Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

Any self-respecting girl would never want that again; but then, how really self-respecting was she? Was it that perhaps she needed that type of sex to truly satisfy her, something loathsome to her previous ideas, something so different from what she had dreamed of…

"You all right in there?" Yvonne's voice came ringing through the door.

"Yes. Fine."

The door opened, and Yvonne peeked around at her.

"We're fixing supper," she said. "How long'll you be?"

"I'm ready to get out now," replied Suzanne, smiling. "And would you believe, I'm starving."

Yvonne sniffed in her best Eve Arden manner. "I know what you mean," she said cynically. "Nothing like a good fuck to work up an appetite."

"Yvonne!"

The door closed, and Suzanne smiled to herself. Yvonne was a nut, but a good friend, a sincere and true person.

She climbed out of the tub and stood, drying herself carefully, paying special attention to her crotch and her breasts. The marks had faded slightly, but her nipples were still very sore and tender. She slipped her robe on again and walked out into the living room. There was a smell of stew, and the small table in the kitchen was set for three.

Carole was standing over the stove, stirring a large pot. Yvonne was opening three Cokes and pouring them into glasses.

"Well, feel better?"

Suzanne nodded. "Much. I still ache, though, and my breasts are sore."

Yvonne chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Sounds like they really gave you a working over."

"They did."

"The bastards."

Carole tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turned, grinning. "Yvonne and I both know about the kids in this neighborhood.

They look like sweet innocent little things, but they've been fucking their sisters since they could get a hard-on. And the girls are no better. I caught one the other day in the alley, blowing some man for a quarter."

Suzanne's eyes opened wide.

"Don't look so shocked. That's nothing to what really goes on around here." Carole laughed. "I've done a little research myself. I'm also taking sociology, remember."

Suzanne sat down and pursed her lips. "You know, I truly feel that if these people didn't live in such degraded surroundings, they'd have the chance to develop better, to have a more uplifting outlook on life. And sex," she added.

Yvonne snorted. "People are people," she snapped. "Just because the income's low and the area a slum doesn't necessarily mean people have to indulge in behavior like they do. It's not the finances or the neighborhood. It's what makes them tick inside. Take it from me. I've known lots of people from Grosse Pointe who do just the same, only perhaps with a little more finesse."

Suzanne nodded.

"I know. I've heard about the orgies they have, but at least there isn't the rough raw…" She groped for words, "… the bestial type of approach. Those kids handled me like I was just some object they could do what they pleased with. There was no hint of love, affection, or anything like that. It was pure animal sex, and nothing more. It's frightening."

Yvonne sat down and nodded. "Yup. I know. Would you believe when I was ten, I was gang-banged by four kids at school. They walked home with me; we lived quite a ways from school. This was up in that stinking little town in Upper Michigan where I was born. Anyway, the one guy, his name was Hank. I'll never forget him. He must've been around fourteen, real good-looking, and he had been paying me a lot of attention. He said I was the prettiest girl in school. I knew it was just because I sassed him back when he talked to me. I was pretty mature for my age, I guess. And I knew all about the birds and the bees, so I knew what he was hinting at all the time, but I wasn't giving them any chances. Hank even asked me once if I wanted to come home with him and play with his prick. He said it was the biggest in class. He wasn't lying about that, by the way. Jesus! I told him to quit talking like that or I'd report him to the teacher.

"Well, this afternoon, I'll never forget it, he walked me home, and these other three kids joined him. They were all about thirteen or fourteen, I guess. Hank started talking dirty, and then suddenly, just as we were passing old man Johnson's barn, they grabbed me, and whipped me inside before I could scream or shit or go blind or anything. They had my clothes off and were having at it before five minutes had passed. Two of them held me down while the others had their fun. I've never been so scared in my life. I bled like crazy, but that didn't stop them. They all got their rocks off, and then ran like hell, leaving me there.

"I kinda cleaned myself up as best I could, and limped home. I could hardly walk, my cunt was so sore. When I got home, I went to the bathroom and sat in a tub for hours, it seemed. When mother got home from work, I told her what had happened. She went to the principal of the school, and the boys were hauled up and all hell broke loose. Of course, they all denied it, and it was four of them against me. And that's where it ended. I was too young to get pregnant, thank God, and none of them had the clap, so after a few days, apart from a tender cunt, I was back to normal. But I've never forgotten that. Which is why I feel the way I do about men right now, I guess."

There was a silence. Throughout Yvonne's story, Carole had been watching her, her eyes filled with compassion. Suzanne gasped when Yvonne ended.

"You mean… nothing was done?"

Yvonne gave a short laugh. "Like I said, was their word against mine.

Just like you and those bastards. If you go to the police, it will only mean scandal, and you couldn't prove anything. And they'd get their families to provide an alibi. No, little one, chalk it up to experience, just hope you haven't been knocked up, or got the clap or something, and let it go. Of course, if any of them come knocking at your door again, call the police first and don't open the door whatever you do. Better still, stick your head out the window and scream bloody murder. That'll scare 'em off."

Suzanne thought a moment.

"I guess I'd better get checked out by a doctor, just in case."

Yvonne shrugged. "If you want to. I'd wait a few days, though. You'll know if anything's wrong in that department. As for being pregnant, I don't have to tell you how to know about that." Her tone softened, and her hand came out and squeezed Suzanne's arm. "You poor kid. It's rough to go through something like that when you've been protected all your young life."

Suzanne grinned. "Well, we live and learn."

Carole brought over the food from the stove and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Okay, enough of this talk," she said lightly. "Time to eat. Dig in."

Thankfully, Suzanne helped herself to the stew, and began eating ravenously. For some reason, the horror of her experience had faded and she felt a warm glow, surrounded by her friends in a pleasant atmosphere where she knew she was safe. At least for the moment. But what about tomorrow?

The silence was broken by Carole slamming her books closed, and pushing back the chair from the desk.

"Well, enough of abnormal psychology for one night," she said. "I think I'm going to bed. You all about ready?"

Suzanne opened her eyes and stretched her arms above her head. She had been resting on the couch.

"I guess I'm ready," she said. "How about you, Yvonne?"

Yvonne looked up from a textbook, removed her glasses, and nodded. She looked over at Suzanne.

"You don't mind sleeping with us, do you?" she asked. "We have that king-size bed, and it's big enough for four, really."

Suzanne smiled.

"That's fine. I really appreciate this. I'm feeling much better already. I'm still a little tender, though, here and there."

Yvonne smirked. "Here and there. You mean your tits and your cunt, don't you?" Suzanne flushed and Carole laughed.