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“Certainly, Officer. I’ll call personnel right now.�
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It was mid-afternoon and Lindsey was tired. Todd had decided to take her for a “nature walk� through the woods, and allowed her a pair of athletic socks and sneakers for the occasion. (He had taken them back as soon as they returned to camp.) The walk had lasted several hours, and he had pointed out various flowers and fauna, animal tracks and even a small herd of deer. There was no doubt that he was well versed on the outdoors.

Even at Lindsey’s young age, she could see there was something wrong with Todd Mansfield. At times, it seemed as if he were two different people. There was the vicious Todd who raped her and brutalized her. Then there was the quiet Todd who showed her flowers and told her stories about his camping trips. She didn’t understand.

Lindsey closed her eyes and shook her head. Why did it have to be her? What had she done to deserve this?

Todd came out from under the awning and walked towards the tree Lindsey was sitting under. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She felt a shiver travel up her spine. Something in his eyes … this was the vicious Todd.

He knelt down next to her and looked her in eyes. A small smile played over his lips. His gaze shifted to her legs and he reached out and rubbed the calf of her left leg. Lindsey stiffened at his touch.

“It’s still awhile till dinnertime, Lindsey. We could … mess around if you want.�

Lindsey slowly shook her head from side to side. “Please. Leave me alone. Don’t hurt me anymore.�

“It’s okay, Lindsey. We can try something new. Something brand new for you.�

He put his arms around her and began kissing her face. She squirmed in his arms as he pulled at her clothes.

“Please … uh … stop! … No more! … uh … uh … Stop!� She felt him pulling her panties down with one hand, down over her thighs, past her knees. He pushed them farther until they slid over her feet. He had her miniskirt bunched around her waist, leaving her naked from the waist down.

“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright. I’m going to give you a treat. Something brand new.� New? What did he mean, new? He pulled her toward him, twisting her as he did, and forced her towards the grass. Forced her face down towards the grass.

“Oh NO!� Lindsey cried out as the realization set in. “NO! Not like THAT! Oh God PLEASE not like that! You CAN�T!�

Todd slammed her to the ground and threw his weight onto her back, pinning her down. He was fumbling with his trousers as Lindsey twisted and squirmed underneath him.

“Please DON’T! Not like this! PLEASE! I’ll do anything … anything you want! Just DON’T DO THIS TO ME!�

“Shhh, baby, shhh. It’s going to be alright. I’ll make it good for you. I’ll make it real good for you.�

“STOP!� she begged as he pressed the head of his cock against her rectum. “Don’t DO this to me! Please, Todd, PLEASE DON’T!�

It was the first time she had ever called him by name. She had hoped that it might get through to him, but she was wrong. He continued forcing his way deeper and deeper into her.

“It HURTS! Oh God it HURTS! … uuuhhhh … uuuhhhh … Please ST-STOP! … aaaaahhhhhhh …. nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … QUIT IT! … I CAN’T! I CAN’T! … oh … oh … oh … OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!�

Lindsey screamed in agony as Todd finally sunk his meat completely into her bowels. It hurt worse than anything he had previously done to her. She felt as if her insides were on fire.

“Take it out! Oh God PLEASE take it out! … nnuuuhhh …nnuuuhhh … It’s … it’s too … too BIG! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … IT’S TOO BIG! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … Oh God, PLEASE, Todd, PLEASE!!!�

“Oh God, Lindsey, oh God! You feel so good. So good. I love you, Lindsey! I love you!�

“Nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … Then STOP! … nnuuuhhh … If … if you … REALLY love me, then … then … TAKE IT OUT! … nnuuuhhh … nnuuuhhh … PLEASE! … uuuoooooooooooooo!�

Lindsey’s brow was furrowed and her eyes were squeezed shut against the pain. She ground her teeth together. Her fingernails clawed at the dirt and her feet kicked uselessly against the ground. He was driving into her relentlessly, brutally, sending searing waves of agony tearing through her.

Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably now. Every fiber of her being was trembling. The pain was so intense that she was having trouble breathing. She whimpered with the pain each time he drove into her. She felt that she would surely lose her mind.

“Oh, Lindsey! Oh GOD, Lindsey!�

Her body stiffened as he drove into her and held himself there. She felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside of her and felt his cum spraying her bowels. The sickening warmth spread thorough her insides. Slowly, gradually, he released the pressure and allowed his meat to pull back slightly. She groaned and her body relaxed. She felt him softening inside her. Then, he lifted his weight and withdrew from her.

Lindsey quivered, whimpered twice and buried her face in the grass. Todd could see her shoulders shaking as she cried out her misery.
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The phone rang on Steve Richards desk. He sighed and lifted the receiver to his ear.

“Richards.�

“Sarge, this is Allen. I’ve got the suspect’s name and address.�

“�Fantastic! Go!� Steve said as he hovered over a tablet with a pencil.

“Name is Todd Mansfield. Address is 1837 North Lincoln, Jackson City. Worked at Boron Electronics for twenty years. Now get this, he came in and quit, no notice or anything, the DAY BEFORE Lindsey disappeared.�

“Good work, Jerry. Are you heading over to the residence?�

“Negative. I’ve got a bunch of his co-workers to interview. Could we get another unit to check out the house?�

“Hell, I’ll do it myself. I owe you a beer, Jerry. Shit, TWO of them.�

Steve slammed the receiver down, grabbed his jacket and hurried out of the office. He trotted down the stairs and over to the high desk where Desk Sergeant William Maynard acted as first point of contact between the public and the police.

“Mark me out, Bill,� Steve told him. “I’ll be available by radio if anyone needs me.�

“Will do,� Maynard responded and made a notation in the duty log.

Steve climbed into his unmarked police car, started the engine, then lifted the mike from the clip on the dash and keyed it. “Central, unit 15. Ten-eight, one-four-five 1837 North Lincoln.�

“Unit 15, Central. Ten-four. Out� Dispatch acknowledged Steve’s report that his unit was “in service� and “proceeding to� the address given.

It took Steve twenty minutes to get to the cape cod style bungalow in the quiet residential neighborhood on the north side of town. He pulled into the driveway and surveyed the neatly kept lawn and shrubbery. The home of an ordinary middle class couple.

Steve strode up the sidewalk and rang the bell. In less than a minute, the inside door was opened by an attractive older woman.

“Yes?�

“Mrs. Mayfield?� Steve asked.

“Yes I am. What may I do for you?�

“Sergeant Richards,� Steve replied as he showed her his identification. “Is your husband at home?�

“No. No … he isn’t.� She averted her eyes as she said it.

“I’d like to talk to you about your husband, if you don’t mind.�

“Of course, Sergeant. Please come in,� she said as she pushed open the screen door. “Can I get you something? Coffee?�

“No thank you,� Steve answered as they sat on opposite ends of the couch. “Do you know where I can find your husband?�

“No. I mean I …� she paused and glanced at the floor before continuing. “A few days ago, my husband decided that he … needed some time … away. He said that he needed … a few weeks … alone.�

“I see. Did he give you any idea where he would be going?�

“Not that he said. But he … packed all of his camping gear in the back of his truck. He was always … fond … of camping.�

“Does he have a place that he usually goes when he camps? A regular spot?�

“He does, but I’m not sure where it is. I’ve never been there. Roughing it to me is a motel with only black and white television.�

“Do you know if there’s anyone who would know where this place is? Anyone who might have gone camping with your husband?�

Mrs. Mayfield thought for a moment. “No. Todd liked camping alone. But … yes, maybe. Mark Willows, three doors down. Todd and Mark used to talk about camping all the time. They never went together, but they talked about it. He may know something.�

“Thank you, Mrs. Mayfield. You’ve been most helpful.�

Steve started to stand up when Mrs. Mayfield asked “What is this about, Sergeant?�

Steve hesitated. “We just want to ask your husband some questions. We think he may have … witnessed something on his way to work. If you should think of anything else, or if you hear from your husband, please call me.� He handed her one of his business cards.

“I certainly will, Sergeant.�

Steve backed out of the drive way and pulled down three doors to the house indicated by Mrs. Mayfield. A man in his mid-forties looked up from his gardening as Steve climbed out of the car and approached him.

“Mr. Willows?� Steve asked as he held out his identification.

“That’s right. What can I do for you officer?�

“Mrs. Mayfield tells me that you and her husband talked quite a bit about camping. Is that correct?�

“As a matter of fact, it is. Why?�

“Mr. Mayfield is apparently out camping and we’re trying to reach him about something he may have witnessed. By any chance did he ever tell you where his campsite is?�

Mark Willows laughed. “Hardly. Todd guarded the location of that sight like Fort Knox. Wouldn’t tell any body where it was. All he ever said was that it was to the southeast and in the mountains. Rugged country, I guess.�

“Did he ever tell you anything about it? Describe it to you?�

“As a matter of fact, he did. He said it was a clearing on a sort of plateau part way up the side of the mountain. Maybe forty feet across and surrounded by trees. He said there was a fresh water stream running along one side. Sounded really nice.�

“Anything else?�

“Nope. That’s it. Oh, wait. He did tell me once that it took him two and a half or three hours to get there. Does that help?�

“It may, Mr. Willows. It may.�
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Lindsey laid in the grass for several hours. She felt as if her insides had been shredded. Finally, she had forced herself to get up and go to the stream to take a bath. It helped a little to feel the fresh water flowing around her body as she washed away the remnants of him. She looked down at the water as Todd approached.

“I laid out some clothes for you, Lindsey. They’re on the tailgate of the truck. Just letting you know. You don’t have to hurry.� He turned and walked away.

Lindsey shivered. What would be coming next? What would he have in mind for her now? Was there anything he could do to her that he hadn’t already done? Perhaps not, but he could certainly repeat the things he had already done to her. Repeat them and repeat them and repeat them.

She stayed in the stream for nearly an hour before she realized she couldn’t stay there forever. It was already getting dark. Reluctantly, she climbed out and toweled herself dry. Wrapping the towel around her, she walked slowly to the tailgate of the truck and surveyed the clothes Todd had laid out for her.

Red satin bra, panties and cincher with garters. Nylon stockings. A pale red dress with ruffles around the low cut neckline and around the wrists. A wide, white leather belt. White high heeled shoes.

Lindsey had never worn anything like this in her life. She had worn pantyhose on Sundays for church or if she was going someplace that required she dress up, but she had never worn nylons with garters. Also, she had always worn flat heeled shoes. And none of her dresses were of a silky material like this one. Lindsey wondered if she could just put on the bra, panties and dress? Just forget the rest of it.

No, she decided. She didn’t want to risk making Todd angry. He laid it out, so she would wear it.

Todd watched as Lindsey walked slowly across the clearing to the awning. She looked marvelous in the sexy outfit he had picked for her. He could feel himself getting aroused just looking at her.

Lindsey saw the look in Todd’s eyes and she knew. Before the night was over, he would be inside her again.

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Steve stood at his desk, a large scale topographical map spread out under the desk lamp. Several other similar maps were folded in a pile on the floor. Between them, they covered the entire area where Steve suspected Mansfield’s campsite was. He didn’t fool himself into thinking that he would be able to pinpoint the site from these maps, but he could eliminate areas. Reduce the area that needed to be searched.

He knew, for example, that the campsite was on a level area part way up a mountain. Topographical maps would show flat areas. They would also show areas that were not flat. Those could be eliminated without wasting search time. It may not be much, but at this point, he would take anything he could get.

“Hi.�

Steve looked up. Denise Rhodes stood in the door, a visitors badge clipped to the collar of her blouse.

“Hi, kid. What are you doing here?�

“Mission of mercy. I’ll bet you don’t even know what time it is, do you?�

Steve glanced at his watch. Ten thirty at night. “Guess I lost track of time,� he said.

“Yeah. And if I know you, you lost track of meal times, too. Have you eaten since breakfast?�

Steve looked sheepish as he shook his head.

“I didn’t think so,� Denise said. “Here.�

Steve took the bag she held out. Two cheeseburgers and an order of onion rings. “Thanks, kid. I really appreciate it.�

“No problem. Having any luck?� she asked as she looked at the map.

“Maybe,� he said after swallowing a bite of burger. He hadn’t realized how hungry he had been. “I’m laying out search areas. Eliminating areas where the campsite can’t be. Once I get that down, I’ll go to the Chief and ask to call in the State Police. Use their traffic control aircraft to fly search patterns. It would be much faster than going in on foot.�

“Mmmm. I just hope we find her soon. The longer he has her, the harder it will be for her to recover. Have you ever heard of the ‘Stockholm Syndrome’?�

“Sure. That’s where a prisoner or hostage begins relating to their captors.�

“Exactly. And the longer Lindsey is with this creep, the more likely that is to happen.�

Steve didn’t say what he was thinking. Didn’t say that the longer Lindsey was with the creep, the slimmer the odds of finding her alive. He sighed and took another bite of the burger.

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It was late afternoon the next day, and Lindsey was bathing in the stream. It had been a better day than most. Todd had used her early this morning, but he hadn’t been rough about it. He had been gentle with her both inside and outside. She had still hated having him in her, but at least she hadn’t been hurt. Lindsey was beginning to see that as a luxury.

She finished rinsing her hair and climbed out of the stream. Picking up the towel, she started briskly drying herself.

With the exception of that one time, Todd had left her alone for the rest of the day, at least sexually. He had taken her for another walk in the woods, a slow relaxing stroll. Upon their return to camp, he had made a nice lunch for them both. He had then turned on a portable radio and let Lindsey pick whatever kind of music she liked while he laid out a Monopoly game board. She was hesitant at first, but after buying Park Place, Lindsey surprised herself by suddenly realizing that she was enjoying the game. It was something different.

Lindsey had just finished drying herself and had wrapped the towel around her. She knelt in the grass and started brushing out her long, damp hair. That was when Todd came up and knelt behind her. She tensed, expecting the worst.

“Here, let me,� Todd said as he took the brush from her hand. Lindsey knelt quietly while Todd gently brushed her hair. He chatted lightly as he did, talking about the woods and animals, telling her stories from history, being attentive and interesting.

Lindsey couldn’t understand Todd. Sometimes, like now, he seemed so nice. Or when they had been playing Monopoly, laughing and talking. Other times …

“I’ve put out something special for you to wear tonight, Lindsey. Something very nice,� he said as he finished with her hair. “And I’ve got a surprise for you for dinner, too.�

Todd leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. He then stood up and handed her the brush. Lindsey went to the rear of the truck while Todd went to the awning. The clothes were laid out neatly on the tailgate.

Black bra and panties with a matching garter belt. Dark tan nylon stockings. A black silk dress with small white flowers on it. Black high heeled shoes with ankle straps. All very attractive. All very expensive. All very much older than Lindsey. She sighed and dressed.

Todd was at the camp stove starting dinner when he heard the sound of high heels on the plywood flooring. Turning around, he saw Lindsey standing self consciously in front of him.

“Lindsey,� he said as he looked her up and down, “you are absolutely beautiful. Come. Sit down.�

He held a chair out for her, and as she sat down, she noticed that the table was set for dinner more fancily than usual. Napkins folded just so with the silverware sitting on them. Regular china plates instead of the metal camp plates they normally used. Fluted wine glasses. Even candles flanking a center piece of wildflowers. She also noticed the soft music coming from the portable cassette player next to the camp stove.

Todd stepped up beside her and poured her a glass of wine. “I think you’ll like this, Lindsey. It’s a very light tasting Chardonnay. It should go very well with the Chicken Alfredo.�

Lindsey had never had wine before. She slowly picked up the glass and took a tentative sip. He was right. It had a light, clean taste she was surprised to find she enjoyed.

“Like it?�

“It’s … very good,� she answered. “I’ve never had wine before.�

“That doesn’t surprise me,� he said as he filled his own glass. “That’s one reason I chose this particular wine. It has a much more delicate flavor than most.�

Todd chatted lightly and easily while he finished preparing dinner. Lindsey sat at the table, sipping her wine and dividing her attention between Todd’s stories and the music from the player. Todd took the plates, filled them and returned to the table. He sat a plate of Chicken Alfredo in front of Lindsey and another at his place across from her.

“Freeze dried, I’m afraid,� he told her, “but surprisingly good.�

Lindsey tried a taste. He was right. It was surprisingly good and she told him so. Todd seemed pleased that she liked it. He refilled their glasses and kept up a light conversation through dinner. He asked Lindsey questions about school and her interests, and she was surprised to find herself answering in some detail. She was actually starting to enjoy dinner. The wine had more than a little to do with that.

Once they had finished eating, Todd cleared away the dinner dishes and again filled the wine glasses. Then he stepped up to Lindsey and held his hand out to her. He saw her beginning to tense up.

“It’s alright, Lindsey. I just want to dance with you.�

“I … don’t know how. To this kind of music, I mean.�

“I’ll teach you,� he said as he took her hand. She stood up and he put his left hand on her hip, holding her left hand in his right. Lindsey put her right hand on his left shoulder as she had seen in the movies.

“We’ll start with the basic box step. Once you have that down, we can go on from there.�

He was a good teacher, and in very little time, Lindsey was allowing herself to be led around the makeshift dance floor. They moved together, in time with the music. She found herself relaxing a little.

Finally, the wine bottle empty, the candles burnt down, Todd told her it was time for bed. Lindsey felt herself tense once more. Now it would come. Now he would use her again. He walked her to the truck and, putting his arms around her, he pulled down the zipper in the back of the dress. Lindsey closed her eyes as he slipped the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. She stepped out of the dress and he folded it and laid it on one of the storage cabinets in the back of the truck.

He picked her up and lifted her into the truck. Without bothering to remove any more of her clothing, laid her on the cot, quickly undressed, and lay down next to her. He started nuzzling her neck as his hand roamed over her body.

Lindsey closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side. There was no sense in fighting. No sense in pleading. She lay trembling as he played over her body with hands and mouth. She felt his weight pressing her down on her. Felt him pressing against her. Lindsey moaned softly as she felt him slowly slide up inside her.

He wasn’t hurting her tonight, wasn’t being rough. He moved inside her slowly and gently, his hands touched her softly. Lindsey felt butterflies in her stomach. Something was stirring inside her. Her breathing was becoming deeper, quicker. Her body seemed to be tingling. Todd took her face in his hands and pressed his lips softly to hers. She felt his tongue touch her lips. She hesitated a moment, then parted her lips. She felt his tongue in her mouth. She felt her heart pounding. Her trembling increased.

“Oooooohhhhhh,� she moaned deep in her throat as for the first time in her life, Lindsey felt an orgasm wash through her. Her body stiffened as she was hit with wave after wave. She felt Todd cumming, too. Felt his heat joining with hers. With a final quiver and moan, Lindsey co llapsed on the cot.
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Chief of Police Archer sat at his large mahogany desk and finished reading Sergeant Richards’ report. It was well written, to the point. He laid the report down on his desk.

“The evidence is all circumstantial, but I don’t think there’s any doubt that Mansfield is our boy,� the Chief said. He thought for a moment. “Okay, so what do you suggest, Sergeant? How do we find him out in the mountains?�

“Ask for help from the State Police,� Richards said.

Chief Archer grunted. Like most cops, he disliked having to go to agencies outside his own. “Why the State Police?�

“Because they have aircraft. Fixed wing and helicopters both. We know that his campsite is southeast of here. We know it’s two to three hours by car. We know it’s in the mountains. I’ve used topo maps to eliminate areas where the camp can’t be. That narrows the search area for aircraft to a manageable size. We also have a good enough description of the layout to be able to identify it. The size of the clearing, the creek along one side.�

“It could still take several days to locate,� Chief Archer replied. “And she has already been missing seven days.�

“Yes sir. But it’s quicker than anything else.�

The Chief rubbed his face with his hand and sighed. “Okay, Steve. Do whatever you have to. Just bring that girl home alive.�
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Lindsey picked at her breakfast. She couldn’t forgive herself for what she had done last night. It didn’t matter that she was under the influence of alcohol, that she had been drunk for the first time in her life. She had responded. He was using her and she had responded. How could she have done that? Was she a slut? A whore? She felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

“What’s the matter, Lindsey?� Todd asked when he noticed the tear. Lindsey just shrugged. Todd sighed and picked up his coffee cup.

“Is it last night?� he asked softly. Lindsey continued staring at her plate.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, Lindsey. Nothing wrong with enjoying sex.�

“Yes there is. It’s wrong when … when you’re not with someone … someone …�

“Someone that you care about? Love is an emotional thing, Lindsey. Sex is a physical thing. It’s true that sex is better when love is involved, but love isn’t necessary for sex to be enjoyable. Especially when someone has been … drinking … when their inhibitions are at low ebb. Last night, your body responded physically to a physical stimulus. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.�

“But I didn’t want you on me! I didn’t want you … IN me! How could I … DO that? What’s WRONG with me?�

“Nothing is wrong with you, Lindsey. You’re just normal. Just like the rest of us.�

“Normal?� Lindsey looked Todd in the eye. “Are you normal? You kidnapped me, raped me, made me do … other things. You get me drunk and … and … make me … cum. Make me feel like a slut. And now you’re trying to COMFORT me? Is that NORMAL?�

“I … don’t know. Lindsey. I just know that I do love you. I know you don’t believe that, but it’s true. And because I love you, I want to help you.�

“Then take me home! If you love me, if you want to help me, then take me home!�

“I can’t, Lindsey,� Todd said as he looked down at the ground. “That is the one thing I can’t do for you.�

Lindsey shook her head. “You talk about love! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!� she screamed at him. Jumping up, she ran to the pickup truck where she curled up on the cot.

Todd sighed. This was going to take longer than he thought.

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Steve Richards sat at his desk going over reports. Reports from other detectives. Reports from uniformed officers. Reports from the State Police. Nothing yet. It had been five days since the State Police had been enlisted to help in the search for Lindsey Travers. Twelve days since she had been abducted. What must she be going through? That is, if she were still alive.

Steve knew from experience, the longer she was missing, the less likely she would be found alive. Twelve days. How much damage could be done to a young girl in twelve days? And could the damage ever be undone? That would be Denise’s area, not his.

Sometimes, Steve felt sorry for Denise. In his line, he saw the underbelly of society. He dealt with the slime and the scum on a daily basis. His job was to take out the human garbage. That was bad enough. But Denise, her job was to take someone who had been sullied by the garbage and to try and make them feel clean again. She had to deal with the victims. No, he didn’t envy her.

The phone on his desk rang. The flashing button indicated an outside line. Steve picked up the receiver and pressed the button.

“Jackson City Police, Sergeant Richards.�

“Sergeant Richards, this is Captain Lockhart of the State Police. We think we’ve located your suspect.�

“Fantastic! When can you have a chopper ready?�

“We can have one at the helipad at the Barracks on Route 12 in thirty to forty minutes.�

“I’ll be there. And thanks, Captain. I damn sure owe you one.�

Steve broke the connection, then punched in an inside number.

“Dispatch.�

“This is Sergeant Richards. Contact Officers Reynolds and Allen by radio. Instruct them to proceed to the State Police Barracks on Route 12 code three.�

“Will do.�

Steve again broke the connection. He punched a button on the phone for an outside line, then dialed a number. It rang three times before being picked up.

“Rape Crisis Center, Denise Rhodes speaking.�

“Denise, it’s Steve. State Police think they’ve found the site. Are you free?�

“Of course I’m free. When will you be here?�

“Ten minutes.�

“I’ll be outside.�
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Lindsey was sitting on one of the folding chairs under the awning. She was wearing one of the outfits Todd had bought for her. White satin bra and panties, light tan thigh-hi nylons, a pink silk bare midriff blouse, white mini skirt and pink high heels. She watched as he prepared lunch on the camp stove.

How long had it been since he brought her here? She had lost track of the days, but it seemed like a lifetime. How many times had he raped her since he brought her here? She couldn’t remember that, either. Dozens, at least. Probably more. She still hated it. Hated having him inside her. But at least it didn’t hurt anymore. Not even when he took her from the rear. She was used to it. She no longer gagged when he put it in her mouth, either, and didn’t feel sick when he made her swallow.

Lindsey sighed. She was starting to believe that she would never get away from him. She would spend her life here, living in the back of a pickup and performing as Todd’s private sex toy.

Todd picked up a kettle and walked to the stream to get some water. Lindsey sat and watched as he knelt down. It was then that she heard the sound. The whoop, whoop, whoop sound off to the left. She shaded her eyes and looked into the sky. It was a helicopter, and it was coming towards them. Squinting, she suddenly made out the State Police emblem emblazoned on the underside of the rapidly approaching craft.

Lindsey looked back towards Todd. He was standing now, looking at her. She had to keep away from him. She had to keep away from him until the police arrived. Kicking off her high heels, Lindsey jumped up and ran across the clearing, waving and screaming at the helicopter as she went.

“Lindsey! WAIT!� she heard Todd scream behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw him charging after her.

Steve Richards, Jerry Allen, Dan Reynolds and Denise Rhodes saw the girl running across the clearing with the big man in pursuit. The helicopter came in over the clearing to land, and Steve jumped from the door when it was still several feet off the ground.

Lindsey broke out of the clearing and plowed through the undergrowth at a dead run. The brush tore at her nylons and scratched her bare stomach. She heard Todd screaming behind her, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Todd saw the police officer jump from the copter and start running towards him, trying to cut him off. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to stop Lindsey. He had to!

“POLICE! FREEZE!� Stev e screamed as he pulled his .357 Magnum revolver from it’s holster. Steve was an expert marksman. Mansfield would be an easy shot.

Todd continued running, but Steve heard him scream over his shoulder “COME ON! HURRY! THE CLIFFS! THE CLIFFS!�

Steve’s confusion lasted only a split second. Jamming the pistol back into it’s holster, he took off after Todd Mansfield. Dan, Jerry and Denise were coming fast behind him. Mansfield was driving through the undergrowth now, maybe sixty feet in front of Steve. Out in front of Mansfield, Steve saw Lindsey Travers, running for all she was worth.

“LINDSEY! PLEASE STOP! THE CLIFFS!� Mansfield was screaming as he ran at top speed.

Lindsey heard him coming, heard him gaining on her. Her terror increased and she ran harder. She plowed through a section of brush and found … nothing. The ground dropped off in a sharp, hundred foot plunge to a pile of rocks below. Lindsey twisted and scrabbled for the brush that she had just plowed through. She felt the ground beneath her feet give way, felt herself falling over the edge.

Todd Mansfield, as well as everyone in pursuit of him, heard Lindsey’s terrified scream as she plunged over the edge of the cliff. Todd ran still harder. He was the first to reach the cliff face. He knew the cliffs. He knew what he would see below. One hundred feet down, Lindsey’s battered, broken body sprawled grotesquely over the rocks. He leaned over the edge, tears filling his eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her hanging on the side of the cliff twelve feet below him, her finger tips grasping the most precarious hold on life.

“HELP ME!� she screamed. “OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!�

“HANG ON, LINDSEY! I’M COMING!� Todd screamed back and scrambled over the edge of the cliff. Slowly, gingerly, he worked his way down the face of the cliff, relying on the most dubious of handholds. He heard the cops arrive above him. He looked up just as Steve Richards started over the edge to follow him.

“DON’T!� Todd screamed at the big cop. “THE FACE IS BRITTLE! IT WON’T SUPPORT US BOTH!�

Steve hesitated. Was it a trick? Looking at the cliff face, he decided Mansfield was right and climbed back up. Feeling helpless, he knelt at the edge of the cliff with the others and watched Todd Mansfield slowly move towards the terrified girl.

“Help me! Please, help me!� Lindsey was no longer screaming. She was pleading in a voice filled with pure terror.

“Lindsey, listen to me,� Todd spoke calmly. “You’re going to be alright. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise, Lindsey.�

Denise was holding her breath as she watched Mansfield slowly approach the terrified girl. She could see dirt and stone breaking away each time he took a hand or foot hold. How long? How long until the stones gave way and plunged them both to the rocks below?

“Okay, Lindsey. Now listen to me. I’m going to reach down and take you by the wrist. Don’t try to grab for me until I tell you to, okay?� Lindsey, her eyes filled with terror, nodded.

“Okay, just hang on.� Todd kept his body pressed against the cliff face, leaning sideways and reaching down with his left hand. His right hand gripped a tenuous handhold above him. Reaching, stretching, he finally reached Lindsey and took her right wrist in his hand.

“Okay, let go of the cliff and grab my wrist.�

“I … I can’t! I’ll … fall!� she whimpered.

“No you won’t, Lindsey. I won’t let you. Now come on, grab my wrist.�

Lindsey gazed deep into the eyes of her abductor, the eyes of her rapist. He smiled reassuringly at her. There was no sign of the vicious Todd in his eyes. Screwing up her last reserves of courage, she let go of the cliff and grabbed Todd’s wrist.

“Good girl! Just hang on!� Todd straightened, pulling Lindsey along as he did. Once he was straight, he used his one arm to lift Lindsey higher, dragging her up the cliff face. He raised her until his hand was between his waist and shoulders, but could raise her hundred five pounds no farther. The position was too awkward.

“Okay, Lindsey, this is what I want you to do. Let go of my wrist with your left hand. Try to reach up and grab me around the neck. If you do, you can help me pull you up higher. Okay?�

“O-okay.�

“Fine. On three. One, two, THREE!� Lindsey let go of his wrist and stretched her arm out as Todd jerked up on her other arm. It was just enough, and Lindsey had her hand on the back of his neck.

“Okay, now the other hand. Grab my neck with it.� Lindsey did as she was told. His left arm free again, he reached down and placed his forearm under Lindsey’s buttocks and raised her yet further. Her arms were now wrapped around his neck, squeezing tightly. Todd glanced at the cliff face and sighed. It was starting to break loose. There was no way he could climb up with Lindsey in tow.

He looked up into the eyes of the big cop who had been chasing him. “I need you to lower a rope. Then you can pull Lindsey up!�

“They may have a rope in the chopper.� Reynolds said. “I’ll go check.�

“No!� Steve ordered. The cliff face was giving way. “There’s no time.� He tore off his jacket and threw it on the ground, then pulled his pistol and handed it to Denise.

“Grab my ankles! You two will have to lower me down.� Reynolds and Allen looked at each other, took deep breaths, and did as they were told. Steve edged his way over the cliff head first while the two uniformed officers did their best to prevent him from becoming a skydiver.

They lowered Steve as far as they could. Reynolds and Allen were laying on the ground now, their arms extended over the edge, their hands grasping Steve’s ankles more than two feet below the top of the cliff.

“That’s it!� Steve said as he was dangled from the cliff. He stretched out his arm towards Lindsey. “Can you reach me?�

Lindsey stretched her arm as far as she could. Their finger tips barely touched.

“I … can’t … reach you!� she said.

“Hang on, Lindsey,� Todd told her. “Keep reaching! Keep trying!� His forearm still supporting her buttocks, he called on his last reserves of strength. Gritting his teeth and groaning, he raised Lindsey and inch, then two, then three…

“I’VE GOT HER!� Steve nearly screamed as he grabbed the young girl’s wrist. “HAUL US UP!�

Reynolds and Allen threw all their strength into dragging the big cop and the small girl up the cliff face. Slowly, inch by inch they pulled the two higher, until both were finally over the top and safe. Lindsey broke down then, crying hysterically, and Steve took her in his arms to comfort her. Denise was the only one looking over the edge when Todd’s handhold broke loose. He never screamed as he plunged the hundred feet to his death.

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Steve was off duty and sitting at the bar in “Snyder’s�, a neighborhood place one block from the police station. He was working on his second scotch and soda when he saw Denise step through the door. He raised his glass in salutation and she came straight over to where he sat.

“Twenty minutes after quitting time, I figured I’d find you here.� she said as she sat on the stool next to his.

“Looking for me, were you? Any special reason?�

“Nope. Just looking for a sucker to buy me a drink,� she grinned at him.

Steve laughed. “I’m always happy to be a sucker for you, Denise. Johnny!� Steve called to the bartender and pointed at Denise. Johnny nodded and fixed a screwdriver without asking.

It was five days since they had rescued Lindsey Travers. Steve knew that she had been “treated and released� at the hospital for the minor bruises and contusions she received in her run through the bushes and the fall from the cliff. Steve also knew that Denise had arranged to counsel her at the Rape Crisis Center for the much worse emotional injuries that had been inflicted on her.

“So how is Lindsey?� he asked. “Is she going to be okay?�

“Too soon to tell,� Denise replied after sipping her drink. “She went through a lot for someone so young. It’s going to take time, and there are no guarantees.�

Steve shook his head and took another pull of his drink. “Thing I can’t figure out is that sleaze ball Mansfield. He kidnaps her. Rapes her repeatedly. Brutalizes and terrorizes her. But when she was on the side of that cliff, he never hesitated. He went right over, trying to save her. I don’t know. It just …… doesn’t make sense.�

“I’ve been counseling Lindsey. She told me that he kept telling her that … he loved her.�

Steve looked incredulous. “He had a damned funny way of showing it!�

“He also told her that she would learn to love him.�

“Sounds to me like he was full of shit.�

“Maybe. Maybe he was. But when he was on the side of that cliff …. You didn’t see it. You were fighting to save Lindsey. But his face, when you were trying to reach her. He was scared. I mean fear was written all over his face. And then you grabbed Lindsey’s wrist and Dan and Jerry started hauling you both up. When you pulled Lindsey over the edge, and he knew she was safe … well, the fear was gone. His face showed nothing but relief. He had been afraid for her, not for himself. Even when the stones let go and he fell. No fear.�

“So you’re trying to tell me that this whole thing was about love? Where were you drinking before you came here?�

Denise smiled at the jibe. “You don’t understand what I mean, Steve. You and I have taken on rapists before, and every time they were evil men. That was really what was at the heart of their actions. They were pure evil.�

“That I will drink to.� Steve replied.

“But Todd Mansfield. Look at him. Never so much as a speeding ticket. You said so yourself. A good husband. A good father. A good citizen. And then one day …. who knows? Who knows what happened to make him do what he did? I’m just saying that for the first time, I think we’ve encountered a rapist who wasn’t evil. I think he was just sick. He really believed he loved Lindsey, and that she would fall in love with him.�

Steve shook his head. “Do you think knowing that will help Lindsey recover? Do you think it will make things easier for her?�

“No.� Denise said softly. “No, I don’t think it will.�

“In that case,� said Steve, “I hope the bastard rots in hell for what he did to that innocent little girl, and I don’t care what his reasons were.�

“And I’ll drink to that.� Denise replied as she lifted her glass.

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