Predators part II
Great rape story by LUCKYTOM44
Sergeant Richards pulled his police car to the side of the road and shut off the engine. He could see the ambulance over by the jogging path where a bird watcher had found a naked girl laying in the grass, beaten and bleeding and apparently in shock. Steve was walking towards the scene when he saw the paramedics bringing the stretcher out of the bushes. The petite body under the sheet, the shape of the battered face, the color and length of the matted hair. Oh no! Oh God not Denise!
Officer Jerry Allen saw Steve break into a run towards the stretcher, saw the look of anguish on his face. Dropping his clipboard, he ran to intercept him before he reached the battered girl.
"Sarge!" Officer Allen yelled as he grabbed Steve. "Don’t!"
"Let go of me, Goddamn you!" Steve yelled as he tried to twist away. "Let the fuck go of me!"
"Sarge, listen to me! LISTEN! It’s not her! Do you hear me? IT’S NOT HER!!!"
Steve quit fighting and just looked at Officer Allen, confusion written on his face.
"I know." Jerry said. "I know. I thought it was Miss Rhodes when I first saw her, too. But it isn’t. She just looks a lot like Miss Rhodes."
"Are you sure? You’re not just….."
"No, Sarge, I’m not. This girls name is Cindy Hewlett. Her ID was in a small pocket on the inside of her running shorts. You okay? Maybe you should sit down."
"No, no. I’m okay. It was just……I’d better have a look at the crime scene."
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Steve was off duty and half way through his second Scotch when Denise slid onto the stool next to him.
"Screwdriver." she said to the bartender. "I hear you had a pretty bad day, Steve."
"Oh? And just what did you hear?"
"I stopped at the station to see you, but you were already gone. Officer Allen filled me in."
"Officer Allen seems to have a big mouth."
"Don’t be mad at him, Steve. He was just worried about you." The bartender set the drink in front of Denise, took three dollars from the money in front of Steve, and walked away.
Denise took a sip of her drink and considered her next words.
"I went to the park today, Steve. I just went to the wrong park. I was jogging in Jennings Park while that poor girl was being raped in Westview Park." She took another sip of her drink. "I found a pattern, Steve. Not much, but just enough that I figured the next rape would be in a park. If I’d only gone to the RIGHT park, that girl might be safe."
"If you had gone to the ‘right’ park, it might be YOU in critical condition. Look, I’m asking you to back off. Let the police handle this, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you."
"I know, Steve, and I appreciate it. I really do. Sometimes, though, sometimes you just have to…have to…"
"Yeah, kid. I know."
They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Denise finally broke the silence.
"Look, I was right about them hitting from a park this time. If they keep going the way I think they will, the next victim should be grabbed from a shopping centre. There are too many of those in the area for me to even GUESS which one it will be. Do you think you could have extra patrols assigned to watch those areas?"
"I was already planning to." Steve smiled at her. "Hey, I trust your instincts."
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It was nine days since Cindy Hewlett had been found in Westview Park and Dave, Jeff and Rudy were back on the streets, hunting their next victim. It was seven forty five at night as Dave cruised the stolen van through the parking lot of the Holstrum Shopping Centre. Jeff and Rudy rode in the rear, next to the sliding side door. All three were hungry for fresh meat.
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Ellen Mays was a cute fifteen year old freshman at Jackson City High School. She was also a part time employee at "The Shoppe", an ice cream parlor in the main concourse of the Holstrum Shopping Centre. Ellen worked after school from five to eight PM three nights a week, and was just finishing her shift.
Ellen was five foot four and a half and one hundred eight pounds. She had her long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail for work, held in place by a pink bow. She was dressed in the uniform of "The Shoppe", a short sleeve white shirt dress with a wide western style skirt held out by several layers of ruffled petticoats. A small pink apron and white flats completed the outfit.
"Good night, Miss Roberts." she said to the assistant manager.
"If you wait a few minutes, I’ll drive you to the bus stop." Janet Roberts offered.
"Oh, that’s okay. It’s only across the parking lot. It only takes me a couple of minutes to get there."
"Alright. Well, good night, Ellen. See you later."
Ellen didn’t think anything of the van slowly cruising down the aisle as she walked towards the bus stop. There were always cars driving around the parking lot at this time of night. She was thinking of what she would wear to school the next day as the van drew abreast of her.
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"Oh yeah! This looks good!" Dave grinned. He quickly scanned the rear view mirrors to make sure no one was behind them. "We have a go!! Easy, easy, NOW!"
Jeff and Rudy threw the side door open and leaped out of the van before Ellen realized what was going on. Her eyes looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car as they grabbed her and pulled her towards the van.
"NO!" she screamed "Oh GOD please NO! Let me GO! PLEASE let me GO!"
Ellen was thrown roughly into the van and Jeff and Rudy jumped in after her. They slammed the door closed as Dave hit the accelerator and headed for the nearest exit. Ellen was on her back on the floor of the van, Jeff and Rudy kneeling on each side of her, tearing at her dress. Ellen was swinging wildly with her arms and trying to kick them.
"AAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" Ellen screamed as Jeff and Rudy grabbed the front of her dress and pulled in opposite directions, tearing the dress open and peeling it from her body. Grabbing the light nylon bra, Jeff tore it from her body, exposing her bare breasts.
"STOP it! PLEASE stop it!" Ellen begged through her tears as Rudy ripped the petticoats from her body. Grabbing between her legs, he tore the crotch of her pantyhose open. Jeff pinned Ellen’s wrists to the floor above her head while Rudy forced himself between her legs.
"NO!" she screamed in panic. "Please NO! You CAN’T! Oh God PLEASE don’t! I’M ONLY FIFTEEN!"
Rudy was on top of her, pinning her to the cold steel floor and pushing into her as she continued screaming and fighting. Damn! She was so TIGHT! Rudy loved it when he got to bust open a virgin. He loved feeling them squirm under him. He loved hearing them scream and cry. He loved the way they reacted when he tore through their hymen.
"STOP IT! OH GOD STOP IT! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU’RE HURTING ME! NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE! EEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Ellen screamed at the top of her lungs, snapping her head back and arching her back in pain as Rudy drove completely into her, shattering her virginity and burying himself deep inside her.
"No-o-o-o! Oh no-o-o-o! P-please ST-STOP! Oh P-PLEASE!" Ellen pleaded as she continued twisting her body, trying to pull away from Rudy.
Rudy continued his assault on Ellen’s young body, pulling back so that only the head of his dick was still inside her, then driving full force into her. Ellen jumped in pain each time Rudy impaled her on his rock hard meat. She didn’t know how much more she could stand.
"STOP IT! UUUHHH…..UUUHHH….UUUHHH OH G-GOD! OH G-GOD! N-NO MORE! AAAHHHHHHH! P-PLEASE N-NO MORE! UUUHHH…UUUHHH…UUUHHH"
Rudy began driving into Ellen with an ever increasing frenzy. He was groaning with pleasure as he brutalized the young body that was twitching and quivering under him. His hands groped her breasts, twisting and squeezing them unmercifully. He wormed one hand underneath her buttocks. He loved the way she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in pain when he jammed his finger up into her asshole.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh yeah!" Rudy began moaning. Ellen may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew instinctively that Rudy was coming close to orgasm. The thought of him putting his sperm inside of her both sickened and terrified her.
"Don’t c-cum in me! P-please! Oh please don’t c-c-cum in m-me!" Ellen stammered through her tears as Rudy fucked her harder and faster. He drove into her over and over as his breathing sped up. She could feel him swelling inside her as he grunted on top of her.
"Uuuhhh….uuuhhh… n-no ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh… p-please ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh….. d-don’t ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh… c-cum …uuuhhh…uuuhhh… i-in ….uuuhhh….uuuhhh…. m-me! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh…. Oh n-no! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh…. Oh no! …uuuhhh…uuuhhh… OH NO! NO DOOOONNN’TTTOOOHHHHHHGODDDDDNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Ellen screamed in misery as she felt the heat of Rudy’s sperm flooding her insides. He was grunting and moaning on top of her, pumping cum into her with every inward thrust. Over and over he pounded into her until he finally collapsed on top of her with a groan of satisfaction.
Lifting himself up, Rudy pulled his softening dick out of Ellen and began fastening his trousers. Moving next to Jeff, Rudy grabbed Ellen’s wrists, keeping them pinned as Jeff began undoing his trousers.
"Oh God no! P-please d-don’t! Not again! Leave me alone! P-please LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ellen screamed as Jeff began forcing his way between her legs. She was twisting and kicking, trying her best to fight off her attackers, but it was hopeless. In no time, she was pinned under Jeff’s body as his dick snaked it’s way up inside her.
"Stop it! P-PLEASE st-stop it! It h-hurts! Oh G-god it h-h-HURTS!" Ellen was sobbing uncontrollably as Jeff drove himself into her repeatedly. He clamped his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered and tried twisting her head away as his tongue darted around hers.
"Damn!" Jeff groaned. "Oh damn is she tight!" Even after being used by Rudy, Ellen’s freshly busted vagina fit tightly around Jeff’s meat, almost seeming to milk him as he moved inside her. He dropped his head, sucking and chewing on her breasts as he continued raping her. Ellen’s tears rolled down the side of her face as Jeff continued his assault, driving into her with increasing viciousness. She could feel him approaching orgasm as his breathing became ragged.
"Nnoooo. Ohhhhh nnnooooooo!" Ellen moaned as she felt Jeff blowing his load deep inside her trembling body. She felt the heat of his cum spraying her insides as he pumped wave after sickening wave of his filth into her. Jeff finished draining the last of his cum into her with a groan of pure pleasure.
Jeff had just finished fastening his trousers when he heard Dave swear and felt the van suddenly accelerate.
"Fuck!" Dave yelled. "We got cops on our tail!"
Jeff and Rudy looked out the rear windows of the van and saw the flashing blue lights of the patrol car that was in pursuit. They knew they were in trouble. There was no way a van could outrun a hopped-up police car.
"Grab the cunt!" Dave yelled back. "When I take the next left, throw her ass out!"
Ellen’s eyes bulged when she heard Dave’s instructions. They couldn’t be serious! They COULDN’T throw her out of a moving vehicle!
After opening the sliding side door on the van, Jeff and Rudy each grabbed one of Ellen’s arms and pulled her to her feet. They pulled her towards the door wearing nothing but her white, flat shoes and torn pantyhose. Ellen tried pulling away from the door, terror gripping her heart.
"OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU JUST CAN’T! PLEASE DON’T" Ellen was screaming and crying, pleading with animals who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘mercy’.
"NOW!" Dave screamed as he tapped the brakes and went into a tight left turn. Ellen’s own scream pierced the night as Jeff and Rudy, without hesitation, threw the terrified girl out the door of the careening van.
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Officer James Duncan had been parked on Layton Avenue when the van had cruised past him. The vehicle matched the description of one reported as stolen earlier in the day. Noting the license plate number on the van, Officer Duncan checked the ‘hot sheet’ and found a match. Dropping the police car into gear, he activated the lights and siren.
"Central, Unit Seven." he spoke into the radio microphone.
"Unit Seven, this is Central. Go ahead."
"Central, Unit Seven. I am in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license number Victor Echo Charles two-six-five, westbound on Layton approaching Third."
"Seven, Central, ten-four. All units, all units, this is Central. Unit Seven is in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license Victor Echo Charles two-six-five westbound on Layton approaching Third. All units stand by to assist."
"Central, Unit Seven. Stolen vehicle is turning south off Layton onto Third. Van is…OH JESUS CHRIST!! CENTRAL! THE BASTARDS THREW SOMEONE OUT OF THE VAN! I NEED AN AMBULANCE AT LAYTON AND THIRD ASAP! TERMINATING PURSUIT!"
Officer Duncan slid the car to a stop and leaped out. Running to the battered, near naked form laying on the tree lawn, he knelt down to check her pulse. She was still alive, probably because she had landed on the soft grass rather than the concrete. He covered her with a blanket from the trunk of his cruiser. Officer Duncan then keyed the mike on his portable radio and called in this new information, letting Central know that they were in all likelihood chasing the serial rapists that had been terrorizing the area.
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Denise was nearly ready for bed when her intercom buzzed. It was nearly eleven o’clock, late for visitors. She pressed the button on the box and said "Yes?"
"Denise. It’s Steve. I have to talk to you."
"Sure. Come on up." She pressed another button on the box to unlock the lobby door. Steve was up in a minute, and the look on his face told Denise that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Steve was pacing back and forth, unable to settle down.
"The bastards hit again. They pulled a fifteen year old girl into a stolen van and raped her. When one of our cruisers got on their tail, they THREW THE GIRL OUT AT NEARLY FIFTY MILES AN HOUR! The motherfuckers did it just to get our cruiser to terminate the chase!"
"Oh God! How is she?" Denise felt sick.
"Alive. No thanks to those cocksuckers! They have to be stopped! I don’t care how, I don’t care where! These rotten bastards have to be stopped NOW!"
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Denise put a great deal of thought into the outfit she wore that night. She had to look as much like a teenager as possible. She put on a short, light blue denim mini-skirt with a white silk blouse and a light pink V-necked sweater. She carefully considered what shoes to wear, and selected a pair of white two and a half inch heels with straps to buckle around her ankles. The shoes were an important selection. Sneakers would allow better mobility, but were soft soled. Regular three to four inch high heels had the hard heel, but the heels were also thin and unstable in situations requiring fast movement. The heels on the shoes she selected were hard and approximately an inch wide, plus the ankle straps would add to the stability.
Denise clipped a standard inside-the-waistband holster to her skirt, just a little in front of her left hip for a cross draw with her right hand. She checked the Kel-Tec .32 to insure the magazine was fully loaded with seven rounds and an eighth round was in the chamber. Satisfied, she slipped it into the holster and pulled her sweater over it.
She was almost to the door when she turned around. There was one more thing she wanted to take with her. A gift from a friend.
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Denise was sure that she was right, and that the rapists would continue following their pattern. She had no doubt that the three were waiting in or near an alley for their next victim. The question was, what alley? Denise had no way of knowing, so she played a hunch. These animals always grabbed young girls, either high school students or not long graduated. Since there was a dance at the Jackson City High School that night, it seemed logical that the rapists would select the surrounding area to hunt in.
Denise had been walking the streets for nearly two hours. She was breaking every safety rule that should be followed to avoid becoming a rape victim. She was alone, walking the dark, empty streets rather than those that were well lit and crowded. After all, if she was going to find her prey, then she had to hunt in their turf.
Always aware of her surroundings, Denise saw the slight movement ahead. Someone had peeked around the wall of the alley, and then pulled back. Denise took a deep breath and sighed as she continued walking towards the alley. Showtime!
As Denise passed the mouth of the alley, the three assailants struck. Denise dropped her purse as Jeff and Rudy grabbed her and began dragging her into the alley. A hand was clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Dave bent to retrieve the purse and take a quick look around to insure that they hadn’t been seen before retreating into the alley himself.
Jeff and Rudy had Denise nearly to the rear of the alley, pulling her out of sight behind the dumpster. Rudy released his grip on Denise, allowing Jeff to hold her as he stepped in front of her and drew back his fist to hit her. Before he could strike, Denise’s foot flashed out, driving into Rudy’s crotch. As Rudy doubled up and dropped to his knees, Denise shifted her hips to the left and drove her clenched fist down and back into Jeff’s balls. As Jeff began bending forward from the pain, Denise’s fist flashed back up, driving the back of her knuckles into Jeff’s nose, breaking the bone and knocking him backwards.
Denise heard Dave begin running towards the rear of the alley. She spun and stepped out from behind the dumpster, her hand going to the pistol under her sweater. Dave was within ten feet when Denise fired twice, hitting him in the forehead with both shots and dropping him to the ground. Denise was turning to face the remaining two attackers when a brick sailed through the air, smashing into her hand and knocking the little pistol from her grip. Rudy followed the brick he had thrown and plowed into Denise, driving her against the brick wall. He drove his fist into Denise’s stomach, but she had tensed her muscles against the blow, limiting it’s effectiveness. Straightening the fingers of her right hand and locking them stiff, she drove the tips into the V at the base of Rudy’s throat, knocking him backwards across the alley.
"POLICE! FREEZE!" the voice boomed through the alley just as Jeff grabbed Denise from behind, putting a knife to her throat.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE PIG! ONE MOVE AND I CUT HER FUCKING THROAT!" Jeff screamed back.
The alley was deathly still for the barest of seconds. Jeff had his right arm around Denise’s waist, his left hand holding the switchblade knife to her throat. Rudy was frozen in a crouch, his eyes darting back and forth between the big cop and the small automatic laying near the alley wall. Sergeant Steve Richards stood spread legged, the .357 magnum revolver held in front of him in a two handed combat grip. And then the alley exploded in action.
Reaching up with both hands, Denise grabbed Jeff’s left wrist, twisting the knife away from her throat. At the same instant, her right foot came up and kicked back and down, the hard heel of her shoe catching him just below the knee and raking down his shin until it smashed into his instep, breaking the bone in his foot. As Jeff screamed in pain and released his grip on Denise, she dove sideways and down, out of the line of fire. Steve’s .357 roared twice, knocking Jeff backwards as Rudy came up with Denise’s .32 automatic from the alley floor. Before he could fire, Denise, laying on her back, fired twice with the small pistol she had pulled from the front pocket of her jean skirt, striking Rudy in the side with both shots. At almost the same instant, Steve fired twice, striking Rudy in the chest with the heavy bullets and knocking him to the ground.
It was over in less than ten seconds from the time Steve had yelled ‘freeze’. All three rapists lay dead on the ground. Steve walked over to Denise and helped her up.
"You okay, kid?" he asked.
"Yeah. I’m fine." Denise replied. "You know, you’re really good at tailing people. Even though I KNEW you were behind me somewhere, I couldn’t spot you."
"That was the whole idea. If YOU couldn’t spot me, neither could THEY." Steve indicated the bodies littering the alley.
Denise looked at the pistol in her hand, a small two shot over/under derringer chambered for the same .32 caliber ammunition that her automatic used. "I was right, Steve. This IS the nicest birthday present I ever received."
