Crossing the Line
Page 7
There goes my chances of posing for Hustler, she thought and giggled despite herself. The Suicide Girls will still take me, though. Thank God for the porn industry.
The vehicle came close enough that she could see the light bar on the top. Now her excitement turned to elation. It was the police! She was definitely the luckiest woman on the planet.
The lights blinked on as the SUV came closer to her. A spotlight turned on from the driver’s door. It fell on her. The truck came to a stop a few yards away from her.
She heard the door open and the spotlight shifted into the forest. A tall shadow stepped out of the vehicle. “Are you alright, ma’am?” The cop sounded old, but it was still a concerned man’s voice.
“No! There are people hurting my friends. Someone raped me, but I think he’s dead!” Ivy said. Despite her attempts to remain calm she gushed the words out in a single hysterical breath. “You’ve got to call in back-up. Call the SWAT team.”
“Ma’am, we ain’t got a SWAT team. I’ll call for back-up, but it’s going to take them awhile to get here. Now what do you mean the guy that raped you is dead? Did you fight back?”
“No, there was something else out there. It was huge. I think it was human, but I don’t know.”
“Did you get a good look at it?”
“No, sir. I would know if it was a human if I had gotten a good look.”
Perhaps it was her hysterics, or perhaps it was the years he had been on the job, but the police officer didn’t seem irritated by her sharp remark. He stepped out from behind his door and walked to the back of the SUV. A moment later he was approaching Ivy with a blanket in his arms.
“I’m going to just hand this to you, okay? I ain’t real comfortable touching a naked woman.”
He handed the blanket over and Ivy wrapped it around her, mindful to cover the entirety of her body.
“Now I want you to get in my truck,” the police officer, who looked like a bearded Jerry Springer, ushered Ivy toward his truck. He opened the passenger door and steadied her as she climbed inside.
She looked around the cruiser and felt instantly at ease. The truck was kept nice and clean. A laptop was attached to a pedestal affixed to the dash board. It was signed into a police network. There was a gas station coffee cup in the truck’s cup holder.
The officer closed the door behind her and walked around the front of the vehicle. He climbed behind the steering wheel and instantly keyed his mic and let the dispatcher know that he was going to need help at the house.
“I’m not going to be able to do a whole lot by myself,” he said after the dispatcher notified him that he could be waiting for a half hour before the nearest back-up could arrive. He thumped at the steering wheel with his fingers and sighed.
“You’ve got to understand, miss. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen in Porter Harvest. Hell, I hardly ever even have to write a traffic ticket. The idea of rape and murder is a bit much for me. I have been a cop here for twenty-one years and I’ve never heard of anything like that around here,” he said.
“I wasn’t prepared for it, neither. We just came up here to relax on spring break. We didn’t even bring any men with us. We tried everything we could to keep ourselves from any kind of drama,” Ivy said. She started sobbing as soon as the words came out of her mouth. The various layers of shock seemed to be bouncing around in her.
The police officer reached over and gave her a light pat on the shoulder. “We’re going to do everything we can to help you, okay? My name is Aaron Campbell. You can let it all out if you need to. Scream, cry, punch my dash board, whatever you need to do.”
Ivy leaned into him and after a moment of tightening up he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He reached out and clicked the spotlight off on his door. “I’m going to turn the headlights out and pull into the driveway, okay? I’m not going to go all the way up to the house, but I want to be close enough that I can hear what’s going on inside.”
“How close are you going to get?”
“I’ll stop as soon as we can see the house, long before they’ll be able to see us.”
Aaron reached out and unlocked the bolt from the shotgun between the seats. “It’s loaded with buck shot. If someone tries to attack us I’ll take them out with a single shot. Ain’t no one with better aim around these parts.”
“Okay, but please don’t leave me alone in the truck. I can’t be alone right now.”
“I promise. What did you say your name was?”
“Ivy.”
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. You are going to be just fine, Ivy. I swear I ain’t going to let anything else happen to you. There’ll be an ambulance here shortly after the back up. We’ve got a damn good Band-Aid station here in town. They’ll get you fixed up right quick. In a month you’ll be just as sexy as you were before all of this.”
“Thank you, Officer Campbell.”
“Just call me, Aaron.”
Aaron drove up the road until he reached the driveway. He clicked off the headlights and pulled into the drive. After navigating the twists and turns at a slow pace he came to a stop with the house at a very safe distance. He killed the engine and drew in a deep breath.
“If anyone comes out of the house you’re in charge of telling me who is a friend and who is one of the perps, okay?” Aaron said. He reached past her and opened the glove box. From within he produced a pair of night vision binoculars. “Congratulations, you’re officially my deputy now.”
“Do I get a uniform? I wouldn’t mind having more than a blanket to wear.”
“Sorry, kid, I don’t have any spare clothes in here.”
“It’s fine.”
“Keep your eyes peeled, okay?”
“Will do.”
Ivy sank back in the seat and pressed the binoculars to her eyes. Her emotions were still a wreck, but she felt at ease with Aaron. He seemed like a good natured old man.
13
Stan looked down at the tiny woman and stroked at his cock. She refused to look at him. Her head was turned toward one of the walls and she was sobbing openly. The crying turned him on even more. He remembered how bad his penetration had hurt the little Mexican girl and how loud she had cried. It was a beautiful memory, one that he revisited as often as he could.
Gabby’s body was not nearly as innocent looking as the little girl’s had been. She had dozens of tattoos and both of her nipples were pierced. Her labia and clitoris were also pierced. Two little gold rings hung on the pedals of her vagina. A silver bar slid through her clit, making it easy to spot between the folds of her pussy lips.
Stan had tied her legs apart. He had to use sheets because she only came down to the middle of the mattress. Her hands were together between bars on the headboard.
He sat down on the bed and kissed at the side of her neck. Her sobs grew more intense. He gently molested her breasts and continued to kiss her neck. He moved down a bit and kissed at her collar.
“I’ll be gentle at first, babe,” he said. “I am going to make you come a dozen times. You’re going to fall in love.”
“Fuck you,” she said. “I don’t want you to touch me. You’re sick.”
“Don’t hurt my feelings, Gabby. If you hurt my feelings I’ll hurt your body. We can do this either way, bitch. You can either let me do it gently or you can be split straight in half.”
“You’re going to kill me anyway. Why should I care how you rape me?”
Stan slid his hand down over her tiny stomach and ran a finger over her clitoris. She tightened her butt cheeks and she let out a scream of outrage. “Don’t fucking touch me!” she yelled.
Stan sat up and leaned over her crotch. He spit down on her shaved sex and ran a finger on either side of her clit. “Do clit rings really increase your sexual stimulation? I heard that they can make you come even if you’re just walking in tight jeans.”
“Just kill me now, faggot. I’m not going to have small talk with you.”
Stan no
dded his head. He reached down and grabbed hold of one of the rings in her labia. He yanked it savagely. It tore through the thin layer of flesh. Stan shoved the ring into her mouth and held his hand over her lips. He pinched her nose until she swallowed with a grimace of repulsion.
He removed his hand and grinned down at her. “Going to play nice now?” he asked.
Gabby looked at him and laughed. “You don’t really think you’re going to do any damage to me with that tiny little cock, do you? I doubt I’ll even feel it.”
Stan’s grin vanished instantly. He ripped the other ring from her labia and shoved it in her mouth. He covered her mouth and pinched her nose. He pinched it hard enough that he felt the cartilage snap. He released his hold and spat in her face.
“There’s more than one way to get a pussy wet, you dumb cunt. Keep fucking with me and you’ll see just how wet I can get it.”
Blood poured from her broken nose. Tears of agony spilled from her eyes. She had stopped sobbing now, though. Her eyes stared at him with pure hatred. She kept her lips closed tight for a moment before spitting a mouthful of blood into his eyes.
Stan jumped off of the bed as the blood stung at his eyes. He scooped it away and flicked his wrists, splattering little dots of blood all over the room. Once the pain left him he returned to the side of the bed and punched the girl as hard as he could right in the broken nose. She howled in pain. Her body went into a spasm of agony.
“I was trying to be nice to you, whore!” he snarled. He reached out and grabbed one of her tiny nipples. He twisted the nipple savagely and yanked, pulling most of the areolas away with her nipple barbell. She screamed again.
Stan stomped across the room and picked up one of his dirty socks from the ground. He pulled the belt from his discarded jeans and smirked. He walked back over to her and shoved the sock into her mouth and halfway down her throat. He used his belt to keep the sock in her mouth. She thrashed, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“Can’t breathe out of your broken nose, can you? Want me to take it out?” he grinned.
Gabby nodded her head.
“If you fuck with me again I’ll fuck you while you choke to death. Do you understand?”
Gabby nodded her head more adamantly. He loosened the belt, sliding it down to her throat. He was gentle as he pulled the sock out of her mouth. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you so bad. I wanted to be good for both of us.”
Gabby didn’t say anything, she just sobbed. He wiped blood from her broken nose and rubbed it on his penis. It grew into an erection soon. He pressed it against the opening of her sex and she hissed with pain. Despite her mocking the girth of his penis tore at the sides of her vulva as he penetrated her.
She sobbed louder than ever as he began slowly pumping inside of her. With each inward thrust he drove himself a bit deeper. She howled with pain as he fully buried his cock inside of her.
Her sobs caused her to choke on the blood from her broken nose. She gagged and turned her head to the side, spitting up a thick stream of blood all over the pillow.
The choking caused his testicles to tighten with excitement. An idea came to him and he quickly tested it. He grabbed the end of the belt and pulled it savagely. Gabby bucked underneath him as the pressure cinched her esophagus shut. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she bucked wildly. Her muscles contracted around his cock, drawing him closer to orgasm.
He released the belt and Gabby coughed up more blood on the pillow. “Goddamn, Gabby, this is the best sex I’ve ever had. You are better than I could have asked for.”
“Please, no more,” she sobbed.
“No more what?” he asked.
“Please don’t choke me anymore,” she sobbed.
’Okay, no more choking.”
He pulled out of her, grinning at the amount of blood that followed him out of the gaping hole. He climbed off the bed and paced around the room for a moment. His mind was going in a million different directions. His intoxication made it hard to think. He had dozens of ideas of what he could do next, but he wasn’t sure which one appealed to him the most.
He finally decided and with a malicious smile. He untied one of her ankles and kissed her toes. She did nothing to fight him. He climbed back onto the bed and lifted the leg up a bit. As he reached the area near her torn sex he ran a hand over it and once again used the blood to lubricate his erection.
Gabby’s sobs had settled down a bit now. She was growing numb or going into shock or both. Stan didn’t know or care why she was no longer panicking. He knew his next move would cause her to explode with disgust and pain.
He pinned her leg up on his shoulder with one strong arm and took his penis in his hand with the other. He kissed at her toes some more. He drove three fingers into the torn flesh of her vagina. It was so torn up that it felt twice as tight as it had when he first entered her. He wiped more blood to lubricate himself.
He spit in his palm and rubbed it between her butt cheeks. Realizing his intent Gabby began panicking again immediately. She tried to kick the leg he had pinned against his shoulder, but she was far too small to deflect his perverse approach.
He was not gentle in the slightest when he drove his penis into her anus. She had clinched it as tightly as she could, but all that her defense resulted in was her rectum being torn wide open. Stan felt warm blood rush out down the length of his cock. It splattered down onto his testicles and made him grin sadistically. Gabby’s screams became howls of pain.
He plunged deep inside of her ass. After only five minutes of raping her that way he released his seed deep inside her. He pulled out and pushed her leg away. She was too defeated to attempt to do him any harm as he climbed off the bed.
He used the sheet he had loosened from her ankle to wipe away the blood and semen from his softening cock.
A terrible smell filled the room a moment before Gabby’s torn bowels released. The bed beneath her was covered in shit and blood. Stan gagged in disgust and shook his head.
“You’re a filthy little whore,” he said. Gabby didn’t respond.
He pulled back on his pants and shirt and walked over to the side of the bed. He reached out to retrieve his belt and the sinister smile reappeared on his face. He picked up the bloody sock and shoved it back in her mouth. Gabby shook her head from side to side, tears spilling freely from the corner of her eyes. Rather than putting the belt around her mouth again he merely grabbed the end of it and pulled it as tightly as he could.
Gabby’s free leg kicked at the air. Her body thrashed around on the bed. She covered herself in the bloody shit as she tried to fight for her life. Stan pulled as tightly as he could on the end of the belt and a sudden disappointment filled him when he heard a loud crack. Gabby’s body thrashed for a moment longer. When the movement ended her chest no longer rose and fell.
“Fuck,” he said. He hadn’t meant to kill her so quickly. He had wanted to finish ripping out her piercings if nothing else.
Still, he was satisfied with what he had done. He pulled the belt off of her neck and slid it through the loops in his jeans.
14
Clint hadn’t bothered raping Tracy. As soon as they got into the room he made her kneel in the corner and had emptied his bladder on her face. She sputtered as it spilled into her mouth and grimaced when it got into her eyes. After the humiliation he punched her as hard as he could across the face. Her head snapped to the side and blood splattered across the wall.
She spat more blood and teeth down onto the floor. She turned her face back to Clint and tears ran from her bloodshot eyes. The piss had irritated them. She wished she had gotten to drink more so that she was a bit more immune to the pain.
Clint stripped away his shirt and turned her to face him. He leaned down as if he intended to kiss her and head butted her instead. Her head bashed back into the wall. She howled in pain and shrank away from him. He stood upright again and kneed her in the chest. She howled with agony as she bounced into and off of the wall again.
He picked her up and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. He roughly tossed her into the tub. She didn’t make a sound. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, but her chest continued to rise and fall regularly. She wasn’t dead or dying, she was just knocked out of her senses. He turned on the water and raised the lever to turn on the shower head. Tracy jerked back into consciousness as the hot water splashed down on her.
“Stand up,” he said. She seemed to try, but slipped and bounced her head off the back of the tub. “See? You liberal bitches all seem to think that you don’t need a man in your life, but you can’t do a fucking thing for yourselves. That’s the problem with this country. Women have forgotten their roles. You were born with a cunt, which means that you were born to make men happy. Clean the house, raise the kids, suck your husband’s dick any time he asks. And I mean anytime he asks. Even if his dick smells like your neighbor’s pussy you suck it as soon as he says that he wants a blowjob. But you educated twats think that you rule the roost. You think that just because you got yourself a college degree you don’t ever have to suck a dick. And even if you do happen to suck it you sure as shit aren’t going to swallow his load. Do you think Abraham’s wife ever denied him a blowjob? Fuck no, she even let him fuck other women when she found out she couldn’t get knocked up. You look like a good Christian girl, so do something Christian and treat your man like he’s the goddamn boss.”
“I’m hurt,” Tracy sobbed. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I don’t know if I can stand up right now.”