She breathed a sigh of relief, and began removing her camera from its case.
There was an inscription on the base, a prayer, it seemed. Some of the words had been erased by the passage of years:
~where time has no memory…
breathless before new seasons,
new joys…before drowning in
your holy fire, give us one more
day~
The subject was obviously Death, Marie thought. She wished the inscription had not been so badly faded, and she wondered if the words had been penned by Blackthorne. That was the most likely assumption, she guessed. But, if so, why did he think he would be going to hell? As far as she knew Blackthorne hadn’t been an evil man.
Since the lighting was so bad, Marie decided to use flash bulbs. She took several shots from different angles using various settings, in case some didn’t turn out right.
She was so intent upon what she was doing that she didn’t notice the stocky man with a scruffy beard and beer belly watching her.
Chapter 4
Prelude to Rape
Tom Logan had been observing the pretty blonde for sometime now. He wanted to make sure she was alone. At first he had merely thought to ask her for money, but now other thoughts were crowding his woozy mind. Thoughts his mother wouldn’t have approved. Tom Logan grinned.
No woman should look that good. It ought’ a be a crime. Even with the raincoat covering her, Logan could tell she had a figure. She would be sleek and sexy underneath. He wondered if she shaved her cunt. A lot of women did; he knew from all the porno filth he got out of dumpsters. She could easily be one of those women. She didn’t look cheap, though. Bimbo-ish. She looked sensitive and intelligent which made her even more sexy.
She reminded him of a school teacher he’d had. He’d always fantasized fucking her. But this bitch was a whole lot fucking prettier.
He moved toward her, his muddy work boots squishing deeply into the pasty mud. He felt his cock stiffening halfway down the inside of his thick, hairy thigh.
Marie heard the sound of his approach just as she was putting her camera back in its case. She turned and saw him standing only a few feet from her.
Her first thought was that he was one of the cemetery handymen, but then she noted the vile, whiskey smell emanating from him, his scruffy beard and filthy clothes, and she realized, with alarm, that he was some kind of derelict.
” Oh, you startled me,” Marie said, self-consciously raising her hand to her throat, trying not to show her disgust at his rotten-toothed grin.
” Takin’ some pictures are you,” he said.
She loathed the way his eyes wandered freely up and down her body. His gaze made her aware of her bare feet sunk in the mud, and it made her feel vulnerable, naked somehow.
Alone in a cemetery with a….She tried to push the thought from her mind.
” Yes. I was taking some pictures for my class.” She tried to smile. If you’re friendly with people, they won’t want to…to what? she thought. Hurt you? Or….She remembered what her girlfriend, Carrie, had once told her: there isn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t rape a woman given the opportunity and knowing he could get away with it.
” Class?” his eyes were bleary and confused looking.
” Uh, yes. At Crockett High. I teach there.”
She turned and picked up her shoes off a tombstone where she had placed them.
” It was muddy; I didn’t want to ruin them,” she offered lamely, feeling more and more alarmed under his brazen scrutiny.
” You’re a teacher, huh? I once had a teacher looked something like you. Only your better looking’.”
” Well, thank you,” Marie replied. ” A woman always likes to get a compliment. And now I guess I’d better get going,” she smiled, trying to inject a note of cheeriness into her voice, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She avoided looking into his eyes.
” What’s your hurry?” Logan asked, placing his hand on her upper arm and rubbing up and down suggestively.
Ignore it, she told herself. Don’t make an issue out of it. You don’t want to set him off. Just be firm. Take charge. Just as you would if he were one of you students.
” I really have to go.”
His grip on her arm tightened.
” So if you don’t mind”
The slap came out of nowhere. Stunning her.
She stumbled backwards slipping in the greasy mud. If she could just focus her eyes. Everything was spinning, spinning, spinning, like a circus merry-go-round. A fist glanced off her jaw banging her back into the hard granite of a tombstone. Instantly, his hand yank at the collar of her raincoat. The top snapped open. A fist flew into her stomach, doubling her over.
” Fucking whore!” he screamed. ” Fucking, goddamned whore!”
He grabbed the back of her raincoat and jerked it up over her head and off. He flung it aside.
She was bowed over on her knees before him, wearing a black, turtle-neck sweater and a short, grey skirt.
” Take’m off, bitch.”
Her knees and toes were buried in the mud. Her skirt had risen almost to her crotch. A dark, enticing shadow lay between the upper region of her thighs. She looked up at him, her blue eyes slowly focusing. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
Slowly her hands moved to the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it up and over her head. He took it from her and tossed it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to. Her breasts were firm and round with pink nipples and areola.
He made her give him the gold necklace with its heart pendant and put it in his pocket. ” The rings, too, bitch, and the watch.” He was going to strip her of everything.
” OK, take the skirt off.”
The skirt had an elastic waist. She stood and pushed it down her thighs, letting it drop down to her ankles, then stepped out of it. She bent down and picked it up; giving him a sudden, defiant look, she tossed it aside.
Now all that remained were a pair of white bikini briefs.
She didn’t wait for him to say anything. Her hands moved from her breasts, down her belly to her hips, hesitated, then, with long-nailed fingers reached inside the waistband and scrolled the panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Logan stared at her cunt and grinned. It was clean shaven.
Chapter 5
The Drive-By
The windshield wipers moved lazily back and forth forming a fan shape within the beads of water. Liza stroked Brad’s cock up and down in time to their beat. As they rounded a bend, they saw a grey car pulled over to the side of the lane.
” Isn’t that Marie’s car,” Liza asked.
” Don’t know. Looks like it.”
” What would she be doing out here, in the cemetery?”
Brad thought a minute. ” Oh, shit! It is her. She’s been talking all week about some fucking poet who’s buried here. She was going to take some pictures of his grave, I think.”
” Want to stop and make it a three-way with the little bitch?” Liza teased.
” Hmp, you’re the last person I want her to see me with right now. It would spoil all my future plans.”
” Our future plans,” Liza added, stroking her fingers lightly through his hair.
They drove on leaving the quiet of the cemetery behind them.
Chapter 6
The Rape
The palms of her hands were flat against his fat, hairy belly. His cock was huge and tasted of spoiled tuna fish. Blood and spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin to her breasts.
He held the knife to her throat, which was dotted with tiny pricks the sharp point had made. The air was filled with her moist, slurping sounds. He gazed over her shoulders and down her arched back to where her rounded buttocks curved out resting on the heels of her feet. The sight made his cock stiffen even more.
He’d made her drink heavily from the bottle of whiskey he’d carried in his hip pocket. Later, he had made her gulp down more. He had gotten her drunk, she knew, so she couldn’t run away. But at least the alcohol had softened the horror of what was happening to her. Some at least.
” OK, that’s enough,” he said. ” Get on your back.”
” Please–”
A hand shot out, gripping her slender neck in a vice-like grip, squeezing her airway shut. He held the point of the knife blade a fraction of an inch from her eye. If she moved her head even slightly, he would blind her in that eye. It was paradoxical. He was hurting her so she would want to struggle, to resist. Yet, with the knife, preventing her from doing so.
He released his grip slightly.
” Please, I’ll be good,” she gasped quickly, before he could tighten his grip again. ” I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt me.”
” Well, that’s a little better now.” He watched her lie down on her back in the mud. Beads of rain glistened on her shapely body and slid from her jiggling breasts.
He got on his knees between her legs, as she moved them apart. He stared fascinated at the clean slit of her pussy. The lips were tight and smooth. She was staring at his cock.
” Nice isn’t it?” He stroked it back and forth peeling the foreskin back over the swollen purple head. ” I once killed a woman with it,” he said laughing. Course she was awfully small. You should have heard her scream. Now that I think about it, she might not have been a woman after all.”
Marie felt bile rise in her throat. Only her terror kept her from expressing the full disgust she felt for him.
” Twelve inches, sometimes thirteen when I’m really cooking, like right now. ” Put your hand around it,” he said.
She did as he ordered. It was so thick that there was easily one and a half inches separating the tips of her fingers.
” Course no man’s dick can compete with the fucking babies you worthless cunts spew out. But I guarantee when I put it in you, it’s gonna hurt, bitch. I could’ve been a real porn star if I’d wanted. Donkey Logan, har, har.” He spit chewing tobacco on her belly. Then picked up the whiskey bottle out of the mud and made her drink some more, taking several heavy hits himself.
” Some women say I get mean when I’m drunk. But you don’t think I’m mean, do you?”
Marie shook her head.
” That’s good cause I can tell you’re a woman who likes to fuck.”
Marie nodded obediently.
That’s good cause I want us to get along real good.” He moved the tips of his fingers slowly up and down the lips of her cunt, stopping to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
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