FREEDOM: Class Warfare

FREEDOM: Class Warfare

Part Three

Hope

By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)

Thoughts?  Encouragement? Email me at Razor7826@hotmail.com.  I’m always interested in hearing from my readers.

This story in no way reflects the views of the author.  It is intended for the eyes of legal adults only.

       Perhaps the worst consequence will be the effect it will have on the public psyche.  Horrible sexual crimes will grow to be thought of as a business.  People that would otherwise good and harmless lives will use these laws as justification for crimes that exist distinctly outside their scope.

       And what of the future generations?  For two hundred years, we’ve insisted that all men are created equal.  But how can a society promote that view when it allows slavery of any kind?

       It’s all deeply troubling.

       -Richard Kimmel, Professor of Sociology, Placid State University

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       Cum pooled with blood and soaked the plain white sheets beneath Gwyn Thyme’s thighs.  It had been over half-a-day since her betrayal by Angelica Chenowitz, and her captors had given the six-foot-two outfielder nary a rest from what they laughingly referred to as ‘psychological warfare’.   They filmed every moment of her defilement, speaking of their actions in purely business terms—instead of fucking her, described the deed as “using the prisoner.”  Instead of admitting to themselves they were doing it of the their own lustful glee, they insisted they were “making propaganda.”

       She knew why they clung to such superficialities, for it was the same reason that had made her and her classmates hate the students of Seven Saints High School.  For all their claims about morality, and their venomous contempt for the decadent upper class, they were as sinful and filthy as the rest of humanity.  Gwyn had always suspected that they were a bunch of perverts beneath their rosaries and Sunday best, and her treatment confirmed it.  They spoke of it as if it were their job, but she knew the truth—they enjoyed it.  They loved every single minute of using and abusing her defenseless body.  They called it business, but it was rape and torture, pure and simple.

       “Stop it!” screamed Judy Goodheart as she pushed her way through the crowd of men that surrounded their prey.  The class president threw herself between the sobbing mess of a woman that lay on the bed and the next in line.  “What has gotten into you all?” she screamed.

       Her thin presence was no deterrent to the men’s hormones.  The man in front pushed her to the side and undid the buckle of his belt as he crawled onto the bed.

       “No!  You can’t do this!” yelled Judy.  She dove at the would-be rapist but was effortlessly ignored, her tiny fists unable to break the men’s focus on their prey.  Her words plead for a halt to their sins and evils, but they fell on deaf ears.

       In the distance of Gwyn’s line of sight, she could see the rest of the Seven Saints women, lingering in the hall, too timid and nervous to stand up to their demented teammates.

       Judy Goodheart continued to beg and plea for an end to the horrible sex crime.   “We need to attack!  We can win this game as it is… all we need to do is stick together and strike now!  So, please, stop this!”

       But still they ignored her.  She kneeled beside the bed and touched her right hand to the stream of tears that trailed from the corners of Gwyn’s eyes and whispered through pained and feeble sobs, “I’m sorry.”

       Though it cheered Gwyn to know not all of the Seven Saints students were monsters, the unending violation between her legs robbed the meaning of their compassion.  Judy soon retreated from the chambers, leaving Gwyn Thyme to the ravenous teenagers.

       During those long hours on her back on that small barracks cot, she could do nothing but stare off to her right and accept the constant stream of men as they crawled between her legs and pumped her with their cocks.  She could feel each violent thrust as it tore into her body, but she was completely incapable of fighting back.  Violated, exhausted, and pained, her thoughts constantly turned to Angelica the betrayer, the girl that had plucked the tag from her collar and doomed her to this fate.

       What did she do to deserve it?  What could she have done differently to escape that newfound hell?  For years Angelica Chenowitz had lingered around the popular cliques of Rowan Prep as an unwanted wannabe.  Though the overwhelming majority of her cruel torment came at the hands of the elitist Elizabeth Monseto, Gwyn could only wish that her hands were clean, but they were not.

       And, as her torture continued, something deep down inside Gwyn’s cold heart felt as if she deserved what was happening to her.  However, she did not know the other acts of retribution that dangled above her soul.

       Hours later, after her rapists had moved onto the newest prey, a shadowy figure approached through the darkness.  It moved slowly and deliberately, as if not wanting to be seen or heard by Gwyn’s captors. 

       Could it be a rescuer, a teammate that could not watch Gwyn’s torture any longer?  Her hopes soared for a brief moment before crashing back to Earth upon the identity of the man before her:  Sean Oak, resident scum bag of Seven Saints High School.

       “Hello, my sweet,” he whispered as he gently brushed back Gwyn’s long brown hair.  “Remember me?”

       It was hard for her to get.  Not only had he already raped her twice that day, but he had haunted her for years prior, a not-so secret admirer that crossed countless lines in the pursuit of his purported love.  She grunted disapprovingly. 

       He placed his right index finger to her lips.  “Silence, my Gwynevere.  We have much to discuss.”

       Something did not seem right.  It was as if he no longer pretended to be sane, no longer wished for Gwyn to like him.  “Do you remember that time at the mall, that time you embarrassed me so?” 

       Gwyn remembered instantly.  He had approached her in the mall and asked her out in front of all her friends, a lower class psycho asking out one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls in town.  She didn’t even respond with words, just a deep, uproarious laughter that soon spread to her friends.  His face turned red, tears welled in his eyes, and he sprinted away, saying not a word as he disappeared back into the crowd from whence he came.  Though cruel, Gwyn knew that such harsh members had to be taken, lest an endless stream of rabble make moves on what should never be theirs. 

       “Well, it’s time for payback, you fucking bitch.”  He leaned forward onto the bed and spread his arms wide his left hand exploring her tits and his right hand caressing her red and swollen cunt.  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

       Gwyn could only speculate more of the same, but she was quickly proven wrong.

       “Me and my friends are going to drag you into the woods and we’re going to have a little fun.   Not these playful little games like before.  No, this time we’re playing for keeps.”  He pressed his mouth against chin and delivered the details.  “We’ll fuck you two at a time… no, three at a time, using branches and twigs to do the job when we can’t.”

       Gwyn shivered in response.

       “But that isn’t the worst of all.  My friends have been nice to you so far, only raping you like you fucking deserved.  But after this?”  He paused. “I’m going to kill you.  Clean and simple, a nice little gash across your throat, the only retribution suitable for what you did to me.”

       Her blood stopped cold, her brain taking a moment to process his threat.  Murder?  Something in his voice convinced her of his intent, and it terrified her unlike anything she had ever experienced.

       For the first time in her life, she contemplated her own death, visions of blood spraying from her throat as everything faded to white.  Would it hurt?  Where would she go afterwards?  Her body seized in panic as Sean Oak lifted her over his should and carried her into the main hall. 

       It was dark out, and there were few guards around as the bulk of the team slept.  Sean and his accomplice were clearly two of the handful of people awake during the early morning hours—wherever they had abandoned their post was the perfect path to steal Gwyn into the night.

       Not a soul was to be seen in the woods.  The lights of the lodge lit the surrounding area, but the flank guarded by Sean and Josh was now deserted.  Were Gwyn’s teammates watching, they would realize how foolishly unguarded the enemy headquarters was.

       Over a mile into the woods, they stopped.  Sean oak dropped Gwyn into the brush with a thud.  “There.  This is as good a spot as any.   Are you ready, my sweetest Gwyn?”

       In her mind, Gwyn begged and pleaded to be spared, but her words escaped only as anguished moans, her tongue unable to do its job.  She closed her eyes and prayed that somebody would see them, that somebody would step in and be a guardian angel.

       He kneeled between her bare legs and unzipped his pants. “Did you ever think things would end up like this, all those times you rejected me?”  He forced his cock inside.

       Of course not, she thought to herself.  He was an annoying and creepy little brat from her rival school, and there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d ever be seen in public with him. Every moment of rejection and embarrassment was justified in her mind.

       But now things were different.  Though Sean Oak was still the creepy boy she had humiliated a dozen times, he held the power over her life.  If only she had accepted him, if only she dated him, if only she loved him, perhaps none of this would happen.

       They were foolish thoughts.  He was insane, and neither would have gained anything from an emotionless relationship driven out of fear. 

       “Nobody will find your body out here,” he taunted as he slowly pumped away, his dick sliding in and out of her raw cunt rhythmically.    “There are no cameras, and nobody will know it was us.”

       Us?  Gwyn remembered the other boy with him.  How he agreed to assist in her murder was beyond her comprehension, but he stood there, just off in the distance, staring at Gwyn with no sign of emotion.

       His hands closed around her throat.   “This is going to be so easy.  I was too scared to rape you before this game began.  You’re too athelitic.  You’d probably tear my arms off before I even had a chance.

       “Remember that time at the football game, when you threw your drink at me?  That must have been worth a laugh.?

       Gwyn struggled for air and remembered that game.  He organized the band to play a song dedicated just for her, but she rejected him outright before the entire crowd.  It was the most embarrassing moment of her life, but, with the life draining out of her body, something changed.

       It was regret.  Regret for her intolerance, regret for her selfishness, and regret for her cruelty.  But… it was too late.  Nothing she could do now would save her life.  She turned her eyes down and stared into his.

       “What is this, a plea for mercy?  Fuck you.”  He tightened his grip and pumped harder.  It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load, and his grip loosened.  But her reprieve was to be short lived.   Soon his friend took the position, and it began all over again.

       Over and over, the two sadists kept their cruel promise to rape and torture her body, until both were too exhausted to continue.  At last, it was time to fulfill their final vow.

       “So this is it, eh?” asked Sean Oak.  His hands tightened around her throat, this time harder than ever before.  “Are you going to apologize for what you did?”

       What could she do?  The sedatives still ruled her body, leaving her utterly defenseless and hopeless to his violence.  She was going to die.  She knew it.  In what she believed were her final moments, her thoughts turned to her family.  Born to a distinctly middle-class parents, she was nowhere near as wealthy as most of her classmates.  However, her parents cared for her deeply, and had sacrificed so much to send her to the prestigious Rowan Preparatory Academy.

       Gwyn Thyme was accepted immediately, her athletic ability and outgoing demeanor quickly assuring her a position atop the social ladder.  But what she didn’t account for was the impact the school atmosphere would have on her.

       She used to be such a nice girl, but the young monsters that filled those halls had corrupted her.  They all owned slaves, or were wealthy enough to get something when they wanted it.  None of their actions or words showed the slightest appreciation for what they had.  Gwyn was once different, though.  Her parents bought her nice clothes, a car on her sixteenth birthday, and every other amenity to help their daughter have the happy and privileged childhood that they had both lacked.

       Her parents never intended her to end up just another member of the arrogant ruling class..  In their desire to see her get a good education, they had neglected the inevitable corruption that would come from hanging out with the ‘in’ crowd.  Slowly but surely, the once kind and gentle daughter changed to fit in with her classmates.  Arrogant and cruel, the graduating Gwyn Thyme was barely recognizable compared to the one that had entered Rowan Prep four years ago.

       Her eyes met with his for one last time.  This time, she was truly sorry for the hell she had put him through. 

       All he did was smile back.

       “Huh?  Do you like this, you fucking cunt?”  He pushed against her throat harder as she gasped for air, but he did not stop. 

       Gwyn’s vision began to fade.  She was dying, completely forgetful of the rules she had been read before the game began.

Sirens blared.  Loud, obnoxious sirens, screeching through the early morning forest.  Footsteps rushed towards the clearing and tackled Sean in a single, swift motion, allowing Gwyn to fill her lungs with vital air.

       One of the masked guards yelled loudly as he shoved Sean’s face into the brush.  “Under New Hampshire State Law, we are placing you under citizen’s arrest for the attempted murder of… fuck it, whatever her name is.”  He turned to his compatriots and ordered.  “Take both of them in, and get her to the medical tent.”

       A guard lifted the limp body of Gwynevere Thyme above his shoulders and carried him with haste deeper into the forest, towards some unknown destination.  The siren ended, and in the distance, more screams erupted.  What was happening?

       One scream joined another alongside started yells and yelps of shock.  They were coming from the Seven Saints headquarters, and it took only a brief instant for Gwyn to realize what it was.

       It was a raid.  Her own teammates had used the temporary suspension of the game to get into place and used the disorder to their advantage.  She could imagine them rampaging through the lodge, plucking the tags from their enemies necks, and leaving the losers where the lay.  It was their first victory, and only hope towards regaining her freedom.

       Though her muscles were weak, Gwyn’s face contorted into a simple smile.  Her team had finally struck back.  Her fate was not as hopeless as the one she had resigned herself to.