This fictional story contains violence and graphic descriptions
of rape. It does not condone rape; an act of dominance which is
odious and repugnant. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely
coincidental.


The Tragic Consequences of Indifference

By Romany

(Violence, M/g, M/F, rape, i/r)

SATURDAY

Tiffany Hogan didn�t really want to go to the party. After all,
she wasn�t a close friend of Connie Baxter�s. More of a partial
acquaintance through her father and Connie�s father playing golf
together. And it became clear on arrival at the party, that
Saturday afternoon that Tiffany was a last minute invitee because
one of Connie�s closest friends had cried off when she came down
with a head cold. Tiffany had met Connie only a handful of times
and recalled Connie was spoiled and quite diffident towards her
in the past; often making oblique comments about Tiffany�s
clothes and her lack of physical maturity. Tiffany conceded that
the now thirteen year old Connie was quite well developed for her
age though she also felt Connie was somewhat mousey in appearance
despite the expensive clothes and hoity demeanor she showed. For
her own part, Tiffany had two more months to go before she too
became a teenager but she was comforted by the fact that she was
now through puberty and that there was more than a semblance of
womanly shape to her figure. In fact to the casual observer,
Tiffany was a very pretty young girl in contrast to Connie who
fitted Tiffany�s own summation of being mousey. Tiffany had long
straight, fine blond hair. She looked like a young Mia Farrow;
almost the helpless slender waif look. But she was in fact a very
intelligent and sometimes headstrong young girl. There was the
hint of fading freckles on her pale complexion and her deep green
eyes were always bright and darting with interest for what was
going on around her.

The party dragged for Tiffany. Connie�s mother patronized her
something awful, in an attempt to make her feel welcome. For her
part Connie behaved like the spoiled bitch she was, culminating
in an oblique dismissal of the gift Tiffany�s mother had hastily
rustled up when the late invitation to the party was made that
morning. The small vanity case she purchased at Wal-Mart on the
way to drop Tiffany at the party was the best she could do; not
knowing what the party girl already had and somewhat stumped as
to what to buy. Of course Connie felt the need to display a
similar size vanity case that was a Louis Vuitton. This made
Tiffany feel cheap and embarrassed at the gift. So for the bulk
of the afternoon she drifted on the outer ring of Connie�s
friends; all of whom came from comfortable middle class families.
While Tiffany�s family was considered well to do, their outward
appearance belied the standard of living provided by her parents.
The wrong presumption was they were not as well heeled as some of
the other families represented by the other seven girls at the
party. Tiffany�s mother Carol felt her daughter�s obvious
discomfort immediately she noted the off-hand greeting by Connie
and her friends. For her part Carol was more than a little miffed
at the rather superior attitude of Connie�s mother, Marilyn. To
Carol, Marilyn was not someone she could warm to. This was in
contrast to their husbands� friendship.

The Baxter�s apartment was the once glamorous penthouse of the
recently refurbished art deco, eight story brownstone apartment
building. Rather than level it, the owner had redeveloped the
interior d�cor of the spacious apartments and the Baxter�s
enjoyed the largest and most prized top story unit. This afforded
them four bedrooms where the norm was three; a large spacious
living area and a small balcony garden from which to stand and
survey the seaside town and the ocean view beyond. The original
basement housed a coal fired furnace for the central heating;
since replaced by a modern gas furnace. It was via the old coal
chute doors that Abe Dudgeon found unsecured, on the cold late
September afternoon a week earlier, that he had found a way into
the building. Abe found the basement of the building clean and
warm. The floors had been sealed during the refurbishment to
prevent rising damp, and the stripping out of the old boiler
system had left a more open room with only the new gas fired unit
to one side and the electrical plant switchboard on the adjacent
wall. In the heyday of this building there was a medium sized
superintendent�s office to the side beyond the furnace room. It
was warm and dry and Abe transported an old mattress and some
bedding he scrounged from a welfare shop specializing in
supporting hard up families. He had turned the super�s office
into a warm dry passable bedroom. He was careful how he came and
went to make sure he wasn�t spotted. The way the building was
situated off the alley behind meant very limited foot traffic so
a low probability of peering eyes seeing him enter and leave the
building.

Abe was running from the law; and the social services were
chasing him for child support. Abe, at fifty three years of age,
had had two legal wives and a series of common law wives, by all
of whom he�d had a total of seven kids. His most recent partner
had kicked him out when she caught Abe working up to score with
her young daughter from a previous relationship. She had
surprised Abe, naked from the waist, standing beside the teen�s
bed; his back to the doorway where she could tell the girl was
obviously handling her partner�s large black cock. Retribution
was swift and within minutes, and accompanied by hysterical
screaming and cussing, Abe was literally thrown out of their
squalid apartment.

Abe was not a large main though tallish and wiry. He was one of
those black men that had thin lips and an almost aquiline thin
nose.  He was balding with a prominent forehead and thin face. He
had been a good looking man in younger days and always had a way
with the girls and in later life, after he was first married; he
began having affairs that subsequently wrecked two marriages and
a number of his live-in relationships that followed. He had done
time for statutory rape and currently he was wanted for petty
larceny and burglary. His past history caught up on him when his
fingerprints were found at the scene of a burglary of a small
pizzeria near where he had recently lived. Abe still had some two
hundred dollars of the proceeds of the burglary but was carefully
watching his spending as he slipped north away from Baltimore. He
was resigned to never going back to that bitch Tonya. She�d have
his balls while he slept.

The party on the top floor was mercifully winding to a close at
about four thirty. Tiffany had been glancing at her watch for
some time now. Waiting for her mother to appear at five o�clock
and take her away from this hell she was suffering. So it came as
some surprise when Marilyn Baxter announced loudly that the girls
needed to make their way to the ground floor and she would be
waiting for them in the mini van to take them to the movies.
Tiffany was not aware that the movies were a part of the deal but
it now became clearer as to why, because she had heard two of the
girls sniggering to Connie about two boys they were supposedly
meeting there. It was evident the boys had been primed to meet
the girls at the movies after Connie�s mother left the girls for
the duration of the picture show. Tiffany twice tried to make it
clear to Mrs. Baxter that she would not be going but as usual the
loud brash woman did not listen to the preteen�s protestations
and assertion her mother was coming to collect her at five.
Amidst the usual giggling and chattering the seven girls could
make, the party guests all moved rapidly to the elevator. As if
to underscore Tiffany�s place in the pecking order, she found
herself standing alone as the rest of the girls rode the elevator
to the lobby as the tiny car was full. T was one of those old
style elevators that you pulled a double concertina mesh door
closed and rotated a handle to the appropriate floor number on a
brass plaque. The building owner had left this original elevator,
in keeping with the age and d�cor of the refurbished building.

Tiffany called the car and eventually she could hear the clunking
and rumbling of the antiquated elevator and it soon arrived at
the pent house level. She opened the door and let herself in,
closing it with a loud metallic clang, and rotated the lever to
the lower level. But instead of stopping at the lobby, the
ancient elevator went down to basement level. This was a
perennial problem with the aging controls; that numerous attempts
to correct had failed to remove the problem completely. She
realised the problem immediately, peering through the diagonal
diamond gaps in the mesh at the drab interior of the basement.
She rotated the lever to the lobby but it sat at basement level
without moving. She tried selecting several other floors in the
hope the elevator would respond and at least move off the
basement level. But after several minutes of attempting to get
the elevator to go to any floor, she realised she was not going
anywhere in this car. What she didn�t know was that any other
floor calling the car, would see it rumble into life as it
should. Patience on her part would eventually see someone call
the elevator with her inside, to that floor where the call was
made from. But instead, being the independent girl she was, she
stepped from the car in the belief there would be stairs she
could use to trudge up to the lobby and rendezvous with her
mother. She stepped out of the car and slid the elevator door
closed behind her. She walked around the basement area and noted
a green steel door. But no door labeled Exit as she had
anticipated would be there, to lead to stairs. She walked to the
green door which was ajar by a few inches, and with some effort,
pulled it open. She peered inside and in the dim light of the
switchboard lights she noted it was a power and furnace room. It
was very warm inside the room. Believing the exit she searched
for might be off this room she stepped inside and after her eyes
were better used to the gloom, she walked slowly around the
cavernous room looking for the door she sought to find stairs
behind. The low rumble of the furnace and the buzz of electricity
from the switchboard masked the sound of the ancient elevator
leaving the basement level in the room from where she had just
come from. Some resident was calling it to the third floor.

Tiffany finally spied a door which was the door to the super
office. Believing it was the door to the stairs she was searching
for; she walked quickly towards it and prised it open. It opened
outwards so she was partially obscured by it as she pulled it
open. Unlike the furnace door this was a simple wooden door and
opened easily. It was the weak light from the furnace room
partially lighting up the gloomy wall and door of the interior of
the super�s room that attracted Abe�s attention. Abe�s room
itself was lit by a single low wattage bulb hanging just above
head height which barely illuminated the floor level of the walls
of the room. Seeing the light appear in the opening doorway, and
believing he was about to be discovered, Abe sped to the side of
the doorway and flattened himself against the wall and waited
with bated breath to see who would walk into his bedroom. Tiffany
stepped into the room and before realizing it was a young preteen
girl, Abe lashed out with his fist and struck the side of the
head that poked through the gap.

Tiffany saw a bright flash and a pang of pain in her head and she
fell forward to the concrete floor, striking her head as she
fell. She was out cold. When she came around, someone was pinning
her down and as her head cleared and the befuddlement left her
mind, the horror of her situation became apparent. There was a
sharp nagging pain between her legs that she tried to twist and
turn her body to escape. But she couldn�t. She was pinned and she
realised the awful terrible truth. She was being raped. Forcibly
penetrated in her most intimate spot by some huge stretching
object. She could hear the ragged groans and breathing of the
rapist as he labored vigorously over her young body. She felt the
air against her lower body and legs and realized she was naked
from the waist down, yet the rapist had a hand up inside her
shirt and training bra and was roughly working at her young
breasts. She could hear the obscene grunting and panting as the
rapist toiled over her body; slapping his thighs against hers as
he scoured her innermost intimate parts. The agonizing pain rose
and fell as he hit her insides, banging at her cervix and
stretching her once virginal opening. She screamed her lungs as
loudly as she could. But her brain had succumbed to the terror
the situation was providing her. Her scream was silent and
unheard and she slowly descended into a catatonic trancelike
state as the awful reality consumed her mind. All of her strong
will and feisty attitude, driven from her conscious being as the
large cock of the adult black man pushing himself deeper into her
tight recess, drove any fight she may have had from her mind.

Carol Hogan stood in front of the aging elevator and pushed the
Call button. She wondered how Tiffany had fitted in with the
girls at the party. Tiffany had not wanted to go to the party,
saying how she did not like Connie Baxter as she thought Connie
believed the Hogan�s were beneath the Baxter�s. Brad Hogan had
chided Tiffany about her negative view of the Baxter�s and
quickly related what a good friend Jim Baxter was and how it
wouldn�t hurt to get closer to the Baxter�s as he felt they were
good people. Carol did not share her husband�s endorsement of the
Baxter�s. Like Tiffany had felt Connie was stuck up and spoiled,
she felt Marilyn Baxter was self-centered and opinionated and
thought she was a cut above Carol. To keep Brad from making a
federal case out of it, she persuaded Tiffany to go and secretly
she hoped Brad was right; at least where the girls were
concerned. She didn�t see her warming to Marilyn Baxter long
term. The elevator car appeared and she stepped inside, and
closing the old doors, she rode to the penthouse level. She
glanced at her watch. It was just gone five o�clock. She wasn�t
too late despite her panic to get to her daughter on time, and
remove the girl from the uncomfortable situation she was clearly
dreading when they parted earlier. Carol pressed the buzzer to
the Baxter�s apartment. There was no response. She pressed a
second time after a circumspect patient wait, in case someone was
roused and coming to the door. It eventually struck her that the
apartment was silent. Following the second push of the buzzer,
Carol realized that the apartment was empty. No one was at home
to answer. A puzzled look came over her face as she wondered
where the party guests, including her daughter, had got to.
Deciding she was right in that the Baxter�s apartment was empty,
she slowly turned and walked back to the elevator and let herself
back in. But before she could select the lobby, the elevator car
rumbled into life and took her there anyway. Someone had called
it from the ground floor and the elevator car performed properly.
As it slowed at the lobby level, Carol saw Marilyn Baxter
standing waiting. She pulled the door back and smiled weakly at
her daughter�s host.

�Marilyn, hi. I was just upstairs at your apartment. I�ve come to
collect Tiffany,� Carol explained.

The two woman locked eyes. Each knew the other wasn�t really fond
of her. But they practiced civilized decorum and the latent
dislike did not surface.

�Oh Carol surely you remember; I said the girls were all going to
a movie. I�ve just dropped them at IMAX,� she said, almost
chiding Carol for obviously forgetting this detail.

�Well actually, no. I can�t recall the movies ever came up,�
Carol responded firmly. �Perhaps you were thinking you had made
it clear when the initial invitations went out; but if you
recall, you called and invited Tiffany just this morning rather
than by written invitation. I don�t think the movies were ever
mentioned.�

Carol was sure of her ground. She was aware that written
invitations to Connie�s coming of teen age were sent weeks
earlier. Marilyn had made a big fuss about this some weeks back
when the families met briefly at the golf club. As much to rub it
in that Tiffany was not an invitee. Carol was sure this was what
Marilyn had confused herself with in thinking the Hogan�s knew
the movies were in the scheme of things this day.

�I�m could swear I did mention it this morning Carol. It was such
and integral part of the day,� she smiled sweetly, as she
basically told Carol she was mistaken.

The two women regarded each other uneasily. Just as Tiffany was a
lot prettier than Connie, Carol was far more attractive than
Marilyn. Marilyn compensated for her ordinary looks with
expensive and daring clothing, and ostentatious jewellery. She
hated the fact that she secretly conceded Carol was more
attractive than her. Both were in their late thirties but Carol
had had three children whereas Marilyn had only had Connie. Yet
Carol was the more attractive with nice curves and legs, a barely
perceptible tummy and high breasts despite three sets of young
mouths that had suckled from them.

Carol wanted to win the point but realizing her daughter had
joined the party gathering at the movies, apart from a wasted
trip, no harm was done.

�Oh well, irrespective of whether Tiffany or I was aware or not,
I guess she is part of the group until they get out after the
movies,� She conceded. �What time are you collecting them?�

Marilyn laughed almost derisively.

�Oh dear Carol. You did misunderstand. I said clearly I would
take them to the IMAX but each girl�s parents, apart from Sophie
and Julie who are staying over tonight, would need to collect
their own daughter at seven thirty when the show ends. Connie has
a taxi fare so she and the two girls can ride back when they are
ready,� she gushed with a hint of invective in her voice.

Clearly she felt Carol was being the blonde that she always
thought she was. Carol�s mouth dropped open at the thought this
woman was abandoning four of the girls to their own devices at
the movie complex. She thought it a little impertinent that the
woman clearly had now abdicated her responsibility to the
majority of the party guests.

�Right. Thanks Marilyn,� Carol said barely keeping the anger she
felt from her voice. �I�ll collect Tiffany as you say. Thanks for
inviting here. I�m sure she enjoyed herself,� Carol continued,
but being less than convincing with the comment about Tiffany
enjoying the afternoon.

Marilyn caught the intended feeling in Carol�s voice and her face
hardened at the impertinence of this woman. �She should damn well
feel privileged I invited her daughter,� she thought.

�Good. Then you�ve obviously got the right story now,� she said
somewhat acidly looking sternly at Carol. �I�d best be getting
upstairs and start dinner as I�m sure Jim will be back from golf
soon and I can�t stand chatting all day.�

With that she pushed passed Carol and once inside the elevator,
pulled the door closed with a demonstrative thud, to vent her
anger at Carol�s apparent impertinence. She glared at Carol
through the mesh door as the elevator clunked up and out of
Carol�s sight. Carol shrugged her shoulders and muttered
�arrogant stuck up bitch� and strode from the building. No more
than fifty feet across and one floor down to the east of the
building, a large black man was slowly defiling her beloved only
daughter. Her daughter that she had just been told had been
delivered to the movies no more than half an hour earlier by a
woman she trusted to chaperone her while in her company. Of
course Marilyn Baxter never actually checked who was in the van
and who wasn�t. She simply presumed everyone at the party had
clambered in, chattering and giggling, and being transported to
the movie complex. It was a fatal mistake.

Abe was astonished to see the intruder was a girl. His fist had
knocked her viciously to the floor and she was out cold before
her forehead hit the concrete floor with a sickening thud.
Realizing the girl posed no real physical danger, being as he was
much bigger than she; he stooped and regarded what lay prone
before him. Long clean fine blond hair and wearing a plain white
polo shirt with a plain, light blue denim skirt and open toed
sandals on her feet. She carried no bag or pocket book and had
fallen with her hands splayed before her with her head twisted to
one side, away from Abe�s gaze. He stepped around her head and
peered at her face. He whistled to himself. She was very pretty;
about thirteen or fourteen years old he guessed. Abe reached down
and rolled the girl over on her back. Her eyes were tightly shut
and her head lolled as he flipped her. There was an angry red
laceration on her forehead where her head had struck the concrete
and because it was a blunt hit, small dribbles of blood were
starting to well up across the patch which was about the size of
a paper cup base; roughly round and very red. He could see the
red flush of blood on her left cheek where his closed fist had
connected when he first punched the intruding head in the
doorway. He studied the girl and as he crouched over her. He was
aware she was on the verge of womanhood. This realization brought
a long stare over the girl�s body as he now realized he had an
unexpected prize. He tentatively reached a hand inside one of the
girl�s parted legs and watching her face for any adverse
reaction, he ran the hand lightly up the inside and to her inner
thigh. The girl did not flinch. He grinned to himself.

�A fine little white bitch,� he muttered under his breath and
emboldened by the fact she was clearly unconscious, he turned his
palm over and slipped it against the girl�s sex, outside her
panties. Abe checked the girl�s face once more. She remained
passive; almost lifeless.  He circled the girl and straddled her
legs and squatted over her thighs. Reaching both hands up under
the denim skirt he found the waistband of the girl�s panties and
started to pull them down. In a thrice he had pulled them from
her hips and down her legs. He paused to pull the sandals off
first before lifting each leg in turn as he removed the flimsy
white cotton garment. Abe drew the panties to his nose and
inhaled her smell. He licked his lips and leered at her as he ran
his hand under the skirt and touched her naked sex lips. He
chuckled and muttered, �yessir, a real fine tight white pussy fo�
this nigger�s big black snake� and he circled to her side and
effortlessly picked the lifeless figure of the young girl up in
his arms and transported her to the mattress in the corner of his
room. Laying her on her back he returned quickly to the door to
the furnace room to make sure no one followed her. He noted the
steel door outside to the basement lobby was partly open. He
closed it tight, using considerable effort to get it closed the
last few inches. The door groaned as it was pulled tightly
closed. He went back to the super�s room, shutting the door
behind him, and walked to the prone girl and twisted her onto one
hip, and found what he was looking for. A zipper in the back of
the denim skirt; running from waistband to midway down the back.
He fumbled with it and eventually drew it down far enough so that
he could kneel, and by lifting her hips, removed the skirt
completely. She was now naked from the waist. In the gloom of the
room he saw the juvenile sex lips; the plump pubis with the first
sparse ramblings of hairs of her developing mousy pubic bush. He
chuckled again as he stroked the silken hair and slipped his
fingers in her sex. She was dry. And impossibly tight when he
tried to introduce a finger lower and up into her vaginal
opening.

�My yo� sho� is a tight little bitch,� he murmured and chuckled
again. �Man needs some way to loosen yo� tight little bitch
snatch up fo� man�s big black cock lil� lady,� he said.

He was breathing heavily now. Turned on by the sight of the
girl�s sex and with the lust from owning her fate and knowing
that he was going to do what he wanted; and there wasn�t a thing
she could do to stop him. Out cold or awake. She was his. Abe
kneeled before her on the grubby mattress and put his face to her
sex. There was the faint odor of pee. He sniffed her and drank in
the little girl aroma. Abe slowly insinuated his tongue into her
tight slit and for the next few minutes licked and sucked at the
preteen�s labia, all the while mustering copious quantities of
saliva. Soon he tried to introduce one of his slender fingers to
her vaginal opening and with some considerable effort on his
part, insinuated it up to the second knuckle. For at least five
or six minutes he fingered the girl as well as drenched her with
his saliva. As his mouth began to ache he stopped and sat up. He
fumbled with his flies and soon had his cock in his hand. He was
very aroused and the purple mushroom head was slick with his
precum. He rubbed his thumb around the head and smeared as much
of the precum up along the circumcised shaft as he dared without
spreading it to thin and diluting the assistance he knew it would
give in getting his adult cock into her juvenile opening. This
situation was not a new experience in Abe�s life. With the string
of partners he had shacked up with after his marriages had
failed, Abe had no less than seven different under aged sexual
partners somehow related or associated with his current lover.
Two of them had been boys. In fact the seven years Abe had done
for statutory rape was when the family of the young Hispanic teen
he had fucked on at least five occasions, called in the cops when
they discovered she was pregnant and she ratted him out as the
father. Yet Abe knew she had fucked a number of guys about the
same time as she was putting out for him. He never did know if he
was the father or not as she miscarried before paternity could be
established. But the hard fact of the matter was he got fingered
for illegal sex with a minor. She was the oldest of his conquests
at fifteen, yet he recalled with some fondness, just how big he
was in her and the effort to eventually fuck her balls deep
despite her relative full physical stature.

Abe kneeled close and lifted the girl�s hips so that her legs
trailed either side of his thighs and he dragged his cock up and
down her slit. Each stroke he pushed more firmly in an attempt to
penetrate the girl. Tiffany was out cold. This was akin to
necrophilia. Abe never knew what the word meant and the fact the
girl was comatose was irrelevant. His last real fuck was his
bitch�s daughter, two days before he was caught with her about to
blow him from the bed when he got kicked out. Charlene was buxom
at fourteen and had had several partners Abe was aware of before
he nailed her as well. This white girl was skinny, yet fine in
her appearance. Abe was patient and after what seemed an age,
congratulated himself he had at least half of his cock tightly
wedged in the little girl�s snatch. He lay flat across her and
supporting himself with his hands either side of her shoulders,
the wiry black man slowly worked his cock in and out of the
hopelessly tight hole. The saliva and precum had helped but it
soon wasn�t enough and as he indulged himself, the girl�s lack of
natural lubrication made his efforts at getting more cock into
her damaging to the delicate tissue. He ruptured the hymen
shortly after his first attempt at basic fucking. He wasn�t aware
of it in the gloomy room but she was bleeding quite
substantially. For about ten minutes he regulated the fuck;
raping her steadily yet with some frustration he could not bury
himself deliciously into her cunt. He was impossibly big for her.
He was never going to achieve full penetration without causing
serious injury. Despite the frustration he raped her with the
half length of cock he was able to get inside and soon Abe was
gasping and calling out obscenities about the �lil fuckin� white
hoa� of a cunt bitch, aargh, oooh fuck yo� tight little cunt you
motherfuckin� bitch..� and soon he emptied his load into her
tight, bruised and bleeding vaginal cavity.

Tiffany was out. She had regained consciousness sufficiently
during her raping, for the trauma of what was happening to her
force her conscious mind away from recognition and reaction to
the horror and excruciating pain she was feeling. Being pinned
helpless like this, her primal instinct fought to remove mind
from the torment she was receiving, even if she couldn�t remove
her body. Abe had his head down as he labored into her. He never
saw the eyes grow wide, and roll with pain; her mouth open to
scream but with no sound. She fainted clean away with the
blinding pain she was experiencing between her legs, and
somewhere inside her entire being.

Carol Hogan stood at the main entrance to the IMAX complex and
scanned the sea of faces pouring out of the movie complex.
Eventually she recognized one of the girls at Connie Baxter�s
party and pushed her way through the crowd to where the girl
stood just inside the main lobby. She vaguely knew the girl as
Sophie Greenbaum; not much else, just her name. It was not yet
seven. Carol had been anxious not to miss Tiffany and she had
also had a frosty exchange with her husband over Marilyn Baxter�s
apparent indifference to Tiffany�s whereabouts. Brad Hogan was
keenly trying to build bridges between the two families and was
well aware of the latent animosity that had appeared mysteriously
between Marilyn and Carol. Stupidly he dared to venture Marilyn
might be right about the movies being on the agenda that day, and
she, Carol, may have misunderstood. This cowardly lack of support
from Brad, in Carol�s mind, had led her to spit venomously at him
about �being too concerned about social climbing to see the
shallowness of the Baxter�s.� As well as this Carol always felt
somewhat uncomfortable with Jim Baxter; but not because he was
cool and frosty towards her like his wife was. It was in fact
just the opposite where she felt Jim had some perverted desire
for her and she usually felt he was mentally undressing her, on
the few occasions they had socialized with the Baxter�s. The
whole effort Brad was putting into this family gave her an uneasy
feeling. She did not like the Baxter�s much but it was the
apparent differing judgments she and Brad had on the couple that
left her uneasy about Brad�s keenness to become friends with
them. Now she stood at the main entrance to IMAX; half an hour
early but she couldn�t wait to satisfy herself Marilyn Baxter
could be right. And her anger with Brad just made her want to get
out of the house. So now she had spotted Sophie Greenbaum
standing alone in the middle of the lobby with her back to the
main doors. Obviously waiting for the rest of the girls, who
Carol couldn�t see as yet. She approached from behind the girl.

�It�s Sophie isn�t it?� Carol said, hesitantly touching the girls
shoulder from behind.

The girl spun around. She was slightly older than Connie and
already maturing into womanhood. She was one of the prettier of
Connie�s friends. The girl looked blankly at Carol.

�Yes�.� She started trying to place who the woman was.

�I�m Tiffany�s mother. Tiffany Hogan. She was at the party with
you, remember her?� said carol.

The girl�s memory was jogged sufficiently for her to smile a
little embarrassedly at not recognizing the mother of the pretty
girl who had arrived late to Connie�s party.

�Oh yes, yes of course. Sorry, I was a bit confused. Sorry,� the
girl replied.

�Do you know where Tiffany is?� said Carol looking past the girl
and seeing Connie appear from one of the three theatres, with a
teenage boy who had his arm around the girl�s shoulder.

One of the other girls, Julie Hansen she thought, was holding
hands with another boy. Both boys looked about fifteen; certainly
older than the middle school girls they were obviously in contact
with. There was a small entourage of the remainder of the
partygoers from earlier that afternoon. But there was no Tiffany
to be seen. Sophie had turned to match Carol�s vgaze and
immediately became embarrassed for Connie realizing this adult
friend of the Baxter�s would catch Connie with a boy. The gravity
of this situation masked the question Carol had asked and Sophie
looked steadily at Connie, hoping the birthday girl would see her
warning stare and deviate away from coming up to her and Carol
Hogan. It didn�t work and Connie and troupe were virtually up to
them when she realised Mrs. Hogan was standing with Sophie.
Connie had misled her mother on the real time the movies got out,
so she could have a little more time with Steve, the boy she was
with, before catching his bus to Cockle Bay up the coast road.
Sophie spoke first.

�Tiffany�s mom wants to know where she is,� the girl blurted out.

The troupe stopped and after staring first at Sophie, they all
looked at Carol. Steve quickly dropped his arm off Connie�s
shoulder and the other boy slipped back behind Julie. Connie did
not like Carol Hogan. She wasn�t sure why but as her mother had
made many disparaging remarks about the Hogan�s, and Carol in
particular, she had simply demurred to her mother�s view.

�She didn�t come with us,� Connie announced somewhat accusingly
as if Tiffany had betrayed the gang by not being there.

Carol looked a little skeptical at the answer. After all Marilyn
Baxter was absolutely sure Tiffany had gone to the movies with
the girls. Connie stared at Carol; miffed this woman had arrived
early and ruined her time with Steve.

�Your mother was adamant she did come with you,� Carol said,
attempting to trump the girl�s less than oblique insinuation
about Tiffany�s group loyalty.

�Well she�s wrong,� Connie huffed and then blanched at her
rudeness as she saw Carol�s eyes narrow at the girls tone. �She
never got in the Caravan,� she continued a little more helpfully.

Carol gazed at Connie. She wanted to slap this impertinent little
bitch�s face.

�That�s right Mrs. Hogan. Tiff never got in the van with us.�

It was the girl Julie who spoke. Carol noticed the boy who had
been holding Julie�s hand had bravely stepped behind her, taken a
pace backwards and was gazing at his feet, listening to the
exchange but trying to appear anonymous.

�Are you sure?� Carol asked uncertain as to the truth of this
statement. Mrs. Baxter was so sure she was with you. She said she
definitely got into the car,� Carol reiterated.

�Yes Mrs. Hogan,� replied Julie firmly sure she was correct. The
van has room for seven in the back. We all took the seats in the
back. And that only left the passenger seat in the front and Mrs.
Baxter was up there alone,� Julie stated firmly.

This news dawned on the rest of the girls that Julie was exact
and correct in her description of the seating in the van, on the
way to the movies. They all offered their endorsement Julie was
right. Carol stood perplexed at what to make of this. Marilyn
Baxter was adamant Tiffany was with them. The girls were just as
adamant she wasn�t. And there were seven of them against
Marilyn�s point of view. Carol began to realise that her gut
feeling Marilyn had been insisting Tiffany was with them to save
face and the argument over whether the Hogan�s had been told
about the movies when Tiffany was first invited. It seemed clear
to Carol that Marilyn was simply saying what she said to get rid
of Carol. Marilyn probably did think Tiffany went with them but
there was a real chance she didn�t actually know that for certain
despite claiming she was. Before carol could say anything
further, one of the other girls chimed in.

�Tiffany didn�t even ride the elevator with us,� she said with a
look of clear recall; obviously piecing together the troupe�s
departure from the penthouse level. �It�s too small for all of us
and we were squeezed up as it was. I remember seeing her through
the doors as we went down to the lobby.�

Once again the girls agreed with this recollection. Carol sensed
the girls were clinically exact in there recall of the events
from the Baxter�s to the IMAX.

�Perhaps she just decided to wait downstairs for you to arrive,�
Connie said, a little more circumspect with her tone. �Maybe she
just didn�t want to come.�

�But where is she then?� said Carol in a somewhat plaintive tone.

The girls looked at her and shrugged.

�We don�t know,� said Sophie. �Maybe she started to walk home or
something. Or got a ride and she�s home now��

Carol was now worried. Tiffany may well have opted to stay at the
apartment complex but she would have waited inside. It was a cool
September day. Too cool, considering she wasn�t wearing a sweater
or long pants. And Sophie�s words about Tiffany perhaps getting a
lift left her somewhat uneasy and a slight tremble ran through
her. Mother�s instinct, call it what you will. She suddenly felt
afraid. She was now quite fearful something out of the ordinary
was the reason Tiffany�s whereabouts was unknown. Carol realized
it was little point regaling the girls any further and mumbling
thank you, she turned and walked slowly out of the complex to her
car.

She looked somewhat defeated when she walked into the house and
slumped on the settee when Brad answered her question �has
Tiffany come home yet�. Brad watched had seen her come through
the door and realized from her anxious body language that Tiffany
was not with her. He knew his wife well enough to realize she was
now genuinely worried about their daughter. He too started to
feel uneasy about this situation. He knew Tiffany was a sensible
girl and would not go AWOL without something to prevent her from
contacting them about any change in her plans.

�What�s up then?� he said rising from his chair and quickly
moving to the settee beside her.

�Nobody�s seen her since they left for the movies,� she said
looking worried at her husband.

He took her hands. They were cold and she was trembling. She
related the girl�s story to Brad. He was about to utter they
might be mistaken but recalled her earlier flare up at his
suggestion Marilyn Baxter could be right that Tiffany was with
them, and thought better of it; knowing it would make him appear
to side with Marilyn�s view again.

�I�ll call Jim and talk to him,� he said without thinking.

�Why, because I can�t have a civil conversation with that bitch
Marilyn?� Carol flared briefly.

She stared at the wounded look on her husband�s face and softened
her stare.

�Of course. Sorry. Yes do that. You�re probably right what you�re
thinking. Marilyn and I don�t communicate very well.� She said
somewhat sheepishly.

Maybe Brad could get more information from Jim. She heard Brad�s
side of his conversation with Jim Baxter and realised he had no
idea that Tiffany was missing. She rose quickly and stalked to
her husband�s side.

�That bitch hasn�t even told him we�ve been missing her,� she
hissed at Brad.

He waved her be quiet and continued.

�Well apparently the girls were adamant she never got in the van.
Seven girls and the back seats were all taken and no one up front
with Marilyn,� Brad said. �And apparently she was still outside
the elevator on your level when the rest of the girls and Marilyn
rode down to the lobby.� Uhuh�yes�uhuh. We realize she may have
decided not to go but it was just that Marilyn was so sure she
was with them when Carol called to collect her.�

Carol looked at Brad and took his arm in endorsement of his
stance that Marilyn had said she was right but the girls said she
was wrong. Obliquely this endorsed Carol�s earlier insinuations
that Marilyn had not taken enough responsibility to ensure all
the girls were safely with her. The conversation seemed to
exhaust the detail so far but clearly Jim could offer nothing
else but conjecture as to Tiffany�s whereabouts. He loosely
mentioned �Tiffany�s motives� and this time Brad bristled.

�Jim you�re not suggesting Tiffany is somewhere no wanting to be
found are you? Because if you are that�s not worthy of our
daughter. She�s not that sort of kid who deliberately sets out to
challenged or punish by strong actions and inconsiderate
behavior,� he continued somewhat pompously.

He was silent as Jim Baxter went back on his words, sensing now
Tiffany�s father was getting somewhat riled about the situation.
Jim Baxter had a sense of guilt on behalf of his wife�s
inattention to where everyone was at the time they left for the
movies. And her blind assertion Tiffany was there when the girls
said she wasn�t. The scenario of the back seats all taken in the
van was not something you could ignore. Of course one of them
would have had to sit up front; a point Marilyn had obviously not
realised if she was proven to be the only one in the front. Brad
muttered a few words of acknowledgement of what Jim was saying
and Carol realized the conversation was heading for polite
closure. Brad hung up the phone.

�What did he say?� she said urgently wanting to know what Jim had
said at the end.

�Well Marilyn�s gone to collect the girls; well Connie and two of
them at least. So he can�t corroborate her story according to
what you told me but he does concede that if the girls say there
was only seven in the back, which is a full van, then she may not
have known exactly who the seven were down to their names and
where they sat. And she�s not tumbled to the fact that the eighth
should be riding with her. He�s going to go over it with them
when they return home and call us back so we can figure our next
move.�

�I�m not waiting for that bitch to get home. I�m not waiting
another minute. I�m calling the police right now,� Carol burst
out and grabbed the telephone and started dialing 911.

Brad quickly cut her short and took the phone from her.

�Calm down Carol. Cool heads first. Let�s just go over what we
know before we rush about calling the police. Besides Jim expects
Marilyn will be back any minute so he can put it to her she was
mistaken and we can wait for his call and go at this as a
combined effort. He�s clearly feeling that Marilyn has been a bit
lax with chaperoning the girls so let�s trade off his support.�

But the call from Jim some fifteen minutes later revealed no
further certainty about Tiffany�s whereabouts and a begrudging
admission Marilyn may have miscalculated who was actually with
her. It was eight twenty when Jim picked up the phone to call the
non-emergency number for the local police precinct. By the time
he had finished a frustrating discussion with the policeman on
the other end, he slammed the phone down and commanded Carol to
get her coat as they were going down to the police station to
insist they take his report of their daughter being missing
seriously.

�She�s simply not someone that would deliberately stay missing,�
Brad had shouted at the officer on the other end. The officer
held the phone away from his ear and grinned at his fellow
officer at the loud shouting the caller was indulging in. Officer
Hansen replaced the handset after the caller had slammed his end
down and grinned; �Another teenager running to ground after a
fight with mom, or being caught with some boy�s hands in her
pants� he chuckled, and turned to the cup of coffee he had been
drinking. His colleague rolled his eyes and shook his head. They
hear it all the time. �Little Johnny is missing; little Judy is
missing. They�ve never done this before etc etc.'

As the phone call ended when Brad had slammed the phone down, Abe
had grunted and gasped blissfully as he filled Tiffany�s battered
and bleeding vagina with his semen a second time since trapping
her in his basement lair. He spent nearly an hour sucking, finger
fucking and running his hands all over her small breasts and
stroking her sex forlornly, trying to arouse interest from her in
him. Mentally feeble in believing she could be aroused to, and
that she would enjoy his loving. Even trying to fight him off
would be a welcome start. The girl�s eyes were mostly open now
but they were just a vacant stare, as he dragged her up to
straddle his thighs as he sat on his haunches on the mattress.
His trousers had been removed and he had opened his shirt and his
long slender cock was rigid before him as he manhandled the
catatonic girl up, and then lowered her onto his prick. Causing
more pain and further damaging the girl�s delicate inner sanctum.
He was just too big for her body. Too long and too wide for her
juvenile vaginal opening. As he bounced her just off his thighs;
holding her by one arm under her butt and the other clasping her
upper body to his chest, he jigged her up and down in quick short
jerks until he came hard inside her. He still couldn�t penetrate
more than half his cock and this was becoming frustrating to his
pursuit of a deep fuck for his pleasure. Her body weight falling
as he let her drop, before lifting her again, was causing tearing
and bruising inside. As the feeling of power and the bliss of his
ejaculation subsided, he lowered her back onto the mattress,
somewhat chilled by the glazed stare in the young girl�s eyes. He
tried to close the lids and thought he had succeeded. But after
he had replaced his trousers he looked down and they were open
again. Staring way out somewhere before her. Unblinking.

Brad and Carol�s efforts at getting the police�s attention to
start looking for Tiffany fell short of their expectation. After
attempting to blast the desk officer for failing to respond to
the plaintive call for help on the telephone, the officer had
called a Sergeant Halsey to discuss their daughter�s whereabouts.
He had ushered them into an interview room, offered them coffee
and tea which they vehemently refused because they wanted to get
their point across immediately; and spent thirty minutes with an
officer Hanrahan taking notes as the parents poured out their
story. By the time he finished with them he had all but consoled
them by relating twenty five years of experience that in these
cases, ninety percent of the time, the missing child was meaning
to be missing as a way of making a point; often out of fear of
punishment for some misdemeanor. And came out of wherever they
were hiding when they had the courage to face their expected
angry parents. By then the parents were usually so happy to see
the missing kid that they forgot they were angry in the first
place. Despite the continual assertions Tiffany was not like
that, Carol and Brad were both ready to take whatever optimism
the wily sergeant could offer. Yes they would circulate Tiffany�s
description to the patrols and yes he would send one of the
patrols to The Baxter�s to take details directly from them. After
all Marilyn Baxter and her daughter and friends were the last
ones to see Tiffany.

�I suggest you go home and wait for our call, Mr. and Mrs. Hogan.
Who knows, Tiffany might already be back there sheepishly waiting
for you to apologize and make amends for her lapse of
consideration,� he purred.

Halsey knew they were ready to believe him. It would at least get
them out of his hair and he was sure the kid would turn up.
Police woman Crystal Hanrahan wasn�t fooled by her sergeants
cooing speech. She knew that there were way less than ninety
percent of successful recoveries of missing kids because some
actually did run never to be seen again; against what Halsey had
said. And a good number of runaways were recovered dead. And
another large percentage had not run willingly but had been
taken; and if they were recovered, had been sexually assaulted or
were found dead. Usually after being sexually assaulted. These
were sad facts and Sergeant Halsey was blatantly misrepresenting
the facts.

Police woman Crystal Hanrahan had a particular interest in
missing children; particularly girls. Crystal was a lesbian. She
had strong feminist views and her three years in the force had
convinced her that there where many odious men ready to exploit
and rape juveniles with seemingly monotonous regularity. Girls or
boys; it didn�t seem to make much difference to sexual predators.
Cindy�s feminist views had led her to completely believe the
Hogan�s assertions that their daughter�s deliberately staying out
without a word was not in her character. Crystal often chided
herself when her lesbian dogma surfaced lest she be seen as a
man-hating dyke; but she knew that 99.9% of the bad experiences
suffered on juveniles were caused by deviant males. She had spent
hours reading the volumes of cases and psych profiles in the
police archive at the academy. Shehad tried twice unsuccessfully
to get into the SVU team; dealing with victims of sexual
predators. Unfortunately her defiant coming out as a practicing
lesbian to her colleagues had worked against her getting this
position she so dearly wanted. She was considered biased by her
alleged anti-male point of view. Or at least that�s how many of
the senior officers saw lesbian politics. So more often than not
she scored desk duties and clerical tasks; seldom being in a
patrol. She had occasionally wondered if she was the victim of a
plot for constructive dismissal by keeping her out of front line
policing. But deep down knew that she was genuinely liked and
most of her colleagues, men and women, left her sexual preference
alone as a topic of conversation. In short, she was accepted for
her orientation but curtailed from full policing duties because
it was felt she did sometimes lack objectivity in matters of a
domestic or sexual nature.

Crystal had become aware of her lesbian emotions midway through
high school; culminating in a humiliating coming out to a friend
she had an enormous crush on, and had blithely expected her
friend to fall into her arms. She was hopelessly wrong and the
friend shunned and ostracized Crystal to the extent she had a
miserable senior year. College was much easier as she met other
lesbians on campus; and by now she had accepted her orientation
and she had come out to her parents and enjoyed their love and
support irrespective of her sexuality. Her older brother and
younger sister were saints and often her protectors in her late
teens and early twenties. There was a number of short term
relationships centered on some torrid girl girl sex; a sort of
rites of passage for a new lesbian. As well as two more serious
relationships akin to heterosexual courtship. Neither came to
anything but she had been in a serious relationship with her
partner Milly for three years now. Milly was to Crystal, what the
wife would be to the husband in a straight marriage. Yet Crystal
was not the obvious butch dyke daddy with a femme. She was tall
with striking blonde hair, large prominent breasts and a nice
symmetry to her figure without being a knockout. In short she was
strikingly Amazon in her appearance and stature with a barely
restrained in-your-face approach to life in general. Milly was a
very attractive and a little more curvaceous and held an air of
frailty about her. But any casual observer would never have
picked either woman as a lesbian. But if the same observer was
told that Crystal, the big buxom blonde one, was a lesbian then
they would immediately concede she looked a bit of a dyke for
sure. If they were told Milly was a lesbian their reaction would
be, �I would never have picked it.�

Crystal clocked out of the precinct at ten and drove home to
Milly, who was just getting ready for bed. After a quick shower,
Crystal jumped in beside Milly and earnestly told her about the
Hogan�s and their lost daughter. Milly was a middle school
teacher and the reported age of the missing girl struck a chord
with her and they discussed the situation of child exploitation
and molestation once again; as a topic they frequently talked
about. Milly had seen her fair share of child abuse victims in
the five years she had been teaching. Initially it was always a
shock and very sorrowful when a pupil or colleague�s pupil was
revealed as being sexually abused. Now she reckoned she could
tell if there was a child in her care that was being abused;
despite never actually having taught such a child. She had
convinced herself she was fortunate all of her recent and current
kids had escaped this rather too prevalent social malaise. The
two woman embraced for a few minutes and kissed and then switched
the light out and went to sleep in each others arms as they
always did. Just like any other couple, they would wake in the
morning in different positions in the bed; moving for comfort in
their sleep, and sacrificing the closeness and intimacy they had
dropped off to sleep with.

Carol and Brad Hogan did not go straight home as advised by
Sergeant Halsey. Instead the drove various routes from the
Baxter�s to their home in an effort to try to find Tiffany. If
the police were tardy at looking then they would try themselves.
While they drove the third variant of the journey between the two
locations, at around ten thirty five, Abe had Tiffany propped on
her knees with the girl�s dead weight of her upper body resting
on the side her face and head, with her hands crunched up under
her breast bone; pinned by her body. He had successfully got her
onto her knees such that the leg position was self locking and
supporting her hips in the air. Abe peered down at his slick
black cock slowly moving in and out of the girl�s tight cunt. He
was lost in his own sexual reverie given the tightness of her
snatch and the pleasure it was giving him. He rambled crudities
and obscenities and fucked her as deep as he could go, without
ever being able to reach the depth he so desperately wanted.
These mother fucker skinny white bitches couldn�t match the black
girl; the big buxom booty hoa� who could take a decent sized cock
in their pussy or their ass. Even the young Hispanic kid he
sodomized for over three months; the little faggot from
downstairs when Abe was in his late twenties, who couldn�t get
enough of Abe�s black cock, could take the nigga balls deep after
careful entry. And he was only fourteen.

But now this little bitch was at least a little horny as she was
a bit sloppy for him now. Once again the man�s feeble mentality
had misconstrued the continual weeping of blood from Tiffany�s
bruised and tortured vagina as sexual arousal and he fucked her
with short vigorous stokes, holding her from falling. Tiffany�s
mouth was open and her saliva dribbled out as her larynx
struggled to voice the sounds she so desperately wanted to
express in reaction to the excruciating pain in her lower body.
Her catatonic staring eyes were the only sign she was conscious
even if she was not responding to the pain of the constant raping
and injuries he was compounding in her tender body. Abe came and
laughed out loud in a leering guttural expression of the joy he
felt as he spurted into her for the third time since just after
five that evening. He finally pulled out of her and shuffled up
by her head. Roughly twisting her face towards him he tried to
get her to suck him clean. Her mouth was open and slack, with her
saliva soaking her chin. He tried getting the head of his cock in
between her lips but she had no idea what he was doing. Her eyes
stared beyond him. Abe was now beginning to realise there was
something not right with this girl. He spoke to her to wake up
and get with it. Slapped her face lightly a few times. She didn�t
flinch. Just the stare that made Abe feel worried but did not
know why. He pushed her over on her side in disdain and rose to
find his pants and put them on once again. Abe went outside for a
much needed piss. He went into the plant room and prised the
heavy doors to the old coal bunker open and slipped out into the
cool night air and relieved himself against the wall with his
back to the alley.

Around the front of the building, officers McCauley and Hoffman
were just getting into their cruiser having visited the Baxter
family on the penthouse level on inquiries about a missing girl.
Sergeant Halsey had at least been true to his promise to Carol
and Brad Hogan that they would check with the Baxter�s as the
last people to see Tiffany that evening. The officers were
somewhat frustrated after the visit as the woman was somewhat
manic and spent a lot of time decrying the girl�s parents and
there apparent bad parenting. The husband spent most of the time
gently playing down her comments but seemingly willing to accept
the girl was most likely playing with her parents over some
juvenile clash with them. That was McCauley and Hoffman�s own
view but they both noted how please he was when Hoffman said that
was a reasonable view, but as they rode the elevator McCauley
commented �both of those guys have a guilt trip going for some
reason. And did you see the daughter peering around the door? She
looked really concerned.�

�What daughter?� Hoffman said looking at his partner.

�I guess it was their daughter. They did say there were a couple
of friends sleeping over so it could have been one of them I
suppose. Coulda' been one of them getting up to see why we were
there,� McCauley replied.

McCauley saw the look of frustration on Hoffman�s face. They were
a good team but the older cop too often regaled him over
seemingly meaningless things sometimes. He was about to get a
lecture on policing and braced himself for the verbal barrage.

�You dickhead,� Hoffman began. �First rule of inquiries; speak to
all witnesses or possible witnesses. I never saw the girl,� he
whined as a complaint to his partner not alerting him to her
presence.

�Shit Hoff. You did hear them say they had a daughter with guests
in the house,� McCauley retorted.

�Actually no I didn�t,� Hoffman replied. The woman was blithering
about the girls parents I must have missed it.�

He stopped, realizing he admitted a failing on his part and
softened his stare on his junior partner.

�Come on. Let�s go back and wake the girls and question them,� he
said with a sigh and as the elevator stopped at the lobby level,
he rotated the ancient handle and the car lumbered back up to the
penthouse level once more.

Marilyn lost it when she saw the two officers once more in her
living room. She threw a mild hysterical fit in which she accused
every one of blaming her and accusing her of not looking after
the little bitch. Brad struggled to get his wife into the bedroom
and suggested she take one of her pills and go to bed. The ruckus
created by Marilyn did force Connie to guiltily reveal herself to
the two police officers, who took the opportunity of her parents
being absent from the room, to quickly quiz the girl on what she
knew. Connie, Sophie and Julie were very much awake the first
time the cops called and had been quietly discussing Tiffany�s
disappearance. Despite Connie�s dislike for Tiffany, the girls
all agreed they were worried because they did not believe Tiffany
would do what Marilyn and the cops clearly thought she would do
by hiding away from her folks. The girls had enough intuition to
realise something bad may have befallen one just like them. And
she had been with them most of the afternoon and some how they
too felt they may have done better at letting her into to their
clique. When Jim Baxter came back into the living room he was
annoyed the two officers had clearly been talking to the girls
without him present. He very curtly stopped the discussion with
the girls and after some debate with the older cop, the two of
cops reluctantly left. On the way down to the lobby this time,
both McCauley and Hoffman conceded to each other the girls had
made the most sense so far.

�I think this kid�s a genuine missing person,� Hoffman said.

�I think your right Dave.� McCauley agreed.

Both men had kids. Hoffman�s were young adults and McCauley�s
were toddlers. Nether could really empathize with the teen girls
but they sensed the concern in the girls voices about the missing
kid; and she wouldn�t do what she was said to be doing to stay
missing. They discussed the information on their way back to the
station to clock off at eleven. Halsey was a stubborn bastard and
it would take some shifting to get him to open a missing person�s
case less than eight hours after the kid was supposedly missing.
They agreed to try. It was their earnest retelling of the girls�
information that Halsey finally agreed to use the notes Hanrahan
had made as the basis of a missing person�s fact sheet. Hoffman
and McCauley thanked the sarge and added their comments to the
report. Confident an APB would go out immediately; maybe an Amber
Alert even. The two clocked off and went their separate ways home
to their families.

Hasley shook his head. Hoffman was getting soft in his old age.
Sentimental even. He clipped the fact sheet to the bottom of the
briefing board for the morning shift on Sunday. At midnight
Sergeant Halsey clocked out and went home. No APB or Amber Alert
had gone out. At this time Brad Hogan stood in the darkened
living room gazing out at the night; the porch and path
illuminated by the porch light Carol had insisted he leave on all
night. She had finally collapsed on the settee. He had pulled a
blanket over her and prayed she would sleep for a few hours at
least. He was worried sick, just as she was, about their young
daughter. He was thankful their two sons Kevin and Rowan were
staying with friends this night. They were not aware Tiffany was
missing. He would have to tell them eventually if Tiff was not
found early Sunday. Maybe he wouldn�t have to say anything at all
if she simply walked up the path and let herself in. Brad
surprised himself by letting out an audible sob then quickly
controlled his emotions lest he wake Carol. He stood holding his
hand over his mouth and wept silently for the welfare of his only
daughter.

SUNDAY

As the hands of the clock passed midnight and Brad wept for
Tiffany, Abe pulled his semi erect cock out of Tiffany�s young
vagina. The ejaculation was weak and somewhat underwhelming. Abe
didn�t register he was not the stud he used to be. Four times
since five that evening and he was physically spent; running on
his lust and carnal desire but barely supported by his erection.
He had rutted the girl on her back for some ten to fifteen
minutes but now his lack of a proper erection made it doubly
harder to penetrate as he desperately wanted. The saving grace
for Tiffany was his semi hard dick did not compound the damage he
had already caused her and instead of the excruciating pain, she
was now only vaguely aware of his hand gripping her leg, not
realizing he was using his other hand trying to force his rubbery
organ into her small damaged orifice. It was more annoying
discomfort than excruciating pain now. The girl allowed a faint
smile to come across her face. �He can�t hurt me now,� she
thought.

This Sunday morning Crystal Hanrahan had agreed to work the day
for a male colleague who�s six year old was having a birthday.
She moved silently from the bed, not wanting to disturb Milly
during her Sunday sleep-in. She assembled in the squad room at
seven sharp, with coffee in hand, and listened to the day
patrols� briefing. As the Senior Sergeant Rosen ran through the
hit list for the day she was surprised to hear nothing of the
missing girl. After the briefing finished, she went in to
Sergeant Rosen and inquired if there was a sheet on a missing
schoolgirl from the previous evening. Eventually Rosen found a
brief report started by Crystal when she and Halsey interviewed
the Hogan�s, with a few notes added following a patrol�s visit to
the family who last saw the kid. The overwhelming belief was this
was another stay out kid who would slink home come daylight.
Crystal read the notes McCauley and Hoffman had added and
furrowed her brow in concern at the dismissive opinion of
Sergeant Rosen.

�Sarge, McCauley and Hoffman say here that the interviewed the
girls friends and they note that they believe the girls� view
that going AWOL isn�t in the missing girl�s character,� Crystal
said evenly.

Rosen started to scoff at Hanrahan�s comments. �Kid�s always
stick up for each other.� Rosen thought Hanrahan was a bit of a
bleeding heart liberal; no doubt as a consequence of being a dyke
and feeling she was the perennial minority victim. He stopped
himself from pushing his bigoted feelings about Hanrahan and read
what she had pointed out to him. She might be a dyke but he knew
she was conscientious and she loved the job. He did actually like
her. And McCauley was an ace. A veteran who knew police work
inside out. He wouldn�t write this up if he didn�t think it was
worth it. Standard procedure was to wait twelve hours for teens
or nearly teens, before doing a missing children�s alert. It was
much shorter for babes, toddlers and grade school kids. Mostly
though it was discretionary; based on the facts to hand.
Obviously if clear facts showed a child at risk then the alert
was immediate. But everyone believed this was a case of a kid
being missing and not wanting to be found; except now McCauley
thought otherwise. Why hadn�t Halsey acted on this if he had
bothered to clip it to the briefing sheet? Rosen scolded himself
for not seeing this last page.

�Go back to these Baxter people and have another chat,� Rosen
said. �We�ve had nothing from the girl�s parents so she obviously
hasn�t showed up of her own accord.�

Hanrahan had no street assignment and Saturday had been unusually
quiet with no drunks or hookers to detail and bail this Sunday,
so Rosen could spare her to do an informal inquiry to follow up
on the missing girl�s friends� story. Crystal beamed at Rosen and
with a bright �yes sir� she took the sheet and headed to the car
pool to get the unmarked cruiser used for VIP escort and plain
car road patrol. Within twenty minutes she was standing outside
the Baxter�s apartment, waiting patiently for someone to answer.
It was barely eight o�clock and Jim Baxter opened the door in his
pajamas and robe and groaned visibly in disappointment at yet
another police officer standing in his doorway. He ushered her in
with a look of resignation that he was going to have to go over
the previous day�s events chapter and verse to yet another police
officer. Crystal didn�t get any more information from the
Baxter�s, apart from the girls retelling that the believed
Tiffany would not go AWOL. In the middle of this Marilyn
appeared, somewhat goofy from the large dose of valium she took
before bed and returned to her semi hysterical berating of the
police for harassing her and accusing her of being a bad parent.
As Jim Baxter was calming her down and the three girls stood in
their PJs enthralled at Marilyn�s behavior, Crystal�s walky
talkie crackled and she got up and moved far enough away from the
blithering wife to hear Sergeant Rosen confirm that Officers
Henderson and Whatley had been detailed to stop by the girl�s
family and confirmed she hadn�t shown up. In the midst of the
call, Connie, Sophie and Julie heard Rosen�s words and Julie
started to cry for Tiffany, bringing the other two girls to tears
as well. When Crystal excused herself from the Baxter�s she left
three blubbing teens and a hysterical mother being comforted by
her husband, who was glaring at Crystal as if she was some sort
of vermin.

Crystal chided herself for letting the situation get so
emotional. She really knew no more than the fact sheet had told
her. She closed the elevator doors and rotated the handle to the
lobby and pondered her next move. She was annoyed she couldn�t
find out anything further but she did believe the girls and her
own initial bias that the girl was in some danger was now as fact
in her mind. It was while she was pondering this that she saw the
lobby appear and pass through the doors of the elevator and she
realized she was moving down to a lower level. She looked at the
lever and it was clearly selected to Lobby. As the old elevator
miscued to the basement, a broad smile broke out over the police
woman�s face. Of course! Supposedly the missing girl rode the
elevator on her own as her friends, and even the mother, said
there wasn�t room for her. The poor kid must have hung back, and
just as Crystal had erroneously descended to the basement level
in this old elevator, so too had Tiffany. Crystal pulled the door
back and stepped into the basement lobby, pausing to close the
doors so anyone else could use the car. It was gloomy and she
allowed herself time to get used to the light and soon she could
see well enough. No need for the flashlight just yet. The area
was barren and empty. On one side around the elevator recess
there was a large green door with a simple inverted �U� handle.
Crystal walked to the door and pulled the handle. The door didn�t
budge. She frowned. She could hear the distant noise of
electricity buzzing and the door was warmer than the atmosphere
in the basement lobby. She guessed correctly that this led to a
plant room. What if the girl had gone through and somehow the
door closed and she couldn�t open it.

Crystal was a large woman. But she had to put a foot against the
wall by the door jamb, and grabbing the handle with two hands,
she was just able to heave the door open. It surprised her by
making a loud groaning sound for the first few inches and then
opened with a rush as she moved the hinges past some firm
internal resistance. She nearly fell over it had eased up so
much. She stepped into the darkened plant room. This time she
needed her flashlight. Taking it out of her belt she switched it
on and slowly took in the sight of the main building switchboard
and the large gas burner for the central heating. The large pipes
coiling from the top like an inverted octopus� tentacles. Crystal
moved carefully around the room shining her flashlight searching
for the girl. The beam of the torch landed on a plain brown door
on one wall; not an outside wall. There must be another room.
Perhaps the super�s room from when the building was in it�s
heyday as a luxury apartment block. Crystal walked quickly to the
door and pushed it but it wouldn�t open. She tried several times
before realizing it was a door that opened into the plant room
like a closet door would. Her optimism began to wane. This may be
just a storage closet. She pulled it open and realised it was not
a closet but an old super�s room as she had guessed. To her
surprise there was a single bulb burning; hanging from the high
ceiling. She shone the flashlight at floor level where the bulb
failed to illuminate properly. At first she missed it but after
passing the beam across a pile of rags or cotton waste on the far
wall, she quickly brought the light back to the pile of rags. Her
body went cold and the blood drained from her face as her torch
light fell on the face of a young girl, lying flat on her back
and naked from the waist; looking directly at Crystal. But it was
the reflection of the girl�s eyes in the flashlight beam that
caused her to shiver and feel a pang of fear in the pit of her
stomach. The eyes were glazed and staring back at her like black
holes against the pale face. Crystal realized this was the
missing girl and her first thought was the staring eyes were
those of a dead person. Clasping her hand to her mouth to stifle
a sob of sorrow at the sight before her, she stepped into the
room.

Even given Crystal�s above average size, Abe laid her out with
one haymaker swing that she never saw and which fractured her
lower jaw. She pitched forward and just as had happened to
Tiffany, her head hit the concrete floor with a sickening thud
and she lost consciousness. The girl on the mattress saw it
happen. She saw the black man standing beside the door; warned
off her young body minutes earlier when he had heard the sound of
the big green door hinges groaning as they always did when moved
from closed to the first few open inches. She saw him flatten
himself against the wall as he must have waited for her. Then the
door opening and a bright light appearing. She couldn�t see a
head behind the light. She saw the man swing his punch. She was
powerless to cry out to warn the newcomer. The light in her eyes
blinded her and all she could hear was the loud slap of his fist
on the intruder�s head and the sickening thud of the head on the
floor; and the grunt of the person who had just been felled. A
tear rolled out of the corner of her eye. She could do nothing.
The light was now at a crazy angle on the floor. She closed her
eyes and her mind whispered �oh God please make this stop�.
Tiffany fainted.

Abe had been slowly fucking the girl as he had the first time he
raped her. Kneeling with her legs pulled up around his thighs and
her weight on her shoulders as he held her and pushed back and
forth barely two inches her vagina. She felt the pain again but
it wasn�t as bad as she remembered. Was she used to it or was he
being more gentle. She didn�t recognise her flesh was in shock;
numbed from the pounding it had taken. The last time, at about
three in the morning when Abe had returned from a second piss
outside, he rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her up on her
knees and raped her doggy style as he had done earlier. Now he
had her on her back. She still bled from her torn insides. He
still thought she was wetly aroused for him; like his black girls
get wet wanting the nigga�s cock to fill their deep pussies. But
Abe�s frustration at the girl�s inability to accommodate him was
just as acute as the second and subsequent times he�d raped her;
once he had experienced the euphoria of the first rape and the
taking of her virginity, he never again reached the level of
satisfaction until the actual ejaculation took him to where he
needed to be. In short this was a fuck; not a good fuck and
certainly not a great fuck. But it was at least release and not
by his own hand. He had finished inside her when he heard the
plant door being opened. He had quickly dropped her legs and
stood to put his pants back on; his heart beating loudly at the
concern he was feeling at being discovered. Someone was looking
for this little bitch. He briefly thought of taking the
initiative and bursting out into the plant room to tackle the
intruder. And it was also the way to the coal bunker doors and
outside. But there may be more than one and they may be armed. Oh
shit it�s probably the cops looking for this bitch. Abe flattened
himself against the wall as he had done when the little white
bitch had appeared. He saw the hand with the flashlight; the blue
shirt sleeve and then the mop of yellow hair, tied in a pony
tail. It was a woman cop. He swung his fist just as she had
traversed the torch across the prone girl and then back to the
girl as she obviously realized what she had illuminated first
pass.

Abe�s fist caught her square on the side oh her head at the back
of her jaw in front of the ear. She went down pole axed, and he
smiled with satisfaction as her head hit the floor hard; and even
though she was out, the involuntary grunt as her head smashed
against the concrete. He leaned forward and wrung his hand. It
had hurt. The flashlight rolled some distance from her body and
shone against the wall opposite the foot of the mattress. Abe saw
the walky talky and gun on one side of her belt; the cuffs behind
her and the nightstick on the other side of her belt. He picked
the walky talky off its clip on the belt and turned the knobs
until one knob clicked firm and assumed he had successfully
turned it off. Just to make sure, he stepped over her and into
the plant room and standing like a baseball pitcher, threw the
device with all of his might at the brick all. Despite the
leather case, the walky talky flew apart and bounced to the floor
in two main pieces with the battery splitting away and beyond the
furnace to the door side. Abe stepped back into the room and bent
over the cop and took her cuffs from the leather clip. He grinned
as he pulled her arms back and cuffed her wrists. Abe stood and
pushed her with his foot.

�Fucking pig bitch,� he muttered and kicked Crystal in the side.
�Fucking pig bitches come round a man and look down their noses
at the man,� he muttered and kicked Crystal harder.

Abe recalled the times when the cops had been called when he had
had issues with his bitches. So maybe he slapped few when he was
younger. �Man brings home the pay and bitch no want for
pleasurin� him. Acts all mean and lippy. Have to teach her who�s
boss. And the pigs come and look down on a man fo� keepin' his
bitch in order.� He kicked Crystal harder, this time he broke one
of her lower ribs. He rolled Crystal over. The stars and thudding
in her head were being replaced by a series of searing pains
shooting through her side. She groaned. It was when Abe got her
on her back that he realised how striking the big policewoman
was. He grinned and nodded to himself.

�Weeell, looky here. Sho� is a fine big mama cop pig bitch,� he
chuckled. He reached for Crystal�s tunic and ripped the front
open and searched up under her tee shirt for the bra. He soon
felt her breasts and whistled at how big and firm they were. Big
tits. Big nipples now all hard and inviting him.

�Who� man you sho� is a fine piece of pig ass,� he said to
himself and chuckled again.

He ran a hand between her legs and felt the swell of her sex
inside her serge trousers. He fumbled at her zipper and soon had
the trousers open. He reached inside but instead of girlie
panties he was expecting, realised she was wearing men�s boxer
shorts. He laughed aloud and he pushed a hand inside the flies
and felt her sex.

�Who� man she bare. Shaved pussy too. Oh man this is too much.
This is a man�s waking wet dream came true,� he guffawed at his
good luck.

Crystal wore men�s boxers because they were free and open around
her body which was good for sitting most days as she often did.
And the cut of her police trousers allowed for free underwear.
Milly always frowned when she saw Crystal pull the boxers on;
chiding her that there were petite legs hugging boxer style
panties for females that she could wear if she liked boxer style
underwear. Crystal laughed and accused her of thinking Crystal
was her daddy. Milly didn�t like the butch-femme comparison. She
regarded both of them as what were colloquially called lipstick
lesbians. Both of them were proud of their femininity without
having to resort to common male and female stereotypical roles.
Both abhorred the typical butch dyke persona as not representing
lesbianism in a true light. And the shaved sex was in deference
to the predominance of oral sex in their love making. The
hairless vaginas were exciting to touch and to taste while
performing cunnilingus on each other without the irritation of
pubic hair in the mouth. It was erotic when they took to shaving
each other to keep their genital equivalent of the five o�clock
shadow at bay.

Abe realised immediately that here was a full bodied bitch with a
big booty caboose. Someone who could take the black man�s big
cock and want more. He maneuvered Crystal inside the room and
went and pulled the plant door to the basement lobby closed so it
groaned past the warped hinges and wedge tight against the door
jamb. He went back to the super�s room and dragged Crystal across
to the centre of the room. The kid took up the mattress so he
decided to fuck the pig bitch here on the floor. He closed the
door to the plant room and removed his pants, looking down at the
police woman lying on her back, pinning her cuffed hands between
her back and the floor. He paused and took the Glock pistol from
her holster. He looked at it and made a few cursory shooting
poses before pointing the gun at Crystal head.

�Bang, bang bitch, yo� dead,� he whispered quietly.

He regarded the weapon and then looked at Crystal lying on her
floor. She was slowly starting to come around and her brain was
fighting to explain the pain in her arms and wrists as she pinned
her arms under her and the cuffs cut into her as Abe had clipped
them over-tight on her. Her face ached like hell and she couldn�t
work her lower jaw properly. She felt the hand between her legs
and wondered, was it Milly? Where was she? Where was Milly? She
felt the coolness of air on her crotch and she gasped. The sharp
intake of breath reminded her of the pain in her lower rib area.
Eventually her situation crawled back from the recesses of
unconsciousness as Abe pulled her trousers and boxers down and
positioned himself between her legs he held open with his outer
knees against her inner thigh. The full recall returned about the
time Abe�s cock bluntly parted her sex lips and with one
satisfying grunt Abe pushed himself into her. Two brief in out
surges and the black man buried himself balls deep in Crystal�s
cunt; better suited to a fully erect adult male than the ravaged
young girl on the mattress.

Crystal lost her heterosexual virginity as Abe started to fuck
her vigorously. �Oh god this was way better than that skinny
young bitch on the bed. This was a real woman for a real man�s
big cock,� he thought as his surge of pride in this second
conquest spurred him on as he raped Crystal hard and vigorously.
Crystal caught a sob in her throat as she gritted her teeth at
the pain in her arms and wrist, her jaw, and her ribs; and the
rough discomfort from the man�s big cock. She�d had sex toys in
her. Her hymen had long gone. She and Milly had several favorite
toys for the times the wanted penetration. A lot of their sex
bordered on tantric but Milly had previously had male lovers from
her mid-teens, before realizing she preferred women, and she
introduced Crystal to dildos and vibrators as ersatz male cocks.
Crystal came to enjoy these deviations from the touching and the
cunnilingus she and Milly indulged in as a staple of their sex
life. Now she was being filled, impossibly she thought, by the
real thing. But there was nothing sexy about this. This was
repugnant. This was odious. This scum was using her as an object
of gratification and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
She held her nerve refusing to cry or respond; preferring to lie
as passively as she could. She had learned at the Academy that
most rape was about power not sex. Many rapists never got hard
once they tried to enter a woman. Those that did often came
instantly or went impotent once the overpowering of the woman was
achieved. Abe fitted none of those categories. Abe was hard thick
and rough. Crystal realised the power he held was in his belief
of sexual prowess and he slammed away as if to reinforce the
point.

In the midst of the hard raping the thought of STD or AIDS struck
her. And then, �Oh fuck, I�m ovulating at the moment,� she
thought and the tears flowed from her eyes though she didn�t
utter a sound. �This black cunt is going to knock me up.�

Brad Hogan saw officers Henderson and Whatley out the door. He
thanked both men for dropping by. But his thanks were perfunctory
at best. Carol had exploded at the two policemen at the
effrontery to come to their house this Sunday morn and ask if
Tiffany had showed. And all the time Carol and Brad believed the
police were out searching for their daughter. Neither officer
knew of an APB on their daughter and let slip they had only been
detailed to check if she had returned, via the police Dispatcher,
not through any earlier briefing. Carol was left sobbing
inconsolably; realizing that over twelve hours had elapsed, and
apart from her and Brad trying to search the town, like looking
for a needle in a haystack, no one was taking their pain and
concern for their daughter�s welfare seriously. The two officers
drove off, Whatley advising the dispatcher that the girl had not
returned home. Sergeant Rosen was standing by the dispatcher and
heard the call. He looked grim. He was starting to have an uneasy
feeling the parents may well be right in their suspicion foul
play was at hand. He took the microphone from the dispatcher and
called Hanrahan to update her with this news. Crystal responded
and signed off saying she would not go on to visit the Hogan�s,
lest she cause further upset at this stage. Not unless there was
some news.

Hanrahan signed of the call at nine forty-five by saying she was
just leaving the Baxter�s apartment. It was now nine thirty two
and Hanrahan had not made her mandatory fifteen minute check-in.
Of course she could have been delayed at the Baxter�s. The
dispatcher called the standard check in code for Hanrahan three
times without success. She called Rosen to advise they had an
overdue officer out. Standard procedure called for backup to
check the officers last known location. Rosen ordered Henderson
and Whatley go and check Hanrahan�s whereabouts. The two officers
arrived at the Baxter�s apartment complex and saw the unmarked
cruiser parked out front; illegally parked just to one side of
the main entrance. The privilege of being the law allowed parking
wherever was necessary. The two officers checked the car and
Henderson called Hanrahan�s walky talkie without response. This
was strange. Assuming she was with the witnesses, she should
still answer her personal radio. They went into the apartment
building and rode the elevator to the Baxter�s apartment. It
wasn�t their day so far. Marilyn Baxter answered the door and
seeing two more police officers, lost it once more; screaming at
them to leave her family alone. Jim Baxter quickly intervened and
though he was angry at their presence, realised it was about the
previous police woman, not Tiffany that prompted this visit.

�She�s gone,� he said curtly. She left about forty-five minutes
ago.�

Henderson and Whatley looked at each other after Jim had closed
the door behind them.

�Nothing for it but to tell Rosen and call back-up to find her,�
said Whatley.

This was standard procedure for an officer not responding to
calls. They stepped into the elevator and rotated the handle to
Lobby. The elevator stopped on the third floor and a middle aged
woman stepped in. She looked somewhat surprised to see the two
police officers. This was a quiet respectable apartment complex
and she wondered why they were here. She smiled at them and
Henderson closed the door. The elevator shuddered and slowly
cranked into life.

�Uh oh. I hope we don�t wind up in the basement again,� the woman
chuckled as to make conversation.

She wanted to find out why they were here and needed to start a
conversation with the. Henderson and Whatley looked at her.

�What�s that mean?� said Henderson curious at the woman�s small
talk.

�Oh this dammed thing. The landlord thinks it adds art deco color
to this building so he supposedly had it refurbished and kept it;
in keeping with the vintage of the building proper,� she said
some what disparagingly. �But the dammed thing often misses the
lobby and goes right to the basement. And what�s more it won�t
return unless someone calls it from another floor. You have to
sit there and hope it gets called darned soon. I�ve been caught
there twice these last two months,� she lamented.

The two officers looked at each other and smiled faintly and
nodded their realisation together; Harahan had got caught in the
basement. She must have stepped out of the elevator and for some
reason closed the doors and it got called away, leaving her
stranded. They grinned at each other and the elevator stopped
correctly at the lobby. The woman stepped out then realizing the
two policemen had not followed her, she turned inquiringly as to
why they were not stepping out too. Henderson smiled at her and
tipped his cap as he slid the door closed. The woman looked
peeved they did not explain what they were doing and abruptly
turned and strode to the building entrance. Whatley turned the
handle to �B� for Basement and the lift shuddered into life and
quickly stopped at the basement level.

Abe fucked the pig bitch slowly and deliberately. Savoring the
joy of full penetration. She was firm and juicy and he leered at
her as he leaned over her, his buttocks slowing undulating back
and forth as he long-dicked her. Crystal had turned her head to
one side and was trying to focus on the young girl lying about
five feet across the room. But the gloom prevented her from
getting any detail as to the kid�s condition. Occasionally Abe
went deeper than she could stand, or twisted sideways stretching
her, and she winced and closed her eyes at the discomfort. But
generally he was straight and methodical, and apart from the
repugnant nature of what was happening, physically she took it
OK. Well apart from a broken jaw and rib, and a thundering
headache from her head hitting the floor. The girl was lying on
her back but Crystal felt she was watching yet she did not blink
or move. Just lay with her head turned in their direction.
Apparently staring at the man raping Crystal. Crystal�s
concentration on blocking out what was happening to her changed
as she sensed the rapists begin to get more ragged in his attack.
�Oh shit he�s going to cum,� she cried silently. �He�s going to
knock me up with his dirty filth,� she thought despondently.

Abe did indeed fill her with his sperm. He was now picking up
speed as he felt the full length in her white pig bitch cunt and
he was racing towards orgasm, crying out as he slammed her deep
and hard; pressing down on her causing Crystal to cry out at the
pain in her ribcage as he bumped her on his inward thrusts as he
ejaculated. Abe took this as a sign she was enjoying it so he
slammed harder, thinking the bitch was loving his big black cock.
Crystal�s innards were also hurting as he mashed against her
cervix. Abe was not that unusually thick but his cock was quite
long. It was the modest girth that had allowed him to get into
Tiffany and be able to bottom out in her juvenile vagina. Abe
finished inside of Crystal and leering at her he pinched nipple
hard. Emotionally this took her over the edge and she started
sobbing; having tried desperately to appear stoic during her
raping, she now succumbed to give into the mental torment he was
wreaking on her. Abe grinned and slowly pulled out of her. He was
still holding her gun in his right hand and as he rocked back
onto his haunches, he looked at the gun and the policewoman�s
full fleshy vulva, now bared before him; the sex lips gaping from
being pushed open for fifteen minutes as he raped her. He pushed
the gun barrel into her vagina and wiggled it around, laughing
softly at the look of horror on her face. Crystal was now sobbing
uncontrollably.

�Please don�t. Please take it out. I done wanna die this way,�
she sobbed. �Please, oh please. Oh God don�t do this,� she
wailed.

Abe laughed at her. Fortunately he had not realised the safety
catch was on, on the gun but Crystal did not know this and was
now fearing the worst possible outcome of this perverse act by
the rapist. A bullet ripping up through her womb and abdomen and
into her chest cavity.

�Don�t yo� worry shugga,� Abe chuckled. �This ol� nigga ain�t
finished with this fine piece of pussy jus� yet. Ol� Abe�s got
more plezshrin� to do fo� he thinks about a real bang��

He leered and he pointed the gun at her head and went �bang�. He
chuckled again and then putting the gun down, he started to turn
Crystal over onto her stomach. She groaned as her face caught the
floor on the turn, and her jaw ached like hell. Her hands and
arms were screaming in discomfort at having been pinned under her
for at least twenty minutes and she felt the ache as the blood
started to flow down her arms to her fingers again. Her wrists
were cut and bleeding due to the tightness of the handcuffs.
Fortunately he turned her away from the broken rib and she didn�t
have to take any weight on that side as she went through the roll
over. Abe coaxed her into a kneeling position by tapping her bare
butt with the gun barrel. Crystal was groaning from the pain
points on her body and also at the realisation he was positioning
her for a rear assault. Surely he couldn�t start straight away so
soon after leaving his filthy load in her body? Abe could start
again. The sex with the woman was way more exciting and carnal
than what had happened with the girl. Oh sure he got off well
enough the first time he fucked the kid but it was all down hill
after he realised he couldn�t fill her little hole with all of
his prick. Abe was still hard as hell and rearing� to go. What�s
more, he knew he wouldn�t cum quickly and he licked his lips in
anticipation at a long gratuitous fuck.

Whatley and Henderson spotted the green door and walked over to
it. Henderson ran his hand over it and noted it was heavy plate
steel; painted green. He could tell there were years of paint
under the new top coat, just by the way the heads of the steel
rivets were now small bumps rather than the larger mushroom heads
of the day the door was first put together. Swamped by the layers
of paint, applied over the years. This was some sort of fire
door. He grabbed the handle and pulled. The door didn�t budge.

�Geez this is a tight bastard,� he said looking at Whatley.

He braced the sole of his foot against the wall beside the jamb,
just as Hanrahan had done, and slowly prised the door open. Just
as it did for Crystal, the hinges groaned loudly and suddenly the
resistance vanished and Henderson staggered backwards, nearly
falling, and holding the door handle to steady himself. Whatley
chuckled at his partner�s misfortune and with a smartass look,
pushed past his partner. The room was hot and stuffy and he saw
the outline of a large gas fired furnace; the only light in the
windowless room coming from the switchboard bezels. He made out a
faint sliver of light beyond what looked like a big open hopper
and correctly guessed that must be the coal bunker from days of
coal fired boilers. The sliver of daylight was a slight gap in
two dark looking steel doors which was the bunker entry from
outside. Whatley pulled out his flashlight and began shining it
around the room. Henderson had recovered and followed his partner
into the room with his flashlight out as well. Realizing his
partner was already casing the room Henderson concentrated on a
brown door. Perhaps a closet or storage cupboard. He walked to
the door and reached for the handle, just as Whatley picked up an
object he spotted in the flashlight beam; between the furnace and
the wall with the basement lobby. He walked over to it and bent
down. It was a white flat object with wires. He picked it up and
shone his torch on the object. It was a flat pack battery of
sorts with a red and black wire hanging out one end. He looked at
it puzzled. Well this was a plant room. Perhaps it was something
to do with the furnace or the switchboard controls. He turned
slowly and scanned the floor for anything else. That�s when he
saw the leather holder from Crystal�s walky talky. He recognized
this as somehow familiar and stooped quickly towards it. He was
bending to pick it up when he heard Henderson�s; urgent call.

�Police, freeze, stay where you are�� and the loud bang of a
gunshot.

Abe slowly and deliberately eased his still hard cock into
Crystal�s wet sex. Wet from Abe�s recent ejaculation. Abe groaned
loudly to let the bitch no she was about to get well fucked again
by this big black nigga�s cock. He held the gun in his right
hand, against her right flank and slowly moved in and out of her;
savoring her warmth and the pleasure of being able to go deep.
Crystal had been able to rest most of her weight on one shoulder
point and turned her face to the bed to prevent her aching jaw
from hitting the floor as she was jerked by the rapist�s inward
shoves at her. Her knees ached from the hard concrete floor as
she kneeled being raped dog fashion. Some time just after Abe had
started to rape her this second time, she opened her eyes wide as
she tried blinking to clear the tears that were stinging her
eyes. To her horror, as her vision and focus returned, she saw
the young girl had stood up on the mattress and was facing them.
She was rolling her head around and her hands were shaking as if
she was about to start to have a fit or seizure. Crystal realized
to, that the girl was urinating. She could clearly see the
splashes of urine on the dark mattress. She could faintly hear
the girls hiss of piss. The rapist had not reacted and steadily
plugged her vagina from behind; so Crystal assumed he was unaware
of the girl�s change of position and pissing on the mattress. She
was fearful what he might do if he realized the kid was fouling
his bedding. After all he held the gun in his hand. Crystal could
feel it in his hand against her right hip. Tiffany had not
relieved herself of the soda she drank at the birthday party. For
over twelve hours her bladder waited for release. But her bodily
warning signs had closed down; or had been repressed through fear
or self preservation during the serious assault on her body so it
was held in. Unusual as fear often brought about a release of the
bladder or bowel. But now as she stood, the change in muscle
position had made her bladder evacuate as if incontinent.

Abe had his eyes lightly closed and was enjoying the fuck of the
police woman. He was so intent on pleasuring himself in her that
he did not hear the early warning graunch of the hinge from the
fire door to the plant room as he had done when Crystal had
opened it. He did not hear the wooden door to his room open as
the spring loaded catch clicked as the door was pulled outwards.
The increased noise from the switchboard and the furnace, now the
door was open, was lost to Abe�s ears such was the bliss he was
experiencing. Neither did he see Henderson standing in the
doorway; stunned at the sight he was taking in. The form he
registered dumbly as Crystal Hanrahan and the slow dawning that
the man behind her was actually fucking her. At first he thought
Hanrahan must have been hiding out having a morning quickie with
some guy she knew; but then he saw her hands in the small of her
back with the fingers twisting and waving as she tried to make
the ache in her wrists go away. Henderson realised his fellow
officer was cuffed. His flashlight played on the policewoman�s
side and back so he could view the hands more closely. It was the
sudden appearance of the light that caught Abe�s attention
through half closed eyelids. He opened his eyes in surprise and
followed the beam to the source in the open doorway. Abe�s
understanding of what was occurring was way faster than
Henderson�s slow realization at what he was seeing, and without
thinking Abe brought his right hand up from Crystal�s flank and
aimed the gun across the front of his body from the waist to
point at Henderson on his left. He pulled the trigger but nothing
happened. The damn gun wouldn�t fire and he squeezed his finger
on the trigger repeatedly. Henderson realized the man had a gun
and drawing his weapon yelled the standard police warning to an
armed perpetrator. As the man already had a bead on him,
Henderson pulled the trigger in panic.

Tiffany had been standing, moving about in a sort of zombie like
way, with her arms waving close by her side. She wanted to yell
out to the lady. Tell her the man was evil and would do bad
things. She couldn�t get the words to form in her mouth and utter
them as she tried to do. Then beyond the pair on the floor, the
door opened and a bright light appeared. It was another man. Two
men and two of them; girl and woman. The new man was going to
hurt her just as the man was hurting the lady now. She quickly
recoiled against the wall and slid down, and to get further away,
wedged herself back into the corner of the room sitting on the
mattress. She drew her knees up and clasping her arms around her
shins, she uttered the first real sounds since stepping into the
room the evening before. She began to moan in a low wail as she
turned her head away from the scene unfolding before her. The
wail became recognizable as a word; �nooooo, noooo�, noooo� as
she formed the only word she could think of.

The bullet from Henderson�s gun tore into Abe�s neck just above
the sternum, ripping through and clipping a neck vertebra on the
way out of the soft tissue. The trajectory of the steel jacket
bullet took it to hit Tiffany on the top of her left knee cap,
shattering it as it deviated up slightly and struck the young
girl just above the heart. The fragmenting metal missile and
fragments of rib bone punctured her aorta and the spent bullet
finally lodged in the rear of her chest cavity. Her life quickly
ebbed away. Abe was frozen as he had kneeled behind Hanrahan, his
cock still embedded in her vagina. He gurgled and gasped at the
shock of having his throat and windpipe opened up and he fell
sideways to his right, his cock slipping from Hanrahan�s vagina.
He fell on his back, with his hips twisted so his legs stayed
much as if he was still crouched behind the prone police woman.
Crystal screamed out in fright at the sound of the gun shot and
as she gathered her senses, Henderson leaped to her side to
reassure her, certain the perp was dead or dieing. He stooped to
comfort his colleague who was now sobbing hysterically in fear
and relief she was now free of this torment.

Whatley had sped to the doorway at the sound of the gunshot. By
the time he took in the immediate scene, Henderson was crouched
at officer Hanrahan�s head. She had rolled sideway�s onto one hip
and Whatley almost blushed as he realised she was naked from the
waist down. Curiously he took note of the men�s boxer shorts
around one of Hanrahan�s ankles. This puzzled him. As he cast his
gaze across the room he traversed his flashlight and stopped on
the face of a thin middle aged black male with a vast red pool of
blood appearing on the floor, either side of his neck where he
lay. He was still alive but in a bad way and Whatley heard the
gurgling as the man�s lungs tried to get air through the new hole
in his throat. But the blood pouring into his airways was
preventing the smooth inhalation of air. Abe was slowly dieing
from the gunshot wound. Whatley glanced to his right and saw a
flashlight still glowing on the floor. The beam had locked in a
small pool of light against the internal wall of the room.
Hanrahan�s flashlight he reasoned.

He also now realized the black man had been raping Hanrahan as
the man�s erect cock was hanging across one naked thigh. Set as
if in some death rigor mortis. He knew of hanging victims often
getting erections as they jerked and twisted, but he had always
thought shock caused an erection to deflate rapidly. He set his
jaw in a grim mask and wished the man to die slowly for the foul
rape of him and Henderson�s friend and colleague. As Whatley
stepped forward to peer down at the man, he caught a glimpse of
white out of the corner of his eye. It was the white of Tiffany�s
polo shirt and he trained the flashlight beam towards the object.
His eyes opened in horror as he saw the young girl, whom they had
been following up on her disappearance. She too was naked from
the waist down. �Oh God the black cunt�s been at her to,� he
thought sorrowfully. �The poor little bitch.� He stepped quickly
towards her, sitting wedged in the corner of the room on a filthy
single bed mattress. He slowed as he looked at her. Her eyes were
staring open; her head tilting slightly down and her mouth
slightly open, as if she was caught in the middle of saying a
word. He saw the top of the white shirt was spreading with red as
she bled from the fatal chest wound.

He knew she was dead already, by the look on her face.
Nevertheless procedure dictated he check for signs of life. He
reached his fingers to her Cartoid artery but he felt no pulse.
He confirmed his gut feeling she was dead. Her pretty young face;
frozen in a death mask. He looked at the blaze of blood red skin
and bone fragments on one knee, and shaking his head, realized
how she had come to die. He drew two fingers down and closed her
eyes. This was a definite no-no in forensic terms. Never change
the crime scene. He had no reason to think her eyes open added
any information to her tragic death. He thought of the man and
his hysterical wife they had visited less than an hour earlier.
Her worried parents; lashing out verbally at the police
indifference to their daughter�s whereabouts. He hung his head
realizing their concerns and plea for help would be the prime
focus on what had happened to this innocent young girl. Her whole
life ahead of her; now snuffed out by vile circumstances.

�How the fuck are we ever going to explain this to her parents,�
he thought ruefully.

The End

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