From abc@efg.hij Tue Dec 03 17:59:07 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Tresspassing Green (M/F  MMMMM/F  NC)
From: Dark Ice <abc@efg.hij>
Date: Tue, 03 Dec 1996 22:59:07 +0000

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual acts many of which are 			             
non-consensual, If you are offended by this sort of materials, or if you are under the legal 
age, stop reading now.  All characters described in the stories are fictional.
   



			                                   		TRESPASSING GREEN	

Chapter One


It all seemed to happen after the Green Lighting.  All those attacks.  All similar in styles. 
All happened at the same location, a scenic Riverfront Park next to the L University football 
stadium.  The Park was easily the most popular jogging spot in town.  The bike/jogging trail 
was long and well-paved, running through a small but beautiful forest to the football 
stadium.  With the Stadium Branch Police Office close by and no history of major criminal 
incident, it was not uncommon to find joggers - even female joggers - exercise their calories 
away after dark.  The Riverfront Park was considered to be a very safe place, that was, until 
about a weeks ago.
	    The jogging trail was now practically empty, even during the middle of day.  In a short 
stretch of four days a week ago, three rapes were reported.  Like most attacks, all of these 
incidents happened after dark.  All victims reported being dragged from behind into the 
forest, victims struggled but were all overwhelmed by the force of their attackers.  One 
victim described her ordeal "like wrestle with someone in a dark sea of tree leaves."  The 
most intrigued fact was that all three victims had difficulty recall the details of their 
attacks afterward.  According to the victims, sometime during their struggle, a thick 
spit-like substance were squirt onto their faces.  Seconds later, the victims were drugged 
into a dazed state and they vaguely remembered feeling someone, or men, mercilessly raped 
these poor girls.  One female jogger, a 19-year-old student at the University, fell 
unconscious completely during the attack.  All regained their conscious hours later, and were 
able to walk to the hospital or home by themselves..... 
	    At the point, the police didn't have any strong leads to the serial rapist or rapists at 
large.  All joggers were advised to avoid the Riverfront Park after the dark and jogging 
along at any time in the Park was strongly warned against.

*********

Cindy was new in town.  Actually, she wasn't really new since she attended L University three 
years ago.  After working in New York for a few years and hated every single second of the 
big city life style, she was now ready to start her life at this small college town.  She 
needed to feel the fresh air.  The tall trees.  The clear river.  Having just gotten off the 
plane few hours ago, the very first thing she wanted to do was go jogging, at her old favor 
spot, the Riverfront Park.  She wanted to exercise her jet lag away before tonight's dinner 
with her old sorority sisters.  Unfortunately, poor Cindy had no idea about those recent 
rapes.
	    It was almost five when she got to the park.  The sun was just about to disappear into 
the other side of the horizon.  Strange, she thought as she found no other joggers around.  
Her big city instinct immediately tell her that the something was wrong.  This place used to 
be so crowded, even during this time of the day.  In fact, Cindy was hoping to bump into 
someone she knows.  Remembering how safe this place were because of the nearby police 
station, she didn't think much of her instinct.  Besides, she thought, three years of living 
at a not-so-safe neighborhood in New York and nothing bad had ever happened to me, what were 
the odds that the lighting would strike me right now.  So off Cindy went into the bike trail.
	Just few minutes into her run, Cindy suddenly felt a tight grip wrapped around her waist.  
It happened so quickly, she jumped.  Before she could react, another hand grabbed her left 
upper-arm, with a quick powerful jerk, pinned her left arm tight to her hip.  She whimpered 
and tried to twist away.  By some kind of reaction, she kicked backward with all her might.
	    Nothing!  Her kick landed on nothing!
	    Before she had time to turn around, she felt a violent jerk from the grip around her 
waist and she flew backward off the trail.  
	    She landed hard on her back, about 10 feet away from the bike trail.  If it weren't for 
the thick branches and leaves on the ground, that fall would certainly have broken her tail 
bone.  Now it was getting dark in the middle of the forest and she was dragged deeper into 
the forest.  Cindy could hardly made out her surrounding.  It was dark, and green, all around 
her.  The ground was cold and damp.
	    Another strong hand grabbed her left calf.  No, it didn't feel like an arm.  It felt 
like a rope.  A damn rope!  Cindy struggled but the grip was too tight and too strong.  Her 
tried to twist free of the grip on her waist but the grip only got tighter, and it become 
painful.  She was wrestling with someone in the middle of tall trees and thick bush.  Pitch 
black.
	    Puff!
	    A load of gooey substance with a awful smell hit her face.  It felt like a mixture of 
vapor and spit-like substance.  And that terrible smell!  Smelled like rotten eggs mix with 
strong alcohol!  Instantaneously, all the tight grips on her felt  loosened all at once.  
Cindy tried to get up and run, but suddenly felt extremely dizzy.  Her head was swirling and 
the sensation of being drunk and stoned at the same time overwhelmed her.  Cindy's vision 
began to blur, not that it'd have make any difference since the surrounding was blinding 
dark.  
	    As if the attacker used a sharp knife, her large white T-shirt, along with the sports 
bra underneath, was cut open in one smooth stroke.  Her firm, perfectly-rounded breasts 
revealed completely to her attacker.  A slimy cold thing, a tongue maybe, began encircling 
her right nipple.  Dazed and confused, her nipple hardened immediately.
	    "No.  Oh God, don't...." 
    	While what felt like a slimy tongue was working on her right nipple, leaving circles of 
mucus trace along the way, Cindy felt another slimy, cold organ encircled her left nipple.  
It begun to suck on the right nipple.  Her heart sunk as she realized that there were more 
than one attacker.  She was horrified at the thought of being gang raped in this dark forest, 
yet her body was too weak and her mind too dazed to offer much struggle.  She tried but was 
unable to scream.  
    	The disgusting slimy semi-liquid, figured to be saliva, now covering all over both of 
her breasts and gradually oozed down toward her flat stomach.  Her vision became even more 
blurry.  Suddenly, Cindy felt her lower body was left off the ground.  She whimpered as her 
neon-pink shorts was sliding down to her ankles.  With a violent jerk, Cindy's white panty 
was tore away.  Her blonde triangle and pink flesh were now exposed to the mercy of her 
attackers.  Tears fell as the poor girl knew her worst nightmare was about to begin.
	    Noooo, she cried in her semi-conscious mind, please stop!  Don't let them do this to me!
    	Still unable to put up much resistance, she felt a slimy rod begun to slide up and down 
the outer slits of her vagina.  With each up and down rubbing motion, Cindy could sense the 
object that were about to enter was huge!  It was bumpy but extremely slippery ; she begged 
for her attacker to stop.  But without a word, the cock began to penetrate her defenseless 
cunt.    Although far from being inexperienced sexually, Cindy felt the pain as the giant 
cock stretched her cunt to a size she hadn't experienced.  Thankfully the cock was very well 
lubricated.  In fact, it felt unnaturally slimy, as if someone had poured some type of 
jellylike mucus all over it.  Yet the pain was so real in her half-conscious mind.
	    "Arrrrrrrrrgh!  No.  Oh, Oh, No.  Please stop...." she cried in a silent scream.  But 
the stroking only seemed to pick up some speed.  In and out.  In and out.  Getting faster and 
seemingly harder with each stroke.  The slimy seminal fluid dripped through her anus crack.
	    The poor girl couldn't believe what was happening to her.  The worst part was that she 
couldn't offer the slightest resistance as she was being raped mercilessly between her young 
legs.  Despite being in a drugged state, she couldn't ignored the pain and the sense of 
humiliation.  She prayed for complete unconsciousness, for who knows how long this ordeal 
would last.
	     The endless in-and-out motion persisted for what seemed to Cindy like an eternity, 
accompanying by two sucking motions on her now well-lubricated breasts.  Cindy no longer felt 
the physical pain as her cunt was now comfortably stretched to a new max.  Her head continued 
to spin.  She wanted to vomit. 
    	"No.  Please.... Stop... I.."  Tears, mixing with sweats, continued to roll down her 
cheek.  Pumping in and out, as the bumpy rod slide deeper and deeper into her vagina.
    	Cold!  Her attacker's rod was freezing cold!  Cindy felt as if she was being raped by a 
popsicle.  A giant, slimy popsicle sliding in and out of her helpless cunt.
	    All of the sudden her mind went black.  She got what she was praying for.
    	Cindy passed out in the middle of the attack.

	
*********

Mimi was sitting at the end of the corner table in the crowded cafeteria, alone.  Always 
alone.  Always just her lunch and books.  She was oblivious to her surroundings‹a table of 
football athletes with their loud talks, cheerleaders with their giggling rumors, small food 
fights, paper planes.  A room filled with chaos.  Mimi didn't have any friend at school, and 
she didn't seem to care.  Not that Mimi was unattractive.  On the contrary, she was one of 
the prettiest girl at L High School.  Long wavy blonde hair, marble green eyes, slim legs, 
well developed body for her age.  Boys stay away from her, not so much because of her looks, 
but because of her intelligent; Mimi was a exceptional bright girl.
	    As a sophomore, she score an 1570 on her SAT, highest mark even achieved in the history 
of L High.  Although only a junior, there was very little doubt as to who was to be the 
valedictorian of next year's graduating class.  No one even came close in terms of scholastic 
achievements.  Half of her classes were APs and the other half at L University, all upper 
divisions.  But it was not all brain that intimidated the boys, Mimi's attitude hadn't won 
her any popularity contest either.  She was known to be cold and arrogant.  Consequently, she 
was stuck with the nickname "Ice Queen of Harvard" but didn't seem to mind it at all.  The 
teenager had only one goal right now.
	    Harvard.
	
    	Across from Mimi was the usual Journalist Club table.  Six or seven of them always sit 
in the same spot, chatting about the news and th
P
the rape last night?"  asked Bobby, the skinny senior editor.
	    "Shit, no way, another one?"  
    	"Yeah, fourth one in only one week," replied Bobby.  "Pretty scary, eh?"
    	"I haven't heard anything," Wendy the redhead said.  "You're sure about that?"
    	"Of course!  I overheard my dad and my brothers talked about it late last night, down in 
the living room," continued Bobby, "the cops are keeping it tight for now."  	
	    Bobby's father and two older brothers are policemen.
	    "And get this," he went on, "the cops think it's the same guy, they all took place at 
the Riverfront Park....."
	    "Same place?" Wendy interrupted him.  "Someone actually went there, after all those 
attacks last week?"
	    "Well yeah, apparently,"  replied Bobby, "she just moved here and didn't know about 
that.  Talking about bad luck.  Anyway, get this, they checked her at the hospital last 
night, and you know what?  They didn't find anything.  I mean there was cuts and bloods and 
other stuffs, but everything they could find was from the victim.  Nothing from the attacker.  
No blood or sperm or anything."
	    "Hey, maybe he practices safe sex," giggled Jake, the fat and obnoxious junior.  Wendy 
frowned in disgust.
	    "No, I'm serious.  They said the attack scene was pretty fucked-up.  Lots of signs of 
struggle, you know.  But no finger prints or any other hard evidence.  It's pretty amazing 
that so far no hard evidence, you know, like little personal articles that the attackers 
might have accidentally dropped during the attack, are found in all these rapes......"
	    "I know," interrupted Wendy again, "my parents are so afraid, they wouldn't let me go 
anywhere near the Park, not even when I'm with a whole bunch of people."
	    "Don't worry about it," said Jake, "no one would want to attack YOU anyway."
	    "Oh, shut up!" Wendy snapped.
	    "Hey c'mon guys," continued Bobby, "there is more.  Anyway, my brothers were saying that 
don't you think it's such a coincident that all these attacks happened after that Green 
Lighting thing?  Some people in the station actually think there is a connection."
	    "I saw it, that Green Lighting," a freshman boy jumped in. "I was there at the stadium 
that night with my dad.  Everyone at the game saw it.  We all thought it was some kinda fire 
work show at first, but it was such a weird timing because it happened during the play, not 
at half time, you know what I'm saying?  It was pretty awesome, though, like a lighting 
thunder except it's bright green and no sound, and it went on for at least 20 seconds....."
	    "Oh, oh, I know why," said Jake, giggling to himself.  "Must be some alien ship landed 
at the Park, looking for young earth females to fulfill their sexual fantasies."
	    Jake tiled his chair backward, turning his head toward the table behind.  "So what ya 
think, Miss Harvard?"
	
	    Mimi gave him a dirty look and ignored his question.  Who cares, Mimi thought,  it was 
the victim's stupid fault for being there at the first place anyway.  Besides, Mimi knew she 
had more important thing to worry about, such as her new job at the lab, starting next week 
at L University.  She was anxious about this job because she knew she needs to impress the 
professor.  Despite her awesome scholastic records, Mimi was worried about her goal.  Her 
grades and SAT score were certainly good enough for Harvard, but she didn't have much other 
extracurricular involvement to show, and that made her very insecure.  She knew she needed 
some connections.  
	    She knew about Professor Thurlington at L University for a long time.  A Harvard Ph. D, 
famous for his brilliant researches and his self-righteous arrogance.  He was well connected 
with his alma  mater and guest lectured there often.  Mimi knew that one letter from him 
would top ten varsity letters at school for the ticket to Harvard.  After more than a year of 
pestering, Professor finally gave in and let the high school teen work at his lab.  Mimi knew 
there was now only one thing left to do: she needs to impress him.  She needs his letter of 
recommendation.  

*********

Sara Thurlington didn't like the fact that Thomas, her cocky husband, was going jogging at 
the Park this morning.  It was one of his daily routine.  But she knew she couldn't change 
his mind once her husband decided to do something, in fact, nobody could.  It was such a 
dominating personality that Sara found so attractive when they were younger, but now, 12 long 
years later, she faced a almost daily struggle of whether she had reach her maximum level of 
tolerance toward this arrogant human being.  
    	Still, Sara cared about her husband.  She still worried for him.  But it made her eased 
by the fact that her husband had a jogging partner, not just any partner, but Sheriff 
Jackson.  If he was going to put yourself in danger, Sara thought, what would be better than 
having a partner like the police sheriff to go with you.  
    	"A Biology professor and a sheriff.  What an odd couple," she sighed.

    	Both men stopped jogging when the dog suddenly barked furiously toward the bush, 
decorated with the yellow "DO NOT TRESPASS" police warning ribbons.  
	   "Hey easy girl!  Easy!" shouted Sheriff Jackson, trying to control his dog.  But the 
barking continued.
	   "What's going on, Nate?  What's up with your dog?" asked Professor Thurlington.
	   "Got me.  She usually doesn't go this crazy, unless," replied the Sheriff, "she found 
drugs or bombs; she is trained to sniff out these stuffs."
	    "Hum.  Say, so here is it, huh, the attack two nights ago," the Professor said.  "Way to 
be discrete about the whole case, buddy.  With all these yellow ropes, I'd have never guessed 
it.."
	    "Well, we were going to try to keep it quiet.  Didn't want to start a chaos or any sort.  
But you know those TV people, they somehow got the leak and.. well, you know the rest.  But 
we did manage to comb the whole place pretty well yesterday, though."
	    Seeing her master was ignoring her barking, the dog calmed down somewhat.  Three of them 
crossed the yellow ribbons into the forest.
	   "So what did you guys find?" asked the Professor, surveying the scene.
	   "Nothing useful really," the Sheriff said.  "No a damn thing!  All the blood and fluid 
samples matched only to the victim.  No semen.  Nothing.  As you can see, there is a pretty 
clear sign of struggling here, but we can't find a damn footprint or finger print, or any 
other suspicious materials.  All materials we gathered belong to the victim.  This is one 
clever son of bitch we are dealing with, I'm telling you."
	   While he was looking around, the Professor saw the dog sniffing at some small mashed 
green leave pile.  He came closer and saw a small, almost seaweed-like, green plant on the 
top of the leaf pile the dog was sniffing at.
	   He picked it up and shook the dead leaves off, examining more closely at this 
volleyball-size plant.  It seemed to be dying with shriveled outer seaweed-like leaves, a 
muddy soft ball shaped root (at least it looked like its root), and a flower that resembled 
very closely to that of a Venus Fly Trap.
	   "Yo, Doc, what you got there?"
   	"I'm.. not... sure...  I'm not sure, if I've seen a plant like this before."  Professor 
Thurlington sounded almost excited.


(To be continued......)

