Orgasm Offender

By Frank Noir

Maxwell is a notorious sex offender with a bizarre twist: Not content with his his own satisfaction, he forces his helpless female victims to experience powerful serial orgasms.

When Maxwell escapes after five years of incarceration in a psychiatric hospital, no woman is safe in city, as he embarks on an insatiable sexual rampage.

Police officers Amy and Jack stumble across the deranged predator – but are utterly unprepared for his perverted urges. He takes them both hostage, setting the scene for a psychosexual showdown of orgasmic proportions.

A darkly sensual tale of kinky desires, packed with graphic descriptions of savage sexual encounters, “Orgasm Offender” is Frank Noir at his best: Explicit depictions of scorching, dangerous pleasures. Prepare to be aroused – perhaps even against your will.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Noir
• Release date: Mar 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310940156

Frank Noir

Frank Noir is an author of explicitly pornographic novels and short stories, living and working in Berlin, Germany.His writings have appeared in print and online under various pseudonyms.The stories of Frank Noir are graphically sexual, daring to embrace the darker side of our carnal urges. Hard, yet sensual tales of submission and guilty pleasures.

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Orgasm Offender

Copyright 2016 Frank Noir

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1. The Escape

Chapter 2. The Prowl

Chapter 3. Coffee

Chapter 4. The Interview

Chapter 5. On Patrol

Chapter 6. Kidnapped

Chapter 7. The Violation

Chapter 8. The Revenge

Chapter 9. The Article

Chapter 10. The Reception

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Chapter 1

The psychiatrist placed her clipboard on the white metal table with a clacking sound that resonated in the almost empty room. She pulled out a folding chair and sat down.

So, she said.

Maxwell, his hands and feet in chains, stared back at her unblinking.

She looked around the asylum's almost cubic interrogation cell. There were no windows, the shiny pale grey walls were broken only by the dark green steel door she had just entered.

Maxwell was tall, dark and muscular - an imposing figure, even as he sat there dressed in his hospital garments. His big, clear eyes seemed strangely to be smiling, though his unshaven face stayed serious and calm.

My name is Doctor La Roche, she went on.

Maxwell nodded somewhat sarcastically.

Dr. La Roche leafed through the papers on her clipboard.

You've been here for five years now... she said.

Who's counting? Maxwell interrupted, his voice deep and sonorous.

... and it's my job to evaluate your psychological state. So do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Fire away, Maxwell said quietly.

First question, Dr. La Roche began. Do you know why you're here?

Maxwell gave a short, loud laugh.

Ha, he said. Of course I do. Because my behaviour does not comply with society's standards.

In what way?

Maxwell smirked.

They say - well, they said in court - that I'm a sexual predator.

But what do you say yourself?

She stared straight at him. She knew he was a dangerous man. But his clear eyes - now fixed on her - seemed to reveal some strange sort of intelligence. And she wanted to challenge that.

I admit I have a high sex drive, he said, leaning back on his metal chair. But I gave those women the time of their lives.

Against their will.

Maxwell sniffed.

At first, perhaps. Or so they said. But let me ask you something.

He leaned forward, calmly fixing her with his eyes.

Have you ever had an orgasm you didn't like?

Dr. La Roche took pride in the fact that questions like that didn't make her blush like they did a few years ago. She looked right back into Maxwell's eyes.

Have you? she asked.

Maxwell laughed again.

Never! he exclaimed. Is there anything better in the world than coming? Coming really hard. So hard it almost makes you pass out. What could be better than that? And that's what I did to those women. Not just once, but repeatedly. Made them come again and again.

Dr. La Roche shifted her feet and straightened her skirt. Glancing at the table, she noticed a strange little metal pin just lying there. She wondered about it briefly, then decided to ignore it.

Do you consider yourself a rapist? she asked.

Maxwell thought for a second.

Hmmm... perhaps, he said. But not in the usual way.

So you're an... unusual rapist?

Look, Maxwell said with emphasis. I don't just take. I give. I give poor neglected women my big hard cock. And the most powerful orgasms of their lives.

As we discussed: Against their will.

You're the one saying that.

Me, and the unanimous decision of the jury.

Maxwell sighed and fell back in his chair.

Those women... they don't know what they want, he said quietly, shaking his head.

So - you don't feel any regret? Dr. La Roche went on.

Not at all.

Dr. La Roche paused, waiting for him to elaborate. But he didn't.

You've talked about the physical pleasure, she went on. But how do you relate to women emotionally?

Maxwell stared at her blankly.

Emotionally? What do you mean exactly.

I mean - do you have feelings for the women? Do you fall in love easily?

Hm. Love, he said uncertainly. That's sort of hard to define, isn't it?

Oh, I think you'd know, Dr. La Roche insisted, fixing Maxwell's gaze. Have you ever been in love?

His eyes flickered uneasily. He tried to remain calm, but the conversation clearly made him feel uncomfortable. He tugged at the sleeves of his garment.

I couldn't say, he said. It's such a... such a big word.

Again, Dr. La Roche paused, giving him time to explain. And again he didn't. They sat for a while in silence.

Okay, she finally said. Anything you'd like to add?

I just don't think it's quite fair, Maxwell said calmly.

What isn't?

You passing judgment. Without having experienced it yourself.

Dr. La Roche smiled faintly.

Well, she said. But we have testimony. And I believe the victims are speaking the truth.

Maxwell's expression changed. He didn't just look serious, but positively dramatic. Dr. La Roche almost physically felt his presence - the immense charisma that so many women had mentioned.

You should try, he said. In fact, you should try it right now.

Dr. La Roche got up.

Let's end here, she said, a slight tremor of nervousness entering her voice for the first time.

Maxwell got up to his full height, towering over her. With loud, clanging noises the chains fell from his hands. He was free.

The pin! Dr. La Roche thought. He'd unlocked the chains before she even entered the cell.

Guard! she cried. Guard!

Maxwell walked around the table, stepping out of the chains. She felt his huge hand grabbing her wrist.

Don't kid yourself, he said. The cell is soundproofed. Unless you ring the bell, the guard can't hear you. Now come here.

Swiftly, he made her bend over the table and lifted up her skirt. With one big hand on her back, He held her down with one hand, while the other groped inside her panties.

Nooo! she cried.

Maxwell's fingers found her clit and began massaging her sensitive flesh. Dr. La Roche bit her lip.

He bent forward and whispered into her ear:

I'll show you what it's like. Right now.

Dr. La Roche gasped, as Maxwell vigorously masturbated her clitoris. Her juices had already began to flow over his strong, massaging fingers. And as she got wet, he began probing her cunt, slowly forcing his finger inside her slit. And then two fingers, rhythmically plunging in and out of her succulent pussy. She could smell her own excitement, and it made her head spin.

Ohhh... she moaned.

With trembling arms she grabbed onto the edges of the cold metal table. She held on tight as she felt his strong digits pounding into her moist slit. Suddenly they slipped out, and she felt Maxwell's dripping wet hand against her mouth.

Taste it, he whispered. Taste yourself.

Hesitantly, Dr. La Roche parted her lips and let his wet fingers slip into her mouth. And there it was: The particular spicy taste of her own flesh. She sucked the wetness from his fingers, savouring it excitedly. Her body shivered.

Yeah, he said.

Again he slid the fingers out of her mouth and thrust them violently back up into her cunt, making her gasp:

Ah!

And again he began poking her rhythmically, the powerful thrusts making loud slurping noises echo in the cell.

Ohhh, she moaned, her voice quivering.

Again his fingers slid out of her pussy, but this time she heard the sound of his pants dropping to the floor. She turned her head, and her eyes opened wide: Maxwell held his cock in his fist. It was