Those cops that raped that teenage girl while she was handcuffed are NOT fired. Like c’mon man a girl was handcuffed and raped in a police van and they get to turn themselves in NEXT WEEK! I know cops look out for eachother especially their Union but how can u defend these people? How does your blood not boil with rage because of what they did?
Victim number five of Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris was 16-year-old Shirley Lynette Ledford. Once she was in the van, she was bound and gagged. This time, Bittaker and Norris decided they would torture and rape her in the van as they drove along the streets. Bittaker wanted to tape record the session so they could play it for their next victim. While Norris was driving, Bittaker started torturing the young girl with a hammer and a pair of pliers. Bittaker raped and sodomized her and forced her to perform fellatio on him. He then had her speak into a tape recorder and describe for him what she had been forced to do. He said to her, “Are you sucking on my dick?” He said “Go ahead say it, ‘Dick.” Bittaker then said to her, “What are you doing?” The victim answered, “I’m sucking on your dick.” Bittaker then said, “Do you like sucking on my dick?” and the victim was forced to say, “I do, I do.” This outrageous behavior is consistent with sexual sadism and confirms that the suffering of the victim, physical and psychological, is sexually arousing to the offender. Bittaker and Norris tortured their victim without the least bit of concern or trepidation.
During these atrocious assaults, Bittaker was hitting her on the right elbow to make her scream for the tape recorder.
Below is a description and partial transcript of this tape as reported by Markman and Bosco in their book, Alone with the Devil: Famous Case of a Courtroom Psychiatrist (1989):
“Start the van,” Bittaker said. Then he slapped Shirley.
“Say something, girl, huh?” He slapped her again.
“Huh.” He struck her harder. “What do you want me to say?” Shirley asked.
“Huh, huh,” Bittaker mocked her. “Say something, girl.” Then he slapped her three times and mocked her again, “Don’t you hit me!” “Huh, huh,” Shirley moaned.
“Say something girl,” he insisted. “Ouch.” Bittaker slapped her again, and she screamed. “Say something.”
He slapped her again. “C’mon, you can scream louder than that, can’t you?” He struck her, twice more, grunting “Huh” as his blows descended on the helpless young woman.
“What’s the matter, don’t you like to scream?” He struck her repeatedly. Shirley screamed louder, and Bittaker struck her repeatedly. “Oh no!” she cried. “What’s the matter, huh, you want to try again?”
“Oh no,” she screamed. “Don’t touch me, no.” “Huh? You want to try again?” “Oh no, don’t touch me, no, don’t touch me,” she cried. “Want to try again?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”
“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me!” Bittaker slapped her hard. “Get to work, girl.” “Don’t touch me.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!”
As Shirley started to cry, Bittaker ordered her to roll over. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” Then he forced her to fellate him and describe to him what she was doing. As she obeyed his orders, he struck her and ordered her to “Scream, baby…if it hurts anytime you want to scream go ahead and scream…scream, baby, scream some more baby.”
When Shirley had trouble screaming loud enough to suit him, Bittaker fumbled through his toolbox and came up with a pair of pliers. First, he threatened Shirley with them and got her to scream more convincingly. Then he started squeezing Shirley’s nipples with the pliers.
“Is the recorder going?” he asked Norris.
“Yeah,” Norris replied. Shirley screamed. “No, no, no! Oh no!” Then she wailed in pain. “Make noise there, girl,” Norris urged as he traded places with Bittaker.
“Go ahead and scream or I’ll make you scream.” Shirley moaned unintelligibly. “Oh yeah,” Norris cheered. “Oh…” Shirley moaned in pain.
“Scream!” Norris ordered. Then he struck her on the elbow with the hammer. Shirley screamed, “I’ll scream if you stop hitting me.” Then she screamed.
“Keep it up, girl.” Shirley screamed. “Keep it up.” Shirley screamed. “More!” Shirley screamed again. “Till I say stop.” Shirley screamed, and then cried out “Oh no!” as she saw Norris going for the hammer again.
As he struck her again and again on the elbow, the young woman screamed once for all of the 25 times he struck her. At one point, she may have tried to say something, but her voice had become an unintelligible mass of pain. Bittaker asked what was going on. “I was just beating on her elbows with this hammer,”
Shirley screamed again. “What are you sniveling about?” Norris asked her. Then he started hitting her with the hammer again, and the sounds of the beating mixed with the sounds of the screaming and went on and on and on (Markman and Bosco, 1989, pp. 266–268)
This tape ended with the nonstop screaming and palpable pain of the victim, whose voice was rendered unintelligible from the strain on her throat. It should be noted that the detective assigned to this case who had to transcribe its contents had to retire on a medical due to a nervous breakdown he suffered as a direct result of this outrage. Bittaker killed her by wrapping a wire coat hanger around her throat and twisting the wire tighter around her neck with his vise grips. Bittaker decided that this time they would leave the body on someone’s front lawn to see what kind of reaction it would generate in the press.
“You learned the truth form your parents That tucked you in for your lullabies I learned the truth from the gunshots That played as my lullabies, my lullabies Like "Hush little baby, never say a word” You ain’t seen what you saw Let the pressure fade your blurs Cause while you’ll be seeing life He’ll see life times 2 Leavin’ kids fucked up for a lifetime too" - Lola Monroe