("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Donna's Story by Ghostwrter (address withheld) *** A women describes her brutal rape to the police. (MF, nc, v, rp, anal) *** "Thank you Ma'am for taking the time to talk to us today. We express our deep condolences for what you have endured today. You are a very brave woman." Her canned introduction finished, Detective Janice Goldman sat in front the square metal table and explained that this meeting would be taped and likely used in court, and after getting some preliminary information, she the victim for her version of the events. "Mrs. Murphy, I know this will be difficult, and take as much time as possible, but can you, in much detail as possible, tell me what happened this evening?" Donna Murphy sat upright in the seat with demeanor of a librarian or head mistress. Slight in stature, with short blackish gray hair and toothy smile, there wasn't much reason for her to smile, but the events of the day did not steal the air of dignity about her. "Well, I left work at 5:30. I work in the city and take the commuter train and then drive home," measuring her words but unable to hide the southern twang that was familiar in Fredericksburg. "When I got home I pulled the car into the garage." "The garage is detached, so muther would have to walk from the garage to the house, understand?" Lois chimed in, anxious to contribute to the conversation. Lois Murphy was Donna's daughter-in-law, an obese red-head with horrible fashion taste. Janice nodded hoping not to encourage any further interruptions. "Mrs. Murphy, for the record, how old are you?" "I turn sixty-six next month." "Sixty-five." Janice said jotting it down in her notepad. "Yes." Lois responded, prompting an annoyed glance from Janice. "Okay. So what happened after you pulled the car into the garage?" "Well..." She paused. "I was up on the front porch about to get the mail, when a black boy asked me for some water. He walked on the lawn and said something like, 'he had a long way to walk and asked for some water. It was hot today." "Do you remember what he looked like?" "Ah. He was dark, real black, tall. Everybody is tall compared to me." Janice and Lois both smiled. "Any guess on how tall he was?" Janice asked. "No. I cant really say." "Okay. Anything else." "He had kinda slanted eyes and they were red." "Okay. That's good. Do you remember what he was wearing?" "Ah. Jeans. Blue jeans and a green jacket, a light green jacket. I can't remember the shirt. It was just a regular shirt." "Okay. How old do you think he was? You said he was a boy earlier." "He was youngish in face. He looked like he was late teens or early twenties." "Excellent. That's very helpful." Janice said taking notes. "What happened next?" "I told him to stay right there and that I would get him a glass of water. I walked in the kitchen and got him some water." "Did he come inside the house?" Lois asked interrupting. "No. He was standing on the stairs to the porch when I came back with the water. He drank it all in one gulp and thanked me. He turned to walked away. He must have turned back when I turned my back on him cause just as I walked inside I felt something slam into me from behind. He hit me so hard that it knocked the glass from hand." Donna paused as her head dropped. Lois gently rubbed her hand and forearm. "Its okay muther." "I thought he was gonna choke me." She said, her voice cracking. "His arm was around my throat and I couldn't breath. He drug me across the living room like a rag doll and tossed me down on the love seat." She paused. "He told me what he was going to do to me. He said such awful things to me." Wiping away tears, she continued, "He put a pillow over my face so I couldn't yell or talk. I was too scared to do anything anyway. I thought he was gonna smother me." She paused again to wipe the tears from cheeks. "Do you need to take a break?" Janice asked. "No. No. I'm fine." Donna responded, repositioning herself in the seat. "He unbuttoned my blazer. I was wearing that navy blazer and matching dress that Leslie got me for Christmas." She said looking at Lois. "Okay." Lois nodded. "He unbuttoned the blazer and started rubbing on my chest. I don't have to tell you what he said do I?" "No. No, you don't." Janice responded. "Unless you think it's important." "No. It was so filthy. When he finished pulling and squeezing on my chest, he pulled my dress up around my waist and pulled my stockings and panties down around my knees. I was so afraid. I wanted to fight and kick him but I was so afraid." "It's not your fault, muther." Lois interrupted. "He is a pig." There was a moment of silence before Donna continued, "He bent my legs back. That's how I hurt my back. He had my knees up around my head. I never heard of anybody doing that before. It was awful. His hand was between my legs, touching my... private place. I felt him pushing it in. He couldn't get it in at first. Then it was a burning feeling in my gut and then it was like he hit me in the stomach. It was like he was cutting in half.. How do I say this?" "Take your time, Mrs. Murphy," Janice said. She paused, obviously humiliated and embarrassed. "Go on muther. We love you," Lois stated. Donna nodded in agreement. "Ah, he was much bigger than Frank. You know, in that way." Janice didn't react. She was a long way from being surprised. "He forced it all the way in me. I have never felt pain light that in my life. He was moaning and grunting over me like a hog, and he kept saying how tight I was. He kept saying it over and over." Donna closed her eyes, attempting to conceal her anguish. "It had been a long time since I had been with a man. My husband, Frank, died nearly eight years ago." She paused again, and wiped a tear from her cheek. "It's okay..." Lois said, gently stroking her hand. "It was never supposed to be like that. No body is supposed to treat another person like that. He hurt me real bad, real bad. He started going faster, and faster. Prayed he was going to climax and that it would be over. I just kept my eyes closed and asked the Lord that he wouldn't kill me. I tried not to make a sound or move. I pretended not to be there." "Did he climax?" Janice asked. "Not then." Her voice hardened. "He put it in my backside." Lois gasped, "Oh my God." "So, he sodomized you?" Janice asked with a clinical tone. "Is that what you call it?" Donna responded. "Yes. Did you put his penis your backside?" Donna hung her head and tears began to cry. "Yes. Yes he did. I don't want to talk about that." "Fine. You're doing a great job Mrs. Murphy. You are so brave. I have one final question. Did he climax in your rectum? "No. He put it back in my ... girl part and then he finished. He finished there." "Okay. Thank you for so much detail." "He leg go of my legs. I heard him pull up his pants and run out the front door. I managed to get to the phone and call 9-1-1. They came and took me here to the hospital." Full of emotion, Donna burst into tears. Lois held her in her large arms, gently rocking her. Janice put down her notebook. "Thank you very much Mrs. Murphy. Were gonna get the man that did this to you." Lois smiled and nodded. "Thank you, detective." Janice turned off the tape, gathered her belongings and left, leaving the two women in the room. Two weeks later, a Thomas Wilson was arrested and six months later was convicted for the rape and forced sodomy of Mrs. Murphy. He was sentenced thirty-five years in state prison. Mrs. Murphy participated in the defense and attended every day of the trial. However, the trauma and emotional distress of the rape led Mrs. Murphy into a deep depression and according to her family, she lost the will to live. She died in a nursing home, six months after Mr. Wilson's conviction. After serving half of his thirty-five year sentence, Mr. Wilson was exonerated with the use DNA evidence. The true identity of Mrs. Murphy's rapist is still unknown. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51