Drone
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Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
Then Matt paused the video. “I’ll play the next couple seconds in slow motion. I didn’t see it on my iPad, but he turned around to look behind him before he got to the trees. I got a good shot of his face.” He played more of the video file.
“Red beard. I recognize him, Matt. Big red-headed guy. Didn’t we run into him at a bar once? Isn’t he one of your friends?”
“Friend? Fuck, no! If you remember, I wanted to leave the bar when I saw him there. I met him maybe a half dozen times doin’ what I do, ya know? I try not to spend much time around him. They say he’s crazy, like violent crazy. Rumor is he curb stomped some poor bastard.”
“Who is he?”
“Mick.”
“Mick who?”
“How the fuck should I know? He’s Big Mick to me, okay? I don’t really wanna know more.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“He kinda works as a guard, I guess. He watches stuff until people pick it up. Makes sure nothin’ happens.”
“He’s a security guard?”
“Muscle is a better word. They say he does freelance work, collecin’ debts, settlin’ disagreements, that kinda stuff. He’s protection for hire. No one fucks with him. I saw him at a warehouse once and at a couple other places where I’ve gotten stuff. He just kinda stands around while people pick shit up. He rode shotgun, literally, in a delivery van to a drop-off a couple times.”
“He tried to rape some girl tonight, Matt.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. The dude is seriously fucked up in the head. He’s bad news. I don’t think anyone really trusts him.”
“We need to tell the cops.”
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, bro? If we tell the cops we know who he is, they’ll ask how. We’ll have to tell them about the damn drone, Jason! I don’t even wanna think about how many charges they can lay on us. Plus, I’ll have to say how I know the guy. No way in hell I’m doin’ that! If he hears we ratted on him before they arrest him, we’re dead, same as when he gets out of prison. If the cops get him, he could try to make a deal by rattin’ out the people he works for, so we might still be dead. This shit is WAY outta my league.”
“There has to be a way to tip off the cops about who he is. What if he tries it again?”
“I honestly don’t know, bro. Maybe he won’t.”
“Yeah? Maybe he will. Then what? Do you want that on your conscience?”
“Don’t lay this moral shit on me, Jason.”
“That little blond cousin of yours is a college freshman somewhere, isn’t she? How would you feel if some guy raped her? Or even just tried like tonight? That girl is seriously messed up from this, and she was damn lucky to get away. Does your cousin carry pepper spray? Would she be able to fight off an attacker? This guy had a knife. What if some asshole with a knife attacked your cousin? What if he carved her up? What if he overpowered her and did what he wanted? Raped her, maybe got her pregnant, maybe gave her an STD? How would your cousin deal with any of that?”