Chapter 5
Lovers Lane Scavengers
On the night of July 6, 1970 when the brightness of the moon seemed to be hidden behind a cloud, pert and attractive Patty Carter, a girl with beautiful soft blue eyes and a wide smile thought the most important moment of her life was close at hand. Patty sat quietly beside her tall and handsome boyfriend, Raymond Asbury, aged 26, who had just been appointed regional manager of his insurance firm.
It had been a night of festive celebration for both youngsters. Ray had taken her to dinner. Then they had gone dancing. Ray and Patty had drank a little too much. Ray had promised a 'big surprise' when he phoned her. Patty thought for sure Ray would ask her for her hand in marriage and place an engagement ring on her finger that night. That was one reason she sat so quietly, in awesome anticipation of the event.
"Why are you so quiet — honey?" Ray questioned. He rubbed a hand through his own reddish-blond hair.
"I feel in a solemn mood tonight..." Patty whispered, noticing how dark and threatening it looked with the moon hidden behind thick clouds.
"Let's detour through Lover's Lane . . ." Ray suggested, feeling the thing that lay silently between his legs suddenly coming to life.
"Just for a few minutes ..." Patty agreed. I've got to be up early for work tomorrow. Our accounts are being audited. I have a lot of over-time work to do!"
Silently Ray spun the small two door coupe off the main highway towards a well-known patch of woods through which a narrow hard surfaced road ran alongside a fire trail that shot upward over the side of the mountain. On the other side of the road a creek ran, always fresh and bubbling with fragrant clear water.
Ray felt the overwhelming temptations of his manly flesh as he wheeled the lightweight car into a small clearing some twenty yards from the creek. Ray fingered the expensive diamond engagement ring in his pocket. He was glad he had been able to afford a handsome set of rings for his bride-to-be. As Ray felt the insistent jab of his penis against his trousers he knew he could not wait much longer for the promise that was his. Ray was thankful Patty was a virgin. However he found her relentless attempts to remain chaste until her wedding night sometimes overwhelmingly painful.
Ray slid beside Patty in the front seat. Ray was cautious about approaching her, realizing the romantic setting and the creation of an intimate mood would lower her resistance quicker than a hasty attack.
Patty placed her small fingers against Ray's thigh. She loved it when Ray held her in his arms and kissed her ever so gently, silently nudging his tongue between her soft lips. It made goose-pimples spring up all over her flesh. As Ray mashed his lips against hers Patty felt herself returning the eager embrace.
"Honey ... I want ... to . . . ask . . . you . . . something ..." Ray whispered, moving his hand in his pocket toward the tiny ring box. "Darling . . . will . . . you . . . marry . . . me . . . soon? ..."
"Oh . . . Ray! ..." Patty exclaimed, embracing the man she loved with all of the fervor she could muster. "You know I will! That's why I've tried to control myself. I want to be pure for you on our wedding night!"
"Honey — if you want to . . ." Ray whispered, stroking Patty's firm thighs, "we — er — we could ..."
"Not until we're married! . . ." Patty sighed, pressing her fingers against his fiery lips. "I love you too much to do it any other way!"
"If you say so . . ." Ray blushed. "But let's make it soon. I can't wait much longer."
Their kiss of consent was so long and passionate that neither Ray nor Patty heard the sound of something thrashing through the bushes just outside their car. Ray was embracing Patty. His stiff cock rubbed against the front of Patty's dress as he attempted to shove down the bulging erection that became so bothersome each time they embraced.
Ray did not hear the turn of the door handle until it was too late. Patty jumped back as if someone had aimed a searchlight at her. Both youngsters were too astonished and surprised to say anything as they glared down the long shining end of a shotgun barrel.
"Hi. . . kids! ..." a ragged, black haired youth grinned through broken teeth. "Shouldn't you be at home in bed? I mean, isn't it a bit late to be out making woo in a dark lovers lane?"
"What do you want?" Ray questioned. His pale face turned red with anger.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," the youth sniggered. He reached out to grab the keys from the ignition. "Don't you think it's kind of dangerous to be out in a place like this after dark? I mean, aren't you afraid some boogie man might get you?"
Ray turned suddenly when he heard three motorcycles speed in behind them. One youth in a black leather jacket brought his chopper to a sliding stop next to the door. He jerked it open.
"Hey — some pretty white thighs for ton huh?" the youth quipped. "My heavens, Ollie, what nice muff you've found for us. And so conveniently located. Why — no one will ever hear you scream near this old abandoned fire trail. You picked just the right spot to accommodate us."
"Please ..." Ray interrupted, "won't you let us go home? If it's money you're after — take my wallet."
"One thing at a time! . . ." the leather clad youth shouted. "First — what's in that tiny box on the dash board?"
The youth nudged the gun towards the box.
"Patty and I just became engaged ..." Ray answered, displaying fear for their lives. "We haven't done anything to you guys. Won't you please leave us alone?"
"What a damn stupid question. Give us those rings!" the older youth hissed through sensual lips. "What do you think we're doing out here? Spotting deer? We're four horny hoods who need a little sex action — baby. We figured the best place to pick up some hot dame was at a secluded Lovers Lane. Welcome to our group. I'm Moose!"
"And I'm Carl," the sandy haired youth gasped. Carl automatically moved his hand to the small caliber gun in his holster.
"I'm Mark ..." a pock-marked youth smiled from under thick bushy brown hair. "We're out to have some clean honest fun. We'll let you go when we get done with you. Don't sweat it — man!"
Ollie jerked the car door open. Ollie pulled Patty by her arm from the front seat. Patty tried to resist Ollie's grip. Patty mashed her fist against his cruel "No . . . NOOOOOO!" Patty screamed. "Leave me alone — please!"
Ray sprang from the front seat. Ray grappled with a tall muscular youth. He shoved Moose from his cycle. Both youths fell to the ground. They fought in the leaves. Patty fought with the black haired Ollie. She ripped her sharp fingernails down his cheek. Patty heard Ray scream out in pain. Carl and Mark rushed to Moose's assistance. Patty heard the angry sounds of pummeling fists. Patty watched three youths carry Ray spread-legged from the side of the road. Patty saw an angry gush of blood pouring down Ray's chin.
"Oh — you beasts!" Patty screamed. She tore at Ollie. "You've hurt him!"
Moose and Carl jerked Ray to his feet. They forced Ray up against a tall pine tree. Moose reached down to untie the rawhide strings from his lace-up leather boots. Moose wrapped the rawhide strings around Ray's hands. He secured them firmly behind the tree.
Patty was terrified as Ollie pushed his full sensual lips against hers. Ollie tore at Patty's clothing. He pulled her skirt from her body. Ray lay with his head against his chest, shaking it as if to regain consciousness.
By the time Ray regained his senses Ollie had Patty down in the grass. He and Moose tore her panties from her body while Carl unfastened her bra.
"Cute little thing — isn't she?" Moose laughed. "She looks so damn innocent. God — only a virgin would fight with such fury!"
"She is a virgin!" Ray spat, angrily. "Won't you leave her alone? What kind of beasts are you to scare a clean girl half to death?"
"Just want to teach the little lady the facts of life," Moose sniggered, looping his fingers through the leather belt. "Seems you've had enough chances. I doubt you're man enough to really take care of her! Maybe you're just one of those sissy guys who tries to cover up for his lack of potency!"
"You're a liar!" Ray screamed. "A gawd damned liar!"
All of a sudden Moose and Carl moved towards Ray. They had wide grins on their faces. Moose pushed Ray's head back against the tree.
"What kind of guy are you — baby?" Moose taunted, suddenly pressing his cruel lips against Ray's soft mouth. "Do you like the way a guy kisses you — huh?"
Mark and Ollie laughed while undressing Patty. Moose jammed his thick tongue half-way down Ray's throat. Ray fought but there was little he could do to prevent the attack.
"Let me unzip it — baby!" Carl laughed. "Maybe you'd like for me to suck it for you!"
Carl unzipped Ray's frightened penis. Moose held him. Carl pulled the limp object out. He jeered at it in front of everyone. In the darkness Patty could glimpse Carl holding out his open switch-blade underneath Ray's limp member.
"Baby — ask me to suck it!" Carl laughed. "Or else — I'll cut the damn thing off. Come on — honey. Ask me to fellate your nice soft prick. I can make it hard. Just beg me!"
Ray almost fainted as he felt the cold pressure of the hard steel against his bloodless penis. Ray was terrified that the youth meant to relieve him of his manhood. Ray could not bear the thoughts of what Carl had asked him to do. Yet he knew it would be better to cooperate than perhaps be maimed for life.
"No ..." Ray gasped, feeling his testicles practically withdraw into his body. "Go ahead — suck me! Oh . . . suck me. But — please — gawd — leave my manhood alone!"
"You ain't got no manhood — pussy boy!" Carl tittered. "No man would allow some guy to blow him. Maybe I can even make you like it!"
Carl stooped down on his knees in the thick pile of leaves. Carl held out the lifeless penis. Carl's rough angry lips circled the penis. Carl's tongue circled the corona. His lips moved down over the shaft. Carl began moving his cheeks in and out. His tongue touched the tiny piss-hole. He sucked hard.
"Oh — Noooo!" Ray groaned. "You're hurting me!" Ray screamed as he felt tenacious teeth biting into his tender flesh.
"Enjoy it — baby!, Carl laughed. "It won't hurt much!"
The three remaining motorcycle youths laughed as Carl swallowed the shaft of the penis. It began to grow in Carl's mouth in spite of Ray's terror. Ray closed his eyes as the youth performed a profane and perverse act upon him. Ray groaned as he felt his seed preparing to spew from deep inside his body.
Carl lifted Ray's thin tee shirt. Carl pushed the penis upward as it spewed. The hot creamy liquid shot all over Ray's firm abdomen. Ray looked utterly humiliated.
"Now for your lady friend," Moose jeered. "Since you say Patty's such a shy virgin maybe it would be interesting to suck her long enough to break her cherry. I love sucking a virgin cunt! I hope you don't mind. But I just can't resist such a lust temptation of the flesh."
"Gawd - NOOOOO!" Ray screamed. "Leave her alone!!"
Carl lifted Ray's deflated penis.' Carl pressed the cold hard steel of his knife against the sagging member.
Moose pushed Mark aside from above Patty's body. Mark had been intimately fondling Patty's soft breasts. Mark had sucked those soft pliable nipples to a stiff erection. Mark resented Moose's sudden take over.
"Blast off - buddy! ..." Moose growled. "The big SUCKER is on the scene now! To relieve a chaste virgin of her hymen! My tongue's long enough to unburden even the most resisting cherub of her pubic treasure!"
Moose stared at the cunt. He made a profane gesture of bowing towards it as if in worship.
"Oh — holy pudenda!" Moose laughed. "You are about to yield to a MAN! Prepare yourself for the onslaught of my tongue!"
Patty tried to scream and fight as Moose moved his filthy lips over her pubic mound. Patty saw Ray staring at her with a helpless kind of fury. Patty covered her eyes with the back of her hand as fleshy thighs.
"Ohoo — noooooo!" Patty gasped. "Oh nooooo!"
"Oh - YES - baby!!" Moose jeered. "Oh -YES!"
Patty was speechless as Moose moved his lips over her ripe clitoral bud. Patty recalled she had masturbated quite often after her heavy dates with Ray. She had known for a long while that her clitoris was much more sensitive and responsive than her almost nerveless vagina.
The way Moose was moving his lips over her clitoris, orally masturbating it with his sizzling tongue, was driving Patty nearly out of her mind. Patty fought the sharp waves of sensual pleasure that overwhelmed her. Moose kept flicking his stiff tongue back and forth over her nodular bud until it swelled and stood out like a miniature penis. Patty could feel the cream pouring out from inside her. Patty waited for the tongue to be shot into her vagina.
"You're HOT enough now — baby!" Moose grinned, lapping her bartholin secretions. "Now to relieve you of your cherry!"
Patty felt the sharp oral spear thrust deep inside her. Patty stiffened to the hard jab of Moose's tongue. She felt the mouth of her captor move over her genitals. She felt lips and teeth suckin_ and biting at her labia majora. Patty felt the weird sucking sensations as Moose created a vacuum inside her. Patty felt the tongue probing deeper. The sucking noises became louder. She could feel the pressure being exerted against her hymen.
"Oh — Noooooo!" Patty screamed, rolling her eyes far back in her head. "Oh — please — leave me alone!"
Moose began copulating her vagina with his stiff tongue. It moved like a silent phallus inside of her, lusting and raping her soft virgin flesh. Patty felt the hard pull against her hymen. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before Moose actually ruptured her with his mouth.
"Owwww — it hurts! ..." Patty groaned. "Owwww — you're hurting me!"
Patty felt the tongue jab deep into her vagina. She was in dreadful pain. Patty twisted and turned as the suction continued to grow stronger and more intense.
Patty lay there, on the verge of tears, bracing herself for the terrible thing she knew was about to happen.
"Yeow ..." Patty screamed. "Owww — it hurts — nooooo!"
All of a sudden Patty felt something rupturing. Like lightning ripping through the gossamer veil of a storm cloud. Patty felt the blood pour from her soar wound. Moose moved away and watched the virgin blood pour on the cold dry leaves.
"I did it!" Moose laughed. "That's the third cherry I've broken with my mouth. Quite a record, huh? Virgins are hard to find these days, you know?"
Moose moved back to allow Ollie to approach the frightened girl that lay cringing in the leaves. Ollie unzipped himself. He brandished a frightfully huge phallus in front of the girl's terrified eyes.
"Make room for this — sugar!" Ollie grinned. "You're woman enough now to take it all!
Patty cried out as Ollie fell on top of her. Patty felt the hard thrust of his sexual member moving into her bleeding womb. Patty could not escape the rough hands that held her captive beneath the plunging penis.
Ollie began pumping into her torn flesh. Patty screamed. Patty dug her fingernails into Ollie's stiff leather jacket. Patty tried not to cry. But the pain was unbearable. Then the sharp thrusting motions began to turn to sharp waves of pleasure. Patty felt herself rising to meet that hard angry thing.
"Like it — baby?" Ollie whispered, kissing her ear lobes.
"Owwww — www!" Patty gasped, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure. "Ummmmm . . . owww ... ahhhhaaaaa . . .!"
Ollie drove his prick deep inside her. Ollie took his time to thrust the member in a deep pulsating rhythm that made the lust fires in her body spread as hot as the eternal fires of damnation. Patty could not help but meet the thrusts. Patty squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly against the prick that impaled her. She began meeting the rhythmic tempo with her own passioned mating call. Her body became soft and yielding as it whipped up and down to the furious mating dance.
"Oh-ooooo ..." Patty cried. "OH-OOOO!"
"Do it with me! . . ." Ollie cheered, covering her voluptuous lips with his own.
Their tongues clashed like two snakes in battle. Ollie sucked the fragrant tongue of the girl laying beneath him. Ollie plied Patty with further proof of his passion. Patty no longer objected. She and Ray had been drinking as they danced. Perhaps it was the slow effect of the whisky that made her relax and accept her ravishment with such eager abandon. Perhaps it was the whisky and not her desire that made her cry out and dig her fingernails into her violator's jacket. Whatever the explanation Ray was sickened by the passioned cries of Patty's pleasure.
"Oh — ooooo . . . OHOOOOO!" Patty screamed. "Oh - fuck me. Ohooooo!"
"Sock it to me — sugar!" Ollie gasped. Ollie rubbed his stubble of a beard against her soft cheeks. "Suck my cock into your womb. SUCK IT!"
Patty was overwhelmed by the wonderful thing happening to her. Patty felt her own orgasm spewing just as Ollie shot his load into her. They clung together. Patty could not hold back the scream of pleasure that overcame her.
Mark pulled Ray away from the pine tree. Mark pushed Ray down on top of his financee. Mark released Ray's bonds. Mark separated them and then told Patty to suck Ray's limp organ. Patty became frightened when Moose flashed the knife at her. Patty moved down between Ray's legs. Patty felt sickened by the look on Ray's face. Patty closed her eyes. Her fingers sought the limp penis and drew it towards her mouth. Patty began sucking and lashing her tongue back and forth over the circumcised cock as she was told to do. Patty felt the member growing hard in her mouth. Patty and Ray grasped each other's hands in a reaffirmation of their love for one another. Patty sucked Ray's cock until it poured out hot and potent fluid. Patty sucked it as proof of love for Ray.
"Now suck mine — baby!" Moose demanded. He pulled Ray to his feet. Mark escorted Ray back to the pine tree. He tied him.
"Your wife's going to make a pretty damned good cock sucker," Mark teased. "She's got very passionate lips. I hope she doesn't catch V.D. from us. We haven't been too choicy about who we've been sleeping around with lately. Nothing a good shot of penicillin won't cure — though!"
Moose stood in front of Patty. He swaggered as he held out his pulsating prick. It was all pink and hard. Patty did not move away to avoid the cock that was thrust towards her lips. Patty was frightened. She knew escape lay in cooperation. She did not want to end up mutilated in a shallow grave. Nor did she want any harm to come to Ray. Inside Patty was just as frightened as any girl could be.
Moose drove his hard sex down her throat. He almost choked Patty as he shot out his huge wad of passion juice. Patty quietly swallowed it. She hoped she did not get pregnant from the gang rape. Patty became even more frightened.
Mark passed around a bottle of booze. All of the youths drank freely. They poured some down Ray's throat. One of the youths noted that Ray was crying as he lay lashed to the pine trees. The youths laughed at his tears. Patty felt humiliated. Her heart burned with hatred. Hands moved over her body violating every inch of her flesh. Patty did not resist. She was too overcome with shame and resignation to mind what they did to her.
When Moose and Carl jammed their tools against her from the front and back at the same time Patty did not move. She lay there like a piece of dead stone. When Moose burst into her vagina and Carl pounded into her tight resistant anus, after greasing down his thin prong with vaseline, Patty did not cry even when the pain became unbearable. Patty bit her own tongue to hold back the cries of horror as both pricks shot into her body fighting for supremacy inside her tender flesh.
Moose and Carl tried to arouse her together. Patty felt some essential part of herself become deadened to the pain. Moose and Carl pumped and pummeled. They tore at her breasts in rebellion. They were discouraged to find they could not arouse her no matter how hard they pumped. Patty could not respond. She could see Ray crying. She had deadened some part of herself which knew pleasure and pain. Patty lay there, helpless, like some animal being offered up in sacrifice.
Both youths spat as they shot their wads of joy juice into her. Patty did not respond. Mark and Ollie mounted her from the front and the rear and violated her flesh. They rammed their ramrods deep. Patty did not even respond even though she knew she might have been aroused.
"I've gotten more response from a fat cow," Ollie jabbered, making fun of her cold neglect. "Maybe it's time we turned the pair of love birds loose to feather their nest. It seems we've taught them something about sex! I hope something more interesting comes this way so we can have a good gang-fuck!"
"If there's anything I hate ..." Moose jabbered, "wors'n cold coffee in the morning — it's a damn cold cunt!"
Moose ripped out his knife. He made Patty promise not to tell the police. All of the cyclists pulled back. They mounted their noisy motorcycles. They roared the motors. Moose grabbed Patty by the mouth. He planted a wet kiss on her lips.
"You turned on a while—babe!" Moose laughed. "Don't forget it. You'll make this guy a good wife. Lucky bum. And he ain't even got brains enough to lift his damn prick around you. Good luck — and good humpin!"
Patty crawled through the dry leaves on hands and knees. She watched the members of the cycle gang speed away under the protective darkness. Patty sobbed in pain. She untied the tight ropes that held Ray captive.
Ray reached down to embrace Patty. Patty buried her head in his abdomen. She ignored the presence of his stiffening penis.
"Don't worry—honey!" Ray exclaimed, kneeling beside her in the leaves. "I'm with you all the way. This doesn't change my feelings for you the least bit. If anything it's only made me love you more!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history shows how gang rapists often lurk near secluded Lover's Lanes with the intentions of waylaying an attractive couple whom they may overpower during the late hours of the night. It is quite well known to police officers that peeping-toms and other sexual deviated individuals often frequent such secluded lovers retreats in the hopes of witnessing an act of sexual union.
What is becoming more and more common is the occurrence of sexual violence inflicted on adults and adolescents who happen to frequent such secluded places. Because many adolescents may not have access to a private apartment and cannot afford a motel the only recourse they have is to go to secluded spots which become popularly known as 'Lovers Lanes'.
Such habits are often dangerous. Yet the strong passions of youth most often require release. At remote Lovers Lanes heavy petting and sometimes even sexual intercourse take place. While abandoned to lusty passions a lone boy and girl often make convenient targets for depraved murderers and rapists. Many such incidents have been reported to the police. Numerous arrests have been made.
In this case, however, Patty was so overcome with remorse that she thought it imperative to consult a psychiatrist. Patty admitted she could not bring herself to report the incident to police because of the wide publicity it might be given.
"It's bad enough that it happened ..." Patty sobbed, "without letting it become public knowledge!"
Patty is probably right. Such events are traumatic enough without being given public attention. Patty did not want to go through a court testimony at which time she might have had to relate all the gruesome events of the group 'gang bang'. Patty found the whole thing too shocking to confess to anyone but a psychiatrist.
The rapists all seemed to be violent sexual sadists who gained release through gang violence.
In SADISM, author L.T. Woodward, M.D., notes . . .
"Abnormal cruelty on the part of a human being is the sexual perversion termed sadist manifestations of which involve such things as flogging or mutilation or otherwise inflicting pain on the sexual partner. This perversion, also known as algolagnia, is a pathological condition which indicates some deep sexual maladjustments."
Most rapists are deviate individuals whose sexual impulses flow along abnormal channels. In SEX FIEND author L.T. Woodward notes . . .
"In a frighteningly large number of people, the sex impulse does not receive healthy gratification. It is channeled into other, darker pathways, far from that of honest love of man for woman, woman for man, which is its true fulfillment. It becomes a compulsive force that can transform human beings into monsters. It bursts out, uncontrollable, carrying people to destruction."
Those who have been 'gang raped' by such monsters often find they need psychiatric help. Such incidents are not quickly forgotten. However, unless such assaults are reported to police the criminals will continue to run at large and another innocent and unsuspecting couple may find themselves the unwilling victims of 'gang rape'.