Lee Watson was sitting in a dark corner at the back of the
pub, sipping the last inch of beer in his glass. Through the
loud music (“Come Out Swinging” by Offspring) he could
partially hear the intense conversation that was taking
place at the bar.
Lee was listening with interest to the conversation of the
three men - a bunch of oldies in their thirties or forties
(Lee was in his early twenties), who were ranting and raving
about something they were watching on TV. It was a story
about some serial rapist who preyed on young girls in the
area, and the angry men were talking about what they would
do to him, if they only had the chance. Yeah, right.
The three men, Bob, Joey and Dan, were looking angrily at
the TV, when the reporter talked calmly about the method of
the rapist, and the police estimations (they thought he was
a white man since three of his victims were white, and a
forth girl was black).
“How the fuck can they be talking about that like that?” Bob
snarled. “Like they’re covering a fucking beauty contest or
something.”
“Come on, Bobby,” Joey said. “They’re only doing their job.”
“Yeah. Job my ass!”
“Bob,” Joey continued “They have to do their job. They gotta
stay objective if they want to capture this animal.”
Bob was not convinced. “They should hang him by the balls
when they get him. If I had just 5 minutes alone with him,
why I’d…”
Lee smiled. People always blab about what they will or won’t
do. Everybody is a hero, until it comes to the real thing.
He’s seen it before.
As Lee walked to the bar and paid for his drink he could
hear the one they called Joey quietly talking about his
cousin who is in the Force and the different methods
practiced to catch this guy. Lee didn’t care. He was just a
drifter and he will be gone in the next day. He straightened
his Trench coat and headed out, not quite listening to the
rest of the conversation.
“Danny, I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling. I
mean, I got two boys, I’m safe, but you, with your daughter
right at this age and all.”
“Don’t worry about it, Bobby. If anyone so much as lays a
finger on my girl, I know exactly what I’ll do.”
“What would you do?” Joey asked naively.
Dan smiled. He talked quietly and calmly: “I’m going to hunt
him down like a rabid dog. Then I’m going to cut him up
until he’s drifting between life and death, then I’m going
to suck on his last breath, and then I think I’ll have a
beer.”
His two friends looked at him in shock. “We’re just talking
here, right?” Joey asked, intimidated by Dan’s face.
“Of course. If it happens for real I’ll have a root beer.”
**************************************
The man was standing in the bushes, camouflaged by branches
and leafs from the trees and bushes surrounding him. It
wasn’t the first time he had stood there. This area was
where many rapes started out, and where most of them took
place. A rapist spotted girls walking alone, and lured them
to come with him, dragging them into the bushes or into
abandoned buildings nearby.
The man was surprised to know that today another girl was
walking by herself in the wooded area. How dumb can these
girls be?
She seemed to be about 15-16 years old. Plain looking but
pretty. She was wearing a short blue T-Shirt and Jeans
shorts. Her red hair was tied behind her head. Sort of
bluish-green eyes - the man couldn’t tell for sure. It
wasn’t too hard to notice those perky big tits under the
baggy T-Shirt. Just the kind of tits some psycho perv would
want to suck on. How can this girl be so uncaring about the
dangers that might lurk? How can anyone be so naive these
days and walk alone?
The man knew exactly what evil lurked out there. He has
witnessed it first-handedly so many times before.
As the girl walked past him, not noticing him, he slowly
stepped out of the bushes and started jogging towards her.
“Excuse me! Young lady, excuse me!”
The girl looked behind her shoulder and stood still, waiting
for him as he rushed towards her.
“Yes.” She said, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.
“What is it?”
The man standing in front of her was tall. He was also a
blue-eyed redhead. Short straight hair, clean-cut. His eyes
seemed honest and sincere, yet the girl was startled, hoping
he wasn’t a creepy pervert of some sort.
The man reached for his pocket and took out a badge,
flashing it before the girl.
“I’m Detective Jerald White. What is your name?”
“Jamie Ralston.”
“Well, Jamie, you’ve just entered a restricted area. We’ve
set an ambush here, so if you please accompany me.”
Jamie looked at his face with her eyes wide. Was this man
joking? He certainly seemed serious.
“An Ambush? For who?”
“Come with me.” He said as he took her by the arm. “I
apologize, but we just don’t have a lot of time. All was
going smoothly until you showed up. What the hell were you
doing here anyhow?”
“Well, I…”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, Jamie.”
Jamie suddenly realized she was led on by this man whom she
never met before, without even knowing where to. “Where are
you taking me?”
“Jamie, there are dozens of cops around here. You can’t see
them because they don’t want to be seen. We’ve seen you
coming from afar, so I was sent to make sure you wouldn’t
enter this area. Once you did, I had to stop you. I’m taking
you to one of our posts in the scene. I don’t want you to be
anywhere in this area once our suspect arrives.”
“What suspect?” Jamie asked as they kept walking. Detective
White did not answer.
“Wait a second!” Jamie said. “You’re not stalking that
serial rapist or anything, right?” Still no answer.
“My god, you’re hunting him down!” she said
enthusiastically.
“You’re a smart girl.” Detective White said as they got
closer to an abandoned building. Detective White knocked on
the door a couple of times in a very distinct manner,
probably marking for whoever was in that it was him. Jamie
saw in her mind dozens of cops with TV equipment, watching
images from the woods, supplied by the cops who were
ambushing the bad guy. She knew the reality of it was
probably less high-tech and not as sophisticated, but
nevertheless, she couldn’t wait seeing what was inside, as
Detective White opened the door and let her in.
As she entered the room, Jamie was surprised to learn that
there was nothing there. It was just an empty, abandoned
building with some rods and debris lying around.
Where are all the cops? She wondered as she felt a sharp
pain in the back of her head.
*************************************
Jerald smiled as he slammed his fist into the back of
Jamie’s head and watched her fall to the ground. He got on
his knees, picked her head up by her ponytail, and smacked
her face, knocking her to the floor once again. Before she
could even grasp what was happening, Jerry turned her on her
belly, and started unbuttoning her shorts as she was getting
on her hands and knees.
“No! Please!” She begged.
Jerald smiled and grabbed her face, mashing her lips with
his hand. “Shhh! Be good, little girl. Be good!”
Jerry left her head alone, and before she managed to scream,
he bashed the front of his head against the back of her
head, savagely taking down her shorts as she struggled to
stay conscious.
He’s done it before. Four times already. Well, at least four
REPORTED times. The precise number didn’t matter. It was the
easiest thing in the world. Just flipping the fake badge and
they’re all his. He usually built up the humiliation and
pain, but this time he wanted to shave corners and start
with the extreme right away. He lowered Jamie’s panties and
unzipped his pants, taking his hard cock out, rubbing it
hard against Jamie’s buttocks as he held her tight, forcing
one arm around her waist and another around her neck, almost
cutting out her air supply.
“Please, Detective. Please!” Jamie begged, just as she
suddenly realized he was no cop. How could she have been so
stupid? This WAS the rapist. He was no cop. And now she will
join the list of vict ims. She could see her own eyes open
in terror through a faded glass window as the reality of the
situation sunk in, just as she felt the man’s cock slowly
slipping in-between her buttocks. She felt herself losing
her breath, and just when she thought she couldn’t breathe
any longer, he clenched hard around her neck, and slowly let
go.
Jamie coughed and gasped as Jerald slowly rammed into her
ass, inserting his cock in inch by inch.
“Please, sir. Don’t do that. I can’t!”
Jerald laughed. His cock wasn’t even inside her, and she
already moaned and begged him. Time to show her what real
pain is all about.
He rammed into her anus as hard as he could. She shouted,
begging him to stop. He didn’t care. He knew how rare it is
to have people walking around this area, and he hasn’t seen
anyone but that poor stupid girl all day.
He rammed into her ass twice more, burying his cock as deep
as possible inside her, listening to her moans and cries
with each thrust. The harder she screamed the more pain he
inflicted, ramming his cock harder and harder while inside
her, tearing her apart. He closed his eyes with each painful
shout coming out of her throat, listening to the amount of
pain in her voice. He felt as if he’s feeding on that pain.
Sucking its juices out of the air and into himself, feeding
his addiction.
He rammed and rammed, and the captive girl kept screaming
and moaning, gasping and twitching, squirming and crying.
God, how much he loved it! He was truly a god!
Jerald put his left hand onto Jamie’s right breast for
leverage, and squeezed it hard through her blouse, as he
moved his right hand on the girl’s beautiful red head of
hair. She squirmed as she felt her breast being squeezed, so
he held her tightly to him, thrusting with full strength,
laying still as deep as he could inside her bowels. Jerry
untied the ponytail and let Jamie’s hair spread all over her
back and shoulders. “You’re hair is so fucking beautiful.”
He said as he continued ramming into her, lifting her hair
and dropping it back on her shoulders and the top of her
back.
“Please, sir, you’re killing me.” The helpless girl
whimpered softly. “Killing me… you’re killing me… you’re
killing… me… killing… killing… killing…”
Jerald wouldn’t pay attention to what she said. He was too
busy watching her hair bounce back and forth as he fucked
her tight ass. God, he loved it tight! He loved spreading
these bitches’ holes to the point of almost tearing them
apart.
Still, he didn’t want her to pass out from the pain. He
wanted her to be aware of everything that was to take place.
As he continued to play with her breasts and fuck her anus,
Jerry pulled up his sleeve, putting his arm to Jamie’s
mouth, ordering her to bite on it.
“Bite it, you little bitch!”
Uncertain what was going on, Jamie gently sunk her teeth
into his bare arm.
“Harder, bitch!”
At those words, Jamie let herself bite as deep as she could,
hoping that somehow this action would ease some of her pain.
At first she wouldn’t out of fear that it would give him an
excuse to hurt her worse, but after all, he ordered her to
bite him, didn’t he?
Jerald was so turned on by the feel of the girl’s teeth
sinking into his flesh, knowing that each tiny ounce of pain
he felt is just a fraction of the torture inflicted upon
that little cunt.
He thought about doing it before, with other girls, but was
worried that maybe the bite-marks would lead up to him. It’s
been known to happen, only usually it was bite-marks from
the victims compared to the perp’s teeth, not the other way
around.
Jerald took his arm away from the girl’s mouth and rammed
harder, kissing her neck passionately, biting it gently.
He held her hair firmly with his left hand, forcing her to
turn her face to the right. He held her face with his right
hand, his thumb squeezing on her right cheek while the rest
of his hand was pressed against her left cheek. He slowly
moved his face close to hers, and kissed her. He felt her
fear again, sensing her total devotion to him. He knew she
would do anything for him as she kissed him back.
Jerald slowly broke the kiss and looked at the girl’s face.
She tried to turn away in shame and lowered her eyes, but
Jerald grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him.
For a few seconds that seemed like eternity for both of
them, they stared at each other. His cock just laid still
inside of her, like a nail in a piece of wood.
Jerry started withdrawing from her slowly, and then, with
only his cockhead inside of her, as he felt her ass
relieving and watched the relief on her face, he rammed in
again. Jamie cried in agony: “Please! Please! Why are you
doing this? Please! I can’t take it anymore!”
Jerry gradually withdrew from her ass again, watching her
face. This time there was no relief, just terror. She had no
idea whether this meant he was done, or if it just meant
more pain for her. She hadn’t even thought of the fact that
he did not cum yet. It didn’t cross her mind.
Jerry got off of her and waited a few seconds until Jamie
started weeping again. Her red hair was wild, smeared on the
floor, her blue blouse lifted, just partially covering her
tits (which still had a bra on them), her panties and jeans
tangled up on her feet.
He looked at this girl and smiled. He couldn’t believe she
was really his. Whenever he had a girl at his mercy (as if
he showed mercy) he took the time to look at them after
breaking their spirits. For him it was like winning the
lottery or some big bet. He just couldn’t believe it was
really his.
She was so hot, he just had to start jerking his cock. He
couldn’t bear to leave it alone for even a second. This girl
was so hot that his cock needed to feel SOMETHING at all
times. He laughed at the thought of jacking off while there
was a beautiful, fresh piece of meat lying at his feet.
He grabbed her foot and started dragging her around the
room. “Please!” She cried in despair as she realized it was
not over yet.
He grabbed Jamie’s pants and panties and yanked them off her
feet, throwing them away. he jumped on top of her and
started kissing her, getting in between her legs.
“Please… please…” She moaned as she kissed him. His cock was
harder than before. Her begging was filled more with passion
than fear, almost as if she wanted to turn him on, as if she
wanted him to make her cum. Hearing her pleading almost made
him cum on the spot.
Nevertheless, he held it in, and slid himself inside her
cunt. He won’t cum without making her remember. He slid
himself all the way until he bumped into her hymen. Good, a
virgin!
He kissed her lips softly, thrusting his cock gently inside
her, moving faster and faster inside of her.
“Oh, my god, it hurts! It hurts!”
Jerry decided to calm her down. It would work out so nicely
with her depended on him. He broke the kiss and stroked her
hair gently as he looked into her eyes.
“Shh… It won’t hurt for long.” He assured her. “Okay?”
The girl nodded. She put her faith in him. As if she had any
other choice.
Jerry began pumping his cock inside her again. He did it
slowly, putting everything he has into each stroke, waiting
exactly two seconds in-between to feel her squirming and
weeping under him.
Jamie was exhausted. She wanted to scream so much but she
just bit her lip and took it quietly. She didn’t want to
make him mad. She didn’t want to scream. Nevertheless, the
pain inflicted by perpetrator was so sharp, she couldn’t
take it anymore.
“Please, oh, god! Not my virginity! Not that!”
“What do you want me to do? Take you up the ass again?”
Jamie turned quiet. No, she did not want him in there again.
Just the thought of it turned her stomach. It was
disgusting, and more painful than anything she ever
experienced. Nevertheless, she did not want her virginity
taken from her. she couldn’t make a decision. She just
wanted it to be over.
She cried with pain and relief as Jerry tore through her
hymen. She didn’t want to feel relieved, but she couldn’t
help it. She knew it would lame this man of anything when sh
e is no better than he was?
The guilt was sweating through her, and then it happened:
She came. She actually came! This was her guilty verdict.
Jerry smiled as he felt her starting to cum. He felt her
juices around his cock, her body twitching under him. He
heard her moaning in his ear. She was satisfied. She’ll be a
good girl.
Jerry looked at her eyes and stroked her hair. He held the
back of her head, sinking his fingers in that warm, thick
red hair, stroking it. “It’s okay.” He whispered. “It’s
okay.”
She cried softly as he calmed her down. She did not want to
be in an alliance with this person. She did not want him to
like her, and was afraid she would grow to like him. He
leaned forward and kissed her. She simply accepted the kiss.
She was too tired to think about it. She would just accept
anything that happens to her. She put her arms around him as
she kissed him. There was nothing else she could do. The
rapist broke the kiss and lifted himself off of the girl’s
body. She wanted to be relieved by this gesture but knew it
didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was over - maybe it wasn’t.
Jerry didn’t cum. The more rapes he committed, the more
control he had over himself. He reached into his pants’
pocket and pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper and
putting it quickly and efficiently around his cock. Another
thing he was experienced in.
Until that moment Jamie didn’t even think of the
repercussions of having sex with this man, like diseases and
pregnancy. The weird thing was, that now when she did, she
was thankful that he did think of that. Instead of being
worried about him continuing to rape her, she was thankful.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The truth of it was that Jerry didn’t care if this girl had
a baby or didn’t, as long as it wouldn’t carry his genes, as
long as his DNA won’t be all over the place. He wasn’t a
career criminal, he knew that no matter how careful he’d be,
it would never be enough once the cops got the scent.
Jamie sat up and wrapped her hands around her legs, leaning
her face on her knees, which were now held together. Jerry
approached her and stroked her hair again. “Take off your
blouse!”
“Please, Sir. Why are you doing this?”
“Shirt, bitch!”
With tears pouring from her eyes, Jamie slowly took off her
baggy shirt, exposing her round breasts into view. Jerry
broke the clasp on her back and started taking off her bra.
He laid her down on the floor and started playing with her
tits, twisting them and pinching.
“Ah, it hurts! Please, I’ll do anything! Anything! I’ll blow
your cock!”
Jerry smiled. He did not want a blowjob right now. He
already had his condom on, so he might as well get back to
the other cavities.
“Beg me to fuck you!”
“Please!”
Jerry twisted her nipple once again, until she opened her
mouth wide and moaned in pain. “Please fuck me! Please!” She
felt so humiliated being forced to say these things, but
what was really devastating that a part of her meant it.
With all the pain, she truly wanted to be fucked.
Once again Jerry climbed on top of her and entered her cunt,
while playing with her tits. She moaned in pleasure as she
let this criminal, this murderer (yes, murderer), to grab
her hips and open her legs further.
She moaned with a mixture or pleasure and pain as he thrust
his hard cock into her. She felt different than before. She
felt a woman. She hated this man. She hated hearing him
moan, knowing he was enjoying himself, but was somewhat
flattered by the fact that she, a little girl, is making
this MAN horny. Was she really that pretty? Was she really
that good of a lover, if that’s even the proper word?
At the end the situation was out of her hands. They were
both lying one on top of the other, pushing themselves,
moaning. Raping Jamie made Jerald feel like a man, and being
fucked by an older man made Jamie feel like a woman. As much
as she hated him, as much as he wanted to hurt her, they
were connected in the most bizarre and perverted bond any of
them could think possible.
Jerry felt he’s close but wanted to hold it in, to keep
hurting her, as she suddenly screamed in his ear. She came
again.
This scream took Jerry by surprise and he just released
everything he had into the condom, while still inside of
Jamie.
“Oh! God! Fuck! I love it!” This shout came out of Jamie’s
throat. She did not want to think about what it meant. She
did not want to think about anything. There would be plenty
of time for that later.
Jerry lifted himself off of Jamie, positively surprised by
her reaction, yet slightly disappointed she did not suffer
more. They weren’t friends. They were enemies. His goal was
to hurt her spiritually as well as physically.
Jerald got dressed, looking at the dazed girl lying on the
ground, staring at the ceiling of the abandoned building. He
took a broken broomstick, with a sharp edge, and held it
above her.
“What are you doing?” She asked. Before he could understand
what was going on, the sharp edge of the broomstick was
already jabbed deep inside her pussy, making her scream in
pain. Jerald took the broomstick out of her and broke it
into two on his knee, making two shorter broomsticks, each
one with a broken, slightly sharpened edge.. He then raised
the bloody edge and licked Jamie’s blood off of it. He
looked at her as she was staring at him with disbelief,
jerking her head up and down, and jabbed one of the
broomsticks back into her pussy It was so deep and painful
that she wouldn’t allow herself to touch it, fearing it
would just make it worse. “Help me.” She whispered. “Help
me!”
Jerry lifted Jamie’s sweet little legs up in the air and
swung the remaining broomstick. He then jabbed it right into
the girl’s bleeding anus, which now ruptured.
Jamie’s head snapped back with a blood-chilling cry: “WHY?!”
Jerald smiled, stroked the girl’s hair and kissed her
forehead. Then he took all of her clothes as a souvenir.
Jamie was paralyzed with pain and fear as she watched the
rapist who called himself Jerald White walking away from
her, closing the door behind him.
*******************************
The man entering “Melton Memorial” was dressed casually. He
was wearing a black leather Jacket and a blue pair of Jeans.
He had a somewhat scruffy beard and his hair was matted out.
He would have stood apart from the other people in the
hospital even without the badge he pulled out as he
presented himself to the receptionist. After getting the
information he wanted, he walked towards the room where the
girl was hospitalized. At the door there were two cops: a
detective and a uniform. The detective approached him and
extended his hand: “Detective Lee Watson, I presume?”
“That’s right.” Lee answered. “Detective Eisenberg?”
“Yeah. It’s good of you to come. Frankly, I was expecting
someone a little older.”
“They all do.” Lee replied.
Lee was the youngest detective in the Monroe County Sex
Crimes Unit. He was well known as a loose cannon that
followed his instincts no matter what the consequences were.
His attitude would have embarrassed his superiors if it
wasn’t for his 100% success rate. So far, he had only one
case that bugged him. He sensed in his bones it was a serial
rapist, but he couldn’t link any other cases to it. Then he
heard of the serial rapist in Grant County, and it all added
up. The man who rape d five young girls in East Grant is
guilty of at least six rapes, the first of which was in
Lee’s Jurisdiction. He wanted to join the Grant
investigation but he had no evidence that the rapes were
related and his superiors ordered him to let it go at the
moment. Their hands were full and they needed him as a
secondary in another big profiled case. Lee had no choice
but following the Grant investigation when one day he
decided to use his sick days to go on a little trip to North
Grant. He contacted Detective Eisenberg, explained the
situation to him, and made him swear he will not contact the
Monroe Police. At this point, Eisenberg was just about as
desperate as Lee was, an d invited him over to review his
case. About a day after Lee arrived at NG, the rapist struck
again, this time more brutally than before. His fifth known
rape in Grant County, or his sixth known rape if he truly
was Lee’s guy.
***************************************
Jamie was sitting in her hospital bed. The drugs eased the
pain, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to die. She was
dozed off most of the time, and she preferred it that way.
When she wasn’t high they kept sending people to question
her. Her mom protected her from them, and all Jamie could
think about is how she had let her down. She was also
worried about her father, who kept telling everyone what he
would do when he’ll catch the bastard. She couldn’t take it.
It was too much violence, and all because of her.
When Lee entered the room she looked into his eyes. Brown
eyes. Different from what she’s seen in the past few days.
Everyone’s eyes were so angry, frustrated. His eyes were
different, calm. He was a man who knew exactly what he
wanted. If it wasn’t for that scruffy beard he could have
been a pretty handsome guy. She liked his eyes. They soothed
her.
He sat next to her and looked at her with a thoughtful
expression. Then, as he started talking, he pulled out a
police badge and put it in front of her face. She didn’t
hear what he said. She didn’t even listen. She looked away.
She never wanted to see another badge as long as she lived.
*************************************
Bob Fallon was alone in the bar the night they reported
about the fifth rape in the area. He didn’t know where Joe
and Dan were. He was so fucking pissed. He wondered how
anyone could be so cruel towards another human being as he
tried to imagine what it would be like to impale the fucking
rapist on a sword.
*************************************
Dan Whitman was seated on his bed, in the dark, staring at
the TV, which was the only light source in the room. The
reporter was going on and on about the rape spree in the
area. There seem to have been a fifth victim who came
forward. The reporter reminded the viewers about the
rapist’s methods, how he would tell the girls he’s a police
officer and take them to abandoned buildings and to the
bushes, where he would rape and sodomize them.
Dan looked at his wife, Linda. She was sound asleep. He got
out of the bed, and walked down the hall to the room of his
daughter, Jennifer. The door was open. He didn’t see her
face, just her beautiful brown hair. Oh, how much he loved
her! She looked so much like Linda. He knew he would never
let anything bad happen to her. He also knew he was a weak
man, and could not stop himself from raping girls her age.
He also knew that the police will start closing in on him
real soon. According to Joey, they already hooked up with
cops in another county for a joint investigation. Dan never
raped anyone outside of North Grant, but that won’t matter
if he’s caught. He did rape those five girls, and others,
mutilating the last one in an unexplainable amok of rage. He
knew he would have to disassociate himself from his family.
He did not want to put shame on them once he’s caught. He
knew what he had to do.
Dan approached Jen’s bed and stroked her hair gently. He
wanted to kiss her forehead but did not want to wake her up.
He went to the garage and pulled out a bag he had prepared
weeks ago, put on his coat, and took the dozens of fake IDs
he had, including the credentials of the nonexistent Jerald
White.
Then he got out of his home, for the very last time.
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