Drone
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Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
“If they had better cameras they’d see the drone too, Jason. Don’t forget about that. Dammit. I wouldn’t be so fuckin’ worried if you hadn’t been stupid with that cop.”
“He did seem to question my story.”
“No shit, Sherlock. That’s his job. Cops try to catch people in lies. Your little fuck-up made him suspicious of everything you said. That’s probably why he called me. At least my story fit yours. Let’s hope he doesn’t actually suspect us of being involved somehow.”
“Do you think he could?”
“Hell if I know, dude. He was a detective, right?”
I pulled out his card. “Detective Lieutenant Davis, Sex Crimes Unit.”
“That’s just fuckin’ great. He knows your face and he talked to me.”
“Yes, but he thinks I’m a witness.”
“If he thinks all you are is a witness, why the fuck did he want to know where you’ll be over Christmas? He could think you’re an accomplice, maybe MY fuckin’ accomplice. That would actually make sense. You could have lied about any detail to try to cover for the rapist, or at least he might think you did, since he obviously thinks you’re lyin’ about somethin’. This could be bad shit, here, dude.”
“Neither of us looks anything like the attacker. The girl told the cops exactly the same thing I did.”
“So? We could both have been look-outs or maybe even part of some gang rape. You have no idea what that cop’s thinkin’.”
“That’s why we have to point him to this Big Mick character.”
“We went through this, bro.”
The next morning the local news had a report. “Listen to this, Matt! ‘Elderly woman attacked in home invasion.’ It says the victim was beaten and sexually assaulted after a man forced his way into her house. She described her attacker as a stocky Caucasian male with a red beard.”
“Don’t tell me that shit, bro.”
“What do you think the chances are that was your buddy, Big Mick?”
“I told you, dude. He’s not a buddy.”
“I damn well hope not. He beat up an old lady and raped her, Matt!” I read the full write-up about the assault. “He threatened her with a knife. It says he didn’t cut her, but he really roughed her up. She’s in guarded condition in the hospital with broken ribs, a broken wrist, and facial injuries.”
“That’s fucked up, Jason, but with Big Mick, nothin’ surprises me.”
“I wonder why they don’t say anything about how this woman’s description of the guy matches the one the girl and I gave to the cops. It can’t be a coincidence. Two similar looking guys a couple hours and blocks apart doing the same thing? How likely is that?”
“I know damn well it was him, dude. So do the cops, unless they’re a lot dumber than I thought.”
“So why doesn’t the article mention the other assault?”
He pondered this for a moment. “Lettin’ the public know there was a second assault is enough to make people careful. It’s not just a campus problem now, so everyone will be watchin’. That’s good enough for public safety, I guess.”