Part 1: Angry Men

Lee Watson was sitting in a dark corner at the back of the pub, sipping the last inch of beer in his glass. Through the loud music ("Come Out Swinging" by Offspring) he could partially hear the intense conversation that was taking place at the bar.

Lee was listening with interest to the conversation of the three men - a bunch of oldies in their thirties or forties (Lee was in his early twenties), who were ranting and raving about something they were watching on TV. It was a story about some serial rapist who preyed on young girls in the area, and the angry men were talking about what they would do to him, if they only had the chance. Yeah, right.

The three men, Bob, Joey and Dan, were looking angrily at the TV, when the reporter talked calmly about the method of the rapist, and the police estimations (they thought he was a white man since three of his victims were white, and a forth girl was black).

"How the fuck can they be talking about that like that?" Bob snarled. "Like they're covering a fucking beauty contest or something."

"Come on, Bobby," Joey said. "They're only doing their job."

"Yeah. Job my ass!"

"Bob," Joey continued "They have to do their job. They gotta stay objective if they want to capture this animal."

Bob was not convinced. "They should hang him by the balls when they get him. If I had just 5 minutes alone with him, why I'd..."

Lee smiled. People always blab about what they will or won't do. Everybody is a hero, until it comes to the real thing. He's seen it before.

As Lee walked to the bar and paid for his drink he could hear the one they called Joey quietly talking about his cousin who is in the Force and the different methods practiced to catch this guy. Lee didn't care. He was just a drifter and he will be gone in the next day. He straightened his Trench coat and headed out, not quite listening to the rest of the conversation.

"Danny, I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I mean, I got two boys, I'm safe, but you, with your daughter right at this age and all."

"Don't worry about it, Bobby. If anyone so much as lays a finger on my girl, I know exactly what I'll do."

"What would you do?" Joey asked naively.

Dan smiled. He talked quietly and calmly: "I'm going to hunt him down like a rabid dog. Then I'm going to cut him up until he's drifting between life and death, then I'm going to suck on his last breath, and then I think I'll have a beer."

His two friends looked at him in shock. "We're just talking here, right?" Joey asked, intimidated by Dan's face.

"Of course. If it happens for real I'll have a root beer."

The man was standing in the bushes, camouflaged by branches and leafs from the trees and bushes surrounding him. It wasn't the first time he had stood there. This area was where many rapes started out, and where most of them took place. A rapist spotted girls walking alone, and lured them to come with him, dragging them into the bushes or into abandoned buildings nearby.

The man was surprised to know that today another girl was walking by herself in the wooded area. How dumb can these girls be?

She seemed to be about 15-16 years old. Plain looking but pretty. She was wearing a short blue T-Shirt and Jeans shorts. Her red hair was tied behind her head. Sort of bluish-green eyes - the man couldn't tell for sure. It wasn't too hard to notice those perky big tits under the baggy T-Shirt. Just the kind of tits some psycho perv would want to suck on. How can this girl be so uncaring about the dangers that might lurk? How can anyone be so naive these days and walk alone?

The man knew exactly what evil lurked out there. He has witnessed it first-handedly so many times before.

As the girl walked past him, not noticing him, he slowly stepped out of the bushes and started jogging towards her.

"Excuse me! Young lady, excuse me!"

The girl looked behind her shoulder and stood still, waiting for him as he rushed towards her.

"Yes." She said, looking up at him with her big blue eyes. "What is it?"

The man standing in front of her was tall. He was also a blue-eyed redhead. Short straight hair, clean-cut. His eyes seemed honest and sincere, yet the girl was startled, hoping he wasn't a creepy pervert of some sort.

The man reached for his pocket and took out a badge, flashing it before the girl.

"I'm Detective Jerald White. What is your name?"

"Jamie Ralston."

"Well, Jamie, you've just entered a restricted area. We've set an ambush here, so if you please accompany me."

Jamie looked at his face with her eyes wide. Was this man joking? He certainly seemed serious.

"An Ambush? For who?"

"Come with me." He said as he took her by the arm. "I apologize, but we just don't have a lot of time. All was going smoothly until you showed up. What the hell were you doing here anyhow?"

"Well, I..."

"Doesn't matter. I'm sorry, Jamie."

Jamie suddenly realized she was led on by this man whom she never met before, without even knowing where to. "Where are you taking me?"

"Jamie, there are dozens of cops around here. You can't see them because they don't want to be seen. We've seen you coming from afar, so I was sent to make sure you wouldn't enter this area. Once you did, I had to stop you. I'm taking you to one of our posts in the scene. I don't want you to be anywhere in this area once our suspect arrives."

"What suspect?" Jamie asked as they kept walking. Detective White did not answer.

"Wait a second!" Jamie said. "You're not stalking that serial rapist or anything, right?" Still no answer.

"My god, you're hunting him down!" she said enthusiastically.

"You're a smart girl." Detective White said as they got closer to an abandoned building. Detective White knocked on the door a couple of times in a very distinct manner, probably marking for whoever was in that it was him. Jamie saw in her mind dozens of cops with TV equipment, watching images from the woods, supplied by the cops who were ambushing the bad guy. She knew the reality of it was probably less high-tech and not as sophisticated, but nevertheless, she couldn't wait seeing what was inside, as Detective White opened the door and let her in.

As she entered the room, Jamie was surprised to learn that there was nothing there. It was just an empty, abandoned building with some rods and debris lying around.

Where are all the cops? She wondered as she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

Jerald smiled as he slammed his fist into the back of Jamie's head and watched her fall to the ground. He got on his knees, picked her head up by her ponytail, and smacked her face, knocking her to the floor once again. Before she could even grasp what was happening, Jerry turned her on her belly, and started unbuttoning her shorts as she was getting on her hands and knees.

"No! Please!" She begged.

Jerald smiled and grabbed her face, mashing her lips with his hand. "Shhh! Be good, little girl. Be good!"

Jerry left her head alone, and before she managed to scream, he bashed the front of his head against the back of her head, savagely taking down her shorts as she struggled to stay conscious.

He's done it before. Four times already. Well, at least four REPORTED times. The precise number didn't matter. It was the easiest thing in the world. Just flipping the fake badge and they're all his. He usually built up the humiliation and pain, but this time he wanted to shave corners and start with the extreme right away. He lowered Jamie's panties and unzipped his pants, taking his hard cock out, rubbing it hard against Jamie's buttocks as he held her tight, forcing one arm around her waist and another around her neck, almost cutting out her air supply.

"Please, Detective. Please!" Jamie begged, just as she suddenly realized he was no cop. How could she have been so stupid? This WAS the rapist. He was no cop. And now she will join the list of vict ims. She could see her own eyes open in terror through a faded glass window as the reality of the situation sunk in, just as she felt the man's cock slowly slipping in-between her buttocks. She felt herself losing her breath, and just when she thought she couldn't breathe any longer, he clenched hard around her neck, and slowly let go.

Jamie coughed and gasped as Jerald slowly rammed into her ass, inserting his cock in inch by inch.

"Please, sir. Don't do that. I can't!"

Jerald laughed. His cock wasn't even inside her, and she already moaned and begged him. Time to show her what real pain is all about.

He rammed into her anus as hard as he could. She shouted, begging him to stop. He didn't care. He knew how rare it is to have people walking around this area, and he hasn't seen anyone but that poor stupid girl all day.

He rammed into her ass twice more, burying his cock as deep as possible inside her, listening to her moans and cries with each thrust. The harder she screamed the more pain he inflicted, ramming his cock harder and harder while inside her, tearing her apart. He closed his eyes with each painful shout coming out of her throat, listening to the amount of pain in her voice. He felt as if he's feeding on that pain. Sucking its juices out of the air and into himself, feeding his addiction.

He rammed and rammed, and the captive girl kept screaming and moaning, gasping and twitching, squirming and crying. God, how much he loved it! He was truly a god!

Jerald put his left hand onto Jamie's right breast for leverage, and squeezed it hard through her blouse, as he moved his right hand on the girl's beautiful red head of hair. She squirmed as she felt her breast being squeezed, so he held her tightly to him, thrusting with full strength, laying still as deep as he could inside her bowels. Jerry untied the ponytail and let Jamie's hair spread all over her back and shoulders. "You're hair is so fucking beautiful." He said as he continued ramming into her, lifting her hair and dropping it back on her shoulders and the top of her back.

"Please, sir, you're killing me." The helpless girl whimpered softly. "Killing me... you're killing me... you're killing... me... killing... killing... killing..."

Jerald wouldn't pay attention to what she said. He was too busy watching her hair bounce back and forth as he fucked her tight ass. God, he loved it tight! He loved spreading these bitches' holes to the point of almost tearing them apart.

Still, he didn't want her to pass out from the pain. He wanted her to be aware of everything that was to take place. As he continued to play with her breasts and fuck her anus, Jerry pulled up his sleeve, putting his arm to Jamie's mouth, ordering her to bite on it.

"Bite it, you little bitch!"

Uncertain what was going on, Jamie gently sunk her teeth into his bare arm.

"Harder, bitch!"

At those words, Jamie let herself bite as deep as she could, hoping that somehow this action would ease some of her pain. At first she wouldn't out of fear that it would give him an excuse to hurt her worse, but after all, he ordered her to bite him, didn't he?

Jerald was so turned on by the feel of the girl's teeth sinking into his flesh, knowing that each tiny ounce of pain he felt is just a fraction of the torture inflicted upon that little cunt.

He thought about doing it before, with other girls, but was worried that maybe the bite-marks would lead up to him. It's been known to happen, only usually it was bite-marks from the victims compared to the perp's teeth, not the other way around.

Jerald took his arm away from the girl's mouth and rammed harder, kissing her neck passionately, biting it gently.

He held her hair firmly with his left hand, forcing her to turn her face to the right. He held her face with his right hand, his thumb squeezing on her right cheek while the rest of his hand was pressed against her left cheek. He slowly moved his face close to hers, and kissed her. He felt her fear again, sensing her total devotion to him. He knew she would do anything for him as she kissed him back.

Jerald slowly broke the kiss and looked at the girl's face. She tried to turn away in shame and lowered her eyes, but Jerald grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him. For a few seconds that seemed like eternity for both of them, they stared at each other. His cock just laid still inside of her, like a nail in a piece of wood.

Jerry started withdrawing from her slowly, and then, with only his cockhead inside of her, as he felt her ass relieving and watched the relief on her face, he rammed in again. Jamie cried in agony: "Please! Please! Why are you doing this? Please! I can't take it anymore!"

Jerry gradually withdrew from her ass again, watching her face. This time there was no relief, just terror. She had no idea whether this meant he was done, or if it just meant more pain for her. She hadn't even thought of the fact that he did not cum yet. It didn't cross her mind.

Jerry got off of her and waited a few seconds until Jamie started weeping again. Her red hair was wild, smeared on the floor, her blue blouse lifted, just partially covering her tits (which still had a bra on them), her panties and jeans tangled up on her feet.

He looked at this girl and smiled. He couldn't believe she was really his. Whenever he had a girl at his mercy (as if he showed mercy) he took the time to look at them after breaking their spirits. For him it was like winning the lottery or some big bet. He just couldn't believe it was really his.

She was so hot, he just had to start jerking his cock. He couldn't bear to leave it alone for even a second. This girl was so hot that his cock needed to feel SOMETHING at all times. He laughed at the thought of jacking off while there was a beautiful, fresh piece of meat lying at his feet.