Chapter 12
The Gum Rubber Rapist
When the doctors at the emergency hospital suggested that I spend a couple of days with them, I didn't make waves. I needed the rest.
I spent many happy hours watching the boob tube, seeing Detective Ramon on the newscasts taking credit for the solution of the feminine crime wave. He hit every time slot, grinning a sheepish grin he practiced in front of a mirror. He was the epitome of the honest, diligent, selfless civil servant. "Just doin' my job, ma'am." Though the camera never panned low enough to show it, I was sure he was digging a toe of one of his big black brogues into the carpet. "Shucks!" And all that crap.
When I checked out of the hospital I had everything I needed with me ... suit, shoes, socks, shirt, and gun ... so I didn't bother stopping by the office. I drove straight to the apartment of Cosimo Hidalgo's killer.
I got some strange looks in the elevator because of the stitches in my neck. I looked like the goddam Frankenstein monster.
I rang the bell and shrugged my shoulders, trying to bet the holster to sit right. The door opened and I said, "Hi! How'd you like to buy some insurance?"
"Oh! Bascom. It's you!" Marylou cried, throwing her warm and cuddly self into my arms. "I tried to see you at the hospital, but..."
"I know. No visitors. Doctor's orders."
I carried the squirming girl into her apartment and closed the door with a kick. Her mouth, wet and mobile, found mine and in a blink her hot little tongue was darting between my lips, searching over my tongue and mouth.
"Easy!" I said, pulling her off. "I'm convalescing, remember?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Bascom. I didn't mean..."
"It's okay," I said, putting her down. What I had to say was a big bummer, even more of a bummer with her giving me the hot greeting, so rather than prolong the inevitable, I just let it all hangout.
"Look, baby, I know you killed Hidalgo..."
Her sweet face froze for an instant, then turned up in a typical, fetching smile. Her eyes sparkled.
" ... and the secretary by mistake," I continued. "What I can't figure out is why..."
She gave me a long, searching look. Then she said, "Well, with that awful Cena and her friends in jail, I guess it can't hurt, can it?"
She was tickled pink. She pirouetted for me in her super tight, super short hot pants. Her butt-cheeks strained against the flimsy fabric, two perfect domes of firm flesh.
I sat down on her couch. She sat on the arm, leaning forward so as to give me a long, long look down the front of her tank top at the pair of braless tits that swung from her chest. Then she began breathlessly.
"I did it while you were screwing Lollie and Angelfood in the oil bath..."
"I know that, honey," I said. "Tell me why."
"It was because of my sister, Janey," she said seriously. "Janey came out here about six months ago. She left me and the folks back in Nebraska to make her fortune in California..."
I couldn't help making a wry face.
"Oh, sure, it sounds dumb," she said quickly. "But all the kids split from Wally's Falls as soon as they could scrape up the bus fare. It was a nowhere town."
"Uh-huh, go on," I urged.
"Anyway, Janey sent us a postcard from San Francisco about four months ago, telling us she'd found this great job with Lorelei Oil. Every card after that things seemed to get better and better for her. Then, the cards stopped and when we tried calling we got nothing. Nothing from her apartment, nothing from the company. It was as if she vanished off the face of the earth.
"So, when the police wouldn't do anything for us, I decided to try on my own. I took a bus out here and applied for a job at Lorelei Oil. They hired me on the spot. I guess I should've know what was up as soon as they brought out the string bikini an the high heels. But I had to know for sure what happened to my sister."
She shook her head, making her ponytail dance. "But it was no good. No sooner than I'd open my mouth about Janey than all the other chicks would clam up. Nobody even heard of her. She never existed. No employment files. No income tax forms. No paycheck receipts. After a few weeks I thought I was going to go crazy, that I was the one who was wrong, that Janey had been lying to us about her job.
"Then that Rodney Gervis character accidentally bumped into me as I was leaving the building. He was kind of cute and very persuasive so I went out to dinner with him. Turned out all he wanted was for me to perform a little industrial espionage for him. He asked me to get the combination to the office safe and plant some documents in it. I was supposed to make a real mess of things and make it seem like something had been taken instead of put in.
"The money sounded good and anyway, I figured it'd give me a chance to look over the other stuff in the safe for some clue about Janey. So I agreed. It went off like clockwork. I got the thing open and the papers in and then I started to root around.
"There was a rack in the back of the safe, behind a false panel. A rack of Super 8 mm film cassettes. On the spine of the cartridge there was lettering, like labels. Only the labels were only single words. Names, really. Chick's names. Janey's name was on one of them," she said, scooting off the couch and heading for a cupboard drawer.
"This is the one with Janey's name on it," she said, tossing the cartridge in my lap.
I looked at the name on the spine. "And...? "
"Help me with the projector," she said, opening her closet.
We set up the machine, loaded the film in, and sat back on the couch to view it. A square of bright, white light on the beige wall was replaced by action, colors.
The film was titled "Janey." We sat in silence as the white letters loomed over what appeared to be a seascape. It was not really a seascape. When the litters left the screen, it was plain that the picture was of one of Cosimo's aquariums.
The camera panned over across the inner office. A very lovely young girl filled the screen. She looked a lot like Marylou, same pert face, same luscious curves. She filled the string bikini to the point of bursting. Smiling into the camera she turned around. In the upper right hand corner of the screen a black blur was visible ... the fingers of the director.
If she was foxy from in front with those high titties and that plump mound, she was downright dick lifting from behind. Her inverted valentine of an ass was round and supple. It fit into the thin triangle so snugly; the top of her deep crack with its twin dimples and sprinkling of golden downy fuzz, peeped above the waistband so tastily, that my mouth began to water. She had the kind of bottom that begged for a hot, hairy male hand to fondle it.
Then the picture jiggled a bit and a second figure stood beside her and waved. I nearly puked. It was good old Cosimo. Cosimo dressed to the hilt in his psycho fetish outfit. He wore a black gum rubber wet suit, the style called "Farmer John" by skin-divers. It had very tight short sleeves and legs and the crotch was buttoned up in a wide flap. On his head he wore a diver's black rubber hood. No face mask, just the tight peaked hood with the round hole in front. His face was all distorted by the tight rubber. It made his flesh puff out and his protruding eyeballs look even buggier. His feet were shod in black flippers.
He leered at the camera again and turned, as Janey had done, showing off his spindly legs and rubber clad pot belly.
Cosimo then grabbed the nubile teenager and forced her into an embrace. Her firm tits mashed up against the squeaky suit. They tycoon appreciated the sight immensely. While Janey tried to extricate herself from his crushing hug, he managed to unfasten her bikini top.
Though there was no sound, I swear I could hear the girl's cry of shock when her suit top slipped off and her pale pink nipples were suddenly pressed into gum rubber.
Cosimo leered down at the white gloves held trapped against his wet suit. He struggled with the girl, turning her back to the camera, then peering over her naked shoulder he thrust both hands into her bikini, ripping the flimsy thing off with ease. His hands groped the jutting buttocks, kneading them, spreading them for the camera's benefit as well as his own. A rosy butt hole and pudgy pink pussy lurked between those full cheeks amid a fine bush of golden hair.
Janey, frantic at the feel of her own sudden nakedness, at the feel of his hands probing her pussy and ass-hole, began to rain blows upon the tycoon's head. Her clenched fists slammed down, overhand style.
But the slick gum rubber did more than provide thrills to Hidalgo's depraved tactile system. It protected his face and ears from the girl's fury. His grin was a bloated, contorted thing through the hole of the diving hood.
As he plunged his fingers into her twin orifices, I looked away, I looked at the face of Marylou. The light flickered over her grim, set features. She was a girl of stone. How many times had she seen this grotesque film to be able to watch it so dispassionately?
When I looked back to the wall, Hidalgo had his hands locked about the girl's slender throat. The bastard throttled her to her knees. Then he unbuttoned the flap of his wet suit and his hard pud sprang out. Out and up, a gruesomely thick and lengthy choad, shiny and brown from use and abuse, no doubt. His balls were pendulous sagging orbs. Still holding Janey's throat with one hand, he guided his prick with the other. He made the wide, snake-like head glide over her face, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. She looked aghast as the prick touched her, smearing her with unctuous pre-come.
His hand slipped to grip her jaw, his fingers whitened and her mouth sprang open. The demented tycoon shoved his dick head between her lips and, jerking her head about like a rag doll, he forced his prick in and out of her mouth.
Janey was stunned by this brutal assault. So stunned that for the longest time she was incapable of putting up any sort of protest.
Hidalgo's small hips flipped, the wetsuit flap flopped, and his greasy brown cock rammed deep in the poor girl's gullet. He held her mouth still and slipped her every inch of his prick, until her lips were tightly stretched about the hairy stump of his cock.
She looked up at him with infinite disgust in her eyes, his hard penis deep in her throat. She shuddered visibly at the feel of Cosimo's nut bush and his bloated balls against her soft chin. What could the "defenseless' child do?
She could and did do the only thing possible under the circumstances: she bit his dick. Her jaws snapped shut, teeth grinding into the base of Hidalgo's pud. The skindiving pervert was suddenly hopping and jumping all over the place, trying in vain to free his ravaged prick.
He drew back his fist and landed a powerful blow beside Janey's temple. The girl's face went stone white and her jaws opened as she slipped back to the floor unconscious.
Hidalgo rounded the camera and adjusted the picture to include the prostrate form of Marylou's sister. When he returned to the scene of the action he had removed his wet suit, but retained the hood and flippers. His cock, though reddened about the base from her teeth, stuck put lewdly from his black bush as he reached up. Reached up to take a gas powered harpoon gun from the wall.
The heavily chromed weapon had a hideous broadhead point on it. The kind of point meant to destroy predators of the deep.
Cosimo stood between the groggy girl's thighs as she came around. His cock and the harpoon gun were both aimed at the sweet golden fork of her legs.
When Janey saw what was pointed at her, she screamed. Her mouth opened in a silent, chilling "O." She tried to close her thighs, but it was impossible with Cosimo standing there, flippers and all.
The short man leaned down and put a hand into Janey's muff, groping hungrily. The girl tried desperately to roll away, but Hidalgo caught her and menaced her with the loaded harpoon gun. He resumed his fondling, spreading her soft pussy and driving his fingers in to prepare the way for his cock.
She screamed again.
Cosimo cut her off short, caressing her cheek with the ugly spear point, tracing a line down her face to her throat. He held the gun pointed into her throat. Scared out of her wits, the teenager let Cosimo have his way.
After spitting on his palm, the tycoon ran his bulbous dickhead through the drool, moistening it thoroughly. He was a man knowledgeable in the ways of rape. He knelt, fitting slippery head to soft, downy pocket, and with furious flips of his hips he rammed his cock home.
Janey thrashed on the floor, weeping and pounding with her balled fists, while Cosimo slipped his huge cock in and out of her tight snatch. Not only was it rape, but it was the act of a vicious sadist ... his cock was far too large to be used on such a small pussy. It looked like he was pulling half her insides out on the back-thrusts and when he drove into her, her whole mound turned in on itself.
Then, Cosimo's distorted face darkened, his eyes threatened to pop from their sockets, his cock flew savagely. The demented bastard was coming!!
Janey's eyes snapped shut in horror and disgust as the initial load of come spurted into her torn pussy.
Cosimo's lips curled back from his teeth.
Then it happened. Was it reflex? A convulsion due to the fever of orgasm that racked the magnate's body? Or was it part of some insane and super-sick game?
No matter. The result was the same. The harpoon gun discharged. And the-wall went white as the film cassette ended.
Marylou made no move to turn on the room lights or turn off the humming projector. She spoke through clenched teeth and tight lips.
"I went nuts when I first saw it. I wanted his greasy head on a pole, instantly! So I stupidly tried to fry him in his own spunk. I didn't mean for Ann to get hurt. Honest! Honest!" she cried. "You've got to believe me!! "
After I said I did, she went on:
"To make sure I didn't miss a second time, I did the thing in person, face-to-face. While you were in the tub, I slipped into his office and got down that same goddam harpoon gun. He was really surprised when he looked up and saw me aiming it at him. He started talking a mile a minute, excusing himself for something he wasn't sure of.
"When I said Janey's name, he got real pale. Imagine that slimy bastard pale!! ! I told him I was her sister and that I'd seen the film and that this was his last night on earth.
"He got even whiter then and started telling me how much money he'd give me to let him go, how Janey's death was a terrible and tragic accident, and all that baloney. He thought he was one super slick son of a bitch, and that's for sure. The whole time he's rapping at me, his hand is slipping over the desk top, heading for the drawer where he kept his pistol.
"I let him think he had me fooled. Let him get the drawer open and his slimy paw on the gun butt. Then I let him have it!! "
Marylou's eyes glowed with remembered fury and grim satisfaction.
"Right in the gut!" she exclaimed. "Nailed him into his big dictator's chair. It knocked the breath out of him. He took hold of the harpoon shaft and tried to yank it out but he couldn't do it. His eyes were bugging and he was sweating up a storm.
"It took him eighteen minutes to die. I know because I timed it ... I sat up on his desk and watched him squirm and wriggled, and wriggle and squirm, until he just sort of stiffened and stopped. Then I came down to the tub room and made love."
My guts were tied in a burning knot. The girl was crazy. Too damn cool the way she talked. Too dispassionate under what must have been a soul wrenching experience. She came back after watching Cosimo Hidalgo die and made love. Simple as that. Made love to yours truly. Dammit! I could still feel her trembling in my arms, quaking like a leaf, like a baby.
I got up and walked over to the phone.
"W-what are you doing?! ! " Marylou cried, jumping up.
I thought for a second as I lifted the receiver from the cradle. Thought about the large helping of crow Detective Ramon and his whole incompetent homicide crew were going to have to eat today.
"B-But ... BASCOM!! ! Don't!! ! " Marylou wailed, throwing her soft, warm body against me. "DON'T!! ! Let Cena ... let HER take the blame!! ! "
It would've been an easy thing to do. I'm not sure deep down I didn't really want to do it that way all along. Let the dyke take the whole fall. Why the fuck not?
The girl's arms were clasped about my neck; her hot tears were spilling all over the front of my shirt. The knot in my gut tightened, squeezing the air from my lungs.
I began to dial.
"OHHHHHH," Marylou wept, hugging me desperately. "Uh-uh-I th-thought y-you uh-uh-uh love..." She stopped short and her sudden, panicked change of words cut me deeply. . . .L-LIKED ME!! ! " she bawled.
The phone rang on the other end. Come on, ANSWER!! You lowlife sacks of shit!! ! A voice in my skull was hollering, "God, I DO!"
But the words that came out of my mouth were different. They tasted like ashes.
"I don't get paid to like people. That's not my job, honey," I said.