Chapter 1
Sue didn't know why she was assigned to the case. She never worked sex or vice before. She was basically a traffic cop. But they said she would make a good decoy. Decoy? They meant victim, as far as she was concerned. They knew nothing of the man who was kidnapping and raping the girls in the college area. They had no idea when he was going to attack again, where or how he was going to operate. The only thing they knew was that beautiful young girls were disappearing and not being seen or heard from again.
They figured him for a sexual pervert but that was all they were going on. No description at all. No ransom notes. Nothing. Yet they never found any of the victims dead. He was either still holding them or he was disposing of them in a place, or in a way they could never be found.
Sue knew nothing about the case but she had one hunch. Just one groundless, uneducated hunch. She believed that whomever was kidnapping these girls was not killing them. He was holding them prisoners somewhere. Maybe even somewhere close by.
No one else shared her opinion. Not to the degree Sue did. They felt it was a possibility, yes, but highly unlikely as far as this type of crime was concerned.
But the kidnapper had been so thorough, Sue reasoned. So selective and so good at what he did, how he went about it, leaving not a single clue, that he had to be somewhat of a practical man. And no practical man would kill off beautiful young women. Not just like that. Not very easily.
He had apparently gone through a long and tedious selective process. Why should he just rape them and then kill them, she thought.
There had been four girls so far. All had been between twenty and twenty-two years old. All had attended Reverend Dr. Marvin Reel University where they were all law students, or preparing for a career as lawyers. All disappeared at night, either on first dates with boys they had never dated before, never known before, or abducted while they slept on campus.
That was it. No ransom notes or any trace of them after that. Now the department wanted Sue to enroll in the university and hopefully be victim number five. A hell of a joke, she thought. At first she said she would not do it, wanted no part of it. But they reminded her that she was a cop, that she didn't just sign on to handle traffic and be a meter maid.
When she still protested, they threatened her with disciplinary charges for nonfeasance. They'd at least kick her off the force for that, they told her. She wondered why the whole job was even worth it to her but she had made some good money there. She had earned a man's pay. That was more than she could say for the last place she had worked.
Sue knew she was going to have to take risks being a policewoman. But she never figured on being a decoy. She was a uniform cop, just like the men. How often are the men required to work out of uniform,, risking their lives at the hands of some crazed killer or sex-fiend? Why her?
But she was so young and-pretty, they told her. That was nice to hear, but she already knew that. That was why she had to leave her other job as a secretary. The boss thought she was too pretty. And too available. He wanted her to be his personal mistress as well as his personal secretary. He would damn-near chase her around the desk everyday, except that he wasn't that crude. He would just make overt passes at her, bolder each time and when she refused, he would heap work on her, scold her and badger her and humiliate her in front of the other women for not getting her work out on time.
It got to be too much after awhile. So she kept looking for another job, kept filling in applications all over town. When she had heard of an opening in the police ranks, she applied for that too.
"No, madam," she was told. "This is not an opening for a meter maid. Those applications will not be accepted until next month."
"I know," she told the desk sergeant. "I don't want to be a meter maid. I want to be a cop. I believe there are laws now that prevent you from discriminating against women applicants."
"Look, lady," he answered uncomfortably, "I ain't discriminating against no one. We just got no openings for women cops. The paper says 'policeman' not 'policewoman'. Can't you understand that?"
Well, she didn't understand. She raised hell because she was so desperate to get away from her boss. The day they called her for the job she was going to quit anyway because of what he did to her. The department did not know about that. She never told anyone, never pressed charges. But they remembered how she raised hell to get on the job. Now they were throwing that up to her. Now they wouldn't allow her to forget that she did not want to be a meter maid, she had wanted to be a cop.
So, they were offering her the chance to be a cop and here she was balking at the opportunity. They said they did not understand her. But they were mocking her. They were laughing and mocking her and whispering among themselves how they knew women cops would never work out.
Why did people always want her to do things she did not want to do? Why couldn't she have been born ugly so that no one would expect her to do what they wanted her to do with her body? The cops were no different than that bastard of a boss she had. No different at all, really.
The last day she had worked for Mr. Fairfax he had piled on the work. She didn't know at the time it was to be her last day of work, but she would never go back after that. Now she knew that he had piled on the work because he wanted to insure that she would have to work late, that she couldn't get out of the office until very late, until everyone else had gone. Everyone except Mr. Fairfax.
The paperwork had to get out that night, he told her. And she trusted him because he hadn't tried to get fresh with her in the weeks he had learned that she might be going to the police department. She should have known. She should have realized that to men like him, the harder the object to achieve, the more precious the object becomes in his mind. In the mind of his cock, too. But that couldn't be right, she realized. His was a mindless cock. Stiff dick has no conscience, as the saying went.
So, she stayed late and when she looked up from the last of her typing she had a sickening sense in her guts as she looked around at an empty office and saw Mr. Fairfax watching her lewdly from inside the open door of his office. Her heart raced unexplainably as she told herself not to worry about anything, that he hadn't tried anything in weeks, that he knew she was soon to be a cop, that she was sure he would never resort to rape.
Anyway, she was young and strong and he looked like such a weak old man in his sixties, ready for retirement. She told herself to relax and not concern herself. But she was wrong. She was wrong to trust any man with a hard cock.
Mr. Fairfax called her into his office and held the door for her. She should have known that was trouble. As she entered, he closed the door behind her. But still she told herself not to worry. Christ, she thought, if he really wanted to rape me, he wouldn't have to worry about closing the door. There was no one in the office anyway.
He crossed over and sat behind his big desk and she waited as he sat there and stared at her. Then, after the staring became uncomfortable, he told her he had something to show her in his top drawer and to please come around his desk. She did as he told her. As he opened his drawer she saw the handcuffs but the reality of it did not strike her until he grabbed her thin wrists and shackled her in place with the handcuffs attached to the inside of the big top drawer.
"Hey! What's going on? Mr. Fairfax!" she protested, trying not to treat the handcuffing as a serious threat. She felt panic-struck but she did not want to appear to have lost control of the situation. But already his hands were beneath her skirt. His hands felt cold and clammy and she hated the touch and feel of him, the old bastard, she thought in horror.
"Don't struggle, my dear," he said in a husky voice she had heard many times before. "You will hurt yourself if you struggle. You will be here in these handcuffs for a long time, so you may as well get used to it and learn to enjoy it. You may as well resign yourself to the fact that you are going to be made love to by the finest old cunt hound in the state."
Then she knew why he had closed the door. The night watchman was going to make his rounds in about an hour or so and just in case he looked into the office, he would see nothing of what was happening in the private office of Mr. Fairfax. Well, bullshit, she thought, she would scream her bloody head off.
As the first scream left her mouth the handkerchief was already being stuffed inside. It was as though he had wanted her to begin screaming so that her mouth would be open for him. He pushed the cloth deep in her throat and she almost gagged. Another handkerchief was tied around her head, keeping the first one in place inside her mouth.
The handcuffs, the gag! The old pervert knew what he was doing! He apparently had lots of experience at this game. He probably had all the bases covered. She felt a sinking feeling deep within. She saw him come near again and she kicked out at him. But she missed. She pulled against her bonds and the cold steel cut into her tender wrists. There was no getting out of the handcuffs. They were anchored solidly in the big desk and the desk was so big and so heavy, she could not budge it. He was raising her skirt now and she kicked out again and this time her foot found his groin, just missing his balls. But she had still hurt him, she knew. That would teach the old fool she was no easy victim. She would fight him all the way and he would have to give up, just have to.
"Why, you little bitch,". the old man said menacingly. "You think you have the right to hurt an old man between the legs like that? I am no longer young. I can't take a blow between my legs very well. This was supposed to be a game but now it will be a lesson. You will learn respect for your elders."
The old man was very ingenious, as she later recalled. He went around to the front of his desk and got on top. Her legs could not kick him there. Now he could touch and fondle her at will. The first thing he did was give her nipples each a hard pinch, just for punishment. He pinched them right through the material of her blouse. Tears came to her eyes as the pain shot into her. She moaned as loudly as she could, but the gag prevented her from screaming.
Christ! she thought. That hurt like all living hell! She had kicked at him, it was true, but she had missed. He didn't have to hurt her that much. She thought her punishment was over. But it had not even begun. He reached down and raised her skirt now and she could do nothing with him on top of the desk. He raised her skirt all the way over her head and somehow tied it that way so that she could not see what was going on around her. And her lower body was naked except for panties.
She heard him getting off the top of the desk and she knew he was coming around to her again from the back. She turned her head but she could not see anything. She felt something around her right ankle and before she could do anything, he had a rope tied to her ankle and pulled it tight to the far corner of the desk. He did the same thing to her other ankle and she stood now with both legs spread painfully wide, her skirt raised and tied above her head and her hands helplessly clasped in handcuffs. Her only source of comfort was her panties she still wore. She knew he could not pull them down with her legs spread as they were.
She felt his cold clammy hands on her waist and she felt the cold steel of the scissors as he began to cut away the thin diaphanous material of the panties. Now panic raced through her veins! Now he was going to have her completely nude from the waist down, completely bound and helpless!
She heard his clothes being unbuckled, unzipped, undone and she knew her real punishment was about to begin. She felt the hard cockhead touch the soft flesh between her legs. His cock was cold, just like his hands and her flesh between her thighs was soft and hot and perspiring nervously. She tried to move away from the cold dick but she realized now that she was already pressing hard against the desk and she had no place to go to, no place to move. She tried to close her legs but that was impossible. They were tied so wide apart it hurt her. And there was no way for her to close them to protect the tender, vulnerable young cunt she had fought so hard to keep from her boss.
Sue was not a virgin, but she had only had one boy inside her pussy and that was years ago when they were both sixteen. He had been so excited that he came as soon as he got inside her and he didn't even "break her in" or at least stay hard long enough to please her. Now she knew it was going to hurt all over again, even though she had had her hymen broken.
She struggled against her bonds. Her wrists were cut now and the ropes around her ankles felt tighter as her ankles were beginning to swell with the torture. She could see nothing through her heavy skirt and she could not cry out with the cruel gag in her mouth. She was pressing as hard as she could against the desk and it would not give and her skin was raw from her efforts. She began to move evasively from side to side and a cold arm wrapped around her waist to hold her still. He was completely naked, she knew now as she felt his arm and the closeness of his body against her. The stiff cockhead was right at her cunt's entrance and now she could not move in any way to avoid its entry. She knew it and he knew it. She was completely at his mercy and all spirit and resistance drained out of her. She hung her head and gave up the struggle.
When he felt her give in, he pushed her forward slightly so that he could enter her cunt from an easier angle. She bent forward obediently now and her head was resting on the desk top so that her ass-hole and cunt were as wide open as possible for her "master". She wept silently and prayed he would choose her cunt rather than her ass-hole. At least she once had a cock inside her cunt and though it may have resumed its old tightness, the hymen was still broken and it would not hurt to have it broken again. She had heard that ass-fucking was the most painful thing of all.
So she found herself in the unlikely circumstance of praying that her cunt be raped rather than her ass-hole. She could not move, she could not see, she could not fight. She could not cry out and now she hadn't the spirit nor will to resist. She lay submissively across the old man's desk and awaited her punishment.
He chose her cunt. He lined up his dick with her cunt opening and he shoved. Sue saw stars! The pain was excruciating! It was every bit as painful as the first time! She was tight and dry and he was shoving it in no matter what she wanted. She instinctively tried to close her legs even though the will to resist was gone. When she could not close her legs, she just lay there over the desk and wept bitterly.
The dick was like a rock and she knew there was no way she was going to keep it from ramming her hard and deep. He pushed and she moaned and he loved the sound of her moaning and he pushed harder, crueler. She moaned louder and he rammed her to her very core. She would bleed again. She could feel it. She was so tight and so dry and so soft and tender and unused inside that she was going to bleed like a stuck pig and there was nothing she was going to do about it.
Now she felt the cock begin a steady in and out movement. That hurt worse than when it was going in because now she was being ripped one way and then another. Now his flaccid balls were slapping up against her as a symbolic gesture of a whipping, a punishment for her sins. He was punishing her for her cold indifference to his manly needs. She knew she was his now and she would never resist him again. He would not need the handcuffs and ropes the next time. She had learned her lesson. She was being rammed and ripped by his big cock, which was hot now and hammering rapidly and she was being whipped symbolically by his balls and scrotum in slapping sounds that even stung as they smacked against her soft cunt lips.
The pain shot all through her and even reached her throat. She was being thoroughly taken and she knew it. He knew it too and was turned on by his conquest, rock hard and driven to added fury as he whipped his hard, hot cock back and forth in her cunt cruelly. Her ass-hole burned from the rubbing of his body hair up close to her spread cheeks. She was a thoroughly used and taken piece of property now as he hammered back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her tortured young cunt.
She felt the thrust of his manhood even up to her throat and she tasted her shame and degradation and knew he was her master. Her whole body rocked back and forth from the pounding he was giving her. She could do nothing but take it, the steel cutting at her wrists, the ropes at her ankles biting and burning, the skirt keeping her in a world of darkness and stale air. And her ass and cunt shamefully exposed for his pleasure.
Even the hard desk top hurt her. Her position across it was painful and cruel and it made the handcuffs cut even more into her soft skin. And all the time the big, stiff, hard, hot, demanding cock raped her tender, bleeding young cunt. She cried and moaned and now she moaned because she knew it pleased him and she wanted to please her master. She was completely taken, completely his, completely his property.
The hard tool did its work. In and out, back and forth! She felt it hardening now and she knew he was about to come inside her. He pumped furiously now, faster than before and he was really hard now and then she heard him moan slightly and she felt an explosion of hot juices inside her and she felt his warmth spread and coat her womb and she knew he had just placed his brand inside of her. He rocked and continued to beat and she knew her body would carry the marks at her wrists and ankles for days, her cunt, her guts would carry his brand forever. For her cunt was "broken-in" now. Taken. Used. Even owned and branded by the distinct mark of a distinct man. She would never forget him. Her body never would forget him.
When he untied her legs, she remained there, spread for him. When he freed her completely, she remained naked and spread across his desk top. He gave her a token smack with the back of his hand across her bare ass and ordered her to get up and get dressed. Only then did she respond. She stood and wiped the tears away with the back of her bleeding hands and she made herself stop crying. She dressed slowly and she knew he watched her as she dressed. She didn't care. She finished dressing and stood then facing the door without turning to look back at him. She did not move, she only stood and waited for him to speak. She began to hate him then, no longer under his domination.
She hated what he had done to her, but still she waited for further instructions from him. When he gave her none, she slowly walked to her desk and got her coat and left. Just like that. She knew she should have called the cops on him. But what good would that do? Would that change anything? Would that make her spirit whole again? He would only say that she was a willing participant and that she was kinky and liked to be bound and abused and where were the whip marks or any other stuff if he really wanted to be cruel? He would drag her in and out of the courts and she would never get the police job and she would never get another job anywhere in the state. Not in a serious capacity anyway.
She would always have to "please" her boss or get fired. She could just hear him saying: But I hired you because I heard you were a fun girl.
Yes, she would find that everywhere. Plus the wide publicity of being the only female police applicant, the first female applicant and the sensationalism of the whole incident. No. None of that would do for her. Mr. Fairfax knew that too. So, she said nothing to no one. She would never have returned to the office after that even if she hadn't found the letter in her mail box that evening when she returned home. It said she had been accepted for the police job and could begin at any time convenient for her. Well, a week's rest was in order first. Just to let the marks of her bondage fade enough to be unrecognizable and then she would begin her new career, her new life.
So, now she was a policewoman. Now she thought she was beyond sexual exploitation. Well, she wasn't, that was for sure. She was still being used for her sexuality, for her body, for her beautiful looks. Yes, she knew she was beautiful. How could she forget with every boss she ever had trying to make her give in or get out. She had no doubt she had something the pigs wanted and found desirable.
Would she accept the decoy assignment? Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir, anything you say, sir. She knew the score by now. She knew what she was good for by now. Yes, it was accept it or face disciplinary charges. She had felt her boss's discipline before. It was very unnecessary. She would obey. She would yield to their wishes.
Now she had to face up to her assignment. She had to enroll in the university and think about the best places for an abduction and be there, in those places at the best possible times for an abduction. She had to be a tease, but not a whore. She had to act like the other four had acted. Maybe even take the same courses in law and preparatory law.
She had to make a conscious effort to get kidnapped and pray that the men who hadn't been able to stop this madman up until now, suddenly, by some miracle, are able to save her before she too disappears forever like the others.
It all sounded horrible to her. She wanted no part of it. But now "that she was to be a part of it she knew she would go all out to do the best job she knew how to do. She had always been a good cop, always did as she was told, never gave anyone trouble. Why didn't that satisfy them?
Oh, well. Best to not think about that. Best to simply concentrate on getting kidnapped by the madman. Oh, God!