Rape Machine

by Randi Masters

  Clark wandered to the window with his glass of beer and looked out into the night. The sun was settling on the horizon ó a ball of redness settling on the roof of the nearest neighboring house as if that house were the sun's home. He studied the rows of surrounding houses and wondered what was happening in them ... how many men like himself waiting for the strange piece of tail? How many men, like the old Clark Vaughn had been, waiting to slip easily into their loving wives? The rapist, whoever he was, must surely have a warped mind ó warped to some degree, because rape was unnecessary.

  There were a multitude of women such as Norma to be found everywhere ó women who would willingly and -eagerly give themselves ... and a multitude of whores to be had for a price.

  He wandered to the sofa and settled there, waiting. He lit a cigarette and finished the beer. He finished the cigarette. He picked up a magazine and pretended to read it. Norma and Peggy were playing a game other than the game of canasta. A game of "Let's-pretend-we're-not-too-anxious." He listened to the patter of conversation between them.

  "Where are you getting all those black threes from, Peggy? Are you making them?"

  "Up my sleeve," Peggy said, and since she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, both women laughed heartily at the joke.

  Clark thought, Crap!

  "There's another mixed canasta for me," Norma said. "You're going to lose."

  "I have two natural canastas and two naturals are worth more than three mixed canastas."

  Crap! He tried to concentrate on the magazine page and thought, Why in hell do women have to play hard to get even when they're not hard to get, or pretend they're not anxious even when they are anxious? Both of them must be anxious as hell to get at the sex of the evening!

  "There," Norma said. "I'm out!"

  "You caught me with ninety points in my hand," Peggy said disgustedly.

  Crap!

  He began reading the magazine article as the girls added up their scores.

  They folded the card table and Norma placed it in the closet.

  "Want another beer, Clark?"

  "Okay."

  The two girls went into the kitchen. He could hear them whispering and he wondered if they were whispering about him. Norma returned and filled his glass, sitting on the sofa beside him. He finished reading the article and placed the magazine aside. "Who won?" he asked.

  "I did. But not by much. Peggy is a good player."

  "I'll bet Peggy's good at a lot of things." She was standing by the phonograph, looking through the stack of records.

  "How do you mean that?" Norma asked. She brought her legs up onto the sofa with her knees toward Clark, touching his leg. Her skirt was taut across her thighs and, with the wide V of her legs in that position, it would be easy for him to slide a hand beneath her skirt, between her thighs, reach her cunt. He was positive she was sitting that way because she wanted him to do exactly that. "I didn't mean anything specific," Clark explained. "I just meant that Peggy must be good at a lot of things."

  "Peggy's smart," Norma said. "She works in the IBM room at a finance corporation. She programs the IBM machines all by herself."

  "Really?"

  Peggy placed a record on the phonograph and music drifted from the speakers located around the room.

  "Peggy likes you," Norma said. "She says you're a gentleman."

  "I am. But how'd she find out?"

  "Because of last night. Because of the way you wouldn't fuck me while she was here."

  Clark burst with laughter. He fought for quick control and managed to stop before it had gone on too long although he still laughed silently. "I think Peggy's a lady," he said. This business of talking about Peggy as if she weren't there was awkward but Norma had started it.

  "Why?"

  "Because when I went into the bedroom, she covered her pussy as soon as she saw me." He managed to keep from laughing again, but it cost him a choking pain in his stomach. He remembered the line from the old Amos and Andy show, "He's a gentleman. He tips his hat as he passes the potatoes."

  "Peggy is a lady," Norma confirmed. "And shy ... terribly shy. She's only had one date with a boy. That was when she was very young and the boy tried to fuck her. It scared her so much she hasn't dated a boy since. I've been trying to tell her sex is fun!"

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  "Are you comfortable, Debbie?"

  "Yes."

  "Completely comfortable?"

  "Yes."

  "Will you tell us what happened Tuesday morning at the tennis courts?"

  "I played tennis with Judy."

  "What else happened?"

  "A man was there."

  "Did he walk to the tennis courts or did he come in a car?"

  "In a car."

  "Do you remember what kind of car?"

  "It was a Ford. I knew it was a Ford because it was just like Elmer's."

  "Did the man talk to you and Judy?"

  "Yes."

  "What did he say?"

  "He said he wished he could play tennis as good as Judy and me."

  "Anything else?"

  "He asked if we'd like to have a free TV."

  "Anything else?"

  * * *

  Dr. Frank Nash sat at the girl's side and studied her profile. She was a pretty girl with that combination of pixy nose and full lips that reminded him so much of his own daughter. The nurse, Nadine Murphy, sat behind the girl. The double doors to the room had both been locked on the inside and he had folded the shutters across the high window. The mechanical kaleidoscope on the table before the girl supplied the only light in the room and it was a swirling, hypnotic light. Although he had not received a sodium pentothal injection as the girl had, or been subjected to the series of shock treatments as the girl had, he still felt partially lulled and almost hypnotized whenever he glanced at the kaleidoscope.

  It had taken days to reach this stage with the girl, days of probing into her mind, probing deeper and deeper, with tremendous resistance all the way but still not quite as hard as digging into the worst of the schizophrenic minds. He glanced at the tape recorder. It had stopped when the girl's voice stopped and would start again when he or the girl spoke again. The girl had been silent a long time and he knew it was because they were passing through harder and harder layers. They might not get the girl to admit she'd been raped. This might be the end of it right now, with the girl admitting a man had been at the tennis courts.

  "What did the man do, Debbie? You can tell us. You want to tell us."

  "He showed us the TV."

  "What did he say then?"

  "He said we couldn't call for help."

  "What else did he say, Debbie?"

  "He said we would let him do anything to us." A long silence, then added, "He told us to nod our heads."

  "And you nodded your heads?"

  "Yes."

  "Did he tell you his name?"

  "No."

  "Can you describe him, Debbie?"

  "He was ugly."

  "But ... what was he like other than being ugly? Was he tall or short? Fat or thin? Tell us all you can remember."

  "He was ugly."

  His entire attention focused on the girl's profile, Dr. Nash noticed the sudden twist in the girl's lips as if memory of the man's face in itself was unpleasant.

  " ... And short and fat."

  "How tall?"

  "As tall as I am."

  "Exactly as tall as you are?"

  "Yes."

  "How much would you guess he weighed?"

  "I'm not good at guessing a person's weight."

  "We won't be angry if you're wrong. You know we won't be angry if you're wrong in anything you say. Please ... give us your estimate of his weight."

  There was an almost imperceptible shrug of her shoulders. "A hundred and eighty pounds."

  "What color was his hair?"

  "Black."

  "Eyes?"

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  "Was there anything unusual about him?"

  "Nothing unusual. But he had a funny round nose."

  "Round?"

  "Like the kind clowns in a circus have."

  "Was there anything else about his face?"

  "There were some scars on his face."

  "Recent scars?"

  "No. Old ones as if he had a fight ... a ... long ... time ... ago ... "

  The girl seemed to be drifting. He wondered if the kaleidoscope was having too much effect. He cleared his throat noisily and the girl sat more erect in the chair although she did not turn .to look at him. "What did he do next?"

  "He felt Judy."

  Dr. Nash rubbed his forehead. He had to get every detail ... every possible detail ... "Did he feel you?"

  "Not then."

  "What did he do after he felt Judy?"

  "He told us to go inside the civic building."

  He could assume they both went inside the building and there would be no need to ask, Did you go inside? He asked instead, "What did he do then?"

  "He broke the window "

  He resisted the urge to ask why the man had broken the window. Perhaps the girl wouldn't know. There seemed to be no reason for him to break the window. "What then?"

  "He told us to stand beside the window."

  "Then?"

  "He told us to take off our panties."

  "Then?"

  "He took off his clothes ... "

  "Then?"

  "He told us to hold up our skirts."

  "Then?"

  "He fucked Judy."

  The word coming so softly and yet so bluntly from the girl's mouth was almost shocking. But, he knew, despite the fact that Debbie had been a virgin, the word was more appropriate to her than the words mated, took, possessed, or even the word raped. Perhaps she and her girl friends had used the word quite often in conversations concerning sex, and now the word had come naturally to her. "And what did he do then, Debbie?"

  No response.

  "Did he rape you, Debbie?" No response.

  "You can tell us, Debbie. You have no reason to be afraid to tell us." He cursed silently. It wasn't necessary to make the girl admit it, because it was obvious the man had raped her. But the fact she wouldn't admit it meant they hadn't broken all the barriers of the hypnotic spell. He said, "Is there anything else you can tell us? Anything else he said or did?"

  The girl's lips moved for a while but there was no sound.

  "I didn't hear you, Debbie. Can you speak a little louder?"

  "He fucked me. He asked me what my name was and how old I was. He asked me if it was the first time I'd ever had a cock stuck in me and asked me if it felt good. I told him it hurt, but he made me say if felt good having his cock stuck in me and made me say I liked to be fucked. Then he fucked Judy again. He asked Judy if she had ever been fucked before and she said one boy had fucked her. He asked her what his name was and she said Herbert. He asked her if his cock was bigger than Herbert's, and made her say his cock was bigger than Herbert's, and made her say he fucked better than Herbert.

  He made her say, 'Oooh, your big hard cock feels so good! Fuck me harder!'

  He shot his come into Judy and then he made us lay down on the floor and suck each other. As I sucked Judy, I felt his come in her cunt and I sucked it out of her cunt and into my mouth. He got behind Judy and fucked her in the ass. I couldn't see him but I could feel him fucking her, because he kept shoving her cunt harder against my mouth as he fucked her. Judy had been sucking my cunt but he shoved her head away and I felt him fucking me.

  I kept on sucking Judy because he hadn't told me to stop and I felt his come shooting into my cunt. He heard a car so he got dressed and told us to play another game of tennis and told us not to remember what he did."

  The word did ended in a howl. The girl leaped from her chair and ran across the room, the howl rising. She seized the kaleidoscope and hurled it against a far wall. She ran to the wall and clawed it.

  Nadine had turned on the lights and rushed to the girl. Dr. Nash was slower responding and he heard himself say, "Dear God."

  He held the girl while she tried to claw his face and screamed deafeningly, her face contorted, the cords in her neck uglily prominent. She had cut her forehead and blood spilled down her face, blinding one of her eyes. He pulled her across the room and Nadine unlocked the double doors. In the room beyond, the howl brought another nurse and an intern to the room and he stayed behind as they carried her away.

  The girl's blood was on his jacket and shirt and tie. He felt the tightness behind his eyes ó the beginning of tears but he squelched them by remembering the case last year in which three men had raped a young girl and mutilated her body. He had seen much worse than this and, he told himself, the newspapers are filled with things worse than this every day. He picked up the phone. "Stella, get me Detective Sidney Weinman of the Trenton City Police as soon as possible. If he isn't available, I want to talk to the police commissioner. I'll be waiting at extension 202."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  "Want to take a ride?" Sid inquired. "Where to?"

  "Harrisburg. I've had a yen lately to use some of the taxpayers' money to burn up some gas on a good long ride. This is the best excuse I've had recently. We've received the first answers from our requests for mailing lists from the companies that sell books on hypnotism. One name appeared on every list. As far as we can tell, he bought every book on hypnotism available. He might be our baby. Interested?"

  "I'll get dressed right away."

  "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

  * * *

  During the long ride north to Harrisburg, there was little conversation between the two men. Sid was one of those drivers who devote almost all their attention to the road and surrounding traffic. There were no other developments in the case other than this one lead, he said. The man's name was George Schrader. Clark felt numb from the night with Norma and Peggy.

  Norma had said, "Why don't we show Peggy how sex is fun? Like I said, she likes to watch people fuck!"

  Norma had leaned to kiss him with her warm wet mouth. While kissing, she guided his hand beneath her skirt. He had shoved the hand between her thighs, slipped a finger beneath the leg band of her panties, into the moist warmness of her cunt, stroking her clit rhythmically.

  Peggy had been standing near the phonograph but came closer and watched them. Norma unbuttoned her blouse to expose her breasts and without being prompted, Clark placed a hand on her breasts, kneading them. It was the first time he'd ever felt a woman while another woman watched; it was oddly exciting to feel Norma's breasts and cunt while Peggy watched every move.

  Norma unzippered his pants and said, "Look at his cock, Peggy." Then, to Clark, she remarked, "Peggy hasn't seen many cocks. She likes to look at them."

  She drew his throbbing hard prick free of his clothing. It jutted proudly through the opening in his clothes and he saw Peggy staring at it intently.

  Norma squeezed his cock, gently pulling on it. "What a hunk of meat! Want to squeeze his cock, Peggy?"

  "No ... "

  Clark laughed, goaded, "Come on, Peggy! The more the merrier!" His cock ached at the idea of Peggy also squeezing it! He had never had two women play with his cock at the same time and he wished Peggy would place her hand beside Norma's!

  "No ... "

  Despite Peggy's reluctance, Clark felt his excitement mounting. He would sure fuck Norma tonight ó possibly two or three times. While Peggy watched.

  But would he be able to fuck Peggy also ? Sight of her sleek, slender legs made his prick grow still harder. Drops of lubricating fluid squeezed through the slit in the glands, running down the length of his taut flesh to Norma's fingers. Norma laughed and her eyes glowed with excitement as she massaged the drops against the hard surface of his cock. "Look at that! His cock is getting ready to fuck! But ... first ... kiss my tits!"