Disclaimer: The following story is fiction, real rape is a crime, this is just fantasy, and if you can’t understand the difference you shouldn’t be here
What follows is another tale in the Amber Richardson saga. We’ve got brothers Hank and Frank Cooper who have escaped federal prison. Yes, it is the same Hank from A Song Without Music. You do not need to read the prior stories to enjoy this one.
@countmein requested a story about two specific women being raped by escaped convicts. Hence the story request tag being here. I combined it with the Amber Richardson saga because the prompt aligned with the direction I wanted to go with. Also fair warning the story abruptly ends at a cliffhanger. And now…
…Investigators aren’t releasing detailed information on how, but have confirmed two federal prisoners have escaped custody. Police are actively and extensively searching for the brothers Hank and Frank Cooper. Officials have advised residents to stay indoors and call the official tip line if anyone sees these men. They are not to be approached directly. We don’t know if they are armed or not, but what we do know is the men are extremely dangerous. You may remember them from a human trafficking bust a…
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“Aww, I wanted to hear more,” my friend Cindy pouted with her bottom lip out. “Who knows, maybe we could help out somehow. Where they escaped isn’t that far away.”
I shook my head. It was pretty typical of Cindy to want to do something adventurous or flat out dangerous. “We’re teachers not cops,” I pointed out. “It’s foolish to go looking for trouble.”
Cindy smiled “Yeah, I know, but wouldn’t it be fun to catch them unaware and cut their balls off?”
“Yeah, just like it would be fun to grow wings and fly to the moon without a rocket or space suit” I playfully jabbed. I sighed in disappointment. “They said to stay indoors. I guess that means we can’t go out tonight. You can stay here tonight if the situation doesn’t improve.” Cindy sighed as well and her green eyes looked sad. “Disappointing, but we can just work with what we’ve got here. My followers will be disappointed too, but we’ll still give them a view of our outfits. There’s no sense in getting this dressed up with nobody to see it.” I nodded. “Agreed.” Normally I didn’t partake in the social media experience, but I knew Cindy would make the best out of the situation.
Cindy retrieved her selfie stick and logged into her social media. “Hey everyone! Teacher4Life26 here with some sad news. As you know the husband is away so it’s time to partaaaay! Unfortunately we’ve got a prison break nearby so for safety reasons we can’t leave the house.” Cindy paused, possibly for effect “I know, sad right? Don’t worry, I’m still going to give you something to talk about’' she smiled and laughed. “Stephanie, do you mind showing off your outfit for us?” Part of me wanted to roll my eyes, but I pretended I was on a catwalk for supermodels. “My friend Stephanie, a teacher like me, is wearing a stylish red and white print long sleeve blouse with front buttons that beautifully contrasts with her dark skin. Her blouse tucked into a beautiful black skirt that’s about three inches above the knee. And of course no outfit is complete without dazzling shoes. She’s rockin’ with black pumps that have 2 ⅜ inch heels. Also she’s got a silver cross necklace with matching silver teardrop earrings that just make her brown eyes sparkle! Give the good people on the internet a wave Stephanie!” I obliged and actually felt like I was having some fun. Cindy smiled “As for me, I’ve got on a one piece half sleeve blue dress. I’ve always felt like blue compliments my green eyes. I’m wearing a fashionable black belt around my waist. My black pumps have ankle straps with 2 ⅝ inch heels. I’ve got on a simple yet elegant pearl necklace with white drop earrings.” Cindy handed me the selfie stick so that she could follow suit and turn around for the internet to see her full outfit from all sides. That done, she retrieved the stick and said “Alright lovelies, signing off for now. See you beautiful people tomorrow! Bye!” Cindy signed off and looked quite happy.
“I know you like it but it doesn’t sound like social media is for me. Look, someone used the n word to describe me,” I pointed out.
Cindy shook her head “Don’t worry about that. Not everyone is nice on social media. Just have to block the trolls and not let them get to you.” Cindy frowned then said to herself “Hmm, better charge my phone, it’s almost dead. I should probably get out of these pumps too.” She looked back at me “You should at least try it. I was like you and resisted at first, but it can be really fun.”
Inwardly I rolled my eyes. Cindy had been after me to join social media like Spongebob had been after Squidward to try a crabby patty. I had left my phone in my room. When I went to retrieve my phone was when I got the nastiest shock in my life. The two escaped prisoners had crawled through my bedroom window.
“Cindy!” I shouted in panic. I quickly found myself restrained with Hank holding my arms behind my back and Frank’s hand covering my mouth. “Stephanie? Did you call me?” Cindy yelled from the guest room at the other side of the house. Hank whispered in my ear “Scream and you’re dead.” To Frank he whispered “Grab the other one. Don’t let her get away.” The hand left my mouth. “Please don’t hurt me,” I begged. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Cindy suddenly yelled “HELP SOMEONE HELP! NO, GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! HELP!” Cindy’s cries for help vanished. I feared the worst and started to cry. To my relief Cindy and Frank entered my room moments later. Cindy was restrained like I was with Frank forcing her to walk in front of him. “Please,” Cindy begged, “I’ll do whatever you want, just let Stephanie go.”
“I have a question first,” Hank said “Tell me your name and how long you’ve lived here.” “I…I’m Cindy. We moved in a f…few months ago in d…different houses.” Cindy was holding in her tears and looked like she was trying to keep a brave face. It wasn’t working. Hank shook his head, but it was more towards his brother. “Frank. Where did you get this address from?” “Internet search while using Johnny’s login information,” Frank answered. “She must have moved,” Hank said then turned to Cindy “When did you move in exactly?” Cindy stammered “I…I…can’t remember sometime in late July just before school started.”
“What do we do now?” Frank asked. “She isn’t here. We don’t know where she lives.”
“We have fun of course!” Hank answered. Cindy and I simultaneously screamed for help after hearing these words and struggled against their grip. Hank’s hands quickly left my arms and I felt cold metal against my wrists. Handcuffs. Cindy was treated the same as me with her hands cuffed behind her back. “Wait!” Cindy screamed “Just take me please, leave Stephanie alone. I’ll do whatever you want, I won’t even scream anymore, I swear!”
“Interesting.” Hank said in an amused voice “Frank, let’s take her up on that offer. Uncuff her wrists.” Frank did as requested. “Now strip for us Cindy.” Cindy didn’t move. After a few moments, Hank responded by unbuttoning my blouse. “No, please leave her alone! I’ll do it!” Cindy sobbed and turned her back to Frank. Frank unzipped the back of her dress for her. Cindy allowed her one piece dress to slide off of her and onto the floor.
“Black panties and a black bra with a front hook,” Hank remarked as the dress slid down to the floor. “You’re a wild one aren’t ya? I bet you’ve always fantasized about having a man ordering you around right?” Cindy glared at Hank then removed the rest of her clothing. Hank commanded her to slowly turn so they could see her whole naked body. She didn’t move at first. In response, my blouse was torn and shredded from my body and Hank made quick work of removing my skirt despite both of our verbal protests and me wiggling around attempting to break free.
“Gray bra and panties for Stephanie” Hank remarked and I felt my face flush with embarrassment and shame. I felt like I was betraying my husband with men seeing me in my underwear.
“Let’s try this again Cindy. Turn around slowly for us and show off your naked body.” Cindy complied, sobbing the whole time. When she finished she begged “Please, I did what you wanted. Please take me and just let Stephanie go.”
Hank had a twinkle in his eye. He unlocked my handcuffs and grabbed my arms again. “Frank, you heard the lady. Take her to her room and do whatever you like.” Cindy glared at Hank “You’ll let Stephanie go right?” Hank’s eyes twinkled again “I’ll let her go.” “Cindy,” I sobbed, “no!” “Don’t worry about me Stephanie, it’s going to be ok.” Frank and Cindy left the room.
“Y…y…you said you would let me go.” I remarked. Hank laughed. “I never said when I would let you go!” “NO!” I screamed “THEY TRICKED US CINDY, SOMEONE HELP ME!” Hank laughed maniacally then pulled and tugged at my bra. At the same time I was able to hear grunts, moans, and screams from Cindy and Frank at the other side of the house. Despite my best efforts to keep my bra on, Hank managed to rip it away from my body. He did the same with my panties. I fought as hard as I could and tried multiple ways to get him to stop. Slaps anywhere on his body didn’t seem to phase him. Punching him felt like punching a brick wall and probably hurt me more than it hurt him. My nails aren’t really long enough to do damage by scratching, but I still tried anyway.
Hank overpowered me and took me in my own bed. I begged and pleaded for the nightmare to end both in my mind and out loud. Him taking me was nothing like my husband. There was no pleasure at all, only agonizing pain with every thrust. His hands mauled my chest. After a few moments all I could do was just cry from the pain and shame of it all. I felt the disgusting throb of his member inside and screamed when he came. Hank laughed at me again and slapped my chest hard. I found my voice again and begged him to just go away. That’s when Frank entered the room. “Cindy is strong and fights like hell. Her tits bounce perfectly and she moans like a cow when fucked. She hates it when you suck on her neck. I’ve got her handcuffed to the bed if you want to have a round with her.” Hank grinned. “Stephanie’s a weakling. Her tits are small but her begging and screaming make up for it along with her thick thighs. She hates it when you are rough with her.” Hank laughed maniacally then left.
Frank wasn’t gentle. He took me in the ass with prior sex from Cindy as his only lubrication. I wailed from the pain. After his member throbbed in my ass he then took me like Hank did. It felt worse than before with no pleasure, only agonizing pain. Frank wasn’t gentle with me down there either and took me as if he were running the final stretch of a marathon. After what felt like forever he shot his disgusting fluid in me. Frank crushed me by laying on top of me for a while after. It was difficult to breathe and I just lay there sobbing. Finally Frank left the room.
After Frank left I just lay there in my bed sobbing uncontrollably. I don’t know how long I lay there, but it was at least until the next day. The house was completely quiet, so I figured they had left. I then remembered that Frank had mentioned Cindy was handcuffed to the headboard and wondered if she still was. I quickly threw a nightshirt on and went into her room. Cindy wasn’t there. I fearfully searched through the whole house with no sign of Cindy anywhere. They had to have taken her somewhere, I just know they took her somewhere!
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Officer Amber Richardson observed the interview from afar with a grim look on her face. She turned to her supervisor Officer Turner, who was watching with her. “I need to be on this case.” Officer Turner shook her head “They went to your old address expecting to find you there. Can you imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t moved? No, the last thing you need is this case. It wouldn’t be safe for you when they’re looking for you too. You are safe here. I’m also sending units to guard your home in case they manage to find out where you live.” A flicker of darkness appeared in Officer Richardson’s eyes then vanished as quick as they came. “You’re right,” she said. “What about you? Do you think you should distance yourself from the case since you’re my cousin?” The supervisor shook her head, “I’m confident that I can do my best right now. If that changes at any point I have a backup plan. Right now I’m using all the resources we have to locate Cindy and the two brothers.” Officer Richardson shook her head “It may not be enough to catch those bastard pigs.” She pushed a button next to a microphone. “Ask Stephanie if her bedroom was the one with only one closet.” A few moments later she heard the female officer gently ask Stephanie the question. Stephanie looked confused but confirmed it was her and her husband’s room. “What are the chances,” Officer Richardson asked in a barely heard whisper, “that these guys randomly chose to enter that specific window of the house where the lock didn’t always work properly?” Officer Turner’s eyebrow subtly rose. Officer Richardson continued, “someone helped them escape prison. They did a google search to find an address yet somehow knew about a specific vulnerability of the house? I don’t like it. We need to make a list of people we can trust. I think they had help from someone on the outside.” Officer Turner shook her head, “Or they could have gotten lucky with an opportunity to escape prison and while they were on the run they saw the vulnerability of the house from the outside.” “Maybe,” Officer Richardson half heartedly conceded, “but it’s not easy to escape from federal prison. I also feel like a google search using another prisoner’s login details was a lie planted by the bastard pigs or whoever is helping them as some kind of trap.” Officer Turner nodded, “If they couldn’t access your family members, which thankfully appears to be the case so far, what better way to set a trap for someone who genuinely wants to help other women in this exact kind of situation?” Officer Richardson nodded “It could all be Hank with a grand master plan, but my gut is telling me someone else is pulling the…”
“Officer Turner, we did find a note in the house. Haven’t had our writing expert confirm this yet but I’ve seen both brothers’ handwriting before and it looks like one of them wrote it.”
Officer Turner gave thanks, looked at the note, and frowned. She showed it to Officer Richardson whose eyes flickered with darkness again. “That bastard pig…”
Officer Amber Richardson, Officer Turner, Cindy, Hank Cooper, Frank Cooper, and others, will return in another Amber Richardson Saga tale…
