Jack Henson sat stiffly in his seat as the film on the screen reached a searing climax.
He sat in the darkened theater along with a number of other attentive patrons, most of whom were men. On the screen a lively sex film was unfolding.
"I sure like the looks of you, baby," the leading man on the screen revealed as he looked at the woman on whom he intended to shower his sexual affections.
The man had his shirt off and was walking toward the woman slowly. She stood in front of a mirror, looking at herself and brushing back her long blonde hair. She liked looking at her face and figure, feeling proud of both. She had every right to feel that way, considering that both were considerably above average. Her firm breasts thrust out like two ripe melons, while her legs were long and slender. As for her hips and breasts, both were superb. Her hips stood out like two firm globes of flesh which would immediately arouse any impressionable male.
The woman wore nothing but her panties and bra. The man stood behind her and threw his strong arms around her. He let his fingers come to rest against the voluptuous cleavage which separated her ivory breasts. The fingers worked their way around her breasts with smooth firmness as the man quickly worked himself into a state of great erotic intensity.
With a sudden jerk of the wrists, he quickly jerked the woman's body around. Now she was facing him. He had his lips within striking range of hers. He shoved his head forward and delivered a solid kiss to her lips. At first she attempted to resist his advance, attempting to pull away. But he was much too strong for her, letting his arms cling to her, holding on stubbornly to her body.
When the kiss was finally broken, it was of the man's volition. By that time the woman was convinced that it was her responsibility to please the man. He had seized control of the situation and she was now aware of her subservience.
"Baby, I'm gonna strip you clean."
"The way you talk to me, you must really think you own me."
"I own you as far as sex is concerned," the man revealed emphatically.
The beautiful blonde said no more, calmly accepting her fate. The man reached out and quickly yanked off her bra, throwing it to the floor. As it dropped to the floor a few ripples of applause were heard in the audience, along with a number of oohs and aahs.
Jack Henson did not join those who were audibly responding. Instead he continued sitting woodenly in his seat, eagerly observing every unfolding bit of action on the screen. He sat there with the detachment of a purely disinterested observer. He always sat like that during sex movies, even though attending them happened to be his favorite pastime.
Jack watched closely as the man on the screen ran his hot trembling fingers over her warm breast flesh. He pinched her nipples several times as he worked his fingers around, enjoying every stabbing moment of contact with her flesh.
"Wonder when the hell he's gonna fuck her?" A man sitting several seats removed from Jack exclaimed impatiently.
Jack did not answer. His eyes remained firmly glued on the screen.
After the man on the screen had derived an appreciable number of kicks from letting his fingers play with her breasts and nipples, he decided to complete the act of undressing the beautiful blonde. He bent at the hips and crouched slightly as he grabbed hold of her panties. He continued lowering his legs slowly in a downward movement as he let her panties slide down her long legs.
"You're really determined to get me naked," the girl said.
"You have to be to serve the purpose I want you to."
The man's response set off a sea of snickers from the male patrons in the audience.
As the man discarded her panties, he brought his body upwards slowly. As he gradually continued straightening his legs, the man stopped long enough to lick and kiss the creamy inner thighs of the blonde. Once her legs began to quiver slightly from the erotic movements he put forward, he reached out and kissed her white-haired pussy several times in rapid succession.
"Oh, that tickles," she exclaimed.
He completed the process of straightening up his body, then grabbed hold of her left arm, forcing her to accompany him as he walked back toward the bed.
"Now he's gonna fuck her, but good," the man two seats away from Jack Henson, said.
Once again Jack chose not to answer.
The interesting spectacle continued to unfold on the screen. The man shoved the girl down on the bed. Then he stepped back and undid the belt which held together his trousers.
"I'm gonna get just as naked as you are," the man told her as she lay there on her back, looking up at him.
He stepped nimbly out of his trousers, then forced his way out of his shorts. The moment he discarded his shorts he reached out with his right hand and allowed it to stroke his huge hard-on several times. A thick smile suddenly spread itself across his lips. He was obviously proud of the dimensions of his cock.
The man lowered his body slowly downward as he got into bed with the girl. He moved in between her spread legs and ran his fingers several times over the furry V mound of her pussy, which was becoming increasingly more curious every second he looked at her.
"That's a nice little twat," he said.
No sooner were the words out of the man's mouth than the talkative fellow who was sitting two seats away from Jack commented:
"Yah, it sure as hell is."
The man stroked his huge dick several more times, then lunged forward, preparing for his first penetration. The initial thrust was executed short and fast as he allowed his hot long penis to slip inside her mound. Her long sexy legs parted some more and her hips flung themselves back and forth involuntarily as his hard penis tore into her with relentless zeal.
"Oh, it's so nice and tight in there," he exclaimed, "I love it, am I ever gonna work it inside you, Oh, damn it, are you ever hot, and I'm gonna make you hotter."
Now the girl was trembling all over. The sensation had started in her hips, and now it had transmitted itself throughout the rest of her body. With every lunging forward stab of his huge organ, her hips and buttocks would flail all the more eagerly as they moved upward to meet his hot dick thrusts.
As his hot prick remained constantly at work driving zealously inside her, his hands moved around and touched her breasts, pressing them hard against the soft white mounds of flesh. He began to cup them with savage intensity while his prick continued to drum her cunt.
"Keep it up, keep it up, I want you to keep fucking me, keep it up until I shoot, oh, baby, fuck me," the girl asked.
"Just keep those hips flying, give me a little movement," the man quickly replied.
His ass cheeks remained in perpetual motion as he continued delivering his sharp-piercing cock strokes. As he drew closer to the big moment, he allowed his fingertips the opportunity to run eagerly over the flesh of her inner thighs.
"Just a few more strokes and I'm there," he told her. t
"Just keep it up, keep banging me."
"Oh, baby, I've got to kiss you."
"Kiss me, kiss me."
He thrust his head forward and allowed his lips to make piercing contact against hers. While the lips made torrid contact he shoved his searing pecker into her several more times.
Finally the camera closed in and revealed the spray of torrid white pecker juice shooting out of the end of his rod.
"Oohhh, aahhh, I'm there," he announced as he broke their kiss dramatically.
The last scene of the film showed the man throwing his arms around the woman and kissing her gratefully for the tremendous fuck he had experienced with her.
The words THE END flashed across the screen at that point. The curtain came down and the lights went on.
"That sure as hell was some film," the talkative man two seats from Jack Henson grinned once the lights went on. He was a short, fat, bald headed little man in his middle fifties who wore thick glasses.
"That guy sure knew how to use his cock," Jack exclaimed as he got up. It constituted the first time he had talked to the man.
"You're damned right," the bald headed man nodded. As he saw Jack begin to move toward the aisle, he added:
"Aren't you staying for the next flick?"
"Nah, I already saw it."
As Jack walked down the aisle leading out of the theater, he noticed there were only a few people left inside. It was getting late and there was just one more showing for the evening, the next feature. After that the theater would be closed for the evening. He reached the lobby, then continued on walking into the darkness of night.
As he got outside in front of the theater, his eyes shifted with great interest toward the ticket seller. She sat in her little glass encased booth, her eyes focused on a current detective best selling paperback as she wanted for more business to transpire.
The longer that Jack Henson looked at the girl, the more impressed he became. She finally put the paperback book down to wait on a customer. As she did he got a good look at her dark hair and intense eyes. She was in her middle twenties, with delicate features and a slimly refined sensuousness in her curvaceous figure. She was a sight for his eyes to behold.
Since Jack did not feel like going home yet, he decided to visit the beer tavern two doors away from the theater and have a quick glass of brew. He trudged slowly toward the bar, thinking about the film he had just seen.
The more he thought about the huge athletic cock of the man he had seen in the film, the more envious he became. At the age of forty-one he had experienced two marriages that had fizzled. Both failures resulted in large part from his inability to adequately perform sexually. His cock had played tricks all too many times, and he had a bad case of impotence.
He often cursed the fates for the fact that he had to endure such a terrible lot in life. He realized that he was not a bad looking man. It was just that he did not have substantial wherewithal to coincide with his appearance. He stood better than six feet tall, and there was still an athletic trimness about his body, relating all the way back to his high school days when he had been a star basketball player. Streaks of grey in the temples of his head intermeshed the natural black which is hair had once exclusively been.
He walked inside the bar and swiftly found himself an empty stool .sliding his body into it.
"How's it going, Jack?" the stocky bartender asked.
Jack often stopped at this bar for a beer or two after going to the movie theater next door. "Not bad."
"What'll it be? A glass of draught beer?"
"That'll do it," he nodded.
The bartender drew a glass of beer and set it down in front of him. The jukebox in the corner of the room belted out a country western favorite, while two men were busily engaged in a game of pool at the table a few feet away from the bar.
Jack paid the bartender and took a long sip from the glass. He quickly lost himself in his own thoughts, brooding in his traditional manner. He generally communicated little with other people, preferring the private bastion of his own thoughts. He reasoned that he was less likely to get hurt that way then he would through frequent communication with others.
"Say, fancy meeting you here," Jack was quickly stirred out of his daydreams by the sound of a familiar voice.
He looked up and observed the same bald headed man he had observed sitting near him in the theater. The man sat down on the stool next to that of Jack.
"Glass of beer," he nodded toward the bartender.
Jack said nothing, watching the man pick up his beer and take a long swig.
"You know, that next film was lousy," the man complained to Jack. "I don't blame you one damn bit for walking out on it."
"I'd already seen it."
"You didn't like it, did you?"
"Not as well as the last one," Jack admitted.
"You're damned right. That last one had a lot more action."
The bald headed man continued talking and Jack continued drinking his beer, saying very little to him. He found the man bothersome, and for that reason was planning to drink up and immediately leave the bar. Otherwise he would probably have had one more beer before departing.
Just as Jack was getting ready to swallow the last sip of beer and leave the bar, the short, bald headed man made an admission.
"You know, I creamed when that guy shoved his prick up that beautiful blonde twat," he chuckled.
"I don't blame you. That was pretty erotic." Down deep Jack was crushed at hearing the man's disclosure. He had been unable to get a hard on, as much as he admired the act he was watching.
"I'm always walking out of that place with sticky shorts," the man laughed. Jack said nothing. The man took a quick sup from his beer, then resumed his conversation. "I'll tell you one broad who will make my pistol shoot anytime. A, I've got to do is look at her. That's that gorgeous little blonde twat that sells the tickets."
"You mean the brunette?" Jack's eyes perked up instantly.
"Yah, that's the one. I'll bet she's getting pumped plenty."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, for one thing, she's not wearing a ring. That would make a broad like her open season, you'd better believe that."
"But a lot of unmarried girls aren't getting humped plenty,"-Jack pointed out. "It just depends upon the girl, doesn't it?"
"Well yah," the man replied slowly, thinking over Jack's response carefully. "That wasn't the real reason that I had in mind."
"Then what is it?"
"Hell, do you think some timid little virgin would be working at a joint like that? Selling tickets to guys like us. Hell, I'll just bet that broad's had plenty."
"Who knows," Jack shrugged, "you might be right."
Jack took his last swallow of beer and bolted upright from his stool.
"You leaving?" the short man asked. "Yah, see you."
"See you."
Jack walked passed the theater one last time enroute to his car, which was parked on the next block. He got one more look at the delicate dark-haired beauty, who was sitting behind her glass cage talking to the manager of the theater, a grey-haired man dressed in a light blue suit.
"No, Maria, you can take off now," he overheard the manager saying to the girl. "When it hits midnight, there aren't likely to be many more customers. Sometimes you get one or two. If that happens, I can easily take them. No use of you sitting around here."
"Fine, thank you."
"Don't mention it. You work hard and deserve every break you get."
Jack slumped into the shadows behind a building next door to the theater. As he lit a cigarette and took a long drag from it, he craned his neck and observed Maria the beautiful brunette walking down the darkened, almost deserted street.
As his eyes continued following her, focusing on her sexy gait and the way in which her flowingly curvaceous hips flounced from side to side, he felt a tingling sex vibration shoot through him.
He grinned slyly as his penis actually showed signs of life.
"The damned thing is actually popping up a little," he murmured to himself.
Jack Henson finished his cigarette in the lonely shadows of the building. He stamped out the butt on the sidewalk, then walked slowly toward his car. His thoughts remained focused on Maria, the beautiful ticket seller.
CHAPTER TWO
Two nights later Jack stood beneath the shadows of the same building. It was just a stroke past midnight, as he puffed nervously on a cigarette. His eyes remained trained in the direction of the theater several doors away. He was awaiting the departure of Maria, the beautiful brunette ticket seller. A raw sensation of nervous anticipation tugged at his guts as he stood there.
He heaved a quick sigh as he watched her walk down the street. He knew that it was time for him to make his move. He yanked the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, stamping it out with his foot. He walked briskly toward his car, getting in and driving off slowly.
He had followed Maria two evenings in a row, establishing a pattern of conduct in his own mind. He wanted to know her after work routine well before making his move. He drove slowly down to the next block, swinging a right turn. As he headed down the block, he observed the lights going on in the yellow Pinto about a half a block away. He slowed down the car and allowed the Pinto to get approximately one block ahead of him.
It was Maria's car, and he did not want to immediately cause her to harbor suspicions. He would let her get a good head start as she got on the freeway. He hoped that she would be following the same pattern that she had the two previous evenings and go straight home to her apartment in West Los Angeles. If the same pattern evolved, he would make his move. Jack Henson, a nervous man by nature, did not want to string out the pursuit of Maria any further than he had to.
Soon they were both on the freeway heading toward West Los Angeles. Jack's body shifted with anxiety every now and then, and he thrust another cigarette in his mouth and lit it as he drove. He desired seeing that flowingly lovely form of Maria in the nude. He had to execute his game plan in a decisive and meaningful way.
When they reached the Olympic Boulevard turnoff and he observed the right blinker on Maria's car begin to flash, Jack recognized that the chances were increasingly strong that the object of his fascination was going straight home. She lived in an apartment not far from the freeway, located just off Olympic. He swung into the right-hand lane and exited the freeway just behind Mar i. He knew that from there on out it was necessary for him to remain closely behind her. He had to carry out his plans meticulously.
She swung a right turn on Olympic some three blocks later. He remained close behind, also turning. By then he recognized he had to take something of a risk as to her becoming suspicious. She pulled her car to a halt at the curb in front of the tall grey apartment building where she lived.
It was pitch dark and nobody could be seen on the street. That reassured Jack somewhat. He pulled his Chevi let to a stop at the curb of the apartment hou next door to that in which Maria lived. He picked up his necessary tools and got out of the car, making certain that he closed the door quietly.
Jack knew that it would be fatal to tip her off in any way. He did not want her to get a look at him.
Jack stole stealthily through the shadows moving toward the apartment building where Maria lived. As he moved closer to her, making it a point not to be heard, he carefully held a strip of adhesive tape in his right hand.
She had no more locked her car door and neared the sidewalk than he snuck behind her and slipped the adhesive tape over her mouth. He used his left hand to curl around her waist after the tape was in place, doing his best to discourage her from running away. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out another strip of adhesive tape, slipping it carefully over her eyes so she could see nothing.
"Just keep on walking toward your place, honey, and there won't be any trouble," he whispered in her left ear.
To illustrate that he definitely meant business, Jack pulled a knife out of his coat pocket and slipped the blade of it ever so carefully against her back.
"Yes, baby, that's a knife back there," he told her. "You behave yourself and I won't have to use it. You just keep on walking toward your place."
Maria was overpowered by fear. She could not imagine what was happening to her, or why. She had led, for the most part, a quiet and secluded life. She had little money and few contacts, even though, as a result of her beauty, many attempts were made on the part of men to get to know her.
Maria had been married once, and when she had it dissolved some two years earlier she decided to live her life in a more insulated manner. She had yet to come out of her shell, and dated only infrequently. Generally the men proved bolder than she wanted them to be, and as a consequence she dated few men twice. She worked at the theater only as a means of making some money. It afforded an opportunity to secure additional money along with that which she made at her regular job during the day as a legal secretary.
Her body trembled as she continued walking toward her apartment. She felt totally helpless since she couldn't see or speak. And all the while she could feel the knife blade which remained securely in place against her back.
"Whoa, honey, we're here," the man whispered once more. "This is your place. I'll take that purse of yours and let us both in."
Jack seized her purse out of her hands and opened it, pulling out her keys. On the third try he located the right key. He pushed the door open and entered the apartment. His first act was to find the light switch and flip on the living room light.
"O.K., honey, you can come in now," he grabbed her by her left hand and guided her inside the apartment.
He looked around the apartment for several minutes. When he located the bedroom he felt a keen sense of anticipation flowing through him. The dream of seeing her stripped was now close to becoming a reality.
Jack Henson was proud of himself for having plotted things so well. He was even wearing gloves, just to lessen any likelihood of any clues being left behind. He had eliminated the danger of Maria making noise by slipping the adhesive tape over her mouth, and had slipped tape over her eyes so that she would not ever be able to recognize him.
"Nice place you've got here," he nodded after looking around. "Now, we'll be going into the bedroom."
He walked over and slipped the blade of the knife against her throat, letting it graze. He just wanted to prove his point.
"Now when we get into that bedroom, I'm going to be taking the tape off of your mouth," he explained to her slowly. "Can you feel this knife that I have here?"
She nodded her head several times vigorously.
"Good, very good," Jack nodded. "Now even though I'm going to take that tape off your mouth, I want you to know, that that knife will still be there. That should serve as a clue to you that if you hand me any crap at all it's going to cost you, really cost you. Do you understand what I mean?"
Once more she nodded.
"Good, I think we understand each other now. I think it's time that we adjourn to the bedroom."
Jack removed the knife for the time being, holding it in his left hand. He took her left hand and guided her inside the bedroom. He stationed her strategically in front of the bed.
"Now you're standing right in front of the bed," he said. "I'm going to have the privilege of undressing you. Then after I'm through, we're going to have a little fun."
Maria's heart palpitated with terror. She then realized what this mysterious man was up to. He apparently was not concerned about robbing her, except perhaps as a secondary motive. It was apparent from his remark that he was out to gratify himself sexually at her expense.
Jack slipped off his coat and placed it on a chair nearby. For the time being he placed his knife on top of the coat. He wanted it handy for any future necessity that might arise. But for the moment his most immediate concern was stripping Maria's clothes from her body.
She cringed as she felt his fingers go to work as he slipped off her coat. He threw it on the floor. He began to breathe more heavily as he got down to her dress. He unbuttoned it quickly from behind with anxious fingers, more determined than ever to strip her totally nude.
Within seconds he succeeded in pulling her dress down.
"Now you can step out of that dress," he instructed her. "That's it, baby, oh, now you're down to your panties and bra. Now the real fun is going to start."
Jack's fingers reached out and took hold of the hook which held together her bra. He unfastened it and threw the bra down on the floor. Now her creamy breasts were clearly visible to him.
He reached out with the fingers of his right hand and let the hand move freely over the surface of the breasts. He allowed the fingers to penetrate down along the cleavage which separated them. He allowed his fingers a great deal of freedom as he permitted them to maneuver . over the rich creamy surface.
"Nice tits, real nice tits," he said softly.
Now all that he needed to do prior to completely stripping her was to remove her panties. His eyes traveled down toward them. He reached out with his hands and tugged at the elastic which held them together. His fingers touched their silky surface and he prepared to pull them down, in the same manner that he had earlier removed her dress. He put his fingers to work, letting them pull downward at her panties.
"Now you step out of these nice and easy, baby, and we won't have any trouble," he told her.
He pulled down at the panties and she stepped out of them. He quickly threw them to the floor and threw his fingers around her body.
"I'm going to turn you around a little now, so I can have a better look," he told her.
His strong fingers went to work, turning her body around so that she faced him. Now he had a perfect view of her fetching ivory breasts and her mound. He looked down at the curled black hair which rested above her red vaginal walls.
"Before I get to work, honey, I'll take that tape off of your mouth like I promised I would do," he said quietly, but firmly. "Would you like me to do that for you?"
She nodded her head.
"Good, I'll be glad to do that. Just one thing. I don't want you to make so much as a sound, because if you do, I'm going to cut that pretty body of yours up into shreds. It'll look so ugly, if it survives at all, that no man will ever want to look at it. You understand what I'm driving at, honey?" he asked.
Once more she gave him a nod.
Just to make sure that she would not forget his warning, he walked over toward the chair on which his knife was situated. He picked up the knife and carried it back toward the bed, easing the blade of it against her throat. He let it scrape, so that she would once more get the impression that he was eager to implant in her. In order to carry out his plan, he had reasoned prior to attempting it, it was necessary to keep Maria fearful.
"That's my knife you feel against your throat," he said. "Now I can always slit this pretty throat if I want to, but I don't want to. That is, unless you disappoint me by doing something terrible. By that, I mean something like shouting. I'd consider that an act of treason. Since all I want is a little fun, I naturally expect you to cooperate. I'm not going to stand for any guff. Believe me I'm not. And I've got just the weapon to enforce what I say."
He noticed her body stiffening abruptly as he talked about the possibility of maiming her or killing her. He wanted to place her in a completely subservient position, terrorizing her by his subtle innuendos to the point where she would behave herself in the manner that he wanted her to.
Once he set the knife back down, he became curious all over again for activity. Through it all, however, he noticed one thing-his cock had not become hard. He remained fastened by the beauty of her naked form, and his eyes were constantly darting from her warm and firm breasts down to her dark-haired love mound, but through it all he could not seem to get a hard-on.
It reminded him of those long hours that he spent at the movie theaters watching sex flicks. On those occasions he would remain fascinated by the action on the screen, but unlike most of the other patrons in the theater, he did not get the enormous hard-on that was expected.
His mind flipped back to his two unsuccessful marriages. He recalled how both of his wife's had laughed at him and belittled him for inability to deliver when they expected it. Too many times he had failed to get his cock hard when he had been eager to perform sexual intercourse.
"That looks like a tiny pea in a shell," one of his wives had shouted. Those words reverberated in his ears as he stood there in front of his beautiful friend, blinded by the adhesive tape he had slipped over her eyes, and standing nude and voluptuous in front of him.
It had hurt him to fail on those many occasions to achieve potency. He had hoped that by watching sex performed in films that he would somehow be able to find the answer. He had been hopeful that, through taking a girl by surprise and leading her into her apartment, where he would force her to strip, he would be able to come on strong. But, so far he had not been even been able to get a hard-on for Maria.
He reached down with his right hand and unzipped his trousers. While Maria continued to stand woodenly and helplessly before him in front of the bed, he removed his penis from his trousers and attempted to beat some life into it.
He stroked back and forth on it, hoping that it would come up. He wanted it standing tall and firm so he could perform sex on her in the way that he wanted to. His body trembled and tears of frustration rolled down both sides of his face as he ran his fingers over his cock and balls repeatedly. All efforts failed to bring about the desired results.
An idea flashed in his brain. He came upon a possible way out of his embarrassing dilemma. He reached out and grabbed hold of Maria by the arms. He enjoyed the contact of his hand on her soft, warm skin.
"Come with me, my dear, and I'll guide you inside the bed," he told her.
"Please don't hurt me, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," she spoke to him for the first time. She kept her voice at a low level. It was like that of a pleading young child. It was a very feminine voice.
"I don't want to hear a lot of chatter."
"I'm not trying to be a problem. Please try not to hurt me. That's all I ask."
"I'm not here to play games," he said gruffly. "I'm here to have myself some kicks."
Jack guided her inside the bed. He pushed her body downward ever so slowly. He hoped that when he saw her lying nude on the bed itself, that his problems would be over. He had hoped that his cock would pop up to its full length.
He did not experience any such luck, however, as it remained as inert as before.
He did have another plan of action. He diligently hoped that it would succeed. Jack took his fingers and parted her legs. He enjoyed touching them.
"Those legs are so soft and warm, so nice to touch," he said.
"Please don't hurt me."
"Shut up, dear. I don't want a lot of conversation from you. I didn't remove that tape from your mouth so I could hear a lot of static."
Now that he had parted her legs, he eased his body into bed with her. He got in between those parted legs and let his tongue ease out of his mouth. He put the fingers of his left hand to work probing around her pussy. He enjoyed feeling the curly tufts of pubic hair. Then he allowed his fingers to penetrate within her vaginal walls.
Maria's body trembled uncomfortably under his movements. She thought it both tragic and immoral to be approached in this way by some strange man who had accosted her and taken her at knife point into her own apartment.
Maria thought about uttering some kind of protest, or perhaps even shouting out, but decided against it. She remembered that knife scraping against her throat and realized from the tone in the man's voice that he meant business. She could not risk her life. Maybe, she hoped, he would only be after some kind of minor satisfaction. Perhaps he would be satisfied with just touching her between the legs.
As she lay there with her eyes closed she began to feel his warm tongue circulating around the edges of her snatch. His first efforts were slow and methodical as he let the tempo build. Soon his tongue was working its way inside her nest, tickling her clitoris with steady, precise movements.
Jack remembered how many times he had had to resort to sucking pussy for his wives. Many times they had really wanted some stabbing hot meat inside their anxious mounds, but had been forced to settle for considerably less when he was unable to get hard for her.
As he allowed his teeth to nibble on her clitoris, causing her body to squirm, he moved his fingers underneath her buttocks. His hands gripped her buttock cheeks with smooth, flowing grace. He liked the idea of touching her while he was permitting his tongue to sweep over the entire surface of her mound.
Now he was opening up, letting his tongue flip at a brisk tempo over her mound. Even though one side of her hated what this terrible man was doing, she could not help but react. Her body quivered with sexual anxiety as his tongue deposited waves of excitement inside her through its precise movements.
Jack was driving her close to the brink of orgasm. It embarrassed her to recognize that somebody like him was able to accomplish such an objective. She began to feel guilty, as if she were a cheap woman. She decided that it was not right to feel that kind of sexual excitement when the tongue of a strange man who had threatened with a knife was supplying the activity.
It began to anger Maria to realize what was happening. Here this man had come on the scene, had forced his way into her apartment, and was now in the process of enjoying sexual satisfaction at her expense. She did not like the way he was driving toward the brink of orgasm.
"Stop, stop," she rupted in a loud angry tone.
"Hush up," he warned her angrily.
"Stop, leave me alone," she shouted even louder than she had the first time.
"Now you're really asking for it."
Jack angrily reached out and slapped her hard with his right hand across the face. He then slipped his fingers around her throat and shook her vigorously. The big thing that made him so angry about her shouting was that it reminded him so much of his two wives when they would become angry at him. They made him feel help less so often, largely because of his inability to perform.
He continued to shake her angrily as the fingers remained tightly around her throat. His heart beat savagely and Maria was able to manage nothing other than a few muffled groans. She was becoming rapidly convinced that her life was nearing its end.
Suddenly he recognized what he was doing. He did not want to kill her, he just wanted to throw the fear of god into her. He suddenly dropped his fingers from her throat, letting them fall limply. He could not figure out just what had gotten into him. Apparently his exwives had left a profound impact on him.
As he stared down at his cock, he realized the transformation that had occurred. He thought that he had felt something very strange taking place inside him when he reached out and slapped her. The feeling became all the more pronounced when he let his fingers go to work around her throat.
Now that he was able to look down between his legs he recognized exactly what had happened. He had become hard. His penis now stood long and tall.
A sudden smile swept across his face. It was a great moment of exhilarating triumph for him. Whatever had happened, it had been enough to make him erect. He began to do some fast thinking. He recalled one instance during his second marriage when, after his wife had berated him for his inability to get his cock up, he reached out and attacked her. He recalled raining blow upon blow across her face. He had allowed his open hands to whiplash her time and again, even precipitating a bloody nose in the process. One thing had happened as a direct result, however, his penis had become hard.
He then remembered several incidents in both of his marriages in which he had suddenly developed a hard-on. The developments had occurred so suddenly and so totally without explanation that he could not conceive of what had precipitated such activity.
But now things were suddenly falling into perspective. Apparently his savage tendencies produced an erection within him. He wondered if the key behind obtaining full potency rested in keeping physical abuse upon his female victim.
No sooner did his cock spring to full life, than it suddenly began to droop once more. It began to take on the appearance of a wilting flower as it diminished considerably, finally reverting back to the way that it had been before.
Now he was frustrated, and was seeking out an answer to his problem. He suddenly conjured up a possible conclusion.
He sank his head down between her legs once more. His tongue reached out and began to lash back and forth around her pussy. While he sucked he decided to try an experiment which he hoped would once more produce an erection. He reached out and let his fingers grip her breasts good and hard.
He clamped down on them and pinched them. He used his hands with the brute force of savage tentacles. He ripped and stabbed at them until they became red. Maria let out a painful gasp.
"Please, you don't have to hurt me like that, I won't yell again, I promise," she sobbed.
Jack stopped sucking long enough to observe his reaction. As he looked down between his legs he observed that his cock had become hard once more. It convinced him that the brutality element of sex played an inherent role in making him potent. When he was not abusing a woman, apparently, then he was not in a position to produce.
Now that he had the answer he was intent upon following through. He had taken a great risk in forcing his way into Maria's apartment. Now that he was there he was determined to enjoy the fullest measure of sexual satisfaction.
"You stop bawling or I'm going to slit your throat with that knife," he told her icily. "Do you understand me, baby?"
"Yes," she said almost inaudibly.
Once more his head sank down between her legs. Again he unleashed his tongue, letting it spear inside her now moist red vaginal walls. Even though she tried to psyche herself out of feeling sexual excitement, she could not do so since his stimulating tongue movements had brought her to the virtual brink of orgasm.
Now that he had seen the extent to which he had succeeded with his sucks, Jack was determined to finish the job. He also remained steadfast in his determination to keep his cock good and hard now that it had attained full length.
His hands continued to abuse her breasts After his fingers pinched so many times that they became red, his fingernails then went to work on them. He allowed them to tear away brutally as he quickly drew blood. As he watched the tiny droplets of blood spurt out of her breasts, he felt an exciting tingle in his cock and balls.
That convinced him for good! Realizing that he had been brought to the brink of climax through the sight of blood surfacing on Maria's breasts made it too evident that the brutality element was the dominant means by which he could attain full hardness.
While Maria gasped and sobbed painfully, he returned again to his sucking. This time he was determined to keep it up until she orgasmed. His finger nails continued to brutally stab at her breasts while his tongue worked gingerly inside her box.
Several moments later he tasted her, receiving the joyous benefits of his tongue efforts. He eagerly swallowed every solitary drop of juice which came out of her pussy.
This time his cock was remaining steadfastly hard. He was seeing to that. Since the ripping stabs of his fingernails had produced a series of tiny cuts around her breasts, he decided to switch his attentions to another area of her body.
His fingers went to work on her buttocks. He liked the construction of her ass, and enjoyed having his fingers tear away at them relentlessly. He pinched her several times and she let out a groan. She made certain that it was not a loud groan, since she feared what might result if she made anymore noise. He had solemnly warned her that he would use the knife on her if she were to cross him again.
Now he was pinching her on her right buttock exclusively. With his right hand he was eagerly masturbating, running his fingers over his long dick. It was such a wonderful feeling to him to have it working at optimum that he felt like doing a little celebrating. He wanted to bask in the satisfaction of being able to pump up and down on it.
"How would you like to have a nice mouthful of cock?" he asked his victim, squeezing her buttock so hard that he temporarily drained all of the blood out of it.
"Please don't hurt me," she said in a hoarse whisper.
"You sound like a goddamned broken record."
A blazing inferno of animal lust raced through every sinew of his body. Now he was beginning to tremble with anticipation as his fingers continued to work their way up and down his huge dong. He was suddenly like a kid with a new toy.
He looked down at the buttock cheek which he was squeezing so tightly. It was chalk white from the fact that he had drained the blood out of it with his pinching movement.
He released his fingers from his cock and slid his body forward. He was hungrily determined to run that hot cock of his deeply inside her mouth.
He brought his left hand up until it was resting adjacent to her hair. He ran the fingers of his left hand through her black shimmering strands of hair several times.
Jack finally reached out and tugged at her hair, pulling on it good and hard, hurting her. Again she let out a groan, which he did not let bother him in the slightest.
While his fingers were tugging at her hair, pulling it good and hard, he slipped his elongated rod inside her mouth. He wanted to throat fuck her, to drive his hot swirling prick as deeply into her mouth as possible.
He propelled his body forward dramatically, sending his silky cock head shooting vigorously forward into the cavernous depths of her mouth. He shoved it as far as it would go, right to the very edge of her throat.
Jack continued to grip her hair tightly as his flaming stick drove pulsatingly forward with great excitement. His entire body trembled with sexual anticipation as he stabbed relentlessly inside her mouth.
His warm penis tip was nudging against her throat, causing her almost to gag. He was enjoying punishing her. He recognized from the way that his body was reacting just how important it had been to do something that really hurt her
"Bawl your fool head off, you crazy broad," he laughed sadistically.
As his body rocked back and forth and his flaming cock continued to make staedy brutal contact as it shoved deeply inside her mouth, he removed his left hand from her hair and let it travel back down to her buttocks.
He reached out and slapped her left buttock several times in rapid succession, causing her entire body to quiver. She instinctively wanted to cry, but with his cock shoved deeply inside her mouth, she had no opportunity to do so.
Now he was performing like an enraged bull. His body rocked back and forth with vigorous determination as his cock sliced with ever deepening anxiety inside her mouth.
With every increasing brutal stab he enjoyed himself that much more. Sweat began to surface beneath armpits and on his forehead as the vigorous movements continued.
His body rocked and trembled as his inflated rod continued to relentlessly pound inside her mouth.
Several times she felt as if she would choke to death on his cock since it was shoving against the back of her throat so hard.
"This is a real throat fuck, baby, you don't know how lucky you are to have me fucking you like this," he said bluntly. .
Now he was on the imminent verge of orgasm. His body trembled more noticeably than before as his steaming prick continued to drive high up into her.
"Just hang in there a little bit longer, because I'm gonna shoot my juice inside your mouth," he said.
He slapped her ass cheek several more times as his trembling body pushed forward with greater force. His body moved at top speed as he got set for the final climax.
Now he was a quivering, seething mass of sensuality as he began to feel that familiar itch which preceded the big moment. It was focused in his cock and balls, and it made his entire body come unglued with excitement.
"Hang on, baby, because I'm gonna shoot," he warned. "Just catch every drop of this juice, because if you don't I'm going to be very offended. I want you to suck out every drop of this hot stuff, I want you to eat it, I want you to swallow, I want you to eat my hot juice, I want you to eat me, I want you to go after my sperm, go after it enthusiastically, you'd better, baby, because if you don't I'm gonna be really pissed.
Seconds later he heaved a sigh. At that point he felt a soaring vibration which emanated in his balls and bolted all the way to the end of his hot prick. He trembled as a hot white sea of sperm shot out of the end of his stick.
"Oohhh, go get it, Oohhh!" he said.
Maria gagged on his juice. It made him so angry that he reached out with his right hand and pulled at her hair.
"I don't want any of that shit, you little bitch, eat every bit of that juice," he said threateningly.
Despite the fact that she gasped and sputtered, she managed to stick with his load. She was afraid that her entire life depended upon how well she satisfied him in that regard.
At one point when she had coughed against her own wishes, a few drdplets of white cum were accidentally spat out of the left side of her mouth. But aisde from those few drops, she managed to swallow everything.
"Now that's a little better," he nodded with satisfaction.
He jumped up from the bed, feeling a sense of exhilaration that he had not known in years. It was as if he had been born again.
Jack zipped up his trousers quickly, then walked over toward the chair. He picked up his knife and slipped it inside his coat pocket. He picked up the coat and put it on.
As Maria continued to lie trembling on top of the bed, he walked over toward it and took the knife out of his pocket. He let it graze against her throat one more time.
"You feel that knife?" he asked.
"Yes," she said solemnly.
"O.K., baby, you do what I say and I won't cut you up. You turn over on your stomach and just lie frozen there for the next ten minutes. You move before that and you've had it. You understand me?"
"Yes, I understand," she replied.
"Good."
Jack slipped the knife inside his coat pocket one more time and walked stealthfully toward the door. He did not want her to hear him.
He opened the door slowly and walked out of the apartment. It was just a short walk from there in the pitch dark of early morning to his car.
"A complete success," he said to himself and smiled as he started up his car and drove off.
CHAPTER THREE
Jack decided to attend an adult theater in the Westlake district of Los Angeles.
He became enchanted by the girl who sold him the ticket. It immediately crossed his mind to flash back to that magnificent evening one week earlier when he had secured sex with Maria.
The girl who sold him the ticket at the Westlake theater possessed a cool businesslike aura. She did not even look at his face as she handed the ticket to him and accepted his money. He got a very good look at her face, being totally impressed with what he saw.
He liked her colorful chestnut hair, her clear ivory skin, and her soaring pendulous breasts, which showed through her red sweater visibly.
Even though the double feature he watched was interesting he could not get his mind off of the girl who had sold him the ticket. He kept envisioning himself having sex with her. When he would watch a particular act being performed on the screen, he would think of himself performing the act with the girl.
She looked very youthful, probably in her early twenties. He knew, however, that she would have to be twenty-one at the very least to work in an establishment such as the one where she was employed.
As the second feature rolled to a close, Jack sat watching the screen intently. He observed that the same trend that had been with him for so long, that of not being able to respond to conventional sex stimuli, once more surfaced. He had not been able to so much as obtain an erection from watching the steady procession of sex acts on the screen before.
Now as the film drew to a close, a man was enjoying the act of fellatio. He sat on the edge of a bed and closed his eyes, enjoying the steadily evolving movements, while the woman thrust her tongue up and down the base of his long penis.
She thrust vigorously while her fingers manipulated around his testicles. She allowed them to move swiftly as her tongue moved with brisk intentness up and down his rod.
As Jack looked around the theater, he observed men in various stages of passion. Some of them closed their eyes periodically and grimaced, giving indication that they were about ready to orgasm. As the girl continued to step up the enthusiastic pace of her sucking, playing with the man's balls while her tongue continued to find the range over his swollen glans, a man sitting two rows behind Jack suddenly let out a groan.
"Oh, I've shot," he gulped.
The man then got up and walked out of the theater. Jack remained, watching the girl continue to stimulate the man by running her tongue feverishly up and down his long prick. While the sucking continued, Jack thought back one week to the time when he had enjoyed the heights of sexual exhilaration from the dark -haired girl, Maria.
The more he thought about Maria, the more enticing the young girl who had sold him the ticket appeared. He wondered about her, what type of girl she was, whether she had a steady boyfriend or not. She was so beautiful that he knew that many men would find her extraordinarily appealing. It was just a question of how she happened to react to them.
The girl was now in the final stages of the suck. The man was gasping and his legs were trembling noticeably as she applied the pressure to his swollen rod, determined to get him to shoot his hot juice into her mouth.
The man on the screen let out a huge sigh, reminding Jack of how he had reacted that evening when Maria had been forced to endure his throat fucking. Actually the scene in the film was tame compared to what he had experienced with Maria.
A smile surfaced on his lips as he thought about how wonderful it had been to enjoy something that, from the standpoint of thrills, approximated a combination of a vagina fuck and cock suck. He had been able to receive the enjoyable thrusting sensations of a cunt fuck, while getting the exhilarating pleasure of a cock suck, enjoying that constant tugging on his hot pecker while Maria's tongue worked at a steady clip.
The man exploded and ran his fingers gratefully over the girl's hair. He thought of himself and how he had been brought to the brink of climax as much by pulling Maria's hair as through the act of drilling his prick sharply inside her mouth.
The film ended and Jack got up restlessly from his seat. He walked briskly out of the theater. As he was leaving he observed the beautiful girl still sitting in the ticket cage.
He decided to go into the restaurant down the street from the theater. It was empty as he strode inside. He decided to sit in a booth in an isolated corner of the restaurant.
A young man who looked to be in his middle or late twenties was standing behind the counter talking to the waitress, a stocky woman in her forties.
Once he settled in the booth, the young man said to the waitress:
"How about that, a live one."
"Yah, better get him before he gets away."
"Really. It's been one of those nights."
"Yah, one of those nights where this place resembles a cemetery."
"Maybe I should have gone to the movies."
"I'm sure that double bill down the street would have been just your style."
"You mean the sex flicks?" he chuckled.
"Of course. That's just what I mean."
"That sounds like a pretty good idea. Too bad I didn't think of it earlier."
The young man threw a wash cloth over the counter, sopping up whatever dirt and crumbs had been left as residue during the course of the morning and afternoon. The evening, as the young man and waitress agreed, had been exceedingly bleak. Few customers had patronized the restaurant.
The waitress walked quickly over to the booth where Jack was sitting. He stared out the window at the brightly lit street outside.
"Good evening," the waitress smiled.
"Hello," Jack said.
"What'll it be?"
"A cup of coffee, please."
"Coming right up."
The waitress returned seconds later with a piping pot of black coffee in her right hand. The left hand carried a cup and saucer.
"Would you like any cream or sugar?" she asked as she set the cup and saucer in front of Jack and poured him a full cup of coffee.
"No thanks. Think I'll just have it black."
"Good enough."
She smiled dutifully and walked away. As he sipped his coffee he overheard conversation between the waitress and the young man.
"Would you mind if I took off, Jerry?" the waitress asked him.
"What's your hurry? We might have a deluge of customers any second."
"'very funny. My cat needs to be fed."
"I suppose that's as good a reason as any. Sure, take off. See you tomorrow."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
Jack took a swallow of the hot coffee, then watched the waitress disappear out the front door into the late evening. The young man behind the counter began whistling a current popular tune. He was attempting to resist boredom as best he could before closing the restaurant for the night.
As Jack stared out the window, thinking back to the fun he had had raping Maria, he saw a girl move toward the front door. His eyes immediately picked up with interest.
She walked inside the door. When he saw her in the light he received a big surprise! It was the girl who had sold him the ticket at the theater that evening. Her sparkling chestnut-colored hair looked even more impressive in the light. As for her creamy complexion, it too looked more overpoweringly beautiful in the setting of the restaurant.
When Jack received his first look at her in the light, he recognized just how beautiful she was. Many girls could look attractive or at least passable in a dimly lit setting. It was something he had discovered from his many experiences in bars. It was in the revealing light, however, that a woman's true beauty was tested. This girl, he recognized, passed with flying colors in any conceivable type of setting.
"Hello there, Gwen," the young man behind the counter called out to the girl.
"Good evening, Jerry."
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be in tonight."
"Oh yes, I wouldn't miss it. I need a couple cups of black coffee to keep me going."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"I've got to stay up most of the rest of the night studying."
"You've got to cram for an exam?"
"That's right. There's no other way out. It's a psyche course that I'm having difficulty with too."
"I guess there's no other way out then."
"I guess I could have taken time off tonight from work," she told him. "Why didn't you then?"
"I need the money. I'll never get rich selling tickets at that theater, but it gives me a little spending money."
"Keeps the wolves from the door, huh?"
"Yes, that's about it."
"Just what are you studying over there at U.S.C.?" Jerry asked.
"I'm majoring in education. I want to go into elementary school teaching."
"A teacher, huh. You struck me as the idealistic type right off the bat."
"How kind of you to say," she laughed.
"When are you going to graduate?"
"Oh, I'll get my Bachelor's Degree in June. I'll be able to do some student teaching after that, but it'll be a while before I get my credentials."
"That's quite a grind, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
The conversation abruptly ceased for the next few minutes. It then resumed under Jerry's prompting.
"Are you doing anything Friday night?" he asked.
"I usually work at the theater that night, but this Friday I have off."
"Listen, Gwen, I was just thinking," he said slowly, "how would you like to take in dinner and a movie with me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jerry, but that wouldn't be possible," she attempted to let him down easy.
"Just why wouldn't it be?"
"With a full night off like that, I'm going to have to make the most of it by studying. I'll be knee deep into my books that night until the wee hours of the morning."
"You're just too much," Jerry shook his head with exasperation. "Life to you is all work and no play."
"I suppose that's true in a way," she sighed. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
"I'm sorry, Jerry, but I can't. I'm a committed girl. I've just got to get to my goal."
"Which is?"
"That teaching credential."
by that time Jack, who had eavesdropped on the entire conversation had heard all that he needed to. He gulped down the rest of his coffee and got out of the booth. He walked over toward the counter. Out of the corner of his left eye he permitted himself one long look at Gwen, but he made it a point that she did not see him looking her way.
He reached into his pocket for some change.
"Can I pour you anymore coffee, sir?" Jerry asked him politely.
"No thanks, one cup is enough."
"'very good, sir," Jerry nodded. "Goodnight now."
"Goodnight."
Jack dropped a quarter on the counter, deciding to leave the young man a tip.
He was still thinking about Gwen as he closed the restaurant door behind.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack skirted quickly past MacArthur Park as he followed behind the car driven by Gwen.
He had waited in the shadows for her to leave the restaurant. She had stayed to have two cups of coffee, leaving the restaurant some fifteen minutes after he had left. He watched her carefully walk to a parking lot directly across the street from the theater where she worked.
At that point he had trotted down the block toward his car, getting in and driving off, so he could follow. Her Buick swung a left on Alvarado and he followed closely behind. Even though the hour was late, there were enough cars on busily traveled Alvarado Boulevard so that she was not likely to detect anything strange in his following behind her.
His cock was still not hard, even thinking about the prospect of sex with her. His present state of being did not alarm him, however, since he thought he now knew the answer, the means by which to combat his impotence.
Gwen continued to stay on Alvarado until she drew near the campus of the University of Southern California, the school she attended. She finally swung a left turn, driving down a street adjacent to the campus that was -lined with apartment buildings. The buildings were largely inhabited by college students.
Although Jack realized that he was taking a chance in following her home so soon, he did not want to ruin the prospect for a good thing. He had heard her tell Jerry in the restaurant that she would be staying up late to study. At that point he determined that she would have other plans for the early morning hours.
He was happy that he had had the foresight to keep his tools of the trade in the car. He had decided to take that step after he had secured his sexual conquest over Maria. He wanted to remain prepared for any opportunity that would arise in the future. Even though it might have been safer had he followed Gwen home from work several evenings, he did not feel like going through that long ordeal. He did not feel that it was necessary.
He knew that she might have a roommate, but that was a risk he was prepared to take. After all, he would be carrying a knife, which he hoped would help him out of any difficulty that may occur.
Jack watched closely as Gwen suddenly pulled her car to a halt in front of a white two-story apartment building. He swung his car into a driveway, pulling out and ultimately parking across the street.
He immediately grabbed the necessary materials and got out of his car, creeping stealthly toward her as she began walking toward the apartment building. Although he did his best to attempt to avoid detection by her, she heard his footsteps. She had also noticed the car nearby, observing it as it backed out of the driveway across the street and parked.
Gwen turned toward him suddenly. He knew at that point that he could do one of two things, either make his move or turn around and run away. He wasn't about to run, after pursuing her that far.
Jack decided to move quickly, to take her completely by surprise. He felt that by assuming the initiative, he could gain the upper hand.
He bolted toward her and caught her from behind, throwing his left hand around her mouth and barely managing to muffle a scream.
He had planned on taking her by surprise and taping her mouth immediately. Now he recognized that he would have to take a more extreme course of action. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty knife. Jack thrust the tip of it against her back, letting her know that the sharp edge of a knife was resting perilously close to her.
"You let out one sound and I'll harm every hair on that beautiful head," he whispered threateningly. "I'm not kidding one bit. You resist one solitary bit, you make one sound, and you're a dead girl."
Her body began to shake as she became inwardly hysterical over the tragic sudden course of events. Seconds earlier she had had one thought running through her mind-that of preparing adequately for an examination she would be taking the following morning.
Now, suddenly, through one bizarre twist of fate, she could not even remember that she had an examination. It was the thought farthest removed from her mind. For the moment, she could be concerned about only one thing, preserving her life.
"Relax, and everything's going to be all right," he said. "But you cross me, baby, and you'll be nothing more than a lovely corpse.
Jack continued to let the knife rest against her back. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of adhesive tape. He quickly placed it over her mouth.
-With her mouth carefully sealed, he then reached into his pocket one more time, pulling out another piece of adhesive tape. He used this piece to slip over her eyes.
As he led her in the darkness toward the apartment building, a thought suddenly dawned on him. He did not know the number of her apartment. In his anxeity to follow her and obtain sexual satisfaction from Gwen, he had neglected to think of that one consideration. In the case of Maria, he had known precisely where she lived because of having followed her two evenings in a row.
As they moved toward the building, he observed a directory. He only hoped that there were not two Gwens living in the same apartment building.
"Let's top here a second," he whispered to her, as they pulled even with the directory.
His eyes had to squint and strain to see the print on the directory since it was so dark. He finally managed to find a Gwen listed. The directory revealed that a Miss Gwen Gordon lived in apartment 5. As he perused over the rest of the directory, he discovered that she was the only Gwen in the building, which relieved him.
Gwen's apartment was located at the back of the building on the ground floor. As they arrived at her door he reached inside her purse and took out her key ring. There was only one key aside from the keys to her car. He inserted it quickly into the door and opened it.
Jack led her inside, continuing to hold the knife against her back. It scraped against her just enough to get his point across with sufficient impact.
He flipped on the living room light and took a quick look around the room. It looked like the type of apartment that a student would live in. Only the functional necessities were provided for. It was considerably less elaborate than the apartment that belonged to Maria.
As he stood in the middle of the living room, Jack peered through a tiny hallway. To the left of the hallway he could see her bedroom.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said softly. "And, remember, baby, I don't want any funny stuff from you. Any guff you give me will be at the expense of your life."
She marched stiffly into the bedroom, the knife still grazing against her back. He flicked on the bedroom light. There was a bookcase in the corner of the room and a small desk perched beside it. In the middle of the room the bed was situated.
"Keep on walking straight, and put your hands out in front of you," Jack ordered calmly. "A few feet from now your hands will run into the bed. When you get there you can sit down and relax.
Gwen placed her hands in front of her and walked until she reached the bed. When she felt the bedspread, she turned her body around slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"That's the good girl," Jack said. "Now I want you to start taking off your clothes. You don't have to be able to see in order to do that. And remember, baby, no funny stuff."
Gwen's body was trembling as she struggled out of her coat. She hated the fact that she could not even see the man who had accosted her with the knife. It made everything so much more macabre. She did not know if at any second this strange terrible man would lunge out at her with that knife. And she would not even be able to see it coming.
Gwen decided that her only chance for salvation rested in doing what he asked her to do. She could not balk a man who had a knife and had already told her that he was willing to use it to kill her if necessary.
"Just throw those clothes on the floor," he said, "nice and slow. Do it nice and slow. We don't have to be in any hurry. I won't be going anywhere for awhile. Now you can get out of that sweater. And remember what I said, baby. Don't do anything that you'll later regret."
She pulled her red sweater over her head, tugging it off and throwing it on the floor, where it landed not far away from her coat.
Jack was immediately impressed upon seeing her voluptuous breasts, which were more visible than before now that the sweater had been shed. Now she wore nothing other than her bra.
"Now you can stand up, my dear. I want you to stand up and take that skirt off."
She got up slowly and let her fingers travel with uncertainty down to her skirt. She unzipped it, then pulled it off, letting it tug at her hips slightly as she did.
With the skirt now discarded, beautiful Gwen was down to her panties and bra. But Jack was still not hard between the legs. He was not upset about it this time. He felt that he had the key to obtaining hardness.
"My, but you've got a beautiful body," he exclaimed.
He walked toward her and ran his fingers underneath her bra, letting them slip and slide over her breasts. They were firm and even bigger than those of Maria.
"Damned nice tits," he said. "With all these college studs around here, I'll bet they go ape shit looking at a dame like you."
Gwen hated the arrogant manner in which he spoke. She wished that, for just a second, she could change places with him and be the one with the knife. What she wouldn't do to a terrible barbarian like this, she thought. She recognized, quite realistically, that she was not in that position. She knew that she would have to continue to allow him to make the decisions.
"Now I'm going to be giving some more orders," he said. "I'm going to finish the job of stripping you. I don't want any guff, I mean none. Because there's always that knife waiting."
To illustrate his point, Jack took out his knife once more, this time allowing it to graze against her throat. He remembered how successfully he had intimidated Maria by doing that very thing. He had to make certain that she remained fearful since he would be soon removing the adhesive tape from her mouth.
Jack left the knife dangling against her throat just long enough to convince her that things could get desperate. He then removed it and took off his coat, slipping the knife inside his pocket and placing the coat and knife on top of Gwen's desk.
He walked back to her and removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor and watching her pendulous breasts thrust out in all their voluptuous glory. They were warm and firm as he allowed his fingers to press against them several times. Later he would be hurting her in that most erogenous spot of her anatomy, but for now he was inclined to run his fingers over her tits smoothly.
He stooped down and pulled off her panties. After he had pulled them all the way down to her ankles, he said:
"O.K., honey, step out of these nice and slow."
Gwen stepped out of the panties and he let his right hand reach forward and rub against her snatch. The fingers ran with great eagerness over her glisteningly red pubic hairs and her red vaginal wall.
"What a beautiful pussy you've got," he said. "It looks so nice and inviting."
At that point her body began to shudder with fear. The one thing she did not want him to do was to toy with her vagina. She considered her organ to be a very precious thing, something that she was saving for the right man. While other girls that she knew, including girlfriends from class and some who lived in the same apartment building with her, were leading a more active and vigorous sex life than she was, she wanted no part of that type of living. Maybe these girls would mildly chastise her at this point, but the time would come, she was convinced, when they would envy her. She would bide her time and wait for the right man, not risking the kind of transitory involvements that many of her girlfriends were expending their sexual energies on.
She feared this terrible man, wondering what he would do to her. She did not want her body to be sullied by somebody like him. She curdled with disgust at every touch that he directed toward her vagina.
"Now you can just lie down on that bed, baby, just lie down and relax," he told her.
He took her arms in his hands and guided her slowly toward the bed. As they stood directly next to it, Jack explained:
"Now ease that beautiful body of yours down a, little and you'll be in bed. Then we can really get down to business."
He eased her body downward and she lay on her back. Her body trembled so noticeably that it began to make Jack a little nervous. He wanted her to relax more. He wanted to be able to enjoy the sex he sought to the fullest extent.
"Relax, honey, and let it all hang out," he laughed.
Once more he ran his fingers over her tits. He pinched her nipples several times, causing her to squirm.
"O.K., honey, I'm going to take that tape off of your mouth. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head slowly.
"Good," he said. "Now when I remove that tape I don't want to hear any sounds at all. If you start making a lot of noise you're in big trouble. I'll put that knife to work and you'll get a nice carving. You'll feel envious of the Thanksgiving Day turkeys by the time I'm through with you."
Her heart began to pound fearfully as he finished delivering his stern warning. She was only too well aware of the fact that he had both the ability and the cold blooded determination to follow through with his threat.
He pulled the adhesive tape off of her mouth. He yanked it loose quickly, then tossed it to the floor with disdain. Now he was able to see her beautiful mouth. She curled her lips nervously several times.
"Relax, baby, because you're making me nervous," he said. "It's not gonna help you to get all bent out of shape. The harder you take it, the rougher you're making everything on yourself."
At that point, Jack decided to unzip his trousers. He pulled out his penis and observed that it was flat. The flesh hung loose, possessing not one iota of hardness. He realized that his only alternative, other than being forced to endure his cock in the way that it was, was to resort to some violence.
He reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of her tits, twisting her nipples with violent wrist action. He immediately hurt her, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Stop, stop," she sobbed.
"You cut that out, you bitch," he erupted angrily.
He reached out and slapped her across the face with his left hand. Her entire body shook and the tears began to stream down her face. She appeared on the verge of going into hysteria.
Jack was feeling a lot more fearful than he cared to let on. He realized that if he did not take matters squarely into his hands at that point, she could pose serious problems. A girl that fearful could cry out again, causing such a commotion that people would be alerted. All it would take would be a group of excited people descending enmasse on the apartment and he would be in serious difficulty.
He recognized that it would always be possible for him to leave, but now that he had gone this far, he did not want to do so. Despite the fact that he had not attained his full state of erection, he recognized that he would soon be as hard as he had been the night that he had raped Maria.
As he looked down between his legs he already saw his cock moving gradually forward and picking up some of its erectness. A little more brutality and he would be exactly where he wanted to be, hard and ready to fuck her.
"Get ahold of yourself or I'll stab the shit out of you," he finally threatened.
To intimidate her some more he reached out and pulled at her hair several times. He was determined to nip her efforts in the bud at that point.
Suddenly her body stopped trembling and she fell into a frozen stiffness. His threats had scared her to such a point that she was complying with the letter of his edict out of an abiding tragic sense of fear.
He reached out with his hands and began gripping her ass cheeks tightly. He tugged hard on the skin, pinching it and causing great waves of pain to shoot through her entire body.
"I'm just getting you warmed up, baby, and I'm getting my own motor running," he said.
by then his cock was as hard as it could be. The violent activity had achieved its objective. But like a spoiled little boy, he was reaching the point where he did not want to stop. He was beginning to enjoy violence immensely. The more he hurt a girl, the greater the delight it provided to him, and the more eager it made him to want to engage in more activity of that same nature.
His eyes dropped down between her legs. He lifted his right hand and delivered another solid slap across her face. An electrical sex vibration shot through his entire body. He was on the verge of orgasm. All it had taken was a stiff slap across her face to do the job.
Jack slapped one more time with his right hand, enjoying the stinging sound of hand making contact with flesh. With his other hand he massaged her vaginal walls.
"Get ready for some hot pussy stabs," Jack told her.
"No, .no, anything but that, please don't do that," she implored desperately. "What the hell's gotten into you?"
"Please, I beg you, don't do that."
"Why the hell not?"
"I've never had anybody go that far with me."
"You mean to tell me that a beautiful gal like you hasn't had her cherry popped yet?" he laughed disbelievingly.
"Yes, I've never had it that way," her voice trembled as she made the solemn admission.
"You're full of shit, baby. I don't believe that kind of crap. Just how dumb do you think I am?"
"Please, it's the truth."
"If you were uglier then maybe I could believe it. But by now a broad like you must have had somebody in her pants."
"No, honest, I'm not lying," she implored.
"Shut up," he suddenly tired of her desperate pleas.
"Please don't do that to me, I beg you."
"I said shut up," he said softly but firmly.
He reached out and slapped her once more across the face. She burst into tears but made certain that she made as little noise as possible. She could still feel that knife grazing against her throat, knowing that she was just a hair's breadth from having her throat slit.
Jack removed his fingers from her snatch. He reached out and pulled her hair as he sharply penetrated inside her vagina.
That first devastating thrust caused her to let out a painful moan. The moan gradually extended itself to a grunt.
"Pipe down, you little cry baby," he told her bitterly.
As he continued penetrating her vaginal walls with increasingly more savage movements, she began to sob uncontrollably. It appeared that she was in total pain from his vigorous movements.
Suddenly he began to wonder if perhaps she had not been telling the truth. He had been inclined to laugh dismissingly about her claims to virginity. But now that he was delivering razor-like stabs with his swollen extended penis into her vagina, he was beginning to think that perhaps she had been telling the truth.
But since he was interested in pain anyway, it made the rape act appear all the more appealing to him. He continued to yank at her hair with his gloved hands as he pummeled with relenteless zeal. He used his cock as a sharp dagger, driving it high and deep into her cuntal muscles.
He continued to pull and tug at her hair. The extra effort of the hair coming into contact with his gloved hands gave him all the more incentive to fuck. He was also driven onward by the knowledge that her entire body was hurting from the brutal impact he put forward with his piercing iron cock.
"You're killing me, you're killing me," she moaned painfully.
"I'm only fucking you," he said, continuing his savage attack. "I'm giving you the kind of action you should have had a long time ago. I'm driving this hot rid up into your pussy."
His searing cock continued tearing into her, pushing hard and fast as he drew closer to orgasm.
"Hang on, honey, because I'm going to shoot off this cock," he told her.
She heaved a deep sigh and prepared for his final few thrusts. She was hoping that this terrible ordeal would come to an end soon. Her entire body was ablaze with terrible pain from the activity which he had forced upon her.
"This is it, baby, get ready for the juice explosion," he gasped.
The jism burst from the end of his cock and sprayed inside her vaginal walls.
As he unleashed the huge load of white liquid inside her he let his eyes drop down between his legs and toward her pussy.
Jack observed the blood there. It turned out that she had been telling the truth after all.
"What do you know about that," he laughed.
"What are you laughing, about?" she asked meekly.
"I feel very honored. I'm the guy who got your cherry."
He slapped her buttocks cheeks with his hands as he removed his penis from her mound.
Jack then ordered her to lie on her stomach cautioning her, just as he had Maria, not to move for the next few minutes. He then left her apartment, hurrying to his car and driving off.
It pleased him to no end to know that he had violated the virginity of a beautiful young girl.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack began hearing about his exploits on the evening news programs. There had been very little said and written about the first rape victim.
Now a good deal was being said. Jack had to laugh. Human nature was so perverse, he couldn't help but think, as he watched the alarmed commentator relating the details of the two rape incidents, in that so often things were not taken seriously until they happen at least in pairs. Such was the case with respect to the rape of Gwen. Since it was traceable to the first rape, that of Maria, all of a sudden it was feared that a mad rapist was on the loose.
Once the news commentator stopped talking about his rape incidents, Jack shut the set off. He walked into the kitchen and dragged out a full bottle of bourbon. He poured a generous portion of it into a glass, adding just a few drops of water. He carried the glass out into the living room and sprawled on the sofa, relaxing as he sipped the whiskey from the glass.
by the time the next two hours had rolled by, Jack had consumed half of the bottle. He was beginning to feel delightfully drunk, the kind of unique liberation that can only come from having had a little too much to drink. He was still in possession of his faculties, but in such a way that everything took on a rosy complexion.
He thought about his dull, boring job, and even that didn't seem so bad. If things were dull during the day working in the routine capacity , of a shipping clerk, the main function of which was to take care of bills of lading, he realized that he could always go out on a tear at night. He liked the method of attack he had mapped out for himself. He took his victims by surprise, fixed it so they could not see him, then entered their apartments. He even wore gloves so that no tell-tale fingerprints would be left.
As he continued to lie on the sofa and drink whiskey he heard a sudden knock at the door. Since he received few visitors he wondered who it could be.
"Who is it?" he called out loudly.
"This is Marilyn. You sound like you're drunk."
"What's it to you?"
"I'd like in."
"Coming."
Jack let his body gradually uncoil. He slipped off of the sofa, jumping to his feet. He walked to the door and let in his second ex-wife.
He immediately noticed that Marilyn was her usual self, strutting in as if she owned the place. The attractive brunette had also retained her trim sensuousness. She occasionally dropped around just to belittle him and rub it into Jack as to how much better she had faired after leaving him.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"No thanks. I will sit down, provided you ask me.
"I never knew you were such a stickler for manners. Be my guest," he waved his arms, volunteering to give up the whole sofa if necessary.
Instead, Marilyn chose to sit down in his favorite easy chair. She looked at him scornfully as he eased his body back down into the sofa.
"Sure you don't want a drink?"
"I think you're drinking enough for both of us."
"What kind of crack is that supposed to be?"
"You're sure acting like an arrogant son-of-a-bitch tonight. For some guy who could scarcely get a hard-on, you're acting damned brash."
"Did you come over here to talk about my sex life?"
"No, you cock-eyed bastard. As a matter-of-fact, I came to tell you about mine, which I'm sure is much better than yours."
"You don't say?" he said sarcastically.
"You must have really poured liquor into you tonight. Otherwise you wouldn't have the balls to talk up to me in this way. Well, I'll try and ignore those childish insults. Yes, it looks like I'm going to be married."
"Congratulations."
"You sound like you don't really mean it."
"Maybe I don't," he shrugged.
"Are you still carrying a torch for me?" she taunted him.
"No, maybe it's probably more of a case with me just plain not giving a damn about you. You see, I'm not a hypocrite like certain other people I know."
"Are you referring to me?" she frowned.
"Did I mention any names?"
"No, but I know you. Your insinuations are about as subtle as a pair of tits on a bull."
"You're class, honey, real class," he nodded. He poured some more liquor down his throat.
"I just wanted to tell you about the man I think I'll be marrying."
"Don't you know? I thought you knew everything."
"He hasn't proposed yet, but I'm sure he will. Anyway, he's got a big cock. Not only that, but he really knows how to use it. We've done it every which way. I should have met him a few years ago, about the time I met you. I wanted a guy with a nice hard cock, not somebody with a little tiny peashooter."
"Does it do your ego a lot of good talking about my cock?"
"I just thought I'd tell you what I'm up to."
Suddenly her rank arrogance began to wear thin on his nerves. He bolted down the rest of his drink, then jumped with speed. He staggered ever so slightly as he walked over toward her. She stood leering at him with contempt.
"You bitch, you've made fun of my cock for the last time," he exploded.
He grabbed her roughly by the neck and threw her out of the chair and onto the floor. Just as she attempted to pick her body up from the floor, he reached out and grabbed her by her dress, pulling her upward to her feet.
"I'll fix you, you bitch," he erupted.
Jack doubled up his left fist and delivered a sharp blow to the pit of her stomach. The body punch took the wind out of her momentarily, causing her knees to buckle. She fell to the floor in a heap. She gasped several times, then began to sob like a child.
"Jack, what's gotten into you? Oh, Oh, you hurt me," she said.
"Now that I've established who's boss, you're going to suck my cock," he stared down at her.
"What did you say?" she looked up at him. "I said you're going down on me."
"Get to your knees, damn it," he said threateningly.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her upward to her knees. She trembled as she remained on her knees, wondering what was coming next. She wondered if he would really follow through on his threat.
"Suck that cock or I'll tear every hair out of your head," he told her menacingly.
Jack continued to yank hard at her hair. She was overcome by his sudden aggressiveness. She could not understand what had happened to the meek milquetoast of a man who would cry when he was unable to obtain erectness.
While he continued holding onto her hair with one hand, he used the other to unzip his trousers. His cock popped out dramatically and she stared at it in disbelief.
"I know what you're thinking, you can't believe it's really me," he said.
She had no choice but to do as he demanded. While he continued to tug at her hair she allowed her tongue to sweep up and down the length of his penis.
"Faster, faster, I did this a few times when we were married. You didn't like it then, did you?" he laughed.
"No, I think you liked it better when I couldn't get the hard-on. The only time I ever seemed to make it was when I was drunk. You figured that was the reason. Well, I've got the real answer. I've got to make the caveman scene to get what's coming to me from broads like you. Then I'm inspired enough to get the hard-on.
Her tongue continued to sweep up and down his iron rod. She could not remember the last time that she had seen it that hard. It made her regretful that she had made fun of him when she entered the apartment. He was making her pay for it now by the way in which he subjected her to torture.
When he tired of pulling on her hair, he let the fingers of both hands find their way around the back of her neck. The fingers pressed good and hard as jolting pain shot through her body.
"Suck me faster, I want it faster, I want you to suck out that load," he said impatiently, suck it, suck it all out, I want you to suck me, suck me, go after every drop of juice, I want it, I want it, you bitch."
Marilyn knew by this time that the only way to get him to stoppunishing her was to give him precisely what he wanted. So she allowed her tongue to move as rapidly as it could. She bobbed her head up and down so fast that she became dizzy. One objective dominated her thoughts, that of giving him his satisfaction by permitting him to shoot his hot dick.
"I'm getting closer, keep it up, keep sucking me fast, keep it up, I'm not going to let up," he told her. "I'm gonna keep on making you hurt until you swallow every drop of my hot load."
A few more seconds passed, after which the load of juice shot out of the end of his rod. It was hot and thick, and she stuck with it, grabbing off every solitary drop.
Jack did not feel placated until she had completed sucking him. At that point he turned loose of her neck. She let out a sigh and let her arms fall limply to her sides.
"My God, you acted like an animal," she looked at him with fear in her eyes.
Jack enjoyed seeing the look of fear there. He felt that it was certainly better than the kind of look she gave him when she entered the apartment.
"I act like it when I think I have to," he said. "I just don't know what to say," she shrugged. "Then do something that you only very rarely do."
"What's that?"
"Shut your mouth."
"Do you have to talk to me that way?"
"No. I'm doing it because I want to," he grinned sardonically.
"My God but you can be mean."
"A broad like you can bring out the meanness in any guy."
"But not like that."
"Oh yes, my dear. Like that."
"It's incredible. I just can't believe it."
"I know you can't believe your ex old man could get his cock up. Isn't that what you're really saying?"
"No, I'm saying more than that," she shook her head. "I can't believe all that you just did."
"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
"No, nothing else."
"Well, if you don't want to drink with me, which you said you didn't want to do, then why don't you get the hell out of here so I can drink. I don't want you sitting around here trying to figure out my motives. I did what I felt like I should, and if it was too much for you, then that's just too bad."
"You really want me to leave?"
"I really do. Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out."
"'very well, I'll leave."
He watched her walk to the door, open it, then close behind her. Jack then walked into the kitchen and poured himself another glass of whiskey.
As he thought back on what had happened with Marilyn, he burst into sudden uncontrollable laughter. He felt that she had deserved the treatment he gave her. The two rapes had brought out another side of him. Like Marilyn had said, he was becoming an animal, he clearly realized. But if becoming an animal was what it took to get him his kicks, it was a price he would be willing to pay.
As he sat down on the sofa and sipped his whiskey, he began to think of the possible dangerous consequences that could arise from his actions with Marilyn. If she ever became suspicious enough to consider him a potential rapist, she could always go to the police and tell them that she suspected he might be the individual they were looking for in connection with the attacks of the two girls.
Jack recognized at that point that he would have to play it cautiously in the future. He could not let his ex-wife rankle him to that point, even if she happened to show up again, which he frankly doubted.
At that point he was definitely a wanted man. He had raped two women. If he had to be caught, he thought, he would not want it to occur as a result of a stupid mistake he had made.
Even if the rest of him could withstand such a blow, he felt that his ego could not.
CHAPTER SIX
The evening that Jack forced his ex-wife, Marilyn, to go down on his cock proved to be a turning point in his life.
Now that he had succeeded in humiliating the woman who, more than any other single individual, had made his life a living hell, he felt much better about things. He liked the way he had taken charge of the situation. Although he recognized the possible pitfalls involved in taking such a chance with his ex-wife, he also recognized the psychological benefits that had occurred as a result of his conduct.
He resolved, if need be, to declare war on the opposite sex. He would do whatever he felt was necessary to obtain the kicks he regarded as vital. He gave a good deal of thought in the quiet moments of his apartment, concerning his future course of action. He wondered just how many more risks he should take by attacking women he did not know. One facet of his behavior told him not to take any more chances. It was his old side talking more than the new, emerging of Jack Henson. The dynamic and dramatic new Jack Henson, however, felt completely different about it. He decided that he should continue to accept his kicks whenever he could find them.
As for going to theatres, he would continue his same course of action. He did not believe in breaking up a winning combination. Thus far, he had scored twice with women who sold tickets at theatres he frequented. He would continue going after the girls who sold tickets in the sex flick theatres as long as he could locate good looking women who attracted his curiosity.
Following a break of some two weeks, during the course of which not much of anything happened in his life, Jack went to a double feature at a theatre in downtown Los Angeles. The temperatures were warming up and he wore a short sleeved shirt and slacks into the theatre.
His inner temperature immediately ignited when he observed the red-haired doll who sold him his ticket. She was short and had the kind of body that infatuated him. It was slim, yet very sensuous. Her hips and breasts were trim and firm. He could already feel his fingers on them.
He took a look inside the ticket cage when she had her eyes turned the other way. He noticed the brown mini skirt she wore along with the black boots she had on.
He got a good look at her legs, which were trim and exciting. He liked everything about this woman, who was young, probably in her middle twenties, but had an unmistakable look of experience on her face. She looked as if she had been around enough to know the score when it came to sex.
From the time he walked in the theatre, he knew that he had found another prospective victim. It was just a question of playing things cool and waiting for the right opportunity to strike. With two brilliant successes under his belt, Jack was not about to rock the boat and make a premature move. He would bide his time and permit prospects to develop on their own.
"She's really stacked?" a guy said to Jack as they walked in the theatre.
"Huh, what's that?" Jack asked, startled by the man's abrupt conversation.
"I saw you looking at her."
"Who's that?"
"The gal who sold us the tickets, she's really stacked."
"Yeah," Jack nodded.
Jack deliberately lost the man who had been talking to him. He wanted no more conversation concerning the girl in the ticket cage. He wanted her for his own, but he was not about to confide his feelings concerning her to anybody else. He had to learn to play things coolly if he wanted to continue surviving as a rapist.
Although the double feature was passable, providing a lot of sex action, Jack could not get his mind off the redhead. That provided the clearest barometer of all as to his inner feelings. When he could not get a girl off his mind, it meant that he should step forward and attempt to do something about it.
The redhead would soon be subjected to his sexual advances. It was just a question of lining up the proper sequence of events so that he would not be likely to be caught.
He thought about how lucky these women actually were to have a man like him around. He was able to provide them with thrills that most men would not have the imagination or courage to put forward. The more women he had experiences with, the more he began to feel that the pain process which he subjected them to was a necessary thing. He was beginning to feel that it kept them on their toes and taught them a valuable lesson. It showed them who they actually were. It demonstrated conclusively to them that, in spite of what they might have previously thought, men like him were in charge of the entire show.
He got to thinking so much about the redhead that he left the theatre shortly after the start of the second film. On the way out, he checked the time listings for the films. He wanted to find out when the theatre was closed.
He thought that he would take a walk, or maybe a drive, before coming back and spying on the activities of the redhead. He wanted to catch her when she left the theatre. That way he could follow her home.
He decided never again to repeat the tactics he had employed with his last victim, beautiful Gwen. He would not follow this beautiful redhead home the first night. He would instead follow her for several days before finally making his move.
He walked down Main Street with a sense of contentment. It was doing his entire inner being a world of good to know that he had once more found a woman that he wanted to rape. It gave him something to live for.
He thought about what a humdrum life he had been living prior to the time that he took a chance and went after Maria. Before that there had been nothing other than his unimaginative job in his life. After the two bad marriages, there were no prospects for sexual outlets. The future looked extremely bleak.
Now he was standing on the threshold of his third brilliant sexual conquest in a row, not counting the session he had had with his ex-wife when he had taken her totally by surprise. He thought about the frantic look on Marilyn's face as he pinned her down on the rug and forced her to suck his cock.
"I should have done more of that when I was married to her," he chuckled to himself as he walked down the street.
Jack walked past a burlesque theatre and observed pictures of busty, scantily clad females who were employed as erotic dancers inside.
He grinned and kept walking. Under ordinary circumstances he would have been tempted to go inside. But now that he had a personal female project on his mind, he felt like doing nothing other than pursuing his possibility to the fullest extent.
To pursue his objective to the fullest, it would mean one thing, achieving another rape conquest.
It made his heart flutter just to think about it. He was getting up in the world, even achieving recognition on television. It caused him to grin to think of himself, so many years a timid man who was virtually afraid of his own shadow, making those waves. Women throughout all of Southern California were now walking the streets feeling a little more fearful after hearing about the reports of a rapist having victimized two women in succession.
He kept on walking and thinking. One thought continued to dominate his mind. That was the beautiful redhead who sold tickets at the theatre he had just walked out of.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack followed Wanda home from work for a period of one week.
While his first two victims had driven cars home from work, Wanda took a bus to her Hollywood apartment. It was a small building situated on Las Palmas not far from Sunset. Since his intended victim took the same bus home each night after getting off work, he had it pinpointed according to time exactly when she would arrive at her apartment. For that reason he decided to forego the approach he had used in the case of the other two girls. He did not find it necessary to follow them home from the theatre. He instead decided to wait in the shadows of her apartment.
He knew precisely where her apartment was located. A front door was situated adjacent to a side street, and there was a tiny alleyway in back.
Jack decided to park his car on the side street and wait for her from the alleyway. He knew from following her that she always entered the apartment from the street in front. That way he would be able to take her by surprise by hiding in the darkness of night behind some bushes.
On the night he selected to make his attack, a chilly wind rippled through the air. He lit a cigarette and puffed nervously as he awaited her arrival. Every now and then he would look around to see that nobody was watching him. Fortunately for Jack, there were no lights on in any of the other apartments in the building where Wanda lived. The closest light was from an apartment two doors away.
He puffed on his cigarette until he heard the sound of footsteps on the pavement in front of the apartment. As shoes made steady contact with sidewalk, he flipped his right arm upward and got a look at his wristwatch. The watch revealed it to be ten minutes to one, the normal time when his gorgeous red-haired victim came home.
Jack quickly stamped out his cigarette and took his gloves out of his inside coat pocket. He slipped them on and waited for her. He remained poised like a nervous animal waiting to strike.
Wanda walked briskly toward the apartment. She could hardly wait to get into the shower, relax herself with the warm spray of the water, then get out and slip into a robe. She would fix herself a bite to eat, then go to bed for the evening. She would not awaken until late in the morning. She had no idea, though, that somebody was planning to dramatically alter her schedule.
Wanda had been working for three months at the theatre downtown. Just prior to the time she started she experienced the bitter breakup of a romance with a man she was supposed to marry. He worked as an executive at the downtown department store where she served as a buyer in the women's department.
When the romance fell through, she desperately sought a change of pace. Working in her normal capacity as a buyer served only to remind her of the bitter termination of her remance. Even though it meant taking a substantial decrease in pay, she decided to go to work as a ticket seller at the theatre where Jack had seen her.
As she moved toward her front door, Jack lurked behind the bushes. His body was hunched forward as he attempted to make himself appear as inconspicuous as possible. He was ready to make his leap the moment that she came into view.
He waited until she stopped in front of the door and took out her key. Just as she was about to press the key against the lock, he made his move. He jumped quickly out of the bushes, springing forth like a nervous panther. He attached her from behind so that she would not see him. He threw a hand over her mouth and reached into his pocket quickly, slipping some adhesive tape over her mouth.
She attempted to scream, but her efforts were muffled to the extent where nobody else other than Jack could hear her. His fingers reached inside his pocket once more and he pulled out his knife, which he thrust against her back.
"You make one move and I'll carve you up," he told her solemnly. Just remain still, baby, and everything is gonna be all right. You try and play heroine and I'll make mincemeat out of you with this knife."
Her body froze in place. Feeling that knife blade rubbing against her back was enough to get the point across to her. As he continued to hold the knife in place, he reached into his pocket and took out some more adhesive tape. This time, he slipped it over her eyes.
"Now I'll take that key," he grabbed the key out of her hand.
Jack slid the key into the door, opening it.
"Okay, now, you can go straight ahead inside there. I'll guide the way, and this knife is gonna stay in your back just to remind you who's in charge here," Jack whispered.
Together they walked inside the apartment. Jack immediately flipped on the lights. He closed the door behind him and silently contemplated his next move. He immediately spotted the hall leading into the bedroom. A grin surfaced on his face when he saw that the door to the bedroom was open. He got a good look at the bed where he would be having his fun with his redheaded victim.
"Okay, honey, I'm going to lead you into the bedroom," he said. "Just keep on walking. I'll be right behind you, with this knife in place."
They walked slowly into the bedroom. Jack was not hard but that did not perplex him anymore. He would do whatever was necessary to enjoy the ultimate in sexual satisfaction.
They reached the bedroom, and he had his victim stop inches in front of the bed.
"You've got yourself an awfully nice set of tits," he laughed, reaching out and patting them with the fingertips of his right hand. "Now I am going to step back and let you get undressed. Do you suppose you can manage all right blindfolded and all?"
She nodded slowly.
"Certainly you can," he encouraged. "You're a bright girl. At least, I suppose you are. All you gotta do is use those hands of yours to get out of those clothes. Do it as slowly as you like. I'm not in any hurry at all, baby. As a matter-of-fact, I'm the kind of dirty guy who likes nothing better than watching a broad get out of her clothes. That is, except for banging her."
Jack took off his coat and tossed it off to the side of the bed. He watched with great interest as she began to undress. She slipped out of her coat first, throwing it to the floor. Then she went to work on her blouse. As she slipped the blouse up over her head, Jack got his best look ever at her firm, solid tits. He also was able to feast his eyes on her skin which was firm and had a radiant ivory glow.
Once the blouse hit the floor, she went to work on her bra.
"That's it, baby, you take off everything," he encouraged actively. "You get out of that bra too. I want to see those tits nice and fresh and out in the open. That'll give me a real thrill."
She unhooked the strap which held together her bra, letting her bra fall to the floor. He was impressed by the size and firmness of her breasts. He felt that he would have to touch them before she went on to the next step of her undressing process.
"Hold on just a second, dear," he warned her. "I want to come over there and have myself a nice feel of those ivory lovelies."
He went over and let his right hand explore the firm globes of flesh. He enjoyed touching them, deriving great satisfaction from his finger efforts. He still wasn't hard by any stretch of the imagination but that was not his main concern at the moment. For that moment he was just occupied with one thought-that of enjoying himself.
He twisted his fingers around her nipples in a corkscrew fashion, pinching them just enough to cause her body to twitch slightly.
"That hurt a little?" he chuckled.
He received a nod for his efforts.
"You're awfully touchy, little girl," he laughed loudly. Then he stepped back and said, "Okay, honey, you can finish the strip show right now. I'm really looking forward to seeing what you've got between your legs. I like looking at naked cunts. I'll bet you've got a real cutie of a snatch on you."
He stepped back and watched her slowly unzip her skirt. It was apparent from the slow, strained movements on her part that she was anything but enjoying herself. As a matter-of-fact, it dawned on Jack that she was considering what was happening as nothing short of humiliation. At that point she was not able to express herself conversationally, but the slowness and the hesitancy of her actions were worth a thousand words.
She wiggled painfully out of her skirt. Now she was down to her panties. The hardest part of all remained for her, that of finishing the job of getting out of her panties and standing totally naked in front of this terrible man who was forcing her to do things against her will.
As she stood before him in her panties, her body began to tremble, particularly her legs. Jack did not like what he was seeing. He wanted her to be a little more relaxed about what was going on. If she remained more relaxed, he would feel a lot more comfortable about things himself.
"It's amazing to me how you broads always panic," he chided laughingly. "It's the same old line of bullshit any way you slide it. I guess all of you think you're little miss virgin in swaddling clothes, sweet sixteen never been kissed, never been fucked. All that good shit. You all need some guy like me to straighten you out. You should be happy to do anything for me that I ask. That's what you should really think. You ought to have something like that going through your mind rather than all this fear crap. Now get out of those panties. Take your time if you want to, I don't care about that. But the thing I do care about is this uncomfortableness. When a chick like you gets uncomfortable, it makes me uncomfortable and when I get uncomfortable I can be a pretty miserable son-of-a-bitch. So, just do what I say, baby, do things as I want you to do them, and we'll get along much better. Do you dig me?"
Her head worked its way up and down slowly several times.
"Groovy. Now get out of those panties."
Her quivering fingers worked their way down to her silky panties. Slowly, but surely, she began to pull the panties down her legs. They passed her svelte like hips and continued working their way down toward her ankles. As the panties kept dropping, Jack's interest increased.
"What a luscious pair of legs," he exclaimed. "I've always been a leg man, if you want to know the truth. Come to think of it, I've always been a tits man too. And, hell, I'm also a cunt man. Let's just say that I'm the kind of guy who loves to ball with broads and the better looking and better stacked they are, the better it is for me. And, let me tell you something, honey, you're stacked in every conceivable way. You're what I've been wishing for in my Christmas stocking for the last twenty years."
A virulent hatred swept through the body of Wanda. Everything within her reacted with revulsion over this obnoxious man who made a game out of the act of her taking off her clothes. It was not only humiliating to be forced into such demeaning activities in front of a strange man, but it was even worse when one was blindfolded and did not even know what was going on around her. She hadn't the faintest idea what this terrible mystery man looked like. The mystery surrounding the involvement made her all the more fearful. She did not know what she was dealing with or who she was dealing with. All she knew was that, in her estimation, he was as savage an animal as there was on two feet.
Wanda stepped out of her panties, exposing her naked body. It filled her with shame to know that she was exposing her vagina to this terrible strange man. She hated the fact that he was treating her as if he owned her, as if she were his personal chattel to be utilized strictly for his purposes, no matter how jaded they might be.
Now that she was undressed, Jack decided to let her crawl into bed. He was eager to start receiving some of the kicks that he felt he was entitled to. He would have to make her suffer a little in order to get his cock up. It just would not react to even the most stimulating stimuli. He could enjoy himself with the detachment of a spectator while watching a beautiful woman undress, but the act would not cause his penis to rise.
Jack walked over toward where his coat had been placed and fished out his knife. He walked over to Wanda and slipped it against her throat, intending to teach her a lesson, to convince her that if she attempted to cross him it would be at the expense of her life.
"You feel this, you little twat?" he asked, as he slipped the blade of the knife against her throat.
She nodded, this time quickly.
"That's it, now you're reacting," he chuckled, noticing the swiftness with which she nodded this time in comparison to the other occasions when her efforts had been slower. "Maybe it takes some imagination to get you to react. If so, then I'm glad I was able to supply the impetus. Now, right now I'm just using this knife as a little bit of a warning. But if you hand me any crap things are gonna get a lot rougher. Do you dig me?"
Once more she nodded vigorously.
"Not bad, not bad. Now we're really beginning to communicate," he said happily. "I'm just trying to get some points across. I don't want to put up with any crap. A lot of times if you broads are that good looking, like you certainly are, they think they can get away with more. Well, as far as I'm concerned, my toleration point is even lower for a good looking girl. The more beautiful she gets, the less toleration point I have. The reason is simple. If she's good looking that means I'm interested in fucking her. And if I'm interested in fucking her, then things have to be done strictly my way. There's just no other way out. Well, you're beautiful and I'm really interested in fucking you. So, things have to be done just my way. Now I'm going to slip that tape off of your mouth. Do you understand me?" Again she nodded.
"Good, very good. I just want to provide you with a little bit of a warning before I take that tape off. I don't intend to tolerate any crap at all from you. Some girls, once they get the freedom of having that adhesive tape removed from their mouths, start shooting them off. I don't want you running your mouth like you've got a good case of oral diarrhea. I want you to be still. And if you so much as cry out or shout, this knife will be rubbing against this throat with a lot more intensity and a lot more strength than I'm bringing to bear right now. This throat of yours is going to get mutilated if you don't watch your step. You've got to play ball with me strictly on my terms. There's absolutely no other way. Do we understand each other clearly, my dear?"
She nodded vigorously once more.
"That's much better. Now I'll take off that tape," he said.
He continued to hold the knife in place, serving as a constant reminder to her. He could tell from the slowness of her movements and the way in which her body trembled that she was totally opposed to what he was doing to her. He recognized that if the opposition became strong enough, she could let out a blood curdling, scream that could bring people from other apartments inside. He could not take such a risk. At least, not without instilling the fear of God into her.
Jack pulled the adhesive tape off of her mouth, continuing to hold the knife in place.
"That's it,, be nice and silent," he said. "I don't want you making any noise. Any noise at all will mean curtains for you. Now, if you'll be a good girl, I'll take this knife away from your throat. But remember one thing, my dear. It won't ever be far removed from you. It will be close at hand and always within my reach. So, if you hand me any guff, you know what you can expect. You have been sufficiently warned."
Jack's eyes came into contact with her snatch. He looked at the tufts of red hair, and observed beneath them the outline of her slit. It made him eager for intimate contact immediately with her beautiful body.
Jack moved his body cautiously forward. He wanted to drink in the bountiful beauty of the voluptuous woman who stood before him. He observed that her body was once more trembling. He knew that she was highly reluctant to provide any type of cooperation to him in his efforts.
From outward signs, he was afraid that he might encounter even more difficulty from her than he had from the other two girls. His main hope in achieving what he wanted without grave difficulty stemmed from intimidating her to the point where she would be afraid to do much of anything other than placate his every wish.
"You look downright yummy standing there like that," he laughed. "But you'll look even better lying down in bed."
"Is that what you're gonna make me do next?" she said in a hushed but bitter voice.
"You're damned right. How'd you guess?"
"I didn't have to guess. You mentioned it."
"So I did," he laughed. "That's one of the problems I suffer from when I'm in the presence of a beautiful woman. I can't remember what I say from one minute to the next."
He took several steps toward her and allowed the fingers of his right hand to work their way down to her creamy right inner thigh. He rubbed and squeezed the firm flesh, then let his fingers go to work inside her pussy. He probed slowly and softly around her red vaginal walls.
"Just what are you going to do to me?" she quivered.
"I think I'll keep it all a complete surprise. That way it'll be more fun won't it?"
"I don't think any of it will be fun," she said bitterly.
"You know, I'm not here to put up with a lot of back talk. I lectured you before on what I expected. I'm like the toughest school marm you've ever had. I won't put up with any crap at all from you."
"Do you get a big thrill out of doing things like this to a girl?"
"What kind of a damned question is that?" he said petulantly.
"I think it's understood. I just wonder what it is that makes sick guys like you tick. Or, better yet, fail to tick."
"Yes, you've got a real mean mouth on you, bitch," he erupted. "I'm warning you, you little slut, I don't intend to take any back talk from you. I warned you about that and about the next time it happens I just might not warn. I might just go to work with that knife."
Her bitter words rankled him to the point where he decided to do something about them. He wanted to discipline her early, to convince her that she was treading on dangerous ground in not treating him with more respect.
He reached out with his left hand and pulled her hair several times. He applied just enough pressure to subject her to pain.
"That's what I thought. When all is said and done you bitches are all the same. When a guy makes you hurt bad enough, you'll cry uncle. Hell, you'll try any damned thing that you think will get you out of your predicament. Well, I'm not putting up with anymore guff. Now the next thing I'm going to do is shove you down on that bed. I want you to scoot right into the center of it so I can have a clear shot at you. You understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand. But please don't hurt me.
"I'll think about it. Mind you, I just said that I'd think aboyt it."
After withdrawing his fingers from her hair, Jack grabbed her roughly by the arms, applying pressure until they turned white. He wanted to hurt her several times to teach her to do precisely what he wanted her to do. Also, he recognized that he would have to start conditioning her to pain. She would have to get accustomed to it since pain would be necessary in order for him to get his cock hard.
"Please, please, don't hurt me," she cried.
"Stop your damned bawling or I'll get the knife," he warned her. "I'm gonna be roughing you up a bit, and you might just as well get used to it now. In order to get my kind of kicks I've got to hurt you a little."
He looked down between his legs and observed his cock beginning to rise. The old magic touch was still there. All it took was a little brutality and he would have as firm an erection as it was possible for him to obtain.
"Sit down, baby, and take a load off your feet," he said cynically.
He then shoved her backwards toward the bed. She hit the bed with a thud, letting out a startled cry. When he heard her emit the cry, he became immediately angry. He recognized that noises of that nature could very easily do him in.
He slid his body downward onto the bed with her, then reached out and grabbed her by the hair. He tugged at her hair firmly, causing sensations of pain to reel through her.
"I said I didn't want any noise, damn you, I don't want any noise at all," he growled. "You make any noise at all and you've had it. You might just as well reconcile yourself to your fate. You're my victim and you remain my victim until I decide to let you go. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes," her voice trembled.
"Good, because you've got to. If you don't you're going to have that knife slipping against your throat again. But this time I'll be bearing down with it"
Jack decided upon another course of action to get her more fearful and to bring his own cock up to its full hardness. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat, tugging hard and applying a good deal of pressure.
"Now I'll really give you something to cry about," he said, continuing to apply pressure. "You bitch, now you're really going to really learn what pain is all about."
He shook her head several times until her muffled cries took on a tone of desperation. Her red hair flailed in the breeze he generated with his fingers as he shook her like one attempts to shake apples loose from an apple tree.
"I'll teach you to hand me a lot of shit, I'll teach you to hand me guff," he said.
When Jack turned loose of her neck, he recognized that his cock had attained a full erection. He grinned, reaching out stroking it proudly. He had had a feeling that the throat activity would be sufficient to bring it up all the way. His hunch had proven accurate.
As for his victim, she was reacting badly. She gasped and coughed several times. Now that he was truly punishing her, he did not want to stop then and there. He wanted to continue punishing her.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair. This time he tugged harder than on the previous occasion. She gasped and moaned, closing her eyes tightly as the savage pain riddled through her head.
"Just what is your name, bitch?" he asked.
"Wanda," she whispered painfully.
"Wanda, huh? That's a nice name for a good looking red -haired bitch. You're going to have to learn the hard way, Wanda, that you don't hand guys like me any back talk and get away with it."
Once more he looked down between his legs. He was pleased by what he saw. Now it was just a question of choosing the act that he felt suited the circumstances. It would have to be something highly brutal. He would settle for nothing less.
Jack was beginning to feel that the only truly satisfying way to enjoy sex was through brutality. He regarded himself as a sap for not recognizing that elementary fact of life sooner. A lot of guys could get erections the easy way, by just looking at a beautiful girl. The fewer the clothes she wore, the easier it would be for her to provide him with an erotic response. But Jack was a different breed of cat and knew it. It took a great deal more to get him really turned on. It took some violent activity on his part. The more violent the activity the better it would be as far as producing an erotic response was concerned.
Now Jack was highly aroused. He had applied himself brutally long enough to get acclimated. Now it was just a case of going forward, following up on what he had already developed.
He looked down at his victim, who was still sobbing and murmuring. Her entire body quivered with pain. She was not used to having a man accost in that nanner. She was accustomed to the gentle refinements that generally went with screwing. That mean kissing a girl gently and gradually bringing her out, rather than attacking her like an enraged bull.
Now she had a headache from the pain and the psychical tension she had been forced to endure at his expense. In addition she was experiencing a dizzy spell. With the dizziness and the headache a general recklessness began to pervade her inner spirit. She hated this man with a purple passion. She considered him worse than a beast. Furthermore she felt that she just had to tell him precisely what she thought of him.
"You goddamned animal," she blurted out loudly.
"What the hell brought that on?" he looked at her startledly
"The way you've been beating me up. I've got a pretty sorry attitude to begin with about men since the breakup of my engagement. Things just haven't been going right with me, and it's mainly due to the fact that you men aren't really concerned about women. You're only concerned about what you can drag out of their bodies. You're not concerned about them as total entities, as human beings, you're only interested in putting your grimy hands on them and shoving your grimy peckers into them."
"That's terrible language for a lady," he laughed. "A bastard like you would bring the worst out in any woman."
"I'd watch it if I were you, honey," he cautioned.
"What's the difference? You're probably planning to kill me anyway. I might just as well tell you what I think of you before I go. Well, I've met rotten and crude men before, and I've met men that I wouldn't even lower myself to spit on. But as for you, you've got to be without a doubt the most revolting son of a bitch I've ever encountered. You're worse than that, you're a lousy animal, a rotten beast, and the reason why you're reduced to preying around on streets late at night to trap women like me is because you don't have enough basic decency to attract a decent woman. The only way guys like you can achieve anything is through brute force."
"Have you had your say?"
"No, I've only begun. You think that you're making yourself look like a man by treating me this way. You think that you're big stuff by beating up on some poor woman. I know your type. You're a gutless, weak-kneed little piss ass who doesn't have an entire ounce of guts in his whole body. You're probably the little mama's boy who never grew up. You're a son of a bitch, a bastard, a baboon."
As she reached the end of her tirade, she was beginning o scream. Fear cut through Jack like a knife. He knew that noise could be fatal in an apartment building. He had to put such activities to an immediate halt.
On top of that, the anger was swiftly rising inside him. He could not allow this angry young woman to insult him in such a manner. He intended to be the take-charge guy, the man who delivered the orders, not the one who received a lot of verbal abuse from the girl he had come to have sex with, the one he had intended to ram his hot dick into.
His first order of business was to shut her up. Now that she was making that much noise, he realized that the situation would become quickly intolerable if he permitted it. So his first order of business had to be that of shutting her up.
"Okay, you foul talking bitch, I'll shut you up," he said angrily.
He reached over and took a fresh piece of adhesive tape from his coat pocket. He slipped the tape of her mouth, preventing her from making anymore noise.
"Now that's more like it," he said, feeling a bit more relieved after applying the tape. "You lousy, rotten little slut. How dare you talk to me that way. I'll show you just how much of a man I am. That's the one thing I don't take off of anybody, this crap about me not being a man. I'm here to prove just how ridiculous such a claim is. And by the time I finish proving it you're going to feel damned sorry about the whole thing."
He could still hear those brutal words ringing through his ears. He did not want to allow any woman to make light of his virility. He had come to fix this woman and now he was more determined than ever to put her securely in her place.
Jack began his brutal assault by taking his right hand and bringing it across the side of her face. It landed with a resounding thud, causing her face to redden. He brought the same hand back and delivered a backhanded slap against the other side of her face. Again the face reddened. His cock had never been harder, and tingling sex vibrations spilled through his entire body. Now he was in the mood for rape!
Although his cock had never been more ready for action than it was now, he was not about to rush into the act, as delightful an experience as that might have been. He still felt that he had a good deal of unfinished business to settle with Wanda. After all the verbal abuse she had hurled his way, he owed her considerably more in the nature of punishment than he had owed to the other two girls he had victimized.
"You're going to regret the day you ever talked to me like that," he said quietly but menacingly.
From the very beginning, from the very first time he had seen her, Jack Henson had been infatuated by Wanda's stunning breasts. Now as he stared down at the firm, jutting globes of flesh which were peering directly toward him, he got an idea. He could give vent to his angry sexual passions by punishing that creamy flesh which she no doubt held in high esteem.
"I'll bet you think a lot of these tits, don't you?" he laughed satanically, reaching out and tugging at them with his hands.
Jack pinched her breasts for several minutes. He then decided that it was time to go on to something more brutal. He allowed his head to drop down between those pendulous boobs. He was getting his teeth ready for the big moment.
At first he reached out with his tongue, allowing it to lap over first her left breast, then her right. She hoped that he was planning nothing more brutal than that, but suspected the worst, since he had threatened her.
Jack reached out and began to gnaw on her left breast. At first he was inclined to nibble, but the further along he got the more he wanted to do. He harbored a hungry desire to tear her up with his teeth.
He drove his teeth into her sharply, immediately cutting the skin. As the blood began to spurt forth from the cut he opened, Jack became increasingly excited. He never thought that the role of a vampire could bring him this much delight. When he saw the blood penetrate through her skin he almost experienced an orgasm.
Wanda's body shook with acute pain from the biting sensations to which she was subjected. He tore into her with relentless enthusiasm, feeling not one iota of remorse for his actions. He felt that she was totally deserving of such treatment for talking to him in the way that she had.
He opened a second cut over her left breast before switching his efforts to her right breast. His destructive activities commenced anew. He eventually opened three cuts before he finished.
Wanda did her best to cry out, but her efforts were to no avail. All she could manage were a few muffled gasps. But she remained in such pain that tears streamed down her face. Her face turned chalky white from the battering that her breasts were subjected to.
"Some dames have to learn their lessons the hard way, and I guess you're one of them," he told her tersely. "You're an absolute bitch of the first order, and it gives me great pleasure to treat you like one."
The teething to which he subjected Wanda caused his cock to harden to the point where he had to think about orgasmic release. He looked down at his enormous phallus and was proud. For a while he had seriously wondered if he would ever get his cock functioning in good working order again.
He stroked it carefully several times, carefully contemplating his next move. A sly grin spread across his face as he determined just the right type of act to which he should subject the lovely Wanda.
He gripped her legs firmly with his hands, throwing them over his shoulders. Since he had liked her well rounded ass from the first moment he saw it, he decided that the most sensuous fuck he could receive would be to shove his pecker inside it. Not only that, but he could also accomplish his second objective of hurting her.
As he held her legs firmly in place over his shoulders, he wondered just how many times this beautiful woman had had a hot cock stabbed high and deep inside her rectum.
Jack shoved his body excitedly forward, allowing his rock-hard penis to shove high and deep inside her rectum. He drilled high inside her, sending searing pain racing through her body.
He was not satisfied just to fuck her ass. He had to stab her with motions as intense as he could summon. He drove his blazing prick like a huge battering ram as it shoved inside her repeatedly with devastating impact.
"Now you're really gonna get it, bitch, I'm gonna slam this pecker high inside that ass of yours," he said enthusiastically, "I'm gonna shove it in as high as it will go. I'm going to make you really hurt, I'm gonna make you pay for every remark you made about me. Imagine saying I'm not a man. "Who but a real man would be able to push his prick into you like I'm doing right now. Oh, it's so nice and tight, just made to order for my prick, it's too much, just what I like to do, the ass I like to stab, are you ever made for ass fucking."
With every darting stab he hurt her that much more. She had never been sodomized before in her life. It was an ordeal unlike any she'd ever expect to experience. She experienced scalding pain from his drilling cock stabs.
Her body trembled worse than ever before as he continued to drive his prick with savage force high inside her rectum. He was drilling her asshole with fantastic zeal, and as he did he drew blood inside her.
She was hurting so badly that she almost wished that she were dead rather than confront any more misery from his surging penis. He had gnawed on her tits until they were bloodied and sore, and the burning sensation still remained. But now the main focus of the pain rested in her anus, which was being brutally punished in every way that he knew how.
As he found himself drawing closer to the exalted moment of orgasm, he reached out with his fingers and allowed them to grip her ass cheeks. He pinched them savagely, causing her that much more pain. Wanda wondered if this savage beast was actually going to kill her. If so, she hoped, it would be soon. She would rather have it done quickly than to be subjected to a series of sharp stabbing thrusts from his big stick.
"So you asshole's bleeding," he laughed sadistically, "that's too damned bad. You asked for it, you sure as hell did, you lousy little twat. Nobody ever talks to me the way you did and gets away with it. I'm just not gonna let them."
Now he was driving as fervently as he knew how, thrusting his big pecker high into her ass, causing her all kinds of great discomfort. The more helplessly her body trembled, the better he liked it, and the more he put into his ass stabs.
"Now you're getting a good ride, you lousy little bitch. Now you're really finding what it's like to get fucked," he said. "You only thought you'd been fucked before, but you hadn't been. It took a real man like me shoving his pecker into your asshole to really get the idea cross. I'll fix you, I'll fix all the broads in the world like you. I'll make you a little more humble, make you realize what insignificant little snatches you are."
He was driving ever nearer orgasm, pushing his penis forcefully inside her, enjoying every hot stroke.
"Okay, get ready, you bitch," he gasped. "I'm gonna shoot off my hot stick inside you, I'm gonna spray your asshole, so get ready."
Soon a sea of warm juice shot out of the end of his rod. It traveled high inside her ass.
"Well, it looks like old faithful has sprouted," he laughed. He slapped her on the ass cheeks for added effect.
He looked down at her bloodied anus, then up at her face. He wondered if he ought to take the tape off of her mouth and permit her to blow him. He felt that he would easily be able to shoot off his gun one more time. But he did not trust her. She had delivered a tirade the first time that could have cost him preciously had he not put an end to it when he did.
In addition, he wondered just what he could do that would match or exceed what had just happened. He decided that no sexual act could equal or surpass the thrilling experience he had just been through. Not only had he received a tight fuck, but he also managed to punish the girl he thought was so deserving of painful discipline.
He reached into his coat pocket once more and removed his knife. He knew just how to receive some additional kicks at her expense.
As she continued to lie on her back, her body still trembling from the painful ordeal she had been through, he surged forward. The stinging pain persisted inside her ass from the steady savage thrusts his cock had directed inside it.
He reached out with the knife and began carving a message which started on her left ass cheek. He carved out a four letter word, proceeding calmly as the blood spurted from the cuts he opened as he brought forward the message, When he finished with her left buttock, he admired his handiwork and nodded smilingly.
"Oh, cut out all that crap, cut out all that trembling," he reprimanded her angrily. "You can't even take a little bit of pain. You ought to be absolutely ashamed of yourself."
Her head spun dizzily from the pain to which she had been subjected. It killed her to have to endure something like this.
He went back to work steadily, this time carving out a message on her right ass cheek. On the second occasion the word was only three letters in length.
Once he finished, he nodded commendably. He was very pleased with what he had done, and was silently congratulating himself for displaying such ingenuity.
Wanda lay there trembling and ridden with pain. Her headache had become considerably worse as the pain to which she was subjected became more acute. Her head spun dizzily as she neared collapse.
Jack got up from the bed and picked up his coat. He slipped on the coat, and held his bloody knife in his hand.
"You got what you deserved, you lousy little tramp," he said gruffly as he prepared to leave.
As he reached the bedroom door he took one last look at the message he had spread across her ass cheeks.
On the left buttock was boldly emblazoned the word FUCK. Over on the right the word YOU was spelled out.
"It's too bad you can't see what I wrote about you," he laughed. "So long, bitch."
Jack went into the bathroom and washed the blood off of his knife. He remained proud of himself for the way that he put this woman in her place.
As he left the apartment, Wanda's dizziness reached the climax stage. She fell into unconsciousness as she lay there on the bed, both eyes and mouth covered.
Jack slipped quietly into the street. He got into his car and drove away. Suddenly a feeling of peace surfaced inside him.
It was strange how, in the aftermath of a series of violent acts, he could remain so calm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack's third attack made more waves in the press and on television than any of his preceding attacks.
What had chiefly distinguished the rape of Wanda from those of his preceding two victims was that Wanda required hospitalization. She had been in shock, and the cuts he had opened in her body required medical attention. Several commentators launched into lengthy diatribes concerning the mad beast who must have perpetrated such crimes.
It made Jack chuckle to hear her strong denunciation of him. He regarded them as ignorant souls who were unable to comprehend things from his standpoint.
"You crazy son-of-a-bitch," he laughed at one point as he listened to a local commentator emotionalizing about his savage attacks, "you haven't heard my side. Maybe you wouldn't have the balls to fight back when some bitch called you all kinds of names and told you, you weren't a man, but I do. Nobody's gonna get away with crap like that, particularly some little broad like Wanda."
Jack waited for the publicity to die down and for things to cool off before getting back into circulation. An incredible amount had been said and written about his deeds and he recognized that the police would be out in greater force than ever before to attempt to apprehend the perpetrator of the sex crimes.
Jack finally got tired of laying low and he was again anxious to pursue the adventurous reaches of unexplored pussy.
His quest led him back to where he had started, to the point at which his string of conquests had commenced, the adult theatres. He was sitting in the same Westlake district theatre where he had received the inspiration which ultimately led to the sexual conquest of Gwen, the beautiful U.S.C. coed.
As the film wound its way down toward its stirring climax, Jack watched the screen with great interest as a man and a woman broke a lengthy kiss. They were both nude and dramatically alive, while the man sported a huge erection.
A smile flashed on Jack's face as he observed the man climb over the woman and position his cock just a few inches from her face. He had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next.
His feeling was quickly borne out as the man on the screen allowed his cock to lower downward ever so slowly. He was enjoying every tantalizing movement as his piercing rod pushed that much closer to the woman he loved.
The woman opened her mouth and allowed the hard cock to ooze inside. He allowed the prick to stab repeatedly as it pushed inside with increasing force and accelerating speed.
Jack enjoyed watching the sight before him as the man continued to drill his penis inside the woman's mouth. His body rocked back and forth with scintillating grace as the prick was fed to her with great zeal.
Jack did not get turned on to the point of achieving an erection, but he was nonetheless interested in what he observed. He thought about how he could improve upon the colossal suck that the man was receiving.
He thought about how great it would be to tug with his fingers at the hair of the woman he was throat fucking. He would pull at her hair, or, perhaps instead, let his fingers tug at his ass cheeks. He could also let them unleash themselves at a brutal pace over her tits.
The man ran his fingers softly over the girl's breasts as he continued to allow his cock to plunge and stab inside her mouth. He was working his way eagerly toward climax, the big moment for which he had been waiting.
The spearing movements continued until the warm juice was ultimately unleashed out of the end of his hot peter.
Jack watched with great interest as the juice exploded out of the end of it and into her waiting mouth. She gasped and sputtered as she attempted to hang on to every precious drop of cum.
No sooner did she finish gobbling down his last few drops of sperm than the film ended.
Uproarious applause and loud, enthusiastic whistles greeted the end of the film. That final climactic scene had left the audience clinging to their seats. It had been a great way to end a film.
"Damn, but that guy gave her a great fuck," a man sitting next to Jack remarked.
"That he did. He really knew how to slip that cock around inside her."
"Did he ever."
Jack left the theater. As he got outside, he observed one police car stationed at the curb in front of the theatre and another directly across the street from it. He realized that the stake-out was still very much in effect. It meant that he would have to be very cautious if he wanted to pursue pussy.
As he stood in front of the theatre and lit a cigarette, he observed once more the ticket seller who had replaced Gwen. As he analyzed her features more carefully, he recognized that she was even more beautiful than he had thought upon entering the theatre. He had not wanted to arouse any suspicions when he bought his ticket, so he made it a point not to look at her for any more than a few seconds.
"Now, out of the corner of his eye, he studied her more thoroughly. She was a striking blonde with a stunning breast line. Her lips were thick and smooth, and her eyes an overpoweringly lovely shade of green.
As the theatre continued to empty at a quick rate, the last feature having been shown for the evening, Jack observed a gray -haired man walking toward the ticket booth. He immediately recognized him as the manager of the theatre.
"How did it go tonight, Alice?" the theater manager smiled. Jack made it a point to overhear every word.
"Fine, thank you," she nodded. "I'm learning the ropes."
"You finished for the night?"
"Yes, I am, Gil."
"Good. I was planning on having a cup of coffee down the street. Would you care to join me?"
"Yes, I think I'd like that."
"Then let's go."
Before the striking blonde was able to leave the booth, Jack headed quickly for the same familiar restaurant where he had first studied Gwen at length. He wanted to have the opportunity to do the same with Alice, the beautiful ticket seller.
As he opened the door and entered the restaurant, he noticed that it was doing a fairly brisk business. The difference between the last time, when it had been practically dead, and now, stemmed from the throng of theatre patrons who had come there for coffee after the last show ended.
Jack noticed some familiar faces sipping coffee at the counter and in booths, including the man who had sat next to him inside the theatre.
Jack sat down at an empty place at the counter. He recognized the young man who stepped forward to wait on him as the same one who had tried unsuccessfully to get Gwen to go out with him.
"Good evening, sir," the young man said as he materialized in front of him wearing his clean white uniform.
"Hello, there."
"What'll it be?"
"Cup of coffee."
"Anything else?"
"No, just coffee."
"'very good. Coming right up."
The young man placed a coffee cup and saucer in front of Jack. He picked up a piping hot container of coffee pouring some of its contents into the cup.
"Any cream or sugar?" the man asked helpfully.
"No thanks. I like it black."
"'very good," the young man smiled. "If I can help you with anything else, sir, just let me know."
"Thank you," Jack said.
No sooner had the young man walked away than the door opened and Alice walked in with Gil, the manager of the theatre. Jack did his best to make himself inconspicuous as he watched her.
He liked the graceful air with which she walked. She reminded him of some kind of royalty. She sat down at the counter some four or five stools away from him. Gil sat down next to her.
"Well, if it isn't Alice and Gil," the young man smiled. "To what do we owe this great pleasure?"
"We're thirsty for coffee, that's what, Jerry," Gil smiled.
"Coming right up. Anything else?"
"Yeah, I could use a doughnut," Gil said. He turned to Alice and said, "How about you?"
"Yes, I can use a doughnut too."
Jerry served them the coffee and doughnuts.
They took several sips, then chatted casually about business at the theatre while Jerry waited on a new customer. Once he finished waiting on the new customer, he returned to talk to Alice and Gil.
"Say, have you heard anything more about Gwen?" Jerry asked Gil.
Jack's ears immediately perked up upon mention of Gwen's name. Butterflies began to churn in his stomach. He anxiously wondered what would be said about the U.S.C. coed he had raped.
"No, things are pretty much the same as they were the last time you asked," Gil shook his head sadly.
"Have you seen her since then?" Jerry asked. "Yes, I saw her yesterday."
"Did you tell her I said hello?"
"Yes I did. She's in very poor spirits though, Jerry."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Is she still going to the psychiatrist regularly?"
"Definitely. But she's not getting out of the house much aside from that. Even then she won't do that on her own. Somebody from her family has to take her there."
"It's such a tragic shame," Alice shook her head. "She must be a wonderful girl. Too bad I never got to know her."
"She's absolutely great, Alice," Gil said.
"She was such a quiet, sweet girl. So dedicated. So determined to get that degree and go out and teach. I guess all it takes is one sick son-of-abitch to ruin everything."
"I'd sure like to get my hands on the bastard that did it," Jerry said angrily. "A guy like that isn't fit for anything. He deserves to be strangled."
"He's got to be awfully sick to do something like that to a fine girl," Alice shook her head.
"When do you suppose she'll be able to return to school?" Jerry asked.
"It's impossible to say, Jerry, about things like that," Gil explained carefully. "With these psychiatric problems, it's one of those things that you just have to play by ear. I talked with the psychiatrist who's assigned to her case. That's just about what he told me. A very competent fellow, a very good man. But he told me that there's an awful lot they can't do that will just have to be done by her. Quite frankly, the shock of all this just scared the poor girl stiff."
"What a shame," Jerry shook his head helplessly. "And she was getting close-to that degree."
"I know, that hurts," Gil acknowledged. "It'll probably be quite a while now before she's ever able to go back to school. And even then, I don't know how long it would take her to develop enough confidence to get out into the world and start teaching. This left a terrible impact on her. You see, if she had been even more experienced sexually, it probably wouldn't have affected her quite this badly. But since she wasn't, it really made an impact. She's scared of every guy she knows."
"I hope they find that creep and throw the key away," Alice said solemnly.
It felt strange to Jack to hear these people talking about him. It made him feel a little funny to know that he had caused Gwen that much misfortune. But, he had felt a necessity at that time to have sex with her and he did not regret doing what he had done.
Jerry went off to wait on some new customers. Alice and Gil both lapsed into silence. The tragic nature of the conversation they had had concerning the plight of poor Gwen had taken an edge off of what had previously been a cheefuul discussion.
Gil finally wolfed down the remainder of his coffee with one final swig. Jerry observed the empty coffee cup and came forward with a coffee pot.
"How about a refill, Gil?"
"No thanks, I've got to be getting home to the wife and kids," Gil waved him off getting up from his stool. "Besides, my old lady would be jealous knowing I was sipping coffee with a beautiful gal who worked for me."
"I don't know if she would be," Alice laughed.
"You don't know her like I do."
Gil paid for the coffee and doughnuts. He took care of both his own bill and Alice's.
"Goodnight, folks," he waved as he walked off.
"Bye, Gil," Alice said. "Thanks and see you tomorrow night."
"Right."
"Goodnight, Gil," Jerry said, "and thanks."
Gil left the restaurant. Alice finished off her cup of coffee a few seconds later.
"How about a refill?" Jerry asked.
"No thanks, I'd better be going."
"What if I told you that the refill was on the house?" Jerry smiled.
"Then I guess I could stay for one more cup."
"Good, that's what I was hoping you'd say."
He poured her a piping hot cup of coffee. As Jack let his eyes wander around the restaurant, he noticed that considerably fewer customers remained than when he entered. Most of them had had one cup of coffee and had gone home.
At that point, Jack finished his own cup. Jerry immediately spotted the empty coffee cup and walked over briskly to him.
"Another?" he smiled.
"Yes, please."
Jerry refilled his cup, then went back to Alice. Jack noticed that he had the same kind of expression on his face that had been there when he talked to Gwen on the other occasion that he had been in the restaurant.
"How do you like the new job?" Jerry asked.
"Once in a while I run into a customer who turns out to be a pest," she shrugged, "but on the whole, it's pretty easy. It's a job, I'm paid to do it, so I work at it to the best of my ability."
"I guess that's the best attitude to have. That's the way I look at this job here. What night do you have off?" Jerry looked at her enthusiastically.
"I work a staggered shift. This week it's Thursday."
"How about that," he laughed. "That's my day off too. How would you like to have dinner with me that night?"
"Sorry, but I can't," she shook her head sympathetically but firmly.
"Why not?" his chin dropped with disappointment.
"I've got things I have to take care of that night. I have a lot of running around to do. Things that I can't take care of except on my day and night off."
"You really can't spare any time that night?"
"Sorry, but I can't."
Jerry nodded disappointedly, trying to accept his defeat philosophically.
As he walked away to wait on some other customers at the end of the counter, Jack looked over toward Alice. At first she avoided his glance. Finally, her eyes just happened to focus in his direction. As they met his, he beamed a happy smile.
"Good evening," he said.
"Hello," she said unenthusiastically.
"You work at the theatre down the street, don't you?" he asked.
"That's right."
"You looked awfully familiar."
"I should, I remember selling you a ticket tonight."
"So you do, so you do," he laughed. "You're drinking that cup of coffee awfully fast. How about letting me buy you the next one."
"I've got to be going."
"Can't you stick around for one more and chat a little?"
"No, I've got to be going."
"Oh, come on."
"Look, mister whatever your name is," she looked at him coldly.
"My name's Jack," he smiled.
"Frankly, I don't give a damn what your name is. I was trying to be diplomatic, but since you wouldn't let me, I guess I'll have to level with you. I'm not interested in your conversation or in having you buy me a cup of coffee. I work at the theatre, I sell tickets, and that's it. I don't know why so many of you guys think I ought to be a bosom friend of yours just because I happen to sell you tickets. It's just strictly a job and that's it," she told him.
"No need to get sore about it."
"I wasn't, until you started bugging me," she said coldly.
Jack's entire body was filled with anger. He couldn't stand having a beautiful woman like this talk to him in such a way. He had resolved that he would not permit any such belittling of him by women. It was a rule he had stuck by hard and fast. Now that this beautiful woman was treating him in such a way, he recognized that he would have to teach her a lesson.
On top of that, he was sexually intrigued by her. She possessed a beautiful form and a striking face. He wondered what it would be like to look at her undressed. To run his hot hands over her body.
He jumped up from his stool without even finishing his coffee.
"In a hurry?" Jerry asked. He had not overheard any of the conversation that had taken place between Jack and Alice.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jack said.
He paid for the coffee and left. Alice stared vacantly ahead, never again looking at him. She was convinced that she had ridded herself of an other pest.
Little did she realize what Jack had in store for her.
CHAPTER NINE
Jack followed Alice home that evening.
She lived in an apartment on Mt. Washington. While Jack made his way up through the hills, he thought that he observed a police car following not far behind. Struck with fear, he immediately made a left turn, heading away from her apartment and down toward the heart of the city.
He let out a sigh of relief as he observed the police car follow behind that driven by Alice. He caught on to what was happening. Apparently, the police had taken to following some of the girls home in the wake of the rape attacks. It made sense that they would pick somebody like Alice to follow in that, as a result of her beauty, she would be viewed in their eyes as prime bait for a rapist.
Although he was not able to get a view of the apartment where she lived on that particular evening, Jack jotted down all of the pertinent information relating to the area. He decided that he would have to do a good deal of homework on his own to determine precisely where she lived.
As he drove toward home, he decided against tailing Alice anymore in the evening. He could see that it was too risky. He only hoped that the policeman had not taken down his license number. Fortunately for him, he thought, during much of the ride there were other cars also on the street. That would serve to divert attention away from him. Also, by turning when he did, perhaps he had removed any cloak of suspicion that would otherwise have been hanging over his head.
He knew that it would be risky to continue following her, but he was not about to stop then. As difficult as it might be to pull of a sexual escapde involving Alice, he was not about to shirk the challenge. She had finally antagonized him by her attitude. She had treated him as no more than an insignificant little termite who was in her way. She had been cold and unsympathetic to this wishes, and he would not forget it.
His mind reflected back to Wanda, a girl who had taken it upon herself to tell him off. He remembered how thoroughly he had humiliated her, how totally he had dominated her with his brutal fucks. He was determined to dominate Alice and make her the same type of victim.
Alice dominated his thoughts for the next few days. During that time he did nothing, deciding that it would be best to let things cool for a short time. His close scrape with the police had caused hin to act with greater caution.
Finally, he set out one morning to locate her apartment. He retraced the route that he had taken that evening in following her home. When he saw no police cars around, he proceeded down the street he had turned off of in order to elude the police.
He continued on that same street for better than a mile, being unable to locate any signs of her car. He gave up the effort, but remained determined to try again, and succeed in locating her whereabouts.
That night as he sat before his television with a can of beer in his hand, Jack contemplated going to the theatre and making an effort to follow her home. Every time he thought about her and the way that she had humiliated him, the more burning his desire became to gain revenge.
As he thought about such a course of action, however, he realized how foolish he would be to attempt such a move. Thoughts of the police car lights shining behind him loomed before him once again. He remembered how scared he had become. All they would have to do was take down his license. From that they would be able to obtain his identity and address. He could not take such a risk.
He had to work the next day, but that would not prevent him from driving into the Mt. Washington area on his way home from work. Perhaps somehow he would be able to locate a clue concerning where she lived.
Once more he drove up the street that he had been forced to turn off of when he observed the police car. He drove up and down the street twice, becoming discouraged over his lack of results.
With great frustration, he turned down a side street. It led into a larger street, one which ran parallel to the main street where he had followed her that evening.
He drove for two blocks and was totally unsuccessful. Just as he was about to give up and head for home, Jack's attention was seized by the appearance of a blue Ford backing out of the driveway of an apartment building.
He slowed down so that he would be roughly even with the car at the time that it pulled out of the driveway. He remembered that Alice had been driving a blue Ford the evening that he had followed her home from the theatre.
He tried to pull even with her without making himself appear conspicuous. He did not, at all costs, want her to see him. He could not afford to arouse any undue suspicions. Little did he realize at the time that Alice had completely forgotten him. She had not had a very good look at him that evening anyway, just enough to recognize him when she saw him again in the restaurant. But since she had been forced to ward off a number of passes while working behind the window of the theatre and having coffee at the restaurant, rebuffs had become second nature to her and the men she turned down became no more than faceless masks.
He moved past the driveway just as she was turning out of it. He was overjoyed when he observed Alice's beautiful face. She did not even look his way.
Jack kept on driving till the end of the block. He pulled his car to a stop and waited for Alice's Ford to vanish from sight. Then he turned around and drove back toward the apartments.
He stopped several doors from the apartment building and got out of his car. He looked around meticulously, making certain that there was nobody in view. He walked back to the apartment building and proceeded in through the glass door which led toward the units.
His eyes continued to dart back and forth as he remained on the lookout for anybody that might be observing him. Finding no one, he walked until he located the apartment directory.
His eyes quickly scanned up and down the list of names. They finally froze on a name Alice Phillips, Apartment Five. Since she was the only Alice listed on the entire directory, he concluded that she had to be the one.
He made a mental note of her apartment number and walked away. A triumphant smile surfaced on his lips. At the very time when he thought it was all over, the point at which he was beginning to think that he would not be able to find her, fate had intervened on his side. He had seen her pulling out of her driveway. Now he would be able to take the step forward that he had spent so many hours thinking about and rehearsing in his mind.
Jack spent most of the next two weekends in the Mt. Washington area trying to track down Alice's movements. The first Saturday when he had launched his investigation, he observed her driving home at eleven in the morning.
He watched her maneuver her car into the driveway and down into the subterranean garage. He watched her emerge from the garage and walk toward her apartment. He observed that she was wearing black leotard tights.
He concluded that perhaps she went to a dancing class of some type. He wondered how early she arose to go to the class.
The following Saturday, he was parked across the street from the apartment building at eight o'clock. He wanted to find out the exact time at which she left to go to her lesson. He thought that an early hour of the morning might be the proper time to make his move. For one thing, there would not be a great likelihood of other people being up in the early hours. From the looks of things, it was a sleepy neighborhood. The inhabitants apparently liked to sleep in on Saturday morning, Jack was happy to observe.
At eight fifteen sharp, he observed her car pulling out of the driveway. He made a notation on a piece of paper. He watched her drive away. Jack was happy to discern that things were gradually beginning to take shape in the manner that he hoped they would.
"Now I'm getting somewhere," he said aloud to himself as he drove away.
He was parked outside the apartment building at the same time the following Saturday. This time he was a little more nervous than he had been on the other occasions. He was planning to make his move that day.
At eight o'clock Jack got out of his car and walked toward the apartment building. He made it a point to enter by the side, the entrance which was least used.
He stationed himself just around the corner from her apartment. He was happy that she lived in the end apartment, one that had only one immediate neighbor, and that one located a fair distance away.
He stood there poised and ready to strike. He felt like some kind of rattlesnake preparing to unleash himself upon an unsuspecting victim. He began getting fidgety as he waited for her.
He could hear the sound of music playing from a radio inside her apartment. He then heard the sound of water. He envisioned her splashing in the shower, getting her morning circulation flowing through contact with the warm water.
Inside the apartment, Alice was taking a quick shower prior to going out. She had a date that evening, something that was becoming an increasingly rarer experience for her.
Her husband, the only man she had truly loved in all of her twenty-three years of life, had died only six months earlier from a fatal automobile mishap. Although she loved him deeply, she hated the way he had made a living as a professional automobile race driver. She always entertained a morbid fear that he would lose his life someday in a race. It crushed her when her fear became a reality.
Now she was trying to pick up the pieces of a shattered life. She could not work up an interest in most of the men that she dated. On most occasions she would go out with them once, then no more. She worked several nights a week at the theatre, and worked during the day as a door-to door Avon saleslady. Between the two jobs, she was managing to secure a decent living. Now all she needed was a little spark to liven up her life once more. Since her husband had died, no such spark remained.
Unknown to her, excitement lurked outside her door but it was not the kind of excitement she would have wanted to have injected into her life.
She got out of the shower and dried herself off. She then slipped into her leotards. That morning when the alarm had awakened her at seven o'clock, she had dozed several times before getting up. She had worked at the theatre the night before and had thought about not going to her lesson at all.
She was the type of person who disciplined herself, however, and she finally concluded that she had a duty to herself to keep up her figure and health by going to the ballet lesson.
She did not realize at that point just how costly her decision would be. It would have been much better for her had she decided to sleep in and skip her lesson that day. As she turned off the radio inside the apartment, preparing to leave, Jack reached nervously inside his pocket and prepared to pull out his knife.
He sensed that she would soon be coming out the door. Just as she was getting ready to pick up her purse and leave, she decided that she had a few more minutes. Alice, whose motto was never to waste a minute, decided that she had sufficient time to make her bed. She made it up, whistling a tune as she did. She was trying as best she could to instill happiness in herself, even though there was still a tremendous vacuum in her life as a result of the death of her husband.
She walked toward the door. As Jack observed it opening, he got ready to make his lunge. He decided that the only safe approach to take would be that of waiting until she moved toward the garage. He would then seize her from behind, inserting the knife against her back. He could not risk having her see him.
As she locked the door behind her and moved off toward the left, he pushed forward. He made certain to walk steathily so that she would not be able to hear his footsteps as he approached.
Fortunately for Jack, she was not walking too swiftly. That way he did not have to risk being heard as he trailed behind her. He caught her from behind just as he had planned it, throwing his left hand over her mouth and inserting the knife against her back with his right.
"You let out one sound or make one false move and you're as good as dead," he whispered menacingly.
She stood there in frozen silence as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some adhesive tape. His first move with the tape was to seal off her mouth. He then reached into his pocket a second time and pulled out another piece of tape. This time he slipped it across her eyes.
"Now, turn around," he commanded. "No funny stuff, I'm warning you. We're going back into your apartment. You do what I say and you'll live. You buck me and you won't."
With that solemn reminder, she moved toward the apartment with Jack walking directly behind, continuing to hold the knife against her back.
CHAPTER TEN
Jack led Alice immediately into the bedroom. She cringed with fear as he continued to hold the knife against her back.
He stopped her as she was standing next to the bed.
"Now you can undress, you little slut, take off every stitch of clothing," he said in a tone filled with contempt.
He threw his coat over a chair and got ready to watch the action. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his still soft cock, which he looked forward to getting good and hard. His eyes remained riveted on her beautiful form.
With great reluctance her trembling fingers went to work on her leotards, which she slowly climbed out of.
"Don't be so modest, you little bitch," he said. "Speed it up. I don't have all day. Get out of those clothes, because I want to fuck you."
Alice finally slipped out of the leotards. She was down to her panties and bra. He loved looking at her beautiful form. It was just the kind of breathtaking sight he loved to fasten his eyes on.
The longer he feasted his eyes on her body, the more impressed he became. Her huge voluptuous breasts were enough to make his eyes pop out. Her legs were wonderfully trim, while her skin was of a creamy texture, the kind he dreamed of running his fingers against.
"Now take the rest of those godamned clothes off," he said impatiently as she stood there shaking. She hated to confront the prospect of having to strip for this terrible man. "I said start stripping, you bitch. You give me any crap by delaying some more and you've had it."
The thing that made her take notice more than anything else was the tone of his voice. She could tell from the deep tenor of hatred within it that he would be capable of hurting her if she did not placate his wishes.
A great wave of embarrassment filled her body as she undid her bra and threw it to the floor. She hater undressing before a strange man, particularly one she hated, and one she was not even to see.
"That's sure a beautiful set of tits you've got there," he laughed. "I'm gonna play with those knobs, treat them like I own them. Yes, baby, we're gonna have loads of fun in that bed in just a few seconds. But come on now and don't be ashamed of yourself. You're just showing me your beautiful body, that's all. Now finish the job and get out of those panties. If you don't get out of them yourself, then I'll pull them off for you."
She was mortified at the thought of this terrible beast of a man touching her. She would rather undress herself than subject herself to his hot and undeniably hungry hands. Maybe he would get around to manhandling her later, but she was not about to give him any encouragement along the way.
She slid the panties down her legs quickly wanting to get the unpleasant chore over with as fast as possible.
Once she stepped out of her panties he smiled erotically and examined the beautiful body which stood just a few feet away from him.
"You've sure got a nice golden-haired pussy," he laughed. "I'll just bet you're gonna be happy when I shove my prick into it, if that's what I decide to do. But maybe I'll do something else. There are so many things to do with a beautiful chick like you. It's hard to know just where to start."
Jack walked slowly toward her. His cock was still not hard, but he had passed the point of worrying about such things. He knew the answer. All it took was a little violence and he was there.
"Think I'll put this body in bed where it belongs," he laughed. "But first I'm gonna have me a little fun with it."
She cringed as he let his hands drop down between her legs. He looked down at hose luscious golden pubic hairs and the red mound which lay invitingly beneath them.
He allowed his fingers to travel tantalizingly over those hairs and inside that mound. She gritted her teeth in helpless anger. She only wished that she possessed the power and the opportunity to put this terrible beast in his place.
He toyed with her box for a short period of time, then removed his fingers altogether from her mound.
"Now to put you to bed like a good girl," he laughed sarcastically.
She felt his fingers clamp tightly around her arms. With one quick tug of his wrists he threw her down on top of the bed, where she landed with a loud thud.
"Now I've got you where I want you," he said happily.
He reached with his right hand and slapped her several times across the face. He would deliver a forehand one way then come back with a backhand the other way. She gasped helplessly, unable to cry out for help.
All it took were a, few violent slaps and his cock had attained full erection. He decided that it was time to take off the tape around her mouth. He had some ideal uses to which he could put that mouth.
Jack decided before making his move to take what he viewed as necessary precautions. So he picked up his knife and placed it against her throat.
A bolt of terror shot through her body the moment that the knife was held against her throat. She was afraid that this madman would slit her throat right then and there.
"Just listen to me and I won't kill you," he said. "That's a knife that's sliding against that cute little throat of yours, bitch, so let that be a lesson to you. I'm gonna slip off this tape. I'm gonna take it off of your mouth. You just better keep that little mouth of yours shut, even with that tape off. You don't and it's curtains for you."
A petrified Alice lay there in terror. She felt the tape being removed from her mouth.
"Now you just better damned well keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you," he said.
"If you want me to keep my mouth shut, then why did you remove this tape?" she asked.
"Because I want to utilize that mouth of yours. I've got some nice little surprises in store for it."
She cringed at his revelation. Alice hated the prospects of being debauched by this corrupt and satanic barbarian.
"I got the quaintest little exercise for a chick like you," he laughed sardonically, "it involves the mouth and it's called cock sucking. How does that grab you?"
"Please not that. Please don't force me to have sex with you."
"Why the hell do you think I showed up here? To watch Captain Kangaroo?"
"I'll tell you what," she said, her voice trembling with urgency. "I'll give you money, I'll do whatever you want me to aside from this. Take whatever you want, take anything you think will bring you money, but please don't put me through this."
"I came to fuck you and that's precisely what I'm going to do."
"Please don't."
"I'm getting sick and tired of your lip," he said angrily.
Jack reached out and grabbed her by the hair. He shoved his hot body forward and allowed his throbbing penis to enter inside her mouth. At first he worked it around at the outer edges of her mouth, preferring to let the sex act evolve on a gradual basis.
"I'm shoving this hot dick down your throat," he growled. "You just better eat it and love it. Eat every solitary inch of the thing, or I'll grab that knife and slit your goddamned throat."
His fingers continued to clutch her hair tightly, pulling and tugging as he sent waves of pain shooting through her whole body. Her nerves felt like they were going to give way at any instance. Maybe he had taken the adhesive tape off her mouth but she was still not at liberty to speak. His huge prick was ramming so high and deep into her that she had no opportunity.
She had him so aroused that he could not hold back the floodtide of passions inside him. He already felt his balls beginning to tingle with pre-orgasmic titillation. He was like a volcanic inferno ready to be unleashed at any second. The juices were stored up inside him and he prepared to let loose a flooding avalanche of semen inside her.
"I'm going to keep pulling this hair just to remind you who's boss," he growled.
As his body continued to fling back and forth with wild enthusiasm, he thought about the way she had talked to him in the restaurant. She had looked at him as if he had been the most insignificant little clown on the face of the earth. He would not tolerate such arrogance in a woman. She had a lesson to learn, and he would administer it with every forceful ounce of energy at his disposal.
"I'm going to be flooding this mouth pretty soon," he warned her, continuing to tug hard at her hair, "you just better eat every drop of it and like it, because I have a lot of pride in my juice. I can shoot with the best of them, and it gives me great delight to fuck this mouth of yours."
His devastating surges continued as he propelled his body forward with short, stabbing, brutal thrusts. He was simmering on the edge of orgasm as his hard and thick penis drove forcefully high inside her mouth. Now the edge of his prick was lodged against her throat.
"Oh, that feels good, so good," he said, "now I can feel the load coming on, I can really feel it."
Some tiny droplets of cum materialized out of the end of his penis. They were the prelude to the fantastic orgasm that he knew would be following shortly.
It was not enough just to be sucked off by her. He had to literally demolish her with his huge cock, to teach once and for all who was boss in the sex relationship between a man and woman. He could still hear her telling him in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in him. He was making her pay for that, along with experiencing great sexual thrills from his stabbing phallus movements.
Now he was ablaze with energy, his prick spearing at a fantastic clip as he got set to unleash his hot load of white juice inside her mouth.
"Get ready for the big load, bitch," he warned.
He held on tightly to her hair and thrust his huge prick forward one more time. He let out a loud gasp as the hot stream of juice shot out of the end of his rod, spurting at a voluminous clip inside her mouth.
"Take it, you tramp, take every drop of it and swallow it," he ordered her brusquely.
Although Alice hated the prospects of having to swallow his cum, she saw no other way out. She gulped and gasped, but stuck with every drop, swallowing the hot white liquid. , "That's it, you're smart enough to know that I mean business," he nodded.
Now that his cock had been satisfied, Jack felt a contentment that had not been there before. The more he thought however, the madder he continued to be at his victim. He decided that more would have to be done to fully teach er the lesson he felt compelled to convey. "I've got a few more surprises for you before I'm through."
"You animal, you lousy rotten animal," she erupted loudly.
"Enough of that," he slapped her across the face.
The moment that the brisk slap landed, she began to sob. He grabbed a piece of adhesive tape from his coat pocket and slipped it back over her mouth.
"Now maybe you'll keep your damned mouth shut," he said.
Suddenly he became intrigued at the sight of her shiny white ass cheeks. The next thing he knew his fingers were pressed against the solid but pliant flesh. He spent the next few minutes pinching her ass cheeks. He then decided that it would be good to move on to something else. He took his open hands and began to deliver hot slaps against her ass cheeks.
It excited him no end to hear the contact of hand meeting flesh. The sharp resistant popping sound caused his cock to harden once more. Soon it stood out every bit as tall as it had been when he made her suck him off.
The harder he got, the faster his hands were disposed toward working. He attacked her flesh with relentless zeal, allowing his open hand to slap at them until they turned a bright shade of crimson from the devastating attack to which they had been subjected.
Now his heart was beating at a frenzied pace. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He just had to punish this woman some more. Hate dominated him as he reached out and grabbed her by the hair.
With a show of brute force he tugged at her hair and threw her off of the bed, where she landed with a resounding thud on the floor. He enjoyed watching her groveling on the floor helplessly, attempting to call out but thwarted by the adhesive tape. At one point she reached to make a grab at the tape.
"Now, now, you don't do that," he said, grabbing her hands.
She continued to struggle, fearing that her life might hang in the balance.
"You keep that up and I'll slit your throat right now," he said.
His solemn warning caused her to cease her efforts. He reached over and grabbed his knife, which he held against her throat.
"I guess you can get the point, my love," he said sarcastically, "if you hand me any shit, you're going to have this lovely little throat of yours cut into all kinds of teensy weensy little pieces."
He turned her over on her stomach. Now he had her precisely where he wanted her. He held the knife against her throat one more time, just to caution her about what she could expect if she handed him any lip or did anything to fight.
He reached into his coat pocket, this time pulling out a cigarette lighter. As she lay, her body cringing on the floor in a state of utter helplessness, he pressed down on the lighter and let the hot fire burn angrily against her left buttock. Once he finished with it, he reversed the procedure, allowing the hot fires to burn her right buttock.
"Burn baby, burn," he laughed loudly.
Her body was still trembling with frantic pain as he released the lighter from her ass cheek. He slipped it back in his pocket, then slipped his knife once more against her throat.
"Now if you keep your mouth shut, if you don't try anything, I'll walk out of her and leave you alone," he told her.
Never had such words meant as much as they did to her at that moment. She decided against fighting him anymore. She had been planning to resist, feeling that perhaps he would kill her anyway. Now she decided to gamble and give him a chance to leave.
Jack zipped up his trousers, just noticing at that point that he had orgasmed a second time. He had become so excited at torturing her with the cigarette lighter that apparently he had shot and had not even known it. It was the first time anything like that had ever happened to him.
He recognized that he had to be in some kind of trance in order for him not to even remember something as wonderful as an orgasm.
As he slipped on his coat and prepared to leave, a feeling of triumph swept through him.
He felt that he had made the ultimate use of his opportunity. He had achieved something of great significance, namely bringing to earth a haughty dame who had the never to put him down as they talked at a restaurant.
Now all he had to do was make it back to his car and drive away. He was a little upset over the fact that, for the first time since he had begun attacking the girls, he was forced into making a getaway during the day. He much preferred slinking off late at night when the darkness was serving as his constant ally.
"So long, you snotty little bitch," he said as he left the room.
As he reached the front room, Jack decided that he would exit around the back end of the apartment building. That way he would come out at an alleyway, after which he would walk one block out of his way back to his car.
He walked swiftly toward the back alley. Just as he was about to reach it, he observed a white -haired old lady walking toward a trash barrel. Fortunately for him she was looking the other way. He slipped around the side of the garage anyway just to make certain that she did not get a look at him.
Now he was walking down the alley heading toward his car. As he was walking past another apartment building, he observed a football land several feet in front of him. The appearance of the football scared him. It meant that somebody would come out to pick it up, thereby getting a good look at him. He did not want even a young child to see his face, or be able to later help in establishing his presence in the vicinity of the apartment where Alice Phillips lived. He stopped in his tracks and wondered what to do. He knew he had to make his move quickly. Finally he decided to duck behind some trash cans which were perched by the side of a garage.
Quickly and stealthily he slipped his body next to the trash cans. He leaned his head forward and observed two young boys running into the alley. One of them picked up the ball. He had a disgusted look on his face and he shook his head as he walked back toward the yard from which he had come.
"You threw that ball a mile over my head," the boy holding the ball, looked at his friend and chastised.
"You're crazy," the friend said, "you just can't catch."
"You'll sure never make a Joe Namath that way," the boy holding the ball shook his head once more.
"You're just making excuses because you can't catch."
"You're nuts."
"You can't catch, you big jerk."
Jack watched the boys disappear into the yard. As he walked back into the alley, he thought about walking the other way to avoid any chance of detection by the boys who would be playing in the yard as he walked past. As he looked back the other way, however, he realized that such a route would also be wrought with danger. A man stood in the alleyway washing his car. The man would have a much better chance of obtaining a good look at him than would the boys.
Consequently, he decided that he had better walk in the same direction that he had been proceeding in before stopping for the boys.
He walked past them quickly. He held his breath, hoping that the ball would not come flying into the alley again. He heaved a sigh of relief as he walked past without any problems. They were so involved playing catch and arguing about the Los Angeles Rams professional football team that they were not even aware that anybody else was around.
Jack finally made it to the street. He kept on walking briskly back toward the car. Although he was extra eager to get into it and drive away, he recognized that walking too fast would tend to create suspicion in the minds of people who might see him from a distance.
He got into the car and drove away. All in all, he thought, he had pulled things off about as well as he could. He realized that there had been dangers in slipping down the alley and walking out of his way. There was always the outside chance that his victim could immediately call someone to her aid who would in turn rush out of the apartment building and attempt to locate the criminal.
He also recognized the dangers of working in broad daylight. He had learned his lesson he thought, as he drove away. From there on out, he would work exclusively in the evening.
The only thing that had caused him to abandon his regular routine this time was his fervent determination to victimize this particular girl. She had talked to him in such a manner that he was possessed by a burning desire to attack her.
Now that the police were as heavily involved as they were in his case, he knew that he would have to work for any break that he received. He would have to be extremely witty if he hoped to continue achieving successes as a rapist.
He was still nervous and had picked up a powerful thirst as he made it back to the heart of Los Angeles. He decided to stop at a beer bar and have something to relax him and quench his thirst.
The bar had just opened and a man with long, gray hair and a round moonlike face greeted him from behind the bar.
"Good morning," the man said.
"Hi," Jack nodded, sliding on to the stool. "You're a little early," the man chuckled. "Too early to be served?" Jack looked up at him.
"No, no, my friend," he laughed. "I don't mean that. I mean it's too early to be served by one of my bouncy bikini barmaids. My morning girl is supposed to start right now, but she called to say she'd be an hour late. Claimed that she had to call a doctor for her sick little boy, but I know different. She shaked up with her boyfriend for the night and didn't wake up in time."
"These things happen."
"What'll it be?"
"Draught beer. Glass of draught."
The man nodded, scratched his head reflectively, and walked over to the nearest tap. There he drew a full glass of draught beer for Jack which he sat in front of him.
A very thirsty Jack picked up he glass and devoured almost half of its contents with one thrust.
"Looks like you're mighty thirsty," the man laughed.
"You might say that."
"I had the radio on a few minutes while I was getting the place ready for business. Damned rapist that's been bugging all the women struck again."
"You don't say?" Jack looked at him in astonishment. He wondered what other details the man would reveal.
"Yeah, no kidding."
"When did it happen?"
"This morning. Just a little while ago. I caught a bulletin on the radio that told about it."
"Damned shame," Jack said. He then proceeded to take another long sip from the glass.
"It happened not far from here, as a matter-of-fact. The poor gal. They had to take her to the hospital. She got burned somehow by this freak."
"That's really too bad."
"You know something. Even though my wife's anything but beautiful, I'm even afraid to leave her in the house alone at night. With nuts like this running around, there's no telling what might happen."
Jack downed the rest of his beer.
"I'll have another one," he said.
"Yeah, you are thirsty."
Jack watched the man draw a fresh beer. He set it in front of him, after which he went back to the conversation.
"What do you figure makes a guy want to do things like that?" the man shook his head perplexedly.
"'Do what?" Jack looked up.
"I mean what makes a guy want to rape women. He's got to be pretty sick as far as I'm concerned."
"I don't know. I really don't. Maybe he's pissed off about something," Jack said. Suddenly, he was becoming very uncomfortable talking about himself.
"What do you suppose a guy like that would be mad at?" the jovial man asked.
"The whole world," Jack shrugged.
"I guess that's it," the man laughed. "I guess these guys are mad at the whole world. At least the women in it anyway."
"I guess so. But I don't know anybody like that myself, so it's hard for me to say."
"I've know a few crumbs in my day, but nobody like that. We're both lucky that we don't know anybody like that."
"I guess so," Jack said, tightly.
He finished his beer quickly and left. His thirst had been quenched, but as far as he was concerned conversation had dried up. He did not care to engage in any more soul searching with himself with a conversational bartender.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jack decided to visit an adult theatre in the San Fernando Valley.
The reason for his changing locales was that things were getting much too hot in the central Los Angeles area. Every time that he drove in the vicinity of the theatre that he had visited in the Westlake district, or the one where he went downtown, he saw at least one police car. Apparently, the police were intensifying their efforts in an attempt to apprehend him.
As far as the media was concerned, he was reading and hearing more and more about his exploits. With the hospitalization of his fourth victim, Alice Phillips, who was being treated for burns and general shock, the community reached a state of outrage. The police remained more determined than ever to apprehend the person involved with the crimes.
It was a brisk and windy late evening in North Hollywood as Jack came walking out of the theatre. He had just seen the final feature of the last show.
He reached the sidewalk and lit a cigarette. His eyes wandered toward the ticket window where he spotted a beautiful red -haired Ann Sullivan getting ready to leave for the evening. He was immediately attracted to her, and wondered what she would be like naked and in bed.
He wanted to follow her home. It had been better than a week since his last sex adventure with Alice Phillips and he was getting eager, for new activity. But he also recognized the degree of caution he would have to maintain in that the police were busily at work. He looked around and observed a police car parked at the corner a half block away.
He silently bemoaned their appearance. He felt in the mood for adventure that evening, and did not want to be thwarted in his pursuit. He was not about to take the risk of being caught, however, even if he might have been steamed up and ready for action. Not that he had a hard-on, but that would come later. After he had succeeded in beating his victim up a little.
Just as he was getting ready to walk away and try some other time to victimize the attractive young redhead, circumstances intervened on his side. The two officers parked in the car near the theater got a call to investigate a reported burglary in a residential district several blocks away.
As Jack watched the car speed off, his face lit up in a smile. It meant that perhaps he was not through for the night after all. Just maybe he would be able to go to bed with young Ann Sullivan anyway. He could already see her undressed and standing before him. He could already feel his fingers caressing, then later pinching, her firm breasts.
He decided to wait in the shadows of the corner where the policemen had been parked in the car. His eyes continued to remain fastened on Ann Sullivan.
He finally observed the light go off in the ticket window. Seconds later, Ann Sullivan emerged. The beat of his heart began to quicken as he watched her walking toward him. Since his car was parked in the lot behind the theatre, Jack walked swiftly toward it. He realized that there was a good chance that Ann's car was parked in the same lot.
He slipped quickly inside his car and waited. He made certain not to turn on the lights or do anything that would in any way make her suspicious when she walked by. A few minutes later, she appeared in the parking lot, getting into an old Ford and starting it up.
He waited until she pulled out of the lot. At that point, he started up his car, turning on the lights. As he pulled out of the lot, he took one last look around him to make certain there were no police officers. Seeing none, he followed her down a darkened street.
She pulled her car to a stop some five blocks away from the theatre. It was parked in front of a white two-story apartment building.
She got out of the car and headed toward the building.
Jack made certain to follow closely behind her. He parked his car about a half a block away from Ann's, getting out of it and walking toward her. He had to move quickly to close the distance between them. He realized that he was taking a chance of her hearing him, but it was one he had to take.
But young Ann, a recent divorcee who was working part-time at the theatre until she was able to locate full time employment, was so tired that she lost much of her alertness. All she could think of was jumping into bed and going to sleep and she did not even hear him moving briskly toward her. Not that it would have been easy for her to otherwise, in that he was taking as many precautions as he could while still moving his body rapidly.
Eventually, he pulled up directly behind her, placing his right hand over her mouth and shoving his knife against her back with his left.
"Not one sound and not one tiny move," he said softly but firmly, "or it's curtains for you. You'd better just do what I say, everything I say."
He slipped some trusty adhesive tape over her mouth, then did the same over her eyes. All the while the excitement continued to rise within his body. He was holding another beautiful girl in his hands, getting ready to attack victim number five.
"Get moving," he nudged her with the knife.
He walked behind her and they moved toward the apartment directory. He ordered her to stop and ran his finger over the list of names. Since it was pitch dark, he had to squint his eyes in order to see the white print.
He nodded happily when he found the name of Ann Sullivan, discovering that she lived in apartment four. He nudged her once more and they moved on again. This was always the period when he felt the most anxiety. A lot of difficult things could conceivably arise when he was walking with a victim toward her apartment. He always feared the intrusion of outside forces.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he reached apartment number four. He took her purse away from her and emptied out her keys. He slipped the key into the door and they walked inside.
They got inside the neatly furnished apartment.
"We're going to keep on marching until we get to that bedroom," he told her.
She was overcome with shock. Ann had only been working at the theatre for a few days and she had been so little concerned with the news lately that she was not even aware of the existence of the rapist who was leading her at knifepoint into the bedroom.
She had been keeping very much to herself, attempting to get her life moving forward after a bad marriage. She was even going to real estate school during the days in an attempt to better herself and find a means of making good money.
When she arrived home, her thoughts had been no more than getting a good night's sleep. Now all of a sudden a man was thrusting a knife in her back and she was powerless to do anything about it. She realized that if she made one wrong move she could quite conceivably be dead.
As she stood before the bed, an anxious Jack could not keep his fingers still. He put his knife down for the time being and took off his coat. He slipped the coat over on the bed.
Now it was time to put his fingers to work. They danced nervously forward, making contact with her dress. They worked feverishly at the dress, tearing at it with swift, decisive movements.
He quickly succeeded in pulling off the dress. Now, he had her down to her panties and bra. He reached out and snapped the elastic of her panties against her body. It stung slightly, causing her body to quiver.
"If you think that hurts," he said, "then just wait, baby. Things are just beginning around here."
His hot fingers pushed forward once more. This time they went work on her bra, pulling it off eagerly. He reached out and pinched her nipples, causing her to let out a gasp of pain.
Ann was not the type of girl who was used to being hurt. Whereas some women allowed their men to hurt them in various ways during the act of sex, she was not one of them. She did not like the idea of this terrible man pinching her nipples.
"Don't get so touchy, damn you," Jack said impatiently. "I'm just playing with your tits a little. Giving you a little action. It's nothing compared to what I'm going to give you later."
He reached down and pulled off her panties. No sooner did he take them off than he allowed his fingers to go to work on her pussy.
Back and forth his fingers probed her mound. She let her legs kick out with rage. She did not feel like tolerating what this man was doing to her.
"You're acting like a damn bucking bronco," he said angrily.
In retaliation, he reached out with his hands and grabbed ahold of her throat. He applied just enough pressure to let her know that he definitely meant business.
"You just better watch your damn step, you smart assed little twat," he warned her. "Not only have I got a knife handy, but I can also strangle you if the necessity should arise. Just remember that you're dancing to my tune. At least you will be if you're smart."
The moment that he released his fingers from her throat, he decided that he had better go ahead and rape her right then and there.
She was apparently the type of girl who was going to give him trouble all along the line. He could not risk a drawn out series of activities. For that reason he decided that he should push ahead right then and there.
He grabbed ahold of her hair, pulling on it sharply and parted her legs. He liked the shape of her cute ass and wanted to drive his hot ramrod high inside it.
Jack speared her with intense forward thrusts. She felt the sharp reverberations throughout her entire body. It both frightened her and angered her to be violated in such a manner. It was the first time in her life that anybody had ever entered her asshole.
Her feet kicked out once more. She was like an angered animal fighting for her freedom. Something in the perverse nature of Jack actually enjoyed the manner in which she fought him. It made him all the more eager to allow his hard prick to overwhelm her anus.
In order to stop her kicking, he reached out and grabbed hold of her legs. He pinched good and hard, making certain that he hurt her enough to take the fight out of her for the time being. All the while, he continued to drill her with his torrid penis.
In Ann Sullivan he found that he was encountering a tenacious wildcat who was willing to fight more ferociously than any of the other girls he had attacked.
As his sharp dick continued to penetrate her time and again, violating the inner privacy of her anus, a thoroughly distraught Ann Sullivan decided to take the one course of action that remained to her in order to register a protest.
Jack was so busy continuing to drill his intensely aroused rod high up inside her tight but highly unwilling anus that he did not even notice what was going on in front of him.
While he continued to tear away, letting his body surge back and forth with pulsating excitement, her fingers worked away at the adhesive tape which covered her eyes. She tore at it frantically, not wanting to accept even one more hot stab inside her asshole.
She pulled the tape off. Now, she had a look at her horny antagonist who continued to send his surging prick back and forth inside her asshole.
She thought about attacking him at that very moment, but decided not to. She felt that it would be better instead to tear the tape off of her mouth as well. She ripped it off quickly, then let out a scream.
"Help," she shouted as loud as she could.
Mortified by the sound of her shouting voice, Jack quickly withdrew his prick from her asshole. As he looked up at her and observed that she was able to see him, he felt all the more apprehensive.
"You bastard, you rotten pig," she shrieked.
Ann reached out with her right foot, directing a kick his way. It landed on the side of his head, knocking him backwards.
As Ann continued to kick out at him with both feet, landing several times on top of his head, he threw up his hands to protect himself. All the while he let his body slip back toward his coat, which lay on the bed. He wanted to reach inside his coat pocket and grab his trusty knife.
Ann kicked him in the temple one more time just as he was reaching inside his coat pocket. Now he held the knife in his right hand.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mrs. Krause, Ann's landlady, who lived just one door removed from the beautiful young divorcee, was awakened from a sound sleep by the cry for help.
At first she wondered if she had been hearing things, or perhaps had even imagined hearing the shout. But seconds later she heard a distinct sound of shouts coming from Ann's apartment.
Mrs. Krause jumped out of bed and strode quickly into the living room where she got on the telephone and called the police.
Officers Kelly and Burns, the same two policemen who had been stationed down the block from the theatre had just left the scene of the reported burglary which they had investigated. It turned out to be nothing more than the drunken husband of the woman who made the call attempting to rouse her from bed after he had lost his house key.
The amused officers had no more than gotten in their car and driven off when the call came over the radio concerning the report of Mrs. Krause.
"My God," Officer Kelly who was driving replied after the message came over, "isn't that the same address where the girl lives? The one who works at the theatre?"
"I think it is," Officer Burns replied. "We followed her home last night, and we would have followed her again if it weren't for this damn call."
"I know," Officer Kelly nodded, applying the siren and speeding up. "I hope to God this false alarm, this wild goose chase we were just on, doesn't cost some poor girl dearly."
Inside the apartment, Jack had been forced to resort to the ultimate. As his angry adversary continued kicking and scratching at him, he had managed to pick up the knife and drive it once sharply into her stomach. The one rapier blow was all that had been necessary to kill her.
Now that she lay there dead in the middle of the bed, a strange impulse seized him. His cock was still hard and he began proceeding as if she had not really died.
"I've got to get that orgasm," he said determinedly.
He went to work once more stabbing at her hot anus. The fact that she was dead did not deter him. In fact, he had forgotten for the time being that he had even killed her. All he knew was that his cock was hard and that it needed satisfaction.
He continued to drive his penis forward at a relentless pace, stabbing her briskly, pushing forward with brute force as he moved closer toward orgasm.
He completely lost consciousness of time and place. For the moment, he did not even know who he was. He just knew that his cock was hard and needed to expel some warm fluid.
As the precious minutes passed, the police car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment building. Officer Kelly had turned off the siren some two blocks before their ultimate destination. The policemen were hopeful that they were about to nail a terrible rapist who had victimized four ticket sellers at adult theatres. They only hoped they were not too late.
While Jack continued to stab his cock resolutely inside her anus, several stabs later he let out a gasp as the white juice shot into her asshole.
No sooner did he orgasm than things returned to normal. He suddenly realized who he was, what he had done, and the imperative need for escaping fast. He looked down at his dead victim, then shoved his dick back inside his trousers.
Jack zipped up, then slipped on his coat. He moved quickly into the bathroom, washing the blood off the knife. He then slipped it back into his pocket and prepared to leave.
He no sooner reached the living room than there was a loud series of knocks on the door.
"Open up, police," the shout came.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jack felt his fragmentary world crumbling in sections.
The stentorian sounds of Officer Kelly outside the door sent him reeling into a state of impromptu drunkenness. He stood there literally shocked to his roots. He would have liked, at the very least, to take the time to fully reflect on the impending entrance of the police. But such a luxury was not available to him. He knew that they meant business and that in a matter of seconds they would be breaking in.
He knew he had to act fast. His body moved as fast as it could as he attempted to find another way out of the apartment. After a quick survey he discovered that there was no rear exit, but there was an alternate side route. He knew that he had no other choice aside from taking it. It was either that or bearing the consequences of waiting a few more seconds and being appre hended without offering any resistance.
Mrs. Krause, from the moment that she had made her call to the police, had remained inside her apartment. Even though her native curiosity caused her to wonder what was going on, she did not want to get in the way of police officers carrying out their sworn duties.
But now, after listening to a good deal of commotion at the door to Ann Sullivan's apartment, she opened her front door a crack to see if she could observe what was going on.
No sooner did she open the door and look outside than Mrs. Krause observed Jack making a run for it.
"Officers, there he goes, he's getting away," she shrieked with great excitement.
"He's over there," Officer Burns pointed as he watched Jack escape out the apartment building door.
"We can't let him get away now," Officer Kelly said grimly.
The police officers dashed out the door in hot pursuit of Jack. He was making a break for his car across the lawn when Kelly and Burns got outside.
Upon hearing their heavy footsteps he became distracted. Jack looked back, observing them gaining rapidly. In turning around Jack failed to detect a lawn sprinkler, which he tripped over. He attempted to regain his balance, staggering several times in the process, but failed. He fell down on the grass. He got up, puffing heavily, hoping still to outrun the police.
Jack was soon forced to change his mind, though, as he observed Officer Kelly only a few feet behind him.
"Stop or we'll shoot," Officer Kelly warned.
Jack envisioned himself taking a load of lead for his troubles. He decided that he was a whipped man and stopped in his tracks.
"That's better," Officer Kelly nodded, "now lift those hands high above your head."
His hands shook as he lifted them high above his head. Officer Burns searched him while Officer Kelly supplied cover. Burns removed the knife from Jack's coat pocket.
"You use this?" Burns asked, observing several stains of remaining blood on the knife, along with the water drops, which clearly indicated it had been recently washed off.
Jack dropped his head, saying nothing.
"Won't talk, huh?" Kelly said.
"I'll put the bracelets on him," Burns said.
Burns slipped a handcuff on himself and another on his victim.
"We'd better go back to that apartment and have a look around," Burns suggested.
"We'd better," Kelly nodded. "If it weren't for that silly call we would have been here to nail him."
"Yeah, this has got to be the guy who pulled off the other four rapes," Burns said.
When they got back inside the apartment they heard sounds of a woman crying coming from the bedroom. A quick investigation revealed Mrs. Krause sitting in a chair sobbing as she looked at the dead body of Ann.
"Poor girl, that poor girl," Mrs. Krause said. She looked up at Jack, staring at him contemptuously. "You deserve to be burned in oil for this."
"Dead," Kelly said sadly. "Yeah. He stabbed her in the stomach," Burns nodded.
Officer Kelly mopped his sweaty brow. His blue eyes then stared solemnly at the handcuffed Jack Henson.
"You already had four counts of rape against you," Kelly said sternly, "and now you've got Murder One thrown in for good measure. Anything to say?"
"No," Jack gulped.
"Your kind usually doesn't, when the chips are down," Officer Burns solemnly exclaimed.
"We've just got one thing to say to you," Kelly frowned. "You've bothered your last victim. From here on out you're gonna have to behave, whatever you might think about it."
Jack dropped his head and stood glumly as Officer Kelly put in a call for an ambulance, which would arrive to pick up the body of young Ann Sullivan. Jack's head felt woozy and his legs rubbery. He felt like he was in the middle of a dream, but he knew better. It was all much too real.
