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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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Bruce Meehan and his pals got together every night outside of John’s Pub for a smoke. Sometimes just regular cigs, usually grass. They were all 14-15 year olds, but hell, knew about life more than anyone else. Hell yeah! They knew a lot better than grownups. What could an adult possibly teach them? They were just as mature as every 40-year-old, even more. After all, they already drank alcohol, smoked, and Bruce even had sex once. Well, almost.
On that particular night, when the boys got together, they had no idea what was to come, not even when they saw the cute little Brunette chick marching up the street.
Bruce was the first one who noticed Kelly Sabantini. She was about their age, and was wearing a short mini skirt, sweater, and stockings, all black. Oh, yeah, this girl wanted to get laid for sure! Why else would she be up this late?
The others noticed her fairly quickly, and similar thoughts crossed their minds as well.
Kelly noticed the boys. She did not want to deal with them. She had just got out of a party where she and some friends met these three guys. She didn’t like what the guy was trying to do to her and barely got away from him. She wanted her friends to go away with her, but they were counting on getting a ride from these guys. Disappointed from her friends, Kelly went home on her own. “Fuck’em! Who needs them?” She thought. Then again, she sure didn’t feel safe right now, alone in front of these kids.
She walked right through the little group. She refused to deter from them. She refused to cross to the other side. Only chickens cross to the other side! She was no chicken! She will not let that horny asshole make her scared of guys.
As she was walking, Bruce stood up and got in her face. Goddamn, are ALL guys assholes?
“Hi there.” He smiled.
“Hello.”
“What’s your name?”
“None of your business.” She said as she passed by him.
Bruce did not like that attitude, especially not from a little cockteaser like that. He had to come out “the man” here. So he reached out and grabbed her breast. God, it was so soft it made his cock even stiffer. Immediately he felt the slap on his face. Kelly pushed him away, turned her back to him and went away, leaving Bruce and his friends laughing. He was truly THE KING!!!
Yeah, he showed that bitch, but he knew, they all knew, that she was an easy bitch playing hard to get. He’ll nail her. He’ll show her. He’ll shove his fucking fuckrode in her fuckhole.
He signaled to his pals and they all followed him. They knew what was gonna happen. They were all excited, wondering if they would get laid tonight instead of just talking about it like usually.
“Hey, bitch!” Bruce yelled out.
Kelly started walking faster. Bruce loved it how her little ass moved. He’ll have to grab that one next.
“Come on, we were just kidding.”
Kelly didn’t listen. She kept on going. These were kids her age. They wouldn’t do anything to her. All guys that age are jerks, but none of them really have guts, she thought as she felt her head being pulled back by her hair, and being smacked across the wall.
Next Bruce shoved her into an alley she just passed. His cousin, who was 17, told him he once fucked a prostitute here and no one has noticed. It would be cool if Bruce’s first time would be in the same place as his cousin’s.
As Kelly laid on the ground, she saw the other boys surrounding her as Bruce was unbuckling his belt, when suddenly a light flashed at them. It came from the exit of the alley. Kelly tried to see what it was, but was blinded by it. So were the boys. Bruce was pissed. Who the fuck has the nerve of disturbing him?
“Hey, what is this? Go away!” After about 3 seconds, as he got used to the light, he noticed it came from a van. In the light he could see a figure approaching him.
“Is there a problem here?” The man asked.
“No, no problem.”
“Little girl, are you all right?”
“She’s fine.” Bruce said.
“She doesn’t look fine to me.”
“No one fucking asked you, okay? She’s with us.”
“Let her speak for herself, you fucking little punk.”
“Hey, nobody calls me a fucking little…”
Kelly watched in shock as the stranger interrupted Bruce’s sentence by punching him in his mouth.
She was now more scared than before. She knew she was about to witnessing something rougher than what she was used to in her comfy little life.
She literally kept herself from peeing all over herself as she saw one of the boys pulling out a Swiss army knife. Bruce pulled out a switchblade and opened it, facing the stranger.
She was now scared. The stranger did not see the boy with the Army Knife, but he sure did see the switchblade
“Do not fuck with me, bitch!” Bruce grunted.
The man pulled out a Colt and pointed it to Bruce’s face, right between the eyes. “No, do not fuck with ME, bitch!”
Kelly could not see Bruce’s face, but she could see some of the other boys. Their expression turned from cockiness to horror, and as much as she was glad they felt it, she was more concerned for her life, and for the ringleader, who was now held at gunpoint.
Bruce started panicking. He truly thought he was going to die. He sometimes wondered what it would feel like knowing you are going to die. He now felt it. After a few seconds he had no illusions. He knew he was going to die. Then he realized the man is just standing there, staring at him angrily, pointing the gun at him, but no shot was fired. Bruce quickly threw the switchblade and raised his hands in the air.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
The boy holding the Swiss army knife started folding it back. The stranger pointed his finger at him. “You! Drop whatever the fuck you have in your hand and get the fuck out of my site!”
The boy dropped the knife and started walking away.
“GO!” The man yelled. The boy started running.
“All of you! Get out of here!” Bruce didn’t look away from the man and the gun, but he could hear his friends running away.
“Please, it was just a joke!”
“Shut up! Now get the fuck out of here and never hurt a woman in your life. Because if I ever bump into you, and you’ll do something wrong, you’re dead. Now get the fuck out of here!”
Bruce started running. Kelly watched in shock. The man picked up the two knives and put them in his jacket. He then approached her. She crawled away.
“It’s okay, they won’t hurt you.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Ted. That’s okay, don’t be afraid.” He said as he offered his hand.”
Kelley saw him now more clearly. He had short dark hair that was combed to the side, glasses, soft blue eyes. Surely not what how she visualized him when she saw him pulling a gun on that boy.
She took his hand.
“I’m Kelly.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Just a little dazed, I think”
“Would you like for me to give you a ride home?”
“I don’t want to go home.”
“Clearly, it’s not safe for you to stay here.”
Kelly was silent. She did not want to go home like this, with her skirt all dirty, and her face bruised. She did not want to see her parents, friends, or anyone she knew. On the other hand, it wasn’t safe to stay in the street alone. Ted was the only thing that stopped her from getting gang-raped. She felt safe with him. She wanted to spend some time with him, but she knew it would be awkward asking something like that, especially if he says yes. Could she come to this guy’s home? He looked like he was in his forties. He probably had a wife, and kids of his own.
“I don’t know what I want.” She said.
“Listen, how about we go get a coffee or something? I’m buying. We’ll sit somewhere, you can go wash your face, relax, decide where you want me to drop you off. Okay?”
“Hmm…”
“It’s on me.” Ted smiled.
Kelly laughed. He reminded her of her teacher, Mr. Smith. He was also this cute and goofy.
“Sure.” She said.
They both got up, and walked up to his van. He opened the passenger door, like a true gentleman. Kelly got in and sat. The back of the van had no seats, and was basically empty. He must be using it to carry cargo. Maybe that’s what he finished doing tonight when he saw her being attacked by the boys.
Ted entered the van and closed the door. He started the van, and off they went.
“So, Ted, what’s your job?”
“Sort of in between jobs right now.”
“Oh. I see.”
How stupid could she be? He must be unemployed. Why else would an educated looking man drive a piece of crap like that? And with no seats except for the two in front.
“So… where are we going?”
Ted didn’t answer. He just kept staring ahead. She hoped she didn’t hurt his feelings somehow.
“I mean, where are we going to sit?”
No answer.
“Ted?”
She started to freak. What was wrong with this guy? He has transformed in a heartbeat from a caring, humane, gentle man, into a robot.
“Okay, look, I’ll just get off here.”
click.
The doors were locked.
“Ted, please, what’s going on?”
Kelly now started to grasp that something was really wrong. This man wasn’t just tired or unhappy. There was something wrong with him.
“Let me go!” She yelled as she hit him on his arm and shoulder. In response, he punched her face. Her world was turning, and she wasn’t sure if she was about to faint or not. She thought she felt the car stop violently, as if someone hit the breaks, and she saw him go for the glove compartment. He took out something and put it on her neck. She passed out from the electric shock when Ted activated the stun gun.
She opened her eyes, feeling she was somewhere else now. She was lying on her back staring at a car ceiling. She knew it was the back of the van. She could have been out for a couple of seconds, or for ten minutes, there was no way to tell. She felt Ted on top of her, and she felt warm flesh slipping into her cunt and thrusting. It hurt yet felt good. She knew what was happening. She was in pain yet she didn’t scream as she felt her hymen being ripped apart. Things around her were so quiet, as if she was trapped in a cloud, and she could practically hear her virginity torn apart by the giant penis inside of her. She was not a virgin anymore, and she had the penis of a really older man inside her body, but she didn’t care much. It was like she knew what was happening, but just didn’t accept it. As if accepting it would take her to a place she did not want to be in.
Ted started thrusting harder, grabbing her hair and face and kissing her. She felt how horny he was. It was as if he has tried to kiss or swallow her entire face. Eventually she got more aware of the pain but did not scream, just moan, hoping it would all end soon.
Weak and helpless, she just lay there, taking up Ted’s cock inside her. She escaped a party to prevent from a really cute guy to do just that, then she tried to get away from a bunch of disgusting teen rapists, just to end up lying here in this filthy van with this gross old man on top of her, making her cum. Well, not yet, but she felt she was close. She gasped in excitement. Then he got out of her. Could this be it? Could it be over? Will he just drop her somewhere and let her go on with the rest of her life, without anyone ever knowing what happened? She’ll have to explain the torn hymen when the time comes, unless she’ll never get married.
Ted gently tipped her over on her belly, and put something on her face. It was gentle. A cloth or velvet. She felt the cloth being tied over her mouth, and felt Ted’s lips in her ear: “Just bite on it.”
Bite on it? What was the… UGH!
She felt the sharp pain in her behind. He was ripping her apart. At first she wasn’t sure what he put in, only later she got to the conclusion it was his penis. He took it out. It was just as painful. She couldn’t bear it. She felt him moving his hands gently on her buttocks. Only now she realized she was half dressed! Sure, she still had her sweater on but her stockings were nowhere to be found. Her ass and pussy were bare to whoever would want to take a look! Now this sick freak was moving his moist hands all over her ass. She wasn’t sure why the hands were moist. Was that semen? She wasn’t sure how thick this fluid should be, given the fact that she never felt it. She now felt his fingers entering her ass. Oh, god! Wait… This didn’t feel too bad now. Her ass was already on fire from the initial dry entrance. This didn’t make it feel worse. If anything, it would probably make her feel better if he ever… Oh, no, please no!
“Oh, yeah!” Ted groaned. She felt him forcing her on to her knees, her head still on the floor, and then she felt him plunge in, deeper than she thought was possible. If anything, the lotion in her butt just helped him penetrate, but at least her ass was moist now. She felt him fucking her ass. She felt as if the air was playing there, inside, trying to roll around. She felt like she really wanted to fart, or take a shit, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. She moaned, her head being banged against the car floor with every blow. Her ass being filled with air, or so she felt. Soon she started ramming her ass against his cock with each blow, which just intensified the pain. She had no idea why she was doing it. She moaned and bit on the cloth with every thrust, partially anticipating to see what would happen next. She was horrified, but she was curious.
Ted thrust his cock harder, wanting to cause maximum pain. He pushed his cock so hard it even hurt him, but he loved it. He’d do anything to get a reaction out of his girls, and this one was no different. He heard her squeal harder, crying, begging him to stop. “Ugh! Please! Ted, you’re hurting me.” She squealed like a mouse. “Please, Ted, it really really hurts! Please! I won’t tell a soul, please!”
Ted reached for her right tit with his right hand, and squeezed it hard. He felt her body as she moaned and trembled. Gradually he grabbed less and less of her breast until he reached the center, her hard nipple, and pulled it as if he was trying to yank it out. “OH, TED, NO! I CAN’T, IT HURTS! STOP HURTING ME, TED, I’M BEGGING YOU!”
Ted laughed and left her nipple alone. He kept on plunging into her asshole. It has been months since he did this. Ever since he ran away from his home, he tried to change his pattern, and eventually to stop raping all together. He just hid in motels and hotels under assumed names, and jerked off at least 5 times a day, praying he would not return to his old ways. Still, he missed his victims. The last one was Dawn, but she was sort of a mother figure, not a love object. It was like doing it with his own cousin, damnit! These innocent little girls, though, they were something else, and he knew he would not be able to hold it for long. Kelly was the first in a while, but due to his disguise, she would never recognize him as Dan Whitman.
Through her body, he felt the pain and humiliation he was causing, and for the first time in a long time, he felt content. A smile spread on his face. Not a fake sympathetic smile, but a genuine smile of a man thrilled and overjoyed over this new adventure.
As he started coming in her ass, he pushed harder. He heard her cry, felt the tears landing over his hand as he groped little Kelly. After partially coming, he took his cock out of her and turned her on her back. She looked at him in tears, with disbelief and anger, as if she was betrayed by a loved one. Dan raised his hand and smacked her across the face. Kelly moved her head to the right from the severity of the blow and started crying. Dan laughed and raised her sweater and shirt up, trying to expose her belly. He got on his knees and continued to cum, splashing his jizz all over Kelly’s stomach. As she went on crying he popped his fist into her stomach, and then to her face. He grabbed her hair and put his fist at her face.
Kelly was nearly out cold, but she knew what she was supposed to do. She licked the cum off the man’s fist. When she felt his other hand stroking her hair gently, she knew she did good.
“Kelly, don’t worry, I’m keeping you for myself for a while.”
She looked at him with disbelief. “What? No!”
“Yes!” He was just playing with her, see ing how she would react. Seeing the expression on her face, her eyes opening wide, almost made him hard again.
He was shocked himself as a hand scratched his face with one swift clawing, throwing the glasses and hairpiece off his head, revealing a shaved bald head. Now he was really angry.
“You little whore!” Dan started strangling the little girl. “You fucking cunt! No one treats me this way! No one!” He watched her gasping for air, looking into her eyes, and only released when he saw in her eyes the realization that she was about to die. She gagged and coughed as he released his grip, and lay on her back.
Dan took Bruce’s knife and started tearing her clothes apart, the ones that were on her as well as the ones that were thrown next to him. He took her stockings and tied one end to her neck in a noose. He tied the other end to the ceiling of the vehicle. He knew it wouldn’t kill her. It was just for dramatic effect, to remind her that the danger of death was hovering above her at any given moment, like a vulture flying in circles.
Dan put his hand on his sore cheek, and saw the blood on his fingers. That little bitch! He smeared his blood on her little breasts, smiling. She was breathing, her chest moving up and down, but her eyes closed. He assumed she was out cold, but he didn’t care. He took her hand and put it on his cock, stroking it. He started thinking of Linda, about the first time she did it. The first time she was intimate with him. It angered him that the circumstances caused him to be away from her, fleeing like a fugitive, having that Eisenberg guy from TV on his tail. It’s only a matter of time until they’ll connect the dots and expose his identity. He had to destroy his urges. He had to destroy this girl.
The thoughts of anger and rage, fire and chaos, made him hard again. He opened Kelly’s legs and shoved his tool inside. She was the fault. She was just like all the other girls. She was all of them. He had to have his vengeance. He shoved his cock as hard as possible, hurting them, punishing them, ripping their little pussy apart. Serves them right, these bitches!
He heard Kelly moaning and crying. Serves her right! He went on thrusting inside of her, picturing in his mind all the others. From Jenna till Dawn. Picturing all of them. The brunettes, the blondes, the one black girl, and the one redhead.
He felt himself choking, and wasn’t sure if it was excitement or grief. He went on thrusting inside that pussy, hurting it, fighting it, conquering it, defeating it! Then he did what he wanted to do for a very long time. He put his hands around her neck and began choking. He did it many times before, just to scare them, just for a turn-on, but this time it was different. This time he wouldn’t leave until he’ll snuff the life out of her!
She grabbed his wrists with her hands. He wasn’t sure if he had tied her wrists or not. If so, he must have done a shitty job there. Not that it matters, she will soon die. Once again she looked into his eyes as she struggled for air. It was so hot! For some reason, he stopped again, right in the middle of it. He just couldn’t go through with it. He left his hands on her neck, but not tight, as he continued to fuck her. He finally came.
He sat there next to her, he wasn’t sure for how long, thinking of what he should do with her.
“What’s going to happen to me?” She finally asked softly.
“I wanted to turn into a serial killer.” Dan said. “I just can’t. You were supposed to be my first victim. I just can’t!”
“Please, I won’t tell.”
“Just go.” Dan opened the back door of the van. When she was first passed out he drove her to the woods near town. It would take her a while to get back and tell everyone what happened. By then he will be long gone. The police wouldn’t know where to look. Hell, even he didn’t know where he’s going.
He took the knife and slowly cut the stockings, letting the girl out of the van with the noose still on her neck.
As she looked around her, she realized where she was.
“Which way is the road?” She asked. As she turned around for an answer, he shut the door. She heard the car starting and ran to the window.
“Wait, you can’t leave me here naked!” She cried.
Dan threw a Jeans jacket on her face and drove off.
Kelly wrapped herself in it as she started walking.
Richard Green was driving his police cruiser. Just like every other cop in the city, he did not know how many crimes or reported crimes occurred around the city tonight. He did not yet know that a woman named Greta Sabantini filed a missing persons report five minutes ago. He just knew that some old farmer Hinkley bugged the police once again about some car that went by and disturbed him, and that probably there are again drug dealers in the woods, or hippies. Hmm… why not aliens? Hinkley reported about those things too many times.
On Green’s side set his partner, Sara Healy, what he used to call a “secretary with a gun”. He wasn’t the biggest supporter of the assimilation of women into the force. If he would get into a rough position, he knew he’ll be on his own, having to watch himself and babysit that stupid woman. What would she do? Hide in the cruiser and maybe, just maybe, if he’s lucky, call for backup. Dumb broad. He better pray it’s another one of Hinkley’s false alarms.
“Wait!” Healy shouted. “Slow down.”
“What is it?” He asked her as he was slowing down.
“I think I see something.”
Green looked. “Holy shit!”
Kelly froze in fear as the car lights shined right on her. She became even more frightened when she heard one of the doors open and a figure walking slowly at her. She saw it was a police officer, and was worried that maybe her parents called them. They must be worrying sick. Then the officer approached her.
“Hello, my name is Sara!” a soft voice said. “What’s yours?”
“My name is Kelly Sabantini.” She gathered all the energy she had to speak. “He raped me. A man raped me.”
Lieutenant Jason Drazin was sitting in his office, reading the latest statistic report on sex crime unit clearance rate when the door opened wide and a detective stormed in. Before even looking up, just by feeling the wind and hearing the door speed, he knew exactly who walked in. He lifted his head from the report and looked at him.
“Hey, Watson.”
“Boss, the NG rapist is back!”
“North Grant?”
“Yeah,” Watson said enthusiastically.
“Well, I wish them good luck.” Drazin knew how this case affected on Watson. Still, it wasn’t their business. For months now, Watson tried to pin his single open case on some serial rapist from North Grant. Drazin wasn’t impressed. “What does that gotta do with us?”
“He stroke in Monroe County. My case! The Sabantini girl!”
Drazin felt his blood going to his head. “Damn it, Watson, you can’t pin each and every of you open cases on the North Grant rapist. Forget about him. He’s probably either in prison for some unrelated charge, dead, or he left the country.”
“He’s a serial rapist, Jason! An inch away from becoming a serial killer! He’s a child molester!” Lee Watson shouted uncontrollably.
“Watson, I’m an inch away for calling Internal Affairs on your ass. Are you sure you’re not a little overzealous regarding your clearance rate?”
Lee was shocked. Drazin actually believes that he’s pinning the cases on someone else. That he links his rapes to the North Grant rapes in hope to pin it on their serial rapist after he’s caught.
“You fucking…” Lee had another word in mind, but he didn’t want to get suspended. Not now.
The door opened again and the rookie, Jake Felder, walked in.
“You wanted to see me?” He asked.
“Yes,” Watson replied. “Right on time. Sit!”
Felder slowly sat down.
Jake, you got an unsolved case, right? The Baker case?
“Jesus Christ, Lee, are you trying to pin the entire department’s cases on people outside our jurisdiction?” Drazin was outraged.
“Just hear me out, Lieutenant, okay?” Watson said. As Drazin sat down, Watson started his speech: “Shelly Newton was r aped on March 26, Monroe County, our jurisdiction, my case, no suspects. Days later, another one in Grant. Then another one, then another one. All between 13 and 16 years of age.”
“Go on.” Drazin moved in his chair, restless.
“Then, he raped Jamie Ralston, his sixth victim that we know off. Fifth girl in North Grant that we know of.”
“Goddamn it! Get to the point. What the fuck does it all have to do with the Baker case?” Drazin didn’t have time for Watson’s bullshit.
“Okay, Drazin. Remember when we put out a notice for all states and counties on the case and we got nothing?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, last night we got some results on the jacket the rapist gave Kelly, and we connected it to another rape case. The jacket was bought by… Stanley Baker, Dawn’s husband!”
Felder was shocked. “What? Why haven’t you told me that right away?” Felder felt the blood going to his head. He should have been briefed about it first, before anyone else, even before Drazin! “It’s my case, Lee!”
“Shut up about it, kid. It’s not important. My point is, gentlemen, that we did not look in the right place. Our rapist is a rapist of opportunity. If he can’t get young girls, he’ll get older women. He stole Dawn’s Jacket months ago, and three nights ago he gave it to Kelly Sabantini. I compared semen from Dawn Baker’s sample to the semen found in the Sabantini girl. It matched.”
Watson stopped his speech for a moment to let his words sink in. Drazin and Felder remained silent. “Eight known rapes, gentlemen. Five in Grant, three in Monroe, all seem to be connected. I’d say we have a pretty good argument for jurisdiction on that case.”
“You connected the Baker case to the Sabantini case. Wonderful. But what makes it connected to the serial rapist in the other county? Even the victims' descriptions are different.” Drazin said.
"Jason, the last girl, Kelly Sabantini, said he had a wig on. He disguises himself, and does a good job at that. He appeared as a blond named David in his mid thirties when he raped Dawn. He was a 40 year old man named Ted when he raped Kelly. He had two different cars, yet both rape victims had the same semen in them, and I bet if we compare it to the other cases we'll get positive results."
Felder nodded: "Watson's got a point, sir. Don't forget that Dawn Baker was raped on the Road between Monroe County and Grant."
Drazin sighed. "I'll contact Detective Eisenberg."
Watson left the office, followed by Felder. He felt vigorous. Things were finally going his way. Drazin was on the phone with Eisenberg, the detective in charge of the North Grant rape investigation. Watson will lead the Monroe team.
“Hey, Watson! Watson!”
Lee turned. “What, Felder, what?”
“That was out of line!”
Lee turned around. “What was, ha? Turning you rookie to a secondary in one of the biggest cases we had in this little shithole?”
“Lee, you should have turned to me when you have found the jacket.”
“Fuck you, Felder, you’re just hanging on. You’re a parasite. You wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if it wasn’t for me.”
“Lee, you got this case by accident, okay? It could have been any one of us. And the jacket, we got it because the perp CHOSE to give it to us. You didn’t connect Dawn’s rape to the others. It didn’t match your profile. YOU fucked up.”
Lee breathed in. “Okay, Jake, I apologize. You’re right, I should have let you know about the jacket long before you asked for the DNA test. I’m sorry, you’re not the parasite. I just don’t want this fucking pencil-pushing kike to get publicity due to our hard work.”
Felder was shocked. He didn’t think Watson was an anti-Semite. “Kike? I thought you and Eisenberg got along.”
“I’m not talking about Eisenberg, I’m talking about fucking Drazin. I’m telling you, I should have been born in the good old days when the Irish controlled the force, when there were less people like Drazin. Always pushing that big nose of his where it doesn’t belong, you know what I’m saying?” |
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