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None of the women said anything. Marcy chanced a glance toward the stairs. Tears were running down her cheeks, making her eye liner run.

An idea came to Thad then. He lit the joint and took another deep hit off of it. “I think I’ve got a way that you bitches could put me in the mood,” he said. “Marcy, I want you to eat Lynne’s pussy.”

“Don’t do this, Thad,” Anna begged.

“Shut the fuck up, Anna. If you keep good and quiet I may make Lynne get your cunt wet before I fuck you.”

12

 

Ivy had no idea how far she had run or if the killer was stalking her. Her chest felt like it was on fire and her bare feet had been torn open all along the soles as she sprinted. She was losing steam quickly now that the adrenaline began wearing off.

In her panic she had rushed right past the house and the cars. She didn’t remember which direction they had come in, so she made a hasty decision t
o turn right and run up the driveway
.
As she continued her flight away from the savage murderer she stumbled a couple of times. Her knees were badly scraped, as were her palms and the bottom of her chin. She knew she would look like a lunatic high off of LSD if someone should happen by, but she hoped she had sobered up enough to give a good citizen some sort of coherent version of what had happened.

She then considered how she must
truly
look. She was no longer a hot blonde running through the night stark naked.
She would have had a lot easier time finding someone to pick her up if she wasn’t covered in scrapes and bruises. Of course her physical condition only told the truth about who she was and what had happened to her. She had been violently raped and barely escaped with her life.

She had managed to make it a half mile down the long drive
before
she ran her foot into a large stone jutting
up from the gravel. Pain sprang up her leg as she fell face first into the tiny, unforgiving bits of stone. She slid a foot and a half through the loose stones. She sat up and looked at the dirt and cuts that covered the front of her body. She pulled her foot closer so she could see it in the pale moonlight. A two inch long laceration ran from between her big toe and the next. The gash ran up the top of her foot to the midpoint.

She kept herself from screaming in agony by sheer willpower. After a few moments
she fought the pain long enough to stand again. She took a few steps. Ivy turned around and saw crimson footprints followed her short progress. She gritted her teeth and pressed on. Her progress would be dramatically slowed by
the injuries.

She pressed on. She refused to die in the middle of nowhere. She could see the street as she rounded the last turn of the driveway.

For a mom
ent she considered how cowardly
it was to leave her friends behind. She knew that they would most likely do the same, but it still felt like she was doing something wrong.
Ivy looked back over her shoulder and felt her heart leapt up in her throat. Just the idea of heading back to the house was enough to drive her close to a full blown panic attack.

She rationalized that it w
as completely insane to even fantasize that she would be able to do anything for her friends. She would be breaking into a house full of God knew how many armed men completely naked and suffering from dozens of injuries. She wasn’t Bruce Willis and this definitely wasn’t one of the
Die Hard
movies. She was a one-hundred and ten pound woman with arms far too weak to brandish a rifle, automatic or not. The only way that she would be able to save her friends was if she was able to find a means to notify the authorities.

She limped forward. The pain continued to increase as she moved. Every step she took added another sharp
pain. It seemed to take days to get to the str
eet. She turned onto the road
and the ground instantly felt much more pleasant beneath her torn feet
. She knew it was not any different than the driveway, but the notion of escape seemed to soften the gravel
. She began limping away from the house.

She had barely made it thirty feet when she saw two white dots in the distance. Excitement raced through her. The joy of seeing headlights coming in
to view made her forget
her agony
all together
. She began moving as quickly as she could toward the oncoming ve
hicle. Her stride was so struggled that
she hobbled as if she was an invalid.

The vehicle drew closer to her. The white dots intensified and grew in size. She began waving her arms while she continued her stride forward. The sudden change in her body’s actions caused her to spill forward again. Her
chin bounced off of the hard earth
and split open. Her left nipple felt as if it was torn completely off by the impact. She forced herself back to her feet and saw the spill had split her open from the base of her left breast to the top of the nipple.

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 g
old 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 an
d 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 nodded 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.

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