Perfect - a collaboration between brokenwing and seeker

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Chapter 6

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June 29, The previous year.
BFFs,

Everything changed, for the better after the fireworks.

Yes I still had to be in the pool before the sun was fully in the sky but all the pressure to compete and to win was gone. I still had to do what the other Dwarf Seahorses had to do but the coaches weren't on my ass pushing me to swim harder and faster.

But that wasn't the biggest change. Suddenly everything with SeaSnake felt different. From the first time after the fireworks that he paired with me for stretching it felt so different. His touch sent chill bumps down my back and wherever his fingers made contact. It felt so different and even when my muscles were tight and it hurt to stretch I couldn't help notice his strength and how solid his body felt. Self-confidence bubbled out of him.

Before that day SeaSnake stretching me out just felt like work, painful and strangely like punishment for not being more limber. But for the first time I wasn't counting down the seconds till how much longer my muscle had to ache, instead I bit my bottom lip and took the stretching as long as I could stand it. It felt so strange to look up at him stretching my leg and my ankle almost by my ear. I of course knew he was strong but it just felt different this time and definitely, I don't know, somehow sensual.

Before the fireworks when we were around the pool it was normal for Jake to put his hands on my shoulders or a hand on my back and even once in a while around my waist and he did the same with all the female team members.

But after that day even though the touching seemed the same it felt different.

The way he looked at me felt different too. Either I'm nutty...hey not fair...I'm not fully nutty...well okay partly nutty, but I'm pretty sure when I caught him looking at me he was smiling more than normal.

Within a few days he caught me even more by surprise when one day at lunch time as I was walking past him to sit down at a table he stopped me, took my tray and set it down next to his on the table then put his hands on my hips and pulled me on his lap, "My favorite little Dwarf Seahorse."

I also started seeing him more often in my dorm room. For a while I had my feelings hurt that I didn't have a roommate. It made me question if I had offended my team members in some way. But even though the fireworks had ended the sparks had not diminished and my room became a nice place for privacy.

The rest of the structure of swim camp hadn't changed. I continued to be stretched by other trainers and coaches They continued the daily weigh ins, the dining hall provided us the food the staff picked for us and I was still on the vitamins and minerals that the nutrition team selected.

But none of that mattered, the intense pressure to win was lifted and Coach SeaSnake was so different.

I never would have believed the power of kissing but everything changed on the evening of the fireworks.


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Chapter 6

Friday 4:26pm

“Ahhh. Little Miss Perfect’s here.” A deep gravelly voice from the direction of the door. “She tight as we expected, Boss?”

Ruby couldn’t see this new man, but for a millisecond she thought he might help. Her heart leapt with hope, which was instantly dashed by his words.

Then he came into view. A short muscled black guy, shaved head with a goatee and a lustful glint in his eye. Standing beside Julio, who was studiously recording her savage fucking. Taking close ups of her pained expression, before panning back to take in her shuddering body being impaled by Joe.

“Yeah… Hot and tight.” Joe panted behind her, the exertion of fucking her taking its toll. “She’s… going to… make a fine… party treat… this weekend.”

Joe’s cock was drilling really deep now as he pulled her onto him, his pelvis slapping her backside with every stroke and her hair feeling as if it was being pulled out at the roots. She could hear herself grunting with pain every time he bottomed out against her cervix.

“Nnngh… Nnngh… Nnngh… Nnngh… Nnngh…” The only sound she could make in response to their banter.

She had never imagined sex or even rape with a man could be like this, so primal and brutal. No love or even emotion just a physical act she could hardly believe would be called sex. Purely, him demonstrating his strength and power over her.

Her body was flailing around like a rag doll yet at the same time it felt like instinctively her body needed to move in response to her rapist's movements, and the pain. Her hands were gripping the sofa as if she were trying to steady herself for him. Her back arched as much as it could as if she were working to keep her hips high for him. Every muscle in her legs was fully engaged and she was pushed up on her toes as if she were wearing her highest heels.

Even though her body did this subconsciously that didn't take away the shame.

“That’s some Grade-A pussy, man.”

A fourth unseen guy with a Latino accent came up beside her and took a handful of breast flesh, groping it as if testing an orange. He pinched the skin and slapped the hanging melon hard.

The sharp pain causing her to groan “Owww… please don’t… it hurts.”

Ruby couldn’t believe that men could be so heartless. Discussing her as if she were no more than a piece of furniture. She was mortified by their spiteful words and brutal actions, but a numbness was creeping through her body and mind with the shock of her rape.

“Hey boss. You mind if I shut the bitch up?”

The black guy was unbuttoning his trousers, right there in front of her face. She glanced up at him through tear-filled eyes, hoping for any sign of mercy. But he wasn’t even looking at her. Rather he was looking over her back, waiting for Joe’s approval.

“Sure Drake… about to… drop a load… in the cunt.” Joe’s breathless response, while his tempo and vigor increased towards his climax.

Her sudden panic at the thought of him cumming in her unprotected sex. The realization of the consequences overwhelming any thought of the half-naked man in front of her.

“Please don’t... not inside… pregnant…”

The hand in her hair prevented her from turning her head to see if Joe had even acknowledged her grunted plea, but his continued pounding told her the answer.

The black man’s shoes and trousers were already off. Followed by his boxers, revealing a sizable black organ hanging semi-turgid, veined and purple from a nest of wiry black hairs around his crotch. She’d never seen a black man naked before, and the reality of the situation brought her very much into the present.

“Shut up and take it. My baby batter’s going deep in your cunt, bitch.” Grunted out with his exertion.

She tried to get away, kicking and clawing at the couch, but his grip was too strong. All she did was add to the sensations as she writhed and clenched on his embedded spike. And unintentionally moved her face closer to Drake’s crotch. He had scooted forward to sit on the arm of the couch, one leg up on the seat, the other spread wide with a foot on the floor, a hand on the base of his pole. Only inches in front of her.

“An’ you gonna swallow this here black mamba.”

She tried to turn her face away, but Joe’s hand in her hair kept her focus on the intimidating cock.

“Nooo… don’t… want… to…”

Drake wagged his dick like a weapon, with obvious pride, shifting closer to her mouth.

“Open wide. All ya white sluts want the black cock.”

Ruby was looking in horror at the slab of dark meat, when she heard Joe bellow behind her and a warm seeping sensation deep in her belly as he spilt his load. Holding himself hard against her to gain the greatest traction and depth, wanting his cum to wash her womb with its virile seed.

“Noooooooooo!!!”

A heartrending cry of despair, that only amused the pitiless men surrounding her. As Joe withdrew, she felt a trickle of goo ooze out of her vagina, drip down her vulva and onto her inner thigh. But she had no time to think about that because Drake grabbed and twisted her head by the hair, making her look up at him with wide distraught eyes.

“You betta suck me good bitch.” The gravel voice taking on a threatening tone to match the intimidating spear that he was waving around in front of her face. “No teeth, else you’ll lose ‘em. One-by-one!”

She could smell the musky odor of his crotch and almost retched. But that was not as bad as the image of a wrinkled brown ball sac, hanging underneath the hardening shaft, topped by a purple-black mushroom head, the slit already leaking pre-cum. And he expected her to put it in her mouth.

She tried to push away, mumbling and shaking her head, “Please… I can’t…”

Drake wasn’t going to tolerate any defiance and pulled her face towards his cock, her spindly body no match for his muscular arms. So that he could slap it on her cheek “Thwack.” A meaty blunt club hitting her three times before he jabbed her nose and then her eye socket. Precum smeared on her eyelid, making it sting and gum up with her tears.

“Open your fucking whore mouth!”

Prodding the blunt head against her lips, then mashing them with increasing force. She didn’t want it in her, so she resolutely clenched her jaw. A temporary show of resistance, but one that wouldn’t last long.

“Nnnn…mmmm…Nnnmm”

She was so focused on the man in front of her that she had not noticed a shift in weight behind her, nor the hand on her hip. But she did notice the sudden ferocious intrusion of a hard prick into her love canal.

“Gonna split your tight little hole.” The words from the fourth man coming from somewhere behind her.

Despite the lubrication that Joe had left, this cock was fatter than Joe’s and stretched her uncomfortably wide. It felt like a bottle was being forced into her delicate place.

“Aaaaahhhhh… Gghhhkk”

Which was just the thing Drake wanted, because he plunged his own member into her open mouth, cutting off the cry as the head hit the back of her throat. Causing her to gag and cough around the intruder. Her eyes grew even wider at the shock of her double penetration, spitted on their manhood at each end.

“Hmmm… Just like that whore. Gobble my joystick.”

In her wildest dreams or nightmares she never could have imagined worse. Not only had that brute raped her and then cum inside her, but it wasn't over. She was horrified at the idea of the black man forcing her to suck his cock but she never even considered a second man would rape her immediately after the first finished. The words, "Just like that whore..." seemed to echo in her mind as the two men had just started to use her exhausted sore body.

Drake and Jose were Joe’s bouncers at his main club. They were accustomed to using the strippers and thoroughly enjoyed disciplining the girls when required. The women were expected to whore themselves for VIP patrons but sometimes required a bit of persuasion to do whatever extra or unusual was required to please a customer. Often with a brutal gang-bang to keep them in their place. Not rape in their minds, but rather the enforcement of club rules and street justice.

Jose was a tough old gangster, having been an enforcer for crime bosses and now enjoying semi-retirement at Joe’s club. His grizzled pockmarked face and tousled hair, combined with the tattoos on his muscled neck and arms, gave him a fearsome look that was backed by a reputation for violence. He’d taken a liking to Drake when the younger man had started five years earlier, especially when they discovered a mutual satisfaction in beating on problem patrons and an enjoyment of defiling young girls.

It was this trait that had made them the obvious choice to accompany Joe on this little venture and had ensured that they jumped at the opportunity when Joe had told them the purpose and target of the rape-fest they were just beginning.

The two men particularly liked working in tandem to spit-roast the unfortunate female that was the target of their attention and relished being able to do whatever they pleased. Acts that no girlfriend would tolerate, done to the strippers with impunity. Things that Ruby had never imagined and would definitely not have thought possible in any other circumstance. But unfortunately, she was going to learn many things that she would previously never have dreamed of.

“Yeah. That’s it… Now swallow it, bitch.” Drake groaned in pleasure as he pushed in six inches of the eight that he wanted to embed in her oral cavity.

The cock forced so deep past her gag reflex. Far deeper than any blowjob she had given a boyfriend. Every part of her throat, face, jaws and cheeks ached as the black man's cock fucked her face like she'd never imagined.

“Fuck you a useless cocksucker.” Drake pushed her head down even harder.

Ruby felt like her jaw would break, her mouth was open so wide to try not to let her teeth touch his pulsating shaft. She couldn’t shake the thought that he would pull out her teeth if she didn’t. She had a deep-seated fear of dentists and the idea that he had planted in her brain terrified her and consumed her as his shaft enjoyed the soft wet cavity that she was making for him.

“Use that tongue. What’dya think it was made for?” Accompanied by a hard slap, cutting her inside cheek on her open teeth and causing a red blossoming on the side of her face. “Answer me, bitch. You gonna be a better cocksucker?”

Her cheek was burning and she could taste the metallic hint of blood. Ruby could not fathom more pain. She was trying so hard. And still it wasn’t good enough. She wasn’t very experienced with blowjobs, and usually they were gentle loving affairs and her boyfriends were grateful. This wasn’t one of those, it was vicious, demeaning, brutal. And she was petrified about what was happening to her and what could happen to her if they were unsatisfied.

“Ethhh... ahh… iuww.” Indecipherable response around the blockage, but it seemed to satisfy the man embedded in her mouth, because he laughed.

“Good whore. Get to it.”

So, she tried even harder, rubbing her tongue on the underside of the shaft as if she was trying to polish it. Even though there was no room in her mouth, its girth pressing against her palate and squashing her tongue into her jaw. Somehow managing to focus on pleasing the cruel man in her mouth at least for a moment she almost forgot she was being raped by a second man.

“Ggghhhkkk... Ggghhhkkk... Ggghhhkkk...” Horrendous gagging sounds in her throat, hardly heard, except in her head. It felt like the sounds were amplified and echoed inside her, because they couldn’t get out.

She was still perched on the couch on her hands and knees, which allowed the two men to rock her back and forth between them.

“Use your fucking whore hole.”

The three slaps on her backside reminding her that another man was abusing her vagina. She’d been so focused on the man in her mouth and not angering him, that she’d almost forgotten the ache between her legs as the other man pounded her.

“You better start clenching like a good puta. Or maybe I should try this hole. He?” She felt the unfamiliar sensation of his thumb circling her anus, pushing the crinkled star in but not penetrating. Yet...

That thought was almost as bad as losing her teeth. She’d once seen anal sex on porn, and it looked like agony for the girl. One of the girls at college had confirmed this and Ruby never wanted to experience that. Anything but that. So, like the cowed plaything she was becoming, she tried to do what he wanted. Squeezing him as he used her, trying to appease him and make him finish, despite the shame and discomfort.

It was surreal that her body was somehow still taking all this abuse, but somehow, she managed to find the strength to clench the thick cock inside her.

“That’s better. You might just make a useful fucktoy. With a bit more training.”

How had it come to this? Being taunted and degraded in her own home. She just had to survive and this would be over. Do what they wanted, and then they would leave. And she could go back to her life. Right?

That is after getting all these bastards locked up. Her father would make sure of it, of that there was no doubt. That thought gave her the strength to carry on, despite everything. Like daddy said, she was a Bell and they were bred tough.

“SPLAT… SPLAT… SPLAT…” The sound of his pelvis slapping against her backside, sending shockwaves through the flesh.

“Haha... Julio, you need to catch this. Check her butt wobbling.”

She felt her face go red at his comment, because she could just imagine them watching her bottom jiggling on each impact. It was so unfair. She tried to keep trim and toned. Why was she even thinking that? They were the rapists. They didn’t have to look. Nor do this to her. Worse of all she couldn't help imagining her mother looking to see if her flesh was wobbling.

Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes, dripping one-by-one down her pretty face, down to her pouty lips that were still stretched around the black shaft driving into her mouth.

“SPLAT… Ggghhhkkk… SPLAT… Ggghhhkkk… SPLAT… Ggghhhkkk…” The sounds of rough sex was all that could be heard and once again her body moved in the controlled rhythm.

Every time the man behind her thrust into her depths, she was forced onto the cock in front, almost pushing it down her throat. Saliva built up and overflowed, drooling down her chin and onto his balls. Blending with her tears, turning the beautiful girl into a sloppy mess.

Drake was really trying to get his dick into her throat, to embed the fat tip in her gullet. But he couldn’t seem to fit, despite his best efforts and her choking swallowing response.

“Hey Jose. I wanna flip her over. The bitch ain’t cooperating” Drake said to the man pummeling her sex.

A moment later she found herself on her back, head over the arm of the couch, back arched and her legs held up by the tights that had been pulled down to her ankles. Being fucked senseless by old Jose at one end while Drake fed his long black hose into her mouth at the other. The position and angle opened her throat so he could slide the mushroom head into her spasming esophagus.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Drake crooned as he achieved his objective.

She thought she was going to die every time he plunged in and blocked her airway, thrusting with short hard strokes to stay inside, the bulge apparent in her neck as his cock stretched her out. Then giving her a moment’s respite as he pulled out and she dragged desperately needed air into her burning lungs before he again plugged her throat for his pleasure. She had all but forgotten that the number of sex partners she’d ever had inside her vagina had tripled in less than an hour.

She was terrified she'd pass out and die from lack of breathing. She had no idea how much oral and vaginal sex these men had had and knew how not to kill their victim. It was mind numbing how little time passed when they flipped her onto her back before things started to feel consistent and steady. It horrified her that she seemed to reposition her arms and legs in a way that allowed each man to most effectively use her body. She didn't realize that they guided her limbs into the right position from experience. And once again their bodies all seemed to be moving in sync.

“I didn’t tell you to stop using your twat.” A slap on her thigh to remind her of her duty.

Spittle and saliva flowed out of her mouth and over her cheeks and nose, gumming her eyes shut, so she could no longer see. The removal of her sight only accentuated her other senses, the horrendous smell of his crotch, the gagging and slapping sounds of their penetrations of her holes, the pain of the stretching of her muscles, joined by the unwanted attention her breasts were getting from the cruel men.

“Hey, Julio... Get a load of this. Neck bulge.”

Whenever she forgot that her ordeal was being captured on video, they reminded her. And her desolation increased ten-fold. What were they going to do with it? They were raping her now. Why would they want a record that would incriminate them? It didn’t make sense, but then nothing made sense to the naïve teenager with the perfect life.

Orifices stretched at each end, she began to lose focus. The pain and horror of her ordeal overpowering her senses and her consciousness. She just wished she could faint to blackness, like she had when Julio had squeezed her neck. But there was no escape and she just lay there helplessly, back arched over the arm, being abused by two men she had not known existed an hour earlier. She hated how long her mind went without thought as she just heard, smelled, tasted and felt the things the men were doing to her. Even the squeezing of her breasts felt in rhythm with the cocks in her mouth and pussy.

And all the while Julio continued filming the ordeal. Capturing the euphoric expression on Drake’s face when he thrust balls deep into Ruby’s mouth. Smothering her nose with his balls - although breathing through it was the last thing that she was able to do at that moment - to deposit his thick jism directly into her throat.

She instinctively swallowed it into her stomach and succeeded in milking the last few drops from his quivering organ. Something she'd never even come close to doing for a boyfriend. But she felt her throat swallow over and over to avoid drowning in his thick semen, until there was nothing else to escape.

Then filming Ruby’s utter degradation as she coughed and spluttered, retching cum and saliva all over her glazed face, all the while shuddering under the sustained onslaught of Jose in her other hole. And to add to her misery, Drake used his deflating organ to wipe the residual cum across her face and back into her mouth.

“Swallow that down. Don’t waste none of Drake’s special protein shake.” As he laughed derisively.

Panning across her slap and pinch reddened tits, down her flat stomach to the fat dick that was hammering her stretched quim.

A pleased growl “Uhg take it, slut… Fuck I love teenage pussy.”

Accompanied by pathetically pawing hands and a tearful whimper “Please... don’t...”

Julio also caught the moment Jose released his baby batter into the unfortunate teen’s unprotected pussy. He could tell by the thrusts slowing and pushing pelvis to pelvis holding there a few seconds, before doing it a few more times.

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Michelle's Story


I decided to embed this story within the broader text, rather than as a stand alone story, because it is fundamentally a part of this broader story.

I found this challenging to write but just had to get it out. I needed to write something gritty and real. It has an emotional dimension that may trigger some, so please be warned. It was inspired by my then collaboration with brokenwing and I need to recognise her impact on my writing of this story.

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It was clear what they intended. Stripping me and making me play with myself wasn’t just a casual distraction for the men who had invaded my home. It was the prelude…

They were going to rape me. It was inevitable and there was nothing I could do about it. That realisation made me want to vomit. I’d heard first-hand what it was like to be raped, from a friend… I knew a bit of what I could expect, had an idea of how it might feel, the impact it would have on me… and that frightened me more than anything else.

It was the previous year. The day after the final football match of the season. Our team had a winning year and won the district championship. I had watched the match and rolled my eyes at my best friend Janie’s antics on the side lines.

As deputy cheer captain, she was every bit the exhibitionist, flaunting and prancing through her routines, loving being the centre of attention. Secretly I wished I had just a little bit of her confidence, the self-assurance that she had in her own body.

But it was Janie’s sister who stole the show. Tall, lanky and athletic, the cheer captain that every team dreamed about. Michelle, beautiful, caring and approachable, the homecoming queen with the same genetics as Janie, and something more. The two sisters had been born eleven months apart and while they seemed like twins, it was clear who was older. Michelle was 18 and was off to college in the fall.

Things seemed to come easy for the two sisters. But I knew better. Janie had experienced the heartache of the younger sister trying to be seen, to get out from under her older sister’s shadow. Having to try that much harder to succeed, while Michelle seemed to breeze though everything.

At the tailgate party after the match, I had watched the two sisters with a bit of envy. The soul of the party, everyone fawning over them. In stark contrast to the losing side on the other side of the field. Particularly the four men who were sullenly barbequing just out of the light and glancing towards the winning team's joyful antics…

I went home early, leaving the party to the jocks and the cheerleaders, feeling tired and a little left out…

The day after the big match Janie had missed school. That was a red flag if ever there was one... She never missed a day of class and while the teachers put it down to a stomach bug, I knew better. I rushed over to my friend’s house once I was released from the endless tirade of tired teachers imparting useless knowledge to uninterested students.

Janie opened the door with red-rimmed eyes, obviously having been crying her heart out. I just hugged her, wanting to squeeze whatever pain she was feeling out of her young body, believing there was nothing so bad that a good hug couldn’t make it better…

“They raped her…” Janie broke down, sobbing in my arms. “Four of them… over and over… she couldn’t do anything… she tried, but they were too strong… too many…”

I stood there shellshocked, as if under enemy fire. Not able to comprehend the situation, not processing the information… saying nothing…

“Those fucking bastards raped her and they’re going to do nothing…” Janie screamed at me, trying to get me to respond, despite being frozen in shock and horror.

“What? No… where is she?” My cognitive cogs slowly moved into action. “Is she here?”

Janie had teased her older sister mercilessly as they grew up, about her obsession with diets and fashion, despite her tendency to eat too much and put on weight. I had joined in, like a jackal snipping at her heels while Janie took hefty chunks out of the older girl. But it was all in good spirit, and while she pretended to hate us, she gave as good as she got. But she was still Janie’s sister, and that meant something…

“Yes, she’s upstairs.” Janie replied in a hushed tone. “Mum and Dad are away, but she told them that she fell down the stadium stairs. It’s such a load of shit…”

Recollections of shadows in the night, those four men wandering around with no apparent reason. I had to ask, “Was it at the tailgate party?”

“Yes… why? D’you know something?” A spark of fury in Janie’s eyes.

“I don’t know. I saw…” I didn’t know what I’d seen, maybe something, maybe shadows, maybe nothing…

“You have to tell Mich. Whatever… Please…” A tone I’d never expected from my friend, desperate and despairing.

“Okay, but I don’t know…”

I’m not sure why, but we crept up the stairs as if not wanting to face where we were going, until we were outside Michelle’s room. We looked timidly at each other, and then Janie knocked gently and opened the door.

The room was dark, curtains drawn to allow a murky reflection of the bright sunlight outside. Michelle was lying under the covers, sheet and duvet drawn up to her neck as if to ward off any evil, despite the sultry heat.

“Hi Mich…” I ventured, not knowing what to say.

“What d’you want?” Michelle murmured, without opening her eyes. “I just want to be left alone…” She pulled the duvet up over her head.

“She thinks she saw something. She’s not sure, but… maybe hear her out.” Janie’s voice had taken on the most tender tenor I’d ever heard, desperate, pleading and vulnerable, all at the same time.

“What’s up, squirt?” The same-old hard-assed Michelle. For a moment I thought about getting out, to just leave... I didn’t need this… it was too much stress… until the look in my friend’s eye made me pause, to see the situation for what it was. Three girls trying to make their way in a fucked-up world, each in their own way…

“There were four guys. Hanging out by the toilets.” I timidly recalled. “They looked at me weirdly and then went back to their truck. I remember the license number… you know my photographic memory and all…”

I heard a quiet sob from beneath the duvet, but nothing more… Janie had her hand on her sister’s shoulder, gently stroking it with her thumb. But her eyes bored into mine, without saying a word, willing me to stay, but too naïve and confused to know what to do.

“There were four of them…” Michelle’s quiet voice emerged from beneath the duvet, no face or eyes, just a disembodied voice. “I had a couple of beers and had a nice buzz on, so I needed the bathroom… left the party and went to the stadium changeroom.”

I was shocked that Michelle had drunk alcohol, since she was only a high-school senior, but I said nothing, particularly as Janie frowned at me with a meaningful look.

“When I was finishing… they were there, buffs pulled up over their faces… they barged into the stall while I was still sitting on the toilette… I realised they had tape… fat sticky tape quickly slapped over my mouth… and around my wrists behind my back… as if they had done this before… I tried to call out for help, but I couldn’t make a sound…

“They dragged me out of the locker room with my briefs and panties around my knees. I hated it, but they didn’t seem to care or even notice… at least then.” I heard a quiet sob from under the covers at that last revelation. I wanted to run from this awful account, but Janie’s eyes locked on mine like a hypnotist, seeming to hold me and not let me free.

“I felt like a piece of meat, being pulled along… I tried to resist… I really did… I think I managed to kick one of them, but he hit me so hard in the side that I thought he’d burst my spleen or my kidneys…” there was a brief silence with a deep intake of air before the narrative resumed.

“They dragged me to a field, behind the stadium… two of them, one on each arm… I tried to walk or at least stumble, but they didn’t care… I felt like a feather being tossed around… I was nothing to them… just a bag of bones and flesh… and then they dropped me in the dirt, face down…

“The taste of dirt even through the tape over my mouth… I don’t know how, but it made me feel like an animal… which I guess I was to them… they called me all sorts of names, bitch, slut, whore, and more… none of that meant anything to me until one of them ripped my briefs and panties off… pulling my hips up to meet his and stuck himself into me…

“The crickets were chirping as if nothing was happening… I recall thinking that they usually stopped when there’s activity… but then maybe what was happening to me didn’t matter… that the threat was not to them… so they carried on oblivious to my pain…

“A bright light was stuck in my face… I didn’t know why until one of them gloated about the amazing video that he was capturing… for their ‘collection’… then I realised it was his phone camera… the thought that he was filming me made me feel much worse… if that’s even possible…

“He told me then that I wasn’t a Belvedere cheerleader anymore… that I was a Red Tiger slut, their cum dump… and this was revenge for the limp dick team that had stolen the championship from them… that was when I got really scared… I’d heard about team revenge rape and it never ended well… at least for the cheerleader…

“That first guy smashed my face into the dirt for ages… I don’t know for how long, but it hurt… everywhere… my shoulders were wrenched back and twisted by the tape on my wrists… he even used my arms as a lever to push in harder… he wasn’t as big as he claimed, but without lubrication it felt like he was taking a chainsaw to my innards…

“Just breathing was hard with my face full of grass and dirt, my nose embedded in the soft earth… I remember thinking that I was lucky that it was soft… that if it was hard, it would graze my cheeks and leave permanent scars…

“There was no respite after he came, because the second and the third and the fourth guy stuck themselves into me… I couldn’t stop them… I tried… I really did… kicking out and trying to scratch them with my hands… but they just laughed and hit me… it made no difference…

“Each of them stretching me and taking me in every possible position… thrusting in different ways and speeds, but all with the same result… at least the first guy’s cum made me slippery… but it didn’t make it easier… it just hurt so bad…

“I couldn’t even scream… everything bottled up inside like I would explode… no one even knew I was there… the tape made breathing hard… but they didn’t care… what I thought or felt didn’t matter to those monsters…

“The look of hate in their eyes… all that was visible above their masks… I’ll never forget it… cold and merciless, like I was nothing… no humanity… no pity… just raging lust… and loathing… like I had actually done something bad to them…

For the first time, Michelle looked out from under the bedsheets, her cheek bruised, and her lips split as if she had been in a boxing match. Such a look of sadness, like a lost little girl in a world that didn’t make sense. I wanted to burst into tears, right there. But I managed to be strong and stared back at her, hoping that my expression portrayed what I felt, that I really cared, that I was there for her and that no one should ever have to experience what she did… EVER!

“They told me that they wanted to destroy me… that I was what they despised… while they stuck themselves into me over and over… I can’t tell you how much it hurt… both their battering and their words, but I wanted to be strong for our team… to not let them break me…

She sighed as she continued, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. “After a long time, they pulled the tape off my mouth… it was really sore… I was too tired to scream by then… and there was no one around to hear me anyway… not on that side of campus… they told me to say awful things to the camera… I resisted for a while, telling them that they were fuckers and bastards and that they would rot in hell…

“I’m not sure what did it… if it was the second round that they raped me, making my vagina feel like it was being rubbed raw with sandpaper, aching so bad deep inside… or if it was the way they punched me in the stomach and back causing me to feel like I was bleeding from the inside… or whether it was the way they bent my legs and arms, like they wanted to break me… or if it was how they pinched and tore at my breasts as if they wanted to pull them off… or whether it was when they slapped my face so hard that I felt like the world had exploded and I lost consciousness… not long enough for any reprieve, but enough for them to be so angry that they started the cycle of abuse all over again…

“But eventually I gave in and told them what they wanted… looking into that bright light… that Belvedere were losers… and that I was a Red Tiger bitch… forever.” At that moment Michelle couldn’t hold back and the tears flooded out, deep wrenching sobs from her anguished heart. I didn’t know what to do, but Janie held onto her sister’s hand with a tight grip and tenderly brushed the hair off her sweating forehead.

“They wrote those words on my face and body before they left me in the dirt… telling me that they would post the video of me whoring myself to the opposition team if I mentioned anything… that no one would believe me… because I was such a slut and everyone knew…

“I listened to the crickets and stared up at the stars, asking them for justice or retribution or help… but none came until I crawled across the muddy field to the stadium… it felt so far… and I hurt so bad… there coach found me…”

Michelle stared into my eyes, as if seeking out something deep and meaningful, before concluding. “Coach made me shower and get dressed in a change of clothes before taking me home… telling me not to say anything, because the scandal would be too big for all of us… saying they would take care of it in their own way…”

I had no response, just an aching pain in my gut and an anxiety that I could never really shake. I left my friend’s house that afternoon, after jotting down the license number I’d seen and wondering about how the universe could let such a thing happen… and go unpunished…

A couple of weeks later I heard that four former students from our rival school had been mugged and put in hospital. While that seemed like partial justice, it didn’t bring the old Michelle back. She seemed to withdraw from everything, preferring to be by herself and paint pictures of the trees and squirrels in her garden. She graduated, but that fateful day was the last time she was a cheerleader.

I never got over the traumatic ordeal of hearing about Michelle’s rape, becoming increasingly fearful and cautious for myself.

But now here I was, facing a similar ordeal, not sure what would happen, nor whether these men would even receive the same retribution that Michelle’s assailants had.

I knew how awful rape really was. Not in a 100-page woman’s magazine or politicians’ speech sort of way, but in the visceral lifechanging way that raped women felt. Stripping them of their sense of self and their confidence. Making them eternally fearful and having to consciously overcome their fears, in order to live lives that others assumed were normal and took for granted.

And looking at the man in front of me, I realised I was about to become one of those women.

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Wow. Great story. Remember how much I liked it when it was on RU. Even remember the picture that came with it.

The story been one of my longtime favorites. Can’t wait for more. Speaking of more. Hope you post more of your stories here one day 