Chapter 9
Lt. Hap Mason of the State Police bolted into the Sheriffs office, his face red with anger. He headed straight for the Sheriffs private office, but the girl behind the desk called quickly, "He's not here, Lieutenant! He said it would be late before he got back. I don't know where he is. He didn't leave a number to call or anything."
Mason stopped, frowning. "Damn him!" he swore vehemently. "Damn him to hell!"
"What's wrong this time, Lt. Mason," the girl asked.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! I'm fed up with getting evidence to send hoods to jail and then having them go free or get a small fine just because they have to be tried in this county. And don't tell me that Sheriff Stillwell doesn't know what's going on. He's not dumb ... crooked, maybe . . . but not dumb!"
Ruth Purdy looked hurt and angry, and she snapped back defensively, "I've worked for Sheriff Stillwell for over four years, Lieutenant, and nothing I've ever seen or heard of him doing would lead me to think that he's anything but straight and honest!" She bristled as she defended her boss.
"Yeah? Well, I had a tip on one of Wilkins's boys, and I nailed him in town a couple months ago with a whole fistful of numbers slips and football pools. I know damned well he doesn't sell many in this country, but he was here to meet with somebody for payoffs. And now I find out that the Sheriff didn't think there was enough evidence to convict so he agreed to let him plead guilty to some stupid lesser charge ... a misdemeanor. And we're going to have it out right now!" He was white with frustration and anger.
"Calm down, Lieutenant," Ruth said gently. "Let me fix a cup of instant coffee."
"Calm down, hell!" he snorted. "I'm sick and tired of fighting these county sheriffs and small town constables. My men work their butts off trying to keep this state clean, and they get screwed up all the time by small, hick-town lawyers, judges and law officers."
"Listen to me, Lieutenant," Ruth went on calmly. "He even chewed me out for writing a personal letter on office paper? If you keep on running around and making wild accusations, you're going to have to come up with some solid facts to prove it." She was growing more irritated.
So was Lt. Mason. "Listen!" he exploded, shaking his finger at her, "I hate crooked cops. I can live with the out-and-out crooks. They're not hypocrites. At least you know who the bad guys are. But crooked cops are something else.
I'd give up my job to get rid of even one."
"Well," she snapped tartly, "I won't argue with you about Sherriff Stillwell. And besides, I'm sure he's out of town for at least today, maybe tomorrow, too!" She said it spitefully.
"Who the hell is in charge here?" Mason asked, surprised that the sheriff would take so much time off.
"Sergeant Sauers."
"Well, where is he?"
She shrugged. "I didn't take the call, but he went out somewhere. Maybe the desk sergeant knows."
"What a hell of a way to run a police department," Mason mumbled as he headed for the desk at the far side of the large room.
"Sergeant," he asked gruffly, "do you know where I can find Sauers. I've got some important business with this department, and I've got to talk to him."
"Yeah, Lieutenant," the young man said calmly, "he went out to the Rainbow's End Motel... just out of town. Know the place?"
"Thanks," Mason nodded briskly. He walked out to his car, feeling angrier by the moment. Nobody seemed to know or care what the hell was going on in the whole damned county! He'd fire their asses if they worked for him!
He remembered the old motel. It had been a nice place when that old couple had run it, but Mason had heard rumors that it had become a roadhouse type place ... and that some shady characters had taken over. What the hell could be the trouble in the middle of the afternoon that would call for the officer in charge to answer a complaint?
Mason knew Sauers vaguely. He remembered him as a surly, resentful man, and he had somehow gotten the idea that Sauers felt he should be sheriff. Stillwell had always had the reputation of being "soft" - especially when it came to handling local residents. He wondered if-the rumors were true, and that some fast deals in narcotics transfers and payoffs were being made at the place.
The closer he got to the motel, the more his inner sixth sense told Lt. Mason that something wasn't adding up. Maybe there were other crooked cops working for Stillwell and he was sniffing at the wrong rat!
Laura sat cowering on the floor, her knees brought up to her chest, trying to make herself as small a target as possible for that horrifying billy club in the hands of the stony-eyed . policeman. He advanced toward her, tapping the club in the palm of his left hand; then he suddenly stopped as if -stricken by a sudden inspiration. He laid the club down and stripped off his uniform then his underwear, even his shoes and socks. Laura looked at his lank body with apprehension. He was rawboned, with large hands and bony hipbones and his cock was beginning to rise as he picked up the club, leering down at her nakedness. Sauers had coal black hair that covered his chest and legs running down over his stomach to form a vee at his crotch. His arms and legs were as hairy as a gorilla's, and she noticed that he even had thick hair matting his back. He looked more like an animal than even the hulking one called Jake had appeared to be.
The very thought of that body close to hers was revolting, and she subconsciously tried to draw her knees even closer, to cover her pussy from his lusting stare. Her teeth even chattered as he slowly picked up the club and advanced toward her. His mouth was open and he sucked in air noisily, but his face was that same stony, unfeeling mask, showing no human emotions. He was lean, but it was all rock hard muscle, she knew. She had never seen anyone quite so repulsive, yet it wasn't his body as much as it was an inner evil force that was fighting to break loose. His eyes told her that.
His penis was hardening quickly now, the red, heart-shaped head of it stuck out menacingly as he absently stroked his shaft. He held the stick out, measuring it with his eyes, holding it lewdly beside his now hard, extended cock.
"My cock might just not be big enough for a gash that likes all the fuckin' you do," Sauers said huskily. "So I got me a little old cunt-filler!" He slapped his thigh easily with the wooden club, grinning maliciously at her. Ashe saw her try to move away, a-hideous laugh broke from his throat. It was the sound of evil... the laugh of a devil gone mad, making her want to scream out her agonized pleas. But she feared it might only heighten his crazy lust, and he would beat her with the club or his belt, and she managed to suppress the sound. It only he would just rape her... get it over with ... she could stand that. But more of that belt or that club...
"Oh, God," she prayed silently, "please let it be over soon. Please, God ... oh, please!"
On a hunch, Lt. Hap Mason parked the clearly marked State Police car a half-block from the motel entrance. He was wearing civilian clothes, and he doubted if anyone at the place would recognize him except Sergeant Sauers. It might be a good idea to take a quiet look at just who the big wheels were in this joint. Or he might just pick up some sound proof that Stillwell or some of his men were on the take. This county needed some hard-nosed young officer in charge who had studied his job at a police college or had taken a course in police methods and psychology. Things had changed and Stillwell hadn't changed with them. He still looked at himself as a small-town sheriff - which he had been for years - and the people he dealt with as just "wild country hoys... good people at heart."
Maybe Ruth was right, he reflected as he walked toward the entrance to the motel-nightclub complex. Maybe Stillwell was just a soft old man and not a crook... but if that were true, his experience told him that that was a good spot for some ambitious underling to take a lot of rake-offs and in a way, become the power behind the throne.
There didn't seem to be much action, he thought as he stopped and gazed around him. But they sure had changed the place! It had a gaudy air about it in the daylight, but it was a big improvement over the way he recalled it.
He noticed the car with the Sheriffs Department markings parked near the entrance to the nightclub. He decided that he'd play it cool, look around for a bit, because if there were any illegal activities taking place and Sauers spotted him there, they would knock off everything immediately. He decided he'd wait a little, have some patience and maybe hit the jackpot.
Sauers grinned down at Laura sadistically. "Who the hell said you could at on the floor like that?" he snarled. "Get that pretty ass up off the floor? Move it goddamn you!"
She managed to stand up, and he delivered a hard, bone-jarring slap to her face then followed it with a backhand that almost knocked her down! A low, throaty cry of pain came from her, but Sauers grabbed her cruelly, smothering her nose and mouth with one huge hand. He hit her on the belly and thighs with the club, leaving livid marks on her white flesh, drawing low, smothered moans from her. He grabbed her arms and dragged her into the bedroom, his ringers digging sadistically into her flesh. He pushed her rudely down onto the bed and as he glared at her helpless body, a chill ran over him. He was going to teach this sniveling young stool pigeon a lesson she'd remember as long as she lived.
To Sauers all women were cheap sluts, and from what Swanson had told him, this one was worse than most. She pretended not to like being fucked when all the time she wanted it more than most women - any way at all - in the ass, the cunt or down her throat!
"You cheap whore!" he screamed. "You're all alike! All any of you cunts want is a big cock shoved into you! And I'm gonna see that you get enough to last a long time!" -In the back of his mind, the image of his own wife flickered, driving him to a frenzy of hate. He relived the night he had found her in bed with another man ... loving what he was doing to her - he couldn't ever wipe that picture from his mind .. .and he saw red every time his path crossed that of a woman's, for to Sauers they were all cheap sluts like his wife had been.
He reached down and roughly pulled her legs apart, spreading them so he could see the pink slit of her cunt peeking out through the soft, blonde hair surrounding it. His long cock increased in size, standing out in a swollen, obscene manner as he feasted his eyes on the tender-looking cunt that was open to his lustful -gaze.
"And now, I'm going to get my share of that stinking pussy!" Sauers shouted in triumph. He suddenly spat on her, his spittle spraying her stomach and pubic hair. He knelt quickly between her thighs, taking his hard, pulsating cock-shaft in his hand, and suddenly he fell on top of her, plunging the full length of his rampant cock wildly up into her pussy.
She moaned in pain, mumbling, "Noooo ... please, God ... noooo... "
But Sauers paid no attention. He began to immediately fuck her, using deep, brutal thrusts to ram his hard penis into the soft, yielding flesh of her pussy. She twisted in agony as her aching, burning cunt seemed to be afire. He reached out and shoved his strong hands under her thighs, lifting her up with each plunge of his penis. She felt as if he were bending her double and that her back must snap under the assault. He raised her legs even higher and placed her heels over his shoulders, reaching for her buttocks with both hands, pulling her onto his pistoning cock harshly. His breathing was hoarse and his cold eyes were narrowed and hazy from lust. His driving loins smacked hard against her upper thighs and her buttocks, pushing torturous pressure on her lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe. She was gasping for breath, wondering how much more her body could absorb. She felt as if she had lived with pam for most of her fife, but she would never grow accustomed to it.
Sauers snarled at her, "Get with it, you cheap cunt! You know I love it!" His hands clung to her buttocks and his nails bit into her flesh. But the pain was so deep and intense inside her pussy that Laura hardly noticed this added torment.
"You better fuck me back, cunt! I'm as good as any of the other bums you fuck. Now... " he poised above her and drove a sledghammer stroke of his penis into the depths of her pussy, snarling, " .. .Fuck me back!" The harshness of his motion seemed to jar every organ in her body. She was too tired and hurt to respond as he wanted even if it would stop the torture by Sauers cumming in her.
"Please . . . " Laura begged. "You're wrong... please ..."
It seemed to only spur him on to a more cruel attack on her sore, throbbing pussy. He couldn't hold back his cum, and his body launched into a series of spasms that were uncontrollable. He wanted to destroy her, to make this bitch pay for what his- wife had done. She was no good .... trash... just like all the rest of them. He abandoned himself to his passions, and his hot sperm spewed again and again up into her cunt. He grunted as he rammed his cock up into her pussy until he no longer had any desire or feeling left in it.
He scrambled from between her legs, a trail of sperm coming from his deflated penis, and almost as if nothing had happened, he walked back into the living room. When he returned, his billy club was in his hand, dangling like an obscene wooden phallus. He fondled it, tapping it in the palm of his left hand, his eyes growing bright with sadistic hate as he looked at her limp body. He wanted to shove it up her cunt, fixing it so that no other man could be degraded or destroyed by this woman! He walked over to the bed, his eyes ablaze with his unholy lust, and bending over, he placed the thick end of the club between the lips of her slippery cunt and rammed it into her several inches!
Laura's screams split the air. She could no longer reason. She wanted to die... to escape this excruciating torture. Again and again as he rammed the club in and out madly, the air was rent by her pitiful screams as she felt her sanity leaving her!
Lt. Hap Mason's -eyes. narrowed as the first scream came to him. He heard a man's voice roaring in anger, and more screaMs. He paused only long enough to pinpoint the source of the sounds; then he went into action. But he reasoned that lie-might need some help. If the stories he'd heard had any substance, he might run into a hornet's nest of tough-to-handle hoods.
He ran into the bar, his eyes darting about for a phone. Spotting it, he quickly put a coin in and dialed the State Police barracks. He spoke quickly. "This is Lt. Mason. I'm at the Rainbow's End Motel. Send every available man here ... now!" He started to hang up then said loudly, "Wait! No sirens. I'll meet them on the highway a few yards from the motel." He hung up, his brow wrinkled in thought. He walked outside again, listening for the sounds, but the screaming had stopped. He knew it should take but a few moments for the troopers to arrive and he paced nervously up and down, hoping that he wasn't too late to help the woman who had been screaming as if the devil were tormenting her. The sound had sent shivers up his spine. It had sounded like the death wail of a lost soul.
It was exactly six minutes before the patrol cars tolled to a stop at his waving. Four officers leaped out, moving quickly toward Mason, listening intently to his staccato orders. 'Two of you cover the front and back entrance. You two come with me. No... Corporal," he added as one officer took off for the back of the motel, "... better stay here on the road. Tell any other officers who answer the call to surround this place."
He looked about him as he entered the broad driveway of the motel. He hadn't heard any more screaming or the male voice cursing and shouting, but he couldn't wait. He was positive it had come from the section where the door sign said "Manager."
The three officers advanced on the apartment, looked warily about them for any sign of other people, but it was quiet as a churchyard.
Suddenly a shrill, piercing scream came from somewhere inside the apartment. It rose to a siren-like wail, and the three State Troopers could distinguish the agonized words, "Oh, God ... Nooooo ..."
Lt. Mason froze at the sound then drew his gun from beneath his shoulder. "Let's move, men!" Mason snapped. "Kick the door in if it's locked!" They headed for the manager's door with a rush.
Sergeant Sauers watched the agonized writhing of Laura with the look of a, madman. His pupils were dilated, his mouth was emitting saliva at the corners, his grin was frozen on his face. Again and again, he shoved the club deeper into Laura's torn, battered cunt, each time penetrating a little deeper. Laura's mind was almost blank. It was as if she were walking in a dream, remembering when she had first tried the hard-rubber dildo that Bob had bought as a joke. Bob? Bob? Who was she thinking about? There was no Bob - only man-like animals prowling the world she walked in.
Fish-eyes, Jake, Swede Swanson, the unknown one they had called Jukes ... and Bob. But who was Bob that his name should be trying to penetrate her brain? But worst of all there was.Sergeant Sauers. At least the others had wanted her womanhood, had wanted to satisfy their lust for a woman's exciting body. But this one... this satanic tormentor wanted only to hurt, maim, torture. Her vagina was numb from the excruciating stretching the club was doing. Sauers was almost drooling as he bent forward so he could see the wooden club going into her reddened, damp opening.
That's what you need, slut," he mouthed gleefully. "A big, hard pole that more than fills that filthy hole. Feels good, huh, fucker? Say you like it! Say it!" He gave-the club an extra hard jab men wriggled it about so that it battered at the walls of her inner cunt. Laura couldn't make any words come. All she could think of was that she wished she could die.
"Finally met your match, huh?" Sauers slobbered, saliva dribbling from his mouth. Sweat poured from his pores. He was jabbing wildly with the club now, not aiming it, letting it ram into any part of her cunt that it could reach. He was no longer measuring the depth of the strokes. He didn't care if he rammed it all the way through to her guts! Females like her had to be taught where they fit. The fucking sluts who went around preaching equal rights for women ought to have a treatment like this every night! They were all alike, giving their pussy to any bum who wanted it - thinking they would never have to pay for fucking up a good man's life!
As the tip of the club touched her cervix, Laura managed one last agonizing scream. She knew she was fainting from the pain, and she also knew that it would do no good for her to scream. Who was there to care? Her scream faded into a muffled moan as she felt blackness closing in.
With a splintering roar, the door to the living room slammed open! The three law officers burst in, guns drawn, staring quickly about, on the alert. Mason spotted the naked figure of Sauers through the bedroom door and he headed for there. Sauers swung around as the splintering crash startled him, glaring in anger and fear at the intruders who were closing in. He had been so startled that he relinquished his hold on the club and left it shoved deep into Laura's cunt! His cock was still stiff, standing out obscenely, and his eyes darted about wildly, like a trapped animal's. His gun was in the living room, and he knew by the tight look on the three State Troopers' faces that he'd never make it.
Mason pointed the gun at Sauers's head, almost vomiting as he saw Laura lying there, out cold with the billy club sticking obliquely from her vagina! Mason began to tremble with rage. His eyes held cold hate as he snarled at the naked man, "You do that, you rotten bastard ... do me a favor and try to get to your gun! Go on!" he was yelling now, ?... try it... give me a chance to put a.bullet in your guts, you lousy imitation of a man!"
The two troopers moved up to Sauers, sensing that the lieutenant might very easily lose control and shoot him. They led him into the front room and made him dress.
Mason walked to the phone and dialed the barracks. "Get an ambulance out to Rainbow's End Motel," he snapped, "and step on it!"
He put the phone down and stared contemptuously at the subdued, surly man, his lips curling as he saw that he had to be wearing the uniform of an officer of the law.
"This is one trial I'm going to enjoy, you filthy animal," he snarled. "And this is one that you aren't going to cover up or get out of... not while I'm alive!"