Chapter 1
The indignity of the assault was almost as bad as the attack itself. Jennifer had no idea there was anyone else at that end of the mall until a hand was hooked over her mouth, a thumb was rammed hard and accurately up between her legs from behindhand she was goose-stepped into an open, grassy spot surrounded by thick bushes.
Her attackers were only great black shadows in the darkness, but their voices were cheerful and light-hearted, giving the impression that this attack was more of a gay prank than anything else.
Jennifer, even in her fright, found time to be thankful for this. At least, she told herself, they aren't dangerous psychos bent on killing me. They didn't seem uptight at all. Loose and "friendly, rather, as Jennifer's skirt was pulled high, her panties hauled down and off, and she was down on her back in nothing but her stockings and skimpy garter belt. Now, in the same weird, friendly fashion, her legs were pulled wide apart, and the beam from a flashlight was staring full into her naked womanhood.
A pleasant male voice said, "Wider. And bring the light closer."
Jennifer was pushed farther back on her shoulders with her legs splayed to a point where her whole female equipment, one of the politer names for it that she'd heard, was on a flat, horizontal plane.
"Uh-huh," the voice continued. "Nice, very nice."
Exploratory fingers were busy, moving over the area, testing in particular, it seemed, the quality and density of her pubic growth.
"Uh-huh," the voice repeated with satisfaction.
Another voice-there were three attackers in the group-asked, "She qualifies, then?"
"She sure does. She gets a gold star. Well put her right up beside Lola Novarro and Bonnie Davis.
What on earth did that mean? Jennifer despaired of anyone coming to her rescue. She'd been an idiot to cross the mall alone at this hour. And being mainly a practical person, she was no longer frightened for her life. These characters gave no indication of being killers, and she was practical to a point that if sexual molestation was going to take place, she could accept it philosophically.
"If I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it. And to a great extent, it's my fault for being here."
While the minute examination of her privates was being completed, her thoughts-she was at least partially dazed-rambled on: I'm not a virgin, thank god, so I won't be getting it jammed into me for the first time. The passage is pretty well open, so aside from the place and the time, this one will be little different from the others.
She had to admit, also, that she would not be subjected to the pain of a dry insertion, this realization coming with a little personal shame; shame she sought to eliminate through mental protest: That guy is so damned thorough in whatever he's looking for. He's hit my clitoris half a dozen times. That's what a girl responds to unless she's overcome with terror, so I can't be blamed for the purely impersonal passion that's rising. Damn it all, it isn't my fault that it feels good."
Then Jennifer was given cause to doubt that she was going to be sexually assaulted at all. New, confusing comments were being made in the same, happy, childishly excited tones.
"She'll look nice on the board."
"What in heaven's name could that mean?
"Ok-gimme the scissors."
Good lord! Were they kooks of some kind?
Someone was pulling at her pubic hair, twisting it at the place of its longest length, straightening out the crisp curls.
Great heavens, I'm going to get a hair cut! And a shave afterwards?
The comic aspects hit Jennifer in spite of herself. Not funny enough to laugh out loud over, but if that hand had slipped off her mouth, she might well have complained, Take it easy, stud. You're tickling the hell out of me.
She heard the crunching sound of scissors and knew that she now had less pubic hair than before. It was a relief, somehow, possibly because it raised a hope that the crazy operation was over.
But it was not The voices went on.
"Ok. Next step. You ready, Mark?"
"Ready."
Strong hands grasped Jennifer's head and raised it. A pair of masculine legs straddled her, pressing down on her breasts. The light flashed upward and in its radiance, a huge, erect penis appeared in front of her face. The hand behind her head, tilted her to a more erect position.
"Ok, baby. Open your mouth."
Jennifer pressed her lips firmly together without even thinking. It wasn't so much that she objected to blowing her attacker. She was not a virgin in that area, either. It was the principal of the thing. She told herself fiercely: "I'm damned if I'll just obligingly suck this guy because they tell me to."
However, her rebellion was short-lived. Her attackers, it seemed, knew how to handle such things. A cruel thumb sought and found the tight target between Jennifer's still-spread legs. It jammed down hard. Jennifer s mouth flew open as the thumb went into the first joint. Her smothered squeal of protest drowned the chuckle of satisfaction, from one of her abusers, and then her mouth closed on the huge penis.
It had gone deep. The hair of a tight scrotum brushed her chin.
Then a white light flashed, blinding Jennifer. The penis was immediately withdrawn and a voice said, "Who's turn to do the honors?"
"Lee's" came the answer.
Jennifer, totally blind, interpreted the dialogue correctly and did the practical thing-tensed herself for the taking of that huge penis. It was big enough to hurt, even with the lubrication of automatic passion it would encounter.
But she was pleasantly surprised. A grotesque irony that didn't escape her-she was accepting any phase of rape with what almost amounted to gratitude.
She centered her mind on this as Lee, whoever he was, mounted her expertly and penetrated her with a grunt of satisfaction: "Why shouldn't I be grateful. Everything is comparative, and taking a small cock in this situation rather than a big one is a break. That other guy would have left me sore for a month."
What the rapist lacked in size, he made up in skill. Jennifer refused to cooperate, but he made up for that, also. She was on the verge of an orgasm when his explosion took place, and she felt the frantic jerk and pulsation of his penis, felt an impressive volume of hot manhood thud into her.
He arose quickly. There was another bright flash, blinding Jennifer anew.
Then only silence.
A full minute passed before Jennifer realized she was alone. Oddly, this brought a greater fear than she'd experienced while the attack was taking place: "Oh, lord, what if some stud would walk by and spot my lying here with my heels against my ears. I'd really get it."
She straightened her legs and got shakily to her feet. She had the presence of mind to snatch up her panties, but did not put them on. Instead, she hurried on home with the wet, sticky results of the rape crawling lazily down the insides of her thighs.