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Tough
(Shooter3704)

My name is Carl Masterson and they call me Tough. There are two reasons for that nickname. First of all, I am tough. I don't say that in a bragging way, just stating a fact. The other reason is it, the name, originated with my grandfather. Once I mashed my finger with a hammer and refused to cry. I was about ten years old at the time and Gramps was heard to say, "tough little bastard ain't he?"  While the tough part was true the bastard part wasn't. My parents were married, and just for the record they loved me and I them.  But I digress.

     My day started when she came to make a report; she, being a woman by the name of Nora Carter. Mrs. Nora Carter, in the interest of accuracy.  She was directed to my office to finish making some serious charges and to make her statement.  Oh, by the way, I am a detective sergeant with the city police department.

     "Like I told the officer out front," she said arranging her nicely shaped bottom in the chair beside my desk. "I was raped."

     "Tell me about it, Mrs. Carter," I said. "When exactly did the rape take place?" I was working solo these days because my partner was on sick leave.  Thirty years old, ate right, worked out, and had a fucking heart attack. Go figure.

     "The first time was almost two weeks ago," she said.  "Then a few days later they did it again. The last time was night before last."  Needless to say I was more than a little confused.

     "Mrs. Carter, is this the first time you've reported these rapes?" I was beginning to suspect something wasn't kosher. She didn't fit the profile of a rape victim.

     "Yes it is. I was willing to forgive and forget the first couple of times, but enough is enough, don't you agree?" That sounded stupid enough to make sense in a peculiar sort of way.

     "Okay," I said. She had me almost to a point where I wasn't sure what to ask next. "Where did the rape or rapes take place?"

     "All of them?" she asked. I nodded. "Well I'm not exactly sure where he did it to me the first time. The other times were at Ike's apartment. That was where they raped me the last time, too."

     "Who is Ike?" I asked

     "I don't know that I ever heard a last name," Nora Carter said struggling to pull her short skirt down over her thighs. It was a losing battle and she soon gave up.  In case I hadn't mentioned it, Nora Carter was a stunning woman. "Ike is all I ever heard. He owns a bar called Ike's Place over on Kingston Street. That's where I first met him." I made a note and asked her to go on which seemed to confuse her. Nora Carter didn't appear to be the sharpest knife in the drawer.

     "So you're saying that you met this Ike person and he took you someplace and raped you," I said.  She smiled big and nodded as if I had discovered some great truth.  "And that was two weeks ago, more or less. Then you went back to the bar and ran into Ike again and the rape happened all over again." She continued to nod happily.  "Then it happened a few more times if I understand your statement."

     "Five times," she supplied. "All told, it was five times."

     "A moment ago you said 'they'. Were there more than one man who raped you?"

     "It was just Ike the first time.  The second time it was Ike and some friend of his. Buck, I think his name was. After that there were always a bunch of men.  Night before last there was at least six and maybe seven men. Do you need me to sign something? I mean I'm not rushing you, but I told my...husband I wouldn't be but an hour or so."

     "Yes, Mrs. Carter," I assured her. "I'm going to need you to sign the complaint and I'll need a lot more information. Let me ask you...are you sure you didn't consent to having sex with Ike and the others?"

     "You mean did I say it was all right for them to screw me?" I told her that was exactly what I meant. "I'm sure I did not tell them it was okay," she said her brow was furrowed deeply as she thought about the question. "I remember saying no a bunch of times. No means no, don't it?"

     "Yes it does," I assured her. "Mrs. Carter, I'm concerned about the frequency of these rapes and the fact that you are just now getting around to reporting it. I'm familiar with Ike's Place and it's not a place I would expect a white woman to frequent. What were you doing there, if I may ask?"

     "Oh, its a great little bar," she replied again giving me the benefit of her dazzling smile. "I hardly ever have to pay for drinks there. Everybody is so friendly." 

     Yeah, I didn't have any trouble believing that.  A lone white woman in a black bar was going to get a lot of free drinks.

     "At any time during these rapes, were you hurt?" I asked her.

     "Oh gosh yeah!" she said pulling her short skirt up past her panties. "Look, you can still see some of the bruises they gave me. My boobs have bite marks all over them, too." I strained and I could see some slight discoloration on her thighs "And sometimes they weren't very gentle, if you know what I mean." Most gang-bangs aren't gentle, but frankly I don't have a lot of firsthand knowledge on that subject.

     I spent another half hour with Mrs. Nora Carter and got her to sign the complaint. I was pretty sure the DA's office was going to laugh in my face, but what the hell. I had to be doing something so I might as well investigate her claim. Not that the DA and staff condones rape, but Nora Carter actually seemed to be inviting it; at least the second and subsequent times.



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Ike's Place was a seedy little joint sandwiched between a tattoo place and a strip joint. On the other side of the strip joint was an adult bookstore and arcade. Again I asked myself, what in hell was Nora Carter, an attractive white woman of thirty-one, doing in that part of town. How had she even found the place?

     I didn't know Ike, but I knew his type. I hadn't worked vice in several years and he appeared in town after I went on to better types of investigation.  Us folk in Major Crimes don't have a lot of business with vice type things. Ike would be right at the very edge of legal. He would let his patrons get by with whatever they could get by with and he would do the same. A bit of prostitution, dope changing hands and whatever else may arise. Probably the only care Ike took was to protect his liquor licenses by making a half-ass attempt to check ID.

     I found a parking space on the street in front of a fire hydrant. The firemen love to see a city car blocking them from the hydrant. Pisses the meter maids off, too, but I doubted meter maids ever came to this part of town. I got a surprise when I entered the place. It was clean and even smelled okay for a beer joint. Stale beer just can't be disguised, but someone had made an attempt.

     I stopped just inside to let my eyes adjust. While I waited to see, I was aware the nose level had dropped considerably.  The customers had noticed two things immediately. One, there was a white dude in the place and the other thing they knew I was a cop. I don't know how they always know, but they do.

When I could make things out I made my way to the bar and was greeted with a hostile stare from the barkeep. 

     "Ike around?" I asked the sullen man.

     "Who wants..." I stopped him by raising my hand. I don't know why they always ask who wants to know. 

     "Don't do that," I said, showing him my badge. "Would you go get him, please?"  I've found it never hurts to be civil even to an asshole.  He reached under the counter and I assume he pushed a button alerting Ike, et al, that a cop was in the joint. I didn't have to wait long. A door opened near the back and two men emerged. 

     "What can I do for you?" the lead man of the et al asked in a soft pleasant voice.

     "Ike?" I inquired.

     "Yeah, that would be me," he said. I asked Ike who. "Ike Washington. Dwight David Washington to be precise. Parents were fans of President Eisenhower. Hench the Ike. I say again, what can I do for the protect and serve crew today?"

     "Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?" I asked.

     "Not that I have anything to hide, but come on back to the office.  You stay out here, Buck," he said to the other man. "Give Buck a beer on me," he said over his shoulder to the bartender.

     "You got a name?" he asked me when we were inside the office. I told him but not using my nickname. "Yeah, you're the one they call Tough," he said. "I heard about you. Have a seat." Apparently my reputation had preceded me.

     "Got a complaint," I said after looking around the office. It was neat in a cluttered sort of way.  There was the desk, a desk chair and two chairs facing the desk. There was a leather sofa along one wall and it faced a big screen TV.  Two file cabinets completed the furniture. 

     "Sure you do," he responded with a smile. "What kind of complaint?" I told him and was a bit surprised to note that the smile never left his face.

     "That's bullshit," he said when I finished. "Bitch came here looking for some black cock. And she found plenty of it. Did that slut tell you her husband brought her here the first time? No, I didn't think so. Hell, the wimpy son of a bitch dropped her off the other times. She told me she didn't drive."

     "Maybe so, Mister Washington," I said. "Still pretty serious charges."

     "You got to be kidding me!" he said. "Look at me, Detective. Do I look like some dude that has to rape a woman to get some pussy? Hell, I'm a black Adonis. I got a pocket full of cash and a nine inch cock."

     I elected to take his word on the size of his cock. As to the rest I had to admit he was a nice looking fellow. Tall, muscular, and his bald head didn't detract from his overall appearance. The diamond in his front tooth was a little startling, but who am I to judge? 

     "Yeah, you're as pretty as a man's second wife," I said. "You know Mrs. Carter?"

     "Is that Nora's last name? Yeah I know her. I fucked her, but there wasn't any rape involved. Look, Tough, is it all right if I call you that?" I nodded. The taxpayer is always right. No, actually they are seldom right. "Like I was saying, Nora came looking and she found. I get ten or twelve white women a year that comes here looking to change their luck. Out of that many I'll strap on four or five in a good year."

     "Really? That many, huh? Do you have any theory as to why they come here?"

     "I suspect they heard about my magnificent cock," he said with a grin. "No, Tough, I don't have any idea why people do what they do. The working of the human brain is a big mystery to me. However, the use of brain in conjunction with Nora is a stretch. Bitch is drop-dead gorgeous, but as dumb as a bag of nails."

     "You mentioned her husband brought her here. Did he come inside?"

     "Sure did. Short with blond hair so pale it was almost white. Washed out blue eyes. I figured his ensemble cost a grand even with his alligator shoes. If he had been black I'd have figured him for a pimp. Dumb fuck was asking for a mugging. They strolled in and took a table in the back. I saw then when they came in and kept my eye on them. That shit can be trouble, you know?  From the way they looked at the guys in here and whispered about it, I knew right away they was looking for a fucking.  I didn't know at the time if it was him or her looking for dick. Anyway after I watched them for a while I went over hand introduced myself."

     "You use your right name?" I asked smiling to take the edge off the question.

     "Yeah, ain't no point in lying about it.  Anyway, it didn't take long to find out what they were up to. In fact he asked me who had the biggest cock in the place. I lied and told him I did."

     "You lied?"

     "Yeah, Buck was there and that son of a bitch is hung like a fucking donkey. Buck ain't very swift, if you get my drift, but he is hung. Anyway, the dude asked me how much I was packing and I told him nine solid inches, but that I only showed it to females. He laughed and told me he didn't need to see it and he told the woman to check me out. Nora, who by the way started out by calling herself Misty Gold reached over and copped a feel. Apparently she liked what she felt and told the dude that."

     "Misty Gold?" I asked.

     "Yeah, but the trouble was she wasn't smart enough to remember to call herself that. Anyway, him and her whispered to each other and pretty soon he got up and walked out leaving the dumb slut. I asked her what was going on and she smiled and asked me if there was a place we could go so she could see my pecker. That's what she called it. A pecker, for God's sake. To make a long story shorter, I brought her back here and I fucked her right there on that sofa." I couldn't help myself. I looked at the sofa as if that would give me a clue.

     "No witnesses that it was a consensual act between two adults, I guess." More often than not there are no witnesses to rape or even casual fucking. Rapists don't usually attack where there are witnesses and most people prefer to do it in private. I'm that way myself most of the time.

     "No, not that time. Just her old man," Ike answered. "After that I got the action captured on video."  Well, that was going to make my job easier. Either way it went, video tape was going to smooth the way.

     "Did you see the man you assumed was her husband the second time she came?"

     "Naw, she just waltzed in. Didn't see hide nor hair of white haired man. Man, you should have seen the way that bitch was dressed. She had on rags that screamed, fuck me. What am I thinking about? You can see her on my tapes. Anyway she found me and demanded that I fuck her again. I'm not a contentious man so I agreed and I took her to my place and we fucked again. Same as before except she insisted I not use a condom. She said she wanted to feel my skin on her skin and to feel my cum in her pussy."

     "Did you bare-back her?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I let my cock do the thinking and I filled her cunt up...three times I think. Maybe four times. Been a while, you see. Anyway I popped her several times and took her white ass back to the bar. Next thing I knew she was gone. I sweated it for a few days. I figured if she was going to yell rape it would be after I had filled her cunt up with my DNA.  After a week nothing happened so I relaxed. Then the silly bitch showed up and asked me if I had any friends that wanted to party. That's the word she used. Party like drinks and snacks were going to be served.  That was when I invited Buck to come get some white pussy.  I got that shit on tape, too. Man, the hot blooded cunt couldn't get enough of our black cocks. She fucked both of one at a time then we both jumped her ass. Damned woman loved a stiff dick up her ass.  Me and Buck fucked that bitch for nearly four hours. I changed tape a bunch of times. A few days later that cunt was back wanting more dicking and I grabbed a few of the boys and we all fucked the shit out of her."