Chapter 8
TIGER SCREAMS RAPE
When Margeen ripped me off, and admitted she'd witnessed my meeting customers at the corner by our house, I changed my meeting place to a dark alley about four blocks further away from the house. One Friday evening I went there to meet Benny and Tom as usual. But it didn't turn out to be a usual night at all!
The guys were late tonight. I had a strict rule that I would wait only about ten minutes. They were always very good about already being present when I arrived. And if for some reason they couldn't make it, they would have let me know. So I decided to give them five more minutes.
In only a couple more seconds or so, headlights approached, shining from the direction from which Benny always drove. Glad I needn't hang around this creepy area, I felt much better. I stepped aside to give Benny room to pull up.
But I gasped with sudden fright. It wasn't Benny and Tom, but three freaked out monsters. The instant two of them jumped out of the car to grab me, I could tell, even in the dark, they were hopped up on dope.
Oh God no, my mind screamed. And I ran like hell! But I couldn't begin to outrun their long legs. I had never been so terrified in my life. I don't know if I was afraid they would kill me, or if I was that terrified of being raped by such animal types ... and so many at once.
Actually there was no time to think about it. All I knew is, when the two grabbed me and held me tightly between them, my heart was beating at my chest like an electric mixer turned on high.
I fought with every ounce of strength in my body, and some muscles I didn't know I had. But I was no match for these three ... not if I could have taken them one by one.
They were all bordering six feet; and musclewise they were anything but puny. They all had long, frizzy hair, and very long thick beards and mustaches. In the dark, this was enough to disguise them completely. They all looked more or less alike.
"TOM! BENNY! TOM! BENNY! Hurry, come on," my mind screamed silently. "Don't fail me now. Please come save me."
They had to drag me, but in a matter of seconds they had thrown me into the back of an old station wagon.
They hadn't said a word. They just laughed and roared delightedly because I fought them. So you're a real tiger-puss huh," one of them said.
"If you only knew how right you are you dirty son-of-a-bitch," I spat back at him. I was so afraid ... scared to death in fact. But giving these bums the satisfaction of knowing it, I would not do.
I tried all of the normal female tricks of defense. Next I screamed. A good and loud piercing scream. But right in the middle of it, one of the big bastards whammed me one in the face so hard, I instantly felt warm blood trickling in my mouth.
The comic strips and the detective stories are right. When wholloped by a big hard hand, you do see millions of stars! I almost blacked out. I learn quick when the occasion calls for it. I knew better than to try screaming again.
The two apes who had hog-tied me were sitting on each side of me. One half sat on me to hold me down, while the other tied a stinking rag of some kind around my eyes. The driver started the engine, and we sped away.
A couple of seconds delay might have saved me. Because just as the rough smelly hands put the blindfold up to my eyes, I could see the flash of on-coming headlights in the rearview mirror. Tom and Benny! So near, and yet so far away!
We took off like a race car at the Indianapolis 500. And any hope of help bit the dust. However, judging from remarks my kidnappers made, I knew Tom and Benny had followed us for a time. So I knew they were reasonably sure of my plight. They would think of something. My boys wouldn't desert me, I told myself over and over.
But my one spark of hope was short ... just a quick spark that didn't catch. Because we were soon on a gravel road. That much I could detect from the sounds of gravel flying and crunching. And we were alone in no time. The dope happy bastards were hee-hawing victoriously, because they had lost my would be rescuers for sure.
"Whatdaya think we should do with this fresh hunk of female meat, Bigs?" the one on my right, inquired of the driver. Or, I assumed the driver was Bigs, as he was the one who answered.
"Well, Dunce, I've got a great idea," Bigs thundered from behind the wheel. "Let's eat her raw."
"Oh my God. How did he mean that. He didn't make himself quite clear enough to suit me. I didn't want their raunchy tongues in my pussy. Yet, I had to admit I would be lucky if they stopped at cunt chomping. It would be decidedly better than being hacked into hamburger and thrown in trash cans like in a newspaper account I'd read a couple of months ago. And I wouldn't put anything past this group. Evil almost visibly surrounded them.
When that crazy bugger mentioned eating me, I automatically started more wiggling and fighting. But I soon realized they were absolutely enthralled because I was putting up a fight. So I stopped and sat very still and demure.
Meanwhile, the captor on my left was disagreeing with Bigs in an unsteady gravel voice. "I'm sick of the same old shit. This hot little bitch has probably fucked and sucked every schoolboy asshole that's come close enough to her to smell cunt. Let's tie her to a stake and see how far we can ram a tire-iron up her ass. We've got one stashed here in the back with the jack and spare tire."
They all seemed to think this idea was hilarious from the way they all thundered wild laughter.
By this time I was trembling so hard I was freezing with chills. And not just from the cold night air, which had really gotten to me already, because my coat had been ripped off in the alley. The chills wracking my body were caused by fright. "Oh God, I'm going to die," I thought.
And let me tell you, thinking someone is going to kill you is no funny experience.
Dunce finally broke up the ballyhoo of guffaws with: "Youse guys can do anything your shriveled up pricks so desire. But not until after I fuck her. This little Tigercat is a good fuck, ain't you honey," he said. As he talked he rammed his hand inside my pants and squeezed my pussy so hard I had to bite the inside of my lips to keep from screaming in pain.
"I would rather be dead," I cried to myself. Dead first, before I ever saw them, that is. Not dead at their hands. What could I do?
Oh help me somebody! Was there no way out? I couldn't stop the tears of fear from spilling, but at least the rag tied around my eyes hid them.
Bigs pulled off to the right over a wide dip that felt almost like a ditch. The wagon groaned and creaked. I held my breath that we wouldn't turn over. These freaks wouldn't know if they were standing on their heads.
I knew all of the hideaways pretty well, but this territory was completely alien to me. And I had to admit anyone who might hope to rescue me might have the same problem. At least no one I knew was aware this place existed.
The scroungy bastards dragged me out and threw me on the ground. "We've arrived at our destination baby," one of them told me.
Someone ripped off my blindfold. "You'll wanta see from now on," Bigs said. (I recognized his voice rather than his face.) "You wanta observe the big cock you're gonna get, dontcha?" They were all three standing over me, and as he talked, much like a person will slap another on the back in fun, he pulled out his dick. I swear it was a longie. He waved it round and round at me like it was some kind of a flag. Then, the son-of-a-bitch, he kicked me.
My legs buckled, but I didn't do anything. I wasn't going to fight them anymore. They enjoyed it too much. And I wasn't going to grovel ... that they would really enjoy.
They had me cornered; but I was going to give them as little satisfaction as I could. So I sat as quietly as a mummy and didn't answer him at all.
"Let's us strip her down," Dunce said.
"Hell man," make her do it," the no-name one argued. "Stand up and take your clothes off!" he demanded. He kicked at me as Bigs had, but not as hard.
I just sat there.
Which proved to be a mistake. He lunged at me, pulling me to my feet with one hand. He ripped my yellow flowered mini off with one yank of his free hand, growling like an irate animal all the while.
Dunce got into the act and pulled my panties off me ... making me fall as he yanked them off both my feet at once. Then I was naked.
Bigs who had been standing by and hadn't helped undress me said, "You need a good lesson on how to respect your superiors. Get over there to that tree," he ordered, nodding to a nearby tree about a foot in diameter.
I knew I had no choice but to obey this insane group. And believe me, I did what they said without hesitation. Obviously preparing to watch the side show, Dunce and No-name sat down on the ground Indian style.
Bigs brought two pieces of rope from the car and tied my wrists together behind the tree. For some strange reason I didn't attempt to understand, he tied only my left ankle to the tree. My right foot remained free.
While this action was in progress No-name was complaining. "It's too goddam dark. Let's get some goddam light on the subject."
Bigs, still tying my ropes intently, argued with the suggestion. "Hell man, you know I have a weak battery in that junker. Anyhow, there's a full moon."
"Shit I can see that Bigs. But I don't want to look at no shitting moon. I wanta see little hotass here. Hell, I can't see no tits, nipples, or pussy hair or nothing ... just goddam shadows.
"Fuck, I knew what we can do," Dunce suggested happily. "Let's us build a nice big bright fire around this cold meat. She needs a bit of warming up anyhow.
"Yea!" No-name agreed with a happy shout. Let's us get with it." And he was instantly off gathering twigs and pieces of broken branches.
I was too frightened to breath. But I still sensed that to show my fear to these perverts would only entice them to even weirder acts. I could still taste blood, and I could hardly move my mouth. But I forced myself to speak as normally as possible.
I nodded my head at what, even in the dark, could be detected as fire parched trees. "This is obviously a known fire area. If you set a fire it won't take more than a couple of minutes for the fire department to be here," I bluffed.
Bigs backhanded me in my cut mouth. Excruciating pain surged through my head and blood ran down my chin. "Listen bitch, I'm tired of your lip. You think you're using psychology dontcha. For your information twat, we happen to be in an area that can't be seen by the rangers. That's why this here previous fire happened. Shit! Who do you think set it, smart cunt?"
My heart sunk. You wonder about phrases like MY HEART SUNK or MY HEART WENT THUD when you read them. Well, it can happen. THUD!
Now the creeps would have their fire at any cost, just to show me. And they were crazy hopped up monsters. They wouldn't feel remorse if their fire roasted me. Oh God. Oh God!
I didn't have long to think about my new plight. While they had been discussing the subject, they got a huge fire going only about three feet in front of me. I felt like I was scorching almost instantly.
Especially my bare nipples, knees, and cheeks. The intense heat dried the blood on my mouth, and the painful, drawing sensation made holding back the tears very difficult.
"Look at her now. Toasted cunt!" Dunce said. "Ain't she a beaut with her naked skin glistening in that firelight?"
"Well, hell," No-name said, "she ain't very meaty. But she does have whoopers for tits. Extra furry pussy too."
"Yep," Bigs agreed. "Got a tight twat hidden in there I bet. Let's check it out and find out how much that box will hold."
"Shit no! You ain't sticking no tire-iron up this one and wrecking her, like that last broad that up and died on us."
"Hell man. How you gonna fuck. You can't even get your cock up in your condition!" No-name mocked. "Pussy here can get it up for me," Dunce said. He leered at me greedily. "Come on Bigs. You owe me a favor. I got you a free fix tonight."
"Alright, Dunce, I owe you one. We'll play your game first. Go untie her," Bigs told him.
In a way I was relieved. My wrists were killing me and the fire was cooking me. Yet, in a way I wanted to stay where I was. I was more afraid of what they might do to me next, than what they had done so far.
Grabbing me away from Dunce, Bigs turned to No-name. "Get that old army blanket out of the wagon, and clear a space here. We'll have us a threesome. You lay on your back and have the bitch sit on your rod. I'll ram it to her in the ass. Dunce can set on your chest, so she can get to him to suck his cock and get it up for him. That is if he's got a hard-on in him," he added gleefully, no doubt enjoying a private joke.
I knew it was useless. But it was instinct to try to get away. I struggled to get loose again. The thought of being sexually assaulted by these madhatters made sour vomit come into my throat.
And what they might do to me when they had finished with me, to make sure I couldn't talk, I didn't dare think about. This new realization brought the tears spilling forth I had tried so hard to hold back, and I started crying uncontrollably. "Please, please let me go. Don't ... do this," I pleaded through the best corner of my mouth.
For an answer Bigs hee-hawed again, and threw me down on the blanket No-name had spread at my feet.
Just after I fell, a loud gun shot rang out. In fact, like in the old cowboy movies, it actually whizzed over my head. And then, I heard the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life. TOM'S VOICE. "This is the law. Don't make a move. We've got you covered."
The once brave musketeers froze momentarily; looking all around them like trapped animals for a means of escape. Then Bigs partially recovered and half whispering said: "I don't think it's the fucking fuzz. They would have moved in on us by now. It's those goddam punks we had to ditch when we snatched this sniveling cunt. But the bastards do got guns for sure. So let's make a run for the wagon and get the quick hell out of here."
The second Bigs gave this order, they all split. As they ran, three more shots were fired. I heard one shatter the windshield. I kept face down on the blanket. I didn't look up until I heard the engine of their vehicle sputter, then groan, as they took off.
After the station wagon was gone, I sort of peaked out from my hiding place and saw Tom and Benny running toward me. What a blessed relief!
Laboriously I got to my knees. Then I stood up to run to them. The firelight, the moon, and my dear wonderful friends, and even the night all disappeared. Suddenly there was nothing but a beautiful safe blackness, hugging, then enveloping me in it's arms.