Chapters.
- No turning back.
- Long arm of the law.
- The investigative team.
- A serial prankster?
- Tom takes his work home.
- Molester & Victims take a number.
- Hannah the hooker.
- Bill a suspect?
- Joe aids Christianity.
- God works in mysterious ways.
- The public loves Joe.
- Mary-Ellen falls in love.
- Suspicion.
- Joe get political.
- Joe’s coupe de grass.
- Judgemental tattoo.
- Retirement supper.
- Gone but not forgotten.
- Crime and punishment.
Everybody loves Joe.
Things are not always as they seem, sometimes a bad apple is good just under the surface, and sometimes a good deed goes sour, and sometimes you have to do bad to do good, and sometimes a mischievous child is loved by all. Anyway, before I confuse myself any more, let me tell you about Tom.
Chapter 1
No turning back.
Tom stood outside the unlocked window of the ground floor apartment of this intelligent and beautiful full figured girl that he had first seen at the supermarket in isle four. He remembered thinking that she was perfect for the enterprise that he was about to embark on; a young woman who could keep her nerves; who would not panic and not scream; a stable clear thinker; not one of the air heads that he felt were more common today, than in years gone by.
It felt strange that it had finally come to this. It seemed like months of stalking, and learning the habits of this lovely girl, had brought him to this point of action. The lust of a lifetime had finally accumulated in this act. He had found that she lived alone in a ground floor apartment, and had many admirers, but no steady boyfriend. This girl was absolutely beautiful with the most agreeable smile, full firm breasts that seemed to defy newtons law of gravity, with long lean legs that rose to form a set of the most appealing buttocks he had seen for some time.
Tom had thought about her constantly, after first seeing her in the supermarket in isle four. For a moment, he stood there thinking about what he was doing there? Should he go ahead with his daring escapade, or turn around with his tail between his legs, and run for home. He felt fear as adrenalin pulsated through his body, and had to admit of course, that this was the reason he was here. He was there for the challenge. Tom lived for a challenge, where he had to avoid being caught, as this was the real reason he was driven to take this step in his life. He knew very well that big tits and a tight arse was not the reason he was there, but he had to admit it was a hell of a bonus to his daring plan.
Well it is now or never, he thought to himself. He could not resist the urges that had brought him to this point, years of pondering, wondering whether he could get away with it or not. Could he succeed, where so many others had failed? Could he become a serial offender, and do this evil deed to a half a dozen or so beautiful young women without getting caught? Could he play cat and mouse with the full resources of law enforcement? Would he be as smart as he thought he was?
He turned to walk away but could not. Was this because of the fact that he wanted this adventure, or was it because he lusted after the beautiful young woman that he had stalked for the past months? Tom realized that the more he learnt about this girl the more he realized that she was his vision of perfect womanhood, intelligent, a seductive smile, no man’s fool, a good sense of dress, and a feminine form that most women would kill for. He had to admit, that although it was definitely not part of his plan, he felt he already had feelings for the girl that he had not yet spoken to. He also knew that he must distance himself from the personal aspects of the foul deed that he was about to perform, if he were to be successful.
He awakened from his thoughts and again realized his surroundings. He stood there outside the unlocked window, in shoes many sizes too big for him, with four sets of thick woollen socks to make them fit. He chuckled to himself as he lifted the unlocked window to the downstairs apartment, as he purposely made a clear foot impression in the soft ground beneath the window. “The first wild goose chase that the police would go on” he thought to himself. He was wearing soft gloves, the most common on the market, so the police investigators could do little with the impressions they left. Much thought had gone into this action as he had tried to make it hard for the police. Much attention to detail and planning had been done, but was it enough? Would he end up in jail like a common criminal? But of course, he would be a criminal if he proceeded one step further.
Maybe long ago when he was but a child, he should not have given in to the lust that had occupied his thoughts since he had rewired the automatic feed on the wringer of his grandmother’s washing machine. His mind turned back to his childhood when his grandmother’s blouse caught in the washing machines automatic wringer. The screams and panic suffered by this poor woman as her immense breasts came closer and closer to the wringer rollers, as the automatic rollers pulled her blouse tighter and tighter. Little Tom laughed so much that tears formed in his eyes as his mind could still envisage Grannies’ humongous breasts coming out of the wringer flat as a pancake.
Little Tom saved dear old Granny just in time, by turning off the power to the washing machine and became the hero of the day even though it was he who orchestrated this event. Tom loved dear old Granny, but he loved to laugh even more, and that laugh was often hidden deep in his persona, as he was not often in a position to display the laughter outwardly.
Maybe at this point, standing outside the window in his incredibly comfortable shoes, he should have made the decision to give up his quest, give up on the chance of being caught, give up the chance of being termed a rapist “the low of the low”, but he could not. This addiction that he knew he had, was uncontrollable. Even if the victim was two hundred pounds in weight, and ugly as sin itself, with a posterior the size of the state of Texas, he would still want to press on. Tom realized that he was not the run of the mill pervert, he realized that he was one of a kind.
This girl however seemed more than just his victim. His visual memory could once again see the beautiful woman in isle four, her ample form that showed through the light clothing that she wore, and an all-knowing smile that betrayed an intellect that he admired in women.
Tom awoke from his thoughts and found himself inside the apartment. He was carrying with him the bag of tricks that he had carefully prepared for this evil deed. Perhaps, looking back, he had prepared it for years. Perhaps it was the fulfilment of his entire life, his entire being, and to think that he had always wanted to be a police detective since he was five years old.
Well! Now he stood on the other side of the law. “I can’t waste time contemplating the reasons I am here”, he thought, “I have a job to do; I have to go and do this wicked deed to this beautiful young woman”.
Once inside he took of his shoes and crept down the hallway in his socks. There was enough light from the street for him to see his way, as his eyes were now getting accustomed to the darkness. Slowly opening the door to the bedroom, he found that light filtered into the room through an opening in the curtains. It highlighted the most beautiful body that he had ever seen. In the dim light, he could see that her more than ample breasts moved seductively with her breathing.
Her silhouette aroused in him, the longing that any man has for a beautiful woman. She wore a light top with night shorts. Tom stood there motionless, looking at the curves of the tight little bottom that he noticed, were forming the most beautiful curvy shape in her knickers. “I could stand here for the rest of my life he thought, looking at this Amazon of a woman”, but he realized that this was not the purpose of his being there. For the first time, he felt anticipation, for the next move meant without uncertainty, that there was definitely no turning back.
Tom put on his balaclava and then moved to the side of the bed as he took out his knife and held it to her neck. The cold blade awoke her but did not cause her pain. She came out of a deep sleep, and slowly realized the situation that she was in. Tom held his hand lightly over her mouth, preparing for possible screams, but no screams came. Tom then knew that he had chosen well. He had thought that she was the type of young woman that would judge a situation well, and act accordingly. Tom asked the girl her name, which he of course already knew, but did not want to give that fact away. “Jane” she replied, “Are you planning to rape me?” She asked in a quivering voice.
Tom replied in a voice with one of the many accents that he had been practicing for almost a year, and with an Alabama southern drawl said, “What day is this, darlin?”
Jane replied “Today is Tuesday “.
Tom, once again with his best southern drawl, “I’m very sorry Jane, you are very beautiful, I must admit, and I would dearly love to, and you are very appealing, however, I only rape girls on Thursdays and as this is Tuesday, it is entirely out of the question.”
Jane, aghast, and also a bit confused by the reply, “Then what are you going to do to me?”
Tom, “I will give you something to remember me by, darling Jane. It will hurt a little but I guarantee you will survive and live to tell the tale.”
Tom then looked at this piece of female perfection laying in full view, “My God darlin, you certainly are a fine piece of womanhood. Are you sure that today is Tuesday and not Thursday, sometimes I lose track of the days?”
Jane replied in a stern voice, “Today is definitely Tuesday.”
Tom with a smile on his face but hidden under the balaclava, “I do love Thursdays but that’s life, now where were we? Oh yes!”
Tom took some short lengths of rope out of his bag and commenced to tie the hands of Jane to the bed head. Jane was none too happy with the situation she found herself in, but strangely felt that there was no real evil in this man, even though she was no fool and knew better that to think this way, but she also knew that she was no match for this lean muscular assailant.
When Tom was finished with tying her hands to the bed posts, he then tied her legs together and then to the base of the bed. Now Jane realized that she was completely at the mercy of this fiend. Maybe she should have fought. Had she taken the wrong course of action? She was now unable to offer resistance, even if she wanted to.
Tom, “Jane, now that you are completely at my mercy, may I just say that you have the most adorable tight little bottom that I have seen for some time, and the rest of you is also more than agreeable”.
Jane began to feel more and more the hopelessness of her predicament. Was she wrong in not fighting back? Was he going to kill her? Was he going to torture her? She however felt that his calm manner was almost soothing. “Am I absolutely mad?”, she then thought to herself, and prepared for the worst?
Tom, “I almost feel like changing my Thursdays to Tuesdays, but I’m afraid Iam man of habit. Maybe I could come back on Thursday if you like, I would only be too happy to rape you on Thursday if that was to your liking. Would you like that Jane?”.
Jane replied sarcastically, “As appealing as that may sound, I would like to pass up the offer.
Tom, “My feelings are a little hurt, Jane, but I understand you perfectly. It’s hard for a female to get amorous with a man with a mask and a knife.” Tom then smiles, “Anyway I would love to sit and chat to you darlin, but I have work to do.”
Jane was face down lying on her stomach, but could see both ways by turning her head, she wondered what in the world he was up to, and then she felt the top of her shorts and the underlying kickers being pulled down slightly exposing the top of her curvy bottom.
“Was this the start of some strange molestation?” Jane though, “What could this pervert be up to? Why did he not pull them all the way down like a normal run of the mill pervert would do? And then what is that bussing noise?”
Tom had opened his bag and took out, of all things, a tattooing pen with a small light attached to the pen, which was attached to the battery-operated machine in the carry bag. It made a strange noise which made Jane realize that she had no idea what was in store for her, and trembled with dread awaiting the next move. Tom on the other hand knew that the sound represented the start of a criminal career, that to him was like a contest of wills; Tom against the forces of law and order; the game of a lifetime; an experiment that could cost him dearly, perhaps a prison term, or perhaps worse.
Jane felt a pain that she had felt before, when she got that little unwanted tattoo. She regretted getting it as soon as she woke up the next day. She had been talked into it by her girlfriend, when they both had consumed too much wine, but at least it was hidden where no one could see it. She then realized that this son of a bitch was giving her another unwanted tattoo. This one would be visible when she wore that little skimpy bikini bottom, that she had purchased, but she was never game to wear it anyway, and probably never would.”
Jane thought to herself, “So what the hell! If this pervert was getting his jollies giving her a tattoo, then her chances of coming out of this alive were improving by the minute.”
Tom went about his grim project and was soon finished. Jane thought that this weirdo must have done a very small tattoo, as it was done with a minimum of pain, and done very quickly. The knickers and night shorts were pulled up slowly and very reluctantly by Tom and bit by bit the curves of the most beautiful piece of womanhood he had ever seen, were disappearing from his view. He had wanted to spend the rest of his life admiring the beautiful curves of the soft flesh that he had not even touched, and had wanted so badly to take off his gloves and grab those tight cheeks with both his bare hands, and kiss them with his lips, but that was definitely not his master plan, and also DNA from such a small gesture would quickly terminate his new career. It would ruin years of planning and would not satisfy the real lust that he was hoping to quell.
Jane, foreseeing that more dread may be on her horizon, inquired from her assailant as to what she could expect next, and when there was no reply, and she was met only with silence, then realized that he had gone as quickly as he had come. What was she to do now? She was still tied to the bed, but at least she was still alive, but would he return?
Jane for an instant had a feeling of disappointment that he was gone. She felt that as perverts go, she could have done a lot worse. She also felt that if she had met him in other circumstances she might even have liked him. “What a very stupid thought.” she reminder herself “This prick has just tattooed my arse and left me tied up, and I am thinking that under other circumstances I might like him, I must be absolutely crazy.”
Tom left the scene with such a feeling of accomplishment; he had after all started his life’s work. He felt the fear of being caught, and this feeling was what he lived for, and he already longed for the planning and execution of the next event. Tom was wearing a broad smile, when thinking of what the cops would think of the size thirteen shoe impressions he had left in the soft earth beneath the window.
Tom was in heaven, he thought back at the incident where Granny’s blouse was caught in the wringer, and was being pulled closer and closer into the wringer, and dear old Granny was screaming in panic. If she had actually been hurt, he may never have continued on the road he now travelled. Tom would never hurt anyone. That was not the way that Tom got his jollies; however, scaring the pants of anyone was to Tom, just one of life experiences, and with Tom’s way of thinking, the victims should be grateful for experiencing life. Tom was no fool and did of course realise that not everyone thought as he did.
Tom’s thoughts now returned to Jane, beautiful Jane. He could still see her breasts moving as she slept. That mental picture stayed with him until he realized that his best course of action was to go home, and perhaps have a very cold shower. He knew that he must try and forget this girl, who he realized must be a victim, his first victim, and nothing more. She must be a memory and nothing more than a memory, and perhaps the most beautiful and seductive memory of his entire life.
Tom then realized that his work for the night was not yet done. He had to make a call from his untraceable prepaid phone. A smile came across his face when he made this call to the police. This was a most enjoyable task.