Chapter 9

Ronald Kentner's face was a picture of concentration.

His jaw was firm and he could feel his heart pounding.

There were butterflies in his stomach as he drove into the driveway.

Real hot police action was rare in Scottsville.

Kentner had only fired his gun on duty once before.

And that shot was in the air when a shoplifter tried to run away from him.

But he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to need his gun in the very near future.

He reached down and fingered the handle of his .38 caliber police special.

It rested in his holster on his hip. It was loaded. He was ready.

He immediately saw that there was no car in the driveway.

There was a possibility that there was no one home.

The Simpsons might have left the upstairs light on just to make it look like there was someone home.

But Kentner's sixth sense told him that wasn't the case at all.

Then he looked up and saw the bathroom light go off.

"Let's go!" he screamed and in a flash he and Warren were out of the car.

They ran up onto the front porch and Kentner flung the screen door open.

His hand went to the gold knob on the inside door but it was locked.

"Stand back," he said to his partner and gave the door a boot.

It flung open and the two men charged into the dark living room.

They had their guns drawn, and their senses were sensitive to any sound.

At that moment Molly was dragging the exhausted Stephanie back into the bedroom.

MacIntyre was sharpening a knife he was going to use to slice the little girls up.

He heard the sound downstairs of the door being kicked in.

His eyes went wide, and his heart was filled with panicky fear.

He went to the leather bag and pulled out his own handgun.

It was a snub-nosed .38, much like the pieces the cops carried.

He forgot about the girls and charged into the hallway.

The cops heard the sound upstairs and moved to the base of the stairs.

MacIntyre Symms charged to the top of the stairs and all three men fired.

There was a horrible scream of pain, followed by a thump.

But there was no more shooting, and the howls of pain broke the silence.

Stephanie felt a twinge of hope pierce her despair filled mind.

Molly still had ahold of her, but the blonde woman looked scared shitless.

Ronald Kentner found the living room light switch and turned it on.

His partner behind him they walked slowly to the top of the stairs.

They didn't know that the only armed person was already down.

When they got to the top of the stairs they saw MacIntyre Symms curled up in a ball on the floor.

His gun had fallen from his grip and he was still screaming in pain.

They could see a growing pool of blood beneath him, staining the rug.

Jay Warren placed the toe of his shoe under MacIntyre's body.

With his foot he flipped the evil sadist over on his back.

It was then that the two cops saw where the man had been wounded.

They could see that the blood was coming from his groin.

Although blood obscured the details, MacIntyre's prick had been severed and his scrotum was no more than a blood filled sack.

A single bullet had done all of the damage to his manhood.

"DONT SHOOT! DONT SHOOT!" they heard coming from down the hall.

Molly let go of Stephanie who collapsed to the floor.

She looked to her side and saw that Sarah was still bound naked to the straight-backed desk chair.

Stephanie was relieved beyond words that Sarah was still alive.

They made eye contact and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity there were twinkles in their eyes.

Molly charged out into the hall with her arms over her head.

Three more cop cars, two from the county, and a state trooper pulled up in front of the house at that point.

But all of the action was over. Molly was handcuffed and led into the backseat of a waiting car.

No one was in a big hurry to aid the injured MacIntyre Symms.

But eventually an ambulance was called and he was taken away on a stretcher.

Reporters showed up and started to take pictures of the man as he was put in the waiting ambulance.

He had lost consciousness, the pain from his severed cock being too much to bear.

Ronald Kentner took the gags out of the girls' mouth and released Sarah from the chair.

He called for a lady officer to come from the county and supervise the handling of the two young rape victims.

They were taken to the hospital and quickly treated for their wounds, and more importantly, for the mental stress they had undergone.

The Simpsons had arrived at their hotel in the mountains by that time and were notified that there was an emergency back home.

Needless to say, they returned to Scottsville immediately and went to the hospital to be by their daughter's side.

It was quickly determined that the girls had not suffered a great deal of permanent damage.

Sarah's wounds from the whipping would heal quickly, as well as any damage that had been done to her cunt and ass-hole.

Stephanie would always have tiny scars on her nipples from the piercing but she was assured that they would be hardly noticeable with time.

The story made splash headlines in the nearby Rochester newspapers.

It was discovered that with the capture of MacIntyre and Molly, seven brutal sex murders had been solved.

MacIntyre refused to talk in the hospital, but Molly made a complete confession and signed it.

The girls spent three days in the hospital and were given a set of appointments to keep with a specialist psychologist to be treated for the mental scars left by the horrible attack.

By the end of the summer both girls seemed to be getting along just fine.

They had terrible nightmares for awhile, but they came less and less frequently with time.

Their sexual organs healed perfectly, and though there hymens were gone forever, they were getting to the point where they were getting horny again.

Stephanie learned an important rule from her experience.

She learned that life was short, and one should not put things off.

She decided that she didn't want to be a little girl anymore.

She wanted to have sex. Real sex. Sex with a boy who would love and respect her.

She didn't even care if she had to fuck a few guys before she found the one that was right for her.

Sarah decided that she was still much too young to be thinking about things like that.

She went the other way, and figured she was in no hurry to grow up.

But Stephanie was determined to live a sexually satisfying life.

She didn't even care if she tarnished her reputation in Scottsville.

Everyone knew that she was the one that had been raped, and that did nothing for her otherwise pure reputation anyway.

So when the first day of school came around, the following fall, she was ready to quickly find herself a man.

To her delight she discovered that there was a new boy in town.

He was in her class and he was very, very handsome.

She hoped that he acted as nice as he looked and took no time in introducing herself on the very first day of school.

She learned that his name was Donny and that he had just moved into town from nearby Caledonia.

They hit it off really well, and soon discovered that they shared many of the same interests.

They liked the same music, the same movies, and had read many of the same books.

Yes, he knew that she was the one that had been raped, and no, it didn't affect the way he thought about her.

After knowing each other for only one day, both Donny and Stephanie knew they were going to be lovers.

Stephanie could feel her cunt getting all wet and slippery just thinking about her first real fuck.

There was going to be a party at Pauline's that Friday night.

Donny asked Stephanie if she would be his date, and she said yes repeatedly.

She knew that she was going to fall in love, and this made her the happiest little girl in the world.

But it was only Wednesday and she had two whole days to wait.

Time moved very slowly, and Stephanie feared the magic day would never come.