The Janitor's Girl Pt. 01

This story is pure fantasy. It is not based on anyone or on any real occurrence. It just something I decided to explore. I'd appreciate any input.

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Chapter I

Rescue

It was a Friday night like any other. The stadium was packed and high school kids were everywhere, the boys showing off to the girls, the girls showing off to the boys, a few of them were even watching the football game.

As a cheerleader, Heather spent the night in front of the bleachers leading the fans in support of the home team with the rest of her squad. They were ignored by mostly everyone except for the occasional gape-mouthed teenage boy and a group of four older boys who focused their attention entirely on her.

They were all benched football players, made to sit on the sidelines for various reasons from bad grades to minor injuries. She thought they were all cute but she had eyes for only one of them. The tall, dark-haired one. He brought her soda and popcorn during halftime and teased and flirted with her every chance he got.

Lately, Heather seemed to be the center of attention for the boys though she didn't really understand why. She had no idea that she'd blossomed into a striking beauty.

Though she was young, she was two inches short of six feet tall and had the deep graceful curves of womanhood. Her tiny waist was accentuated by firm, very large, round breasts. She had big, vivid blue eyes, long dark lashes, a fine pert nose, a wide sensuous mouth with full pink lips and a flawless peaches and cream complexion. Other than her bright blue eyes, which were so vividly blue that they seemed to glow, one of her best features was her waist-length hair. It was a shimmering curtain of silvery gold that, like the silk it resembled, seemed to have a life of its own.

Yes, she was absolutely, stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful. Her delicate finely-sculpted features were an artist's dream.

Though young, her voice was low and husky, not high or raspy. She didn't talk fast or string her words together breathlessly as many teenagers did but expressed herself clearly and confidently.

Flawless features, the freshness and beauty of youth combined with intelligence, kindness, and naiveté made her irresistible... and she was completely unaware of her appeal. Less than a year before she'd been gawky, tall and shapeless, a smart dork with a pretty face and pretty hair and nothing else of notice... and she still thought of herself that way.

Heather also came from a wealthy family so she'd never felt the sting of rejection or need. She'd lived her entire life coddled and taken care of, trusting that the world was a safe and wonderful place, safe and carefree... until this fateful night.

It never occurred to her that the tall dark-haired boy had hidden motives, that his alligator smile hid an evil vile intent. To her, he was a young, handsome, and popular... and he was so funny. Naively flattered by his attention and completely oblivious to his true intentions, she readily agreed to go with him to an after-game party.

She was hesitant to go alone but somehow he talked her into it. A big winning smile, jokes and constant flattery did the job. He was one of the most popular boys in school after all and she figured this would be a good opportunity to join the cool crowd. She'd never wanted to be a part of that crowd before but the boy was so persuasive and good looking that she couldn't say no.

So, against her better judgment and common sense, half an hour after the game was over she got into a car with him and left her cheerleader friends behind -- envious and wondering where the party was and why they hadn't heard about it or been invited to it.

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Darnell Harland was ready tonight. He'd spent the day setting lights in an alley between a cluster of classrooms, the gym and a couple of large dumpsters ... the place where he'd seen the four boys raping a young girl. He got there too late for her but he wasn't going to be late tonight. He made sure the location was well lit and set up a couple of HD video cameras in different locations to record the whole thing. He knew the four thugs would be so absorbed with the girl they wouldn't notice a thing. This was their safe place, the place they knew where they wouldn't get caught. They might notice the additional lights but they'd still do their deed.

It was several weeks since the time he'd seen these four thugs raping that young white girl. Tonight, the conditions were the same ... It was a home game, it was getting late and kids were heading to their parties. Somehow, he knew they'd bring a girl here and take turns raping her, at least that's what they thought they were going to do. He'd piss in their cheerios tonight... the fucking bastards.

From one of the high school's third story windows, he had seen the four rapists taking turns sexually assaulting the young white girl. He couldn't stomach calling them either boys or men, he just thought of them as "rapists." He had immediately known what they were doing to the girl and had run as fast as he could to try to help her but he hadn't made it in time.

He ran as fast as his short legs could carry him but by the time he got there, huffing and puffing, the four rapists had redressed their victim and manhandled her back to their car and driven off. He was sure they'd threatened her and convinced her of who knows what. Probably that everything was her fault and that she needed to keep her mouth shut or else.

He knew that even if he'd gotten there sooner, he wouldn't have been able to prevent them from raping the girl. He also knew that he probably would have gotten his ass kicked pretty bad but at least he'd have seen their faces and been able to identify them in a lineup.

Hell, even if he was just the high school janitor, he would have done anything in his power to help the poor girl, regardless of what the four assholes did to him.

Back to the task at hand ... tonight things would be different.

In a place where most black men were tall, broad and athletic, Darnell was only 5 feet, 4 inches tall, 200 plus roly-poly pounds, good-natured and unthreatening. But he was strong and he did have a deep bass voice and tonight he planned on using it.

He might still get his ass kicked but it'd be worth it once the authorities saw the video he was going through so much trouble to secure. These bastards would get their just deserts then. And this time he'd keep a girl from being raped and ruined.

Three weeks ago, he had gone to the police to report what he'd seen, hoping they'd do something, but without a victim or any evidence there was nothing they could do. Their hands were completely tied.

He'd left the police station feeling completely frustrated and helpless. As he stood outside the station he'd decided that he would take matters into his own hands. Somehow he would have to catch them in the act. But how?

Catch them ... trap them ... somehow get proof of the depraved crime they're committing on innocent young girls.

I got it! He thought excitedly. I'll video tape them. I'll buy some cameras, some lights, and set them up in the same place they raped the other girl. Hell, I've got plenty of money in the bank.

He went to an electronics store on a Friday, asked a bunch of questions ... making a total nuisance of himself for several hours. He learned quite a bit about digital video cameras and ended up spending several thousand dollars on cameras, lights, mounting hardware, wires, power, several hard drives and a laptop.

Once back at the high school, he spent his entire Saturday mounting the lights and the cameras and linked them wirelessly to a laptop inside a dark storeroom where he couldn't be seen. The cameras would record directly to the hard drives and he'd be able to see everything on the laptop. He had to see what they were doing in order to time his appearance so he could put an end to this whole business once and for all. He needed to get enough video so they could incriminate themselves but he didn't want them to go too far and actually rape the girl. He hoped she would understand that he needed to capture enough video so they would never do this to any other girl again ... which meant that she would have to suffer through this ordeal.

He fired everything up and waited. He had enough video resources to record the entire night and more if he needed it, though he had a feeling that tonight he wouldn't have to wait for long.

They showed up about an hour after the game ... right when he'd expected the bastards.

The four thugs had used the girl's cheerleading uniform to tie her hands behind her back. He could see she was just wearing a sports bra and a short red and black cheerleader's skirt. Squirming and kicking, she begged them to let her go.

"Stop it. Let me go. Please, please, please! I just want to go home," she pleaded, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Why are you doing this?"

They pushed her, groped her breasts and butt and slapped her resoundingly. Laughing and prodding each other in gleeful anticipation, they threw the girl hard against one of the dumpsters, bringing a cry of pain from her lips.

Watching the laptop's monitor intently, Darnell could see that the cameras were recording every detail from several angles. The lighting was perfect, he could see and identify every individual face. Now he and the girl just had to get through this alive and intact. Whatever happened, he wasn't going to let those bastards rape her.

Crossing his fingers, he waited anxiously then remembered with a start that he had no weapon, nothing to help him defend himself and the girl.

God Damn it! Why didn't I think of that, he berated himself?

Glancing around, he remembered the janitor's closet right around the corner. He rushed to the small musty room as quickly as he could and snatched up a broom.

This'll have to do, he thought desperately.

It definitely wasn't thick or heavy enough but it would have to do... there was nothing else and he had no more time.

Flipping open his outdated cell phone, he dialed 911 and got the operator on the second ring.

"There's a girl getting raped in the alley between the gym and some classrooms at the southwest corner of Northeast High School," he told her firmly.

Leaving the cell phone on, he went back to the laptop. By now, the tall dark-haired kid, the obvious leader of the bunch, had the girl bent over while his shithead buddies held her as still as they could. He saw they had shoved her sports bra up, bunching it at her shoulders, exposing her large pale breasts. He glanced away from her quickly, not wanting to take away that little bit of her dignity ... even in his own mind. As he watched, the dark-haired thug was pushing the shorts she wore under her skirt down to her ankles and reaching to unbuckle his pants as she squirmed harder, screaming and trying desperately to break away.

That's when Darnell acted.

With an evil grin of anticipation and lust warping his handsome features, the rapist shithead pointed the short thin tool in his hand at the girl's squirming backside, ready to sink himself into her.

Darnell, with the broomstick leveled diagonally across his chest, smashed into him hard. Using his considerable weight and the built up momentum from his short run to send him flying head over heels to smash resoundingly against one of the dumpsters. The thug landed hard, the breath blasting from his lungs in a loud humph.

The other rapists stood gaping in surprise and consternation, their grip loosening on the girl for a tiny instant. A lapse she used to break their grip and scramble quickly behind Darnell where she struggled to shrug her clothes back into place.

Darnell stood, feet braced wide, waving the broomstick threateningly at the three young men standing in front of him.

Once they got over their surprise, they got angry. They crowded in front of Darnell and the girl, baying like hounds, getting in each other's way, cursing as he swung the broomstick before him and the girl, snapping it out to thwack against their reaching hands and smashing it hard against them when they tried to circle around to get behind him.

The dark-haired one, recovered, rushed him with a scream of rage, and after getting hit on the face and neck several times, snatched the broomstick from his hands and snapped it across his right knee.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, asshole!" he screamed in rage. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Quick as a striking snake, his left hand snapped out and smashed the broken stick hard onto Darnell's face, breaking his nose with a loud snap and leaving a dark diagonal welt across the length of his face.

A split second later he took a small step forward and thrust the jagged end of the stick in his right hand low into Darnell's thick round bulging abdomen, sinking it deep with a bright red flash of blood.

At the sound of sirens in the distance, the thug snapped his head quickly to the side. Darnell used that little distraction to lunge forward, snatch the piece of broomstick from the thug's left hand and, through tearing, streaming eyes, swung it hard into the thug's face. He didn't see what happened. The world was a blur but he felt it connect, but with a feeling of satisfaction, he felt and heard the punk's nose break just as his had just seconds before.

He clutched his abdomen where the stick was still jutting out of his body. He pulled it out stood swaying between the girl and their assailants, a piece of blood-smeared broomstick in each hand ... bright red blood flowing down his face and upper chest and streaming from the gaping wound in his belly.

"C'mon Motherfuckers! I still got something left! COME ON!... Where the fuck are you?" he cried hoarsely, his deep voice echoing loudly in the alley. Though he hadn't realized it, he had been screaming in rage and fear as he'd fought the four thugs and his voice was ragged and harsh.

But they were long gone. Three of them had left as soon as they saw their dark-haired friend sink the sharp stick into the black man's fat gut. To a man, they'd said "Oh, shit!' and then ran like hell to their car.

The dark-haired one had been right behind them, clutching his blood-smeared face. Yelling at them to wait for him.

There's only one thing you can count on when you're dealing with bullies and rapists, Darnell thought to himself wearily as he set his back against a wall and slid down it to fall on his wide fat rump, hand feeling the warm sticky wetness in the area below the curve of his lower gut, near his crotch. They're all cowards.

A police car and a couple of ambulances arrived several minutes later.

By this time the girl was fully dressed and, thinking quickly, put pressure on the wound in his abdomen with a rag she'd found in his pocket.

He gasped in pain as she put her weight on it then gasped again as her face came into focus just inches away.

"Jesus, girl, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed before he could catch himself.

Darnell just couldn't help but laugh. Here was by far, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life only inches from him putting all her weight onto his fat bleeding gut.

His short barking laugh quickly turned into a groan of agony as his belly's torn skin, muscles and guts burned and throbed. He contented himself with a few small chuckles.

With no more adrenaline being pumped into his bloodstream, he felt drained and empty. Only the pain was real and it was getting worse. The beautiful face floating close in front of his seemed dreamlike. There was a soft halo around her.

"Are you an angel?" he asked tiredly. "You sure look like one."

"HA! I saved an angel tonight!" he said, laughing and grunting in pain.

A pair of paramedics pushed the girl aside and began to check her out while another pair assessed Darnell's wounds. After finding that she hadn't been raped and all she had were a few bumps and bruises, the girl was given a chance to call her mom and then was led aside to talk to the police.

When the paramedics began tending to him, Darnell seemed to snap out of his daze.

"God damn, boys," Darnell grunted in satisfaction as the paramedics probed the wound on his abdomen. "I finally did something worth a damn with my miserable life. I saved that girl from getting raped by a bunch of fucking pigs."

He grunted out a few wheezy chuckles as they loaded him onto a gurney. As far as they could determine from their assessment, his wound was bad but it wasn't life threatening, though he had lost a lot of blood. He heard them call it a "penetrating trauma"... and a broken nose.

"Those fuckers ruined at least one other girl, but they weren't going to get this one," he said gleefully, still chuckling. "Now it's time for them to pay the piper. I'm fine for now. I ain't bleeding to death or nothin'. Just tell them cops to come over here, I've got some great stuff for them."

One of the police officers stood nearby with a notebook in his hand and a pen poised and ready.

Darnell told him everything. As he told his story, the girl, the police officer, and the other paramedics stopped what they were doing and came closer to listen.

As he talked, Heather went to stand by the gurney and reached down to hold his chubby black hand in her slender fingers, squeezing it in gratitude as she listened.

Minutes later the two officers were took down the cameras from where he'd hidden them. Then they watched the whole thing on his laptop.

"We'll have to take all your equipment into evidence," said one of the officers, "I'm not sure when you'll get it all back."

"Yeah, I don't really care when I get it all back, as long as I get it back," Darnell replied. He usually didn't curse but the situation just seemed to call for it. It just felt right. "It all served its purpose. Just make sure you don't fuck up the chain of evidence or whatever y'all call it. I want those fuckers to burn!"

"Don't worry, sir. You got them. We'll have them in custody soon and they're going to go to jail for a very long time," one of the officers reassured him.

By this time, more police cars arrived on the scene and after a few more rounds of questions the paramedics loaded Darnell on the ambulance.

After getting permission from her mom, Heather insisted on riding with him to the hospital. She held his hand the whole time. Her long, slender white fingers contrasting weirdly with his short, fat stubby black digits.

She was still shook up from the whole experience and she felt comforted and secure in his presence. To her, he represented safety and she didn't want to leave him.

As the ambulance swayed under her, she couldn't help but think of the contrasts in this whole situation. She looked intently at her rescuer laying on the gurney, at her white knight. He was very black and very homely. He was bald, the dull gray hair around the sides and back of his head was very long and kinky and it stuck out leaving a shining black dome on top. His face was wide and had several chins, his already large broad nose was swollen and still bleeding lightly, his ears were large and prominent, his mouth was very wide and thick-lipped and his bloodshot, watery eyes bulged somewhat.

But those eyes held her gaze. Her mother had always told her that the eyes were the windows to the soul ... and his radiated concern, kindness and compassion. Though he was in pain, she somehow knew that he was more concerned about her, she was more important to him than what was going on with him.

He smiled then, showing large, very white perfect teeth. She couldn't help but smile back at him. His smile transformed his features and, although it didn't take away his ugliness, it was contagious and pleasant ... and safe. She decided right then and there that she liked that smile very much, that it was a beautiful smile.