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Jolene called me the next day and told me the license plate was from a Honda Civic, so it was stolen again. From that time forward, it wasn't just vans I watched for outside of Suki's. I looked for anything out of the ordinary. Any cars I didn't see every other day I was there, I inspected more closely to see if someone was sitting inside. I didn't see my blackmailer again for ten days. This time it wasn't at Shizuko's. I was going home after posing, leaving early because Suki and Erin had some event they were attending that afternoon. As I passed a little strip mall close to home, I received a text from him.

Turn into the parking lot at the next light. Look for a red, panel truck in the lot and climb into the back. Strip. You won't need clothes for what you'll be doing next.

Fuck. Was I being followed? How the hell did he know where I was. Sure it was on the way back home, but turn in at the next light was pretty specific instructions. I called Jolene and told her.

"Shit, you're almost home. It's at least 45 minutes there if I'm lucky."

"I'll try to stall as much as I can. Please hurry."

"I'm on my way."

I turned in at the light. The parking lot wasn't large. The red panel truck stuck out like a sore thumb. I wondered if I could pretend I didn't see it. I drove past it.

Ding. New message. You just drove past it. Don't play games, Mrs. Mason. You won't like the result.

Someone was watching me. I parked the car, took a picture of the back of the truck and leaving my purse locked in the car, walked over to the truck and climbed into the back. There was a mattress thrown in the back with some sheets and a battery operated lamp. Closing the door, I started removing my clothes. My blackmailer got in behind me, tossing me another mask.

"Put this on. We're having another special guest star. Hurry."

As soon as I was naked, I put on the mask and all was blackness again. The door at the back of the truck opened and closed and footsteps approached. I heard the sound of the others getting undressed, the thin sound of zippers and clothes hitting the floor of the truck. Someone laid down on the mattress beside me.

My blackmailer said, "Mount him."

I felt around and found an erect cock. I climbed on, but was dry and he didn't slide into me easily. I felt his hand spread lube on my pussy and his cock and I slipped over him. I opened my mouth to take the cock I expected to be thrust into my mouth. Instead, a hand started spreading lube over my anus and a cock speared into my rectum, hard and fast, causing a quick intake of breath. I'd continued letting Tanner use my ass every few days, and I was used to taking his huge cock, but never with someone else in my pussy. I was packed full.

For a few moments, no one moved, and I was skewered between them, their cocks nearly touching within my body. Then my blackmailer started fucking my ass, and the one I was riding caressed my breasts and played with my clit. Once again, my body started betraying me and my arousal built. My nipples were hard and taut and I began moving over the prick in my pussy, becoming consumed with lust. I knew they could feel me moving on their cocks as they fucked me, already broken. My shame not yet complete, I started moaning as I was fucked. I should have expected how amazing it would feel to be double penetrated. My blackmailer had played with the plug in my ass while he was fucking me preparatory to taking my ass. I would never have believed it could feel this good, both cocks hard and soft, alive, filling me, fucking me. I climaxed twice as they fucked me, screaming so loudly, the one beneath me in my cunt put his hand over my mouth to quiet me down. They climaxed at almost the same time, their cocks swelling in me and filling my pussy and ass with their hot cum.

Their balls emptied, my blackmailer pulled out of my ass and when he was off me, the one on the bottom pushed me off him. I heard them getting dressed and when the one had left, my blackmailer collected my mask.

"What a fucking slut you are," he said, leaving me in the back of the truck, closing the door behind him.

I sat there in the back of the truck, crying. Several minutes later, the back of the truck opened and Jolene was standing there with her gun out and pointed inside. She saw I was alone and climbed in, closing the door behind her.

"What did he do this time?" She asked.

I couldn't stop crying enough to answer and she got on the mattress with me and held me until I'd cried myself out. Finally able to calm myself, I said, "There were two, my blackmailer in my ass and another one in my pussy. I thought you might need DNA again, so I haven't tried to clean myself up yet. They left the truck. Does that mean you can trace it?"

"I can trace it, but if they left it, I suspect it means the entire truck was stolen. If the truck is reported as found, it will probably be processed by the police and your DNA, fingerprints and everything will be all over the back of a stolen vehicle. If we don't report it, the police will eventually be knocking on your door as a suspect after it is reported, and if we report to the police, your secret is out."

I started crying some more.

"Listen, Mrs. Mason. Let me talk to the owners. I'll tell them we've found their truck and to let us handle the processing of the vehicle before we return it to them. I'll say a young woman was raped in the back of their truck and we're trying to avoid the publicity of having her name bandied about. The ones who did the raping were the thieves and if we find the rapists, they'll have their thieves. They would probably welcome not having their company associated with a rape."

"Please. I can't have this get out."

"Let me call Mauro and get his help to process the truck. I'll check with the owner of the truck and see if they'll work with us."

"Whatever you can do."

Jolene left me alone long enough to get her evidence kit and when she returned, said she'd called Mauro. He was on his way. She collected sperm samples from both my pussy and ass, then helped me clean up as best as I could and dress. Mauro got there with a bigger evidence kit and he started to process the truck. He confirmed the truck had been reported as stolen, and not from anyone who'd they gotten information on previously. Jolene called the owner and spoke to the president of the company.

"Hi, my name is Jolene Baxter and I'm with Caponero Investigations. We've found a truck you reported as stolen. I'd like to ask a favor."

She listened for a second.

"Your truck was used in another crime, a gang rape of a young woman who we represent. Due to the nature of the crime, she prefers it not be reported to the police. We are processing the vehicle for evidence and will share anything we find with you. We will remain with the vehicle until you send someone to claim it. We'd ask you not report anything due to the sensitivity of the crime. We will let the police know the vehicle has been recovered by you so they can remove it from the stolen vehicles list."

Jolene listened again.

"I understand, sir. There does not appear to be any damage to the vehicle, so I doubt you will need to submit any type of claim for damages to your insurance company. I'm sure you would not want the negative publicity if it turned out any of your employees was responsible for raping a young woman. We're trying to avoid any type of publicity whatsoever."

She listened and then gave the address where the truck could be picked up. "Thank you for your help, sir. Mr. Caponero himself will remain with the vehicle until someone gets here. Please hurry."

"They've agreed to keep the police out of it," Jolene said. "We have to let the police know the vehicle was recovered so some poor innocent driver doesn't get stopped for being in a stolen vehicle. They won't need to process the vehicle or know another crime took place, so your secret should be safe for awhile longer."

"Thank you, Jolene."

"I have to recommend we put you on full daytime surveillance, Mrs. Mason. This bastard is going to keep doing the same thing and we're never going to catch him this way. He's too fucking clever. Unless this DNA reveals more than the other one does, or the fingerprints turn up something, you're not going to be safe. DNA is only good if the person is previously entered into the database, and it doesn't seem to be the case here. The second person may be in and if we catch him, we can pressure him for the name of the other one, but I'm not hopeful. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but I can't see any other way."

"I agree. All I would ask is he's not doing it as frequently as when he started. So let's wait for six or seven days before we start. If we started today, I might run out of money before he attacks me again. It's been ten days since the last one."

"Okay. That makes sense. We'll start the surveillance one week from today."

"Please. I'll give you a schedule so you can know where I am each day and what my plans are."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mason. I feel we've let you down, but this is no ordinary asshole. I'll let you know if we get anything out of today's processing. Would you like me to come home with you?"

"No. Tanner will be home fairly soon. You can't hold my hand in the shower. I'm getting used to this."

Jolene hugged me and I left her and Mauro to finish.