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| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| Just another bitch, you know? No biggie, I do this all the time, almost every weekend. Find some dumb bitch, drag her into the van, or into some bushes, and fuck her. Hard, over and over. And hey, fuck you, it's good fun-find me something else that much fun, that incredibly pleasurable, that I can do for free? If the silly whores didn't want it, they wouldn't be out where I can nail them. Stick that in your fucking pipe and smoke it. I'm an equal opportunity rapist. Every bitch has something to offer, something that makes them worth the effort. The thin, leggy whores are angry, indignant, like how dare I? I love that, love to beat it out of them, face fuck it out of them. Ram my cock up their pristine asses and make them bleed. The fat girls, the dumpy ones, they're great, too. Stunned, unable to believe that anyone would rape them. They're usually virgins, love to hear them squeal as I grind my tool in, tear them wide. The little high school prick teases, they're great-little bitches, strut around pretending they're putting out. Well, they put out for me-I keep them the longest, days sometimes, just fucking them over and over, in their mouths, in their asses, up those tight little cunts. Fucked an old one once. Funny, thought she'd be all loose and nasty, but she wasn't-tight as a drum. Fought like a wildcat, too. But I nailed her. Made the bitch cry. It was easy, she reminded my of my mother. Should have seen her face with my cum leaking out the sides of her mouth. I try to be creative, like taking chances. Raped a cheerleader at a game once-dragged her under the bleachers and ass-raped her while the crowd cheered right above us. My hand clapped over her mouth, my huge cock up her twitching ass. And yeah, it is huge-11 inches, a good three inches thick. Fucker was made to hurt. Who am I to get in its way? Little bitches hands scraping the wood floor, trying to get away, her feet drumming the floor with the pain. And the bucking-that's what makes virgins so much fun. They move. A lot. Like they can't help it, their backs arch, their hips buck and jerk, their tits dance. Sat on her little tits and fucked her face 'til I was hard again, then raped that virgin cunt of hers. Hey, no one dresses like that, short little skirts, flashing those panties, if they don't want it. Tied her, spread wide open, to a bleacher support when I was done. Imagine my surprise when the papers reported she'd been gang raped by a dozen boys. Guess the poor kids found her there and just couldn't help them. Makes me proud. Raped some little prick tease at the drive-in last summer. No, she wasn't my date. She was in another car, but I could hear her teasing, then refusing the poor slob she was with. Pimply faced kid, no balls. So I gave it to her while he was at the concession stand. Just climbed in, punched her in the face, then fucked her right there in the front seat. From behind, I laid on top and tore in while she squealed into the seat. Makes me hard just thinking of her squirming underneath me. Her face pushed into the upholstery, her hips jumping under me, her tight little pussy constricting, squeezing my tool. And the grunting, horrified scream as I filled her with my thick cum. Told her, too-told her how I'd just gotten her pregnant, how she was going to carry my bastard in her belly. Got out of there just in time-passed her boyfriend on my way back. I hope he fucked her, too. But my coup, my crowning achievement? A nun. Yeah, that's right, I fucked a nun, raped her good. Pretty thing, had no business being in that business anyway. I hang out by the homeless shelter sometimes, like making the men blow me. Like how humiliating it is for them, love to see them squeeze back the tears as they take my tool in their mouth for ten bucks. And I make them earn it, too, grab them by the hair and fuck their faces so hard their noses bleed. Emasculated shits. What kind of weak, stupid loser would suck cock for ten bucks? Anyway, the nun. Wasn't hard getting her to the van-just told her I had food and blankets for her homeless charges. She came out, pretty as you please. She wanted vows, no or me. Opened the back door, she leaned in, and I was on her. Didn't even bother closing the door, just hiked up the slut's habit and fucked her right there, bent over into the van. Was ripping into her virgin hole before she could say Sweet Mary Mother of God. And tight, oh, man. Wriggling, squirming under me, letting out these teary little squeals with every thrust. Did we attract attention? Sure, but no one made a move, except to ask for a piece. But I don't share-every hole is mine, I get first shot. After that, what do I care? Took almost two hours to do the Sister up right, spray my loads in every hole. Left her in the hands of her poor homeless folk. So much for charity, Sis. First time. When was the first time? I was fifteen. Already a big kid, 6 foot even, cock already huge. Didn't mean to rape her-Brian and I went in after practice to tell Ms. Manetti that she had a flat. She was such a whore, so pretty, so sexy, always teasing us. Got to her classroom and there was a gang of guys getting ready to fuck on her. Brian was so horrified. I was so turned on. Fucking bitch, squealing, cock in her mouth, another in her cunt while she squirmed and cried. When they finished, they gave Bri and I our turns. Bri, wimp, went for her cum soaked pussy, but not me-all of me, straight up her asshole. I can still hear her screaming my name, "JOSHHHH, ah, GOD, it HURTS, Josh, P-P-PLEASE!" Oh, yeah. I miss that, you know-hearing some cunt scream my name while I slam into her. We kept her there all night, just fucking her, ramming into her, cumming in her, on her. I'd never thought of rape before that. I never think of anything else now. Every apartment I move into is chosen for the hunting potential, every job chosen for the female co-workers and their accessibility. Thanks, Ms. Manetti. Would love to give you a big, stiff show of appreciation. If I ever find you, whore, going to show you how a MAN does it. I was just a boy then. My first independent rape. Brian's mom. I was sleeping over, we'd been talking about Ms. Manetti. He was saying how sorry he was, how bad he felt. I'm just nodding, yeah, man, I know, isn't it awful. But I'm getting' hot. Oh, damn, I'm getting hot. And hard, huge, swollen. Brian finally whines himself to sleep, and I go to the next room-his mom's room. She's asleep on her belly, little silk nigh tie hiked up, her legs bare. No art to it-art's a waste of time, I knew that even then. I just pounced, hit her with my full 190 lbs. Pillow over her fucking head before she even knew what was going on. I never said a word, just yanked up the nigh tie, tore off those panties, and jammed my cock up her twat. Full weight on her, slamming into her, one hand holding the pillow, the other under her, pinching, digging into her tits. I could hear her sobbing, screaming, grunting with the force of my thrusts. Ramming into her, faster and faster, then exploding, wave after wave of my hot spunk in her cunt. Filled the bitch well. And then I ran, dashed back into Bri's room, crawled into bed. I could hear her stumbling, crying. I was scared, heart racing, sure she would call the cops. But then I heard the shower, and knew the bitch loved it. She wasn't going to narc me out. Next morning she makes breakfast-can you believe that? Sitting there, red eyed over scrambled eggs. Talk about triumph. I was hooked. First bitch I didn't know? Tiny little oriental whore working at 7-11. Alone, 2 am. I went in to buy a pack of smokes, then went outside, waited. Followed her home when her shift ended. Grabbed her in her own garage. Oh, she was so small! Wrapped my hand over her mouth and lifted her off the floor, slammed her belly down onto the hood of her car. Her little legs kicking wildly, her hands pulling at my arm, trying to free her mouth, trying to scream. Yanking her pants down, then her panties-white lace thongs, pulled down just far enough for me to fuck her. Forcing my knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Pulling my cock out, pressing, poking, then slamming home as she squealed behind my hand. I could hear her husband, her kids in the kitchen, just a few feet away. Fucked her so hard the car shook. Her grunting and crying, muffled, was incredible. Her hands scraping, searching for anything to use to get me off her, out of her. She managed to grab a windshield wiper, pull it off, tried to hit me with it. Stupid bitch. Yanked it from her hand and fucked her all the harder for it. Exploded inside her, ah, fuck, she was good. And she moaned as my spunk filled her, came running down her little thighs. And then I taught the bitch a lesson-ass fucked her with the wiper. Made the slut bleed. Then fucked her face 'til I was hard again, wiper still sticking out of her ass. Then dragged her back up and threw her on her back across the hood, jammed those sweet, cum soaked panties into her mouth. Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her cunt again, broke that wiper off in her ass with the first plunge. She wasn't even trying to scream anymore, just whining, moaning, grunting with pain as I plundered her, slammed into her with such force she'd gasp with it. Her eyes open wide, stunned, agonized. Damn, she was sweet. Still planning on paying her another visit. Soon. That isn't even half of them, but those are the ones that stand out. And now? Pregnant whore walking alone in the park across the street. Shitty neighbourhood. She does it every night, like she thinks that big belly will protect her somehow. God, I can taste her, she's just perfect. Stupid doe eyes, big baby filled belly, her tits all huge and milky. So what do you think? Should I just fuck her right there on the path? Drag her into the bushes and take her like a dog? Tie her to a tree and fill her up, leaving her for the others who will surely come along? Or force her into my van, tie her up right, spread wide, helpless? Hmmm . . . Raped a bitch in the movie theatre once. She came in late, I was sitting in back. Grabbed her as she walked by in the dark, no one noticed. Hand over her mouth, my dick was already out and stiff, waiting. Tore her panties and forced her down on my dick, all 11 inches up her ass as she struggled, writhed on it, fucked me good. Her little legs kicking in vain, her ass clenching, twitching around my meat. She spent most of the movie impaled on my cock, moaning through my hand. I came three times, filling her ass with my jizz. Never pulled out, just let her ass's twitching get me hard again-she got too still I'd reach up and pinch, pull on her nipples, make her jump and squirm on my meat. Thank God for Dolby surround-no one heard a thing. 'Cept me. I heard her, oh, yeah. Felt her tears on my hand, her spit bubbling around the edges as she cried. Left her bleeding on the floor, her little skirt hiked up, showing her pretty, torn ass. Anyway, the pregnant slut. Going to pull her into the van. Yeah. Just the idea of her tied, elbows together behind her back, under her, legs pulled up and back, tied to the hooks in either wall. Wide open. Ass and cunt pointing up, waiting for my meat, pregnant belly poking up. Yeah. And, oh, she's going to squeal, going to whine that, gosh, she's pregnant, please . . . yeah, should have thought about that before, bitch. Before you teased me. Too late now. Which hole first? Wonder if I could jam my tool down her throat, choke her with it while I fist her. Trying to work out the logistics here. Well, if nothing else I could fill her throat while I fuck her with . . . flashlight. Yeah, my big-ass , long handle flashlight. Plunge that fucker into her twat over and over while she screams around my dick. Fill her mouth with my spunk, feel her struggle to swallow, hear her gag, then pull out in time to splash her face, too. Love to see the humiliation that creates-big eyes looking up, strings of my cum hanging, sticking to her cheeks, her chin. Then hurt her a little, make her scream me hard again. Nothing gets me stiff like a whore squealing in pain. And then I'll fuck her ass. Watch that pregnant belly of hers jump while I slam my meat in, tear her asshole wide. I'll bite her tits, taste milk while I rape her bowels. Fill her with my hot jizz. Then rape her mouth again, get me hard one more time so I can fuck that pussy of hers, shake her, make her scream as I pound my cock into her. And then? Well, we'll take a drive, and maybe I'll decide I want to do it all over again. Love driving around with a bitch strung up in the back, spread wide and dripping with my cum. I smile at people, wave. Makes me hot. Makes me want to fuck them all over again. And again. Yeah, that's the ticket. |
| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| It’s been like six months since I raped Jenna. God, time sure does fly when you’re having fun. Ever since that night I made some new Internet friends. I told the truth about myself to some of them, but not the whole truth in the cases of potential victims. Why do they need to know my real name? But then again, I’ll be careful enough to get people who won’t talk, won’t tell anyone about me attacking them. I got a large selection of victims and I’ll know them inside-out (no pun intended) before I fuck them. Anyway, since Jenna’s rape I got to meet and fuck some more of my Internet women, when in most cases it was non-consensual. Jenna didn’t give me too much trouble. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just said that she forgives me (???) and that she promises not to tell anyone. All she said is that I should seek help and that she hopes I won’t hurt anyone like that again. When writing back to her, I played the part of the ‘good-boy-turned-bad’ just right, and she believed I was sorry. Yeah, right! That rape was the best thing that ever happened to me. It really boosted up my self-esteem. I started exercising more, I got better focus in my schoolwork, while at the same time I took a more relaxed approach on life. It’s amazing how easy it is to better yourself. Just smile at the world and the world would smile back at you. Act like a god, and you shall become one. I know it’s a little arrogant, but when you rape women of every ethnicity and social-economic status throughout the United States without getting caught, it boosts up your self worth. Sex is amazing, no matter if it’s consensual or not. Like with this one girl, Dana. I’ve been talking to her online for about 8 months online. I met her about 3 months after I started my rape series. She was working at this bar, and loved doing it in there after closing time. She’s been wanting to get me in there for a long while. I decided that it won’t be so bad if a slut like that got a little roughed up. Girls like her practically ask for it. She was about 5’8 or 5’9. Not the most attractive face, but goddamn, what a body. It wasn’t a problem to get laid with a body like that (and I’ve seen her nude pics). She had a long dark curly hair that went all the way to her back, and little brown eyes that just begged for sex. As I said, we talked and cybered for about 8 months, and by the time I got to her home town, and notified her I’m there through the messenger service, we both got so horny that she just begged me to meet her and fuck her brains out. We decided to meet at a street corner not far from my motel, and just head down to the pub. I got out of the motel at about 1am and started heading to the meeting point. It was pouring, windy and freezing cold. Oh, well, at least I was to warm myself up pretty soon. Through the raindrops I could see a tall figure standing in the street corner, covered with a big blue coat. She saw me approaching her and took the cape of her head as I got to her. I could see her face, her wet curly hair. It was her all right, in the flesh. She smiled as she saw my frustrated expression (you try walking around in THAT rain with just a thin jacket before you pass judgement) as the fucking rain soaked me up. “Tom!” She said with a smile. “Hey, Dana! Nice weather you got here.” “Oh, I see I got you wet.” “Yeah.” “Maybe it’s time for you to get me wet.” She said. Can you believe she said that? And people say I have lame lines. Then again, it was enough to make me hard even in that whether. Dana, who was slightly taller than me, leaned down and kissed me, grabbing the back of my head. I kissed her back, stroking her head. I soon felt her other hand slide down and grab on my cock, catching me by surprise. I shook a little as she broke the kiss and stared at me with a hungry look. “Eager boy, aren’t you? Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes, baby.” She took my hand and started leading me towards the pub. As we got there she took a key out of her coat and opened the back door. “Welcome to my humble home!” She said as she threw the coat on one of the chairs, revealing a black sweater, which fit her slim figure perfectly. I just couldn’t stop staring at that figure, at those tits. God, she was hot! She sat down on a table with her legs wide open. “I like being here at nights.” “Yeah, you told me all about your hobbies.” “You’re cute.” “Thanks.” “Do you want to touch my tits?” “Um, excuse me?” “Do you want to touch my tits?” Damn, this girl was horny! I smiled. “Yeah, sure. If you insist.” I started walking towards her. I would love to feel her breasts, check out the merchandise before buying. Not that it mattered. I was to fuck her anyway, and it will hurt her, I swear to god! “Or do you just wanna fuck?” She said as I reached for her right breast with my left hand. “Wanna do it on the table?” I asked. She started moaning as I massaged her breast. “Mmm… oh… no… not here.” She grabbed my hand , grabbed my face, and shoved me towards the Men’s room. There were two uriners and two toilets. There was enough room on the floor to do it, but I really didn’t want to do it. That’s quite disgusting. She shoved me against the wall and started kissing me. “Do you love me?” She asked in between kisses. “You bet, baby. I adore you!” I put my hands on her butt and squeezed. “You like it rough, baby?” I asked in between kisses. “Yes. Make it rough. Do it.” That was the time to test her limits. I swung my hand in the air and slapped across the bitch’s face. “You like that, bitch? You like it?” She looked at me, smiling with lust, and slapped me back. “Not rough enough, bitch.” She said. I was in shock. How far will she be willing to go? How the fuck am I gonna rape a girl who can’t say no? Should I just stick with raping the good girls? No, bad girls deserve it more. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her towards the mirror at the sinks. She put her hands at the sink as if I was about to frisk her. I took down her pants to discover she wore black stockings underneath. “Very nice!” I said. “Oh, I’m very nice, Tommy. Are you nice too?” “I’ll show you how much.” I said as I took off her stockings. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. Just her sexy white ass. I lifted her up a bit with my hand between her legs. She moaned. I tried to insert my cock into her from behind while holding her. “Come on, fuck me!” she said. I shoved my cock into her pussy, knowing exactly what I’m about to do next. I pinned her into the fucking sink. I just slammed myself into her with anger, with hate. She loved every second of it. Through the mirror I could see her face. She was snapping her head back, swinging her hair, closing her eyes, opening her mouth with loud moans of pleasure. And then I saw my face. It was the familiar anger. I knew I had to dislodge it somehow. I kept on fucking her. I wasn’t sure if she was about to cum, but I knew I was. I slowly got out of her, not wanting to pleasure her all the way. The expression on her face slowly turned from pleasure to surprise. “Hey, what happened?” “I didn’t wanna cum.” “But I was so close.” Not “why” not “what’s wrong”. She didn’t mind why I didn’t cum, she only wanted to know why I’m no pleasuring HER. “Give me a blowjob. I’ll fuck you later.” I figured I better ask her to blow me BEFORE it turns to rape. I don’t like putting my cock in mouths of people who hate me. “Fuck you, Tom! Make me cum!” I slapped her. I made no attempt to stop her from slapping me back. I thought I would enjoy it. Guys, don’t ever let a woman hit you when she’s unsatisfied. You’ll be dizzy for at least 5 seconds. “That was a mistake.” She said as she started gathering her clothes. As my world stopped spinning I started walking towards her. She was with her back to me and didn’t see me until I spun her and laid her on the floor, getting on top of her. We started making out like Maniacs and throwing away all the clothes we still had on. When we were both in our birthday suits I started slipping my cock back into her, and got it out again. “Tom, what the fuck?” “We’re doing it at the sink. I want you to see it in the mirror.” I grabbed her by her hair and made her stand facing the mirror, leaning at the bathroom sink. I then started putting my cock in her ass, still holding a fistful of her hair. “You like it up the ass, Dana?” “Make me cum first.” “Cum? I’ll make you cum.” I snapped her head back, and bashed it into the mirror as I rammed into her ass. “You like it rough, baby? You like it rough? I’ll make it rough for you.” I could feel her trying to fight her dizziness, trying to turn around and face me, fight me off, but it’s a little hard to face someone who is shoving his cock up your ass. I shoved it with every intention of hurting her. I wanted her to know who’s running the show from now on. I rammed my cock in her ass even stronger than when I did in her pussy. I guess it was because I knew fucking her ass would hurt her more. I felt as if I was in a trans. I stopped hearing what was going on, didn’t focus my eyes, just kept shoving and shoving, occasionally noticing her cries of pain. Looking back I now remember she kept moaning and crying the entire time. I just didn’t give it much thought at the time. It didn’t matter how much she cried and begged for me to stop. I wasn’t going to. When I came to, I just came (yeah, read that again. Same word - different meaning). Dana’s head was dropped with her face towards the sink. The water tap was just above her head, so I opened the hot water. She squirmed a little but I held a fistful of her hair and kept her head in until I felt my hand burning. That was when I took her head out of the sink and punched her in the face (by that time I was with my cock soft, out of her). As she fell to the floor she started weeping. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell.” She sounded like a little girl. She even looked like a little girl. This girl had the body of woman, you know? A WOMAN! But I shrunk that fucking tease to her original size. Just the satisfaction of that made me semi hard in no time. As she was laid down on the floor I took a cigarette out of her pants. I had cigarettes in my clothes, but why waste’em? So anyway, I lit it up, got on my knees next to Dana and blew the smoke in her face. “Please. Please let me go!” I smiled. “Yeah, sure.” -Lightning- I took the cigarette out of my mouth and burned it on her pussy. -Thunder- A second afterwards she started screaming. Pouring rain outside, less than 2 seconds difference between lightning and thunder, less than a second between thunder and helpless cries from my victim. No one would notice her cries, not here. Not at 1:30am. Nevertheless I muffled her with my hand as I burned it on her belly. I wanted to see if she would dare to fight me, dare to bite me. She didn’t do anything, just a muffled cry you wouldn’t even hear in a clear day (and I mentioned the chaos outside). I kept my hand on her mouth as I entered her now burned pussy. I squeezed her mouth, staring at the terror in her eyes. I gotta tell you, I raped a lot of women and girls, who were a lot more naive than Dana, and not as sophisticated or familiar with the real world, but Dana’s eyes were the most frightened I’ve ever seen. That surprised me. Of all of my victims, she should have fought the most, showing no fear. Frankly, I was a little disappointed in her. I continued fucking her, and she did not stop whipping and moaning for one second. She kept looking at me, into my eyes, as if it was the only way she could try to resist me. She just kept on begging me with her eyes, her face so close to mine, but I don’t have to tell you – it’s the begging that makes us all turned on, isn’t it? When I was done I turned her over on all fours and started smacking her ass. All she did from the moment I got my hand off her mouth was weep. I just couldn’t believe it. How much can the biggest slut in town cry over a roughed up fucking? She was such a wimp. I think I liked her more when she was a dominant bitch. While I was smacking her ass I also lit up another cigarette. I played with her ass a little, fingering it, and that was the turning point. When I say turning point I mean that she turned on her back and started fighting back, slapping on my wrists and arms. I immediately got on top of her and slapped on her pussy. This time she tried to stop herself from screaming and just cried. “Please, what do you want from me? What do you want from me? Please, stop!” “What do I want from you? Stop being such a fucking tease, that’s what I want from you. You don’t play with men and men won’t fucking play with you. You know how men feel when you do this to them?” “Please, Tom, I don’t… Please.” “That’s how they feel, bitch!” I took the cigarette and got it close to her face. She winced in fear and closed her eyes. “Fine, I won’t burn your face.” I said as I took the cigarette and burned it on the side of her ass. She cried softly, getting used to the horrible torture. “I got our chat saved, baby. I got all of it. If you talk, people will see it. They’ll see what slut you are. And I’m sure I can get dozens of guys who’d testify and say exactly what you’ve done with them.” “Tommy, please, I won’t talk. Please!” “That’s right, you won’t. But if you want it to be over with you gotta do what I say, slut. Now get on your fucking knees and blow me.” I rose up, and she slowly got on her knees, crying. She held my cock and start rubbing it with her hand. Then she took me in her mouth and started blowing. I felt as if my legs were about to give in, but I remained standing. Dana’s blowjob was real. She didn’t try to do any trick in order to avenge me. Looking back I must have been crazy letting her do this without a proper threat. I don’t know why I trusted her with my cock. Nevertheless it was a hell of a blowjob. She even swallowed everything as I came in her mouth. That bitch had a hell of a mouth. After that she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted with her. I fucked her up the ass, forcing her to play along and push against me. I pulled her hair back the whole time. I laid her on her back and forced my way into her pussy. At that point she objected and fought me off. I fought with her as she begged me not to do it, crying her eyes out. I shoved myself inside her as fast as I could, watching the pain in her eyes, the sharp pain from the cigarette and the humiliation. As I rammed in her pussy I swore to myself that at one point or another, this bitch will hear from me again. I say that all the time, positive that each new girl is something special and that I’ll have to see her again, but eventually a week later I forget all about it and she becomes just another name on my list. Not this time. “Dana, honey, when this is over I’ll be gone.” “Okay.” She mumbled like a little girl. “But I’ll be back someday, and you better be good if you want me to be nice. I’m very nice, how about you?” “I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Submitting yourself to my needs is enough.” “Okay.” “Of course I don’t really know if I’ll be back. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” “You son of a bitch!” I rammed harder. She’s the bitch! “Oh, god, no, I’m sorry!” “You are sorry. Maybe I should sell you to a motorcycle gang.” “No, please, don’t take me away.” “I don’t want to take you away. You’re shit and you’ll always be shit.” “Oh, god, please cum already!” A second after she said that, I came. She started moaning as she felt my hot cum in her. I’m still not sure if she came or if she was just satisfied that it was over. I once again grabbed her hair and kissed her. She did not kiss back. I broke the kiss and slapped on her face. “You better be good, you slut!” I said as I started putting my fingers up her pussy. “OH, GOD, PLEASE, I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T, PLEASE!” I lean ed to kiss her again, and she kissed me back. Damn, she was a good kisser. Most girls kiss better when it’s consensual, but she was different. During my first rape I thought Jenna was a good kisser. That was before I met Dana. During the kiss I thought about the events of the night. How long have I been abusing her so far? I lost track of time. I lost track of how many times I fucked her tonight but my cock was still hard. What was going on? As I was lost in my thoughts I felt her body twitching. She started moaning into my mouth, trying to break the kiss. Now I’m not sure, but I think I felt her getting wetter (my fingers were in her pussy). I looked into her eyes as she broke the kiss. “Did you just cum?” “Yes.” She looked back at me, with no shame, no fear. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She wasn’t ashamed either because she knew it was a normal physical reaction. That bitch probably knows more about sex than anyone else I know. Experience buys you knowledge, doesn’t it? I took my fingers out of her pussy and shoved my cock back in her like I’ve been doing for god knows how many times. She winced a little, but kept her eyes open. Her expression wasn’t much different from what it was a couple of seconds ago. She was in pain, but she accepted it. The terror I saw before wasn’t there, just pain and determination. Determination to go through with it, to survive. I was sort of worried, because I did not want her to be mentally strong. At least not strong enough to call the cops when I’m gone. But quickly the tears in her eyes started forming again, and she cried like a baby all throughout the rape. The thought crossed my mind about killing her, but I knew I shouldn’t. I’ll leave too many clues behind, and I’d be bound to miss something. One little print, one little strand of hair, sperm, anything. Nah, it’s better to keep her silent. I did not cum in her pussy. I ordered her to wash her face at the sink. She obeyed, and I got behind her, kissing her back, cupping her asscheeks, putting my cock inside her, fucking her once again until I came in her ass. When I was done I gave her both our clothes and dragged her outside of the bathroom. I washed her up with water and Alcohol (can you believe I found alcohol over there?) until she was squeaky clean. I made her lie down on the floor as I scrubbed her pussy. When I was done I got dressed, ordering her to stay on the floor. When I was fully dressed I lit up a cigarette. “Now listen up, Dana. I’m gonna leave. You clean up this mess we left at the bar while cleaning you up, get dressed, and go home. When you’re home I want you to take a hot shower, clean yourself up again, and pretend this night never happened. You hear me?” “Okay.” “I got friends who can find you if I’m in prison. You don’t know who they are, and by the time I would trace back to them they’ll already be here, so even the cops can’t help you. Don’t fuck with me.” She sat up and looked at me with an expression filled with hate. “Just leave already!” “Sure I will, Dana.” I said as I knelt down to her. “But before I leave I want you to remember exactly what would happen if you don’t behave.” I took the cigarette out of my mouth and slowly lowered it. She looked at it in fear, trying to decide whether to attack me or not. I stopped moving my hand and looked at her. She looked back at me. “You don’t like the pain, do you?” I smiled. She cried out in surprise as I burned her pussy. “Relax, Dana. That’s nothing compared to what I can do to you if you don’t behave. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” I was done. I got up and left. On my way back to the motel I started having feelings of regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. After all, she was a slut, and I didn’t use a condom! What the fuck? What if I got something from her? Should I go get tested? Nah, life is a gamble. I was in more danger from the law than I was from Dana. Besides, I fucked lots of women before Dana, including divorced women above 40, which are the largest AIDS group in this country. Who knows, maybe I gave Dana something. Well, I guess she’ll go get tested, and if she won’t try to get back at me, it means I didn’t give her any disease. Hell, who cares? I’ve been putting myself in danger from the get go. This rape doesn’t change anything. It’s one of many I did, and Dana’s first. Maybe there will be others. As I got into my bed it started raining again. It was 4:00am and still totally dark. I slowly fell asleep to the sound of the raindrops striking my window. |
| TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
| 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?” |
