Nashton, Texas

I pulled up into Nashton, or as I forced them to call it, Nigger-loving Town, and smiled at all the cuties in my path. Awkward and concerned smiles followed, of course, as they always did. I pulled up to the church, the First Nigger-Loving Church as it proudly proclaims in a handwritten sign, and walk up to the pastor and his sweet wife.

"Reverend Mitchell," I said to him, before looking over. "Sally."

Sally Mitchell blushed, her cheek red except for black spade tattoo in the center. She was such a sweet fuck, and our baby should be a couple months old now.

"I heard you were raped." I said, grabbing her shoulder as she shuddered. I had read the police reports on the way over, and was now realizing that the raped housewives were women who had already given birth to my children and not pregnant.

"Uh, yes sir." She said out of nervousness.

"Show me. Here." I pointed to the grass as she continued to tremble. Her reverend husband looked around in fear, but the rest of the town was too scared of me to congregate.

Sally Mitchell began disrobing as I leered at her. Her body had rebounded just fine. Must be an exercise nut.

Now naked, she started talking. "See this bruise. They punched me pretty hard. And it's still very red around my v-vagina. I shaved it before I went to the police station."

I inspected her body with my hands, punching her (mildly) myself to gauge her reaction. "Lie down."

"They raped me inside."

"I don't give a fuck." I wasn't trying to reenact the rape, I was just trying to clear my head. And, more importantly, outcompete any rapist sperm and ensure she only gives birth to my child. The other victims would follow suit.

"How many wore there?" I asked, reddening up her reddened area as I pounded in.

"Th-three," she struggled to say, "but only... one actually had sex with me." I nodded and looked up at her husband.

"And where were you when your wife was being raped?"

"I was in town," he said, awkwardly watching me pound his wife on the grass. "Buying supplies."

"And this was last Thursday?"

"Yes, two nights ago. At about 2100 hours."

Something didn't add up here. This town would've been closed by then. "Maya!" I shouted to my chauffeur. "Take Reverend Mitchell inside and torture him. I want to know where he really was." The Reverend attempted to object, but Maya just shushed him. I walked out of view as he placidly followed her inside to the scene of his torture.

I looked down the hill to hot Texas town. Less than 600 awaited me in Nigger-Loving Town, and four of them had been raped. And apparently three rapists following in my footsteps. Monsters.