Posted by The Black Knight on December 27, 1999 at 13:46:11:
Sara James stood outside the NBC studios at Rockefellar Plaza. The sexy young reporter/anchor smiled slightly as she ran her hand through her shoulder length reddish brown hair. She wore a black pin-striped jacket which she let fall open on this warm summer day, a skin tight white silk blouse which she begrudgingly admitted was a half size too small, a black skirt which was just long enought not to be called a mini-skirt, and black high heeled pumps. She walked slowly toward her apartment which was only a few blocks away. Then Sara heard a sound that made a knot in the pit of her stomach, the sound of a simpering child. Against every New Yorker's instinct firing off in her brain, Sara walked into the alleyway from which the cry came. Her gentle blue eyes snapped open in terror as she saw a tape recorder sitting on a box. Then she felt an arm wrap around her waist while another hand pressed a cloth over her mouth and nose. She smelled something sweet and inviting over the acrid smell of the cotton handkerchief. CHLOROPHORM. The word exploded in her head as she began to feel faint. Her body went limp in his arms as her mind swam in a sea of dizziness. She felt her attacker turn her around and then felt herself being hefted off the ground. She felt her belly pressing down on a man's shoulder. Her world turned black as all of the air was forced from her body.
Sara didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but she felt strangely alert as she opened her eyes again. Her jacket and shoes were gone, her blouse lay open, and her white bra unclasped in front. Her hands and feet were free and as she felt around she noticed that she lay on a very comfortable bed. A man walked to the side of the bed. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, but even more conspicuous was the black mask that he wore over his enire head. Sara smiled as he ran his fingers along the top of her skirt. Much to her amazement she didn't resist as he began to slide it down her long sexy legs. For the first time Sara realized that she had been drugged. In the back of her mind she wanted to resist him, but found herself instead helping him as he removed her blouse, then her bra, and finally her favorite pair of white lace panties. She heard his pants unzip and her eyes widened in amazement.
"i'm being raped, and I'm helping." Sara gasped as she found herself nearing orgasm.
As his face neared hers, the reporter's instinct kicked in over-riding her drugged stupor. In the midst of her unwilling, yet unresisted sexual experience Sara just had to see his face. As he finished and his face moved toward her again, Sara reached up without thinking. So intent on raping his victim, her attacker didn't notice until the mask had been pulled from his face. He leapt off the bed, pulling his pants up as he went.
"You shouldne't have don that Sara. The drug I gave you makes you unable to resist, but it enhances your memory by 200%." he said.
Sara giggled like a school girl as she looked down at the mask in her hands. Two loud cracks echoed in the room and Sara jerked wildly. Tears ran dwon her cheeks as she folded her hands over two bullet wounds in her belly. Two more loud cracks and Sara's eyes rolled back in her head as bullets slammed into her naked breasts. he threw the gun down on the bed beside Sara and picked her up. He carried her our the door of the room they were in and down a short corridor. He dropped her into a another room at the end of the corridor. She hit with a dull thud across the nude bullet riddled body of Katie Couric. Sara made a sick wet slurping noise as she slid slowly down off of Katie's body onto the floor. Beside Katie sat the partially disemboweled body of Jodi Applegate. Jodi's big blue eyes stared blankly down at her intestines lying in her lap.
"I've got to stop picking reporters. They're too nosy." the Black Knight said as he replaced his mask.