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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc) 03/10
Disclaimer :
Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual
Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations
Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are
STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the
activities described here wouldn't be suicidal.
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Chapter 3 The Attack
The attacks stopped for awhile.
Alan quit school and went home. He would need years of
physical therapy. It was hoped that someday he would
be able to walk without canes. After the attack he had
crawled nearly 200 yards on two massively broken and
bleeding legs to get help for Yvette. He had been
found passed out, losing blood, and naked at the base
of a phone stand.
Yvette and Alan had stopped seeing each other. Like
survivors of a deadly accident they had clung to each
other for awhile after the attack. It was eventually
too painful for them to be near each other. Memories
and heartaches that no amount of tenderness could make
go away destroyed them. I had watched their quiet
meetings with my own agony. I really cared about both
of them. They were good, friends who had been ravaged
by something they couldn't hope to defeat. I had
gotten the full story, not the one released to the
press, from Alan before he moved out of our room to go
home.
Alan and Yvette had met at the Campus Aquatic Center
and Field House for a workout date. They often did
this. They swam laps together. Later they had run
laps on the Field House indoor track. After showering
they had agreed to meet and go down to the student
Union. They decided to leave by the Field House's back
exit. The back exit led to a long tunnel between and
beneath the Aquatic building and the Track building.
It had the advantage that it opened out onto the Street
that led directly to the Student Union.
They had entered the tunnel hand in hand talking and
laughing. When they had gone 80 feet or so up the
sparsely lit hall, they heard the fire doors open
behind them and then slam shut again. Alan told me
that he thought he had heard something metal clanking
on the door handles. It turned out that a bike lock
chain had been looped through the crash bars on the
door to prevent anyone else from entering the tunnel.
Alan said he had felt a little uncomfortable at that
point and had urged Yvette to walk faster towards the
other end of the tunnel. Almost immediately the light
from the other end was blocked as four large bodies
standing shoulder to shoulder entered the tunnel and
began walking the hundred feet towards them. Peering
through the dim light Alan hadn't been able to see the
faces of the hulking bodies. Touching Yvette's hands
he had caught her eye and tried to convey his worry.
Yvette also had a worried frown on her face. They both
knew something wasn't right about this.
As one, they turned and started walking back towards
the Field House only to see two more large dim figures
approaching from that direction. Alan remembered that
it was at that point that he saw that they were wearing
ski masks and he knew these were the campus attackers.
It was difficult for Alan to talk about the attack. He
said it was strange because some things seemed to
happen impossibly quickly and others happened in slow
motion. Tears ran down his face unnoticed as he
allowed himself to verbalize the nightmare that haunted
his sleep and waking hours.
As he remembered it, he had yelled at Yvette to run.
He had led the way towards the two behind them,
thinking he could make a hole for Yvette to get through
and escape. He didn't know about the bike chain.
Suddenly everyone was running. Eight bodies rushing
together. It seemed like only a second before he was
on one of the masked attackers and trying to tackle him
out of Yvette's way.
A hand he remembered as being huge and powerful had
swatted his 180 lb. 6'1" frame out of the air and
crashing into the wall. He saw stars as his forehead
met concrete. Yvette screamed and rushed to help him
and a wall of six monsters surrounded them. The agony
started soon after.
Yvette had continued to cry for help until one of the
villains punched her hard in her kidneys twice. Alan
had tried to get up but heavy boots kept kicking him in
the ribs and head. He had cried out in anger as one of
them twisted Yvette's arms behind her back. At that
point a particularly hard kick to his head made him
lose consciousness. When he came to again he was tied
and gagged with what felt like sweat socks. His
renewed cries for them to stop came out a muffled
babble.
Yvette was on her knees a sock gag in her mouth. It
was so tight the sides of her mouth were pulled back in
a terrible grin. Her hands were tied behind her back
and they had surrounded her and were arguing about what
to do next. Alan managed to lever himself up against a
wall and regain his feet. This had angered the violent
men and four of them had came over to punish him. He
tried to kick out the knee of the first one but missed,
and then they were on him
They punched him in the face and gut never giving him a
chance to defend himself. When he was tottering and
barely conscious they stripped his clothes from him.
Two of the them held him against the wall and the
largest approached and began to destroy him. He broke
Alan's nose with the first punch. When Alan spit blood
past his gag into his face the attacker seemed to
become totally enraged. He had them hold Alan's legs
out from his body. With brutal kicks and smashing
elbows he shattered the bones of Alan's leg between his
knee and ankle. Then they threw him into the wall
again, content with their work.
They turned on Yvette.
Alan would never be sure why they decided to rape
Yvette. Was it their original plan? Was it because he
had fought back? Was she just too sexy to resist. Was
it their pride, because for the first time someone was
watching them in their cruel attacks and they had to
prove how cruel and evil they could be. Why Why
WHY???? Alan would never know. Without knowing he
would never be able to release the guilt he felt.
Guilt for not being able to protect her. Guilt for
witnessing her shame. Guilt for being glad they didn't
rape him.
Knives had suddenly appeared in the hands of the
attackers. From where he sat broken and defeated
against the wall, Alan thought for just a moment they
were going to kill her. The blades flashed through the
air as they piled onto Yvette's prone body and she was
soon naked in a pile of tattered clothing.
Right then Alan remembered time seemed to slow and
nearly stop. He would later tell the police that the
attack had lasted for two or more hours. The polices
estimates based on the time they had left the gym and
Alan's later being found passed out, said the entire
attack had occurred in twenty five to thirty minutes.
The attackers had done every vile thing they could, to
Yvette. In the dim light and with his eyes swelling
shut he had watched, unable to stop them. They pulled
down their sweats and opened their jeans. They made
crude comments and roughly mauled Yvette while stroking
themselves to erection. With the knot of two sweat
socks stuffed into her mouth, Yvette had only been able
to make a keening wail through her nose. Her tears and
runny nose had sometimes made her gag and choke but
nothing had stopped the relentless attacks.
Each of the attackers raped her as the others held her
kneeling bucking body. They brutally fucked her
beautiful body. Yvette, the sweet, lovely, smiling,
young woman, was ignored.
She wasn't a person to them. She was an object. It
seemed as though these men hated something in
themselves; something which made them want to hurt her.
Alan knew this wasn't about sex, it was about rape.
Rape was an act of anger, not love or desire and these
men were very angry. They raped her vaginally and
anally repeatedly. They degraded her and told her how
much she liked having "real men" for the first time.
They told her she was a whore and a slut. They said
she loved having their cocks in her ass. They cheered
themselves for each of their atrocities. They were
animals, hurting and tearing at her pale skin even as
they shot their cum into her.
The strangest part to Alan had been the lack of emotion
the attackers had displayed. They only seemed to feel
two things, anger and arousal. To Alan it seemed as if
they had an endless supply of each.
Between periods of black haziness when Alan was sure he
was going to pass out from the pain of his legs, he
cried for Yvette.
Yvette's eyes had been pleading when the attack
started. Then wide and darting with fear. Then Crazed
with pain. Squeezed shut with humiliation. Then pain
and pain and pain and more pain; stacked up like a
rock wall against her mind, threatening to fall and
crush it. Finally, her eyes stopped moving,
intelligence gave way to blank acceptance, she escaped
somewhere inside her self where there was no more
hurting, no more evil men, no more anything.
The largest attacker, possibly their leader, had
finished his labors as horribly as he could. Two of his
accomplices held Yvette's now limp body up in the air.
The leader entered her crucified body from behind while
another attacker penetrated her vagina. While they
grunted and stroked towards another orgasm, the other
attackers slapped and punched Yvette. They wanted her
to react, they wanted her fear and humiliation. But
she couldn't react anymore. After they'd cum they
threw Yvette to the ground like a discarded rag. Alan
had feared her lack of reaction to the final rape but
he had also felt a shameful pride in Yvette that she
had managed to escape, in whatever manner she could.
The attackers collected their things. They untied both
Alan and Yvette and stuffed the socks back into their
jacket pockets. When they had ungagged Alan he had
reached for his attackers mask. He wasn't thinking
very well, or he'd have known that if he had seen their
faces they would have killed him. As it was he got
another right cross that shattered his cheek bone and
drove him into unconsciousness. When he awoke again
the attackers were gone. Yvette was in fetal position
and seemed to be barely breathing.
He had started the long task of crawling and yelling as
best he could to get help. He didn't remember even
making it out of the tunnel.
To be continued ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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