From: ronni_b@myremarq.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Thrasher Girls VIII - "Jocks" Date: Fri, 09 Jul 1999 17:04:02 GMT Heya Peeps, Well, here is Thrashers VIII .. FINALLY. I hope you enjoy this story. toodles ronni Thrasher Girls VIII "Jocks" There was an TV old show called "The Twilight Zone" that I remember watching when I was little. Every week they would do these weird stories where people would wake up and find themselves in some fucked-up alternate reality where they never existed, or they were trapped in the past or future, or everyone else on the planet had just vanished into thin air. I remember thinking those shows were pretty cool back then with that creepy "doo-da-doo-da doo-da-doo-da" music and the narrator dressed all in black. James Taylor's "Fire & Rain" is playing on the jukebox at Magic Beans now. I only know the song because moms and the step-goober listen to that oldies stuff whenever I'm in the car with them. When I go up to the jukebox to put on some REAL tunes, I can't fucking believe it. No more Toad Chokers, no more PeekABuddha - fucking James Taylor and Celine Dion. How the fuck am I supposed to read with this shit on? So I go back to my table and pass by two herman hippies sitting at the counter and talking about medical marijuana. I've been in here for three straight weeks during the day and haven't seen one face I know - not tam-tams, Mikey, Nicky, Josh or even the geeks like Manel or Cheryl. The hippie-chick behind the counter didn't even know who the fuck I was talking about when I asked. She looked at me odd, too, like it was weird to see a kid my age in there. Come to think of it, I haven't seen one fucking kid my age in this dump in three weeks. Doo-da-doo-da doo-da-doo-da .. But, heya, it's summer. I'm sure everyone's just out and about. It's not like they knew I was springing from the nuthouse. Plus, they probably all hang at night, and with my new curfew I'm in by 8:00 every night. You think someone would have heard I was home and called, though. Then again, I could always phone them I guess. But after all the bullshit that went down with nikki porno .. oh, I'm sorry Saint Nicolette the FUCKING Mormon .. I'm not sure I'm ready to get back into anyone else's life. So, I'm just going to sit here and read my serial killer book. The author has four volumes out: a veritable A-Z encyclopedia of sex, murder and mayhem. It just makes me wonder, though. Why the fuck aren't there any female serial killers? There was one lady, some truck-stop whore who snuffed a few hermans and stole their money; and then there was that lesbian girl-gang who tortured and killed that little prep bitch - but no real, Ted Bundy-esque, bad-ass, thrashing, serial killing bitch goddesses from hell. Why not? It can't be that fucking hard. I mean I could fucking do that - honestly. I'd be like Bundy was, too. I've got this fucked-up limp now and my new cane, and I look all vulnerable. I'd choose some Bible-boy, too, maybe one of those church youth group leaders who act like they're all Mr. Understanding when all they really want is a taste of all the young puss that's hanging around at Bible Camp. Or, better yet, I'd choose one of those TV preachers who's always acting so high and Almighty. I'd go to one of those big hoe-down church services they have, and I'd dress all church-girlie and sit in a wheelchair in the front row and pretend they healed me so I could walk. Then afterward, I'd wait for them out in the parking lot and start my best Bundy shit -- "Oh, please, could you help me lift this big heavy wheelchair into my car? I'm so weak and fragile .." Then, when he had his back turned, I'd jab him in the ass with a syringe of pure Demerol, and when he woke up a few hours later he'd be chained up to this massive torture table. "Ugglp!" he'd cry out under his leather hood. "You want that mouth flap open, bitch?" I'd tease him. "Ygglp!" he'd wail. "Pleaglp!" "Okay, then, bitch," I'd sneer, unzipping the mouth and eye flaps. Then he'd be staring right in the face of foot-long, black strap-on as it hovered right there in front of his terrified, whimpering face. "You wanted it!" Then I'd beat his face with the black dildo. "You like that big black dick, don't you, bitch?" I'd keep taunting him while I pried open his lips and made him suck on the black rubber dick. "Nooo .." he'd gasp before I started choking him with the big rubber cock. I'd jam it all the way in, to, just to see his eyes bulge out and hear him gasp and gag on it. "How's that, preacher boy?" I'd take a pack of cigarettes, then, and start putting them out on his dick and balls one at a time. "Welcome to Loserville, bitch!" I'd say each time one of the butts fizzed out and seared into his skin. "Population, one fucking dick-sucking, pain-toy bitch!" When he was sufficiently beaten and burned down to a quivering mass of useless man-flesh, I'd smear my big black rubber strap-on dick with an oily substance containing tiny shards of broken glass. Then I'd bend the Preacher Man's ass over a pommel horse and make him spread his own flabby butt cheeks. "Beg me for it, bitch," I'd order him, sticking him over and over with a cattle until he gripped his sorry white butt flaps and made his sphinx pucker for me. "Fuck my fat white ass!" Preacher Man would start howling as I jammed his cherry butthole with the dildo, slicing it to bloody ribbons on the shards of broken glass. "Jack off your dick for me while I fuck your fat white ass, you queer bitch!" I'd keep yelling at him while I raped his ass raw with the black rubber dick. When he finally came, I'd make him lick his own cum off the floor, then I'd strap him back to the table on his back and smother him to death by sitting on his fucking face while he ate my puss to like twenty cums. Oh yeah, and I'd film the whole thing, too, just like Leonard Lake and Paul Bernardo did. Then I'd send the tape to his Pray TV network and post mpegs from it on alt.snuff.canibalism. Let the fucking cops chew on that! They'd never fucking find me, either. I could travel across the country like fucking ronni lee lucas - the skankho' killer, the femme avenger. I'd find some self-righteous, Promise Keeper herman thumping his fucking Bible and upholding his family values. He'd take one look at my teenage ass, though, and throw Chay-sus out the fucking window for a chance to get his shriveled-up dick sucked. Then they'd find him weeks later with his King James shoved up his fucking asshole and his severed dick crammed down his "Praise the Lord" throat. They'd have to write a whole fucking book on me after that, especially if I got the body count high, like maybe twenty or so. The whole time I could be writing letters to the cops, too, like the Joker or something -- "Riddle me this, PIGS..? What do you call a razor-studded black dildo shoved up a famous evangelist's ripped asshole? Answer - A Billy Graham Cracker!" Maybe I'd send them the guy's testicles in a McDonald's Happy Meal box. Let's see how fucking smart they are then. "Ronni?!" I look up from my book, recognizing the voice immediately. "Tams!" I laugh. "Shit, I was starting to think I was lost in the Twilight Zone or something around here. What the fuck happened to everyone? Where is everyone?" I look all around the empty coffee bar. "We don't hang here anymore," tams kind of looks around before she sits down. "I thought you knew that. Didn't anyone tell you?" "I .. uh .. I've kind of been away ..?" "Oh, yeah, right ..?" she looks at my cane. "Your leg still busted up?" "Yeah, but it's no big deal," I add quickly. "Doesn't even fucking hurt today. I just like carrying this rad cane I found at the thrift." I lift up the handle slightly to show her the short knife sheathed inside. "I made some modifications." "Cool .." "So what's been happening? What happened here?" "New owner, some hippie guy and his wife. They started having the cops bust all the kids for curfew every night. So we just quit hanging out, you know." "What's it like at night?" I ask. "I've only been back here during the day." "They got the lot cleared out, too," tams kind of smiles. "If you know what I mean." I do. No more Lincoln. No more easy shit even if I wanted any. "So what are you doing here now then?" "I get my hair done down the street. I stopped in for a fat-free muffin." "No new tatts?" I check her out for any new body art. "Nah, I .. I just haven't been doing that anymore, you know ." "You DO know about nikki porno right?" I ask. "Oh, yeah!" tams screws up her face. "She came by with her Bible-buddies one night when we were still hanging up here. You should have seen Josh. He went fucking ballistic." "I can imagine," I laugh. "By the way, what's up with him .. and Mikey and Nicky? I haven't seen anyone since I got back, except NICOLETTE and now you." "I don't know," she shakes her head. "Mikey and I broke up awhile back." "You guys broke up?" The idea is total cognitive dissonance. "What the fuck happened?" "Loser," she whines, then presses her fingers to her forehead and makes one of those annoying "L" shaped gestures. "Total Loser." "Shit, I'm .. that's so weird. I thought you guys were like totally in love." "Him? No way .." she shakes her head like can't even remember sucking Mikey's dick. "He was a phase. That was so totally freshman." "So do you see anybody anymore?" "No, they're all losers. Josh got all weird." "What do you mean?" Okay, so I'm curious. I did fuck the guy for awhile, you know. "You know how he was always Mr. Politics," she explains. "Well, he really started tripping on that shit. Him and Nicky don't even hang out together anymore. He hangs out at this place up on Davis with the skins." "Josh is a skin?" "Oh, yeah! You should see him. They hang out on the corner of Davis and 65th handing out these stupid flyers to their stupid concerts. Him and Sean are in some kind of Oi band now .." "You are fucking kidding me? Josh the Commie is a fucking skin?" "Like I said, ronn - total losers, all of them," she pauses. "Listen, I've gotta run, okay, but .." she pauses again, and then she kind of smiles. "Listen, do you want to hang some night? We all go up to this country club out in Clearwater on Wednesday nights .." "Clearwater? You go out to a country club in quo-ville?" "It's cool. My boyfriend Dave works there on the golf course, and they have this big ballroom, and every week on Wednesday they do this Rock and Roll night deal, and the owner needs to make money, so he lets us all in and we can drink and shit all night." "He lets you guys drink?" "No one is in there except for us. We get like thirty or forty kids going, and since it's like a private club they never get busted by the cops or anything. The DJ plays cool music, and we party til 2 or 3 AM sometimes. You can drink anything you want, too, no hassle." "Any shit?" "No .. ah .. no one's really into that shit anymore." She wrinkles her nose slightly. "Plenty of booze, though. I mean plenty of booze. You can drink Absolut all night if you want. The guys all buy, so it doesn't cost a cent." "I .. uh, you know .. since I got back, I can't go out at night. New rules and shit." "Shit, ronn, just tell your mom it's a Teen Dance at a country club out in Clearwater. She'll let you go. These aren't freak kids like you were hanging with before. She'll let you go." "Wednesday?" "Yeah, call me, and we'll pick you up. I really gotta go. Bye-ya .." She got up and ran out without her muffin. Country club? Clearwater? Different, yeah, but maybe not TOO bad. Tams looked good, though. A little preppy maybe, but she always did, even when she was hanging with us. All her little jock friends are probably sooo cute, too, all stupid, and horny and oh-so corruptible. It's almost too easy. Nikki and I will .. Shit! I keep forgetting. There is no nikki porno now. There's just me .. and tams I guess. Maybe this won't be so bad. Like moms says, "people change." Nikki becomes a Mormo, tams a prep. Josh a skin - why not ronni the country club quo-vert? All those hard jock cocks and sweet preppy pusses. A thrasher grl can do a helluvalot worse. "You had a call," moms tells me as soon as I get in the door. It's almost five. I'd been reading up at Magic Beans all day until the Step-Goober picked me up. Now he's pulling the car in the garage and the Peanut is setting the table. I go to the fridge and poor myself a glass of OJ. I see four carrots on the cutting board along with a knife, and get to work, hacking them up like little hard dicks. Moms smiles because she doesn't have to ask or tell me to help her with dinner. Since I'm back home now, I just do domestic shit like this to avoid hassle. I also figure the good-daughter brownie points will add up, too, if I want to go out and hang with tams on Wednesday. Ronni the Reformed. Whatever?! "Don't you want to know who it was?" moms asks, almost a little annoyed. She's not real big on ambivalence. "Sure, I'll play," I reply. "You want me to guess?" "It was nikki," the Peanut butts in with a smile. "I talked to her." "What the f .. um .. heck did she want?" I catch myself. "She wants you to call her," the Nut tells me as Step-Goober walks in. "Who wants you to call her?" Step-Goober asks, snatching a carrot chip from the cutting board. He's been Mr. Concerned Dad lately after talking to the shrink. I guess you don't get many gold stars for being a non-entity. "Saint Nicolette," I snap. "Don't you mean 'Latter Day Saint' Nicolette?" he jokes .. a real member of the Quip Squad he is. I laugh with him because it's easier that way. Otherwise he'll think I didn't get his little witticism, and then he'd be obliged to explain it to me. "Nikki sounds different," the Nut observes. "She's weird." You don't know the half of it, little brother. "Maybe you should call her after supper," moms offers. "I don't think so," I shake my head. All I told moms was that nikki and I aren't talking anymore because she's a Jesus Freak. I didn't tell her about fucking nikk's Mormo boyfriend and turning him into a cocksucker. "Well, that's up to you," she kind of half-smiles. "You two were such good friends, though, it's just hard to believe you have NOTHING in common anymore." "Well, we don't," I finish slicing the carrots. "I'm going to go upstairs and jump online for a few minutes before dinner, okay ..?" I ask. "We're eating at 5:15," moms tells me as I head upstairs. I boot up, log on, and go to my web mail. Three messages in my inbox. Two are spam, one is from my peep Stahrrman. I'm just about to open it when I hear the phone ring. A second later the peanut is yelling "Ronni!" at the top of his lungs. I pick up my cordless. "You got me, go for it .." I talk into the receiver as I start typing a reply to Stahrrzy. "Hey, ronn, what's up ..?" a guy's voice asks. "Nicky?" "Hey, I heard you were back." "Yeah, for like three weeks already. Thanks for calling, you butt-muncher." "I've been .. I didn't .. shit, you know how it is." "Yeah, I'm starting to. I just ran into tam-tams today. Shit, what the fuck happened to her?" "She went over to the Dark Side," Nicky imitated Darth Vader. "Definitely." "You been hanging anywhere? I mean I haven't seen you around either." "They keep me in at night - you know, probation. I'm going to try and get out on Wednesday and go out with tams. Some country club or something .." "Tell me you're NOT going to hang with those fucking lumps," he sounds extremely agitated. "What's your prob. Tams says its free booze all night." "Those fucking jocks are fucking Nazis, ronni. Listen to me. Why don't you just hang with me and nikki .." "YOU & nikki? Saint Nicolette the Mormo? You mean she got to you, too." "It ain't like that, ronni. Listen to me. You .." "I gotta go, Nicky. Nice try, Bible Boy. Shit! Get a fucking life!" SLAM! Fuck them. Fuck them both in the fucking ear! Moms is letting me go to the country club. Tams was right. I told her it was Teen Dance out in quo-ville, and she only hesitated about an hour before telling me I could go. I'm waiting for tams and some chick to pick me up. I decided to go thrash-prep-hippie tonight - tight white tummy T-shirt, my new pair of bell-bottoms, sandles, with my hair all down and a white elastic slut-tie around my wrist for when I want to put my hair back later. BEEP!! I look out my window, and I see tams in the front seat of a Volvo parked in my drive. A fucking Volvo! "I'm outta here!" I call to moms as I head down the stairs, picking up my cane from the foyer table. "Have a good time, dear!" moms calls out after me as I close the front door and head down the drive. "Looking good, girlfriend!" tams laughs when I crawl in the backseat. "This is Molly," she points to the prep-bitch driving. This chick is totally blonde MTV Beach Party. "Heya," I nod to the prep-bitch. "Hi," she smiles back. "Woooooo! Rock & roll!" tams screams into the night as we pull out the drive and head down my street. "Tammy tells me you were in the DH," blondie makes conversation. "The nuthouse actually," I reply. "You know, where they put all the psycho-bitches and future serial killers." "You used to hang out with Nikki Cooperman, didn't you?" she asks, as if she can't believe it. "Yeah," I nod. "A long fucking time ago." "Total loser," tams butts in. "So tell me," I ignore her. "Who're the hot guys at this place?" They giggle. It is SOOO annoying. I could slip the blade out of my cane right now and slit their preppy throats before they even had a chance to scream. For some reason, I draw comfort in that thought. "You have to check out Horst," tams keeps giggling. "What the fuck is a Horst?" I ask. "We call him 'horse', if you know what I mean," blondie giggles. "He's like huge," tams explains like I'm a retard. "Bigger than all the nigger cocks you sucked behind the coffee bar?" I ask. Silence. Score one for ronni. "Any other hot guys?" I ask after a very awkward minute. "Plenty," tams kind of huffs at me. "You'll see." The rest of the way there, we talk about school next year and Belgium, where blondie is going to spend her junior year abroad with the Foreign Exchange program. As far as I'm concerned, they can have her stuck-up white ass. I hope she chokes on a fucking waffle. When we finally reach the country club, I can't wait to get out of the car. I follow them inside and pay the $5 admission at the door. The herman who takes the money is short, bald, in his 50s, and all eyes and hands with tams and blondie. "You ladies look so lovely tonight," he slobbers as he mauls them. Major Herman City! After they do all the huggy-how-ya'-doin' crap and let him cop some feels, he moves on me. "And who do we have here?" he drools. "I'm Rhonda," I smile and stick out my face like I want to kiss him. "Could you smooch me here?" I ask, tilting the left side of my face to him. "I still have a few herpos over here," I lick the right side of my lips. "Ah .. sure .." he makes it REAL QUICK, not even a peck. Seconds later, we're working our way into the hall. Tams and blondie are laughing their asses off. "Shit, how come we never thought of that?" blondie Belgium girl asks. "I don't know," I laugh to myself. "Maybe it could have something to do with the fact that you're dumber than used Kleenex." The music is already going full blast, and there are about thirty kids hanging at the back tables of the hall and another five or six on the dance floor. The DJ is playing some Hole, so it isn't TOO bad. I guess this is the jock version of thrashing. Wonder if the DJ has any REAL music. We scoot into one of the tables, and this guy is on me right away. His name is Darren. Big, tall, blonde, golf shirt. He offers to get me what I want at the bar, and I tell him Absolute and cranberry. He leaves, and two more guys are on me. One of them is Horst, who is a big red-haired jock who reminds me of Richie on Happy Days. The other is Todd Petrokowski, the jock asshole who nikki porno beat up in the cafeteria on that famous day when my whole life turned to shit. What the fuck is he doing here? What the fuck is tams hanging out with his sorry white-boy ass for? My drink appears before I even have a chance to tell Petro to go fuck himself. I haven't had booze or anything mind-altering in such a long time .. over half a fucking year. I just blot everything out for a second and slam it down, savoring the cool energy as it slides down my throat into my tummy. Refreshed and suddenly alert, I start listening to the meaningless jock-prattle blathering around me. Bored in about 12 seconds, I find myself scoping out the hall and checking out the DJ. She's in her late 30s, very sharp, dressed in black stretch pants, a white ruffly blouse, and a fake tuxedo vest with gold lame' stitching. Then I notice someone .. a girl, maybe 14 or 15 .. wearing the same exact outfit. She appears to be working with the DJ. She is ABSOLUTELY HOT! - tall, long brown hair, a bod like Jennifer Love Hewitt. "I'm gonna check out the DJ," I tell tams, picking up my cane and crossing the dance floor. "Heya!" I smile at the HOT GIRL when I get up to the bandstand. "Hi," she smiles back. "Do you have any REAL rap stuff?" I ask. "REAL rap stuff?" she asks back, kind of laughing. "Yeah, like Busta Nut or Coltrane Wreck?" I answer. "You know, the REAL shit." "Mom?" the girl looks back to the DJ. Shit, the DJ is her fucking mother. Oh well, looks like this little slice won't be licking my puss tonight. "'Fool Killin' Dope Fiend' all right?" the DJ holds up a Busta Nut CD. "Shit, you got that?" I ask, amazed and impressed. "What do you want to hear?" she nods. "Shit, anything I guess." I look back to TOTALLY HOT GIRL!! She can't be more than 15. Her bod is so trim she looks like a comic-book drawing, like she should be in the X-Men or something. I mean she is that flawless. "You dance?" I ask her. "Yeah," she smiles, then looks up at her mom. "Can I go dance, mom?" The DJ looks me over again, smiles and nods. TOTALLY HOT GIRL jumps off the bandstand, and we walk out to the dance floor. "What's wrong with your leg?" she notices the cane. "Busted it up in a car accident," I tell her. "Cool cane," she smiles. "I'm ronni," I don't know what else to say. "I'm Jessie .. that's my mom," she says after a long pause. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out," I turn to her when the CD changes. "Zero Hour" by Busta Nut starts playing. It's about this guy who buys a gun and he's talking to himself about using it in a drive-by. "You like this?" I ask. "Yeah," she nods, getting into the beat. A second later, she just starts taking off. I just stop and watch her dance. I think everyone in the world just stops and watches. I mean this grl is just so FUCKING INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS and YOUNG and HOT. Her hips meld with the rhythm, and she takes it over, trapping it inside her body until she IS the rhythm, like if she stopped dancing the music would just stop .. like all music everywhere would just STOP. Then she raises her arms, lunges in and smiles at me. "Come on," she laughs, nudging my inert hips into movement. Her breath grazes my cheek, and I just pee my panties. She keeps bumping her hips into me playfully, and we start laughing like we're the only two sentient beings in the entire cosmos. Before I know it, she takes my cane and starts doing this kind of slut-majorette-baton-twirling thing with it. I am so wet all over, I can't tell my sweat from puss juice. It is like her whole essence has totally soaked into every pore of my being. Time stands still .. I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING!! .. and then the world comes colliding back around my ears when the song shifts to some lame-ass Greenday rip-off shit. "You wanna sit down?" she asks. "Mmm hm .." I still can't take my eyes off her presence. "How old are you?" I ask suddenly when we collapse at a table. "I'll be fifteen in November," she answers as if she was expecting the question. "You are THE best dancer I have ever seen," I blurt without thinking. "I mean REALLY!" I add, sounding even more pathetic. "Thanks," her whole body just smiles. "I'm ronni," I tell her. "I know," she giggles. But it's not like one of tams' or blondie's preppy, chalkboard-scratching giggles. It sends fireworks across the space between us. "You already told me." "Oh," I feel SO stupid. What the fuck is wrong with me? Snap out of it, ronni .. NOW! Shit! I blew it. I fucking blew it! Why am I such stupid twat sometimes? FUCK! Fuck myself!! "You want to dance some more later?" she asks, TOTALLY innocent. How can she have no idea I absolutely worship her? Can't she see the fucking drool dripping down my chin? "Um .. yeah .. uh .. sure .." Good, ronni, that's real fucking smooth. FUCK me! "I'd better go back and help my mom," she squeezes my hand. "She's teaching me how to DJ. I'm thinking about doing kids parties, you know, like school dances and stuff. My mom's gonna let me use her equipment. Do you know how much money I can make?" she just keeps talking, and I could listen to her forever. "Like $200 just for spinning records." "That would be so cool," I can't believe how moronic I sound. She is going to think I am SO Downs Syndrome. "I'll talk to you in a bit," she slides out of the chair. As she glides like a swan, I watch her hips take my entire life back across the dance floor and up to the bandstand. "Hey, we're going out on the back porch," tams and blondie are suddenly at my side. "Come on." They practically have to drag me up and across the floor. Someone puts a another Absolute and cran in my hands, and I start swigging. The mob moves me back into the hall and out these swinging doors into a whole other room. We're on an enclosed deck now that looks out over a small lake. Outside, on the patio, a bunch of guys are sitting around slamming beers. Tams and blondie drag me through the patio door and suddenly I'm outside, the cool night air tingling all the sweat on my body in tiny, chilly shockwaves. "Hey, ronni," Darren shoots me a smile and motions me over to his bench. Before I can move, tams and blondie push me over there, and I plop down. "You want some?" he raises a full bottle of Absolut from the floor and hands it to me. I down the rest of my drink, set the glass down, and start swigging the Abs straight from the bottle. Another guy sits down next to me, squeezing me in between him and Darren. I turn and it's fucking Petro! "I always heard you liked to party," Petro slobbers before I have a chance to say anything. He slides his arm around me and grabs hold of my tits through my T-shirt. "Tams's told us all about you," he pinches my nipple, and I try to squirm away. "You're a real party girl, huh ..?" "Fuck you, asshole," I laugh, pushing him back and taking another big swig of Abs. My head is totally gone. I haven't had booze in months, and I'm starting to get real wrecked. "No, fuck you, cunt!" he grabs my arm again and twists me back into him. I try to push away again, but his grip is a lot stronger this time. His other hand is now lifting up my T, and he slaps my tummy hard when I start squirming again. "Get your fucking hands off .." I try to shout, but the other guy, Darren, slaps his hand across my mouth. He's starting to tear at me, too, his fingers popping my jeans open and tugging them down past my hips, down my thighs. "Sit still, bitch!" Petro snarls in my ear as he pulls up my T- and starts pinching my tits through my bra. "That's it, Todd," tams' voice cuts through. "She likes it rough. Don't you, ronni?" she jeers at me. "Remember? Fucking bitch is a fucking slut, I told you," she keeps laughing. "A real fucking slut," blondie chimes in while I try to fight off the two Neandra-fucks and get to my cane. "That's it, cunt, fight some more," Petro is laughing his ass off as he pops my boobs out of my bra and starts slapping them. "Get her jeans off Darren," he barks, tugging hard on my nip rings. "Oh, boy," he starts really cracking up. "Now you've had it. Here comes the Horse!" Someone grabs my head and cranks my neck around so that I think it's going to snap. I keep kicking, but my good leg is pinned, and my bad leg is just flapping around like a broken wing. A pair of hands smash my face into some guy's crotch. My cheeks burn against the denim and I feel the sharp prick of his zipper. Petro starts rubbing my face against the guy's crotch, and I feel the zipper start tug down against my chin. I keep reaching for my cane, for the blade inside, but it's just out of my reach. "You want this, bitch?" tams' voice cuts through the haze in my brain, and I see her skinny hand snatch the cane away. She pops out the handle and shows everyone the blade hidden inside. "The little slut was going for this." "Fuck the little thrasher slut," blondie hisses, grabbing my arms and rendering them immobile. "Rape her cunt!" "How does it feel, ronni?" tams kisses me on the cheek and then bites my lips hard til I taste blood. "Remember? Remember?" "Fucking cunt!" I manage to gasp before the guy named Horse shoves his dick in my mouth. IT IS HUGE, at least it feels huge with my brain fried on the Abs. FUCK YOU! I try to bite down on the guy's meat, but I feel the blade from my cane tickle against my throat now. Tams presses it into my neck and starts petting my hair. "Suck his cock, slut! Suck it like the fucking slut you are!" she sneers. "Suck it good! Come on, slut, SUCK IT!" "Fuck you, you fucking c .." I cry out before Horse slams his prick hard down my throat again. Then there's a sharp pain on my tits and I realize Petro is biting my nips. I'm numb from the Abs, but not that numb. I'm thrashing around trying to get free, when I feel Darren's hand slice into my panties and plow up my puss. "She's wet all right," he announces, withdrawing his hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch it glistening in the moonlight. "Fucking slut loves it." He goes back to finger fucking my puss before he jabs his whole fucking hand in and starts twisting it around. I try to pull away. He's ramming his whole hand up there. I try to yank away again. He slaps my ass, then kidney punches me. "Come on, bitch, sit still." "Suck it, cunt!" Horse spits in my face and rams his cock back down my throat. "Shit, I thought you were supposed to be some kind of superslut or something. What's wrong, can't you take it, slut? Can't you take a little cock down your fucking throat?" I can't breathe. His cock is lodged in my windpipe and he's just holding it there. Meanwhile, Petro and some other Neandra-fuck are pulling my tits apart. Each one has his fingers looped in one of nip rings, and they are just tearing them apart. "Give her some dick, Darren," blondie's voice cuts through the haze. "That's it. Give the bitch some dick doggie style." I don't even feel his cock enter my puss at first, but then he slams his hips against my ass and starts pounding me like a rag doll. I'm flopping all around. Petro is biting my tits again, and Horse is fucking my face, pulling my mouth down over his cock by my hair. "Hey, go get Jessie," tams tells someone. "Tell her ronni wants to talk to her out here. Quick!" Horse takes his dick out of my mouth. "Anybody else want any of this shit?" he calls to the growing crowd of Neandra-fucks. "I'll take some," a new voice calls out before yanking my mouth to his dick by my hair. "See if she can take two cocks in there," tams squeals. "Horse, shove your cock in there, too, and double fuck her mouth. She likes lots of cock in her mouth, don't you, ronni ..? Remember? Remember all the FUN we used to have? Remember all the games you and nikki used to play with me? I just wish I had nikki porno's slut ass here, too. Payback is a bitch, isn't it, slut?" I can't say a word, not with the new guy's dick shoved in my mouth and Horse trying to pry my lips open and stuff his cock back inside. "You want it up the ass now, slut?" Darren slaps my ass hard, and all I can do is whimper. "Is that a 'yes'?" he laughs, taking his dick out of my puss and spanking it against my labes. "Spread your ass cheeks for us, slut," he orders with another slap. "Spread them like a slut who wants her asshole raped." "Fuck you, you fucking cocksucker!" I manage to spit before the dicks re-submerge in my throat. "You're going to spread them, ronni!" tams hisses in my ear as she dances the blade across my eyelid. As my vision clouds over with blood, I realize the fucking skinny cunt has drawn blood. "Spread your ass cheeks so Darren can rape your butt!" Blondie loosens her grip on my arms and pulls them back to my ass. "Nice ass, slut," she laughs as she places my palms on my cheeks. "Now spread it like a slut so he can fuck your ass." "Do it, ronni!" tams spits in my eye. I grip my butt and pull my cheeks apart, suddenly aware that I am crying. The tears are mixing with the blood in my eyes and burning my pupils like sunburn. I am crying and blubbering, completely out of control. My body and mind just shut down, and all that's left is my soul -- shriveled up in a dark corner of the universe .. crying. JUST CRYING! I sob around the two cocks shoved in my mouth and feel Darren slice into my butt crack. My sphinx holds out for about ten seconds of excruciating pain as he tries to wedge inside and blast me open. I can barely feel the flesh inside my ass tear away as he crouches over me, gets up on his feet, and then butts his hips forward. His balls slap into my puss crack, and I can feel the hair on his nut sack scratching and rubbing my labes. "Can you get your cock up the slut's cunt?" tams asks Petro. "I want to see her fucked in every hole - her ass, mouth and cunt." "Fucking slut!" Petro sneers as he works down his jeans and then jabs his cock into my stomach. He keeps ramming his cockhead into my tummy, missing my puss repeatedly as Darren and blondie scoot my hips up and try to aim my puss at the proper angle. "How's that feel slut?" he finally taunts me in triumph as he stabs up between my labes and fills my puss with his brutal cock. "Now jack off on her face!" tams tells another guy, and before I can flinch I feel a warm splash of splooge slap my cheek. "You, too, that's it, cum on the little slut's face!" tams howls while another and then another Neandra-fuck unloads a cum smear across my face. I can feel the guys rubbing their dicks off in my hair when I hear voices at the patio entrance. "Where's ron ..?" a voice blurts, then suddenly cuts off. NO, NOT HER. NOT my TOTALLY HOT GIRL. NOT NOW! "Here she is, Jessie," tams laughs and pulls my mouth away from the two cocks fucking my face. "Don't you want to say, hi, to Jessie, ronni?" "Hwwllpp," I try to gasp a plea for help, but Horse's cock sinks right between my lips as I start to speak. My eyes lock with Jessica, and the look she returns is one of disgust and horror. "Doesn't she look great?" tams asks Jessica. "Ronni is a real fucking slut. Aren't you, ronn?" "Here's what you wanted, slut!" Horse grunts, taking his cock out of my mouth and covering my face and eyes with cum. I try to pull away, but blondie grabs my hair and holds me in place, making me take all of it. The other guy in my mouth starts cumming, too, and it all starts dribbling out the corners of my mouth while I fight for air. Through all the blood and cum in my eyes, I watch Jessica turn around and run off the back porch. Before I can scream anything, another dick shoves inside my mouth, and I feel Darren shoot deep in my ass. Petro is bouncing me up and down on his dick and tugging at my nip rings. Blondie lifts my ass up, and another guy crams his dick between my butt cheeks. Tams yanks my mouth off the cock, and pours another big swig of Abs down my throat til I gag on it. Then the cock rams right back down my throat. My mind spins out of control. Sometime later, I am aware of being turned over and laid on my back. My legs are spread apart and someone fucks my puss while someone else sits on my stomach and slides his dick between my tits. Another guy sits on my face and presses his asshole right up to my mouth. Lick my ass, slut," the guy grunts. "Rim my ass like a fucking whore!" "Fuck her!" tams keeps cheering. "Fuck the little slut. Remember, ronni? Remember?" How long this all lasts I don't really know. They crowd around me and gape and gnaw at my body like a pride of lions shredding a gazelle. As they tear away inside me, my body just melts, then shatters in fragments like a clay pot before slowly drying up and blowing away. I am trampled like a dirt stain. I feel the jaws of absolute darkness close in around me .. "Get the fuck away from her!" That voice, it can't be .. HER. The voice sears across my eyes with a tidal wave of light. I can't make out the shadowy figures slicing through the blinding glare, separating the mass of bodies congealed around me. I feel weight lifted off me, pulled out from inside me .. my as, my puss, my mouth. I hear shouts, screams, and the sound of footsteps padding like animals into the darkness. "Ronni! Ronni!" That voice .. oh, my God, that voice. HER! "Get her the fuck out of here!" a man's voice barks. It's the herman from the country club, the one with the hands. "Get this piece of trash off my property." "It's all right, ronni." That voice. HER! "We're going to get you out of here. Come on, my little warrior princess. Let's get you the fuck out of here." "You missed the party, nikki porno!" tams' voice scalds my ear drums, scampering like a moving target into the night. "You're fucking dead, tams!" the voice shrieks. "You are SO fucking dead!" "Is she going to be all right?" another voice asks. Nicky?? "We need to get in her to the car. Cherry, you and Manel get her legs. Nicky help me with her shoulders. Try not to move her too roughly. Come on .." "Get that whore off my property," the herman keeps shouting. "Get her the hell out of here before I call the cops." "Go ahead, asshole," the VOICE spits. "Why don't you just fucking go ahead .." Light floods back into my skull, like a sudden pair of headlights cutting through a dark windshield during a thunderstorm. Then complete white-out. Nothing but a flurry of crazed light. "Ronni?" "Is she going to be all right?" Nicky's voice. "We should take her to the hospital, nikki. We should .." "Ronni?" "I'm all right," I sputter, taking all my strength to say three words. "We need to go to the police," the voice is Manel's. I haven't heard it in months, but I can't forget it. "We need to take her to the hospital and go to the police. She was raped!" "Do you think they're going to believe that?" nikki snaps back. "Do you think the fucking cops are ever going to believe that? Believe her? Do you think that fucking herman at the country club is ever going to admit to anything? Those fucking jocks probably all have alibis out their assholes now. All the cops will do is throw her back in the nuthouse again. Do you fucking want that?" "But she could need a doctor," Cherry's voice suddenly speaks up. "She could be seriously injured." "Doctors mean cops," nikki hisses back. "No cops .." I manage to croak. "No doctors." My vision clears for a second, and I scan where I am. It's Nicky's house, his room. Nikki Porno is leaning over me, and I suddenly feel her hand stroking my forehead. Nicky is on my other side, and Manel and Cherry are sitting on the floor. Everyone is crying. "My cane!" I say without thinking. "Got it, ronn," nikki lifts it up and pulls out the handle so I can see the blade inside. "I ripped it out of that skinny little cunt's hands before I kicked her in the fucking tits. Fucking little cunt ran away like a fucking little scared cunt rabbit .." "It's you," I gasp, cutting her off. "It's you .." I start crying now, along with everyone. "It's you .." I just repeat over and over again. "It's you .." "Of course it's me, bitch," nikki kisses my cheek. "Who the fuck else is going to save your sorry little thrasher ass?" "I love you nikki .." "Get some sleep, bitch," she kisses my lips. "Don't leave, nikki, please .." "I ain't going anywhere," she lays her head down against my breasts. "I'll be right here when you get up. I promise."