[EssenceofRed]

“Get up on your knees, slut.” Another order from Chris. I didn’t move. I didn’t have it in me. “I said, get up on your FUCKIN‘ KNEES.” He grabbed my left arm to pull me up and I shrieked in pain. That was the arm I fell on earlier and it was still terribly sore. I could tell it wasn’t broken, but something felt out of place. He positioned me on my knees in front of him and I felt my long sleeved shirt slip down over my breasts again. They hadn’t taken it off when they zip tied my hands behind me, and I was taking great comfort in having that material over my skin again. Chris had his hand down his pants, rubbing himself, getting it hard before he pulled it out.

“Tell me you want my great big dick in your mouth.” I clamped my mouth shut and shot daggers at Chris with my eyes. He started to repeat himself when Joe interrupted.

“Hey, we need to take that shit off of her. I want to see her tits swingin’ when I fuck her in the ass.” My heart sunk, knowing he meant every word. Joe continued, “We could just pull it up over her head...”

“Nah, this is more fun.” Chris held his hand out and Joe passed him his big hunting knife. Chris grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and tried to intimidate me even more by sliding the blade across my cheek and down the front of my chest. That knife went through my shirt like butter. They both smirked while he stripped my shirt off of me and even laughed when he occasionally nicked my skin. By the time he was done, I was left with cotton cuffs on the lower half of my arms. “There. Much better, don’t you think?” He backed up to admire his work and I could see the process made him completely hard and he had already sprung out of his pants. As he came closer to me, he pushed his jeans and underwear back down to his knees again. I clenched my teeth together and stared up at him with venom in my eyes. Joe must have noticed this because before either of them said anything, Joe’s fingers were digging into my cheeks so that I was forced to open my mouth. I’m not stupid. I’m not about to bite him, especially knowing they were carrying two deadly weapons between them. I just needed to get through this nightmare. I cringed to think about the fact that his dick had been inside me and now it was in my mouth. Chris throat fucked me for what felt like forever, through my gags and gargles, before ultimately cumming on my tongue. When he pulled out, Joe held my jaw shut and told me I better swallow everything, which of course I did.

The moment I swallowed, Joe bent me over at the waist and pushed my head to the ground. I knew what was coming next because he already told me. There were no words I could say, no pleas that would convince him to stop. And without even wetting my hole or getting his dick slick with any number of fluids he had available to him, he pushed himself into my ass, going in deeper with each thrust. I immediately tried to lift my head and scream in response, but Chris was there to push my head back down, covering my mouth with his hand, muffling any and all sounds I made. The pain was intense and I attempted to buck his penetration, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move with two large men holding me down. I felt like he was tearing me in half, in fact I could feel myself rip. I continued to scream and cry out through Chris’ hand until Joe finally came and pulled out, at which point, they let me collapse to the ground.

They both stood over me, talking. I don’t know for how long and I have no idea what was said, as I became closed off to the world around me. My mind went blank. I was no longer present. After a while I felt two warm streams of liquid hit my body and I knew they were finished with me. A golden shower to punctuate the end of this assault with the ultimate in humiliation. At least they avoided my face.

They cut my wrists free before giving me my last warning, waving Chris’ gun in my face. “Stay put until we’re out of sight. And remember: You say a word of this to the police, next time we will kill Derek and Adam in front of you, and there will be a next time. Do you understand?” Without looking at them I simply nod my head.

“Alright. Let’s go take care of those assholes up there.”

I couldn’t move. I was in too much pain and my body was in shock. I watched as Chris and Joe walked their way back up to the trees, and I could see them pounding into Derek and Adam. Their faces, their stomachs, even though they were still tied to the trunks. Chris and Joe finally cut them free and I heard them call back, “See ya next year at the reunion, assholes,” followed by confident laughter.

I could hear Adam and Derek coming toward me and was mortified they were going to see me like this: naked, curled up in a ball. Fuck. Who am I kidding? They watched the whole thing! I recounted everything that happened in my head. Being forced to blow Derek, taking Adam’s virginity, masturbating in front of them, being chased, repeatedly raped at least once in every orifice, even being urinated on. The tears started to fall silently down my cheeks again as I buried my face in my hands out of embarrassment.

“Come on, Sarah, let us help you.” It was Derek’s voice, tender and comforting. They sat me up and pulled a shirt over my head, dressed me the best they could with little effort from me, almost as if I was a doll. God knows I was no help in my daze. I didn’t even note whose shirt it was. They gently pulled me up and helped me step into my jeans. They must have brought my shoes and socks with them, too, as they assisted me in putting those on as well. They had always been nice boys.

“We can take you to the hospital.” I shook my head no. They didn’t fight me on this. I think they understood where I was coming from. After all they were victims, too. We walked back up to the clearing, past the trees, and through the wooded tree line until we came out in my parents’ back yard. I could tell the sun was about to come up because some of the birds were just starting to chirp. Ashamed, heads down, the three of us quietly walked our separate ways, to our own childhood homes. About three weeks later my mother called to tell me Chris and Joe were both shot in a hunting accident, that it was all over the news. I never asked, but always had my suspicions that it wasn’t an accident. Derek, Adam, and I never spoke of that night again.



The End.