Chapter 8: Psychiatric Opportunity II

It had been a week now since Howard had nailed that teenage girl with the big tits. Every night, after lights out, he would replay that night in his head, as his hand worked furiously on his erection. But now it had been a week, and it just wasn’t the same. He needed to refresh the memory. He needed a new memory. That’s it; a fresh, new memory.

On Saturday night, he went to bed as usual. The night check came by, then was gone. He knew no one would be by until after midnight, so that gave him three hours. He jumped out of bed, still dressed, slid the window down and climbed out. He slid the window closed again, but left it unlocked. He looked around, saw nobody. He sprinted off towards the nearby woods. On the other side, by the convenience store, he waited, watching.

Amy and Karen Mitchell pulled into the store from the sub-division down the street. Amy was 16 now and had just gotten her driver’s license. When her mom let her drive the Honda to the store for a few Slushee’s, her younger sister Karen had jumped at the chance to go along. Karen had only just turned fourteen last Thursday, so she still had a couple of years to go before she could get her license.

Amy and Karen were both brunettes. Amy’s hair was longer, more styled, while Karen’s was plainer looking. They were both short and skinny, weighing only just over a hundred pounds each at around 5’1” tall. You could only tell Amy was older by her boobs really. Her 33B chest was a good bit bigger than Karen’s 31B’s. Most people would say they were cute, or adorable. Just two innocent young teenagers.

At the store Amy and Kathy ran inside, getting the three drinks to take home. After checking out, they went out and got back in their SUV. As they put on their seatbelts, Karen never saw it coming. Wham! A tire iron slammed into the side of her head, knocking her unconscious. A moment later, Amy was hit too, twice in fact. She too went out with a loud “UH!” Howard had been in the backseat, unnoticed. He knocked the two girls out as hard as he could. After the girl driving was hit, he thought, “Aw, shit! I better not have killed them.” He undid the driver’s seat belt, dragged her limp body into the back. He jumped in front, started the car and drove off.

Marjorie Mitchell was the girls’ mother. She’d expected them home in twenty minutes. When they didn’t come back in 40 minutes, she called Amy’s cell phone. It went to voice mail. Five minutes later, she called 911. The operator listened to her concerns. She dispatched a car to check the convenience store for the Honda SUV. Officer Schnell was nearby and got there in about ten minutes. He didn’t see the car, but went inside and asked the cashier if he’d seen two young girls come in. He said yeah, about a half hour ago. Officer Schnell got very concerned. A week ago, a girl had been kidnapped from this very same store and raped; the rapist was yet to be found. He put out the word. Other officers began checking local strip mall parking lots for the Honda SUV. The last time, the rapist had forced the driver to go to a strip mall parking lot. Yet, they found nothing. They looked everywhere but couldn’t find the car.

When Howard started driving the car, he had a plan. Sort of. He’d already forgotten most of it after hitting the girls. Confused again as to what to do, he drove back to the state mental health facility where he’d just come from. In front was a big parking lot and some state highway equipment, parked temporarily. He pulled into the lot, behind a big city dump truck. It was dark. He stopped, turned off the car and the lights. The girl in front was still looking asleep, so he undid her seatbelt, then pushed and shoved her in back. She’d started to come around, so he hit her again with the tire iron, then thought maybe that was too much. She lay on the floor, unconscious. The other girl, the older one, she was starting to come around. His mind skipped ahead twenty spaces. Do her! He climbed in back, undoing his pants and taking them off. He grabbed the girl on the seat, the older one, the driver. She looked to be about sixteen maybe. He grabbed her top, pulled it up and off, over her head. She had on a kid’s bra. He quickly took it off, exposing those young tits of hers. Nice. He dived down on that nipple, began sucking long and hard on first one, then the other. They weren’t erect yet, but he’d get them that way. This girl’s tits weren’t as big as the last girl; those had been huge. These were just more average. As he sucked on her tits, he undid her jeans, forced them and her panties down, then off one leg. His dick wasn’t hard yet, just sort of. He worked her tits more, feeling her up as he did. He rubbed her pussy a lot, really rubbing what he guessed was her clit. He wanted her to get all wet inside. Just then, she started to wake up. “Huh? Wha...? Hey!” Soon as she started realizing what was going on, she totally freaked out. He stayed on top of her, gripping her jaw with both hands as he rubbed his dick against that hairy little pussy of hers. It was getting hard quick now. Her struggling was really getting him excited. He mashed his mouth on hers as soon as she started to scream. As she struggled beneath him, Howard began holding his dick and putting it to where her pussy should be. She kept struggling, using her arms to hit him or push against him, anything to stop him from what he was trying to do to her. She kicked her skinny short legs, but he was already between them, her thin thighs spread wide apart. She kicked with all she could, but he was just too big for her.

Suddenly, Howard felt those pussy lips and rammed himself to it. Sure enough, his dick started to enter her. She cried out even more as he forced his tongue all around in her mouth, still gripping her jaw with one hand. She tried to bite his tongue. He cried out, then punched her very hard, twice in her mouth. He was pretty sure he’d knocked at least one tooth out. Her mouth began bleeding, but he went right back to frenching those sexy, trembling lips of hers.

Amy came around to find this man laying on top of her! She didn’t know where she was; her head was throbbing. Christ, her clothes were off! She cried out as he began to kiss her, apparently trying to keep her quiet. She struggled, but he held her mouth in a tight grip. She kicked her legs, unsure of where she was or what was going on. Well, obviously this man wanted to rape her or something like that. Suddenly, her fog-shrouded brain realized he was pushing into her vagina! Oh my God! Only her boyfriend Tony had ever done that, and that was just two times. But now this man was inside her already! She still struggled, but she couldn’t stop him. He went back to sucking on her boobs. Wait! Where was Karen?! She noticed Karen on the floor beside her as she kicked her legs. She tried to look, but Karen wasn’t moving it looked like. The man began thrusting himself into her vagina. His penis went way in, then back, then in, again and again. He seemed like he was in a race, making these disgusting sounds as he physically assaulted her. He now kept his head beside hers as he was humping her. Her body was being rocked back and forth hard; it was all so terrifying with her nude legs spread so wide apart; her boobs touching his hairy chest, his thing inside her.