Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

"When I've had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass judgment," said Yvonne. "I guess I'd better keep my mouth shut. But you know me and sex. It's my favorite subject."

She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.

"Oh, damn, I'm out. Carole…"

"Hm…"

"Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They're on the dresser."

Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.

"What's in it for me, huh?"

Yvonne smirked. "I'll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo on you."

"Thanks a lot."

"Come on, Suzanne, I'll help you wash the coffee cups," said Yvonne, gathering them and moving to the kitchen.

She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front door and left the apartment.

"I love the way you two bitch at each other," remarked Suzanne as they stood by the sink. "I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?"

Yvonne nodded.

"Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along pretty well. You see…" Her voice softened… "We love each other.

That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know I'm not easy to live with."

Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," she said, turning off the water and reaching for the dishtowel.

"I said: you'll find out when you start living with Sam."

Suzanne giggled. "You mean marry him or live with him?"

"Either. Though I suspect you'll probably live with him for a while now. After all, it's good to try the merchandise before buying."

"You're goddamn right, sister!"

They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and next to him Donald.

Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter a sound Yvonne's voice boomed out.

"You motherfuckers get the hell out of here."

From the living room they heard Carole's footsteps on the stairs, and Yvonne shouted out.

"Carole, run. Get the police."

Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room, and Carole's scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned it sounded like an explosion.

"Now, chicky-babies, it's time for dessert," said Clayton, his dark eyes staring humorously around them.

"Oh, God," whispered Suzanne. "We forgot the door."

"You sure did," said Ted. "But that wouldn't've stopped us."

They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood, her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned in Clayton's strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling violently.

"You better calm down, baby, or you'll feel my hand real hard," he said softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.

"Thass better," said Clayton. "And now I guess we can have our little party. It sure's gonna be nice this way." He turned to Ted and grinned.

"There's one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there's nothin' better'n an orgy."

Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the cheek. She staggered back against the wall.

"You get the message?" he drawled. "Now listen here. No one's gonna get hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?" He stared at Suzanne.

"Hi, there. How's that hot little cunt tonight?"

Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn't move. Her voice had disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her lips.

"Please… oh, Please…"

Clayton's booming laugh echoed around the room.

"You see, jest like I said she would: she's pleading for it again. Oh, baby, and you're gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice white pussy. And that's only for starters."

Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne's wrist, jerking her forward.

Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved Carole into Donald's waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers around Yvonne's arm.

"Come on, baby, let's get this show on the road."

"You take your filthy hands off me," snapped Yvonne. "You goddamn nigger."

Clayton's eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.

"Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer," he said. "Or mebbe from Dearborn? Well, baby, you're gonna find out it doesn't rub off."

He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.

"Okay, last one in's a cocksucker," said Clayton, and with one hand he seized Yvonne's robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked, her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the floor.

"Like I said, no noise, no trouble," said Clayton.

Afterwards, Suzanne remembered something Yvonne had said to her, long before she moved to the Wayne Campus. They had been talking about relations with boys, and Yvonne had made the comment: "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it."

As she watched Yvonne's robe being torn away from her body, she realized that there was no sense in trying to resist any longer. The young men were going to get what they came for, and any resistance would only make it worse. Her only thought was that Donald at least had shown a little more consideration than his brother, who was holding her tightly, his one hand squeezing her breast through her robe.

She turned to him, and looked up imploringly. "Can we choose partners?" she asked timidly.

Ted stared at her and guffawed. "Well, whaddya know?" he said. "So who's your choice?"

Suzanne's eyes went over to Donald, who had been staring at her longingly, despite his arms around Carole. He caught the glance and responded.

"Donald," she whispered. "I want Donald."

Carole's eyes flashed, and Yvonne spoke up loudly.

"You little bitch," she spat out. "You don't want Donald. You probably want 'em all, you whore."

Suzanne flushed, shaken by the viciousness of the words. Donald pushed Carole forward to Ted's waiting hands, and came over to seize Suzanne, closing his lips over hers and pressing her close to his body. She felt his sex, already half-hard through his pants, and then his hands were fumbling with her robe, pulling it off her. She felt a welling-up of desire in her groin as his fingers caressed her bare back, and his mouth on hers had already begun its erotic arousal.

Clayton had undone his pants, which fell to the floor. His one hand held Yvonne, while the other freed his legs from the jeans. His penis, beginning to rise, projected from between his dark brown thighs, angry and aggressive-looking. Yvonne stared down at it, and she set her lips in a thin line.

Ted's hands had torn away Carole's robe, and he was busily sucking her breasts. It had happened so quickly, almost all at the same time, Suzanne realized afterwards. She remembered Yvonne's words of wisdom: kick 'em in the crotch; scream; run; do anything but don't give in. She realized now how so many rape cases occurred; logic and reason disappear beneath the incredible fear that paralyzes the mind and renders the body incapable.

Her pronouncement over her preference for Donald had been predicated by her instinct that the boy would treat her better than either of the other two. And if it was going to happen, she reasoned, why not let it be with the one she felt something for? At least she did feel something for Donald, while Ted and Clayton aroused only fearful aversion within her, despite her perverse thoughts about being penetrated by Clayton's massive tool.