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"Nnoooo. Ohhhhh nnnooooooo!" Ellen moaned as she felt Jeff blowing his load deep inside her trembling body. She felt the heat of his cum spraying her insides as he pumped wave after sickening wave of his filth into her. Jeff finished draining the last of his cum into her with a groan of pure pleasure.
Jeff had just finished fastening his trousers when he heard Dave swear and felt the van suddenly accelerate.
"Fuck!" Dave yelled. "We got cops on our tail!"
Jeff and Rudy looked out the rear windows of the van and saw the flashing blue lights of the patrol car that was in pursuit. They knew they were in trouble. There was no way a van could outrun a hopped-up police car.
"Grab the cunt!" Dave yelled back. "When I take the next left, throw her ass out!"
Ellen's eyes bulged when she heard Dave's instructions. They couldn't be serious! They COULDN'T throw her out of a moving vehicle!
After opening the sliding side door on the van, Jeff and Rudy each grabbed one of Ellen's arms and pulled her to her feet. They pulled her towards the door wearing nothing but her white, flat shoes and torn pantyhose. Ellen tried pulling away from the door, terror gripping her heart.
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"OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU JUST CAN'T! PLEASE DON'T" Ellen was screaming and crying, pleading with animals who didn't know the meaning of the word 'mercy'.
"NOW!" Dave screamed as he tapped the brakes and went into a tight left turn. Ellen's own scream pierced the night as Jeff and Rudy, without hesitation, threw the terrified girl out the door of the careening van.
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Officer James Duncan had been parked on Layton Avenue when the van had cruised past him. The vehicle matched the description of one reported as stolen earlier in the day. Noting the license plate number on the van, Officer Duncan checked the 'hot sheet' and found a match. Dropping the police car into gear, he activated the lights and siren.
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"Central, Unit Seven." he spoke into the radio microphone.
"Unit Seven, this is Central. Go ahead."
"Central, Unit Seven. I am in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license number Victor Echo Charles two-six-five, westbound on Layton approaching Third."
"Seven, Central, ten-four. All units, all units, this is Central. Unit Seven is in pursuit of a stolen 1997 Dodge van, license Victor Echo Charles two-six-five westbound on Layton approaching Third. All units stand by to assist."
"Central, Unit Seven. Stolen vehicle is turning south off Layton onto Third. Van is...OH JESUS CHRIST!! CENTRAL! THE BASTARDS THREW SOMEONE OUT OF THE VAN! I NEED AN AMBULANCE AT LAYTON AND THIRD ASAP! TERMINATING PURSUIT!"
Officer Duncan slid the car to a stop and leaped out. Running to the battered, near naked form laying on the tree lawn, he knelt down to check her pulse. She was still alive, probably because she had landed on the soft grass rather than the concrete. He covered her with a blanket from the trunk of his cruiser. Officer Duncan then keyed the mike on his portable radio and called in this new information, letting Central know that they were in all likelihood chasing the serial rapists that had been terrorizing the area.
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Denise was nearly ready for bed when her intercom buzzed. It was nearly eleven o'clock, late for visitors. She pressed the button on the box and said "Yes?"
"Denise. It's Steve. I have to talk to you."
"Sure. Come on up." She pressed another button on the box to unlock the lobby door. Steve was up in a minute, and the look on his face told Denise that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Steve was pacing back and forth, unable to settle down.
"The bastards hit again. They pulled a fifteen year old girl into a stolen van and raped her. When one of our cruisers got on their tail, they THREW THE GIRL OUT AT NEARLY FIFTY MILES AN HOUR! The motherfuckers did it just to get our cruiser to terminate the chase!"
"Oh God! How is she?" Denise felt sick.
"Alive. No thanks to those cocksuckers! They have to be stopped! I don't care how, I don't care where! These rotten bastards have to be stopped NOW!"
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Denise put a great deal of thought into the outfit she wore that night. She had to look as much like a teenager as possible. She put on a short, light blue denim mini-skirt with a white silk blouse and a light pink V-necked sweater. She carefully considered what shoes to wear, and selected a pair of white two and a half inch heels with straps to buckle around her ankles. The shoes were an important selection. Sneakers would allow better mobility, but were soft soled. Regular three to four inch high heels had the hard heel, but the heels were also thin and unstable in situations requiring fast movement. The heels on the shoes she selected were hard and approximately an inch wide, plus the ankle straps would add to the stability.
Denise clipped a standard inside-the-waistband holster to her skirt, just a little in front of her left hip for a cross draw with her right hand. She checked the Kel-Tec .32 to insure the magazine was fully loaded with seven rounds and an eighth round was in the chamber. Satisfied, she slipped it into the holster and pulled her sweater over it.
She was almost to the door when she turned around. There was one more thing she wanted to take with her. A gift from a friend.
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Denise was sure that she was right, and that the rapists would continue following their pattern. She had no doubt that the three were waiting in or near an alley for their next victim. The question was, what alley? Denise had no way of knowing, so she played a hunch. These animals always grabbed young girls, either high school students or not long graduated. Since there was a dance at the Jackson City High School that night, it seemed logical that the rapists would select the surrounding area to hunt in.