Jessamine
>she doesn’t eat much at all
>she stares at me the entire time scared
>she lets out a pent up breath, and begins talking
>”Anon...hun...I don’t feel good...not at all...my mind...my head...my head isn’t good...I keep imaging things...things happening...it’s all so vivid, all so real...the times, the dates, it’s all blurring together…”


>she breaks down crying into her hand
>”I don’t even know what time it actually is or what day I’m on anon...I don’t know…”
>she stares at me with pleading, tear filled eyes
>I grab her shoulder and hug her right
>”it’s alright Jessamine, it’s alright…”
>she shakes her head no
>”it ain’t alright hun...it ain’t...with all this...I wonder...I keep wondering…”
>she seems to stop and freeze up
>”was the man who attacked me even real? Did that happen?”
>she breaks down crying again
>”Anon I’m so confused...please...I need help...I love you and I need you...please, take me to get help.”
>I hug Jessamine tight and kiss the top of her head
>”don’t worry Jess, I’ll take you. I’ll take you tomorrow. How does that sound?”
>she smiles at me happily
>”thank you Anon...thank you...I knew I could trust you…”
>she hugs me tightly
>”I love you so much Anon, I really do.”
>I hug her tightly in return
>”and I love you too Jess.”


>tomorrow comes and I take Jess tot he mental hospital
>and they say it’s very bad
>they want to keep her there for treatment
>they haven’t seen a “case this bad” in a long time
>I tell Jessamine I’ll visit her everyday, and that I’ll be sure to water her flowers for her
>I share one last passionate kiss with her before she’s taken in
>It’s only on my drive home when what I have done truly sets I
>I pull over on the side of the road and sit and think
>...
>what…
>what have I done?
>did I really just hurt a girl that bad?
>...
>FUCK YEAH!
>in a burst of excitement I press my cars horn and cheer loudly
>I can’t believe how good of a job I did
>I drive home with a giddy feeling
>I lay back on my bed laughing
>that felt great
>what a fun experience this was
>the best I’ve had so far
>for the life of me, I can’t remember why I got rid of mate finder in the first place, but I’m glad I redownloaded it
>oh, wait…
>THATS why…
>I told myself I really should stop doing things like this
>....
>heh, what a faggy decision
>this is too much fun
>I unfriend Jessamine on Matefinder
>maybe I’ll go visit her in a few days
>have to do it to keep the illusion up
>come to think of it, I should visit some of the others as well
>been a bit since I swung by those other mental hospitals
>in the mean time…
>it’s time to find a new girl to have “fun” with