A gripping fear had begun to plague the residents and tourists of West Eden, Long Island. The Iroquois National Forest Range had been a thriving industry for the small town.
Now a menace greater than a grizzly bear or a forest fire threatened to wipe out the much needed income provided by the campers.
A sadistic rapist was on the loose.
The law enforcement officials were baffled.
Little girls continued to get raped and tormented.
Many of the brutal rapes that deflowered many a young virgin in the night of the forest were obviously done by the work of a demented, deranged madman.
However, the town officials tried to play down the almost daily rapes, in hope of enticing more tourists, and thus more revenue to the vast forest range.
Panic had not yet set in, and parents still brought their young daughters camping with them.
One family's little twelve-year-old girl was found tied to a tree with all of her clothes torn off. She was crying hysterically and she could not get a thick branch out of her cunt, until she was found the next day.
CHAPTER ONE
"Pixie, Pixie, here girl," called little Sally Jones after her pet collie.
"He probably saw a rabbit, baby," said Sally's mother.
"Rabbits? Wow!" mused Sally enthusiastically, watching her dog run off into the woods.
"Sure, there's lots of wildlife around here," said her father proudly. Since they had been camping in these Colorado woods, they had not seen a chipmunk, even, and her father had promised all sorts of goodies.
"I'm going to follow Pixie," chirped the twelve year old, and she ran into the thick of the forest after her pet.
"Look for a landmark. Don't get lost, baby," her father hollered.
"All right," Sally yelled, already a distance away.
"Her, Pixie, here doggie," yelled Sally.
The barking animal led the blonde little cherub farther into the isolated thickets.
"Pixie? Pixie?" called Sally, having lost the trail of her dog.
Sally proceeded carefully now. She remembered what her father said about looking for landmarks. Unfortunately, she did not take him seriously.
She was lost, and she knew it. Now, the little blonde child wanted to locate her dog for a better reason. Pixie was sure to know the way back to the campsite.
Sally was not scared.
Yet!! !
Sally's calls for her Collie grew more tentative as she wandered in circles.
Sally's beckonings dropped the name of her dog. They took on another form now.
"Help! Help! Daddy! Daddy!" Sally yelled.
It was pitch black in the woods. There was a new moon and there was no lighting at all, heavenly or artificial.
The branches and shrubs were thick all around Sally. There was no discernible path for her to follow, not that it would have done her much good if there had been one.
'I should have tied a string or something to our tent,' Sally thought. 'Heck! Damn! Shit! Why didn't I do that?' little Sally wondered under the light of reflection.
She knew she must look like a mess. Her long, silky golden locks must be all disheveled, she knew. She had wiped her brow a countless number of times with her forearm which had picked up a lot of dirt from her passage through the thickets.
Sally knew that there were a few scratches on her body from thorns.
'Why did I run off in such a hurry? Heck!'
Sally was wearing rubber thongs on her little feet, a T-shirt, and denim cut-offs.
"Damn you, Pixie!! ! " pretty Sally yelled in frustration.
"Damn you Pixie, Pixie, Pixie," came a bone chilling echo.
The discordant sound of her own voice reverberating around her sent shudders through Sally's body.
The realization of her isolation caused her to wrap her arms around her little body in fear.
'I'm alone. I'm alone. Alone in a dark, spooky forest.'
Sally slumped to the ground and cried.
But Sally was not alone!
'Was that a noise? Or am I just imagining things?' Sally wondered, rubbing her hands along her forearms, feeling the goosepimples.
She heard it again. It definitely was leaves rustling. But there was no wind, Sally realized.
'Oh, God! Oh, God! It must be something! Or someone!'
Sally wondered if she should call for help. She wondered whether the cause of that noise would bring help or disaster.
Sally sat and shivered.
She put her hands between her legs and closed them tight around her. The warmth emanating from her crotch gave Sally a little more comfort.
The rustling noise seemed to be getting closer to her.
'It couldn't be more than a stone's throw away from me,' she realized.
Sally put her head between her legs now, too. She wanted to run, but she didn't know where to go. She had been considering sitting in that spot until the light of dawn, but now -'Now what?' Sally wondered, tears beginning to swell in her eyes.
She saw pictures in her mind's eye of a grizzly bear tearing her limbs apart, ripping out her entrails. She let out a little whimper.
The noise became more agitated. Something was apparently struggling in the dense dark thickets.
Suddenly, Sally saw a white flash of movement. She heard a growl. She heard a bark.
Her heart seemed as if it had stopped, then as if it might beat so fast it would jump right out of her.
She saw her brown and white collie scooting through and over some vines.
A tear of joy came to her eyes. She had never felt such a relief as she had at that moment.
"PIXIE!! ! PIXIE!! ! " Sally screamed. She pressed her hand to her heart and pushed it heavily, her little breast unfeeling of the palm that was squashing it against her chest.
The dog barked in recognition of its master's voice.
"Here, Pixie! Here, Pixie!" Sally cried.
Suddenly, the dog circled back towards what seemed to be a slightly open stretch of tall, weedy grass. The dog let out a little growl.
"Pixie, Pixie?? " Sally pleaded.
She ran after, the dog, listening for the growling as a guideline. She couldn't see more than ten feet in front of her.
Sally's emotions had just undergone a 360 turn. From fear, to joy, and back to an almost helpless fear again.
Her child's emotions would not let her reason tell her that there must be a good reason why Pixie was running off and growling viciously.
She heard her city dog's growlings get louder and more vicious sounding. Then it hit her.
'Oh, no! No!' her innermost feelings told her. That is, that's what they would have said if Sally could make them form words, but she was too overcome to articulate anything at that point.
"Grrrrrrrr, rrrrruuuuuuurnTrr," was what Sally heard.
She stumbled along towards the sounds.
"Pixie!! Pixie" Sally called.
She heard her dog more clearly now. The weeds were rustling louder now, too.
'Please? Please be a rabbit that you're fighting with,' Sally begged.
The dog growled and howled.
"Why doesn't someone come?? ? ! ! ! " Sally yelled out at the top of her lungs as the vibrations from the agitating grass reached her legs.
Suddenly, the growling stopped.
"Pixie?" whispered Sally, hopefully. She heard no more noise. "Pixie?" she moaned, a little louder this time.
Still, nothing!
"PIXIE!! ! ! " Sally screamed and began to run towards where she thought the dog might be.
But she stumbled on a thick vine and fell over.
Lying in that prone position, Sally banged her clenched fists against the ground and cried.
"Pixie, Pixie, Pixie," she whimpered.
Her eyes were a little blurred from her tears, as she stared at the ground beneath her.
She saw the round front of a shoe on the ground where she looked, but she thought nothing of it.
She remained in that position for a good five minutes. She dried her eyes with the back of her hands.
'Maybe nothing happened to Pixie and she ran off again,' Sally thought, trying to reassure herself.
She looked at the shoe again.
'What is a shoe doing here' Sally wondered, glad now that she was at least able to think more clearly.
She touched the shoe with her hand, about to pick it up and throw it somewhere.
The shoe did not move when Sally grabbed it.
Still looking down on the ground, Sally again felt tremors of fear surge through her slight body.
She removed her hand from the shoe.
She knew why she did that, but she just could not let the real reason enter her thoughts.
She put her hands over her head and put her face straight down on the ground.
'Please let me wake up and let this be a dream,' Sally pleaded to some unknown deity.
But she knew it was not a dream. The shoe insinuated itself under Sally's forehead and lifted her head up slightly.
She saw the dark pants now that were connected to; the shoe. Her little body quaking violently, Sally slowly lifted her head to glimpse the full dimensions of the man who was wearing the shoe.
Lying on her belly and looking up, the perception that Sally had of him seemed all distorted. He seemed as if he were nine feet tall and had a terribly burned and scarred face.
She tried to speak, say something, anything, scream, but all that would come out of her mouth was a little grunting noise.
He did not move, but stood there and looked down on Sally.
Now, Sally could see that he wasn't that tall.
And his face wasn't burned or scarred.
There was a dark, nylon stocking pulled tight over his face!! !
"Please?" Sally chirred, her voice about three octaves higher than normal.
The man moved his foot slightly, but that's all.
Sally stood up very slowly. She looked at him again. Still facing him, she back off a few steps. He moved those few steps closer to her.
Sally moved back a little more quickly now. He walked towards her at the same pace.
Sally began to run backwards now, watching in horror, as the man rumbled towards her.
Then she tripped over some vines again and fell down with a thud.
Supine, she looked up. The man towered over her. His lips made the stocking swell out, as he moved them back and forth.
Sally was not able to perceive or think just what it was the man wanted from her yet.
She just knew that he had chased her, and she sensed that he was evil.
"Please, what do you want from me?" Sally asked, using all of her willpower to get those words out of her vocal chords.
Slowly, he bent over little Sally.
He knelt down and looked at her.
Sally looked back at him. It was hard to tell what his hidden features wanted from her.
Instinctively, almost without thinking, Sally crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her breasts.
She began to shiver even more violently now.
The man moved his hands down to Sally's chest. He put his arms around Sally's small wrists. He didn't exert much pressure at first as he tried to separate her locked hands.
Sally resisted.
Gradually, his pressure increased.
Sally struggled to clasp her hands together.
Slowly, despite using strength she never knew she had, Sally's finger were unlocked.
The man had Sally's hands apart now. He moved her hands via her wrists down to her sides, a little bit away from her side, however. He still continued to hold her wrists to the ground. He didn't squeeze too hard, but just enough to render Sally's strugglings obsolete.
Her armpits were a 30 degree angle from the triangle of her sides and her arms.
The man looked down on Sally and still held her arms pressed to the ground. It was as if he were directing her to keep her hands in that position.
Soon, Sally stopped struggling.
Sally couldn't sense anything about how her lack of resistance affected him.
Then, he slowly opened his fingers around Sally's wrists. He continued to press down on wrists with his palms.
Now, Sally was able to understand that he was giving her a message. She was not to move her hands from the spot that he put them.
She tried to make her upper limbs become as limp as possible to make him understand that he would comply with her request.
She still was unsure of what he wanted. She had a terrible and ominous feeling of danger, but she did not know what form the danger would take.
The possibilities would be pushed out of Sally's mind as soon as they began to take any substance.
Slowly, the man lifted his palms from her wrist. He let them hover above her wrists, as if to see if Sally would try to move again.
Sally didn't move!
She wanted to rub her wrists, feeling the little bit of freedom that she thought had been granted to her, but she didn't even do that.
Still kneeling over Sally, he moved his left hand down to her shorts at the top where her T-shirt was tucked in, in the front.
He put the bottom of her shirt between two of his fingers, and rubbed them back and forth, as if he were interested in feeling the material.
Sally was whimpering in a high-pitched shrill, but not very loud. She didn't raise her head to look, but she looked down the length of her body by making her blue eyes move to the bottom of her sockets. She saw the man's fingers rolling a loose part of her T-shirt.
Then she saw and felt him pull her shirt slightly out of her shorts.
"Nnnnnnn," Sally whined.
No response. He pulled her shirt out of her pants. He lifted it up slightly, letting the lowest part of the hem fall half-way between her breasts and her exposed belly button.
Sally's body was shaking violently now as she saw her own flat little belly exposed before the man with the stocking on his head.
He placed his palm flat down on Sally's belly.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAA!! ! ! ! " Sally screamed as loud as she could.
She pushed his hand away with a quick thrust and pulled her shirt down down again.
This time the man grabbed her wrists a little more violently than the last time. He squeezed hard. Sally was able to feel the pain in her wrists despite the adrenaline shooting through her fear-ridden body.
She realized that his powerful hands could snap her wrists as if it were a twig.
He forcefully smashed her hands back down on the ground to where they were before. He held them there for a minute and then leg go of her wrists again.
'What is he doing? Why?' Sally thought as she felt the hand caressing her trim belly. Her goosepimples were so pronounced now, that she could see them as she looked down at her belly.
Cold sweat seeped out of her pores all over her body.
Sally really had no feeling of the hand on her belly just then. She was terrified, and just the knowledge of the hand rubbing her belly caused her young body to quake.
With the side of his hand, the man pushed her shirt up a little more.
"Please? I'll give you money," Sally pleaded. Of course, she didn't have a cent in her pockets, and she didn't know what she would have done if he had accepted her offer. She contemplated bringing him back to her parents, but Sally bravely told herself that she would never subject her parents to the evil presence that now loomed over her.
She just thought that she might buy some time, in hopes that she would somehow be rescued.
No one came.
The man rolled up the bottom of Sally's shirt. It came to rest right under her breasts.
No one had ever seen Sally's breasts before except her mother and her doctor. She had had her first period about a year ago, and since then, her breasts began to take some shape and form. Sally was aware that she now possessed very female breasts and nipples that were sensitive to the touch. She didn't understand the full implications of her sexuality of course, but she was aware of the need to keep her private parts just that. Private!!
Sally's mother no longer had to tell her that she was not to remove her shirt in public anymore. Sally was able to understand that by herself now. She understood that it was part of growing up, and she knew that she could no longer run bare chested around the suburban streets of her neighborhood.
Now, it seemed to Sally as if her newfound sanctity might be violated. She hoped that all the man wanted to do would be to rub her belly a little. She knew that if he lifted her T-shirt a few inches higher, it might get really serious.
It had not yet struck Sally that she was getting raped.
Sally wasn't even sure what rape was. She figured it might be a man forcing her to take her clothes off. And that's all! But even that almost innocuous thought terrified little Sally.
She wanted no man to view her in her nakedness. She knew she would die of embarrassment if that had happened to her.
She prayed silently to herself that the man would not make her disrobe.
Sally knew little about sex. All that she knew was that people fuck when a man puts his things into a woman's crack and humps on top of her a little. She had never seen a man's thing before. Not even her father's.
Now, she looked up at the man who held the bottom on her rolled up T-shirt in his hand.
Sally could see a smile slowly begin to crease his lips through the stocking. She couldn't make it out too clearly. His face looked like someone who was pressing their face against a window.
Sally whimpered and hoped.
To no avail.
He lifted her T-shirt all the way up to her neck.
Sally looked at her own little white breasts as they lay flat against her chest.
She looked at the man. He could see them also, Sally realized.
"But you're not supposed to look at me," Sally pleaded.
His smile grew larger at that remark.
He put his head real close to Sally's breasts now.
She knew that he could see exactly what her prized possessions looked like. She knew that he could see her little pink nipples.
She closed her eyes tightly and imagined that she was back home in her tree-lined neighborhood playing with her dog, and her friends.
She opened her eyes again.
She was still lying on her back looking up at her tormentor.
He put his stockinged face against her breasts. Then he cupped each of them in his hands. He had to squeeze them pretty hard in order to get some flesh to grasp.
"Nooooooooo," Sally yelled. She put her hands around his, but he ignored her weak little hands and squeezed her soft, but firm breasts and nipples.
"Yaaaaaaaaa," she screamed.
She was terrified. It didn't hurt her, but just the thought of someone fondling her like that was a terrific pain, a mental pain that was as intense as anything physical she had ever experienced.
He tweaked her small nipples in between his strong fingers.
"Nooooooo, pleeeeeeeeease," Sally yelled.
She heard a groan come out of his mouth that seemed as if it were directed by his belly rather than his mind.
That scared her even more. She equated the man with an animal, making her previously untouched body feel filthy with animal slime.
"Waaaaaaa, waaaaaa, waaaaaaa," Sally cried, her tears streaming down her contorted face. Her breaths came out in big heavy rasps and heaves.
He flung her shirt right off her body now.
Sally's cries came out in involuntary bursts. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She had no control over her body anymore. She tried to tense herself up, but her muscles wouldn't respond as her little breasts continued to be manhandled.
She had lost control over herself completely. She felt a few drops of urine seep out of her crack.
She tried to contract her vaginal muscles, but she had lost power over them, too.
'Ohhhh, noooo, I'm peeing on myself Sally realized as she felt the warm stream pour out of her legs and stain her shorts and cling to her thighs.
Sally noticed that the man had also seen her peeing on herself.
'Maybe, when he realizes how scared I am, hell let me go,' Sally hoped.
Quickly, the man took his hands from Sally's breasts, undid the snap of her shorts, and pulled them off her by lifting her legs up in the air.
Sally watched, horrified, her eyes bulging, too terrified to think, as she saw the stain on her panties. She still could not control the bodily wastes of her bladder from streaming out of her narrow cleft, and the man ripped off her panties in one fluid motion. He held Sally by her ankles, lifting her up in the air, and watched the last few drops of her urine come out of her cunt and roll back down to her belly, collecting in the little crevice of her belly button.
He spread Sally's thin, shapely legs apart and placed them down on the ground again, holding them there like he did with her arms.
Totally shorn of her clothing, naked little Sally tried to cover herself once more. The man didn't stop her until she seemed as if she were set in a position.
She placed one of her urine covered legs over the other and clasped her skinny arms around her breasts.
Then her pulled her hands away, and then her legs apart again.
Sally was able to understand that she was not to move.
She looked down at her body. She felt so slimy and sticky. She also felt so naked. It was a feeling of nakedness, not just the fact that she was naked. When she takes a shower, Sally doesn't feel naked. But now, she did. She felt so exposed, and that meant that she felt she could hide nothing. She felt that the man could see everything he wanted to about her. She felt that he could know her most intimate and personal thoughts.
With her arms and legs spread apart, Sally could hide nothing from him as he stood over her.
With his foot, he rolled Sally over on her side, then on her belly. She knew that her cute little ass was visible to him now, also.
She hated that feeling almost as much, if not more than the one she felt when he looked at her cunt and tits.
She hated being approached from behind. She could not see what was going on behind her, and that bothered her to the utmost.
She had flashes of herself as a little girl and when she had an enema given to her by her mother, as she was placed on her lap. She drifted back to the present again.
She knew that her little white ass cheeks were twitching involuntarily, but that did not disturb her as much as the fact that he could see her in her most awkward position.
She began to feel humiliation and embarrassment along with the fear.
In her anguish, Sally tried to console herself.
'He's just about looked at my whole body. That means he might let me go soon,' Sally thought, her child's perceptions unaware of the horror that loomed ahead for her, unaware that her ordeal had hardly started.
CHAPTER TWO
The man knelt down next to Sally again. As soon as she felt the first touch of his hand on her curvy little buttocks, she let out a shrilly scream. Immediately, her cheeks tensed up, and she began to kick her legs up and down. Her cries were still evident, but they were not as prolonged and as loud as before.
He squeezed her two cheeks, and Sally shuddered at the touch. He spread her cheeks open a little.
Sally felt so small and tiny, when she realized what he was doing. She felt the side of his large masculine hand in the crack of her ass, rubbing it, and it even touched the rim of her asshole.
Never before had Sally felt a hand inside her asshole.
When her doctor checked her for worms as a ten year old, he inserted a rubber finger up into her rectum, but Sally knew that he was a doctor, and even though she felt a bit uncomfortable, she wasn't embarrassed or anything. She knew that doctors weren't human.
But now, this human, this animal, had her stripped naked, with her own pee all over her and he had her ass spread open and had his hand inside the crack of her ass.
Sally's shoulders hunched together, her shoulder blades on her smooth back very prominent as she tried to climb back into herself and disappear into oblivion.
"Oooow, ooooow, noooooo, wooooo," Sally yelled in puffy shrills, when she felt a finger inserted up into her anus.
She squirmed around and squealed like a pig in a slaughterhouse, as the digit probed slowly around inside Sally.
She could not relate this feeling to the doctor at all. She understood that the man was doing this to her because he wanted to make her feel humiliated and embarrassed. She also wondered why he did it because he might get some shit on his finger. He wiggled his thick finger inside her asshole, and Sally yelled and hollered. Now, it was not from fear that she screamed.
It was from the most awkward physical feeling that she had ever experienced that prompted her piercing yells.
She moved her body around in a most uncoordinated manner, so as to let his finger move around inside her asshole with as much discomfort as possible.
Sally realized how awkward she must have looked, and she was greatly disturbed by that too.
Sally prided herself on the fact that she was a graceful dancer, and nothing repulsed her more than watching some boy or girl dancing in an uncoordinated rhythm. She thought that it made the human body appear to be ridiculous when she saw some people dance like that at her school prom.
And now, here she was, aware that she was moving her lithe body in the most ridiculous and offensive manner that she had ever observed.
She thought that her yells were also terribly humiliating sounding. She puffed up her cheeks and tried to hold it in, but her voice reminded her of an off-key opera singer.
"Ugggghhhh, uncht," Sally grunted now. "Owwwwww," she yelped.
She was in pain. He had inserted another finger into her tiny, tight asshole.
"Owwwhooo," she yelped, her voice sounding like a choo-choo train or an owl.
She moved her body up and down, forward and backward in order to accommodate the wiggling fingers.
She heard the steady animal-like grunts that came from the man, and that served to heighten her anguish. She knew now that he was pleased because of her humiliation and pain.
Her asshole felt like it was being spread so wide it might tear. She was scared, and she also was frightened because she knew that there must be some sexual implications involved in having her asshole fingered like that, and she didn't know what those implications were.
As he pressed the walls of her rectum, Sally began to grunt like an animal, too. She felt that her breathing was being controlled by the probing finger inside her. She could feel with her nose, that there was some connection. Her nose felt like it was getting stuffed up as she continued to make animal noises and scream.
Her body thudded against the ground, as he put his fingers as deep into her asshole as he could.
Her chest and belly began to get sore from all of the rocking that she was forced to do to absorb the fingers.
Suddenly, Sally thought, there was an empty feeling now.
She reached around with her hands and touched her little ass. He had swiftly removed his fingers from her crack. She rubbed her cheeks, trying to put some feeling back into them. Her asshole burned her and irritated her. She wanted to stick her fingers up her ass and rub, but even in the privacy of her bathroom, Sally would not have done that.
She wiggled her ass a little, as if she had cobwebs there and she was shaking them off.
She did squeeze her soft cheeks just to make sure that they were no longer numb, and she did have feeling there now.
She hoped that he would let her go now.
He bent over Sally again and with two hands felt her all over, slowly rising from her ankles and up her calfs, her slender thighs, her trim waist, and her ribs. He pressed her taut skin hard as he seemed to feel every pore of Sally's sensuous body. Even under her shaven armpits went his hands. He tried to tickle her under there, but all Sally did was squirm. There was no way that she could laugh. He went back down to her feet and with one finger lightly traced little circles under her arch.
He put his fingers between Sally's little toes, and then back to her arch again.
Sally now was repulsed, but she tried to grit her teeth and bear it. She moved her foot out of his reach a few times, but he held her fast by her ankle and continued to tickle her.
Sally could not move her foot, except wiggle her red nail-polished toes. Sally tried to control herself. She had stopped screaming. She understood that he was trying to tickle her. She did not understand why, but that didn't bother her as much.
Sally is naturally squeamish and ticklish, and she usually does laugh when her daddy tickles her, but she knew that she should not laugh now.
She felt that she should resist. Then she thought that if she did laugh, it might please him, and he might let her go then.
Sally still did not realize that he would never let her go.
She forced a little snicker out of her mouth. Then another. Soon, it became real. Her snickers turned into laughter as the man continued to hold her foot by the ankle in a vice-like grip and tickle her.
Soon, Sally began to squirm violently.
"STOP! STOP!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA stop," Sally laughed and pleaded at the same time.
The man held her foot tightly as Sally's thrashing little body tried to remove itself from his grasp. Sally wasn't even commanding her body to move. It seemed as if it were acting on its own accord as she began to convulse with laughter, much the same way that it did with crying.
He was causing Sally to undergo the extremes of her emotions, against her will.
Her face was contorted with the pain of laughing so hard. Her little chest heaved as she banged her fists against the ground, and kicked her free foot wildly about in hopes of driving off her tormentor.
Her laughter was no longer the giggles of a little girl. They were more like high-pitched shrills that someone much larger than her might be expected to produce.
Again, Sally's urine escaped from her vagina.
She realized what was happening, but she was totally unconcerned. Her laughter and the feelings it produced made Sally wish more than anything to be able to pass out and lose consciousness.
She didn't.
Suddenly, the man stopped tickling her. He let her foot go. She continued to laugh as hard as ever, the nervous reaction still controlling her.
Now, the man put his hands over Sally's vagina, as her yellow urine flowed freely from the hole of her urethra and out her tight little crease.
He bent his head over, and lifted up his stocking just before he plunged his face into little Sally's dripping pussy.
Sally wasn't fully aware of what he was doing, as her laughter gradually simmered and faded.
She knew that she was peeing again, but she just could not believe that he was sticking his face into her hole and letting her pee get on him.
Occasionally a little snicker would involuntarily be released from Sally's mouth, but she was aware of what was happening now.
'He's actually letting my pee get on his face! He may even be drinking it!' Sally realized. Her nose and her lips turned upwards at that revolting thought.
She thought that he might get terribly mad at her for peeing on him, but she understood that it was his own doing.
She finally stopped peeing again. But his face still remained imbedded in her pussy.
He was bent over in front of her, and Sally had to keep her legs spread wide open in order to let him burrow into her like that.
She wondered what he was doing to her. She heard the slurping noises he was making, but she knew that she was not peeing any more. "I don't have to piss anymore. Nothing left," Sally said.
No verbal response again.
Now Sally began to feel a most strange sensation.
As her legs were slightly lifted off the ground and spread open pretty wide, she put her tongue in her cheek and tried to think. She felt real strange things happening in between her legs. She wasn't sure what it was. The man's head was tilted downward into her pussy, and she couldn't see his face. She could see the top of his head bobbing slightly, but she still wasn't sure what he was doing to her.
She felt sensations in her vagina that she had never felt before. Rhythmically, it seemed, she would feel a surging of tingles shooting through her pink moist pussy.
It wasn't like the way that she was being tickled. It was different than that.
She tried to think if it was good or bad, though.
Sally had never experienced any sexual arousal at all. She had never inserted a finger into her vagina and masturbated herself like a number of girls her age.
"Never put your hands into your sissy, Sally," her mother had often told her. Her mother said it so authoritatively that Sally complied. She didn't ask why. She just assumed that it was not a thing that could be spoken about. She understood that she had gone through changes since her period, and that her sissy was more than just an organ that pees.
Sally even had heard words such as cunt and pussy and twat that could describe her sissy, but she didn't understand what it was supposed to be used for now, as a woman, besides peeing, and letting out her monthly discharges.
When her first strands of blonde pubic hairs had begun to take root, Sally was glad that she possessed some of the accoutrements of a full-grown women, and that she was developed a little more than some other girls of her age, but she still did not know what her puberty meant.
Now, as she lay on her naked back with her legs up in the air, little Sally was experiencing the first sensations of sexual arousal.
She realized now that the man's tongue was licking at her crevice, and that the raw, pink folds of her sissy were feeling sensations that his lapping tongue were causing her.
She figured that there must be something evil about it because he was an evil man who had forced her to submit to his desires already, but she still couldn't figure out why these pleasant, these wonderful sensations she was feeling were evil.
She tried to force herself to feel pain, and make believe that he was doing a dastardly thing to her, but she just couldn't supply enough of her fertile imagination to that thought.
"Ooooow, woowwwwww," Sally moaned, as he licked all around and inside her velvety vagina.
She shifted her body a little and closed her legs around his neck a little tighter.
The man felt Sally's taut calves and seemed to make sure that she was secure. Then he put his hands back down on the ground and continued to eat her tight little pussy ravenously.
"Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhh," Sally moaned. But they were not moans of pain. Sally was filled with passion. She felt his tongue and his lips move around and around her fertile furrow.
Then she felt his teeth nibble on the hard piece of flesh at the top of her cleft.
"Ooowwwww-hoooooo," Sally yelled. But it was not a yell of pain. Sally love it.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh," she murmered, her most natural sensations intoxicating her with wild desire for more.
He tweaked her little love button with his teeth and his lips, rolling around the little female erection in between his li, Sally squeezed his thick neck tightly with her legs, mustering up all of her hidden strength in proportion to the degree of titillating excitement she was feeling in her cunt.
"Oooowww, ooooow, my sissy," she hollered, wishing she could put her hands around her slit so she could have more pleasure.
Her clit had swollen to thrice its size when not aroused, but her thrills had multiplied to an almost limitless degree.
Panting heavily, her sighs and moans had reached a feverish pitch. Her little love box had sent her into a heavenly phase of ecstasy.
Her aroused and frenzied little girl passions had finally been let loose, and she exercised no control over her feelings.
She loved and wanted the lapping, darting tongue inside her puckering furrow and was unconcerned what he had already done to her.
Maybe he was making it up to her now, maybe he was apologizing, whatever, Sally didn't care.
"AHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMMM," her sonorous aria reverberated around the trees and leaves, and sky.
The twelve year old had never dared to dream that such exquisite feelings were possible. Never having experienced such correspondence within her own body, pretty little Sally could not contemplate the beautiful feelings that life had to offer her. She had never in her wildest, most Freudian and surrealistic dreams thought that such feelings were possible within the realm of human existence.
She felt what seemed like torrents or waves of hot lava flowing through her body, centering around the area of her cunt.
Burning with desire, her erupting juices flowed around inside her.
Her suspirations came out of her chest in raspy quivering trills.
The man lifted his head out of Sally's wide open beaver. Sally's natural sexual functions took over.
It was as if she were sitting back, floating on a puffy white cloud and watching and feeling a movie going on.
She looked up at a leaf from a low hanging branch and felt that she was a part of that leaf, she felt that she was enveloped and a part of the tiniest part of that leaf. She understood what it meant then to be "one with the universe."
The congruity of her feelings to the eurhythmic movements of the universe sent pangs of joy flowing through her body.
Her fermenting nectar finally oozed out of her seam, slowly seeping onto her thighs. Her pulpy juice was for the first time permitted to surface.
Sally did not understand what was happening, but she didn't bother her pretty little head about it. She just assumed via cause and effect that his lapping tongue had made her feel good and that caused her to involuntarily let out her succulent elixir.
The man stuck his face back into Sally's cunt,, pulling his stocking up again when he reached her quivering moist slit.
He lapped up all of Sally's orgasmic fluids, licking her pussy clean.
Slowly, Sally began to return to the real world. However, it was not quick enough. Before the sensations of her very first orgasm had ebbed completely Sally became aware of the man again. He was unzipping his pants.
The little maenad was still too electrified with passion to wonder and try to understand what he was doing just yet.
She did see him unzip his dark chinos and pull them down to his knees as he stood over her naked body.
What she saw next, however, was enough to rekindle Sally's awareness, confused though it was, of her surroundings.
She remembered how he had mistreated her before he gave her her pleasure.
When she saw him pull down his black briefs, and saw his bulging, rising erection, her pleasure immediately turned into terror again.
She wasn't sure why, but she knew that there was something drastically wrong about a man taking out his thing in public.
She had heard about the time that little Joe Tillman had pulled out his thing and chased the girls with it, and how he had received a terrible thrashing from his parents.
She watched in silence as he stroked the full length of his eight inch cock with his hand. He was turned in Sally's direction now.
She tried to see a look in his face and gain some idea of what was about to happen to her, but she could see no expression beyond a smile through the dark nylon stocking hat he wore.
She had never realized that a man's thing would be so large. She just couldn't believe that she was seeing it as she thought, because she was sure that she would have noticed it bulging in his pants. But maybe not, Sally thought. She wasn't sure if she had indeed looked at his crotch.
She couldn't take her eyes off his cock now. She wondered just how such a big thing could fit into a woman's sissy when they fucked. She wondered now if she had that story right at all, although she had heard what fucking was from a number of sources.
Something like that could rip a woman right open, Sally reasoned.
She got a flash that he might now take his revenge on her for peeing on him, even though he was the one who touched her pee.
She rolled over and over, trying to get out of his reach. She rose and tried to make a break for it, he grabbed her around her waist.
He lifted her up in the air, and the struggling little Sally kicked air.
He threw her back down on the ground and bent over her.
He made sure that she was on her back and he pinned her arms back and gave her a message that she should not move them, then he pulled her legs apart, even wider than they were before.
For an instant, Sally thought that he might lick her sissy again and give her those wonderful feelings.
But, she was quick to see that that was not what he had in mind.
With his pants down to his ankles, Sally looked down at her pussy. She could see his feet were between the V of her spread-eagle and then he leaned over the length of her body, resting his hands on the ground just above Sally's head, and letting his chest rest lightly on her naked chest.
He still wore his shirt and as he took the pressure away from his hands and lowered himself with his full weight, Sally first felt the buttons of his shirt digging into her and then she began to feel the pain of his bulk on top of her.
"Oooooow, you're hurting me! What are you doing!! ! ? ? ? " Sally yelled.
He cupped his hand over her mouth. Not very hard, but hard enough to let Sally get the idea that she wasn't to make a sound. The taste and smell of his hand further sickened Sally. It was only his sweat, but it was enough.
He was directly on top of little Sally now. She saw him reach down with his hand. She had felt his hot cock against her thigh, and she felt his hand reach for it now.
With his other hand, he felt for Sally's cunt. He ruffled his fingers through her sparse down, and slowly began to move his cock toward his other hand on her pussy. And then, right before the insertion that Sally first realized that he was going to put his cock into her.
She remembered her thoughts of a few minutes ago, when she figured that fucking couldn't be what she'd heard because it would rip a cunt open.
That thought hit her like a sledgehammer.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Sally cried, realizing that he was going to fuck her the way that she heard people get fucked.
He put the purple bulbous head of his cock right at Sally's entrance.
Then he moved his hands away, to the sides of Sally's face, and held her face securely.
She looked up at him, and could see his eyes. She couldn't tell what it was, and she couldn't see clearly, but what she saw frightened her even more severely.
A smile had creased his lips, wicked, but not upwards like most smiles, but outwards, lecherously.
Slowly, he moved his large trunk further down on little Sally.
At the first entrance of a cock into her virgin cunt, Sally felt a terrific pain.
"Yaaaaaaa, owwwwwwww, I'm a virgin," she yelled.
No response. He moved down on her a little more, about half-way.
Sally couldn't tell how far into her he was now, because the pain was so intense she couldn't imagine that there was more to come.
He remained in that position for a few moments, as if to let Sally become accustomed to his cock inside her. That was an impossibility, however.
Sally banged her fists on his back, and tried to move her head, but he held it tightly, and her fists pounding on his back made Sally realize that it was no more of an inconvenience to him than a gnat might be. As before, when she had never dreamt that so much pleasure was possible for the human body to experience, she now had never dreamt that it was possible for the human body to experience so much pain.
She was sure that her cunt had been literally torn open from his thick organ.
She felt pain. Pins in her eyes couldn't be worse than what she was feeling now.
She prayed that she would lose consciousness. She prayed that she would die now. She didn't calm down one iota.
Now, he came down on her and inserted the full length of his shaft into the tight little crescent of the twelve year old.
The scream that Sally yelled just then would have stayed within the consciousness of any observer had there been one, until their death.
It was the most animal and natural sounding scream of torment that could be produced by a human being.
Sally wished and hoped that she would be put out of her misery and she couldn't understand why she hadn't lost consciousness, and why she was made to suffer through her agony.
She couldn't move her face. Her eyes were bulging and her pupils were distended far beyond her normal size, as her shrill screams ranged even louder in pitch and velocity than before.
She felt a gushing type feeling emanating from her pussy.
She was sure that she would be disfigured for life. She knew that it was blood that was flowing rapidly from her cunt.
She didn't realize, of course, that her hymen had broke from the force of the cock entering her pussy, and that it was a natural experience.
Of course, there wasn't anything natural about the rape she was undergoing.
Sally was sure that the soft flesh of her vagina had been brutally ripped and shredded.
She felt her hips bulging outwards.
She felt the cock touching the deepest recesses of her nine inch deep cavity.
Sally did not realize that her cunt was in reality able to contain the cock.
She was certain that it must have ripped right through to her asshole.
She was sure that if she was able to put her hand underneath her asshole, she would be able to feel the head of the cock sticking out through it.
She grabbed the back of his shirt, then grabbed his back, pounding on it and digging her nails into it. She dug in as hard as she could.
The man pumped up and down on her.
As his cock moved in her fertile crescent, Sally felt the pangs of pain even more intensely as every part of her insides seemed to be burning as she thought his cock dragged through her cunt.
He went up and down again. And again. And again.
He continued to grind up and down on little Sally with a steady motion, still holding the sides of her face, preventing her from looking at anything other than his masked face, and preventing her from thrashing her pretty face back and forth.
She had to bear the agony with only the use of her screaming as an outlet.
It was not his weight that bothered Sally. That would seem like little tickles compared to the pain she was feeling in her cunt. Her busted cherry enable him to move his cock about in her with a little more space, but her underdeveloped genitals still were not a proper receptacle for a full-grown man.
He methodically went up and down on Sally. To her it seemed like an eternity and then some. But it was only a matter of five minutes that Sally had to endure that pain.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his grinding body began to cause Sally other sensations.
Her screaming stopped. Seeing that she could do nothing about her situation other than endure it, Sally gave up.
That is, she let her body go limp. The fear that had motivated her was gone.
The realization that she was still alive and was still able to endure his throbbing cock inside her made her realize that she was not as bad off as she had suspected.
She realized that there must be something about her vagina that made it able to accommodate a bulging swollen cock as the one she had seen on the man.
She realized that millions of people had to have gotten fucked before without being mutilated.
As she let her body go limp, Sally no longer felt pain. She understood that it was her fears and childlike imaginations that had tormented her along with the first sensations of pain.
Slowly, Sally began to feel sensations in her pussy that were similar to the ones that she had felt when her pussy was being eaten.
Now, Sally felt pleasure again. Her pussy began to twitter and tingle as he gyrated his large frame on top of her.
Her sounds changed from screams of pain to murmurs of euphonious ebullition.
Her nail digging into his back loosened in their grip and held on firmly but tenderly as she embarked on the better part of her trip through the pleasure of sexual intercourse.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, feeling rushes of thrilling vibrations flurrying around her erotic zones.
Soon, it even began to feel better than before when he was nibbling on her swollen clit.
This was such a filling feeling. Sally's sexual appetite had only been whetted before when he nipped her bud.
That was only the appetizer, she surmised. This had to be the main, course, the soup and the desert combined.
Sally felt the hot breath of the man through the stocking. His breaths were coming out in raspier and more prolonged spurts.
Sally realized not that he must be getting some kind of feeling from the fucking that was similar to the one she was receiving.
She moved her cunt upwards into the cock. A new flurry of pleasure overcame her then.
His body began to quake. She felt his cock begin to twitch and quiver inside her pussy.
She felt what she knew to be scum come spurting out of his cock in quick little jets.
His ejaculations filled Sally's well, triggering her own hot swill into circulation.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Sally murmured with exquisite delight.
She again felt her love juice slowly oozing through her canal and seep out of her widening crevice.
The man rolled off Sally, but she was too content with her own pleasures to notice or care about him again.
Her white grave slid out of her slit and rolled slowly down the inside of her lean thigh.
She reached down to her cunt with her hands this time. She placed them over her socket and pushed it, hoping to prolong the intense feeling, wanting to let her passions linger as long as possible.
As her fingers touched her ventricosed clit, she rocked back and forth from the sensations that her naturally lubricated clitoris caused her.
She sighed once more and threw her hands out, exhausted and without a care in the world.
CHAPTER THREE
The news of Sally's rape had leaked. Within two days it had spread like wildfire and was the main topic of conversation among the campers of the huge Iroquois National Forest Range.
Three teen-aged couples sat around a little picnic blanket outside their three tents.
"She must have been really embarrassed when those kids found her tied up with those vines," quipped sixteen year old Gary Surtees to the five other members of his group.
"She was in shock, stupid," replied Angela Haber, Gary's girlfriend.
"Oh!" Gary replied.
"It's not funny. It's really a terrible experience for a woman to get raped," said Marjorie Cartwright, addressing the three male members of her group in particular.
Bernie Galen got up quietly and walked around behind his girlfriend, Marjorie.
He grabbed her small breasts from behind and in a gruff voice said: "Boo! Gotchya'. "
"Bernie! Stop that. That poor little girl may never recover from that and you guys are making jokes about it. That's really unfair."
'They said she had urine all over her body," stated Rusty Thomas, unsuccessfully trying to hold back a few giggles.
"How do you know that?" Bernie asked.
"One of those kids that found her told me. You know those kids with that family with the house trailer. They're the ones.
"It was right near here, too," Rusty said, glad that he had been made privy to some classified information.
"You wanna know what else happened to her?" asked Rusty excitedly.
"No!" Leigh stated.
"What?? What?? " asked Gary and Bernie.
"Some of her pussy hairs were pulled "
"Shut up, stupid!! " Leigh yelled. "God, she's only twelve years old."
'Twelve? What the hell would anyone want with a twelve year old? He must really be sick," said sixteen year old Bernie.
"I've seen some twelve year olds with nice bodies," Rusty said, putting his hands in his crotch.
"She probably couldn't have any smaller boobs than you," said Bernie to sixteen year old pretty, but flat-chested Marjorie.
"But you love my little titties anyway," Marjorie replied seductively.
"Mmmmmmm," Bernie replied.
"I feel kind of creepy. She wasn't raped far from here," Leigh stated.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly overhead.
"God, I hope I don't see any weird looking men today," Marjorie said.
"I'd hate to think what I'd do if I were accosted," said shapely Leigh.
"Lie back and enjoy it," interjected Rusty.
"You're terrible," Marjorie and Angela said.
"Did they get a description?" Bernie asked.
"You mean of the guy or the rape?" Rusty laughed.
"Both," Bernie laughed.
"It's almost funny," Leigh stated.
"They say he's between five feet ten and six-feet ten, and he is probably Caucasian. She really couldn't identify him," Rusty said.
"I heard that her dog bit him," Marjorie said to Rusty, who seemed to have the most knowledge about the crime.
"They found a piece of black material from a shirtsleeve near the scene. He was wearing all black and had a stocking around his head. The dog was knocked unconscious from a log, but he's all right now," Rusty said.
"Poor doggie. Awwwwww," groaned Gary in mockery.
"He might have a cut on his hand from the dog," Rusty said.
"Good dog," Gary replied. "I know one thing. I'm not going out into the woods alone tonight," Leigh stated.
"We're gonna have a nice time right here," Bernie said, and kissed Leigh affectionately on her forehead.
"There's gonna be lots of cops, troopers, and forest Rangers around now. This ain't the first rape, they say," Rusty stated.
"That's good," replied pretty blonde Angela.
Not far away from the six teen-agers, Tom Allen and his family had set up camp. His three nubile daughters and his wife were sitting on a bench near their two large tents.
"And I want all three of you girls not to let the other out of your sight tonight," said Alice Allen to her three young daughters.
"I'll watch out for Cindy," said thirteen year old Fawn to her mother about her eleven year old sister.
"And I'll watch out for Fawn," said the well-developed fifteen year old, April.
"Good. Here comes your daddy, and he'll watch out for me," said the well-preserved Alice.
"Huh?" asked Tom as he approached his family.
"I'm just telling them to be careful because they haven't found that rapist yet," Alice said to her husband.
"What rapist?"
"YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T HEARD?? ? " Alice asked incredulously.
"Oh, oh yeah, a little girl was raped, huh?" Tom said blankly.
"She was only twelve, daddy," Cindy chirped.
"Don't you think you should tell them to be careful, Tom. Maybe we should go back to Denver until this thing blows over," Alice suggested.
"Be careful, girls. You heard your mother. Alice, we're here already. I don't think we should go back yet. We can still have a good time," Tom said, putting his hand around Alice's waist and sliding it under her tight, revealing body-shirt.
'Tom, not here. Not in front of the girls," Alice said, removing his hand from her trim belly.
"Jesus, Alice!! We're on a vacation. I want a little fun, too," said the muscular young father. "In the tent. I said, 'I can't very well hear you' and then there's another excuse or something!"
'Tom, please not in front of them," Alice said, looking at her blushing daughters.
"Did you get a boo-boo, daddy?" Fawn asked, pointing to a band-aid on her father's hand.
Tom put his other hand over the band-aid. "No, I just cut my hand on a can-opener. It's all right," he told his honey-haired daughter.
"Did you put anything on it?" Alice asked.
"Yes! I told you it's all right!" Tom shouted, his nerves starting to upset him.
"You don't have to yell," Alice pouted.
Tom looked at her. He cuddled up next to her.
He whispered in her ear. "It's been four weeks since we made it, baby. How about tonight?"
"Maybe. I just had my period a few days ago. I'm not sure if I'm in the mood," Alice said coldly.
Tom got up and walked off.
A mound of empty beer cans were piled up near the secluded tent of Duke Kumoko and his babe, Larainne. With them sat another couple, Duke's army buddy when they were in Viet Nam, Ed Snider, and Ed's girl, Patty.
They were all sitting around in shorts. Nothing more.
"Shit! I seen a lotta shit in Nam that would make that little girl's rape seem like a kiddy party. Ain't that right, Ed," Duke bragged drunkenly, and took another swig of beer.
"Right!" Ed replied and cupped one of Patty's luscious breasts in his hand and tweaked her hard pink nipple.
"What did you see, honey?" Larraine, equally drunk as the rest of them asked.
"Babe," Duke said, squeezing the brunette's elongated melons, "I seen and done stuff there that would make your pussy hairs stand up," Duke said, his willingness to talk encouraged by the alcohol.
"Duke!" Ed said and looked at him hard.
"That's all right, Buddy. We can trust these dolls. We been with them for over three months now. Ain't that right, babe?"
"Right, honey," Larraine said and snuggled up closer to Duke, rubbing her large conical shaped breasts against his arm, and nibbling on his neck.
"Yeah, you can trust us," said Patty to Duke and she thrust her firm white nineteen year old breast up at Ed, encouraging him to suck on them.
"You remember that time in Sai-tow, Ed? When we raided that Gook orphanage. Ha, that was a cake."
"Mmmmm," Ed replied, listening to Duke and lapping at the distended red nipples of his girl.
"Ain't our fault they didn't speak no English and couldn't understand us when we told 'em to strip so we could look for hand grenades. Man, I got me a few young kids that was better than any piece of tail I've had since," Duke said.
Larriane looked wide-eyed at him.
"Except for you, of course, babe," Duke recovered.
"But there's something about them little girls. They don't know what to expect, and you ain't gotta explain what you're doing to them cause they don't speak no English."
"Member that little French girl who " Ed began but was was cut off by Duke.
"Lemme tell it, Ed. There was this little twelve year old who was half French, and she was practically white-skinned. She had blond hair, even, and on her pussy. I swear, about twelve of us musta plugged that little bitch," Duke bragged.
"That's horrible, tee hee," laughed Larraine.
"Well, I just wanted to say that it ain't really that sick for a guy to want to rape a twelve year old like they'd want you to think about that guy who did it," said Duke, slurring his words.
"Hey, come to think of it, you stepped out of the tent for a few hours that night, Duke," Larraine said suggestively.
"So? You was sleeping, and you wasn't putting out anymore anyhow," Duke responded.
"You didn't, Duke?? ? ? " Patty asked.
Ed snickered.
"Heck. I wouldn't do nothing like that in the states. I just couldn't sleep and went looking around in the woods. I didn't hear nothing, either," Duke replied and opened another can of beer.
CHAPTER FOUR
As night approached, an aerial view of the forest range showed that many lights were flickering from the tents of the campers.
Sgt. Jason Rogurski and Sgt. Max Brownmiller looked down at the scene from their chopper.
"There'll be a lot of tight pussies tonight," Jason said.
"I don't think that guy is going to try it again. This area is flooded with cops and lawmen," Max said.
"I don't know. You can never tell about these 'sickos' when they want some poontang," Jason countered.
"I hope we get the bastard this time," Max said vehemently. "What was the last one? The fifth?"
"Yeah, something like that. Good thing most of these campers don't know that. There would be panic already, and this area would be deserted."
"That's the best way to get him. Remove the bait."
"Naaa. He'll just wait for some more fish."
"Did you see the last one?"
"Yeah, she was a pretty little thing. I was there when they gave her a blanket to wear. Cute little titties, if you ask me."
"You're a horny bastard," Max said.
"Yeah."
"I dare you to walk up to that tool shed and back," said Bernie Galen to his girlfriend, Marjorie.
"It's pitch black out there. You gotta be crazy," Marjorie replied.
"Are you little girls scared of the boogeyman?" Rusty asked and passed the joint to Angela.
No one answered.
"What will you give me if I walk down to that old tool shed?" Leigh finally said.
"The best fuck you ever had," Rusty said to his girlfriend.
"I'm gonna get to use my brother's 'Vette when he goes away next week and I know someone who might like to drive it," Bernie said slyly, knowing full well of Leigh's interest in imagine cars.
"Really?" Leigh asked, her senses perking up.
"No, bullshit. All you gotta do is walk to the tool shed and back by yourself. It's only about a hundred yards."
"Can I use a flashlight?"
"No," Gary and Bernie said.
"You can have the car for a whole day all by yourself," Rusty said temptingly.
"All right," Leigh agreed.
"Leigh. Don't!! " Marjorie and Angela warned.
"Don't worry. Nothing will happen. Just leave the light on here so I can see how to get back."
Leigh was wearing denim cut-offs and a blue T-shirt without a bra. Her pert little breasts were outlined very well inside the tight shirt. She wore tennis sneakers without socks as she slowly headed into the darkness, looking back at the flickering bulbs from the three tents.
The first fifty yards were clear, just grass, but then the thickets began. Trees and vines close together. She had to look down to find the narrow footpath. Just before she entered the murky forest, she looked back at the lights. They seemed so tiny now. She looked at the shapes of the trees and studied them carefully. She looked into the distance, but she could not see the decaying wood of the old tool shed in the nighttime. She knew that it was a little distance up the winding path, however, since they had all sat around it the day before and gotten high.
Leigh took a deep breath, put her hands between her legs for warmth and stepped into the dense woods.
In order to let them be certain that she actually did walk up to the tool shed, Leigh was supposed to bring back a piece of one of the rotting boards from the lake. As if she were walking on eggs, the brave little blonde made her way towards the tool-shed which was in a slightly open area.
From a distance of ten feet, she saw the shape of the ten-foot high structure.
She approached it carefully, feeling around it for a loose piece of gray painted wood. She walked around to the other side of the shed.
'Dammit! They're all fastened on there pretty good,' Leigh said to herself.
She heard a noise. It was a twig breaking. Leigh froze. She listened again. Her heart pounded.
She remained in that position for over two minutes, trying to still her panting. She thought that she could hear her heart beating.
'Maybe I was imagining it,' she said to herself and continued to circle the tool shed.
She approached the corner of one of the sides. Feeling along the walls of the structure, Leigh turned the corner.
She walked right into the arms of a large man.
"YIIIIIEEEEEEE!! ! ! ! HE'S GOT ME!! ! HE'S GOT ME!! ! ! " she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Leigh's slender body began to quake and spasm violently. She felt a pair of strong arms holding her by the elbows and shaking her.
Suddenly, the whole area was flooded with light. The roaring of helicopters could be heard.
Men in uniforms circled in on the screaming girl from all parts of the woods. Sirens flared.
Leigh, still screaming looked at her attacker.
He was a forest ranger, too.
"Calm down, calm down Miss," he said soothingly.
"Shit! There's too many fucking cops around here," said Capt. John Troy, viewing the scene.
"False alarm, Captain. I thought that she might be the guy, and she thought I was him," said Ranger Clayton Moore.
At that same time about a mile away from the scene where Leigh had her scare there was pitched a small khaki tent. Inside the tent, a man looked through some magazines with explicit hard-core sex scenes. There were pictures of girls fucking guys, with the insertion plainly visible. There were pictures of girls in bondage and others dressed in the leather accoutrements of Sadomasochism. He looked at the pictures closely. He studied the pictures of girls fucking dogs intensely.
He stroked his eight-inch erection, and fingered his black nylon stocking.
With a thud, he slammed the book shut. He rose to his full height and stretched. Putting the stocking in his black pants pocket, he strolled out of his tent and looked around. Seeing nothing, he walked briskly into the dense thicket.
Larraine Robinson, Duke Kumoko's babe was wandering through the woods, drunk and laughing. She was a short distance away from her tent. It would only be a short trip to the outhouse, she thought, and she was too drunk to be concerned about a rapist. Besides, Patty was still sitting around the tent, waiting for her sapphic lover. The guys had gone exploring in the woods by themselves, looking for animals, and the rapist, they had said.
Larraine didn't mind because this would give her a chance to get in some good pussy eating, unknown to the two guys.
She had put on a low-cut shirt when she went to the outhouse, but even though she had made that trek a few times before, her senses had been dulled by the alcohol, and she was struggling to find her way back.
Finally, Larraine saw the lantern that Patty had put up in front of her tent.
"Hooray!" she yelled out loud, looking at the light of the lantern as if it were God sent.
She was still a few hundred yards away and her voice couldn't carry all the way to Patty, but she took mincing running steps in that direction.
"Patty! Patty!" she called, her words slurred.
"Grrrr. Patty's not here," came a weird throaty sounding voice.
"Uh oh," Larraine said, half to herself, half out loud, as she heard the voice behind her.
She looked behind her and she was able to see the tall figure of a man wearing a hat. He advanced toward her slowly, then more quickly, in a somewhat awkward manner.
Patty's eyes bulged out. She tried to run. She tried to scream.
She was rooted to the spot and her voice was stuck inside her vocal chords from fright.
The man approached.
"P-please," Larraine whimpered. Then the air was shattered for the second time that night with another piercing, blood-curdling shrill.
"YIIIIIEEEEEEE," Larraine screamed.
Again, the area was flooded with light.
Police moved in on the scene quickly.
Five uniformed police officers grabbed the man, while three others pointed rifles at him.
A searchlight was set right on his face.
"Dammit!" Captain Troy yelled.
The ten year old boy opened up his raincoat and got down from his eleven year old brother's shoulders.
"He made me do it," said the little ten year old.
A few hours later it was midnight.
Alice Allen sat in front of her tent with her eldest daughter, auburn-haired April.
"Mom, why did daddy leave again?" April asked.
"It's a long story, April," Alice said sadly. "That means it's about sex. Right mom?" said the precocious fifteen year old.
"Right, but you wouldn't understand, baby," the pretty mother said.
"I understand a lot more than you think, mom," Alice replied.
"What does that mean?" Alice asked.
"Mom, if I tell you something about me, do you promise you won't blow your stack?" April said as softly as possible.
"What is it?"
"Promise you won't get mad."
"All right. I promise, but what is it, April?" her mother asked impatiently, still thinking about her problems with Tom.
"I'm no virgin, mother," April stated proudly.
Startled, Alice looked at her daughter harshly.
"What?? ? ? ! ! ! ! " Alice shouted.
"You promised, mommy," April chirped.
Alice looked at her blossoming young daughter long and hard. She said nothing. April stared right back at her. A smile creased Alice's lips.
"Ohhhhh, my little baby," cried Alice joyously, and hugged the buxom fiftten year old.
"I love you, mommy."
"I love you too, baby. I'm just sorry that you're growing up so fast. I hope your young man likes you," Alice said.
"Oh, he does. He's beautiful and so thoughtful and so considerate, mommy. His name is Steve."
I'm so glad for you, April. Steve is such a strong name."
The two women chatted and gossiped for awhile. Alice confided to her daughter that she and her husband had not had sex in over a month.
"I'm frigid," Alice cried. "But I'm going for some sex therapy with a Masters and Johnson consultant," Alice continued.
The two pretty young ladies giggled like schoolgirls over their newfound relationship.
"I hope we didn't wake Fawn and Cindy up," April chuckled.
"I'll check on them," Alice replied, and walked over to the girls' tent a few yards away.
Alice peeped in through the opening.
Eleven year old Cindy was sleeping peacefully, cuddled up like a kitten in her pajamas with the daisies imprinted on them. Her mother smiled and glanced towards thirteen year old Fawn's bed.
Her mother looked at the empty bed, uncertain what to make of it for a moment. She pressed her hands heavily against her temples, trying to block out the thought that had entered her mind.
"What is it, mom?" April asked, watching her mother.
"FAWNNNNNNNNNN!! ! ! ! ! ! ! " Alice screamed, running over to Cindy and shaking her.
"Where's your sister? Where is she?" Alice hollered, shaking the little girl roughly, as if it were her fault.
Cindy began to cry. April ran over. She saw that her middle sister wasn't in the tent. Then it hit her too.
"Mother!! ! ! " April cried, and the three females embraced each other and cried.
"My daughter!! ! ! My daughter," Alice yelled running out of the tent.
"Fawn?? " Fawn?? ? " Cindy and April followed, hollering for their sister.
Little blonde-haired Fawn heard her family's yells.
However, she couldn't call back to them.
A large masculine hand was covering her mouth.
The man tore off little Fawn's polka dot pajama tops.
Still covering her mouth with one large hand, he went for her white little breasts with the other.
He tweaked her nipples, roughly pulling them and squeezing them until the pink buttons had grown erect and red.
Then he squeezed her cheeks together real hard.
Fawn looked at the stocking-covered face with horror. She felt like her cheeks or her jaw would be crushed. She tried to scream.
The man removed his other hand from her young tits and placed it softly over her lips.
He put one finger across her mouth. He kept it there.
Slowly, he removed the tight grasp with which he held Fawn's jaws together.
Fawn whimpered softly.
He tapped her little lips lightly with his finger.
Fawn received the message.
She didn't understand why he didn't speak, but she understood that if she made a noise, she would have her jaw crushed.
Slowly, the man removed his hand from her mouth.
Fawn was silent.
She heard the yells of her mother, and she saw lights going on all over the area.
But that didn't lift her hopes up at all. She was lying in a little gorge that was covered on top by boards that the man had securely replaced after he carried the squirming girl into the hole in the ground.
Her father had once told her that that part of the forest was once nice. It had had a little stream that was dried up. He explained that was the reason they put boards over it so people wouldn't trip and break their ankles in the narrow, but deep gorge.
It was narrow all right. The man had just enough room to lie down in it. It was about three feet deep, which was more than enough room for him to get on top of little Fawn. It was also about fifty feet long.
Fawn shivered from the moist dirt underneath her and the clammy hands of the man on her well-developed breasts. That is, they were well-developed for a thirteen year old, but they were still not fully ripe and firm like her mother's.
Fawn clenched her lips together so she wouldn't make a sound. It also served the purpose of letting her bite the bullet, so to speak.
And Fawn had good cause to bite the bullet. The anguish she was feeling at that moment was almost unbearable.
Unlike Sally, Fawn had an older sister to teach her some of the facts of life.
Fawn understood what a rapist does. The little cherub had never had sex before, but she had let boys pet her, and she had masturbated a few times under the watchful and instructive eyes of her sister, April.
Fawn squirmed, as she felt the large hands of the rapist fondling her breasts.
'Why me? Why me' Fawn said to herself, unable to prevent a low sounding whimper from escaping her mouth.
The man tapped her lips with a finger, but a little harder than he did before.
He lifted his large body off little Fawn now. He pressed his hands against the soft ground beneath him.
He looked down the length of Fawn's nubile body.
The little ing�nue could not prevent a tear from rolling down her cheek as she expected him to rip her pajama bottoms from her now.
Fawn's expectations were not unfulfilled.
He grabbed the elastic top of her multi-colored pajama bottoms with the polka dots and pulled them down to her knees. He clasped a hand over her mouth again, as the little thirteen year old looked down at her exposed pussy with horror stricken eyes.
Her honey-colored mound of curls glistened with little drops of cold sweat.
Her meaty little girl thighs shook from fear.
As the man slowly removed his hand from her mouth, he caressed her smooth legs gently.
Moving upwards, he came to the inside of her upper thighs.
Fawn crossed her legs.
'He's going to rape me. I know it. I know it,' she thought to herself, her fear-ridden brain unable to concentrate on any articulation of thoughts.
She bit her lips once more. Occasionally, some light would peep through the cracks of the wooden planks covering the gorge. Fawn guessed that they were flashlights looking for her. She was able to hear voices and noise all around her.
"Get another detail in the Green sector," she heard a man's voice say. She knew that he was not more than twenty feet away from her.
But she was helpless.
She debated within herself whether to scream or not as his middle finger entered the narrow cleft between her legs.
She knew that he would be caught if she screamed, but she also knew that he would probably kill her right before they caught him.
'I'll still have my life. I'll still be alive,' little Fawn reasoned. 'Rape is better than death,' she told herself.
"Mmmmmmmm," Fawn moaned, as she felt her clit pinched.
The little love button whose soul purpose is to arouse the sexual appetite of a female caused Fawn to murmur an uncontrollable sigh of passion.
She fought the feeling. She didn't want to feel any pleasure from her experience.
The man clamped his hand over her mouth again, after her moan.
He undid the zipper of his black chino's. With one hand, he pulled them down and then his underpants, also black, came down next.
Fawn's eyes bulged and remained fixed on the throbbing erection that was about to be inserted into her.
Now, her fears mounted. Although she had heard in explicit detail just what sexual intercourse was, it still was not the same as actual experience.
Fawn forgot everything that her sister had told her. All she knew was that tremendous cock was going to pierce her tight twat.
Now, Fawn wasn't so sure that death was worse than rape. She hated the thought that the first man to enter her would be this sadistic rapist. Fawn wasn't a prissy little girl, but she still wanted the first one to be someone she loved.
She knew that the rapist wouldn't stop his rapes after he fucked her. There would be more and more little girls who would be brutally attacked unless he was apprehended.
Fawn summoned up all of her will-power and tried to scream.
However, her cries were muffled by his large hand over her mouth.
"Mmf was all the sound that Fawn could release under the pressure of his stifling hand.
The man looked under him at his cock and at Fawn's cunt.
Fawn closed her eyes tightly and tried to grit her teeth, as he went up and then down, plunging his giant wad into her dry pussy.
Fawn's eyes rolled to the top of her head. She couldn't move her face at all. She opened and closed her eyes at a rapid speed, trying to create some kind of movement to help counteract the excruciating pain that had just come upon her. The pain was still there. She kicked her little feet violently, but Fawn soon realized that it was only turning the rapist on by her kicking.
She didn't care, however, because, it was just a physical impossibility for her to remain still at that moment.
The throbbing pain shot all through her body, causing her nerves to become a jangled mess.
The pain was sent to her brain from her sore cunt, and she convulsed back and forth, her little back banging the moist ground, her head still pressed against the dirt by his large hand.
Still not giving up, Fawn kicked and rocked as hard as she was able to when he began to pump up and down on her 120 pound body.
She heard footsteps running over the wooden boards, and she wished that she could call out and say "Here I am, mommy. Come and get me. Here I am."
But this is not a fantasyland. A happy ending only happens in story books, Fawn realized, and she knew that a Prince Charming would not show up in the nick of time and rescue her.
The nick of time had already passed, Fawn knew, but she also knew that he might do further damage to her.
The thought struck her that he might have to kill her anyway.
Despite the tremendous pains she was feeling in and around her cunt, Fawn was able to think of the possibilities that remained to her.
She wondered how he would get out of the hole and still not have to worry about her screaming. She knew that he would have to do something to prevent that after he was finished using her.
Fawn wondered what she could do. She saw his gyrating body on top of her and tried to notice anything she could about him. But there was really not much. She tried to guess his height. She was unable to do that either, mainly because of her position. His head was further up than her head. She was looking straight up at his shoulders.
Suddenly, Fawn realized that the more she thought about other things, the less pain she felt.
A new idea struck her now.
She would make believe that the man was really someone else. Someone she liked and admired. But who?
Fawn had to laugh inside her when the thought of her father struck her mind. 'No,' she reasoned. 'I couldn't imagine that this man is my father. Daddy would never want to -No, I just couldn't.'
She realized that even pondering and rejecting that thought about her father had helped her.
She no longer felt pain.
At first, it was like a numb kind of feeling.
'Is this what fucking is like?' Fawn wondered, aware now that she actually was getting fucked. She said that over to herself. 'I'm really getting fucked and it doesn't hurt.'
The fact that she was not able to put into words and in a coherent statement comforted little Fawn somewhat.
She tried to look down with her eyes underneath his body to see what was happening to her cunt, but her head was tilted upwards and his body was pressed too close to hers to enable her to watch.
Fawn felt a little removed from her rape because of that, but she still was unable to concentrate on the feelings of the fucking. She felt neither pleasure or pain just yet.
Another thought struck her. She thought that she would be able to fuck as many people as she wanted to in the future without feeling anything.
That thought pleased little Fawn, because she figured that she would be able to fuck all day long and tire out any number of men.
As the rapist gyrated his huge body on top of the little girl, she prided herself in the fact that although he could steal her virginity, he still couldn't steal her thoughts and her mind.
She let her body go limp, and a smile of internal gratification would have creased her lips if the large hand had not covered her.
The man began to thump harder on little Fawn now. And even harder. It was as if he were trying to produce a reaction in the little girl by making his cock drive right through her tender pussy.
Fawn felt the difference, and she had to hold on to his back tightly in order to receive the increased agitation of the thrusting cock. The beat of his thrusts into her made Fawn concentrate even harder to prevent herself from feeling pain or pleasure. She did feel the cock inside her, she knew, but she used every ounce of energy to control her emotions. She wanted to show him no sign that she was pleased or displeased from his forced entry into her.
'If I was only able to moan or groan, I'd be able to do it,' Fawn said to herself.
It was getting harder and harder for her to hold back. Her body tensed up now and she was fighting the feeling that was being produced in her.
Suddenly, the man stopped. Then he began again, fluctuating his rhythm.
This made Fawn terribly frightened. She had used her senses to time his thrusts into her, but now the erratic undulations could not be timed. His cock was plunging deep into her cunt at irregual intervals now. She could not guess when he would slow down or speed up.
Fawn realized that he was perfectly aware of her attempts to overcome the feelings and he was fighting her. He was trying to make her feel!
Her virgin blood already spilled, Fawn felt that now, fifteen minutes later, she was already an experienced seductress.
However, the pretty blonde still had a lot to learn, although she had already learned a great deal from this experience.
A quick thrust and then a pause and then three quick thrusts of his throbbing tool did the trick.
Fawn's eyes gave her away.
He took his hand away from her mouth to let Fawn sigh a long, uncontrollable murmer of passion.
She knew that he knew that he had beaten her.
Fawn felt the tingles of erotic pleasure shooting through her lithe body.
She was no longer in control of her passions.
She realized this and she hated the fact. She loved the burning fury that had enveloped her, but she hated the fact that she had succumbed and let herself feel the pleasures of the fuck.
She felt terrible as she thrust her cunt up into his cock, matching his rhythm, wanting him to give her more.
She was unable to tell her body to remain still or tense up any longer.
Her cunt would not listen to her mind.
She had to. She was gripped by a force stronger than her mind.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, and the man put his hand over her mouth again.
Fawn's pussy began to contract around his thick shaft as it moved up and down on her.
The pleasant congruity of their motions had permeated every thought in Fawn's head. Her mind was no longer working as a separate entity. It was only the sensations within her that guided her now.
The rapist shot his load into the enraptured girl.
As each jet of come shot out of his pile driver, Fawn felt surges of incredible passion. She held on to him and thrashed about with reckless abandon.
He took her hand away from her mouth again.
"Ohhhh, -ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," Fawn murmured. Her mellifluous sounds were released from the stored up passions that had accumulated in her with the hand around her mouth.
He put his hand back to her mouth again as her moans grew louder.
Still with his hand on her mouth, the man rolled off her and looked at the passion contorted face of his victim.
He reached for his pants. He pulled out a handkerchief and unfolded it. He took his hand away from Fawn's mouth for an instant to wrap the handkerchief around her mouth.
Fawn was able to realize what was happening now, but she was still deep in the throes of passion and could not utter any syllables other than soft sighs.
As she felt the material tighten around her mouth, she slowly began to realize that he was finished with her and that she still did not have a plan to escape.
She closed her eyes and thought back to the pleasant memories of her recent past. She thought back to a quiet dinner with her parents, to the time when she and her boyfriend, Billy Rowe had played strip poker.
Fawn realized that her life was flashing before her eyes.
'So this is how it is,' she said to herself as she looked up at her faceless tormentor.
He looked down on her and seemed to stare into her eyes.
Fawn smiled at him. She had already accepted the inevitability of her death.
She just wanted him to get it over with quickly.
The man got down next to her.
Fawn did not notice any weapon with the man. 'How would he do it,' she wondered, upsetting the calm serenity she had just assumed.
He bent down over her. He ruffled his fingers through her previously untouched blonde pubic hairs.
All that Fawn could do was watch him helplessly. He no longer had to keep his big hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. The tight handkerchief now had that job. And it was a necessary job, for little Fawn would have been screaming her head off at this point, as he inserted three fingers into her cunt.
Fawn writhed in shame and agony as he probed the depths of her sexuality. The little girl racked her body up and down, in order to absorb his roughly penetrating fingers.
Fawn felt that her cunt was spreading wider and wider, and her instincts told her that it would not be a temporary thing, but permanent.
Despite the pleasure she had finally felt from the fucking, she didn't feel pleasure now. She couldn't permit herself the luxury of not feeling the fingers manipulating around her cunt. She felt it and she hated it.
'Kill me! Please kill me!' Fawn pleaded inwardly.
With his free hand, the man squeezed her little breasts, pulling the skin, and squeezing her erect nipples with venom.
Fawn was writhing with agony. She no longer tried to understand why he was doing this to her. She had pondered that only briefly before, but now all she could think about was the anguish. The physical and mental anguish that she was forced to undergo.
Suddenly, without warning, he removed his fingers from her dripping cunt, and stopped squeezing her titties.
Fawn was now in a state of near hysteria. She had not expected him to ravage her any more after he had fucked her. That she had expected, although she could by no means imagine what kind of experience the fucking would be.
Now, Fawn realized that he was not finished with her. She was still conscious, and she still had to suffer and endure whatever perversions he wanted to take with her exposed little body.
He rolled her over on her front, the dirty moist ground causing Fawn to feel even more slimy. She brought herself even more agony by wondering about the insects and other life that might dwell in the gorge.
However, before Fawn had enough time to dwell on that matter for long, she felt something happening to her ass.
Her cheeks, white as snow, contrasted with the bronzed skin of her legs and back, save for the white lines of bikini marks. However, her own beauty was something that she could not think about now. She was only concerned that her beauty might be negated by the man's cruel and sadistic desires for her.
Knowing that she was helpless and had no escape was knowledge that little Fawn did not wish to have. However, she had no way of preventing that knowledge from entering her mind. Despite the commotion above her, Fawn knew that they would not think to look under the boards. Her father had told her that they had been that way for years, she remembered.
She felt for the first time in her life just what it feels like to have a fist up her ass.
She squirmed and writhed with strength she never realized she had.
However, that strength was still nowhere enough to combat that of a full-grown man.
Her little asshole had only experienced the feeling of exit and not entrance. She could not bear that terrible feeling much longer, she knew. She banged her fists on the dirt in front of her as he put his knee on her back to prevent her from moving around too much.
At this time Fawn's mother and sisters were being questioned by newspaper reporters. The police had already questioned them. There really wasn't much they could ask.
Tom Allen was still missing, and an A.P.B. was put out for him, even though Alice protested violently the insinuation that Tom was considered a suspect in the rapes.
However, it was the questions of the reporters that bothered Alice even more than that of the cops.
"Was your daughter a virgin, Mrs. Allen?"
"WAS!! ! ! " Alice shrieked.
"Do you think that she's with the rapist now?"
"Do you expect to see your sister alive again?"
"Will you ever go camping again?"
Alice, crying hysterically, had to pull her two daughters away from the reporters and their brutal, unfeeling questions.
They went back to their tent and waited for news. She could not return to their home yet. They still had to wait for Tom to return from wherever it was he went, and Alice did not want to leave the scene. She, at least, still had faint hopes that Fawn had snuck off somewhere and had gotten lost in the woods and would return safely.
Under police guard, the three females sat huddled together in their tent, waiting for news.
Each passing minute seemed like a day to them, and each passing hour seemed like an eternity.
A little after five o'clock, when the sun first began to rise, a big commotion set in around the Allen's tent.
Tom Allen had returned.
He was besieged by cops and newspaper and TV reporters with their notebooks and camera even before he had a chance to talk to his wife.
Capt. John Troy, the man who was placed in charge of the operation made all of the media people leave the area.
He questioned Tom Allen himself. First he observed, as he and Alice embraced and Alice told him of the dreadful news.
"Noooooooo," yelled Tom and slumped to his knees.
All of the reporters made notes and the cameras captured his misery from a distance.
"Where were you, Mr. Allen?" Capt. Troy asked.
Alice looked at him, and he looked at her. He put his head down and looked at the ground.
"Put Cindy and April inside," he told Alice.
Alice did so and returned.
Tom watched her. Capt. Troy was still waiting for his reply.
"I'm sorry, Alice," he sobbed.
'That's all right, my baby. I can understand. I know that it was my fault," Alice cried and hugged him.
Capt. Troy rocked back and forth on his heels, watching the tender embrace.
Tom Allen lifted his head up and looked at the Captain with wet eyes.
"I went to a whorehouse in town," he said, his voice breaking and straining to get all the words out.
Alice sobbed a little louder.
"Where?"
"On Front Street, some sleazy hotel. I can't remember exactly where."
"All right, we'll have to check that out. I'm sorry if we've caused you any further anguish, Mr. Alien, but we have to cover every possibility. We have two hundred men out in the field now looking for your daughter," Captain Troy said.
"I understand, I'm sorry," Tom Allen said, looking at his beautiful but frigid wife as he spoke.
"Things will be different now, Tom," Alice said softly.
They kissed, and squeezed each other hard. "Just one more thing, Mr. Allen."
"What's that?"
"Where did you get that cut on your hand?" Capt. Troy said triumphantly.
"I cut myself on a can opener," he replied unsteadily.
Tom looked at the cop and the cop looked at him. Tom's look was more of a quizzical nature and the cop's was one of ponderance.
"May I have a look at it, please, Mr. Allen? We suspect that the rapist may have been bitten by a dog and "
"Look. I've really had enough of this. If you want to charge me, go ahead. But I think that my family had already had enough stress for one night. My little girl might be in the hands of a sick degenerate, and you're talking to me like I did it. Just go away and leave us alone!! " Tom yelled.
Alice put her hand around his waist and told the cop by her action that she agreed with her husband.
Capt. Troy turned his back and took a few steps towards the ropes that were set up to block off the area of the Aliens' tent.
He turned around again, looked at the two people and said, "I hope we have some good news for you folks. I'm sorry for any extra trouble we may have caused you, but we cannot overlook any possibilities. I think we might be seeing more of each other in the future, Mr. Allen."
"Just find my little girl!! " Tom yelled.
At this point, there must have been over one hundred people behind the ropes looking at the scene. There was almost a picnic atmosphere among the viewers. "Look at his other daughters, Rusty. They're pretty nice little cunts," said Bernie Galen.
"You're terrible, I swear it. After we leave from here, I don't want to see either of you again," Leigh yelled.
"Come on Leigh, we're only kidding," Bernie explained.
"Kidding?? ! ! I almost had a heart attack when I ran into that cop. Can you imagine how that little girl must feel if she ran into the real rapist?" Leigh shrieked.
"They think her father might be the one," Gary said to his group of five teens.
"That's really sick," Angela said.
"Look at how those newspaper and TV people are pestering them. They can be as cruel as the rapist at times," Marjorie said.
"Well, what are you doing here?" Rusty asked her.
"Uh -, I just want to make sure that their daughter is returned safely, and I want to see their happy faces when she is," Marjorie stammered.
"Sure, sure," Rusty laughed.
Marjorie huffed and turned her back.
"I'll bet you five that she's still alive," Bernie said to Rusty.
"Bet me she wasn't raped," Gary said.
"No, just alive," Bernie said.
"Hey, quit shoving," Rusty yelled to someone behind him. "Nothing's happening yet," he shouted.
Not far away, Professor Milos Morosova was straightening out his tent which had been upset by people running to the scene.
Along with six students Prof. Morosova was on a geological field trip. The six students, three male and three females and the Professor, were wide awake at this early hour and were chatting about the police proceedings.
They normally would be up at this hour, but they were awakened anyway by the commotion.
"I think this might interrupt our expedition somewhat," the professor said with the slight trace of a Russian accent.
"You mean, they might stop us from looking at rocks and natural formations?" Melody Grand, a pretty honey-haired coed asked.
"Quite possibly. I understand that this criminal is not your ordinary rapist, and is giving the authorities quite a time," he said.
"What makes someone want to do such depraved things like that for, Professor Morosova?" asked Doe Stevens, another full-brested lovely.
"Well, that's a little out of my field, but I would think that he is acting under an impulse that he is unable to resist. From what I've heard about the previous cases, he only goes after little girls, undeveloped, physically. I would think that he feels inadequate with someone of his own age or experience, and he needs to prove himself. And it would only be an inexperienced girl such as a twelve year old who can give him this approval. She would be unable to relate any other experiences with sex to what she feels at the present from the rapist," Professor Morosova instructed.
"Well, for once I'm glad that I'm not twelve anymore," said eighteen year old Corinne Revere, a petite, small breasted brunette.
"He isn't going to ask you for your birth certificate. You should be happy that you look twelve years old, Corinne," needled Herb Vigran, a sophomore member of the group.
"Oh, shut up, Herbie. Everyone doesn't measure a female's age by her bust size," Corinne retorted.
"And it's inexperience the rapist wants, not experience," Melody told Corinne sarcastically.
"I'll have you know, Miss Grand, that unlike you, I do not permit every stray male to put me on my back," Corinne retorted.
"Well, look at her, Miss Chastity of 1976," Melody huffed.
"That's right. I am a virgin and I'm proud of it!"
Herb looked at his fellow male student, Allen Jenkins, and whispered, "Not for long she ain't, if the rapist hears that."
CHAPTER FIVE
Fawn was found the next evening. She was still conscious, but just barely. She suffered no permanent damages, but was hospitalized in order to recover from overexposure, and the trauma of the rape.
Again, she was unable to give any further details about her assailant because of the cramped quarters.
The next few nights went by with just a few scares. The forests were filled with curiosity seekers, vigilantes, and cops.
The cops were especially furious because the rapist had pulled an attack practically right under their eyes. Two teenagers were viciously beaten by a group of Six men armed with baseball bats. They were encountered in the woods and didn't want to explain their reasons for being there. It was later established that they were shooting some skag.
A lot of the campers had gone back home, but the increased notoriety of the Iroquois Forest Range drew other people in their stead.
The mayor of Culver City, whose jurisdiction the National Campsite resides, issued a number of statements and pledges to the tourists that they will be safe and that the increased flow of police officers has probably driven the rapist away.
There were a number of male and female decoys set up, and other plainclothes police officers, along with state troopers and forest rangers.
Captain John Troy was now under the direction of Police Chief Redmond Summers of the Denver police department. Summers was also a specialist in forest areas, having served in the jungles of Africa during the uprisings of the early sixties.
He brought with him one of his most valuable undercover police officers, a third degree black belt in karate, and an excellent marksman with pistols, Charlene Rice.
"Charlene, this is not going to be easy. You won't be allowed to carry a gun, and you'll have to roam the woods alone at night. You'll be the bait and I hope we catch the fish," Chief Summers told her in the confines of the temporary headquarters they set up not far from the main entrance to to forest range.
"When I took this job, I knew it wouldn't be easy, Chief," said the petite, youthful looking Charlene.
"You can still refuse this assignment, Officer Rice, and I would understand."
"If I refuse this assignment, I would never be able to look another women who was raped in the eye again, Chief," replied the twenty-three year old stoically.
"I knew you'd say that, Charlene. Of course, we'll have people following you as best as we can, but it will be your own operation for the most part," Summers continued.
"That's how I like to operate, Chief Summers."
"You've been briefed on the rapist, I take it."
"Yes, sir. I'm prepared to try to make myself look like a twelve year old. I'll put my hair in braids, and I have some patent maryjanes, and white socks," Charlene said, unsmiling, and ruffling her long blonde hair.
"I don't know how you'll do it, Charlene, but I've seen you in some other disguises, so I don't doubt you."
"It seems that this rapist has picked on little girls, and one thing I have in common with little girls are my breasts. They're not very large, and that should lead him on the track. Of course, if he ever gets my shirt off, he'll probably notice that they're also very firm and solid, but I hope we don't reach that point, Chief," stated Charlene, objectively and steadily.
Blushing, Chief Summers replied, "I hope so. I hope so, Charlene."
The man sat in his small tent. There were not many supplies around. Only magazines, a coffee pot, and a sleeping bag.
He stroked his long hard-on as it peeked out of the zipper of his black chinos. He yawned and stretched, rising to his full height of six feet, four inches. He rubbed his face with his two hands, and shook his head vigorously back and forth, as if to get the cobwebs out.
He opened one of the bondage magazines and took out a black, nylon stocking from one of the pages.
Along with a hunting knife, which he fastened to his belt, he put the stocking and a large white handkerchief in his pocket.
He stepped outside the tent, looked around the quarter moon lit night sky. He heard the noise of a chopper overhead.
He grumbled to himself. He went back into the tent and sat down again, picking up a magazine.
He looked through the magazine for a few minutes, then stood up, yelled a vicious animal-like roar, and ripped up the thick book in one stroke.
He fingered the leather sheath of his nine-inch hunting knife. He looked around the small area of his makeshift tent, as if he were searching for something.
His eyes came to the top of his sleeping back. His eyes lit up when he saw the small compartment near the ropes on the top of the sleeping bag.
He hurried over to it and pulled out a shiny metal object from the secret compartment. He looked at it carefully.
At one end was a black button, and at the other end of the nine inch metal rod was a red button.
It was a cattle prod, used by ranchers to move the cattle along by giving them electrical charges. He pressed the black button, and the red button glowed and vibrated. He put the cattle prod into his back pocket and moved his two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle out into the warm night air.
He passed a few people along the way, nodded to them, and kept moving.
"The excitement's got you too, huh?" said a smiling police officer to the man.
The man smiled and shrugged his shoulders, affirming the police officer's question. He kept moving.
"There's nothing to worry about. Have a good night," the police officer called out.
Doe Stevens, Melody Grand, Herb Vigran, and the other three members of their group sat around their tent, chatting about their class.
"One thing I don't like about it is we have to go to sleep so early and get up so early," Herb said. Melody nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, it's only for a week, and we're getting three credits for it," Doe said. "I think we can put up with it. Besides, we're out now and it's past one."
"Professor Morosova is really nice. I thought he was so business-like and formal before," Corinne said.
"Well, he's just had a rough trip through his life. This is an experience for him, too," Allen said.
"Yeah, did you see those numbers on his hand. He was in a concentration camp," Doe said.
"I heard he worked with the Hungarian resistance fighters during their rebellion," Corinne said.
"Yeah," Allen confirmed.
"He looks like he could handle himself, but he seems so gentle," Corinne said, the admiration apparent in her voice.
"You got the hots for him, Miss Purity?" Melody said to Corinne, remembering their little altercation of the day before.
"You really have a sick mind, Melody. Everything is sordid to you."
"Well, it's not my fault that some of us aren't endowed with feminine attributes," Melody said with an ugly smirk.
"Now, what's that supposed to mean?" Corinne, said, standing up with arms akimbo.
"Oooow, a fight," Allen laughed, as Melody rose to face Corinne.
"It means that all you could hope to attract is twelve year old boys and old college professors with your tits, girl! You know as well as I that your purity act is only an act. The only reason you're still a virgin is because you never were able to get anyone yet, and you wish you did," Melody yelled, getting everything off her chest that had stored up since she first met Corinne a few days ago.
"You're a nasty, evil female!" Corinne shouted.
Melody clawed at her, tearing her shirt, and exposing a pert little pair of breasts.
Allen whistled when he saw the two small mounds of titflesh, and the other two boys had their eyes opened wide.
However, they both ran over and pulled Melody off the struggling Corinne.
"You're all terrible. You're all just as bad as the rapist out there! If the professor was around now, I'm sure he'd agree with me," Corinne shouted, to the now laughing group.
"Poor baby," taunted Doe.
"Go to hell! All of you!! " Corinne shouted, trying to hold back the tears.
"Is little miss chastity going to cry?" Melody taunted.
"Oh, drop dead!" Corinne cried and ran off into the woods.
"Remember, if he finds you, just lie back and relax," Melody called after her.
The man walked into a less populated area of the woods. The spaces were more wide open and the choppers loomed overhead. There was a large area of meadowland, and then there were trees. He walked behind a large oak. He looked around, listening for noise. He went a little deeper into the forest, about fifteen feet from the meadowland. He heard nothing except the din of the two choppers that would circle the area at intervals of fifteen minutes.
He waited, and waited. For one half of an hour, he heard and saw nothing.
He stepped out from behind the tree. His dejection was apparent.
Suddenly, he heard the leaves rustling and some sticks breaking.
He heard voices.
"Think he's be up in a tree, Ed? I doubt they checked there yet."
"I don't know. You wanna climb up one just for the hell of it, Duke."
"I'm a little drunk, but we was drunker than this when we climbed those trees in Nam, huh Ed?"
The man stepped out from behind the tree. He was wearing his stocking over his head.
Duke Kumoko and Ed Snider froze when they saw him.
There was a brief scuffle.
The man walked briskly towards his tent, leaving the unconscious bodies of Duke and Ed covered with leaves.
He sat in his tent again, leafing through some magazines.
He threw the pile of magazines to the floor again, and walked out of his tent.
He walked in a different direction this time. He passed the scene of where he dumped the two bodies, and saw a lot of police officers congregating there.
A smile came to his face when he saw all of the attention that the two Viet Nam veterans were getting.
He walked unnoticed to a thicket of vines and small trees.
He sat down on the ground and covered himself with the ivy from the vines.
He waited.
Another hour passed and there was no noise. He didn't even hear the choppers.
He guessed that they were involved with the two men he had just subdued.
Again, he heard a noise. It came from a distance. He got on his belly, and put his ear to the ground, listening for more of a description.
He heard twigs breaking, and leaves rustling. The person was walking at a slow pace, he surmised. From the direction the person was going, he guessed that a continuation of that straight line would bring him, or hopefully, her, about ten feet from where he lay.
As the person moved closer, a smile came to his face. He could tell that the person approaching his area was of light weight by the way the leaves rustled and the twigs broke.
He waited, licking his lips, and he put on the stocking.
Now, he could see HER!
She walked casually towards him. He crouched low.
He found a pebble, and using his thumb as a propellant, shot the pebble in the direction that she was walking.
The girl stopped. She looked around. She altered her pace slightly. She did as he had hoped. Cautiously, she walked in a direction that would make her step right on his prostrate body.
He removed the handkerchief from his pocket, careful not to make the slightest sound.
She stood right over him now.
She stopped. She looked around. She shrugged her shoulders and took another step. It was to be a most regretful step.
He lunged and grabbed her by the ankle, causing her to lose her balance and tumble over.
He put his knee on her chest and looked down on her, covering her mouth.
She tried to holler, but his large hand prevented that. Suddenly, Police Officer Charleen Rice grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and using her knee for leverage, pulled him over on her, attempting to fling him over.
Just before he was about to go flying, he grabbed her wrist with his free hand and squeezed it, resisting the force which had moved his bulk over.
He flattened himself out on top of her, still holding on to her wrist.
He grunted, and twisted her arm behind her back underneath her.
She yelled once, but he twisted her arm severely.
The policewoman knew that one more twist of her arm might pull it out of its socket. She realized that her karate was ineffective against him. He probably knew as much karate as she and he had an enormous amount of brute strength.
He stood over her now, still twisting her arm behind her back, as she struggled on her knees.
He pushed her arm up behind her twice, causing Officer Rice to feel severe pain.
She did not scream however. She knew what those results would bring. Although she knew that a scream would also bring a fleet of police, she still felt that she could capture the rapist single-handedly. She knew that he would have to let his guard down, eventually.
Besides, she did not want to lose an arm!
He reached under her legs, and grabbed her ankle around her white sock.
He lifted her off the ground, holding her arm and her ankle as if she were a sack of potatoes.
He carried her through the forest, glancing all around him as he did so. When he heard a noise, he would drop to his belly and camouflage himself and the policewoman with leaves. He put a handkerchief tightly around her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
He lifted her up again, and ran through the woods, not showing any signs of exhaustion.
He approached a hill. He looked down it. He saw a fence and a gate separating the town of Culver City from the Iroquois forest range.
He set her down on the ground, on her back.
By this time, Officer Rice was bewildered. She had not expected the rapist to be so awesome. She knew that he had carried her for over a mile, and still showed no signs of exhaustion.
She studied him carefully, learning everything that was possible to know about him.
He found a few thin vines. He tied her up with them, securing her hands behind her back with a very professional knot and tying her ankles together, as she tried to figure out a way to get out of this.
He held the hunting knife between his teeth, letting her know that it was there.
Charlene watched him carefully, looking for an opportunity to do something. She thought that she might be able to run, or attack him on a few occasions, but she wasn't certain. He seemed to be studying her as closely as she studied him.
She could sense that he was very aware of her intentions.
She waited and cursed herself for allowing this to happen to her.
Tied securely and her mouth bound with the handkerchief, he draped her over his shoulder, ran down the hill, and out the gate. He was unobserved.
There were no police near the gate. All of his other rapes had been in the woods and there was no reason to suspect that he would take his victim out of the forest.
He looked around at the parked cars near the entrance.
Finding one that suited him, an innocuous looking '72 Chevy, he set her down on the ground near the car, and started the car by connecting the wires underneath it.
When he came up from underneath the car, he noticed that his victim had rolled over and over and was now about twenty feet away from him.
A smile came to his face as he caught up to her in a few brisk steps.
She still rolled over and over as he followed her, looming over her.
She could see him, but she still kept on rolling downhill. She understood that he could lift her up again, and carry her away. When she saw that he was enjoying her futile attempt to escape, she stopped rolling.
He grabbed her ankles with one hand and pulled her along the ground back to the car.
He put her in the front seat next to him, handling her as if she were an inanimate object, making her realize that she was being treated as such.
He drove down some dark uninhabited streets that were access roads to the forest range.
He circled some blocks a few times, as if he were looking for something.
Finally, he came to an area near the outskirts of the forest range that seemed to please him, Charlene thought, as he slowed the car down to a crawl.
She couldn't see out the window. She was trying to notice where they were going by the number of times that he turned and comparing that to her knowledge of the area.
He stopped the car.
He looked down on her once more, still wearing the stocking over his face. They had not passed once car in this deserted area.
He rolled the car onto some rough ground, riding slowly over bumps.
He stopped the car again, and opened the door.
He grabbed her feet again, and pulled her out of the car. Unable to break her fall from the seat to the ground, she hit the dirt on her shoulder with a thud. She saw what seemed to be an abandoned souvenir stand, and coffee shop.
It was boarded up with rotting wooden planks.
He had parked the car behind it and Charlene saw that it would be almost impossible to notice the car there.
With each passing moment, she was seeing that her chances of escaping her predicament were growing more futile.
However, her character and her training would not permit her to admit defeat and give up.
He set her down on the ground in front of the house.
Making a show of it, he kicked in the wooden door of the coffee shop, shattering the wood into three pieces with two precision-like movements of his powerful leg.
He dragged her into the abandoned store and set her down on the wooden floor.
He looked down on her.
She looked up at him.
There was fear in her eyes now.
Her only hope was that someone would notice the missing car and report it.
However, she figured that the car would probably not be noticed missing until the morning.
She knew exactly what had happened to the other victims of the rapist. This thought did not comfort her at all.
She understood the psychology of a typical rapist, but she also sensed that this was not a typical rapist. She knew that this man possessed a great deal of ingenuity, intelligence and also a daring that caused him to flaunt his skills right under the noses of the police.
She assumed that he knew she was a police officer. She was unable to guess if that would be an advantage or a disadvantage.
He continued to stare at her. She squirmed inside, knowing that he was enjoying the spectacle of her fidgeting and making her wait for him.
'If only he would take the handkerchief off my mouth, I might be able to use some kind of reason with him. I need a plan,' Charlene thought.
She wondered whether if it was better to challenge his masculinity and try to prevent his raping of her, or to make believe that she had given in and let him have his desires with her, in hopes of tricking him, and letting his guard down.
Her reason told her that the latter of the two alternatives was the preferable one, and would also be the correct one if the police were giving instructions.
They had always told women not to resist, in hopes that their life may be spared.
However, her pride and her instincts told her to resist his imminent advances towards her with all of her might.
She knew that if she set her mind to it, she could not be broken. She had great confidence in herself, and her endurance.
He bent down to her.
He pulled her white socks down as far as they would go. He stroked her ankles lightly.
Then, he squeezed her two ankles very tightly. It was as if he were showing her how easily he could crush her bones with his bare hands if he wanted to. She could feel his iron grip, and that scared her some more. It also gave her more incentive to resist him. If she could defeat him, she reasoned, the victory would be so much sweeter than if he were only some weak demented teenager.
Charlene was also ambitious besides being a dedicated worker. Thoughts of national fame and promotion spurred her on.
Her dress had come all the way up to her thighs during the course of her struggling.
As he stroked and squeezed her ankles, she tried to squirm out of his way.
She also tried to note everything about him. She noticed that he did not talk.
She took that to mean that something about his voice might give him away.
As she tried to roll away again, he stopped touching her. He stood up and watched her.
Charlene rolled over and over on her side. Finally, she came to a wall at the other end of the barren store.
He looked at her. She remained.
He let out a large, throaty guffaw at her predicament.
With his finger, he motioned her to come back to him. She remained at the wall.
She knew that this was to be the first encounter. She knew that he could easily move her back to him, but she was showing him that she would resist.
He let out his breath, and slowly walked towards her.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled.
She had to waddle on her ass and back to keep up with him and not have her hair pulled out by the roots.
He sat on an empty milk crate, and put his feet on her chest as she lay underneath him.
He bent over her again, and took the handkerchief off her mouth.
"You crazy sick bastard. I'm a police officer. Do you actually think you can get away with this? The whole force is going to be out looking for you. And if I ever get my hands on you, I'm going to cut your cock off, you pervert!"
He looked at her as if she had said nothing.
"Degenerate. Faggot! Queer! Sadist! I hope your mother rots in hell, you ugly bastard!"
Slowly, he bent over the enraged female and ran his finger up and down the back of her thigh.
She kicked her legs out of his reach. "I'm not going to let you do anything to me you don't work for. I'm not going to let you touch me unless you do it by force. I don't care if you think you're being gentle now, you still got me here by force and that's the only way you'll ever be able to get a woman, you filthy dog! You pig!"
Unfortunately for Charlene, she did not realize at that time that her desire to resist was music to his ears.
As she continued to rant and rave, he went about his business, almost methodically it would have seemed to an observer, if there had been one.
Slowly moving up the back of her thigh, he lifted her short plaid dress up over her head.
Charlene wiggled and squirmed, prompting a long weird giggle from her rapist.
He looked at her white panties with the pictures of little animals on them. She had even gone to the trouble of wearing those panties in case the rapist wanted to look up her dress in surveying her before attacking.
She knew that he understood that she was not twelve years old.
However, despite her twenty three years, and despite today's modern day society, Charlene was in fact a virgin.
Her father, her grandfather, and her great-grandfather had all been police officers. From the time of her birth she was infused with the notion that only dirty people engaged in sex.
As his fingers crept under her panties, crawling upwards towards her sleek untouched honey-pot.
It was at this moment that her virginity entered into her mind.
She had always considered herself a police officer. The fact that she was also a girl had been repressed from her mind. She took delight in making it in a man's world on a man's terms.
She would ask no quarters because of her sex. She would do everything that was expected of her as a police officer. And before that it was as a student. She did not want to have any handicaps placed on men, so she could advance. She was content to fight for everything she got on even terms.
It was now, that the realization that she was indeed a female was reinforced into her mind.
She knew that a man would never find himself in the position that she was in. It was only because of the fact that she was a female that she was now in the predicament she was in.
His creeping fingers ruffled through her as yet unseen pubic mound.
"NOOOOOOOOO!! ! ! ! " Charlene cried out in anguish.
Her cry was not as much of a fear of what was about to happen to her. It was a cry that moaned the fact that she was not a man and did not have the strength to resist, This was the first time in her life that Charlene hated herself for being a woman.
His low, animal-like laughter caused her to cease her yelling. She understood that her screaming and her resistance was turning him on.
He took her dress in his hands and ripped it down the middle, from one end to the other. He removed it from her body easily.
She was wearing a white, short-sleeved blouse with frills, along with her panties and her black, patent leather maryjanes and white stockings.
Slowly, he began to strip her of even those garments, cutting her shirt in order to take it off her tied hands.
Charlene struggled, rolling, squirming, and screaming, hurling every invective she knew at him.
When he finished she was wearing only her pride.
And a beautiful pride it was.
Charlene took a great deal of pride in her physical appearance. It wasn't her feminine beauty that she delighted in. It was how she kept herself in perfect physical shape. She exercised for an hour each day. She still attended karate classes, and on her own she did bust exercises to prevent them from sagging. She did sit-ups and isometric exercises to keep her belly trim. It was flat and almost muscular.
Charlene was not aware of the beauty she possessed. She never tried to accentuate it. Her round ass, her upright breasts, her long trim legs with her large, but not too heavy thighs would be considered beautiful my almost every man in this society. Charlene had no social life, other than a few police department gatherings such as the annual Christmas party. Her work was her whole life. That is, up to now, it was her whole life.
The man surveyed his newest victim, examining her gifts that she worked so hard to attain as if she were a diamond, and it was his job to look for flaws.
He studied her carefully as she rolled around and bent over and tried to hide her nakedness from him.
He got down on the floor again next to her.
She brought her knees up to her breasts, partially hiding her cunt and her tits.
He poked his head in between her knees, and made sure that she realized that he had a perfect view of her blonde pussy curls. She had never shaved her pussy hairs, and she was blessed with an unusually large amount of golden hairs surrounding her vagina.
As he stuck his head near the little crescent that makes her a woman, Charlene spit right in his face.
He wiped it off with his forearm and laughed again.
He caressed her legs, from the inside of her thighs, being careful not to touch her love box just yet, all the way down to her ankles again.
Then he moved up to her face, feeling her prominent bone structure, studying it carefully, almost as if he were trying to measure it, or learn what her nationality might be, she guessed.
He ruffled her blonde hair again, fingering her braids, carefully.
He put his large hands around her throat.
"Help!! ! Please!! ! " she screamed.
He removed his hands from her when she screamed.
She looked at him in surprise. She did not expect him to adhere to her pleas then. She did not know what to make of it. She decided that he did it to give her something else to think about and possibly throw her off guard.
He came to her shoulders. He caressed the soft curves as they sloped downwards, almost at a squared off movement. He wedged his hands under her armpits, as her hands were still tied tightly behind her back.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Charlene screamed. She knew that he was going to touch her and examine her all over. She stored that information in her mind, but she still was too concerned with preserving her body and her life to pay too much attention about things he did that might give a clue to his identity.
"This is the only way you'll ever get a woman. Tied up! If I wasn't tied up I'd show you how much of a man you were. I'd kick your goddamn ass all over this place," she yelled. She knew full well what she was saying and why she said it.
She was gradually getting used to her nakedness in front of him as he didn't hurt her or try anything dangerous yet. She hoped that he would try to prove to her that he could subdue her without the bindings. She wasn't sure if she could beat him even then, but she knew that it was her only chance.
He seemed as if he hadn't heard what she screamed at him. She hoped that he would take it as a fit of anger on her part and not as a calculated move, but she didn't think that he would make believe that that she didn't even say anything.
She felt that he was making her feel as if she were some non-entity, not a person, with feelings, but an insect, or some game of amusement that couldn't talk back to him.
She felt that he just looked at her like a number, or another notch on his belt.
She despised that inhumane feeling with all of her heart.
Slowly, he came down to her pert little breasts. He rolled her over on her back. She felt a lot of pain in her shoulders and her hands from the way that they were tied behind her.
But there was nothing she could do about it. All that poor Charlene could do now was let him fondle her small, but elongated breasts.
He cupped them, and squeezed them. Again, she thought that he was examining her breasts the way he did with her face, as if he were searching for racial or ethnic traits in them.
"I'm German and American if that's what you're looking for, you pig!" she yelled and spit on him again. She did not think that he would react the way that he did, because he let her get away with spitting on him before.
He smacked her in the face with the full force of his palm.
She heard him growl, and could see foam coming through the stocking near his lips. She was still a little dizzy from the blow, but she thought that he was about to speak, but was able to control himself at the last moment.
He stood up, took a deep breath, smiled, and bent down again.
That told her a lot. She became aware that she should not reveal to him just how much she was learning about him.
He cupped her breasts in his hands again, squeezed them roughly, letting her know that she had no choice in the matter and that she could not cause him to become unruffled again.
With one finger he flicked her small, hard nipples. He flicked his finger back and forth against her nipples, the small pink dots moving slightly with the fluttering strokes of his finger.
To this point, she had not been sexually aroused. She felt shame and humiliation, but she felt no direct sexual assault, and pain or pleasure arising from her sex organs as yet.
She thought that he was trying to get her hot by tweaking her nipples and flicking them like that. She took great pride in the fact that she felt no more feeling in her nipples as she would have if he did the same thing to the hard skin of her elbow.
He next swiftly rolled his hand down her belly, slapping it hard once, as if to test her firmness there, then came to her crotch.
She tried to roll over on her front or side again, but he prevented her.
She knew that her hands under her ass helped to push her cunt up towards him. She also knew that there was nothing she could do about it, although she wished over and over that she could do something to prevent what she thought was going to happen to her very shortly.
He ruffled his fingers through her fine forest.
"Owwwww! You monster!" she yelled when he pulled out one of her hairs.
She squirmed and wiggled and gyrated, uncaring of how awkward she appeared as he touched the very top of her seam.
The policewoman slithered and squirmed like a worm trying to avoid his probing fingers.
He tormented her further by moving his fingers around her outer lips very slowly before moving them into her cunt proper.
He pushed her knees up to her chest and spread them apart, after he went around her pussy lips a few times. He peered into her spread open cunt now.
She closed her eyes in shame, as she felt the air touch her velvety flesh.
She tried to fall over on her side, but he held her up.
He stuck his hands between her legs again.
The proud pixyish female gritted her teeth and used all of her energy that she could conjure up to resist the feeling that he was obviously going to try to produce in her.
He reached her clitoris. With two fingers, he lightly traced the shape and form of the hard little button.
Charlene knew that the sole purpose of the clitoris is to arouse the sexuality of a female.
She knew that he must be aware of that also.
He touched her little love button, running his finger all around it. She felt it. It felt good.
Charlene sat there and didn't move a muscle. She didn't cry or yell.
She tried to keep her face as blank as possible. She would give him no sign at all that he was giving her pleasure.
However, he didn't look at her face.
He looked at her pink, juicy cunt, and continued to finger her clit.
He removed his finger from her clit suddenly. He insinuated his finger further into her cunt, a little bit under and behind the little love node near the top of her slit.
He touched her hymen.
He laughed.
"Oh, my God!" Charlene yelled out loud when she realized that he was touching her unbroken cherry.
A part of her outburst was imbedded in the fact that he realized that she was still a virgin at the age of twenty three.
She had no feelings for the animal pawing at her whatsoever, but she still felt enough embarrassment about her virginity to feel terrible about it. She knew that he would take an even greater delight in the fact that he would be the first to enter her. She was equally as repulsed.
Despite her lack of concern about her appearance in terms of its femininity, Charlene was always very open about sex, as she had to discuss it quite often in her job as a special officer on the rape detail.
She was certain that most of her male colleagues were not aware of her virginity.
The rapist pinched her cheek with the fingers he used to find her virginity.
A tear swelled up in her eye.
She refused to let it fall.
He put his fingers back to her cunt. He stuck one far into her hole, and pulled it out again. He put it under her nose, but she held her breath.
He did not hold his breath. He took a good whiff of her odor on his finger. She closed her eyes.
He went back to her cunt again. He circled her clit again. Round and round he went, softly caressing her little love button.
She wanted to keep her face blank, and not let him know that she was getting off on the pleasure.
She again sat there and didn't move a muscle.
She knew that her clit would soon begin to enlargen. She understood that it would soon become engorged with blood being pumped into it due to her aroused state, and even if she showed no outward display of emotion, her enlarged clit would be evidence of that.
She knew that she could not control it.
She had never felt so helpless and as frustrated in her life as she did now.
She tried to think of something else. Anything, to try to get her mind off the pleasure she was feeling.
'Four score and seven years ago,' she began to recite to herself as he stroked her clit lightly, trying to cause her to admit her pleasure to him, 'our fathers brought forth to this continent a new nation, dedicated and conceived in liberty to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We have come Yeowwwwwww!! ! " she screamed.
He had suddenly squeezed her clit very hard.
He would not let her close her legs and fall back or down. She had to bare her agony in that position with her legs spread and tied.
He stuck his head between her legs, putting a strain on her. She had them opened as wide as possible under the circumstances.
He licked and lapped at her clit voraciously. He nipped the swollen bud, making it rise like a tin soldier.
Charlene, taken by surprise, could not compose herself.
The most natural of womanly feelings was unleashed from her throat. Her purr sounded like a feline roar, but it was unmistakably a purr of passion.
"Uhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa," she moaned.
He stopped. He stood up and looked down on her.
They both knew that he had broken her will.
"I couldn't help it, you bastard! It wasn't my fault! I tried!" she shrieked, forgetting in her anger, that she was now telling him in words of her defeat, which they both understood to be a weakness in her character.
He reached into his pocket again. He pulled out the cattle prod.
Her eyes widened when she saw it. She knew what it was, having seen them used once before in a slaughterhouse.
She knew that he was going to use it on her.
She understood that this was no time for her pride. When she had visited her retired grandfather's farm in nearby Farnsworth, she was nauseated when she saw the ranchers poking the cows with the metal prods. She again heard the braying of the cows in their agony.
'There's no one else around to watch my shame. I won't have to tell anyone how I reacted,' she thought.
"Please. I'm begging you. Please don't use that on me. I'll do anything you say," she pleaded, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
He laughed.
He put the end of the prod on her clit. "NOOOOOOOOO!! ! ! PLEEEEEEASE!! ! ! " she screamed, and rolled over.
He kept the end of the prod right at her clit as she rolled over.
He pushed the black button!
"Wooooooooo," she hollered, and squirmed around like a worm that had been cut in half.
He laughed at her.
She felt like her clit had been tingled with the most sensuous thing imaginable.
Her clit was aroused to a state beyond her wildest comprehensions of arousal.
She closed her legs and pulled her hands with all her might, hoping to stick her hands in her cunt and prevent him from doing it again, and also to massage her sensuous stimulated clit.
Her erogenous zone's capacity had just been increased tenfold. He did it again!
"Woeeeeeeee, woooooooo, ahoooooo," she hollered, and moved around the floor like a Mexican jumping bean. She didn't even feel the pain in her ass bones as she jumped up and down on it.
He walked over to her again.
He flattened the police officer out on her belly. He put his knee on her back, and straddled her squirming body.
"Please, please. I'm begging you. Isn't that what you want? Ohhhhh, God! What will I do?" she screamed with severe anguish and humiliation in her tone.
She felt the prod slowly being inserted in her ass.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Please have some pity for me. I'm just a young girl," she squealed.
He pushed the button. It was right against the rim of her little anus.
He still kept his knee on her back. Her gyrations was confined to the space she was lying in. Her screams reverberated all around the room.
"Why doesn't anybody come? Wait, I know! I'm in hell! I'm in hell! That's it, isn't it? I'm in hell now. Ha ha ha ha ha ha," she laughed, almost delirious.
He untied the binds of her hands and feet.
He lifted her up in the air by her ankles. He spread her legs wide open.
She was in too much of a mixed state of pleasure or pain to notice that she had been set free.
He gave her the prod a few more times in her cunt and in her asshole and on her nipples.
She screamed and screamed, offering him everything she could think of. She acknowledged his mastery over her and admitted her inferiority. But it was not acting or a wish to get out of her predicament that prompted her. She was serious. She believed it. She just wanted him to stop.
Finally, he did stop. He let go of her.
'I've got to kill him,' were her First thoughts. But then she felt a burning itch coming from her cunt.
'I've got to get out of here. I've got to ignore that sensation. Oh, dammit, it hurts and itches so much.'
"Nooooooo," she yelled as she dropped to the floor and sat on her ass and rubbed her cunt passionately. The man stood over her and watched, occasionally giving her another electric prod.
He tied her up again. She hoped that he was finished with her. She still had enough sensibility left to wonder how she would explain her failure to capture him to Chief Summers. Any thoughts of trying to make it with Chief Summers vanished when she screamed and begged the rapist to let her rub her cunt.
He refused and watched her rub her thighs together, trying to soothe her itch.
He dragged her outside again. She hopped like a jackrabbit, trying to rub her thighs at the same time.
He found a piece of rope in the trunk of the car. He tied her to an old tree behind the house.
He took his knife out of his pocket. He pulled her braid.
"Noooooooo, please, haven't you done enough to me, said the not yet completely ravaged police officer.
He cut her braid off. Then he did it to the other one.
Her pleas and cried did her no good. He cut off all of the hair on her head. The sharp blade of the knife made her completely bald.
He gave her a mirror, breaking one off the side of the car.
"Ohhhhhh! That's me, nooooooo, it's meeeeeeeee," she screamed as she looked at the cretinous creature in the mirror.
A few hours later, a number of photographers from porno magazines arrived to take pictures of Charlene Rice and then they released her.
The brave girl was still conscious.
The first pictures of her appeared in some underground publications two days later. The others were at first ordered to be confiscated, but a long court battle arose. Finally, they were allowed to be printed.
Charlene Rice left the country of her birth two weeks after her assault.
CHAPTER SIX
The night after Charlene Rice's rape, Tom Allen and his pretty wife, Alice made love for the first time in a month.
Tom had been arrested the day of Charlene's rape. His picture had appeared in almost every newspaper in the country along with his account of how he had allegedly spent a night with a prostitute while his daughter was being raped.
The police were not able to verify his story, and the cut on his hand was shown to be a result of a dog bite.
However, when Charlene was raped, Tom Allen was locked securely in the Culver City jail.
After Charlene was found, he was released from jail. He did not have to explain his whereabouts the night of his daughter's rape, and why he lied about the dog bite.
Alice's frigidity was cured when she embraced her husband after he was released from jail the next day.
As Tom plunged his porker into Alice's velvety twat, all of her erotic sensations came back to her. She contracted her cunt around his cock as if she hadn't had any problems whatsoever. They tried new positions and they were like newlyweds again.
Fawn, however, was a different story. She had spent a night in the hospital, and was sent home again. She would have to visit a sexology clinic every week in order to reorient her.
She refused to go out of her house, and winced whenever someone touched her, even if it was her mother or her two sisters.
Tom was fired from his job as a construction foreman because of the publicity.
After Tom left for work two nights after his release, Alice and her three daughters sat around the house watching TV
Fawn was sullen and uncommunicative as her two sisters and her mother laughed at a situation comedy.
"Tee hee, look Fawn," eleven year old Cindy chirped, "he has pie all over his face," pointing at the television set, and she tried to tickle Fawn in the ribs.
That was not the best thing to do, however.
Fawn flashed back to the little hovel and how the rapist had tickled her.
"YAAAAAAAAA!! ! " Fawn screamed, and she charged her little sister, pummeling her with her tiny fists.
"Maaaaa," Cindy cried, and tried to cover up.
Alice and fifteen year old April ran over quickly and pulled Fawn away from Cindy.
The mother and older sister held Fawn until she calmed down.
Cindy was not hurt. She was just scared, and felt pity for her older sister and her friend.
"I'm sorry, Fawnie," Cindy pouted. "I didn't mean to make you go crazy," the cute little cherub said.
Fawn glared at her.
"Mommy, what's the matter with Fawnie," Cindy yelled.
Alice and April let Fawn go. Fawn stood there, still snarling at her younger sister.
"I'm sure that Fawn didn't mean to hit you, Cindy. She's had a bad experience and shell be all right again very soon. Right, Fawn?" Alice said, more pleading with Fawn than asking her.
"I hate her!" Fawn screamed.
"Maaaaaa," Cindy yelled.
"Please, Fawn. You're making Cindy feel awful. Please tell her that you didn't mean to hurt her," April pleaded with her younger sister and her friend.
"She touched me!" Fawn said, calming down a little and trying to reason a little.
"But Cindy's your sister, and she loves you, and mommy loves you and I love you," April said.
"That's right," Alice confirmed in low soft tones.
"Look, Cindy can touch me and I don't mind. I like it, too. Watch. Cindy, touch me," April said.
Cindy stroked April's slender arm lightly. "Nice April," Cindy said as if she were petting a dog. Fawn watched.
"I wanna go to sleep," Fawn said.
"But Fawn, don't you want to watch TV? It's only nine o'clock," April cajoled her.
"No, that's all right, April. If she wants to go to sleep, she can."
Fawn snarled at her older sister now, showing her teeth.
"Would you like mommy to tuck you in? Don't you want to take a bath first? I'll give you a bath just like I used to when you were a little girl," Alice said, grasping for straws in order to let Fawn get in touch with herself again.
"NOOOOOOO! I'm never going to take my clothes off again. Never!! "
"Oh, my God," Alice blurted out. Then she covered her mouth.
"But we're your family. We love you, Fawnie. We'd never do anything to hurt you. All of us would rather die than see anything bad happen to you again," April said.
"I'd rather cut off my nose than see you get hurt or feel bad," Cindy chirped, "Please, Fawn. Please take a bath. You'll feel a lot better if you do. And I won't come up and bother you. You do it all by yourself," Alice said.
Fawn seemed as if she were pondering that.
"No!" she pouted, but they could all tell that she was beginning to come around a little.
"You can give me a bath, mommy, and Fawnie can watch to make sure that it's all right," Cindy said.
"Me too," April said.
Fawn looked at her mother and sisters, one by one.
'There's nothing to be scared of, Fawnie. I haven't given April a bath in eight years, but she's willing to trust me. Why can't you, baby?"
"Let's all take a bath at the same time," Cindy bubbled.
Alice and April looked at each other. They would have considered little Cindy's remark to be absurd at any other time, but there was a kind of gleam in their eyes as they looked at each other.
"Even mommy will get a bath, and we'll all take our clothes off," April said.
Alice giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "All right," she said.
"Everyone?" Fawn asked, almost in a whisper.
"Yayyyyy," Cindy said gleefully. Cindy touched Fawn's chin with one finger and pulled it away quickly. Fawn smiled.
"I love you, big sister," Cindy chirped.
'Tee hee," Fawn giggled.
"Come on, family, let's all take a bath," April said and put her arm around Fawn.
They all walked up the stairs of their duplex to the spacious main bathroom.
"Are you really going to take a bath, too, mommy?" Fawn asked, her blonde eyebrows raised quizzically.
"Uh huh," Alice said.
"Let's get undressed and put our clothes in the hallway," April said.
Cindy quickly stripped of her shorts and shirt.
She was the first to get naked. Fawn hesitated.
Alice looked at April. "I feel ridiculous doing this, but it seems as if it's the only way to get her to communicate, April," Alice said and she removed her blouse.
"I feel the same way, mother, but I guess that our dignity really won't suffer much. Besides, the kids might even learn something," fifteen year old April answered while removing her loafers and sweat socks.
"Look, Fawnie, I'm naked," Cindy chirped, spreading her arms open wide.
The water was running in the bathtub.
Fawn looked up and down the not yet developed body of her eleven year old sister and smirked. She looked at her mother and older sister undressing.
Fawn stepped out of her shoes.
"Can me and Fawnie get in the tub at the same time? All right Fawnie?" Cindy said.
Fawnie nodded her head.
"This is fun, mommy. Can we do this every day?" Cindy chirped, jumping up and down.
"That's all I need," Alice whispered to her eldest daughter, while removing her bra, revealing her luscious round breasts.
"Ooooow, mommy, you have big ones," Cindy said.
"Tee hee," Fawn giggled.
"You'll get to look like me some day, too, Cindy. You too, Fawnie. You're starting to develop already, baby," Alice said.
"April, too, almost as big as mommy's," Cindy said as she saw auburn-haired April remove her shirt and her braless boobs undulated from the motion of the shirt.
"You're precious, Cindy," April said and patted her youngest sister on her bare little ass.
"Look, now I got them, too," Cindy said, squeezing the tight skin of her chest so it looked like she had tits also.
"You're nuts," Fawn giggled.
Fawn began to take her clothes off too.
"Oooow, you're both hairy," Cindy chirped as she saw the blonde curls of her mother and the red forest of her eldest sister.
Fawn walked up close to Cindy.
She touched the tight little vagina of her younger sister.
"Fawn!! ! " Alice shrieked.
"I just wanted to feel how smooth it is, mommy," Fawn said.
Alice and April breathed a sigh of relief when Cindy giggled.-
To Cindy, her vagina was just a part of her body she pees with. She had only a very little understanding of sex.
Now, the four females were completely naked.
Except for April, who had the red hair of her father, the other three were blondes all the way.
The four girls were all a progression of maturity from little Cindy all the way up to her mother.
"Am I really going to look like you when I get older, mommy?" Cindy chirped.
"Me too?" Fawn asked.
Cindy patted Fawn on her arm.
Fawn did not resist.
"Look, Fawn let me touch her," Cindy giggled.
Fawn ran her palm down Cindy's chest all the way to her belly and squeezed it.
"Don't touch too much. It's not uh, polite," Alice cautioned.
"Oh, mother, they don't mean anything by it," voluptuous April said.
"Cindy, you're going to be really beautiful when you grow up. Soon, you're going to have real breasts just like us," April said.
"Me too?" Fawn asked.
"You already have real breasts," April giggled, and she touched one of Fawn's pert little boobs.
Cindy did the same. Fawn did not resist.
Alice watched, amused at the way her three daughter were playing with each other. She felt so happy that Fawn seemed to be coming around to her normal self again.
"I think the tub is ready, babies," Alice said.
"Can April get in too?" Cindy asked.
"It might be a little crowded," Alice said.
"We'll find room," April said.
Fawn touched April's nipple suddenly. April was startled, but she recovered quickly.
"Just like yours, Fawnie," April said, pointing to her pink nipple.
"And mine too," Alice said, pointing to her larger pink circle.
Fawn touched her mother's nipple. Alice remained still, but didn't discourage her daughter.
"Yours are bigger," Fawn stated.
"That's because I'm older than April," said 33 year old Alice.
"Let's get in the tub," Cindy chirped, pushing Fawn towards it.
The three girls all got in the tub.
It was crowded and they had to lift their legs up in order to fit.
"This is insane," April said to her mother.
April sat behind Fawn, her legs wrapped around her back, and Cindy faced Fawn.
"April, you're a full grown woman, almost. Am I really supposed to give you a bath, too?" Alice laughed, looking at the flaming red hairs of April's pussy floating in the water.
"We're all little girls for now, mommy," April said.
"Yaaaay," Cindy and Fawn yelled, and they splashed her mother with water.
Alice pounded the water with her hand, getting it all over her little girlies.
Soon, there was more water out of the tub than in it.
As Alice bent over the tub again to splash water on her daughters amidst the uproarious laughter, little Cindy grabbed her mother's tit in order to stop her.
"Oooow, Cindy, let go," Alice said in amazement.
"Say please, mommy."
"I'm your mother. How dare you squeeze my, my, "
"Tit!" Fawn pouted.
"Tit," Cindy repeated, giggling hysterically, still holding on.
April grabbed Fawn from behind, and pinched her two pert little boobs.
"Tits!" April squealed.
"Say please, mommy," Cindy laughed.
"All right. Please, mommy," Alice said to Cindy and laughed at her own joke.
"Nooo, I'm not mommy," Cindy giggled, letting go of her mother's large round breast.
Fawn turned around and pinched April's outer pussy lip.
"Goose!" Fawn giggled.
"Fawn. Are you trying to get me excited?" April asked in mock.
"Can I watch you masturbate?" Fawn replied to April.
"What?? ? ! ! ! " Alice said to her two eldest daughters.
"What's masturbate, mommy?" Cindy asked. "I told Fawn how to relieve herself one time," April explained. "Oh," Alice said.
"I wanna watch April masturbate. She watched me!" Fawn shouted gleefully.
"What's masturbate, mommy?" Cindy asked again, and pulled her mother's tit again.
"April, now look what you've started," Alice said to April, making believe that she was yelling at her.
"You can tell her, mother. She's old enough," April said.
"Let go of my tit!" Alice said, and squeezed the tiny pink nipple of Cindy.
Cindy cupped her hands and splashed a lot of water all over her mother.
"What's masturbate?" Cindy yelled.
She crawled over Fawn and grabbed April's large breasts in her hands, asking her the question.
Fawn put Cindy's legs on her shoulders and tickled her pussy lips with her finger.
"What the hell!" Alice said, and she climbed into the tub with her three daughters. By this time there was hardly any water left, and the four female bodies were really crowded for space.
They were all squirming about and squeezing each others' tits and fingering their pussies.
When Alice did it to April, April looked at her mother.
"Mother, are you a lesbian?" April said in mock horror, as the two younger daughters were kissing each other and celebrating Fawn's return to the family.
"For someone as lovely as you are, April, I might consider it," Alice laughed.
April kissed her mother's nipple softly, tenderly, making sure that there was no mistaking her sapphic intentions.
Alice remained still, pondering the implications of April's desires, while feeling the tingling sensations of April's lapping tongue on her nipple.
"I bet you thought I wasn't hip," Alice said to April, and kissed her daughter on her puckered lips, also making sure that there was no mistaking her intentions.
"Let's go in my bedroom," Alice said softly to her daughter.
"Mmmmmmmmm," April moaned as she removed her mouth from her mother's luscious breast.
They stood up and walked arm in arm out of the bathroom.
They each looked back at the two youngest members of their family.
Cindy and Fawn were locked in a lover's embrace.
"Isn't that adorable," Alice said to April.
"Ohhh, I feel so wonderful, mother Alice. This is the happiest day of my life," April said and caressed Alice's pubic hairs.
"Me too," Alice said, and returned the favor to April.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At the Iroquois National Forest Range, the talk of the latest caper of the rapist had been the main topic of conversation again.
It was now national news. A picture of bald-headed Charlene Rice from the shoulders up that captured all of her anguish appeared in a major New York daily newspaper.
A lot of campers had left, fearing for the safety of their younger female companions, but more came than left. The rapist was slowly replacing the forest itself as a major tourist attraction.
The police force was terribly embarrassed because of their failure to catch him, and because one of their own was raped by him.
The police were blaming the forest rangers and the forest rangers were blaming the state troopers for interfering in their methods.
The local merchants and the state revenue offices were reaping the dividends of the increased flow of tourists.
A few handwritten signs appeared in the town of Culver City directing motorists to the "Iroquois National Forest home of the most crazed rapist in the world."
Chief Redmond Summers pulled out about half of the police officers from the forest because it was getting to crowded with cops. They weren't able to tell each other apart and there had been a few near-tragedies in the night when one police officer mistook another police officer for the rapist.
A description of his height and weight was circulated. Also the fact that he might have an unusual speaking voice was passed around. There were no descriptions of his face yet, because of the stocking. It was also mentioned that he might have a special disliking for people of German ancestry, but there was really no way to check on that. The police did question some townspeople about people who might have a reason to feel antagonistic towards Germans, but nothing substantial was turned up.
A number of people confessed to the crime, but they were only publicity seekers and sick impotent men.
Professor Milos Morosova sat in his tent a few evenings after Charlene's rape.
This was to be the next to last night on their field trip.
The six students sat outside another tent nearby.
"Well, look who's graciously decided to join us. We're honored by your presence, Miss Revere," said Melody Grand to Corinne as she sat down and joined the five others.
"Knock it off, already, Melody," said Roger Craig to the voluptuous she-vixen.
"We only have one more day together, thankfully. I'd like to try to keep our conversation on a more sophisticated level, dear," said Corinne to the other members of her group.
Inside his tent, Professor Morosova was reading some of the reports that his students had written about their findings so far.
As he was reading about their reports on the various kinds of rocks they discovered, his mind began to drift off.
He was no longer in Colorado. He was no longer 48 years old.
He was in a concentration camp in Dresden, Germany and he was 15 years old.
His older sister, Olga, was standing next to him.
They were both naked and were in a large room with forty other naked people crowded next to them.
Eight brawny German officer, dressed in the full Nazi regalia stood at attention, their Lugers poised and ready for action.
The commandant of the camp surveyed his prisoners.
"You! Step forward!" shouted the commandant in German to seventeen year old Olga.
Olga kissed her brother on the forehead, and in her naked beauty walked up to the commandant.
"Bend over and spread your cheeks!" he ordered.
She hesitated.
He struck her with a whip on her shapely buttocks.
Young Milos whimpered, but didn't call out. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, refusing to watch his sister's shame.
But he heard. He heard every syllable that commandant uttered.
He heard the crack of the whip on his sister's body.
He heard the filthy perverted things that his sister was forced to do just for the enjoyment of the commandant and his underlings.
He heard the cries of his fellow prisoners.
He heard the barking dog that was brought in, and he heard the commandant order Olga to spread butter on her cunt. He heard him order his sister to suck off the dog.
And after she was finished he heard the commandant order his sister to step out of the room. He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to her. He never saw her again.
"Did you see anything unusual that night, Corinne?" Herb asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I did," Corinne replied smugly.
"Well? What did you see?" Doe asked.
"I saw the rapist," Corinne said. '
"You saw the rapist?? ? ! ! ! " the five other members of her group repeated simultaneously.
"Uh huh," Corinne said, unable to hide the smile on her face that her remark brought.
"You're full of shit," Melody challenged.
"Really, Corinne? Did you tell the police or anything?" Allen said excitedly.
"No, I really didn't get that good a look at him, and I was scared as hell," Corinne said.
"Watch the French there," Melody again taunted her.
However, Melody had lost center stage to Corinne and her snide remark was ignored.
"I'm scared to go to the police, too. If I tell you, would you promise not to repeat it to anyone? Anyone!"
They all nodded.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Melody said, doing the appropriate motions, and making her large breasts jiggle.
Again, she was unnoticed. All attention was riveted on Corinne.
"I saw him beat up two guys. You know, they were the ones who came by here last week and tried to pick up Melody," Corinne said.
"Oh, those creeps. I hope they got their asses handed to them. I thought they were likely candidates for the rapist, especially that guy, Duke. Man, he was scary. I wouldn't let him "
"What did he look like, Corinne?" Doe asked, cutting off Melody.
I didn't get that good of a look at him. I was hiding behind a tree about twenty feet away. But I saw him take his stocking off. It was only a moment, because he turned and walked the other way. I was never so scared in my life, and my shirt was torn, and my breasts were exposed," Corinne said, her tone creating the tenseness that she had felt at the time.
"Well, he wouldn't have seen anything even if he saw you naked," Melody taunted.
"You saw his face?? ? Can you describe him if you had to?" Herb asked.
"Well, I'm not sure. I know this sounds strange, but for a moment, I thought that he looked like Professor Morosova. I mean, he was about the same size, and his face looked like the professors in a way, but I've never seen such an evil expression before. It was ghastly! It was only for a few seconds, but it was enough to give me chills and goose bumps all over."
"If you had goose bumps on your chest, they'd be bigger than your tits," Melody said, getting more vicious in her quest for attention.
She was ignored again.
"Wow! Do you really think it could be the professor, Corinne?" Doe asked.
"Of course not! I'm just saying that he looked like him a little. Professor Morosova would never let his face look that way. It was the most lecherous and agonized look I've ever seen."
Professor Morosova strolled out of his tent. He walked towards his students. "Nice night," he said in his slight, but amiable Russian accent.
"There's a lot of stars out, Professor. That means it's going to be a clear day, tomorrow, right?" Corinne said.
'That's what I've heard," he laughed.
"Do you think we'll be able to find any ore's tomorrow, Professor Morosova?" Roger asked.
"Well, the police aren't bothering our expeditions anymore. We just have to be careful where we look. There are some regions that they do not let us peruse, and that's where the rocks with ore are. I had a talk with a few of the police in charge of the manhunt.
"I was assured by them that they will not hinder our expeditions. They are really in turmoil at their headquarters. I suppose that people will not breathe easy until they capture this maniac. Such a terrible thing," the Professor said.
"Corinne said she saw the rapist and he looks like you, Professor Morosova," Melody said, beaming in her revenge.
Corinne turned a few shades of bright red at that remark. She put her hands over her face.
Professor Morosova also appeared to be a little embarrassed.
"Well, I understand that he approximates mine own outline. Miss Revere, if you actually did see the man whom they think might be that lunatic, do you think it unwise to so inform the proper authorities?"
"I didn't really mean he looked like you, Professor Morosova," Corinne stammered. "I only saw him from a distance. I couldn't identify him. Melody is just trying to get me in trouble. She shouldn't be so facetious about such things," Corinne said, trying to recover from her embarrassment.
"I agree, but I believe that any information you might possess might prove helpful to the investigation. You should not have been out alone, either. I am responsible for your safety. I would have insisted on a curfew, but I thought that you were all mature enough to handle your own responsibilities," Professor Morosova scolded the group.
"I'm sorry, Professor. But I was careful. I'll inform the police about it the first thing in the morning," Corinne said.
"Good," Professor Morosova said, and he walked back into his tent.
"You stupid idiot," Corinne yelled at Melody.
Melody smirked.
"Girls! Girls! We've had enough violence!" the professor said, sticking his head out of the tent for a moment and smiling at them.
The quarrel stopped and they talked about other things.
The man sat in his tent and listened to his students talk.
"Thank God it's only one more day of this," Corinne sighed.
"Likewise, dearie," Melody replied.
"You know, I've been thinking," Doe said.
"What a novelty," Melody said, her temper causing her to flare at everyone now, having lost a great deal of respect during this field trip.
"You are really a bitch, Melody. Why don't you just shut up and let someone else say something. I think it's important what I have to say," Doe said.
Melody wagged her head back and forth in mockery of Doe letting her know that she could have the floor now.
"Well, one of the reports about the rapist said that he's probably got a grudge against Germans. Right?" Doe said.
"Right. But what does that mean?" Roger asked.
"Uh oh," Roger replied.
"No, it couldn't be," Corinne gasped.
"What couldn't be?" Melody asked, sincerely interested in the proceedings now.
"Yeah! What's this about?" Allen echoed.
"Don't we know someone who fits the physical description of the rapist and also might have a reason for hating Germans. Someone with concentration camp numbers on his arm?" Doe said, putting their thoughts into words.
"No, that's impossible. He could never do anything like that," Corinne said.
"I agree with her for once. He's too old and he never looks at my body the way most men do," Melody stated.
"I guess it is kind of farfetched," Doe said.
"Not at all," Professor Morosova said, stepping out of his tent.
"Uh oh," Roger said.
All eyes turned towards him.
"It is true that I have reason to feel animosity towards the German Empire, as you have so carefully noticed, my students," he said. "But those were the Germans of thirty five years ago. What happened to me will remain embedded in my memory until the day that I die, but I cannot hold a thirteen year old American girl responsible for what happened in a place where she's never been and at a time when she was not even conceived of," the Professor said, his tone a monotone, looking down at the ground as he spoke. If it makes you all sleep easier tonight, I will call the police over here and let them question me," he stated.
One by one, all six of his students apologized to him, and told him that his offer would not be acted upon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At five o'clock the next morning, the alarm clocks began to ring in the seven tents of the students and Milos Morosova.
One by one, they appeared outside their tents.
"Where are we going to look today, Professor?" Corinne asked.
"I think it would be a good idea to explore another sector of the forest. There are a number of rich ore deposits near the Waverly mountains a few mile to the north. I also think that we will not be disturbed by the police there," the professor said.
"Walk there?" Melody wined.
"I thought that the American youth were supposed to be filled with untapped limits of energy," Professor Morosova laughed. "Well, one old professor suggests using my van to get us close to our rendezvous with the rocks," he laughed again.
"Wonder why he's in such a good mood today," Roger whispered to Allen.
The seven people headed for their destination. They took some light knapsacks with them, and the professor also had some supplies he knew he would need.
"What is that thing, professor?" asked Corinne, pointing to a short metal rod with a black button at one end and a red button at the other end.
"This little instrument is a type of Geiger counter. It will help us locate some rich deposits of bituminous coal," the man told the girl.
The drove along a narrow, winding road, slowly ascending one of the higher mountain peaks of the Iroquois chain.
The professor parked the van in a wide open area. The slopes of the mountain were not far away from the flat grasslands where the truck was parked. The grass was very weedy and the trees were old and few. The atmosphere discouraged other tourists from trekking to these parts.
"Oooow, look, an old shack," Doe said gleefully, pointing at a crumbling, boarded up building.
"What was that for, professor?" Roger asked.
"I'm not sure. It's been here ever since I first came to these parts about ten years ago," the man replied.
"Let's check it out, Roger. There may be some old artifacts in the place," Allen said.
"I doubt that. It's probably been stripped bare by scavengers years ago, but if you want to look at it, be my guest. I would guess that mountain men once lived there," the man said.
The seven of them walked towards the large, beat up old shack.
The man fingered the cattle prod in his pocket. His black stocking was safely tucked into his back pocket.
Slowly, he walked behind his prospective victims, his mouth watering at the prospects of the three lovely, and different type girls that he was already fantasizing about.
He watch Melody's large ass sway with an affected wiggle as she walked. He looked at the small cheeks of Corinne as she walked with an almost regal posture, and at the lighthearted, uncaring manner of Doe and the shape of her ass in her lose fitting jeans.
He put his hand on the shaft of his hunting knife.
They entered the shack.
"Hey, look, chairs, and they're almost new," Allen noticed.
"And a table," Melody said.
'Two tables," Corinne corrected, pointed at another part of the large room.
"Wow!! " Roger marveled.
"This place isn't so bad at all. It's set up pretty nicely," Doe said, "It's almost like someone was expecting us," Herb laughed.
"Uh oh," Roger replied as Herb's statement sunk into his brain.
The man with the stocking on his face stood at the closed door.
He pounded his fist on the table.
All eyes turned towards him.
The three girls screamed in horror.
The three boys froze in their tracks.
"Why, professor? Why?" Melody screamed.
The man pointed his knife at the six of them, moving it slowly in a semi-circle.
"Oh God! God!! ! Heeeeeeeeeeeelp!! ! ! ! " Melody screamed, her eyes bulging out of her head with fear.
The three boys moved towards the back wall of the shack. They struggled with each other for position, trying to get behind each other.
Doe and Melody clung to each other, embracing in mutual fear. Tears ran down their eyes.
They moved towards the three boys along with Melody.
The professor walked towards them slowly. When he came to the table, he kept his knife trained on them, and felt underneath it for the ropes that he had taped there during the early morning.
"Sit in the chair," said the man with the Russian accent to Roger.
"Look, Professor. We won't tell anyone. We promise. Won't we?" he asked, looking at the other five members of his group.
They all nodded their heads meekly.
The professor waved his arm at Roger and then towards the chair.
"Why are you picking on me? I'm not the one who saw you. It was Corinne, and Allen was the one who thought you were the rapist," said Roger cowardly.
The professor walked towards him. Roger bent down and put his hands over his head.
"Please?" he whimpered.
The man smacked him on the side of his head with an open palm.
Roger fell over from the force behind the blow.
The large man lifted Roger up by his shirt and pulled him towards the chair.
"You! Sit behind him. Back to back!" he said to Allen.
Allen walked to the chair and sat down on the floor as he was instructed.
"And you sit in the other chair," he ordered Herb.
"You'll never get away with this," Herb said as he walked to the chair.
"That's what they all say," the professor laughed, making them aware that they were not his first victims. They all knew many of the details about what he did to his previous victims.
"You!" he pointed at Melody. 'Noooooo!" Melody screamed. "That's him! That's the same face!" Corinne shrieked.
"Please Corinne. Shhhhh," Doe cautioned her, and patted her back.
The man understood that Doe was going to be the strongest of them all.
He held out the rope to Melody.
"Tie them up! Make it good, or I won't have to remind you of what I can do to you!" he said, his evil tones apparent, making it seem as if he were almost a completely different person than the college professor that he had come to be known by.
Melody did as instructed, binding the two boys together, and binding Herb by himself. Melody made sure that the ropes were tight enough by watching how it cut into their wrists.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me," Melody told the three boys when they complained about how tight it was. "He'll rape me if I don't," she pleaded with them.
"He's going to rape you anyway, Melody," Herb told her sadly.
Startled by Herb's remark, she looked at the man.
"That's right," he said. "All three of you will suffer the anguish and pain and humiliation that you have never dreamed possible," he told the three girls, still pointing his knife at them.
"Oh my God. Maaaaaa," screamed Corinne.
"Why?? ? ? Please tell us why you're doing this to us!! We never harmed you, professor. We like you," Doe pleaded.
He pulled the stocking off his face.
"There will no longer be need for this," he said as he threw it on the ground.
"We never harmed you, professor. I hate the Nazi's and what they stand for as much as you do," she said, trying to reason with him.
"Hate the Nazi's, my dear? I admire their methods," he said, surprising them all by answering a question put to him.
"But why? Surely you must have seen a lot of pain and torture to your people?" Corinne said, her voice breaking, and tears pouring out of her eyes as she clung to Doe.
"Seen? I was the one who was made to torture my own people. You would be very surprised what a teenager might do in order to save his own skin?" the man snarled.
"We're in for it," Roger said to Allen.
"But, but " Corinne said, unable to find a reason or the words to counter his last horrible statement.
Corinne felt compassion for him. She looked at him with pity.
"This will be the last conversation. From now on you three will do what I tell you to do."
"What are you going to do to us, professor?" Melody asked.
"I will tell you and give you time to think about it. You can prepare yourselves," he laughed, knowing full well that there was no way that they could prepare for what he was about to subject them to.
"No, don't tell us," Doe said.
"Are you scared, Miss Stevens. I thought you were going to be the brave one. I thought that you might be able to stand up to me like that little police women," he laughed.
"I'm not brave, Professor Morosova. I'll do whatever you tell me," Doe said meekly.
'That's a shame. I like a little resistance. It makes it so much more of a challenge. Well, at least there's three of you."
"Doe, do you think we'll ever get out of this alive? I'm going to kill myself," Corinne said, amidst her sobs.
"It will be all right, baby," Doe said softly, and stroked her back.
"Miss Stevens. Are you a how do you say -a homosexual?"
"No," she replied.
"Are you?" he asked Melody.
"Of course not," Melody replied, her temper rising at what she considered to be an insult to her precious femininity.
"And you, my dear,, I assume remain untouched by either sex," he said to Corinne.
Corinne nodded her head.
"I take it that you two young ladies are quite experienced with males," he said to Doe and Melody, as if he were conducting an interview.
"Is this really necessary. Can't you just get it over with?" Doe cried.
"I will decide what's necessary! Answer!" he yelled in an angry tone, scaring the three girls even further.
"I don't have too much experience. Just three boys," Doe related.
"You!" he pointed to Melody.
"I had sex for the first time when I was twelve, six years ago. I probably had sex about one hundred times since then with over thirty different boys and in most positions and most forms of it," Melody said, her tone half boastful and half in fear.
"Hmmmmm," he said, as if he were making a plan. "All right. We'll begin with you," he said pointing at Melody.
"Please? I never meant you any harm. I'm a good girl. I've never done anybody wrong. Why me?" Melody cried.
"Why anyone?" he laughed.
"All right, you asked me what I'm going to do with you? I will tell you now that I've decided. I will tell you the results that I hope to achieve in my work today. I expect to see all three of you moaning passionately because of the way that your sex organs will be stimulated. You will beg for more. You will also feel severe pain and anguish. You will also develop a sexual relationship with each other. You will each be forced against your will to perform homosexual acts with each other, and you will enjoy it. I also have a few other surprises in store for you," the sadistic rapist said to the three girls.
"What about them?" Melody said, trying to distract him and gain some time by pointing at the three boys tied to the chairs.
"They will sit there. If you wish, I will put blindfolds on them. Do you wish that?"
"Yes!" Melody said.
He handed her three rags and made her blindfold them.
'Thank you for your assistance, Miss Grand. Just for that I will allow you to leave," he said.
Melody's eyes widened. A tear of joy dripped down her cheek.
She didn't say anything. She walked towards the door.
It was bolted and locked with a key. "It's locked," Melody said, her voice straining.
"How do you say it here? April fool?" he laughed.
"It's July," Roger whispered to Allen.
"I wish I could see," Herb said.
The boys were realizing that the professor wasn't going to harm them yet. Their relief was manifested in their levity with each other.
"All right, Miss Grand. You will strip off your clothes now," he informed her.
She stood there and didn't move.
Corinne and Doe were huddled together. "Do you really think that he's going to try to do what he said?" Corinne asked.
"Yes," Doe replied.
"Do you think he'll really make us beg for more?" Corinne asked. "Yes," Doe replied.
Corinne sobbed hysterically and put her head in Doe's bosom. Doe patted her head.
"I always liked you Doe. I didn't mean what I said to you the other night."
"And I liked you too. I was just trying to be a big shot in front of the others when I taunted you, Corinne. I'm so sorry," Doe said.
"Very touching, ladies. But I'm sure you'd like to watch your friend masturbate herself for us."
They turned around.
"Are you kidding? I ain't going to do that. You gotta be crazy! I'll take my clothes off, but I sure as shit ain't gonna masturbate for you," Melody screeched, unable to control her Irish temper.
"Good! Good! Wonderful! I like a little spark. I thought you would be the one who would cower before my every command," he told Melody. "And you two. I appreciate that you're getting in the mood, but I want you to watch this," he told the two girls who were facing the wall and had their arms around each others' waists.
They slowly turned around, and they held hands now.
"O.K., Miss Grand. I'll accept your offer to take your clothes off as a starter. Do so," he told her. His tones were more suggestive than commanding, but he was fully aware of his tone. Everything he said or did was calculated by him.
The tall honey-haired sexpot slowly removed her clothes.
The professor stared at her intently as she slowly shed the remains of her dignity.
Corinne studied Melody's face, trying to see if she showed any signs of fear.
Doe watched Corinne's face, trying desperately to fall in love with the petite brunette, knowing that it would make it so much easier when they would be forced to do it.
Corinne thought that Melody wavered between a certain kind of pride in her shapely figure and a kind of blankness showing no feeling at all.
"I really don't like her, but I do have to admit that's she has a lovely figure," Doe whispered to Corinne.
"Uh huh," Corinne replied, although a little jealous of Melody.
"All right, Miss Grand. Sit down on the floor, spread your legs open and masturbate."
She glared at him. Then she spoke. "If I do that, will you let me go?" she asked, knowing that he wouldn't, but hoped that he would tell her he would so she could save a little face.
"Of course not. I told you my plans for you. After you masturbate, I am going to stick things up your crack that will cause you great pain and agony. But I'll only do it after you masturbate for us. NOW DO IT!! " he yelled venomously.
Melody sat down on the floor, beaten. She had no way to save face. She just hoped that the other girls would also experience a similar humiliation so she would have an excuse for kowtowing before him.
"Spread your legs so we all can see!"
Melody complied.
"Begin!"
She put her hands into her crotch. She slowly rubbed her wide open beaver. First, she began with her pussy lips, then moved to her clit. She tweaked her little love button, squeezing it, sticking her fingers into her hole slowly and then more rapidly. Three minutes later came her first sigh. It was a real sigh.
Corinne cried when Melody did that. She knew that if Melody could be made to do that so easily, she would also have to do what he told her.
"Good! You! Come over here!" He pointed at Corinne.
She walked over slowly. "Strip! Quickly!"
Corinne looked at him. Then she looked at Doe. Doe nodded her head.
"Look at me for instructions! Not anyone else! If you're not fully unclothed in one minute, you will regret it severely! Quickly! Strip off everything."
Corinne was terrified. Her hands were trembling, but she awkwardly and hurriedly removed every vestige of her coverings. She went from top to bottom in less than thirty seconds.
She covered herself with her hands as she stood over the masturbating Melody.
"Is that your friend now?" he asked Corinne, who was cringing before him, her hands covering her small breasts, and her legs crossed.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Come over here!" he ordered Doe.
Doe walked over.
"Strip off your clothes like she did!"
The slim-hipped girl complied. Corinne couldn't watch her friend disrobe in such an awkward manner, doing it quickly to please the rapist.
He kicked Melody in the ribs, but not too hard. She was masturbating with an intensity now, trying to forget about everything.
"Stand up!"
The three girls were all naked now and stood close to each other.
"I am going to feel all of you and compare your bodies."
Corinne grabbed Doe by the arm, cringing from the prospects of the first man to ever touch her.
Doe leaned over on Corinne, comforting her with her body heat.
He grabbed Corinne first.
"Please. Please! Please!" she cried, her voice hoarse and unfeminine from her crying.
"Put your arms down and let them look at you!"
Corinne complied, but she bent over and tried to shrink into herself. "Stand up straight!"
She complied, but closed her eyes. With his fingers, he raised her eyelids.
Corinne stared blankly at Doe and Melody, tears running down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Slowly, he began to fondle her small breasts. They were firm and upright, cone shaped, coming to small points. He ran his hands down the soft curves of her body, ruffling his fingers through her light brown pussy hairs as Corinne looked straight ahead of her and heaved out her sobs, her chest racking with the tremors of her fears.
He inserted a finger into her pussy, measuring it for size, and searching for her hymen. Corinne doubled over when he tweaked her clit.
He grabbed Doe by the arm and made her stand next to Corinne. He squeezed her large breasts. Doe was very small, but her breasts were large. They were big and round, about the same size as Melody's.
Melody was about five inches taller than Doe and three inches taller than Corinne. They were all slim, but Melody had the sharpest curves and the roundest ass.
Corinne and Doe had similar figures, except for the large tits of Doe.
The professor took all of this information in as he touched and felt every pore of their bodies.
"All right! Bend down and start to lick her cunt!" He was speaking to Melody and pointing at Corinne.
Melody stood there. Corinne clutched Doe's hand.
"Be calm! Calm!" Doe said soothingly to the shaking Corinne.
"Are you refusing?" he asked Melody, his eyes lighting up.
Melody didn't say a word. She just stood there. She shook a little from fear, but that was all.
"One last time I will repeat this. You all will do exactly as I tell you and you will do it quickly! Now get down on your knees and lick Corinne's vagina! Stick your tongue far into it! Immediately!! " yelled the sadistic Professor Morosova.
Melody complied. Corinne did not resist. Melody held on to Corinne's slim thighs and she licked all around Corinne's untouched labia.
Melody tried to hold her breath at first, but she had to breath finally.
Surprisingly, Melody did not dislike the aroma that came from Corinne. Corinne was still sobbing. She tried to force herself to be oblivious to the lubricating feeling of Melody's tongue in her cunt.
"Please, Melody!" Corinne begged as she felt her clit come under the direct influence of Melody's tongue.
Melody ignored Corinne's plea. Melody realized that it would be in her favor to do whatever Professor Morosova wanted and not what Corinne wanted. Besides, she didn't like Corinne anyway.
Melody became very determined to get Corinne off.
Corinne realized the pressure that Melody felt. She didn't hold it against her.
But, whatever Corinne felt about Melody, personally, was of no consequence at this time. It was what Corinne's tingling cunt was beginning to feel that was significant.
"Ohhhhhhh," Corinne sighed as Melody nibbled on her little love button. Corinne rocked on her feet and had to hold on to Melody's smooth flank in order to keep her balance.
"You!" the professor spoke, pointing at Doe.
Doe looked up in fear. She wondered what kind of a terrible thing she was going to be forced to do now as she watched Corinne rock with passion.
"Spread Melody's rectum open as wide as you can and stick your tongue into it!"
He only had to tell her once.
Melody bent over for Doe and Doe spread her cheeks until Melody winced. Then Doe stuck her tongue deep into the crack of Melody's large round ass.
Soon, Melody was feeling the passion from Doe's scared lapping flap in her ass. Melody was now very involved in eating out the young virgin who moaned and whimpered before her.
She held on to Corrine's bud securely. Corinne felt the warmth emanating from Melody's strong hands around her and was grateful to her for that.
She was also feeling for the first time in her life what it was like to be sexually aroused.
She liked the feeling. If it was just about any other time and circumstances, Corinne would have cursed herself for not experiencing that feeling sooner.
Doe was also involved in tasting the residue and sweat inside Melody's ass. She knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do about her position, so she forced herself not to abhor it. When she touched one of Melody's pubic hairs inside her ass with her tongue, Doe got off on the tingling feeling that it brought to her.
Melody swiveled her hips in order to accommodate the tingling feeling that titillated her anus.
The man watched this action with amusement. They were his slaves. They were completely under his power. He loved the way that the three young girls
Their sighs of delirium further gratified his hunger.
He walked over to the three boys and took their blindfolds off.
Their mouths were agape and their tongues hung out as they saw the three girls in their class. Just before, they were just three regular girls with regular clothes.
Now, they were stripped naked and their luscious bodies were entangled with each other in the most beautiful and compromising positions.
Allen looked at Corinne standing up with her passion-contorted face and her small breasts shaking and her delectable pussy being eaten by Melody. He could not believe that she was the same sweet virgin that was so self-conscious about being a proper little lady.
The professor fingered the cattle prod in his hand.
"Stop!" he yelled.
Slowly, the three girls halted their forced lovemaking session. They did so almost unwillingly now.
When they saw the three boys looking at them, they all instinctively covered themselves.
"Put your hands down and let them look at you!"
The three girls all felt terrible as they saw the lecherous looks on the boys faces as they looked up and down their nude bodies.
"Now, each of you. Walk up to the boys and with your fingers spread open your vaginas so they can see into them!"
"Ohhhh, God! We're humans, professor.
Please!" Melody begged.
He grabbed Melody by her hair and forced her to her knees. He let her up and Melody walked over to the three boys and without saying a word spread her cunt lips open directly in front of them.
Corinne and Doe followed suit.
The three girls actually got off on what they were doing. Allen, Roger and Herb could not do anything to hide their excitement. Drool dribbled out of their mouths.
"Touch that one's face with it!" He spoke to Melody and pointed at Herb.
Herb struggled to press down on his erection, but he could not move his hands. An obvious stain was now evident on his crotch as Melody's muff tingled his lips and nose.
"Now, each of you, lie down on your backs and spread open wide your legs!"
He held the cattle prod directly over them. He bent down and touched each of their clits with his finger, making sure that he would get it with the cattle prod.
"Now! I am going to give each of you an electric shock right on the tip of your clits. It will cause you much pain and agony!"
The three girls looked at each other. They looked around the room. The could run, but they couldn't hide. They knew it would be useless to try.
Doe grabbed Corinne's hand. Corinne grabbed Melody's hand. Melody was grateful that her nemesis did that. They squeezed each other very hard.
The professor bent over them.
Quickly, he touched their clits with the red button while pressing the black button.
Their screams penetrated the eardrums of everyone there.
They each went through their own separate, but equal agony. They writhed and squirmed on the floor, kicking out their legs and pounding on the ground with their fists.
"I told you! I told you it would cause you pain!! " the professor laughed.
Tears came out of the girls eyes as they still continues to hold their hands as they lay on the floor.
"Oooooooow, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Corinne repeated over and over. She wanted to let go of one of the girls hands to rub herself like the other two were, but she was unable to let go of the hard grip that Doe and Melody held on her.
She had to bear the excruciating anguish without rubbing her cunt.
Doe and Melody massaged their cunts voraciously with one hand. They stuck four tinges into their cunts in order to sooth the burning feeling.
Their panting was vocalized by harsh discordant sounds.
Poor Corinne was unable to rub her cunt. It was much worse for her.
Doe looked into the tortured eyes of Corinne. She realized that Corinne was still too considerate to let go of her hand despite her own severe pain.
Doe let go of Corinne's hand. Immediately, Corinne's hand went straight for Corinne's cunt. It was as if she, herself had nothing to do about it. It was more of an involuntary nervous reaction that cause her to stick her own slim digits deep into her virgin pussy. She rubbed it so hard, that she broke her own cherry. Her virgin blood seeped out of her slit. Corinne cried hysterically when she realized what she did to herself. The professor laughed hysterically, causing Corinne more grief.
Next, the professor tied Melody and Doe up. They were placed with their asses in Herb and Allen's faces, with their legs spread, and unable to move.
The man then gave them each another dose of the cattle prod. They went through their agony all over again, right in the buys faces. The two boys sexual feelings were tremendously excited, even though it was against their will to be so pleased at the girls expense. Doe and Melody felt even worse because of that.
The professor fucked Corinne on the floor. She felt a new pain superimposed on the other pain from the cattle prod. But by the time that the professor shot his load into the virgin pussy, Corinne was beginning to feel the relief that his forced entry into her provided.
Sweet Corinne looked up at the man as she lay on her back and moaned and sighed. She was exquisitely exhausted. Her innocent eyes were no longer innocent. She had tasted the sensations of sex for the first time in her life and she could not deny to herself that it was ultimately wonderful.
The man looked down on her and grinned. Corinne knew that he understood how she felt.
He looked at Corinne and spoke, but Melody and Doe knew that the short simple words were true for them, also.
"You have been betrayed by your own bodies!" came the final piercing blow that the girls would have to suffer from the professor.
But those words were not a simple little thing that would pass out of their minds quickly.
The physical pain that they had been subjected to would be alleviated shortly, but the mental anguish that they had suffered and was summed up in that short sentence would last them for the rest of their lives.
The three beautiful girls would never be the same.
The loss of innocence is a very sad journey.
This was especially so for Corinne. She went into that shack a child and came out a woman.
As for the voluptuous and experienced seventeen year old Melody, sex could never be quite the same for her.
Melody realized that all that she was was some object like a hole in a mattress. Her whole purpose in life was to satisfy the need of some lust-hungry leering male, or female, as she also found out.
But that was not what troubled the young she-vixen. What troubled her was the fact that she liked being such an object. She no longer cared if her partner felt for her. She knew that she was just a hole. A hole and a big pair of jugs. Nothing more. Melody used to call girls like that sluts. She no longer called them anything. She was one of them now. She wanted her cunt plugged up as much as her partner wanted to fill it. And when there wasn't a partner around, Melody resorted to other things in order to give herself some head. Vibrators, dildos, coke bottles, and even animals were not beyond Melody's morals after she was released.
Where, once, Melody was the object of much desire and fighting among the boys who would come at the sight of her, she no longer was held in such awe, for Melody was easy.
And Doe, pretty, considerate Doe. Full of life and thrilled to watch the sun rise. For her, sex had once been the culmination of spiritual love between a male and a female. Doe never let another boy touch her again after the traumatic experience she had been subjected to. Of course, she had become passionately involved in the things that the professor made her do. She knew that those words Professor Morosova said to them were true, but Doe vowed to make that truth an untruth. Of course, as any amateur philosopher knows, that is a contradiction and impossible.
Thereafter, Doe would only have sex with other females, but she never was able to rekindle the much nobler purposes of her sexual correspondences.
The evil professor looked each of the girls in the eye. He then walked to the door, stepped outside, and locked it from the outside.