A Call byjthserra©

The phone woke Jeanette up from her nap and it took her

several rings before her eyes focused enough to read the

caller ID. The call was from a cell phone, but she didn't

recognize the woman's name. She picked up the phone and

answered anyway, "Hello?"

"I'm gonna fuck her good," came a rough male voice over the

phone.

"What did you say?"

"Just listen, I'm gonna fuck her good."

"Look I don't know..."

"Don't hang up or I'll kill her."

"Who?" Jeanette asked.

"Hell I don't know her name, you probably have caller ID, you

see what her name is."

"No, I'm not playing this..."

"Listen to me, I will kill her if you hang up," the voice

growled angrily.

"Stop, I don't know who you are, but..."

"Listen!"

Jeanette heard a muffled scream and then the sound of

slapping, once, twice and once again. She shook her head

wondering what to do.

"You hear her?"

"Yes, what are you doing?"

"I told you already, I'm gonna fuck her while you listen."

"No..."

"You want her to die?" Jeanette heard, she also could hear a

faint pleading in the background.

"No, don't hurt her."

"She won't get hurt as long as you and her cooperate. You

understand."

"But what do you want me to do?"

"I just want you to listen and enjoy," came the voice,

followed with a hollow laugh. "I'll tell you what is happening

each step of the way. If you have any questions just ask."

"But..."

"Be quiet now and I'll tell you what I see. She's naked

already, I figured it would be too hard to cut her clothes off

her while I'm talking to you. I got her hands taped together

over her head and her legs tapes to the bed posts. Duct tape

makes such wonderful restraints, don't you think?"

Jeanette didn't answer.

"I said, 'Don't you think?' so you answer me now."

"I don't know, I never..."

"Hell no -- you never, well I have and it's good. Picture it,

the duct tape at her ankles, pulling her legs wide open, her

pretty pussy there for me to see. You want me to describe it

to you?"

"No..."

"Dammit, you want me to describe it to you don't you?"

"Ah, okay..."

"No, no, if you're gonna enjoy this you need to convince me.

Now ask me to describe it, do it politely."

Jeanette winced as she asked, "Please, describe it to me."

"Describe what?"

"Describe her."

"Her what?"

She hesitated, but when she heard the woman moan she quickly

said, "Please describe her pussy to me."

"I thought you'd never ask. Oh it's a nice pussy, with soft,

curly hair above it. When I run my fingers over the hair it

feels so soft, it's like it might purr at me. Her lips, they

were pretty tight, till I licked my finger and ran it up her

slit a few times. She opened up when I did that, pink, hot and

wet.

"You know, if I had time, or was so inclined, I might taste

that pussy. Have you ever tasted pussy?"

"No," Jeanette answered.

"Too bad, that might be a nice show to watch, you eating this

woman's pussy. You don't suppose... nah, I know better. You

still there? Say something to me."

"Yes I'm here."

"Don't you go slipping off now, the best parts about to come.

Yeah, I got my dick out and it's hard, it's real hard. Bet

you'd love my dick, feel it rub on your face. You think you'd

like my dick?"

"Yes."

"You'd suck my dick? Tell me you want to suck my dick."

"Jeanette replied, "I'd like to suck your dick."

"Oh yes, you know, just as you said that I shoved it in her

pussy. It was a bit dry, but I pushed hard and it went in."

Hearing the woman's screams of pain Jeanette cried out,

"Please stop this, stop hurting her."

"I'll fucking kill her if you don't come along with me. Now

shut the fuck up and listen. Yeah, it's better now; she's wet

and has stopped screaming. She's crying, but that's because

she likes it so much.

"Do you like it?"

"Like what?"

"Do you like getting fucked? Would you like me to fuck you?"

"I like getting fucked."

"You'd like me to fuck you wouldn't you?"

She paused, but another muffled scream ignited her, "Yes, I'd

like you to fuck me."

"Say it again..."

"I'd like you to fuck me."

"Again – say it again cunt, just say fuck me... say it now!"

"Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," Jeanette shouted into the

phone.

"Aghh, oh, oh yes, yes. Oh bitch you're good, my dick feels so

good."

She heard him grunt several times and then sigh. "Is she

okay?" she finally asked.

"Oh yeah, she bled a bit on my dick, but I think she came, she

really loved it. You know, I'll have to remember your number,

maybe call you sometime."

"Don't hurt her, don't hurt her anymore."

"She's pretty quiet, not moving – must be resting. Hey, hey

you, wake up... wake up."

"Is she all right? Is she all right?" Jeanette screamed, but

the phone was dead.

She immediately called the police, "Please, please, I need to

report a rape."

"Have you been raped ma'am?"

"No, I witnessed one."

"You saw a rape?" came the nasally voice.

"No, no, I heard it."

"You heard the rape?"

"Over the phone, the rapist called me, he threatened to kill

the woman if I didn't listen."

"Do you have the phone number?"

"Yes, it's..." she hit her caller ID and read off the number.

"That's a cell phone ma'am, we probably won't be able to track

it."

"Can you check the number and go to her house?"

"We'll take the report and see if we can locate an address.

Please understand, we've had a number of calls like this."

"This man has raped like this before."

"No, the other reports weren't real, some prank. A stolen

phone and no victim, all a big hoax."

"No, no, this was real, it really happened, I could hear the

woman screaming," she argued.

"Ma'am, we'll look into it."

"But, but... will you call me and let me know?"

"If we find anything an officer will call you."

"But..."

"Thank you for reporting this, please give me your full name

and address."

Jeanette rattled off the information wondering if anything

would be done. It happened, she knew it. "Listen, please let

me know."

"We have your number, someone will be in touch."

"But, but..." the phone went dead. Jeanette sat at the edge of

her bed rocking back and forth, wondering... wondering.