It all seemed to happen after the Green Lighting. All those attacks. All similar in styles. All happened at the same location, a scenic Riverfront Park next to the L University football stadium. The Park was easily the most popular jogging spot in town. The bike/jogging trail was long and well-paved, running through a small but beautiful forest to the football stadium. With the Stadium Branch Police Office close by and no history of major criminal incident, it was not uncommon to find joggers - even female joggers - exercise their calories away after dark. The Riverfront Park was considered to be a very safe place, that was, until about a weeks ago.

The jogging trail was now practically empty, even during the middle of day. In a short stretch of four days a week ago, three rapes were reported. Like most attacks, all of these incidents happened after dark. All victims reported being dragged from behind into the forest, victims struggled but were all overwhelmed by the force of their attackers. One victim described her ordeal "like wrestle with someone in a dark sea of tree leaves." The most intrigued fact was that all three victims had difficulty recall the details of their attacks afterward. According to the victims, sometime during their struggle, a thick spit-like substance were squirt onto their faces. Seconds later, the victims were drugged into a dazed state and they vaguely remembered feeling someone, or men, mercilessly raped these poor girls. One female jogger, a 19-year-old student at the University, fell unconscious completely during the attack. All regained their conscious hours later, and were able to walk to the hospital or home by themselves.....

At the point, the police didn't have any strong leads to the serial rapist or rapists at large. All joggers were advised to avoid the Riverfront Park after the dark and jogging along at any time in the Park was strongly warned against.

Cindy was new in town. Actually, she wasn't really new since she attended L University three years ago. After working in New York for a few years and hated every single second of the big city life style, she was now ready to start her life at this small college town. She needed to feel the fresh air. The tall trees. The clear river. Having just gotten off the plane few hours ago, the very first thing she wanted to do was go jogging, at her old favor spot, the Riverfront Park. She wanted to exercise her jet lag away before tonight's dinner with her old sorority sisters. Unfortunately, poor Cindy had no idea about those recent rapes.

It was almost five when she got to the park. The sun was just about to disappear into the other side of the horizon. Strange, she thought as she found no other joggers around. Her big city instinct immediately tell her that the something was wrong. This place used to be so crowded, even during this time of the day. In fact, Cindy was hoping to bump into someone she knows. Remembering how safe this place were because of the nearby police station, she didn't think much of her instinct. Besides, she thought, three years of living at a not-so-safe neighborhood in New York and nothing bad had ever happened to me, what were the odds that the lighting would strike me right now. So off Cindy went into the bike trail.

Just few minutes into her run, Cindy suddenly felt a tight grip wrapped around her waist. It happened so quickly, she jumped. Before she could react, another hand grabbed her left upper-arm, with a quick powerful jerk, pinned her left arm tight to her hip. She whimpered and tried to twist away. By some kind of reaction, she kicked backward with all her might.

Nothing! Her kick landed on nothing!

Before she had time to turn around, she felt a violent jerk from the grip around her waist and she flew backward off the trail.

She landed hard on her back, about 10 feet away from the bike trail. If it weren't for the thick branches and leaves on the ground, that fall would certainly have broken her tail bone. Now it was getting dark in the middle of the forest and she was dragged deeper into the forest. Cindy could hardly made out her surrounding. It was dark, and green, all around her. The ground was cold and damp.

Another strong hand grabbed her left calf. No, it didn't feel like an arm. It felt like a rope. A damn rope! Cindy struggled but the grip was too tight and too strong. Her tried to twist free of the grip on her waist but the grip only got tighter, and it become painful. She was wrestling with someone in the middle of tall trees and thick bush. Pitch black.

Puff!

A load of gooey substance with a awful smell hit her face. It felt like a mixture of vapor and spit-like substance. And that terrible smell! Smelled like rotten eggs mix with strong alcohol! Instantaneously, all the tight grips on her felt loosened all at once. Cindy tried to get up and run, but suddenly felt extremely dizzy. Her head was swirling and the sensation of being drunk and stoned at the same time overwhelmed her. Cindy's vision began to blur, not that it'd have make any difference since the surrounding was blinding dark.

As if the attacker used a sharp knife, her large white T-shirt, along with the sports bra underneath, was cut open in one smooth stroke. Her firm, perfectly-rounded breasts revealed completely to her attacker. A slimy cold thing, a tongue maybe, began encircling her right nipple. Dazed and confused, her nipple hardened immediately.

"No. Oh God, don't...."

While what felt like a slimy tongue was working on her right nipple, leaving circles of mucus trace along the way, Cindy felt another slimy, cold organ encircled her left nipple. It begun to suck on the right nipple. Her heart sunk as she realized that there were more than one attacker. She was horrified at the thought of being gang raped in this dark forest, yet her body was too weak and her mind too dazed to offer much struggle. She tried but was unable to scream.

The disgusting slimy semi-liquid, figured to be saliva, now covering all over both of her breasts and gradually oozed down toward her flat stomach. Her vision became even more blurry. Suddenly, Cindy felt her lower body was left off the ground. She whimpered as her neon-pink shorts was sliding down to her ankles. With a violent jerk, Cindy's white panty was tore away. Her blonde triangle and pink flesh were now exposed to the mercy of her attackers. Tears fell as the poor girl knew her worst nightmare was about to begin.

Noooo, she cried in her semi-conscious mind, please stop! Don't let them do this to me!

Still unable to put up much resistance, she felt a slimy rod begun to slide up and down the outer slits of her vagina. With each up and down rubbing motion, Cindy could sense the object that were about to enter was huge! It was bumpy but extremely slippery ; she begged for her attacker to stop. But without a word, the cock began to penetrate her defenseless cunt. Although far from being inexperienced sexually, Cindy felt the pain as the giant cock stretched her cunt to a size she hadn't experienced. Thankfully the cock was very well lubricated. In fact, it felt unnaturally slimy, as if someone had poured some type of jellylike mucus all over it. Yet the pain was so real in her half-conscious mind.

"Arrrrrrrrrgh! No. Oh, Oh, No. Please stop...." she cried in a silent scream. But the stroking only seemed to pick up some speed. In and out. In and out. Getting faster and seemingly harder with each stroke. The slimy seminal fluid dripped through her anus crack.

The poor girl couldn't believe what was happening to her. The worst part was that she couldn't offer the slightest resistance as she was being raped mercilessly between her young legs. Despite being in a drugged state, she couldn't ignored the pain and the sense of humiliation. She prayed for complete unconsciousness, for who knows how long this ordeal would last.

The endless in-and-out motion persisted for what seemed to Cindy like an eternity, accompanying by two sucking motions on her now well-lubricated breasts. Cindy no longer felt the physical pain as her cunt was now comfortably stretched to a new max. Her head continued to spin. She wanted to vomit.

"No. Please.... Stop... I.." Tears, mixing with sweats, continued to roll down her cheek. Pumping in and out, as the bumpy rod slide deeper and deeper into her vagina.

Cold! Her attacker's rod was freezing cold! Cindy felt as if she was being raped by a popsicle. A giant, slimy popsicle sliding in and out of her helpless cunt.

All of the sudden her mind went black. She got what she was praying for.

Cindy passed out in the middle of the attack.

Mimi was sitting at the end of the corner table in the crowded cafeteria, alone. Always alone. Always just her lunch and books. She was oblivious to her surroundings‹a table of football athletes with their loud talks, cheerleaders with their giggling rumors, small food fights, paper planes. A room filled with chaos. Mimi didn't have any friend at school, and she didn't seem to care. Not that Mimi was unattractive. On the contrary, she was one of the prettiest girl at L High School. Long wavy blonde hair, marble green eyes, slim legs, well developed body for her age. Boys stay away from her, not so much because of her looks, but because of her intelligent; Mimi was a exceptional bright girl.

As a sophomore, she score an 1570 on her SAT, highest mark even achieved in the history of L High. Although only a junior, there was very little doubt as to who was to be the valedictorian of next year's graduating class. No one even came close in terms of scholastic achievements. Half of her classes were APs and the other half at L University, all upper divisions. But it was not all brain that intimidated the boys, Mimi's attitude hadn't won her any popularity contest either. She was known to be cold and arrogant. Consequently, she was stuck with the nickname "Ice Queen of Harvard" but didn't seem to mind it at all. The teenager had only one goal right now.

Harvard.

Across from Mimi was the usual Journalist Club table. Six or seven of them always sit in the same spot, chatting about the news and th P the rape last night?" asked Bobby, the skinny senior editor.

"Shit, no way, another one?"

"Yeah, fourth one in only one week," replied Bobby. "Pretty scary, eh?"

"I haven't heard anything," Wendy the redhead said. "You're sure about that?"

"Of course! I overheard my dad and my brothers talked about it late last night, down in the living room," continued Bobby, "the cops are keeping it tight for now."

Bobby's father and two older brothers are policemen.

"And get this," he went on, "the cops think it's the same guy, they all took place at the Riverfront Park....."

"Same place?" Wendy interrupted him. "Someone actually went there, after all those attacks last week?"

"Well yeah, apparently," replied Bobby, "she just moved here and didn't know about that. Talking about bad luck. Anyway, get this, they checked her at the hospital last night, and you know what? They didn't find anything. I mean there was cuts and bloods and other stuffs, but everything they could find was from the victim. Nothing from the attacker. No blood or sperm or anything."

"Hey, maybe he practices safe sex," giggled Jake, the fat and obnoxious junior. Wendy frowned in disgust.

"No, I'm serious. They said the attack scene was pretty fucked-up. Lots of signs of struggle, you know. But no finger prints or any other hard evidence. It's pretty amazing that so far no hard evidence, you know, like little personal articles that the attackers might have accidentally dropped during the attack, are found in all these rapes......"

"I know," interrupted Wendy again, "my parents are so afraid, they wouldn't let me go anywhere near the Park, not even when I'm with a whole bunch of people."

"Don't worry about it," said Jake, "no one would want to attack YOU anyway."

"Oh, shut up!" Wendy snapped.

"Hey c'mon guys," continued Bobby, "there is more. Anyway, my brothers were saying that don't you think it's such a coincident that all these attacks happened after that Green Lighting thing? Some people in the station actually think there is a connection."

"I saw it, that Green Lighting," a freshman boy jumped in. "I was there at the stadium that night with my dad. Everyone at the game saw it. We all thought it was some kinda fire work show at first, but it was such a weird timing because it happened during the play, not at half time, you know what I'm saying? It was pretty awesome, though, like a lighting thunder except it's bright green and no sound, and it went on for at least 20 seconds....."

"Oh, oh, I know why," said Jake, giggling to himself. "Must be some alien ship landed at the Park, looking for young earth females to fulfill their sexual fantasies."

Jake tiled his chair backward, turning his head toward the table behind. "So what ya think, Miss Harvard?"

Mimi gave him a dirty look and ignored his question. Who cares, Mimi thought, it was the victim's stupid fault for being there at the first place anyway. Besides, Mimi knew she had more important thing to worry about, such as her new job at the lab, starting next week at L University. She was anxious about this job because she knew she needs to impress the professor. Despite her awesome scholastic records, Mimi was worried about her goal. Her grades and SAT score were certainly good enough for Harvard, but she didn't have much other extracurricular involvement to show, and that made her very insecure. She knew she needed some connections.

She knew about Professor Thurlington at L University for a long time. A Harvard Ph. D, famous for his brilliant researches and his self-righteous arrogance. He was well connected with his alma mater and guest lectured there often. Mimi knew that one letter from him would top ten varsity letters at school for the ticket to Harvard. After more than a year of pestering, Professor finally gave in and let the high school teen work at his lab. Mimi knew there was now only one thing left to do: she needs to impress him. She needs his letter of recommendation.

Sara Thurlington didn't like the fact that Thomas, her cocky husband, was going jogging at the Park this morning. It was one of his daily routine. But she knew she couldn't change his mind once her husband decided to do something, in fact, nobody could. It was such a dominating personality that Sara found so attractive when they were younger, but now, 12 long years later, she faced a almost daily struggle of whether she had reach her maximum level of tolerance toward this arrogant human being.

Still, Sara cared about her husband. She still worried for him. But it made her eased by the fact that her husband had a jogging partner, not just any partner, but Sheriff Jackson. If he was going to put yourself in danger, Sara thought, what would be better than having a partner like the police sheriff to go with you.

"A Biology professor and a sheriff. What an odd couple," she sighed.

Both men stopped jogging when the dog suddenly barked furiously toward the bush, decorated with the yellow "DO NOT TRESPASS" police warning ribbons.

"Hey easy girl! Easy!" shouted Sheriff Jackson, trying to control his dog. But the barking continued.

"What's going on, Nate? What's up with your dog?" asked Professor Thurlington.

"Got me. She usually doesn't go this crazy, unless," replied the Sheriff, "she found drugs or bombs; she is trained to sniff out these stuffs."

"Hum. Say, so here is it, huh, the attack two nights ago," the Professor said. "Way to be discrete about the whole case, buddy. With all these yellow ropes, I'd have never guessed it.."

"Well, we were going to try to keep it quiet. Didn't want to start a chaos or any sort. But you know those TV people, they somehow got the leak and.. well, you know the rest. But we did manage to comb the whole place pretty well yesterday, though."

Seeing her master was ignoring her barking, the dog calmed down somewhat. Three of them crossed the yellow ribbons into the forest.

"So what did you guys find?" asked the Professor, surveying the scene.

"Nothing useful really," the Sheriff said. "No a damn thing! All the blood and fluid samples matched only to the victim. No semen. Nothing. As you can see, there is a pretty clear sign of struggling here, but we can't find a damn footprint or finger print, or any other suspicious materials. All materials we gathered belong to the victim. This is one clever son of bitch we are dealing with, I'm telling you."

While he was looking around, the Professor saw the dog sniffing at some small mashed green leave pile. He came closer and saw a small, almost seaweed-like, green plant on the top of the leaf pile the dog was sniffing at.

He picked it up and shook the dead leaves off, examining more closely at this volleyball-size plant. It seemed to be dying with shriveled outer seaweed-like leaves, a muddy soft ball shaped root (at least it looked like its root), and a flower that resembled very closely to that of a Venus Fly Trap.

"Yo, Doc, what you got there?"

"I'm.. not... sure... I'm not sure, if I've seen a plant like this before." Professor Thurlington sounded almost excited.

To Be Continued