Unknown - The Watch Dog

«Party? Wh-What are you talking about? Get out … right now or I'll call the police!» Her manner was still courageous but her cracking voice betrayed her very real fear. She had never seen David like this, there was something vicious and cruel about him the way he was now, like someone else had inherited his body, someone rabid and hateful. But if David was frightening, his two friends were savage wild animals by comparison! One was heavy-set, almost fat, with shoulder length brownish hair that looked as if it had been unwashed for weeks. He wore oversized cowboy boots that would have been amusing under better circumstances, and Lucy could see without meaning to that the swelling bulge he rubbed insultingly, rudely, was a formidable weapon in itself. The second was tall, taller than David who was over six feet, with a face that twisted with an inner agony, like the boys she had seen once when she had passed a mental institution when out riding on a Sunday afternoon – prematurely aged, contorted with the gut-ripping torture of paranoia and hate. God, she could barely stand to look at him! She would have not been startled had he suddenly snarled and bared a pair of savage, blood-lusting fangs, his mouth foamy with hydrophobic rage! They were a pair straight from hell and she felt her blood run cold with dread as the first premonitions of what they sought chilled her heart and numbed her very soul!

«Don't look so petrified, baby,» David leered. «You're among friends, right, fellas?» The big one merely grunted in agreement and his friend said nothing at all. «I just wanted to come by and pay you back for tonight … I think I owe you something.»

«What … I don't know what you mean, David. I've never seen you like this … I-I'm afraid.»

«Well, baby, maybe there's a lot of me you ain't seen … and tonight you're gonna' see it. You made me a laughingstock out at Scottie's … you made a Goddamn fool out of me, had all my friends laughing and hooting like a bunch of hyenas. Well, I don't appreciate it, not one bit.»

«That's not true! It's a lie!» Lucy shouted, emboldened by her ex- lover's one-sided allegations. «If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me! What you did was … despicable!»

«Hey, she's got a way with them big words, Davey, buddy,» mumbled the stocky long-haired man. «Mighty high-falutin'.»

«Yeah, she's a big talker, all right … just like her ol' man, three- quarters hot air.»

Lucy snapped at him angrily at the mention of her father. «How dare you say that about my father! You don't know what you're talking about, he was dead long before we met and you know it. And anyway, I have nothing further to say to you, David … we're through, finished! I never want to see you again … never!»

The youth's cock-sure sneer turned up at the corners and became a wicked grin that spoke of untold terror yet to come, and Lucy instantly regretted having said anything to anger him; this was not the man she had loved, the man she had taken deep up into her belly often in the throes of passion. No, this was a stranger … and the look on his face promised revenge for the assault she had made on his manhood. He had been shamed, in his eyes, before his peers, and to his twisted mind, that was a sin worse than death. Lucy felt her breath freeze in her lungs with a shudder as the thought of what might happen to her burst into her mind; registered with the shock of an earthquake in her unconscious … rape!

«I knew that bastard old man of yours, all right, long before I ever met you at Scottie's and got some of your sweet littl' snatch. The son- of-a-bitch canned me once for smoking a little weed, and you were my chance to get even. But like you said, that's all over now, so I might as well get that sugar-sweet revenge some other way, right, fellas?» The two dirty, foul-smelling types chuckled in agreement and moved a step closer to Lucy, who stood shivering now in fear, her hands clutched to the front of her dressing gown, her flesh tingling with dread from the tips of her bare toes to her head … God, this was no nightmare, this was real! And she was trapped alone with them! Her mind churned with frenzied emotion but one clear thought emerged above the maelstrom of fear … Matthew! Where was he?! Of course, now she remembered, he had been outside when she came home in tears, and she hadn't even greeted him; now he was locked outside and unable to help her … Oh dear God, if only I could get to him, I know he'd save me!

«You ought to be properly introduced, Lucy,» her ex-boyfriend spat contemptuously. «I know how you country-club types love that sort of thing. Well, this is Large and this is Tall.» His two friends boomed with hysterical laughter, far too much for David's feeble attempt at humor. It was then that Lucy glimpsed their eyes … they were on drugs! Their eyes were clouded and blank, spiteful sub-human eyes that showed no mercy. «That's not their real names, but it'll have to do for now. How about it, baby, now that we all know each other? Let's have a little party …» His hands darted out lightning-fast and grabbed at her gown, tearing it from her grip and yanking it open in front. «… Now!»

Lucy felt a flush of shame as she realized she wore nothing beneath her gauze-sheer nightie, but she fought the urge to hide her nakedness and responded with something more basic, more primeval; she swung with all her strength at her once-lover's face, her nails bared in womanly fury, a move of sheer desperation that she knew was futile before it began. He caught her arm in mid-swing and twisted it downward and then up again in a painful twist that spun her around in the blinking of an eye. «Spunky, aren't you, bitch? Well, you'll get plenty of chances to use some of that spunk. 0l' Large here's got a cock on him that would bring tears to a Navy-town whore! Show her, buddy … let her take a look at some of that meat you're always bragging about.» Lucy was only half-aware that as David spoke he was shoving her down the hallway to her bedroom; he knew the layout of the house well as he had been here many times, and there could be no doubt of what awaited her once they were close to a bed … Oh, Matt, how I need you now!

Lucy was in the doorway now and she reached out desperately in a vain effort to grab the door frame and hold off this wanton assault, but David wrenched her hands away effortlessly and pushed her onto the bed.

«Here ya' go, girlie … ever had one like this?» Lucy turned without thinking and jumped a foot from the mattress at the sight of what the heavy-set hippie held in his hands.

«No! No, you can't! David. please, p-please! I'm begging you! God, isn't that enough? P-Please!» Her voice was hysterical with fear and loathing now as she stared, mesmerized, at the thick pole of naked flesh he held like a fencepost with both hands; its purplish, blood- bloated head had extended from the rubbery sheath of foreskin and its solitary eye stared at her in unblinking lust. «I'll scream, David, I'll scream until somebody comes or calls the police!»

«Go ahead, but don't tire yourself out, baby,» he laughed wickedly. «I want you in good shape for me and my friends. You know as well as I do that these rich-folks' houses are so fucking far apart that you could scream 'til next week and nobody would come. Hey, uh, 'Tall,' get out by the front door and keep an eye out for her ol' lady. I don't want nothing interrupting our party.»

The lanky youth did not respond at first until his buddy nudged him forcefully. «Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the new names. But how come I gotta' miss out on the action?» he asked, his voice a surprising whine that seemed out of place in his massive body.

«Don't worry, buddy, you ain't gonna' miss nothing. You just sit by that door and when I come to get you, I promise you'll be well taken care of … little miss rich cunt sucks a mean cock!» The slender youth laughed drunkenly, though there was no trace of liquor on his breath, and left the room at a stagger. «Now, ol' buddy, let's get the rest of her clothes off and you'll see what a real piece o'tail looks like!»