(Caution: This scene contains strong sexual violence)
She opened her eyes and sat up
on the blanket. Tony stood where he had been standing before the blindfold had
been tied to her eyes. He nodded his head with a look of approval. The boy who
had just been inside her had picked up his robe and now held the towel out to
her.
Hank was gone.
“Damn you bastards,” she said
and as she began to slide off the pallets, she reached for the towel. But just
before she got her fingers around it, from behind, someone clasped her hair and
wrenched her back down to the bed.
“What are you doing, Hank?” Rudy
shouted.
Natalie started to rise up to
her elbows, but Hank grabbed her left shoulder with his free hand and forced
her down again. As her head slammed to the wooden surface the second time, Tony
stepped in front of her.
“No!” she screamed. She sensed
her vulnerability return and the dread turn to terror.
Rudy dropped the towel and robe
and rushed to push Tony away. Tony turned, doubled his fist and met him with a
solid blow to the stomach. The force raised Rudy off his feet and he crumpled
sideways. Hank’s rough hands held both of Natalie’s shoulders and pinned her to the table. She drew her legs together and thrust her feet out toward Tony as he advanced. She caught him in the chest and then pulled her legs back to a cocked position like the string of a bow about to release an arrow. She twisted her body without success to get free from the strong hands holding her from behind to the hard wooden surface.
“Oh, you want to play games,
huh?’ Tony scoffed.
Hank cackled like a witch behind
her and kept her pinned down.
Tony stepped to the side of her
and seized her ankles one at a time. Then, back in front of her, he slipped his
left arm around her calves and pulled them tight against his body.
Even though she knew it futile,
she continued to kick, but being shackled by both men, she had no way to affect
any means of stopping the attack. She glared at Tony and the sneer on his face
was nothing like she had witnessed before. He had the audacious look of a
conqueror.
He reached back and pulled a six
round Colt Python .357 revolver from his waistband and with a violent thrust,
shoved the barrel into the place where the teenager had been only moments
before.
“No!” Natalie screamed and
looked to where the barrel disappeared inside of her. The contrast was stark.
The boy had been firm with anticipation, but his flesh warm and supple. The
steel inside her body now felt cold, inflexible and committed to brutality. She
traced Tony’s arm to his face. The wicked snarl on his lips brought a quiver of
terror she had not sensed since she stumbled upon a rattlesnake coiled to
strike in the chicken coop.
“Either this goes off in you or
I do. Your choice!”
Hank, with a sinister laugh,
said, “I’m next.”
“No!” Natalie screamed, “Please,
don’t do this. Let me go!”
In her peripheral vision, she
saw Rudy, still naked, get back to his feet. He closed his eyes and rubbed the
side of his head.
“You bastards!” he shouted. “It
isn’t supposed to be like this. She was for me.”
He started to run at Tony a
second time, but Tony cocked the hammer of the revolver still inside Natalie.
Rudy looked toward the distinct
sound and stopped short of his target. His eyes met Natalie’s and then rotated
back to Tony. “Leave her alone.”
“You had your turn, now it’s
ours.” Tony’s face spun toward Natalie and he continued. “What’s it gonna be
whore, me or my gun?”
Hank laughed again, baying like
a wolf at the full moon.
“I can’t watch this,” Rudy said.
“I’m sorry, Natalie.” He grabbed his robe from the floor, and headed away.
“Please don’t do this,” she
pleaded. She squirmed to free herself from Hank’s grip but was afraid to jar
Tony’s hand lest she set the gun off.
Tony pulled the gun out of her,
released the hammer, and then slammed the cold steel on her ribs.
“Aha,” Natalie said unable to
hold back the shriek. Involuntary tears began to well and then released a
trickle into her ears. She clamped her legs together again.
“No more games,” Tony shouted.Natalie hesitated for a moment longer. Tony’s eyes had narrowed and his face twisted into a hideous snarl like every nightmare she had dreamed about Satan himself. Now, she would either have to let this vile monster into her body or die right here. The thought that dying wouldn’t only spoil their sport but it would spare her reliving this violence for the rest of her life gave her pause, but she didn’t want to die, not here, not tonight, not like this.
She stopped struggling, closed
her eyes and relaxed her legs.
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Jearl Rugh 2012
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