From Rave to Rape
by obohobo
Chapter One. To the rave
Debbie Richards was happy. She strode gaily along the suburban street heading
for the slip road to the A12. It was Saturday afternoon, no college lectures
until Monday. It was warm and sunny for late September and she was on her way to
an illegal rave which promised to be great fun. Jenny, her friend at Harlow
College and flat mate, told her of the event and she had it from another friend
who learned of it 'on the grapevine'. Unfortunately Jenny had a family visit
that weekend so Debbie decided to go alone. She wasn't worried. Hundreds of
other young people would be at the rave and Debbie's favourite group, the
Demonantics were performing. She'd heard about these events at college but had
never been to one. Today she was going to find out first hand. From what she
already knew, they were held at remote locations in deserted barns or
warehouses, unlicensed, unpoliced. The organisers set up the site quickly, got
the people and bands in and by the time the public complained and police were
informed the rave would either be in full swing and difficult to stop or it
would be almost over. A few arrests would be made for public order and drugs
offenses but largely the organisers got away with it and any fines imposed were
far outweighed by the profit made. Thus the events were not publicised
officially, only on underground college and university newsheets and by word of
mouth.
Debbie got a lift almost to her destination soon after putting her thumb out on
the main road and showing the destination name on the cardboard placard.
Although the elderly woman driver reprimanded the young girl for hitch-hiking
without an escort, she chatted amicably the whole time and took her to Marks
Tey, on the A12 the nearest town to the small village of Aldham which was her
ultimate destination. There was little traffic on the lane to the village which
surprised Debbie as she expected there would be many others students like her
heading that way especially from Essex University which wasn't that far away.
However after walking for about a mile with the weather now clouding over, a
farmer in a Landrover picked her up and looked at her with some surprise when
she asked for Glebe Farm.
"You must mean Grebe Farm Miss," he said, "What would a young girl be doing
going there?"
"Just meeting some friends."
"You sure you have the right place Miss? Hardly anyone goes there these days and
it is right out on the marshes nearly two miles from my place," the farmer went
on. Debbie thought it was all part of the secrecy of the event but was a little
apprehensive especially as they were now in open farmland with few houses and no
one else on the road. The farmer dropped her off and pointed her in the right
direction, "It's a goodly walk but you can't miss it. Nothing else on this road.
It's a dead end."
Wishing she had brought a coat now the wind had begun to blow across the open
marshland and few drops of rain spotted her blouse, Debbie strode along the
rutted very narrow lane with grass growing along its centre. Obviously it had
seen very little traffic, certainly not what she expected. She knew the place
would be isolated but she grew more and more apprehensive that she was not
heading for the right place. She could see a farmhouse and some buildings in the
distance and half an hour later came to the farm gate and yard.
Now she was certain it was not the right place. The yard was dirty and fast
becoming wet with the rain coming down hard. A dog barked ferociously as she
opened the gate. "At least he is chained up," she thought, "And the people
should be able to tell me the right way." As she raised her fist to knock on the
door, so it opened and a middle aged man appeared, a shotgun held in the crook
of his arm. "Can you tell me the way...." Debbie started but was cut short by
the man signalling her inside with the barrel of the gun. Even without the gun
the man would have alarmed the young girl. His massive muscular frame indicated
his strength and his hard cruel eyes and grim expression showed he brooked no
interference.
Frightened now, Debbie tried to plead with the man but was curtly told to keep
quiet. With the barrels of the shotgun in her back she was marched into the
kitchen. A younger man was at the stove stirring a large cooking pot.
"What's your name girl?" the old man demanded. She told him and went on to
answer his questions as to why she came to the farm. All the questions were
barked at her like she was being interrogated for a crime. During this time the
shotgun never left his arm. All she learned was his name was Henry Stavenger and
his son, who had yet to speak, was David. In the end he seemed satisfied she was
telling the truth and turned to his son, "Looks as if we've a nice young bit of
cunt to play with for a while, boy."
"Don't hurt her Dad," David replied, "It looks as if she's come to the wrong
Aldham. Probably she should've gone to the one in Suffolk."
"Stop being wimpy boy. A sixteen year old girl built like she is, is just right
for hard fucking. We ain't had any cunt since your mother ran away three years
ago. Ever since my cock's had to put up with your arse and mouth. And like your
mother, if she doesn't do her best to please us, then she gets a taste of my
belt."
"That's why she ran away."
"And you're soft like she was. You've got to be in command of your woman boy."
Turning to Debbie he ordered, "Strip!"
"NO!!" Debbie made a dash for the door but didn't have a hope of reaching before
Henry's fist pulled her arm and Debbie toppled over a chair. Crack!. Crack! His
hand came smartly down on her jeans covered bum. "Ooowww!!" Debbie cried and
pleaded to be allowed to leave but Henry ignored her.
"Lock the gun away, boy, we won't be needing it anymore today." Henry passed the
weapon to his son. Sliding his hand upwards from where it had connected with her
arse he gripped the hem of her blouse. Smartly he pulled it upwards but the thin
material couldn't stand the strain and ripped. Without waiting Henry pulled the
tear further apart until the material shredded and he was able to get hold of
her bra straps. Not bothering to unclasp the hooks he simple pulled on the
straps until the hooks straightened and the bra fell apart.
Crying and pleading, Debbie still begged for release but all she got from her
tormentor was "You ready to strip the rest off yourself?"
"Help me David," Debbie appealed to the son.
"He's not foolish enough to help you girl. He knows his arse would be sore if he
did. He's only a sissy boy. In any case he wants to get his cock in your cunt
too."
Knowing she was defeated and to save herself further punishment, Debbie
undressed and stood naked in front of them. Henry felt her breasts and squeezed
them. "Tits still nice and firm," he remarked, "Not like your mother's boy, hers
had begun to sag."
Picking Debbie up he sat her on the end of the table and felt between her legs.
"Cunt feels nice and soft boy. Not too much hair. Arse is quite plump. Should
take the belt well and she'll still be able to work. How long afore that stew's
ready?"
"It's ready anytime, dad. You can have it now or it'll keep for an hour or so."
"Right you just hold this bitch for a moment while I gets rid of my trousers
then we'll each give her a good fucking and then eat. Sit her up so she can see
what she's going to get inside her."
Debbie watched horrified as Henry shrugged off the shoulder straps of his
overalls and removed them. He wore no underwear and his massive prick jutted
from his loins. "No" No! Please. Don't rape me. I could never take one as big as
that!"
"Of course you can girlie. That's what cunts are for. You'll also take it up the
arse and down your throat before we've done with you. Just like Nancy did. You
should be pleased we are built like men so you can really feel when we are
inside you. If it hurts a bit, so what. You shouldn't have come knocking on our
door if you didn't want a good fucking." Again Debbie pleaded but Henry just
smacked her bum cheeks hard and told her to stop whining.
"Hold her legs well back by her ears boy," Henry commanded, "I want her to see
as well as feel it going in." A scream belched forth from his victim as his
stout prick entered her tight cunt. "You've been fucked before surely, girlie?"
"Yes, but only twice when I was fourteen and by a boy my age," sobbed Debbie
half hoping he would take a little pity on her.
Pity, he had none. The fact that she was tight and it would hurt added to his
pleasure. He rammed his naked prick home and withdrew it almost fully before
ramming it to full depth again. "I like a nice tight cunt," he casually remarked
as he pumped into her with gusto. Soon it was over and he spurted his spunk
directly into her womb. Debbie wondered about pregnancy as she wasn't on the
pill and had only put one packet of condoms in her purse 'just in case.' There
was no chance of her captors using them.
"Your turn boy." David knew better than to refuse. In any case the sight of his
father fucking the girl had aroused him. Like his father he shed his overalls
and placed himself between Debbie's thighs. Debbie saw he took after his father
in the cock department too. It was stout and quite long but it entered with
ease, lubricated by the sperm and juices already inside her. Although still sore
from its previous fucking the pain this time was more tolerable.
"Okay girlie, one more thing you have to do and then we'll eat. After you've had
our pricks inside you, you have to give them a good suck so they don't keep
dribbling down our legs." He offered his prick to Debbie's mouth but she only
opened it when his hand twisted her right tit and caused her to scream. "Scream
as much as you like, girlie. Nearest person is about two miles away." From the
walk to the farm, Debbie knew there was a great deal of truth in that remark.
After sucking David, she was ordered to serve the dinner. Rabbit stew. It was
not something she'd ever had but it smelled good. "At least it might take the
taste from my mouth," she thought. Although still very frightened she was
hungry, not having eaten that day except for a Mars bar she'd bought at Marks
Tey. Henry took her clothes into another room saying, "You won't be needing
them. We'll find you a pair of overalls like ours when you work outside."
Neither he nor David put their overalls back on and were now only clothed in
shirts and slippers and their half erect pricks were visible whenever they
moved.
They made Debbie sit opposite them so they could watch her eat and look at her
breasts. Involuntarily her nipples hardened under their gaze. David was quiet
but his father kept up a conversation, mainly trying to find out more about
Debbie.
