Anonymous - She!

"There's no use, baby. Scorpion said to take your clothes off. You might as well do it or he'll do it for you." She smiled nastily and shrugged her shoulders.

"You can try," she hissed, poising on the bed.

"All right!" the more articulate of the boys from the living room said. "I like to watch this."

The leader smiled evilly and took a step toward her. She kicked out at him but he ducked easily, grabbing her ankle.

"That's the way you want it, that's okay by me," he said. Now she was really frightened and propelled by it. She kicked again and caught his arm so he let her ankle go. She jumped onto the bed as all the boys moved toward her, holding them off with swinging arms and kicks until the leader caught her ankle again as one of the others caught her arm.

Unceremoniously, she was dumped onto her back on the bed's edge and, as she started to scramble again, felt other hands on her arms and legs, holding her down.

"Rope," the leader said. "Pull that shirt off." Hands were on her, pulling the tanktop over her head as she struggled but she never got an arm free for more than a second as it was peeled off. Then she felt a rope wrap around her wrists tightly. She didn't notice it tied to the end of the bed until they let her arms go and she tried to move, only to find she couldn't.

"Flip for the shorts and panties?" the leader said. She watched, aghast, as everyone flipped coins "Okay. It's between the Bitch and Roscoe. Flip again. Yeah. The Bitch gets to do it."

The girl walked toward her, putting the coin back in her tight jeans pocket.

"I told you, you should have just done it yourself," she said with a nasty grin. The girl reached for the button on her shorts and Minni curled and kicked out, catching her solidly in the breast. It knocked her off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"God damn!" she screamed. "The cunt kicked me in the tit." With some pleasure, Minni saw the girl holding her breast gingerly. "Now I gotta get back," she said though her teeth.

She bounded onto the edge of the bed, her back to Minni's lashing legs, and grabbed Minni's nipple roughly, squeezing hard.

"Ow ow ow!" Minni screamed.

"Fucking cunt," the girl said. "Kick me in the tit. I'll twist this sucker all the way off." Minni thought she already was as she screamed. Then, thankfully, the girl let go and Minni lay still. "If you kick me again I'll do it for twice as long. Or I'll get one of the guys to really do it right. Got that?"

She turned slightly and Minni felt her unbutton her shorts and unzip down her hip. Roughly, she pulled them down one hip, down some more, out from under her, and then down in front.

"No dice on the panties, guys," the girl said. "She ain't wearin' none. Just like these rich mall cunts."

"You just wanted a new pair of panties, Bitch," one of the boys said. "Yours rotted through six months ago."

"Hey, fuck you, Snake," she said with a laugh. "So okay. There she is. Stripped down to the pubes. And cute ones they are, too." The girl put her hand on Minni's pubic mound, giving it a rough rub.

Minni opened her eyes, looking at the others for help but as she looked at them, she saw only a mixture of lust and grinning evil. There wasn't a sign of compassion.

"Okay," the leader said loudly over the hubbub of wisecracks. "All of ya get out of here and leave me with my new girlfriend. Go ahead and flip for nexties. Bitch, you're out cause you got to do the shorts."

"Shit. All I got for that was kicked in the tit, Scorpion," she protested.

"Yeah, well. Teach you to keep those hooters out of the way."

"You never complained last night." Everybody laughed.

"I said, get outta here," he repeated and they all filed out the door. "You'll get your audience with the queen here later, baby," he said. "But first I get to see what's down here without a bunch of assholes hanging over my shoulder."

She stared daggers at him, hating him more than anyone or anything she'd ever known. He looked at her face quickly but just looked away at her naked front as he sat down on the edge of the bed, facing toward her feet. She crossed her legs tightly as he pulled lightly at her thigh.

"I know how to control you now, you little bitch. Don't fuck with me." She didn't know what he meant but she wasn't going to do this easily. He reached back absently and put his finger and thumb around her nipple and squeezed.

"Ow, oh, ow," she screamed. "Don't! Stop it!" He eased the pressure.

"Spread your legs real wide for me so I can see everything." She didn't and immediately felt his fingers tighten on her nipple again. She uncrossed her legs but didn't spread them. "Wide, god damn it!" He pinched again and she screamed. She spread her legs further.

"That's better." He let go of her nipple and lifted one leg onto his knee, pushing the other leg further away. She knew she was spread completely and hated it.

Disgustingly, he leaned forward and used both hands to spread her labia.

"I knew you were hot for me," he said. "Look at all this wet down here." With no preamble, his finger slid into her pussy and then back out and up between her labia until he contacted her clit.

"Yeah, fuck. Let's see how fast we can get you off the first time." He looked at his watch. "I'll bet we can do it in less than five minutes."

His finger slid back and forth from deep inside her to her clit, rubbing it several times before delving back into her pussy. She hated it more than she could say but she knew her body was responding to the unrestrained manipulation.

"Yeah, that's it. That's it!" he said as he rubbed and, she knew, her body pumped into his finger.

"No, no, no!" she screamed as she felt her body climaxing. She was crying hard with fear, rage, and frustration at not being able to stop her own body.

"Yeah, that's it!" he howled. Then he seemed to settle down to a strange lack of interest in her. "Yeah. I got first and I get last before the next round," he hissed. He stood up shakily and walked out the door.

Paul knocked on Minni's door, afraid of the reception he might get from her parents but still concerned that he hadn't seen her an hour after she was supposed to arrive. He gulped when Phil answered the door; his worst fears realized.

"Hi," he said.

"Uh, yes sir. My name's Paul and…" Phil interrupted him.

"Come in. You're Minni's boyfriend, right? Come in. Where's Minni?" Paul looked at him with an open mouth.

"Sir?" he said in confusion.

"Minni? She went down to the pool an hour ago. I thought you were meeting her."

"That's why I came here, sir. She hasn't showed up and I was wondering

…" Again Phil interrupted.

"Molly? Didn't Minni go to the pool?" Both Molly and I heard him and exchanged a look of concern. We both went to the door.

"Yes, she did," Molly said.

"I've been there a long time," Paul said. "She didn't come there." I saw the boy's concern.

"You go ahead," I said. "I'll take a look to see if I can find her."

I walked the route I knew Minni and the rest of the kids always took. It didn't take much to see her bag tossed into a bush or the single tire skid marks on the street nearby. I sniffed, perhaps a little more trained in what to smell than most humans, and identified the reek of the bikers and their machines that remained to a trained nose even after more than an hour.

I ran as quickly as I could, vaulting a nearby fence into a backyard and then into the alley behind it. I thought about the dog who had been called Einstein and found myself comfortably on all fours with a nose much better adapted to following trails than the one I'd had a few seconds before. If anyone was watching, they saw Einstein streak out of the alleyway half a block away to run down the sidewalks, almost level to the ground, toward the center of town.