Part 3
The Madison family was full of worry. It had been around 8:30 PM the previous
night when anyone had last heard from Jennifer. Several police officers were at
the Madison household, asking questions, and beginning the investigation that
had been reported around midnight when Jennifer failed to return home and the
police were notified.
Jennifer's parents were in the kitchen, answering several questions from two
police detectives. They had both decided to take their days off from work,
tired and worried after staying up all night, trying to call anyone and everyone
who knew Jennifer, and who might have any idea as to her whereabouts. In the
Madison living room, another series of questions was being asked and answered.
Katie Nelson, Jennifer's best friend in the whole world, was busy answering
questions from two other detectives. Her boyfriend Matt sat by her side,
holding her hand, noticing how much Katie was trembling as she talked about the
two hours she and Jennifer had spent together yesterday night, before Jennifer
had headed over to the gymnasium to do her gymnastics, as she always had three
or four days a week.
Katie and Matt were all-American kids. Both aged 19, they were in their second
year of university, taking a lot of the same classes as Jennifer. They had been
good friends of Jennifer's for years, since elementary school. In fact, it was
Jennifer's matchmaking which helped bring the two of them together in high
school, and they had been an item ever since. Katie had been instantly
attracted to Matt's boyish good looks. Matt was about 6 feet tall, with blonde
hair and blue eyes, trademarks passed down to him from his Swedish/Icelandic
ancestors. He was in excellent shape, making him the perfect candidate for one
of the starting wide receivers for the University's football team.
Matching his good looks and excellent physical condition, Katie too was
extremely attractive. Her slim 5 foot 4, 120 pound body was in great shape, as
she and Jennifer had exercised together for years, challenging each other to
keep their bodies in the tip-top shape they were in. Her blonde hair was in a
sharp contrast to Jennifer's brown hair, but their attitudes were very
similar....rather snotty with people they didn't care anything about, but very
good to each other. Matt encouraged Katie to continue answering questions from
the detectives.
Outside in the yard, Jennifer's 21 year old brother Jason Madison was sitting on
a lawn chair discussing the entire situation with his girlfriend Erica, his best
friend Brandon, and Jennifer's ex-boyfriend Stu. Jason and Brandon had also
been best friends for years. They would do anything for each other, and Brandon
promised Jason that he would do anything to help locate his sister. Erica sat
in between Jason's legs, resting her elbows on his knees, teaming up to help the
two men toss some ideas around. Even Stu, Jennifer's ex-boyfriend of only four
months ago, was there, offering his assistance.
Stu had dumped Jennifer four months ago after they had dated for almost a year,
when they were both freshmen at the University. Jennifer had immediately caught
Stu's eye, as well as every other male in the freshmen class, but Stu was one of
the first to make his move. Dating Jennifer was no easy task, as her snottiness
and arrogance was hard to tolerate at times, but Stu held out, knowing that when
he was finally able to get into Jennifer's pants, it would be well worth the
abuse he had to take in the relationship. The problem was that Jennifer
continuously resisted his advances, time and time again. It would drive Stu
crazy. They would be laying on the sofa in his dorm room, passionately making
out, with Jennifer running her hands all over his bulging crotch, but just
before Stu could get to open them up, she would stop him, telling him that he
would have to wait. Over and over, Stu heard the same story. She didn't even
let him eat her out, not even once. He did have two fingers inside of her on
numerous occasions, but that was as far as Jennifer would let him go, and he
would end up having to lick the juices off of his fingers when she turned her
head to put her shirt and pants back on. It drove him absolutely wild, and
finally, he ended up dumping her, not wanting to cheat on her, and not wanting
to wait any longer for the prize. Stu was rather miffed when Jennifer took the
break up almost too easily, saying that it was for the best, but that they would
always be good friends. Stu felt as though she had been leading him on for the
entire year they had dated, and that she never had any intentions at all of
letting him sleep with her. And he had forked over a lot of cash from his
wallet and credit cards on Jennifer's exorbant spending patterns. It drove Stu
wild, and following the breakup, he went on a three month sex binge, sucking and
fucking any female that would open her legs for him. Luckily, Stu had the looks
to always draw them in, and he felt better about the whole thing. He really
didn't hate Jennifer, but he certainly cared enough to be here for Jason, who
had been a good friend to him in the past year, while he dated his sister.
Jennifer and Jason's little 15 year old sister Phoebe Madison joined the
foursome, curious about the whole incident, and about what her older brother and
his friends were discussing. Phoebe was a bright inquisitive teenager, with a
good heart and possessing an energetic precociousness that surrounded her. When
she spoke, people sometimes forgot they were talking to a child and not an
adult. Phoebe was very intelligent, and had the mind of a young budding
detective. Jason used to tell people that Phoebe came right out of Salinger's
Catcher in the Rye. Phoebe listened in carefully to the conversation.
"Man, I tell you, there's got to be something Katie can remember about last
night.", thought Jason aloud. "She was the last person to see Jennifer around,
maybe she noticed something, anything."
"I hope you're right. If Katie knows anything, at least it gives us somewhere
to start from," replied Brandon. "I feel as helpless as you do Jay, it's like
we're just sitting around waiting, it's driving me crazy."
Jason nodded, worried to death about his younger sister. The worst thoughts
were going through his mind, but privately he hoped that there would be a
reasonable explanation to her disappearance when the truth finally came out.
Although, he was having a tough time coming up with any reason at all that 19
year old Jennifer wouldn't have come home without calling or leaving a message.
Suddenly, Phoebe spoke out, causing all four heads to turn her way. "I think we
should go to the University and investigate the places that Jen was at last
night because maybe we could find a clue or something." Brandon smiled and
rubbed Phoebe's head..."Thanks for your help Nancy Drew, it's good to have you
on the case." Jason, Erica and Stu smiled, but Phoebe did not like feeling as
though she was being talked down to or being treated condescendingly. "I'm not
joking Brandon." was her reply.
"Hey look," interrupted Brandon, "Here comes Katie and Matt." Everyone stood up
and approached the two of them, noticing that Katie was wiping tears from her
eyes, being held supportively by Matt.
"Jason, I'm so so sorry! I wish I knew more, I wish I could say something that
would help!" cried Katie as Matt continued to hold her.
"Katie, this is NOT your fault." consoled Jason. "You didn't do anything wrong.
All we know is that Jen disappeared sometime after she left you at campus, and
we need to find out where she might have gone, or who she might have gone to
see."
Matt shook his head, as he held his girlfriend tightly. "The police want us to
return to campus with them to go over some of the places that Jen and Katie hung
out at. We're going there right now, do you want to come?"
"Heck ya, I totally want to go. I wanted to stay here and call up some of Jen's
friends but I'd rather go with you two." replied Jason.
Erica stood up and said "Jason, why don't you go with Matt and Katie to the
University, and I'll stay here with Brandon and Stu, and maybe we can call up
those names that you have on your list. You'll probably be more valuable over
there anyway, and if we come up with something or need you, we'll just call your
cell."
Jason smiled at Erica. Not only was she incredibly attractive, with her
shoulder length brown hair, her blue eyes, her tall 5 foot 8 stature, and her
curvaceous body, but she had a heart of gold. He loved her so much, for her
strength, her support and her love. "Thanks Erica, you're the best. Ok Matt,
Katie, I'll come with you." replied Jason. Phoebe jumped up with excitement at
the chance to do some detective work.
"Jason!!!! I want to come too!!!!" said Phoebe excitedly as she leapt up to his
side, eager to do anything she could to help find her big sister. "Ok squirt,
come on." said Jason as he kissed Erica good bye. Erica, Brandon and Stu went
back into the house to start the phone calling while Jason and Phoebe hopped
into the backseat of Matt's car, and Matt drove them off to the University
campus.
*****
Meanwhile, back at Charlie's Gym, Bubba smiled as he prepared to wake his tiny
sleeping beauty, laying so peacefully on the gymnastics floor mat. Bubba walked
over to Jennifer's quiet body, making no noises but a steady in and out
breathing noise. Man she must be exhausted, thought Bubba. Just watching that
strenuous exercise made him tired. Oh well, he was ready to watch some more,
although he was quite sure his little victim would not be feeling quite as
enthusiastic.
"Yo girl! Jenny girl!! Wake up wake up wake up! Up you wake up you wake up
you wake!" shouted Bubba in a loud booming voice. Instantly Jennifer sat to
attention, like some disciplined Marine private rising to the sound of a bugle
call. It took her a few milliseconds to register exactly where she was, but
when she saw the large menacing black body above her, well, like Celine Dion
crooned, it was all coming back to her.
"Oh God, please, no more!!!" begged Jennifer as she looked up at Bubba with a
set of sad, pleading eyes. Bubba smiled as he knelt down on one knee next to
her, watching her tremble and flinch with every movement of his body. He loved
the feeling of incredible power.
"Good morning sunshine! Did ya have a good nap? Ready for some exercise? Ha
ha ha!" taunted Bubba as he helped her stand to her feet. Instantly, Jennifer
reached down to her stomach.
"Oh God I have to pee so badly...please!!" she stammered as she stepped from one
foot to another. Bubba chuckled to himself and replied..."Dontcha mean, that
ol' Bubba has to pee so badly? After all, that is my piss flowing through ya
girl. So technically it's me that has to pee. I thought you was a college
girl? Didntcha take any sciences yet Jenny?"
Jennifer stared back at him with a flash of hatred, ready to give him a piece of
her mind. But of course, she didn't dare say anything, not wanting any more
punishments. Unfortunately for her, it was the look on her face that gave her
thoughts away. Angrily, Bubba grabbed her by one of her still tender nipples
and began to pull her after him as he started to walk away. Jennifer howled in
pain, as she clenched his wrist with both hands in a futile effort to dislodge
his fingers from her sore, swollen nipple, but to no avail.
"Please, I can't take the hurting anymore!!! It hurts...please!!!" begged
Jennifer as Bubba led her into the shower room area after grabbing her duffle
bag. Bubba let go of her nipple finally, causing her to pull her hands to her
chest, to somehow alleviate the horrible statements of pain that her nipple was
sending to her brain. Bubba tossed the pair of white cotton panties that
Jennifer had been wearing before she had ever changed into her green leotard at
the University. The panties bounced off of Jennifer, and fell to the floor.
Confused, Jennifer looked down at the panties, then back up at Bubba.
"Go on girl, take off that gym outfit and put those panties on now!! You're
gonna get punished for acting like such a bitch. I didn't like that face you
gave me back there girl. Haven't you learned your lesson yet?? It's your
bitchy attitude that got your ass into this situation in the first place!"
Without any argument or resistance, Jennifer sadly picked up the pair of panties
from the floor, knowing that it would be pointless to argue against his
decision. Once the panties were in her hands, Jennifer expected Bubba to leave
the room, or at least turn around while she took off her leotard. "Well?"
Jennifer asked innocently.
Bubba couldn't believe it!! Was she actually waiting for him to leave the room
before following his orders? "Excuse me Jenny girl, I gave you an order. Take
that gym shit off your body RIGHT NOW and get those panties ON! This aint no
time for modesty! I've already seen everything you have to offer, there aint no
surprises left. So hop to it!" said Bubba sternly, as Jennifer angrily started
to pull the straps of the outfit off of her shoulders, and pulled it down to her
waist. Bubba noticed that she seemed to have a tough time with the next step of
pulling her leotard all the way down to the floor and stepping out of them.
However, Jennifer did just that, and Bubba watched in awe as she revealed her
entire naked body to him, in its full glory. Man oh man, thought Bubba, that
was definitely not the body of a 19 year old, it was teenager nookie pure and
simple. Jennifer was underdeveloped, and he loved the petite figure that stood
before him, now quickly dressed in panties, as Jennifer had quickly put them on,
not wanting him to stare at her nakedness any longer than he had to. She
noticed the bulging in his pants, and didn't want to do anything to take his
mind off of the promise he had made her about not raping her.
"Ok girl, you wanted to piss? You're gonna get to piss. Step into that
shower." Jennifer was confused as Bubba pushed her into a small shower that had
three walls and one curtain covering the entrance, which Bubba had torn off.
The entire showering area was only about four feet by four feet. With Bubba's
huge body standing in the entrance, Jennifer was most certainly trapped.
"I...I thought you said I could go to the bathroom?" said Jennifer in a childish
like manner that only served to intensify Bubba's lust. Bubba laughed. "Yes,
you can go girl. I'll letcha."
Jennifer stood there, without any clue as to what Bubba was talking about. All
she knew was that her bladder was aching to explode, full of his pee that she
was dying to rid herself of. "But, I have panties on! I have to take them
off!"
"Still arguing eh bitch? Well argue about this!" said Bubba as he lunged
forward with his fingers, rolling Jennifer's nipples into hard little nubs by
painfully twisting them in both directions like he was madly searching for his
favorite radio program on two different radios. Jennifer screamed and moaned as
her nipples became filled and pointy against her will, and then she gasped for
air as Bubba placed the two nipple clamps on her, one for each nipple.
Unfortunately for her, she temporarily lost it.
"Fuck you son of a bitch!!!" Jennifer managed to get out before the censorship
neurons in her head fired up, protecting her id from saying anything else that
would get her in even more trouble. Bubba smiled a big white toothy grin as he
heard those words.
"You're in a whole lotta fuckin' trouble now Jenny girl. I'd piss your panties
now like I've been telling you to do for the past five minutes." said Bubba
surprisingly and calmly. Knowing she had zero options at this moment, she
picked the one she needed to pick. A stream of pee began flowing from her tiny
pee hole into her panties, soaking and staining the material with urine, and
spurting out from between the waist bands, running down her legs, and into the
shower drainage hole below her. It was incredibly humiliating for Jennifer as
she felt the hot urine running down her legs, and her panties becoming
completely soaked. Bubba smiled, knowing that most of the urine coming out of
her was his. He thought of her as his little coffee filter and chuckled. When
she was finished, Bubba then told her to remove the panties. Jennifer complied
immediately, wanting those sticky things off of her. Bubba took them carefully
from her by holding the waist band, one of the few places where the urine had
not soaked through the cotton material.
"Now, since you keep having these verbal outbursts Jenny, I'm gonna have to plug
a couple of holes, and we'll start with this one." said Bubba as he lunged
forward and pulled her ponytail back, and began to cram the urine soaked panties
into her mouth. Jennifer tried to resist but it was a hopeless battle, and
eventually, the panties were completely inside her mouth, her urine and Bubba's
urine soaking over her tongue, trickling down her throat, pooling in between her
teeth, and reaching every little cell inside her entire cheek cavity. The taste
was horrible and Jennifer was forced to relive her urine-tasting again, this
time, no matter how hard she tried, the taste was there.
"Now Jenny, you're a mess, sweat, piss, pussy juices, you need a shower girl."
said Bubba as he undid her ponytail. Despite the severe pain emanating from her
nipples, Jennifer reached forward to turn on the water, just wanting to feel
clean again somehow, but Bubba stopped her. "Don't you be worrying about that,
ol Bubba here will be on temperature control. You just be worrying about
soapin' up and shampooing." said Bubba as he turned the water on to a nice warm
setting. The cascading water coming from the shower was set to a rather high
pressure, but the warmth and cleanness of it actually made Jennifer feel good.
She reached over to get the big bar of deodorant soap laying on the soap holder,
and began to lather up her hands and her skin. It felt wonderful to have her
odors washed away down the drain....it almost felt too wonderful, thought
Jennifer, just knowing there had to be a catch. And of course, there was.
She noticed the water temperature starting to drop, becoming cooler and cooler.
She turned her head towards Bubba who was slowly turning the shower level
towards C, with a big smile on his face. "Don't stop now girl, you got a lotta
cleanin' to do. That is, unless you want ol Bubba to do it for you? I've got a
tool here in my pants that's great for cleaning those hard to reach places like
those deep folds in your pussy and your asshole. Wanna try it?"
Instantly, and despite the cooling water, Jennifer resumed her lathering at an
increased velocity. It wasn't easy as she began to shiver and little goosebumps
started to pop up and down her flesh as the water was now moving just past the
zone of comfortablility. Now it was just getting colder and colder. The little
mmmmm sounds coming from Jennifer's mouth as she was pleading with Bubba not to
drop the temperature anymore was music to Bubba's ears.
"What's that?? You don't like it so cold?" mocked Bubba. Jennifer replied by
shaking her head no, her matted hair clinging seductively to her cheek. She
looked so erotic like this, her nipple clamps tugging down on her swollen
nipples with every movement, her panties crammed into her mouth, and cold water
dripping down her goosebumpy body, that Bubba decided he was going to finally
have to rape her tonight. She had caused the sperm production in his balls to
quadruple, and he knew he would have a huge load built up to dump anywhere on or
in this tight nubile body that he wanted. And he knew he just couldn't wait.
After all...who or what could stop him?
Bubba started to turn the water ever so slowly back to the H direction, and
Jennifer continued her soaping. However, Bubba now didn't stop at the nice warm
level that Jennifer wanted....he was turning it hotter and hotter! Again,
Jennifer noticed the severe temperatures approaching and again ,she turned to
Bubba. Trying to escape the now uncomfortable hot water that was pounding her
skin from the shower head above, she tried to move towards Bubba, who of course
was not in the line of fire.
"Hey get back there girl!" shouted Bubba as he pushed her back, but she kept
coming towards him, the pain sensors in her mind telling her to leave now!
Bubba was pissed off, so he pulled out the inflatable dildo and held it up....it
was like magic! Jennifer's mind made a quick choice of the lesser of the two
evils, and she backed up, back into the now hot stream of water, steam emanating
from the shower stall everywhere, and Bubba smiled again.
"Looks like you don't like my toys Jenny. That's ok, you made your choice. But
step outta that water one more time and this thing is going places, got it?"
laughed Bubba as she stood under the hot water that was just hot enough to send
pain sensors in her brain firing off, but not hot enough to burn her. Her skin
was turning a bright red, Bubba noticed. "Shampoo time!! Get that shampoo out,
I want some nice silky clean hair on your head."
Jennifer reached for the shampoo and dumped a glob onto her hand, then proceeded
to massage it through her hair. "Ok bitch, you didn't like the hot water, lets
try the cold again." said Bubba. This time, he had no plans for gradual
decelerations, rather, he simply turned the shower dial ALL the way to C in one
millisecond.
Jennifer straightened out her body and let out a loud mmmmmmmm as she instantly
froze as though she had been paralyzed. The ice cold water was hitting her hot
skin at full force. Jennifer knew the consequences of moving from that spot and
it required every ounce of strength and energy to simply stand there and
tolerate the icy water that was making her life a living, if rather frozen,
hell. She just had to avoid anything else put into her pussy, it was still too
sore to take anything, so she willed herself to take the water.
"Come on girl, the longer it takes to shampoo the hair, the longer you'll have
to go through this..." and on the word "this", Bubba cranked the water back to
the H level, not all the way, but just to the level where he knew it wouldn't
burn her. Again, Jennifer's body was forced to cope with the sudden and violent
change in temperatures. Finishing her shampooing was not a pleasant task as
Bubba forced the water to each extreme about 10 more times before he finally
pulled her soapy clean body out.
"Get back into that leotard girl. It's gymnastics time again, and then we're
going to have a very special lunch! Let's move it!" ordered Bubba, as Jennifer
put on her green leotard again, wishing it was as clean and fresh smelling as
she was. Once on, Bubba removed the nipple clamps and had her replace her hair
into the scrunchie.
He then led her back into the training room where he had her hop up onto the
balance beam, straddling it as though she were riding a horse. Bubba noticed
that her legs were not long enough to touch the floor, and that she was using
her hands to keep from having her entire weight placed against her crotch. That
gave Bubba an idea. He placed several phone books on each side of the beam so
Jennifer could stand on them while sitting on it. Jennifer's heart was beating
faster, not knowing what was planning on doing. Bubba then instructed Jennifer
to hold her arms straight out to the sides. He placed one hoop over each wrist
and told her to swing them in big circles. Jennifer immediately did as he
commanded, and Bubba admired the strength and youthful energy her tiny body
possessed. After a few minutes, Bubba noticed that her arms were tiring, so he
decided to give her some more incentive. He returned with the huge power
vibrator, the one that he could barely touch in his fingers when it was turned
on, and he ordered her to stand up a little. He laid the vibrator on top of the
beam, just under her crotch, and then turned it on. The vibrator instantly
bounced off the beam like it was a toy and fell to the floor, humming away
violently.
"Hey girl, you keep that toy ON the balance beam with your crotch, got it??"
commanded Bubba as he turned the crazy thing off just so he could hold it again.
He placed it back on the beam in the off position and had Jennifer settle her
crotch down onto it. Once it was held firmly to the beam by Jennifer's
delicious underparts, Bubba turned it on again. Jennifer's knees shot up like
she was on fire as the buzzing was simply too much for her to stand. Angrily,
Bubba grabbed the long metallic flexible ruler that he had purchased from the
grocery store, and whipped her nicely rounded ass cheeks with it!!!
Jennifer groaned in pain through her asscheeks, and Bubba was forced to again
turn off the dildo, and pick it up off the floor again. "Hmmm, we'll have to
keep this thing there somehow." thought Bubba outloud as he decided on how to
accomplish his task. Having Jennifer continue to stand, he placed the vibrator
inside her crotch band, so that it was making direct contact with Jennifer's
little pussy lips. The band kept it in place, a little sideways, but still
basically front to back, parallel to the balance beam. He then had Jennifer
place her weight down again, so that she was sitting on it. Once seated, Bubba
removed enough phone books to have her planted firmly on the vibrator with no
way to stand up. It rolled her back and forth a little but the phone books were
still in place to allow her to use her feet to keep the balance, yet it would be
impossible for her to dislodge her crotch from its firm position on the
vibrator. Smiling, Bubba took the hoops from her and handed her a couple of
five pound weights. He instructed her to hold one in each hand, again straight
away from her to her left and right sides, and that she was NOT to lower her
arms for any reason. If she did, the ass whipping he was about to give her ass
would seem like a trip to Disneyworld.
Now for the moment of truth, thought Bubba as he turned on the vibrator once
again. Instantly, Jennifer began thrashing and moaning as the vibrator
relentlessly thrummed through her entire crotch area from her clit down her
pussy lips to her asshole. She was literally riding the balance beam, like some
demented remodified wooden pony torture. The vibrations made her stomach
muscles clench, tighten and release over and over again. Bubba watched with
fascination as Jennifer began sweating again, wiggling her tight little ass over
the vibrator, squishing her pussy lips and her clit on it. She was using the
phone books to kind of push her from one side to the other, and it was actually
helping her muscles build up slowly on a path which would ultimately lead to a
thundering overwhelming orgasm! Bubba knew that would soon happen, so he
started to slam the ruler into her luscious ass cheeks over and over again. To
Jennifer, the sparks of pain in her ass was only somehow helping her erotically
intensifying feelings spread throughout her body. The mixed sensations of pain
and pleasure was driving her over the edge. Her arms ached holding the weights,
but that too only seemed to help push her along to the orgasm she so needed. It
felt wonderful, thought Jennifer, after all this pain to finally have some
pleasure!
Bubba noticed her moaning and building up, and he enjoyed spanking her ass hard
with the ruler, while she rocked back and forth over the vibrator. Her nipples
had peaked to two hard points, and her crotch was dampening again from her
aroused secretions. Now, thought Bubba, wouldn't it be nice if I could time
this just right........
.....and when it seemed appropriate, Bubba turned off the vibrator. Jennifer
was outraged!! She was just about to release, her orgasm had been so close, and
now she was left with an agonizing frustration, as her muscles slowly began to
unclench, and her body was being brought back down before having a chance to
give her the immense pleasure she had so wanted. That fucking creep! thought
Jennifer! How the fuck could he do that to me!! Jennifer wanted to kill him
for bringing her so close to the pinnacle of pleasure, only to deny her! The
throbbing in her stomach was so frustrating, so she tried to bring herself off
by leaning forward and rubbing her clit back and forth against the vibrator. It
was starting to work, yesssss, thought Jennifer as she rubbed faster and faster,
but again she was horribly denied when Bubba yanked her off the beam.
"Sorry Jenny girl, I want your first cum with me to be special. HA HA HA!!!!"
laughed Bubba as he dragged her into the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but
I'm getting hungry, so whaddaya say we grab some lunch?" laughed Bubba as
Jennifer's nipple was again used as a leash to pull her through the gym.
Jennifer wanted Bubba dead in the worst way, but her thoughts of hatred quickly
turned to fear when she saw what he had planned for her, all lined up in the
kitchen!
*****
Matt pulled his car into the Engineering carpark at the University, and he,
Katie, Jason and Phoebe stepped outside. They arrived at the education building
food court, the place where only one night ago Katie and Jennifer had stopped
for a quick lite snack before Jennifer parted to work out in the gymnasium
before heading home. Katie began to tremble when she thought of how she might
have been able to somehow prevent Jennifer's disappearance if she had done
something, anything, differently last night. A feeling of guilt swept over
Katie's stomach. Noticing Katie's uncomfortable movements, Matt tenderly held
her in his arms, whispering that everything was going to be okay. Katie smiled
at Matt, thankful that he was there to support her through this, but she
couldn't shake the feeling that there wouldn't be a happy end to the resolution
of this mystery.
The foursome approached several detectives who were interviewing some of the
people in the food court. Katie was asked several questions about Jennifer's
demeanor that night, and about whether she had noticed anything odd or unusual
about either Jennifer or the people around her. Katie struggled to recall
anything that was strange about that night, but nothing came to mind. Jennifer
had seemed to be so happy and was simply being her normal boisterous bubbly self
as she headed over towards the education gymnasium. Katie started to cry again,
and Matt held her, as Jason smiled kindly into her eyes, to let her know that
everything was okay, and that this wasn't her fault.
They all walked through the education building until they reached the gymnasium.
Again, Katie was asked more questions by the police detectives, and she
explained what she knew. Jennifer's routine was simple. Several nights a week,
she would come to the gym to practice her gymnastics routines, and to exercise.
The only difference was that last night, because of their meeting in the food
court, Jennifer went to the gym much later than usual. Katie remembered telling
her that she wouldn't have enough time to get in a full work out as the
education building closed at 10 pm, but that Jennifer had said that she wanted
to get in as much as she could, so she was going to go there anyways.
Jason and Matt, as well as the two police detectives were eagerly listening for
any potential clues in Katie's story. Phoebe however, was not. Her attentions
were in focused on an entirely different matter.
About twenty feet away from where the group stood with the police detectives and
herself, Phoebe noticed something that really bothered her. And in a very
strange way.
A large black man, Phoebe estimated to be about 6 foot 4 and weighing
approximately 230 to 240 pounds, was sitting on a bench, with his back leaning
against the wall behind him, staring at her intensely. Phoebe was used to men
staring at her. Even though she was only 15, her extremely attractive face,
full of charm, intelligence and youthfulness, and her young budding 4 foot 10,
90 pound body, drew many stares from many different eyes, no matter where she
went. In the shopping mall, Phoebe wouldn't have to be doing anything but
standing in line at a food court restaurant, sitting at a table, or browsing the
music store's CD rack, and she could feel the eyes of men, all ages, colors, and
sizes bearing down on her. At school, all of the boys in her classes paid lots
of attention to her. Even at church, the older men who were friends of her
parents, and parents of her friends would even be catching glimpses of her face,
chest or little butt as she walked past them. Phoebe was not naive and knew why
all those men were looking at her. She knew she had been blessed with an
attractive face and that her body was developing quite nicely. Her breasts were
growing in a wonderful proportion to the rest of her curves, which were starting
to fill in around her waist, hips and derriere. It was something that even at
the tender age of 15, Phoebe was becoming used to...but this was somehow
different. This wasn't a casual glance of interest that she was receiving. It
was a lustful stare, in lust's pure essence.
Phoebe and the black man made eye contact, as he continued staring at her young
figure. She noticed that he was wearing a gray custodial coverall uniform, with
a name tag that she could not quite read from that distance. She did see the
words "physics dept" stenciled in black lettering on the sides of the man's
coverall sleeve. His eyes were penetrating deeply into her. Phoebe could
totally tell that the black man was thinking about doing all sorts of sexual
things to her, it was in his eyes, plain and simple for anyone to read.
Normally, Phoebe would have just turned the other way, and not given the matter
a second thought. But something inside of her, some strange sense of danger,
was triggering Phoebe's consciousness. It was a strange feeling, thought
Phoebe. Very surreal. A Twin Peaks moment.
Phoebe returned her focus to the conversation at hand, upset at herself for
missing out on any of the statements that Katie was giving to the police
detectives. She didn't want to miss anything; her sister's life was at stake.
From time to time, Phoebe kept glancing sideways to see if the large black man
was still staring at her. He was there alright, his eyes capturing in every
part of her. However, a few moments later, when Phoebe turned to peek in on
him, he was gone!
Tugging on her brother's shirt, Phoebe whispered to Jason "I'm just going to go
to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Jason nodded, and then returned his
attentions to Katie, Matt and the two police detectives. Phoebe slowly began
moving in the direction of where the man was sitting. The bench was completely
empty, and Phoebe felt her heart begin to pound in her chest as she continued to
walk away from everyone, into the darker regions of a long t-shaped hallway.
Where did he go?, Phoebe thought to herself, as she turned around to see that
she was now standing exactly where the creepy black man had been sitting. Her
view of Jason, Katie and Matt was just a few moments ago his view of her.
Phoebe continued onward, wanting to find out where the man had gone. Something
about him didn't seem right.
Phoebe started venturing down a long and deserted 150 foot long dark hallway.
The man had to be somewhere in the area, she thought to herself. A light coming
from a door near the far end of the hallway was turned on, and Phoebe was sure
she noticed shadows on the hallway floor indicating that someone was inside.
Quietly, she crept closer and closer. Finally, Phoebe began to hear some men's
voices coming from the lightened room. She wanted to continue getting closer so
she could hear who the voices belonged to and what they were saying, but that
would mean leaving the safety range from Jason and the others. Deciding that
her curiosity was too much for her, Phoebe continued on.
Now the voices in the room were loud and intelligible and Phoebe was able to
even look inside the room without being detected. Inside, the large black man
was sitting down in a chair, being asked questions by two police detectives.
When the name Jennifer Madison was mentioned to the black man for recognition
purposes, Phoebe's heart skipped a beat...the police were questioning this man
about the disappearance of her sister! Phoebe listened and watched quietly so
as not to be spotted. The black man was politely answering questions about
anything he might have seen last night between 9:30 pm and 5 am, when he
finished his shift. Suddenly, the black man's cell phone rang, and the
detectives paused their questioning to allow him to answer it. The black man
pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it by saying "Drake Hodson
speakin'". Drake Hodson, thought Phoebe, as she committed his name to memory.
The police detectives weren't watching Drake as he made his call, rather, they
were going over some of their notes. Phoebe on the other hand was paying the
highest order of attention to Drake. She immediately noticed the momentary
expression of fear in his eyes, as they darted back and forth to the policemen
and back. She could tell that he was trying to cover his fear by attempting to
compose himself quickly, and all he said to the unknown person at the other end
of the phone was "I'm busy right now bro, I'll call ya back later." As soon as
Drake turned off his phone, he apologized to the detectives, and they continued
their questioning.
Phoebe took in everything she could, wishing she had a handheld audio recorder
like the police officers had to record all of Drake's answers. In the next
fifteen minutes, Drake was asked some very simple questions about last night.
Drake explained to them that the reason why he had been working in the education
building last night rather than his usual area, the Physics building, was that
he had been filling in for a coworker, named Bubba Johnson, who had called in
sick. Drake also stated that he did not see Jennifer, nor did he see anything
or anyone suspicious, although he had arrived at approximately 10:30 pm. The
police thanked Drake for answering their questions, and they gave him a business
card, asking him to call them if he remembered anything unusual, or had anything
further to add to his answers. Drake assured them that he would do just that,
and the detectives left began to leave.
Phoebe jumped away quickly, looking for someplace to hide as she didn't want to
be seen by the police detectives. Her only option was a men's washroom behind
her, so she opened the door and quickly zipped inside, closing the door all the
way. The washroom lights had been turned off, so Phoebe was left in total
darkness, but she could still hear some noises from the hallway. Quietly, she
listened as the police officers walked down the hallway. She expected to hear
Drake's footsteps following out, but there was nothing to be heard! For several
anxious moments that seemed like hours, Phoebe waited and waited inside the dark
men's room. Still nothing. Phoebe decided that she had to try opening the door
to see what was going on. In the worst case scenario, if she had to, she could
always scream her lungs off, and someone would be sure to hear her. At least,
she hoped.
Opening the door carefully and quietly, just a fraction of an inch, Phoebe
listened. Nothing. Nothing but the beating of her heart inside her chest.
Quietly, Phoebe used her gracefulness to open the door and slither out, back
into the brighter, but still darkened hallway. She tiptoed across the hall to
the room where Drake had been questioned. She saw that he was still there, but
he was in the far corner of the room, sitting crouched over on a small chair,
talking on his cell phone. He was talking so quietly that Phoebe could barely
make out what Drake was saying. But she could hear everything, and what she
heard made her stomach sink.....
"Yeah Bubba, it's not good......yeah......this place is crawlin' with cops
man.......yeah.....no I didn't....nah, no suspicions......yeah....uh
huh......nothin' so far......yeah.....shit man, I don't know, I wouldn't go home
if I was you......yeah, you're safe there, stay there.....yeah......I want a
piece of her too so I'm coming tomorrow......"
Phoebe pulled back from the door. Could the "she" really be Jennifer?? Was it
possible that this black janitor, and someone named Bubba Johnson have taken
her? Or had she totally taken the entire phone conversation that Drake had out
of context, resulting in her imagination running wild? All of these thoughts
raced through Phoebe's mind, as she decided to go back to Jason and the others
to let them know about what she had just seen and heard. Maybe Drake's
conversation was about something completely unrelated to Jennifer, thought
Phoebe. But just the idea that she had possibly stumbled onto the whereabouts
of her sister made her excited.....
....which was a problem in itself.....
.....when Phoebe got excited, something else usually followed.....
....."hiccup!"
Backing up and covering her mouth, Phoebe couldn't believe that she had just let
out a hiccup! She hated those things; they always popped up on her when she
least wanted them. And this was certainly one of those inopportune times.
Standing up quickly, and shutting off his cell phone instinctually, Drake
wheeled around, sure he had heard something. Hearing the movement from the
room, Phoebe quickly tiptoed back to the men's room. She quickly thought about
starting to run down the hallway, but it was so long, and she estimated that
Drake's football player physique seemed to be in good enough condition that if
he chased her, he would easily catch her within seconds, and she would never
have the chance to be in earshot of a scream which could save her. So the men's
room was the only place she could think of to hide. The second that Phoebe
entered the men's room and closed the door, Drake reached the entrance to the
hallway, and looked around, knowing that he had heard something that wasn't just
a figment of his imagination.
"Hey! Is anyone here?" Drake blurted out. His voice was so loud and scary,
that it startled Phoebe, and she fumbled her way in the pitch blackness towards
the toilet cubicles. Using her hands like a visually impaired blindwoman, she
followed them back all the way to the very last of 10 cubicles, and quickly
opened the door and stepped inside, closing the cubicle door behind her.
Phoebe's heart began beating rapidly, when all of a sudden, she could hear the
men's room door being opened, and the lights being turned on. Please God,
thought Phoebe, please don't let me hiccup now, please!!!
"Hello?" boomed Drake's menacing voice, echoing loudly through the tiled
acoustical bathroom walls, ceiling and floor. The bright light hurt Phoebe's
eyes as it had popped up so suddenly, and she stared at the ugly institutional
blue color of the peeling paint that covered the inside of the cubicle. The
bathroom was not very clean, and vile profanity written in black ink covered a
lot of the cubicle door Phoebe was facing. The biggest of the words was the
letters R-A-P-E, written directly in front of her eyes.
Trying to stay calm, Phoebe thought to herself, what would Dana Scully do if she
was in this situation? Almost instinctually, Phoebe decided to climb up onto
the toilet seat. An intelligent move, as Drake had just at that moment stopped
to drop to one knee, to look under all of the stalls for any pairs of legs with
their pants bunched around the ankles.
Phoebe prayed, hoping that Drake would just leave the men's room, hoping that
she would be able to leave safely and rejoin Jason and the others back at the
gym, hoping that they could all leave the campus and continue their search for
Jennifer together. Her prayers seemed doomed however, when she heard the worst
sound she could possibly have heard. THUMP!!! The door to the first of the ten
cubicles had just been slammed open by Drake's hand. Phoebe had to keep herself
from screaming, as her heart was pounding in her chest so fast, and little
goosebumps had started to pop up all over her skin. What would he do to her if
he caught her? Horrible ideas ran through Phoebe's mind, as she remembered the
lustful way that Drake had stared at her back at the gym. That look was more
than just a stare, it was an ominous hint that Drake was serious about his
desires for her. And now, thought Phoebe to herself, she was alone in a
secluded part of the building with that very man!
THUMP!!! Phoebe jumped again as Drake slammed open the second cubicle door.
THUMP!!! Door number three......
*****
In a far end of the city, one of the most feared gangs that the citizens had
ever known were busy calculating their next moves. The West Side Boys had been
terrorizing the city now for over eight months, ruthless and lacking impunity,
they had been moving drugs through town with relative ease. The police were
building a strategy for stopping their brutality, but it was a long process, as
the West Side Boys had seemed to have so many connections that kept their
transactions under wraps, and almost undetectable. Yet many lives had been
lost, and the gang was getting stronger and stronger as they acquired more
capital from drugs and other nefarious means.
In their main operations base, four of the leaders were busy planning their next
move. Buster, Tyrone and Leroy, the three large black leaders were joined by
the only white member of the Boys, Clarence, who was equal in physique and
stature to the other three men. These four had developed and ruled over the
WSBs since the beginning. Buster was the brains of the operation, but his team
was well rounded by the other members, each contributing their strengths and
talents to make this work.
"Yo, Buster, check this out..." said Tyrone as he handed some papers to Buster,
who carefully perused them in his hands. Leroy was too busy looking through
some hardcore bestiality pornography that he had made himself. Yes, he
remembered that farm family that he and Clarence had stumbled upon, after their
breakout from prison. Those two young high school girls made great models as
they were forced to do acts of extreme perversion with horses, dogs and even
some of the disgusting pigs on their parents' farm. And he had the photographic
mementos as keepsakes.
Buster noticed Leroy still gawking at the thousands of images in his homemade
scrap book, and became quite pissed off. "Leroy get your ass outta those pics
man, haven't you whacked off to those enough? Shit man, we got a major score in
the works here. Pay attention, this is gonna require all four of us!" said
Buster. Clarence's ears perked up and he put down the weights he had been bench
pressing, and joined Buster, Tyrone and Leroy around the table.
"Check this out!" said Tyrone as he passed the papers around to everyone.
"Looks like ol' Charlie done took himself a vacation. His big ol' gym is just
sittin' there, all alone, and word from the grapevine is that Charlie has some
major shit in there! We're talking narcotics that could be trafficked for
months man. This is big."
Clarence's eyebrow peaked with interest as her summarized the scouting report on
Charlie's itinerary. "The dude won't be back for at least two weeks. Do you
think he'd be stupid enough to stash the drugs at the Gym?"
Buster nodded. "Clever enough you mean there Clarence. That gym is the perfect
stashin' place for that shit. It's legit, it's too obvious. But believe me
man, it's there. Leroy, Clarence, I want the two of you to do a driveby of ol'
Charlie's Gym this afternoon. Just a quick scope is all, and report back. If
things look clear, well then boys, tonight, we're gonna get into that gym,
snatch those narcotics, and high tail it back here. This will be our biggest
score in months. Let's rock boys!"
"Yeah!" cried the other three gang members as they prepared their plans to
invade Charlie's Gym tonight...
***TO BE CONTINUED in PART 4***
Thanks to any readers who have sent me emails about this story. Your comments,
criticism and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. As you can see, I'm
trying to take this story up from hardcore erotica to hardcore erotica plus a
bit of a plot. Yes a plot, lol.
My idea is to develop more of a story around the characters of Bubba and
Jennifer, while keeping the main objective of providing a rape story at its
heart. I'm hoping that for those of you who are tired of just reading basic
rape literature, that rape literature in the context of a plot will be more
stimulating and interesting for you. For those that just want the good stuff,
well, you of course are more than welcome to scroll through the character
development and get what you wanted as well.
I'd love to continue this story, at a pace of about one new chapter each month.
I do have a direction for this, and I know what direction I want my story to
proceed into. However, selfishly, I love a good ego-stroking as much as anyone
else, and I'll continue to proceed with this story as long as there is actually
interest out there for it. If not, then "I'll stop the Bubba Seizes the Day"
saga and create some new scenarios for you all.
Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your great contributions. And
to all readers out there, hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a layman trying to give a
little back. My belief is that even poorly written erotic literature is better
than non-written erotic literature. And writing this stuff is not only
surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of fun. So keep writing out there!
Best wishes,
Dave Haugen, dave_haugen@hotmail.com
