Chapter 8

Debbie walked from the theatre enjoying the night. The streets were deserted because of the rape scare in the area, but Debbie didn't mind being alone after dark. It made her feel special, almost as if she were exploring some uncharted territory.

Not ready to go home yet, she swung past the park. She decided to cut across it, forgetting about the warnings the police were always issuing about unescorted females braving the expanse of unlighted public land.

The park had a reputation as a haven for teenage lovers, but there were no cars parked there on this night, the rape alert having aroused caution in almost everyone but Debbie. She strolled along a grassy path, getting farther and farther away from the lights of the business district.

"What's that?" Debbie suddenly stopped and whispered to herself as twigs snapped nearby.

She just had time to realize that she was not alone in the park and step behind a tree when someone came bursting through the brush. The person was gasping for breath, apparently trying to run, but slowed down by vines and foliage.

It was a young woman, Debbie saw from her hiding place. A young woman with her clothes torn and scratches disfiguring her high-boned face. She looked as though the only thing preventing her immediate collapse was stark fear.

Debbie had the humanitarian urge to reveal her presence and come to the frightened girl's assistance. But even stronger was her curiosity. So Debbie remained hidden, waiting to see what was going on.

The fleeing girl tripped and pitched forward, sprawling face-down on the ground, sobbing. Her skirt had settled around her hips, not nearly low enough to cover her shapely ass. The girl was wearing panties, but only part of a pair--the bottom portion had been ripped away, exposing her pussy.

Then, suddenly, noise came from the same direction that had yielded the frightened girl. But it was much rougher sounding--masculine sounding. The determined sound of a man in pursuit.

"Someone's chasing her," Debbie whispered to herself as she watched and listened.

The muscular figure of a black-clad male thrashed through a thicket. His face was a hideous blur, at first glance appearing scarred. Then Debbie realized that he had a nylon stocking pulled over his head.

All of a sudden Debbie knew exactly what was going on.

"The Ridgecrest Rapist," she muttered to herself.

She made no attempt to show herself. However, fear was not the reason for her reluctance. Instead H was a voyeur's instinct that rooted Debbie where she was. She quite simply wanted to watch a rape in progress.

As Debbie looked on with interest, the pursuer caught up with his victim. He was a rough one. Grabbing the girl's long blonde hair, he jerked her up from the grass and snapped her around so she was forcibly kneeling before him.

"Now let's pick up where we left off--before you took it in your pretty little head you could get away from me," the rapist snarled, his voice distorted by the stocking over his mouth.

"No, no . . . please don't make me do it," the girl pleaded.

Her face was slapped. Once--twice.

"Suck my cock!" the attacker commanded. "If you want to live, you don't have any other choice. You do want to live, don't your bitch?"

"Y-yes," the victim stammered through her desperate tears. "I've got a husband and a baby at home."

"If you ever want to see them again, then you'd better get busy sucking my prick," the rapist sadistically laughed, thrusting his bulging crotch toward the girl's face.

"Okay . . . all right," the girl gave in, "I'll do what you say."

"Tell me out loud!" the rapist demanded. "I want to hear you say it!"

"Yes," the girl whimpered, "I'll suck . . . suck your c-cock."

"That's better. Now do it, bitch."

With trembling fingers, the fear-struck girl clumsily unzipped her assailant's fly.

"Dig it out," rapist growled. "Pull out my cock so you can stick it in your mouth."

The girl reached inside her attacker's pants, cringing when she first touched his prick, and looking away as she pulled the throbbing column of meat out onto the open.

"You're not going to get any sucking done that way, bitch," the rapist sneered, twisting his victim's face back toward his hard-on.

"I-I can't do this," the girl wept. "I thought I could . . . b-but I can't."

"Then you die," the rapist laid it on the line. "My hands are strong. Just wait until you feel them around your throat--squeezing. When there's no more air, you'll feel like your lungs are gong to burst. But before they do, heh, heh, heh, you'll already be dead. Dig it, bitch? Your husband'll be looking for a new wife and your baby will grow up with a stepmother. You'll just be a fading snapshot in some crummy family album."

"You bastard!" the girl shrieked with a sudden burst of reckless protest. "How can a person like you exist? How did you get this way?"

She had unwittingly played right into her assailant's plans. Gasping with uncontrollable outrage, her open mouth was the perfect target for the rapist's big cock. He shoved it right in, his distorted voice crackling with obscene laughter.

"Eat it, baby, eat it," he commanded. "Every inch. All the way to my balls."

The victim had no choice. She was forced to swallow her attacker's hard-on to its root. She could do nothing else. He was fucking her in the mouth now.

As she looked on from behind the safety of her tree, Debbie became aroused. She had never watched two other people have sex before. It was a new kind of turn-on for her, and Debbie was the kind of woman who could not resist anything, no matter how bizarre, that made her horny.

"Fuck her, fuck her in the mouth with your big cock," Debbie mentally spurred the rapist on, her lips silently mouthing the encouragement. "Down deep, she wants it. She has to, if she's a woman."

As if he had actually heard Debbie, the rapist snarled at his victim, "You're not fooling me, bitch. You dig sucking my cock. It's nice and warm and big and salty. Perfect for your mouth. Already you're thinking about my cum. What'U it taste like? How hot will it be? Will you be able to swallow it all?"

"Oh, yes, stud," Debbie whispered under her breath, halfway fantasizing that she was actually speaking to the rapist. "Make her like it."

Now the rapist rocked forward, surging forward so that his cock sucking victim was crushed to the ground. Now he was driving his dick straight down into her throat, using her mouth like a pussy--not just fucking it but actually raping it.

The victim writhed from the oral onslaught, her body twisting on the ground, her legs thrashing. Debbie caught a glimpse of her cunt when a shaft of moonlight hit the girl's uncovered crotch. The victim was a natural blonde, the hair on her pussy as yellow as that on her head. It was a beautiful twat.

In the meantime Debbie's own cunt had been completely activated by the excitement. Long past merely damp, it was sopping with pussy juice. And constantly spasming. No one had laid a finger on Debbie but she was as turned-on as she had ever been in her life.

Now, back at the source of the action, the rapist was getting brutally serious about fucking his victim's mouth. It was apparent he was on the verge of coming, as his ass bobbed in the air and his crotch repeatedly bucked.

"Gonna shoot my hot jizz down your throat, bitch," the attacker made it official. "And you'd better swallow every goddamn drop of cum if you know what's good for you. I like my women thirsty."

Then with a savage thrust, he stuffed his cock one final time down his victim's throat and let go.

"Mmmmm, he's coming in her mouth now," Debbie observed to herself as she intently listened. "Wonder what'll happen to her if she doesn't suck it all down."

That was one question to which Debbie wouldn't get an answer. For the rapist wasn't about to let a drop of his jizz escape from his victim's mouth. His prick was a battering ram, forcing its fluid down the girl's throat.

The rapist's victim had no alternative but to gulp down her attacker's jism. She gagged. She snorted.

But under the circumstances, the cum had nowhere to go but straight to her belly. The girl could not avoid drinking every bit of her tormentor's cum.

"Okay, bitch, you had your fill," the rapist mumbled in that stocking-muffled voice of his. "Time to move on. See what else you can do for my cock."

He yanked his prick from the girl's mouth. Although its head dripped with the cum it had just spent, the rapist's cock remained rock-hard.

"Better get those damn clothes off you first," the rapist said. "Check out your body. See what you've really got to offer a man."

Grabbing fistfuls of his victim's tattered apparel, the attacker ripped away her clothing and she was naked. Her small but perfect tits were covered with goose pimples. Down below, at the golden triangle of her cunt, her yellow pussy hairs bristled.

"She's beautiful," Debbie murmured from behind her tree, ogling the naked girl. "So beautiful she almost deserves to be raped."

The actual rapist could not have agreed more. He rubbed his hot hands all over his victim's slim but shapely body, wheezing hoarsely. His cock twitched, obviously ready to get back into action.

"I like you, Baby, I really do," the rapist rasped. "I wouldn't be doing this to you unless I knew that I was really doing you a favor."

The girl's face screwed up with a repulsion she could not control. Angry words were going to spew out in a careless burst. She would be asking for it.

"You pig!" she literally spat in the face of her hated foe. "I wouldn't think of making it with you if you had the last cock on earth!"

"Uh-ho, you shouldn't have said that," the rapist chuckled. "Not that I'm sorry you did. Because it gives me a chance to punish you."

"Go ahead, I can't stop you!" the girl screamed. "Get your kicks any way you can, you stinking pervert!"

"Oh, I will, I will. That's my style, bitch."

"Hit her, hit her," Debbie whispered with anticipation as she spied. "Teach her a lesson."

The rapist lashed out with a vengeance. A storm of ringing slaps turned his victim's face into a network of red welts.

Debbie dug the cruelty. Watching a man brutalize a woman turned her on as much as anything she had ever witnessed. And if she had intended to calm herself down by fingering her twat, she had miscalculated. Quickly she was finger fucking her cunt, and the pussy juice was leaking down the insides of her thighs.

In the meantime, the rapist was zeroing in on the main order of business. Grabbing the girl's knees, he pried her legs apart until her thighs were stretched taut. Her blonde cunt was wide-open now.

"Gonna give it to you now, bitch. Exactly what you've been waiting for," the rapist hissed. "My big cock straight up your pussy. You know you want it, so why don't you just beg me for it?"

The girl cringed at the suggestion she should plead for her own-rape. But if she didn't go along .'. .

"I'll beat you black and blue," the rapist threatened, then promised: "And believe me, I'll enjoy it, bitch, almost as much as I'll enjoy it when I finally get around to fucking you anyway. What's it gonna be, cunt?"

"Okay . . . you win," the girl gulped. "Please don't hit me again."

"Then start begging. Tell me how bad you want my big cock in your tight cunt, blondie."

The girl looked like she was going to vomit. Yet somehow she got the words out.

"P-please fuck me," she stammered. "I-I want you to fuck me."

"Louder! Stronger!" the rapist demanded.

Then the girl was crying again. But through her sobs her voice was louder, clearer.

"Fuck me," she said. "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me."

"More, bitch!"

"Oh, GOD, FUCK ME!" the girl surprised even her tormentor as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she cracked, hysterically chanting, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

"Ahhh, that's better. Good girl," the rapist gave his approval. "You're catching on. Now, finger your cunt--peel back those sweet, pink pussy lips and invite my cock inside."

The girl did it. Touching her pussy as if it were an alien object, she spread its fleshy rims apart.

"Oh, baby, are you gonna get fucked," Debbie said under her breath in her hiding place. "That big dick'U ram in your tight, little pussy so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. Lucky, lucky girl. Just relax and enjoy it."

The rapist guided the knob of his prick into the gap of his victim's flared pussy lips. With a single thrust his cock disappeared into his victim's cunt.

"Oooooh!" the girl moaned as her twat was forcibly stuffed with stiff, thick dick.

The rapist began mauling the girl's tits. Down below his hips were rocking, whamming his cock into his victim's captured pussy. So violent was the action that the victim could not remain still. Swept up in erotic fury, her trim ass squirmed and her legs rose up, instinctively clutching the man on top of her around his waist.

"That's it, fuck him back," the eavesdropping Debbie silently urged the writhing rape victim. "Let him know you can fuck back as good as he can give and you'll come out of this smelling like a rose."

Meanwhile, to keep her loins buzzing with the warm tingle to which she was addicted, Debbie continued to finger fuck her own cunt. Her probes were deep and clawing. Most stimulating of all was the fat part of her thumb pressing against her agitated clit. Debbie came, and had to sink her teeth into the bark of the tree to stifle a sensual outcry that would have tipped off her presence. She kept fingering her cunt, though, and continued to watch the rape in progress. She couldn't have been much hotter had she been the one actually getting fucked.

"Your pussy's as tight as any I've ever balled," the rapist told his victim. "Your husband ever tell you that, or is his cock so puny he doesn't notice the difference?"

"Leave him out of this," the victim whimpered.

But the rapist persisted. "What about the night you and your husband made that baby of yours you were telling me about? Did he tell you that night how tight your pussy was? How big his cock felt in your cunt?"

"Please don't go on with this," the girl whined. "What difference does it make about my husband and me? You're the one who's fucking me now. Isn't that enough for you?"

For once the rapist gave in, sighing, "You got a point, baby. And now that you've made it, let's can the chatter. If you keep talking, you won't be able to concentrate on coming."

He laughed with sadistic confidence.

"And you better believe that you're gonna come, cunt. I'll see to that."

"Let yourself go, honey," Debbie breathed her encouragement from behind the tree. "There's nothing for you to lose. Go ahead and come. It'll feel so good."

The rapist drove increased the brutality of his fucking. He seized his victim's asscheeks, slamming her crotch against his as he lifted her butt off the ground.

"Come! Come, you bitch!" the rapist barked.

He got to his feet, drawing his victim's legs up as his cock continued to savage her cunt. He pulled the girl along the grass as he balled her. Her arms were flopping behind her, her long blonde hair spread out in her wake. She grimaced with every cock-thrust.

"Give it to her--fuck her as hard as you can," Debbie whispered while she looked on. "Make her come. She can't fight it for long--she's a woman."

"I can't come!" the victim wailed.

"You have to!" the rapist snapped, stabbing his hard-on to the core of his victim's fuck-hole.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"N-no . . .no." The girl's voice was getting weaker.

"YES! COME!"

The girl started to refuse again. But something profound occurred before she could speak. A gust of breath turned into a long, throaty sigh, and all of a sudden she was moaning.

"Let it all hang out, baby," the rapist responded. "Just let it happen. Come! Come!"

"Can't help myself," the girl choked, talking to herself more than to her cock-thrusting attacker. "Can't hold it in. Got to let go. Oooooh, God forgive me."

And then, uncontrollably, she climaxed. Suddenly it was as though there were glowing coals in her eye sockets and the devil had control of her tongue.

"Sweet fucking Jesus!" the girl howled, her voice completely different as orgasm captured her. "Coming so much! Never come this much before!

My cunt is on fire!"

"And you dig it. God, how you dig it more than anything else," the rapist poured it on. "Tell me about it, bitch!"

"Don't stop fucking me!" the girl screamed, totally hysterical. "Jam your big cock in my cunt! Don't make it stop happening!"

"Mmm, she's in the groove," Debbie murmured from afar. "She'll never be able to look at her husband the same way after this."

"It's never happened like this for me before," the girl groaned, thrashing her hips to maximize the movement of the rapist's driving cock in her cunt. "Can't get enough. Ooooh, fuck me with your big, strong prick!"

"Ahhh, greedy, just the way I like my women," the rapist snorted. "Seems to me, baby, you've passed the test. Guess you've earned a reward."

"Anything you want to do to me!" the girl screamed.

"My cock's ready to blow," the rapist announced. "Gonna come in your cunt. Ready for my jizz, baby?"

"Shoot it into me!" the girl screamed, no longer a victim but a slave of fucking. "Fill my pussy with your hot cum! I want it so bad! Need it!"

"Then you got it!" the rapist cried. "My cum in your cunt!"

Their crotches pushed against one another as the rapist's cock screwed its every inch into the girl's fuck-hole.

"Aaaah, here it comes," the rapist groaned. As his cock spurted in her cunt, the girl's hand came up between his legs and stroked his churning nuts, coaxing an extra amount of jizz from them.

"More! More cum!" the girl squealed as her twat was swamped with spurting male cream. She was kneading the rapist's balls, desperate for all the jism she could get in her thirsty pussy.

"Shit, you're a horny one all right--knew it all along," the rapist puffed as his prick discharged. "When it comes down to it, you can't get enough,"

"I'm just a woman!" the girl shouted, continuing her multiple climaxes.

"And I'm a man," the rapist answered. "Maybe you can come forever, but I've shot my wad."

"No more fucking?" the girl asked, her voice etched with disappointment.

"One fuck to a customer," the rapist bumpily laughed, his breathing still heavy after his violent orgasm. "Got to spread the joy around. There's a whole city full of women like you out there waiting for this to happen to them."

"No, no, don't leave," the girl pleaded. "Fuck me again! You can do it in my ass!"

She pulled away from the rapist, taking his drained cock out of her cunt so she could position her ass for a butt-fuck. She slumped to the grass, rolled over and rose onto her knees, spreading the pink globes of her rump, flashing her asshole.

She begged, "Stick your big cock up my ass! Give me your dick where it hurts the most!"

Maybe the rapist would have cooperated. His prick certainly remained stiff enough for a deep butt-fuck. But he was suddenly distracted.

A police siren started from the east, then peaked as a patrol car raced along the street bordering the far perimeter of the park. Probably it was just a cop chasing a speeder, but a rapist who looked forward to practicing his craft could not take that chance. He had to run.

And so he did.

"Got to split," he told the girl with the wide-open ass. Then he was gone, tripping through the underbrush as he hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants.

It was all over. The girl slumped to the ground, sobbing Vith recognition at her total degradation. Once again she was a victim, but this time a victim of her own lust.

As for Debbie, the spectator, she drifted away from the scene, embarrassed for the sobbing girl. It was an ending that left nobody satisfied.

Deciding to go home, Debbie left the park. At its edge she saw a man running, and assumed it was the rapist. But she quickly realized it was somebody else. He was short and wiry, wearing a trenchcoat that flapped as he sprinted. A camera flew behind him on its strap and the hat he wore bounced on his head.

On a hunch, Debbie returned to the scene of the rape, circling the clearing where it had happened. The victim was gone. However there was evidence of another presence that stole Debbie's breath away.

At the rape site, opposite from where Debbie had been hiding, there were fresh cigarette butts. Unfiltered Luckies. And discarded tabs from a Polaroid camera.

Somebody else had been watching too, taking pictures. •

"Why? Who?" Debbie muttered as she surveyed the evidence.

Her questions were not what really nagged at her mind, though. It was her sense that they would somehow be answered, and very soon. She had the eerie feeling that she was a lot more involved in the rape she had just witnessed than she had previously suspected.

"No, it's crazy. I'm thinking crazy," she told herself, but was unconvinced.

In the meantime she'd just have to wait until the puzzle revealed its missing pieces. Anxiety had lodged in Debbie's brain like a rising fever. What could she do? Go home . . . sleep . . .

Maybe in the morning she would feel different . . .