“When Nestle’ first heard that babies in the third world are
dying from their baby food, they wouldn’t do anything about
it. They continued selling it there even though it was
handled with carelessly by the consumers. The third world is
not like the first world. The water added to the food was
filthy, and the powder, which is expensive in third world
countries, was thinned out and mixed with other shit so that
the babies were not getting enough nutrition. And fucking
Nestle’, they didn’t care.”
Dawn Baker, a 35-year-old blue eyed blond in her mid
thirties, was listening with interest to the arguments made
by the man sitting beside her, who was kind enough to give
her a ride. She was a pretty lady, about 5’5, a little bit
full, but nevertheless very cute. There was just something
likeable about her that you couldn’t put your finger on, but
everyone who met her just fell in love with her within
minutes.
David was about her age, and seemed to know all about the
world. At first she just listened out of politeness. The man
was kind enough to give her a ride when her car got stuck in
the middle of the road. The least she could do was listen.
Quickly she got into the spirit of things, and showed
genuine interest in what this man had to say, and even
presented her own arguments.
“Wait, the food in itself was okay?”
“Yeah, the food itself was fine.”
“So what did Nestle’ do wrong? How are they responsible if
some merchant gives a bad powder? They can’t watch
everybody.”
“Dawn, you have a baby, right? Suppose I was to sell a
product, knowing you will misuse it, and wouldn’t stop you
although I know you’re about to accidentally hurt your
baby?”
“Well… if you tell me exactly how to use it…”
“I can’t tell you. What if your entire county, your entire
STATE is filled with women who misuse food I sell? Nestle’,
in my opinion, is guilty in criminally negligent homicide,
just like if you would let your baby play with a gun. If you
do so, the baby is not at fault, you are. If mothers are
misinformed on a product it’s the company’s fault, not
theirs.”
Dawn could completely understand where he’s coming from. She
had an 18-month-old baby and would never let anything happen
to him. She loved him more than anything in the world. Not
seeing him for a day was making her crazy. And with her car
breaking down and all the weirdoes out there, she was lucky
getting a ride from this guy.
“I really want to thank you for giving me this lift, Eric.
Most people don’t pick up hitchhikers. And those who do…
Well…”
“Sickos, I know. Oh, by the way, speaking of Nestle’, I got
some chocolates here. You want some?”
David pulled out a pack of chocolate and gave some to Dawn.
“Hmm… Nestle’.” Dawn said puzzlingly.
“They’re good.” David smiled.
“But you just said…”
“Hey, I’m just saying, you gotta know where your bread comes
from. I didn’t say you shouldn’t eat it. What, you think I’m
one of these tree huggers and vegans who ban fucking grapes
and stuff?”
“Banning grapes? What? Look, it’s people, okay? How can you
preach me about how big corporations kill people and then
sponsor those companies?”
David laughed. “Give me a break! You can’t escape it! Look
at the world. You can escape it. Do you drink coffee? What
about your husband, did he buy you a wedding ring? A diamond
ring? Patrol? In the end it all adds up. Telephone companies
start revolutions. Oil companies start wars. Some of YOUR
money goes to the hands of people who sponsor wars and
slavery just to get more money. Someone’s hand was chopped
off so that some Jewel store could offer your hubby the
widest options possible for jewelry. Besides, won’t your
coffee taste better now, knowing they’re forbidden fruit?”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Well, you still go to fancy-shmansy hotels now and then,
don’t you? You know how many of those the mob built?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
Dawn was relieved as her cellular started ringing. She was
practically saved by the bell. She could see it was a call
from her house.
“Hi, Stan. No, sorry, I forgot. Listen, I sort of got the
car broken but there’s a nice man giving me a lift, okay?
Tell the kids I love them and I’ll be home soon, okay? Okay,
love you too. Bye!”
To her relief, David changed the subject as soon as she got
off the phone.
“So, was that your husband?”
“Yeah. He’s so understanding. That’s amazing.”
“What’s to understand?”
“You know…” She said shyly.
David looked at Dawn briefly. He could see she was
embarrassed. “How many kids you have again? Two?”
“Well, Samantha is going to be 6 next month, and Daniel is
18 months old now.”
“Daniel. That’s a pretty name.” David said monotonically.
He hasn’t heard that name in days, which was weird since it
was identical to his own. Danny. Dan Whitman. Good Ole Danny
Whitman. Well, he couldn’t use that now when he was a
criminal at large.
He bumped into this woman by accident and thought she would
be a great diversion if anyone were looking for him. A
couple riding together is not as suspicious as a man on his
own. Then again, he did not alter his looks or his car, so
what the fuck difference did it make?
As he was talking to this woman his urge was rising again.
She was not as young as the others, which was good. He did
not want to rape only teens for too long now when he’s on
the run. Did not want the trail to be that obvious. If it
were up to him there wouldn’t even be a trail, but it was
stronger than him. The bitch didn’t even notice where they
were going. He wondered how long it would take her to grasp
what was going on.
“Oh, crap!”
“What?” Dan asked.
“My battery.”
Dawn started dialing again. “Stan? Listen, my battery is
weak. I’m turning the phone off. No… Stan… Don’t worry. I’ll
be home in a couple of hours. Okay, love you, baby.”
Dawn hung off the phone. “So, where are we going?”
“Don’t worry.” Dan said. “I know what I’m doing.”
Dawn was getting stressed out, but kept telling herself it’s
nothing. So far this man has been nothing but a perfect
gentleman.
“So, Dan. Do you have any kids of your own?”
“I had one girl. She died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay. Hey, Dawn, you wanna see a photo? I got one
right here.”
He leaned to the glove compartment, opened it up, and before
Dawn knew it, he lifted a stun gun and zapped her.
*******************************************
When she came to, it took Dawn a few seconds to recall what
has happened. She remembered David zapping her. Then there
were some punches that made her pass out completely. Maybe,
she wasn’t sure. She tried to move her hands but they were
tied behind her back. At the same time she realized she was
still in the car. All the thoughts and recollections entered
her brain all at once as she laid in the seat without
moving. Then she turned to her left in panic and looked at
David.
“Good morning, Dawn!”
He was sitting next to her in the driver’s seat, looking
outside. She looked around and realized they were parked in
an orchard. There were Orange and Lemon trees to their right
and left, all around them.
“I haven’t been her since I was a boy. This place hasn’t
changed much.”
“Please, David, please let me go.”
“Sure. Right after I’m done with you.”
She felt fingers entering her pussy, and then realized she
had no pants and panties on.
“Oh, god, please!” She cried helplessly, “David, let me go!”
“My name is not David. And you’re not as pretty as I would
like. But you’ll do.”
Dan took his fingers out of her, moved down the back of her
seat so she would lie down, and climbed on top of her. As he
started kissing her she did not move, didn’t struggle back.
She just let him do it. She was terrified, praying silently
for god to let her live through this. She closed her eyes.
She felt Dan taking off his underpants, felt his cock
getting hard, rubbing against her cunt, felt his hands move
on her hips, rubbing them.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. “Just be a good g irl.”
“NOOO!!!” She cried and begged as she felt his cock slowly
slipping between her cunt walls. “Oh, god, please, not in
there. Not there!” Dawn was devastated. It was one thing
making her do things, like kiss him, even suck him, or even
letting him finger her, but this, taking her most private of
parts, this was the most horrible thing he could do. She
looked at the ceiling of the car and started crying, knowing
there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Dan found her attractive, but for some reason he had trouble
getting a hardon. He tried thinking of the other girls, but
it didn’t work. Then he thought of a blond girl he once
knew. Early twenties, short blond hair, blue eyes. He
imagined himself on a boat in the middle of the ocean,
bending this girl on the rail, fucking her ass. Then he
slammed into Dawn’s cunt.
Dawn cried louder, begging again for mercy: “No, please! I
can’t! You can’t do this to me!”
The screams just made Dan hotter and he continued to ram
into her.
He opened her blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra.
He leaned her up and moved the blouse backwards, revealing
Dawn’s shoulders. He kissed her neck and shoulders
passionately as he moved his hands down her back, tearing
the blouse, feeling the warmth of her bare back.
Dawn’s thoughts drifted. She thought of her little boy, and
knew she had to do anything possible in order to come back
home to him. She could not let him live without a mother.
She tried to think of her life and her family as this man
pounded into her. She tried to stay focused but the pain was
too much. She lost all track of time as he kept abusing her,
twisting her nipples through the bra, and then tearing it
with his teeth, nibbling on her sensitive defenseless
nipples. She was not even sure she was conscious when it
happened. She was not sure she was conscious throughout the
rape. After about 30 minutes, or maybe an hour of rape, she
felt hot cum inside of her. She did not even notice he was
about to cum. She just closed her eyes and thanked god for
it.
Soon enough she realized how wrong she was, when Dan grabbed
her by the hair and dragged out of the vehicle. He kicked
her in the stomach, and as she fell, he kicked her again and
again.
Dan started walking back to his car, leaving her on the
ground. As he headed back she spotted a glistening object in
his hand. It was a knife.
“No!” Dawn begged. “Please, oh, god, don’t kill me!”
She saw his sadistic smile as he approached her. He raised
the knife, got behind her, and then, just as she stared
straight ahead in terror, he started cutting the duct tape
he previously put on her arms. He then got in front of her,
his limp organ right in front of her tear-filled eyes. He
grabbed her head and put the knife right on her throat.
“Okay, now, I need to be hard again.”
She wanted to say something, she wanted to ask him if he
hadn’t had enough. She wanted to address his humane side,
but the cold blade on her neck made the situation clear to
her.
“Okay.” She said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I will do it.”
“Say it.”
“I said I’ll do it.”
“You know what I want to hear, cunt!”
She felt him pushing the knife just a little under her
throat, felt the stinging sensation as the cold metal broke
the skin. “Okay. I will suck your cock. I will suck it hard,
and I will not stop until you tell me to.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Dan grabbed her hair and pushed her head to his crouch. He
smiled as he felt her tongue running up and down his vein.
He saw her opening up her lips and taking his cock in as she
shut her eyes tight with disgust. Nevertheless, it was
obvious she’s done it before. Hell, she was even better than
Linda. He was surprised by that thought. He felt almost as
if he was cheating on her. Raping those little girls is one
thing, but admitting that anyone gives a blowjob better than
Linda was something he felt uncomfortable with.
Dan let himself drown in thoughts of the past few days as
she wrapped her lips around his cock and started moving
them. He thought of his wife and little girl who have
probably reported to the police of his disappearance. He
thought about the hot little pussies he had, especially
little Jamie who drove him over the edge. Maybe this is why
this bitch didn’t feel as hot. He gave everything he had to
Jamie. Thinking of Jamie was enough to get him hot and hard
again. Once again he felt his cock on the verge of
exploding. And then something funny happened. The two worlds
he’s been living in, the two masks, collided. Suddenly it
was not Jamie or Dawn sucking on his cock. In his mind, it
was Jenny. He got even more aroused now, thinking of his
little girl giving him a head. He tried to block it for
years but knew it was in him.
Oh, hell, forget about it. It’s all gone now. He ran away so
he won’t have to think of Jenny, so he won’t have to lead
his family down that pit he was heading towards. He was here
in order to fuck Dawn, not Jen.
He grabbed Dawn’s hair once again and pulled her face away
from him, ordering her to get up. He kept his hand in her
hair and his knife on her neck as he led her to the front of
her car, forcing her to bend over on the engine.
“Do you know what I’m about to do now, cunt?” He asked as he
slowly moved the knife down Dawn’s back.
“No! Please!”
Dan smiled and threw the knife away and opened up her ass
cheeks. I know you got a dry ass but I’ll get it wet soon.
She cried out in pain and agony as Dan got into her ass with
one thrust. He was laughing like a maniac as she kept on
weeping.
“Please, why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I’m an addict. And I will do it again.” He said in
a rare moment of honesty.
He started thrusting his cock inside of her, leaning his
body on hers, resting himself. He liked that woman. She
truly had a mother’s personality. Her hubby must have been
feeling lucky. Dan sure felt comfortable laying on her. It
made him feel safe knowing she was all his. He felt
fulfillment with each moan and gasp he got out of that
woman. Eventually, despite of the pain, she settled down.
She didn’t put any fight, but endured what was coming to
her.
Dawn laid there in silence, like a piece of meat, waiting
for the excruciating pain to end. She slowly drifted into
unconsciousness.
After more than fifteen minutes of ass fucking, Dan laughed
as he realized she passed out. He had no idea how long she’s
been that way, and he didn’t care. He thrust harder and
came. She wasn’t exactly “there” to feel it but that was
okay. It’s more fun to abuse younger women anyway. He just
picked her because she was what’s available now when he did
not have a steady hunting ground, and besides, he needed to
break the pattern a little if he wanted to conceal where he
was going. He threw the piece of meat known as Dawn on to
the ground and got on top of her, kissing and licking her,
trying to get hard again for one last pussy fucking before
leaving her.
*******************************************
When Dawn got up she noticed the car was gone. Her clothes
were thrown next to her. Her luggage, just small things she
took from the car, was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her
clothes and started putting them on. The shirt was
completely torn, and it was hard covering her body with it.
Her pants were intact since they were taken off during the
first time she was passed out. Her panties though were
nowhere to be found. Dawn remained seated on the ground,
holding her pants, her bare ass touching the cold ground,
her blouse partially covering her torso and breasts as the
cool wind tickled her nipples.
She was just sitting there, looking at the sunset, when she
suddenly came. She did not know why, and she didn’t care.
She was ashamed, but it did not matter. She was alive, and
soon she’ll see the face of her beloved Daniel.
**********************************************
Daniel Whitman was driving his car, sniffing the panties,
and threw them aside. He looked at the sunset and once again
thought about the events he’s been through, and what’s to
come. He knew he should get the plates changed, and maybe
get a new travel companion, just to conceal his identity
better. Hell, maybe one he won’t rape, if that’s even
possible.
He wondered if the cops knew who to go after, if they
connected all the dots. He came as he thought of the
excitement of the chase, of being the hunted instead of the
hunter. He felt like Dr. Kimble from “The Fugitive”, running
around all throughout this great country with the
authorities on his tail.
As he continued to travel throughout Monroe county, he
wondered who his “Gerard” would be.
*******************************************
Lee Watson was sitting on his desk, throwing a ping-pong
ball in the air and catching it, going in his mind over the
case of the serial rapist from North Grant.
Jake Felder, a rookie in the Sex Crime Unit, passed by him.
“Hey, Jakey, how’s it hanging?”
“Got my first case as a primary.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Some woman was found on the side of the road near an
orchard, trying to get a ride, saying she was raped. This
old couple picked her up and brought her here. The fucker
raped her till she was unconscious and left her to rot.”
“Scumbag.” Watson mumbled.
“Well,” Felder said. “I’ll nail him. So, Lee, how about that
case in North Grant?”
“Oh, there hasn’t been a rape for days. If he’s smart, I’m
counting on him to change crime scene. Guess I have to wait
till he acts again.”
Felder smiled. “I have a feeling this fucker won’t
disappoint you. But when he does it again you’ll be there to
nail his ass. Nothing gets past you.”
“Damn straight.” Lee said, as the rookie went out to
investigate Dawn’s rape.
Lee was frustrated that the rapist of Jamie Ralston did not
strike again. All he could do is wait. He grabbed the
ping-pong ball, and threw it once again in the air. |
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