This is a fictional horror story about rape and murder. It deals with areas that may be too harsh to sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.
In the early hours on a Thursday morning, James Morgan stood outside the police crime scene tape trying to get a better look at the smoking remnants of a fire still smoldering. James was a field reporter for the local network affiliate of National News Today, the country’s top television news channel. There were dozens of fire trucks, police cars, forensic science vans and other county vehicles parked around an old abandoned house still ablaze but firmly under control by the fire department. The crime scene investigators were busy taking pictures of a burn pile about a hundred feet from the structure. There was an occasional flash from their digital cameras. The county coroner was squatting down looking at the pile of burnt debris using a flashlight to point to various objects. Using tongs, the coroner’s associate placed these items in a plastic evidence bag to be analyzed back at the laboratory.
James walked the entire perimeter trying for the best angle to see the source of attention. He used his camera’s telescopic lens to zoom in to the burn pile, but could not make sense of the blackened remains. He tried to get answers from the police officer standing on the other side of the crime scene tape. He asked a series of questions.
“Can you tell me what happened here?”
The police officer replied “sorry I can’t give you any information.”
“Can you tell me if this is the same as the other crimes that have happened in other parts of the city?”
The police officer responded “sorry I can’t give you any information.”
“Can you at least tell me if this is another young woman brutally killed like the others?”
The police officer became annoyed “I told you, I can’t give you any information!”
“What can you tell me?”
The police officer simply said “wait until the formal announcement by the city spokesperson. Oh, there is one thing I CAN tell you; the best ribs in town are from Smoky Joe’s on 74th street.”
“Thanks for nothing. I would have expected you to recommend a place for doughnuts.”
The officer just scoffed.
James continued to move back and forth along his side of the crime scene tape to get a better angle to view what everyone was looking at. When finally the crime scene investigators started walking toward their van carrying numerous plastic evidence bags, James tried yelling over to them for answers. They just looked over toward him, shook their heads and jumped in the van. The county coroner left the scene immediately after without carrying anything other than her black bag. She would not even acknowledge his questions.
Later that day on the steps of the county office building, a podium stood empty. Dozens of reporters crowded around the podium jockeying for a better position towards the front. James already had his intern hold his place front-and-center as soon as he heard about the crime and the upcoming announcement. When James arrived, he switched places with his intern who then went back to the news office.
Soon several county officials and high ranking police officers walked down the steps toward the podium. Each had a grim look on their face. The mayor of the city would be the first to speak “I will begin by making a short statement. We will NOT be taking any questions.”
Cassidy Underwood was elected mayor last November, a little over a year after the other murders were first discovered. The public became outranged that no progress had occurred over the next several months. Cassidy took advantage of these lapses and used this to her political advantage, thus winning in a landslide over the incumbent mayor. He reluctantly left office with the shame of having made no progress, or even answers to offer to the public other than the obligatory “we will bring the criminal or criminals to justice.”
Cassidy stood front and center saying “we have found evidence of another crime in our fair city. It appears this matches previous crimes that have yielded no results thus far. It is only a matter of time before we arrest and bring the criminal or criminals to justice. I am pleased to turn over the next statement to Police Commissioner David Storm. David…”
“Thank you Mayor Underwood” Commissioner Storm responded. “We have found evidence of another crime that matches previous murders found over the past few years. To date, we have no suspects...” He looked up at the reporters and noticed a large, dirty man standing between the news vans. He continued “as I was saying, we have no suspects to date. Our pathologists are busy going over the evidence collected today at the crime scene. I’m confident they will find clues to help us unlock this mystery. Thank you for your time. No questions.”
At the back of the crowd of reporters, the large, dirty man stood looking as if he was half listening to the statements. He was a white man standing about six feet even, weighing a little over 280 pounds. His large belly hung over a brown belt holding up dirty jeans with frayed knees. He had a torn t-shirt that looked browner than the original white color. His gray hair was matted with bits of debris along with a matching tangled beard. It looked like he had not showered in months. He looked like a typical vagrant.
Several reporters were raising their hands and yelling.
“Commissioner Storm, can you tell us…”
“Mayor Underwood, why haven’t you…”
“Commissioner Storm, when was the last…”
The city and county officials turned around and walked back inside the county office building leaving the reporters frustrated. Most of the reporters walked back to their vehicles. James tried to gain entry into the county office building only to be turned back by the sheriff officers guarding the entrance. He too left frustrated.
The vagrant, Stan Beckman, was a veteran of the armed services completing two tours in the Middle East. He pushed his shopping cart down the street. His cart contained items he collected during the day before returning to the homeless encampment where he slept in his old panel van. The encampment contained over twenty tents in varying degrees of dilapidation housing over 100 people, most being men between 30 and 70 years of age. Stan was 47 years old. He tried getting medical help for his brain trauma sustained overseas from an IED, but the local VA hospital was so crowded, under staffed and underfunded that they were not able to provide much assistance other than medication. He tried to fight the demons that plagued his thoughts.
What the police didn’t know was that Stan served as Military Police for his entire 12 years in service. He worked with dozens of forensic investigators and even studied forensic science in his off time. He planned to work in this field once his service concluded. However an unfortunate IED ended his goal. His military vehicle was hit, killing three of his buddies. The blast caused brain trauma resulting in lengthy stays in various VA hospitals.
On the other side of town, Cindy Mary Smithson was a high school cheerleader and honor roll student. She stood a mere five foot and weighed no more than 95 pounds. She had a slender body capped by perky B-cup tits. Her light blonde hair, blue eyes and button nose made her the class beauty. She had a toned body from her continuous fitness exercises. Jonathon Bixby, her boyfriend since her sophomore year, dotted on her daily. He tried to go beyond the kissing and over-the-clothes feel of her privates, but was denied all of his advances. Cindy was saving herself for marriage.
Three weeks following the last unsolved crime, Cindy was walking home from the school’s cheerleading practice. She was busy tapping away at her phone unaware of the shadowy figure following her. When she reached a sidewalk covered by a canopy of trees, Stan reached out and grabbed her arm, placing his other hand over her mouth. He dragged her under the trees to a secluded spot. He then reached into his pocket and drew out a damp cloth. He placed the cloth over her nose and mouth. The chloroform worked to immobilize Cindy in a manner of seconds. She collapsed on the ground unconscious.
Cindy awoke with a dull headache and blurry eyes. She blinked a few times to regain her eyesight and finally noticed she was lying completely naked on an old bed in the middle of a room. There was no other furniture in the room other than the bed and a small table with a bottle of water. The dimly lit room appeared to be inside an old dilapidated house. The windows were broken out. Her wrists and ankles were tied to each of the four bedposts with green parachute chord. Her legs were spread eagle and she was face up. She tried pulling her arms and legs to free herself, but that only caused the bindings to tighten even more. Suddenly she heard footsteps.
Stan walked into the room and noticed Cindy was awake. He just walked around the bed looking over the bindings to ensure he did a good job securing his next victim. He then looked at her and smiled through yellow broken teeth. He reeked of body odor, cigarette smoke and cheap beer.
Cindy started by asking “who are you? Where am I? Where are my clothes? What are you planning to do with me?”
Stan just looked at her with his dead eyes.
Cindy began to cry and yell out “I want to go home! Please let me go.”
Stan finally spoke “well my dear, you are my tenth girl in the past two years. Congratulations. Once I am through with you, you will get my special surprise.”
Cindy realized she was in danger and began to negotiate “once you are through with me, will you let me go?”
Stan replied “of course you will be free. I’m not a monster. Once you have made me happy, I will cut the ropes and you will be free.”
Cindy appeared relieved and asked “what do you mean after I make you happy?”
Stan pulled his dirty t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His chest and huge belly already showed beads of sweat. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a large knife then dropped his pants around his ankles and kicked them aside. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Cindy’s eyes went wide when she saw his disgusting uncut cock swinging between his legs. His cock looked as dirty as the rest of his body. She began to cry even louder than before realizing she was about to be raped.
Stan moved to the bed, placed the knife on the small table and climbed on top of her. He swung a leg over her body so that he straddled her chest. Leaning forward, his member was hanging just above Cindy’ face when he reached for the knife. He grabbed the blade with his right hand and placed the point next to her ear. He quietly demanded “you do as I say or I will puncture your eardrum first before I start to cut away other parts of you.”
Cindy was terrified and just nodded in agreement. She looked at the knife, then his face, then the dirty cock inches above her mouth. She knew what she had to do and parted her lips.
Stan leaned forward and put his limp, filthy cock in her mouth. Cindy kept her mouth open as wide as she could. She did not want to close her lips around his dirty penis. He grabbed her jaw with his left hand and pushed her mouth closed, pressing her lips around his growing cock. He gave a few slow and steady thrusts, not more than a few inches. She gagged and nearly threw up her lunch from the stench and taste. Once he was fully erect, he withdrew his cock from her lips and move down between her legs.
Cindy was crying and squirming trying to get this fat man from entering her. She stopped and looked into his eyes pleading with him by saying “please don’t rape me. I’m a virgin. I am saving myself for marriage. I will suck you if you don’t rape me.” She did not want his filthy cock in her mouth, but that was better than between her legs.
Upon hearing her say she was a virgin, Stan had a huge smile on his face showing his broken, yellow teeth. He started rubbing her pussy with his dirty fingers trying to elicit her natural lubrication. After five minutes of rubbing, Cindy finally provided enough flow for him to begin. He lined his hard cock to her opening and pushed in about an inch. She was tight…very tight. Cindy was screaming and crying for him to withdraw. This only added fuel to his fire.
Once Stan felt the resistance of her hymen, he smiled, withdrew an inch and punched through her virginal wall. Cindy screamed out in pain. He continued to enter her tight pussy until he had all six inches of his fat, dirty cock inside this young, beautiful girl. He then lay down on top of her body pressing his fat belly against her smooth mound and his sweaty chest on her perky tits. His face hovered above hers. He stank of bad breath, cigarettes and beer. Cindy had a close-up of his bloodshot eyes, disgusting teeth and bulbous nose. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her head to the side. He just laughed. She almost vomited.
Stan started stroking his cock in and out in a slow steady pace. She was so tight that it caused him to grunt with each thrust. He wanted to make love to Cindy, at least in the beginning. Cindy just closed her eyes and prayed it would be over soon. After a few minutes, he decided it was time to rape her and started to pound his cock as hard as he could muster. Cindy was crying and grunting with each forced thrust. Even with her additional wetness, it still was very painful. Finally his thrusts changed to a short, fast stroke, and then he buried as deep as he could. She knew this meant he was ready to ejaculate. She asked as nicely as she could “please sir, please don’t cum in me. I am not on any birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Stan smiled once again, burying his cock as deep as he could, and then shot several ropes of cum against her cervix. Cindy’s eyes went even wider and screamed for him to withdraw “pull out! Please pull out!” Once his cock finished twitching, he looked at her and said “fine, I’ll pull out.” It was too late for Cindy. His jizz started the slow leak out of her opening, creating a small puddle on the stained mattress. Mixed in with his seed was her virginal blood.
Cindy knew he had finished inside her, but it wasn’t too late for her to get a Plan B pill if he let her go soon. She pleaded in a calm voice “will you please let me go now? I promise not to tell the police.”
Without saying a word, Stan swung his body out of bed and left the room. He returned with what looked like a small chain. Cindy was shocked to see that it was a dog choke collar. He wrapped the collar around her neck and secured the chain to the bed frame. He went to her ankles and untied the left leg at the bed post. She immediately tried to kick him, but he just moved back a few feet then grabbed her leg.
Stan then tied the rope from her left ankle to the same location as her right ankle rope. He then untied the right and positioned it to the location where the left ankle rope had been. This caused her legs to cross and her waist to twist. He then applied the same technique to her wrists. Cindy was now facing down on the mattress. He left the room once again.
About an hour later, Stan walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Cindy was trying to look over her shoulder at something he had in his hand. It looked like a small tube of toothpaste but the label was worn away. Stan held the tube upside down over her back side and squeezed. Clear warm liquid fell from the tube on Cindy’s ass crack. He started rubbing the liquid throughout her butt paying close attention to her anus. She then realized it was lubricant.
Cindy started crying loud when she realized what he planned to do. She immediately pleaded with her captor “please sir, please don’t put your penis in my ass. It will hurt. You can fuck my vagina again if you want. I promise I won’t scream or cry this time.”
Stan looked up at her and smiled. He simply said “you crying and screaming makes me happy.”
He then mounted her and rubbed his cock through her ass crack to add the lubricant to his erection. Cindy kept trying to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Stan then placed his thumb to her anus and pressed hard penetrating her outer ring. Cindy screamed out in pain. Working and twisting his thumb in and out for a few minutes caused her muscles to relax for the next invasion.
Stan held his erect cock in his right hand, gripping around the base and leaving the first two inches ready for penetration. He pressed against Cindy’s puckered hole waiting for her to scream. She did not disappoint. She first yelled out in protest then started crying and pleading for him to stop. He did not.
Stan thrust past her muscled anus penetrating about an inch. He held in place waiting for Cindy to stop struggling and crying out. After a few minutes, he pushed another inch inside her tight ass. Again, she cried out for him to stop. He dropped a little more lube on her ass crack and waited for it to run down around his hard cock, then shoved in as hard as he could burying all six inches to the hilt. Cindy screamed so loud he was sure she would shatter the other windows in the abandoned house.
He then leaned forward placing his mouth beside her left ear. Cindy could feel his hot, moist breath in her ear and smell his disgusting bad breath. Stan licked her ear and whispered “I just took your last virginity. Get ready for a hard butt fuck. I plan to deposit my next load so far up your ass you might taste it in the back of your throat.” He then laughed and started thrusting in and out.
The pain in her ass was excruciating. Cindy couldn’t do anything other than shut her eyes and pray it would be over soon. She started whispering to herself a nursery rhyme she remember hearing from her mother. It was difficult to concentrate on the rhyme because of Stan’s grunts, her body being bounced from his hard thrusts, and the severe pain.
Eventually Stan stopped while buried deep in her rectum and grunted. Cindy started feeling his cock twitch when it was deep inside her ass followed by a warm sensation. She knew he had just cum inside her. She just hoped and prayed he wasn’t carrying any sexually transmitted diseases. Based on the condition of his body, this may have been false hope.
Cindy was in pain but she now hoped the rape was over and she would be released. After all, he did say he would set her free. She asked “will you please set me free now? You said you would sir.”
Stan looked down at Cindy and smiled to himself. He was still buried deep in her ass relishing the feeling of another aftereffects orgasm. He noticed she had her face buried in the mattress so she couldn’t see his satisfied grin. When he pulled his cock out of her gaping hole, he jumped out of bed and left the room without acknowledging her question. He walked into the bathroom with the broken sink and filthy, nonfunctioning toilet and relieved himself.
Cindy was crying softly and wondered where he went. He had to let her go now. He raped her pussy. He raped her ass. What else could he want? So she waited…and waited…and waited.
About an hour later, Stan walked back in the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached over to the small table and took a drink from the water bottle. He offered a drink to Cindy but she refused, pleading again for him to release her.
Stan looked over Cindy’s body and spoke in a low voice “thank you for time. You were my favorite girl thus far. Before I set you free, you have one more task to perform. You need to suck my dick and swallow my cum while you look me in the eye.”
Cindy had been looking at him during his speech. She dropped her head on the bed and let out a long breath realizing this would be the most disgusting part of the rape. Up until now, she could just close her eyes and pray for him to finish. Now she had to perform this act using her senses of touch, sound, sight, smell and worst of all…taste.
Stan untied her wrists first, removed the dog collar and moved onto the bed leaving her ankles tied. He had her lay on top of him and moved her down so she was between his legs. When Cindy’s head was above his crotch, she looked at this flaccid cock and nearly vomited. The sight of his dirty member and the rancid smell was making her gag. She looked up at him waiting for him to give her directions.
Stan had his arms behind his head so he could look down his body. He wanted the best view possible of Cindy’s face, eyes and mouth. Having her on top in a dominate position would be more degrading to her. She couldn’t jump out of bed and run since her ankles were still tied to the bed frame. After a few minutes of just watching her, he finally said “begin.”
Cindy wanted to close her eyes and get this over with as quickly as possible but he told her to keep eye contact with him. She took his disgusting cock in her hand and parted her lips placing the flaccid member in her mouth. She immediate gagged but tried to hold back the vomit that might surface any minute. With him begin so soft, it seemed worse than an erect cock. She just moved her lips up and down as slowly as possible. Eventually, he started getting hard.
It took nearly 30 minutes before Stan started to really enjoy the sensation. His cock had already lost a lot of sensitivity after fucking her pussy and ass. Cindy’s jaws were already sore but she pushed past the pain. She tried various techniques to get this over as quickly as possible. She tried various grips with her lips. She tried flicking her tongue around the head. She tried a twisting motion with her hand. The one action that seemed to elicit the best response was humming. When she hummed, she noticed Stan’s eyes would roll back in his head. The vibrations from her lips were being transmitted to his shaft down to his balls. She hummed as hard as she could, using songs she remembered.
Another ten minutes later, Stan started raising his hips during her down stroke trying to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. He demanded “remove your hand from my cock and just use your mouth. Take me as deep as you can. I want to feel your throat.” This was almost too much for Cindy to bear. He began humping his hips up and down. She just kept her head still allowing him to do all the work. Finally he said “I’m getting ready to cum. Do not swallow yet. Wrap your lips around the head of my cock and keep it sealed tight. If any of my cum escapes, you will need to do this again.” He gave a few additional thrusts and blasted her mouth with his seed. When he emptied his balls he said “take my cock out of your mouth but do not let any cum escape. Move up here, open your mouth and show me my cum. Then you can swallow.”
Cindy followed his directions and tried her best to imagine the semen was nothing more than cough syrup. She hated taking cough syrup since she was a little kid but just pinched her nose and swallowed. It went down without her vomiting, but she did gag and cough quite a bit. She looked up to Stan and opened her mouth to show it was all gone.
Stan got out of bed and dressed back into his dirty shirt and pants. He reached down and untied her ankles and told her to wait on the bed. After walking out of the room, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs. She was all cried out. Stan returned with her clothes and directed her to get dressed. She quickly started but when she tried to put her panties on, he grabbed them and put it in his pocket. “This is a little keepsake to remember you by.”
Once Cindy was dressed, he placed the chloroform rag against her face once again and caught her body when it started to fall. Stan carried her limp body outside to a pile of debris, wood and other garbage he found in and around the abandoned house. He needed to destroy all evidence. She was his fifth victim in this town and the tenth overall. It was time to move on to another location. He already knew from his studies in forensic science that bleach worked well to destroy DNA, but there was always a risk where he might miss something. That is why he always chose fire. Fire was pure. Fire was absolute. Fire was his choice when he torched his previous nine victims. Cindy would be his tenth.
He grabbed a can of gasoline and poured the entire contents on the debris pile including all over Cindy’s body. Instead of burning her alive, he slit her throat and walked back to his van carrying the gas can with him. After all, he wasn’t a monster. At least that is what he told himself.
Once Stan jumped in the driver’s seat, he tossed a flare on the gasoline trail. The flame started working its way to the debris pile. It ignited with a large whoosh starting a large inferno. By this time, he had already reached the main road and turned south to the state line. He drove to his next destination. Looking in his side view mirror, he could see to smoke start to billow up into the sky. By the time the fire department and police were notified, he would be miles away. Time to search for victim number eleven…