Chapter 35 - Arlene Part 14
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Section 14 - A Pagan's Christmas
I forgot about the DVD that Reno gave me. I was busy, writing for the paper,
making pickups for Kurt, fucking him when he wanted me, and making love with
Kelly when she wasn't traveling as part of the Senator's security detail.
Saturday after Christmas, I'd driven to Philadelphia to collect a payment for a
large shipment of crystal. When I returned, there was a first class orgy going
on at Kurt's. I fucked myself silly. I'm talking about just losing it. I was
cranked up on crystal and drinking tequila shots while fucking males and females
in every position imaginable. At some point, I remember having beer bottles
stuck up my cunt and ass. Then someone suggested golden showers (It might have
been me who made that suggestion). I wound up in Kurt's bathtub with everyone
pissing in my mouth. Beer piss rained down on my by the gallon. I must have
passed out there because the next day that's where I woke up shivering with cold
and covered with vomit and dried pee. I was wasted. I showered off enough to
drive home where I intended to have a low-key recovery day.
Not finding anything good on television I recalled Reno's mysterious DVD and
decided to see what it was all about. I poured myself a glass of chardonnay,
slipped the DVD into the player and pressed the remote's "Play" button.
The first shot was the marquee of the Wang Center in downtown Boston. It read
"Nutcracker, November 25 - January 7". It was nighttime. The marquee was being
filmed from across the street I assumed. The Wang Center is this huge theatre in
Boston's legitimate theater district. It's also the home of the Boston Ballet.
The scene changed to a crowd flooding out of theatre. From the way people were
dressed, I assumed the ballet was over. The audience moved onto the sidewalk and
streamed out to either their cars or nearby restaurants. Some of the crowd got
into waiting stretch limos and quickly drove off.
All of sudden, there was a telephoto close-up of two young mothers and
daughters walking down the sidewalk away from the theatre entrance. Both mothers
looked to be in there mid thirties and the daughters were in their early teens
from what I could tell. The two girls were pretty and were talking animatedly as
they walked. The girls each carried a plastic shopping bag marked "Boston
Ballet". The moms had probably bought them a tee shirt as a souvenir. Every once
in a while, one of the girls would stop and try to repeat a ballet step.
For many Boston families, taking the children, especially the girls, to the
Boston Ballet's annual performance of the "Nutcracker" was a family tradition.
Once, school is out for the XMAS holidays, Boston Ballet runs both afternoon and
evening performances that are normally sold out. Wanting to be a ballerina is a
rite of passage for many young girls. Going to see the Boston Ballet was
something special when you are between ten and fifteen years old. My Mother had
taken me to the Nutcracker when I was thirteen.
The camera followed the mothers and daughters to a nearby multi-level parking
garage. The camera picked up a cream colored SUV as it existed the garage and
the camera moved forward. I was watching long-range dark grainy shots taken from
a following car or truck. The camera moved in close and I saw the SUV was a
Lexus 300-RX, nice expensive vehicle. The license plate read "Anton C".
I had a strong feeling that I would soon be watching those women's worst
nightmare.
The next scene was taken from behind the Lexus SUV as it proceeded southward
from Boston on the expressway. The camera picked up a highway sign that read
"Quincy" and then another one that read "Randolph". Before long, I saw a sign to
"Stoughton". I don't know the suburbs south of Boston that well; but Stoughton
was well south of the city. After a while, the Lexus SUV left the Interstate and
was on a two-lane road. It was on a quiet country road that the Pagans made
their move. A voice said, "Now," and all of a sudden, you felt the vehicle
surge forward, catch up to the SUV and force it to the side of the road. The
screen showed Pagans with guns exiting the vehicle on a dead run.
When a Pagan reached the SUV, he broke the driver's side glass with a tire
iron, reached in and opened the door. You could hear the women screaming and one
of the Pagans was pointing a sawed off shotgun at the car. Two Pagans jumped
into the SUV and it drove off. The screen faded to black.
The next scene was shot in something that appeared to be the semi-finished
basement of an older home. You could see the floor joists in the ceiling. There
was a washer and dryer off to the side. But the scene was well lighted. Someone
who knew about lighting had even removed the shadows.
I realized I was looking at a well-made and professionally edited video. Reno
had shown me the extensive video editing system he had set up in his office. He
had recently moved to all digital and was proudly producing DVD's instead of
videotape. You couldn't say the Pagans weren't up to date especially when it
came to making mementos of rape and pillage.
The two mothers and two daughters were seated on a couch together, mothers on
the ends with the daughters between them. Their hands were tied behind their
back and there were cloth sacks over their heads. They didn't look too
comfortable. It was eerily quiet. A masked male figure slowly stepped forward
until he was in front of a one of the women. He had on a black mask like the one
worn by the Lone Ranger. Sometimes, the Pagans have a weird sense of humor. I
was totally astounded to see he was wearing a cordless microphone.
The Lone Ranger stood there quietly a good half-minute before he reached down
and touched her boob. She was wearing a sweater and her fear caused her nipples
to show through the material. He formed his fingers into a pincher, showed that
to the camera then pinched her nipple hard before she realized what he was
doing. That occasioned a loud shriek from the woman with the fondled boob.
"Please, leave us alone, we have money, take it," shouted the other woman. You
could barely hear her muffled voice through the sack.
We don't want money. Don't make a sound this time or I'll cut it off," said
the man as he reached down to take a pincher grip on her other nipple and
squeeze it. The camera went in for a close-up. You could see that his thumbnail
was deeply embedded in the woman's flesh. My own nipple felt a twinge of
sympathy pain. The lady kept quiet although you could see her entire body
tense. The Lone Ranger squeezed harder and the lady's body started to shake with
pain. You could tell she was clinching her legs together trying to control the
agony.
"What? What do you want?" screamed the woman at the other end of the couch.
"Revenge, punishment, this is a retribution for wrongs suffered by the Pagan
Motorcycle Club. Technically, this is what we call a reprisal," said the Lone
Ranger quietly. He let go of the woman's nipple. It looked swollen under the
sweater.
"That's insane, for what, what did we do to your club? I don't know anybody
who even owns a motorcycle," said the woman whose nipple had been mangled by the
Lone Ranger's fingernails.
"Actually, it was one of your husbands that didn't do right by us," said the
Lone Ranger moving over to the other woman and feeling her breasts. She jumped
when she was touched but kept quiet.
"I don't understand," said one of the women.
"The Pagan's have chosen to make their reprisal against the husband's family.
It's as simple as that. We can have more fun with his wife and daughter.
However, so he knows exactly what kind of trouble he got you into, we're
capturing everything on video. We plan to send Fred a copy," said the Lone
Ranger.
"Fred, my Fred," said one of the women.
"Yes, your Fred. Your driver's license says you are Renee Kirkpatrick of 224
Sanders Park Way in Stoughton, MA. You're definitely the one. You are married to
that prick Fred Kirkpatrick who owns a chain of dry cleaners." He was reading
her drivers license that he had extracted from her purse.
I realized that Reno had given me the DVD thinking I would enjoy watching it.
This was strictly for entertainment purposes. I had no idea who Fred Kirkpatrick
was or what he had done to anger the Pagans. However, a chain of dry cleaners
sounded like an excellent cover for distributing drugs.
"Cut the bullshit, Ronnie, let's get on with it." Someone behind the camera
shouted.
"All right, Renee, you get to go first since you are Fred's wife," said Ronnie
as he pulled Renee to her feet and pulled the cloth sack off her head. He used a
pair of wire cutters to remove the plastic cable tie binding her wrists. Renee
looked around as she rubbed her wrists. You could see her look of growing
despair as she figured out that she wasn't going anywhere until the Pagans were
through with her.
I saw that Renee was an attractive woman with a good figure, the kind of
figure that required trice a week workouts with a personal trainer. She was
wearing an expensive beige knit suit. The four were the type of upper middle
class people who weren't supposed to wind up in a basement about to be gang
raped by unwashed bikers. Renee shook her blonde hair out as she looked at the
other three women seated on the couch.
"Now, strip, take it off, all off as they say in the nudie bars."
"No way, absolutely not," responded Renee. Renee had not yet figured out whom
she was dealing with. Otherwise she would have not bothered to object. When
you're in a basement with the Pagans and they say, "take it off" you take it
off.
Ronnie made one of those obnoxious buzzing sounds like you hear on a game show
when a contestant gives a wrong answer. He immediately sunk his fist into
Renee's abdomen causing her to bend over and fall to her knees. You heard the
expected retching sounds followed by deep breaths. The others hearing the blow
and Renee's desperate attempts to refill her lungs started to cry and make
noise.
"You don't shut your yaps, we're going to start cutting tongues out," yelled
Ronnie as he grabbed a fistful of Renee's blonde curls, twisted them tight and
pulled her erect using her hair as a handle. "Ouch" I thought knowing that being
lifted up by your hair hurt like hell.
"Won't ask again, take it off," said Ronnie, "Next time, I go to work on your
little ballerina here. Want me to mess her up?"
"No, okay, " said Renee as she slipped off the jacket to her suit and began to
pull her over her head.
"You get to watch this time, then you get to go next," said Ronnie as he
pulled the cloth sacks off the other three women. The three women took a moment
to adjust their eyes. The light was very bright. It was two blondes and two
brunettes. Renee and daughter were the blondes.
The picture quality was excellent. I could picture Reno carefully reading his
light meter and adjusting the white polarizing screens that formed a rough
semi-circle around the back of the couch. Reno always tried to make a video with
good production qualities. The sound and lighting were first rate.
"What's your name, sweetheart, and how old are you?" said Ronnie as he cupped
the chin of Renee's daughter.
"Ashley, Ashley Kirkpatrick, please don't hurt my Momma again."
"That all depends on you and Mother and your Aunt and Cousin being
cooperative. You know what cooperative means?"
"Yes, it means doing what you are told." Ashley was sniffing a little.
"That's exactly right. Now when I told your Mother to take her clothes off,
she refused. That's the very opposite of cooperative. But see now, she's down to
her panties and bra. Your mother has learned to cooperate. I said everything
Renee. We don't have all night."
"Please," pleaded Renee who was standing there in a matching cream-colored
panty and brassiere.
"I said all of it. From now on, you don't cooperate, we're going to let Ashley
pay the price," said Ronnie as he pulled Ashley to her feet.
"No, no, here, see, I'm taking them off, don't hurt her."
Renee quickly unhooked her brassiere and pulled her panties down. Obviously,
Renee spent some time in the health club. She had a good figure and wasn't
carrying any extra weight. She automatically folded her arms over her breasts
when Ronnie looked at her.
"What size?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, your tits, how big?"
"34C"
"Nice, Ashley, what do you think of your Momma's tits. Are they pretty?"
Ashley hesitated for a long moment too scared to respond.
"I said are your fucking Mother's fucking tits pretty? Answer me, you little
bitch," screamed Ronnie in Ashley's face.
"Yes, they're pretty," yelled the terrified girl.
"Then give them a kiss," said Ronnie as he pulled Ashley to her feet and
pushed her face into Renee's breasts. Ashley tried to pull back but Ronnie held
her and her mother tightly together. His hand was embedded in Ashley's blonde
curls and he was twisting her hair hard.
"Please don't make me do that," whined little Ashley.
"You suck and lick Mommy's nipples or I'll cut them off and make you eat
them," said Ronnie getting into his psycho mentality.
"Go ahead, Ashley, do as he says," said Renee who was trying hard to stay in
control.
I watched as Ashley kissed her Mother's nipples then slowly started to suck on
them. Ashley's hands were still tied behind her back so everything looked a
little awkward. Renee wound up holding her breasts to Ashley's mouth.
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, you getting all this Reno?" asked Ronnie.
"Yes, work of art, may win the Palme D'or at Cannes," said a voice behind the
camera with a laugh. I reminded myself that thinking the Pagans were an
uneducated bunch of troglodytes was a mistake. There were a certain number of
Pagans who had PhD's and taught at universities.
"Sit down, Renee, Ashley, its your turn to show your pussy to the camera,"
said Ronnie
"Please, she's only thirteen, do what you want with me but please, for the
love of God leave her alone," sobbed Renee.
"I detect non-cooperation," said Ronnie as he delivered a sharp punch to
Ashley's midsection. Ronnie pulled the punch or he would have broken something
inside the girl. Still, the blow lifted Ashley's feet off the floor. That sent
the girl to the floor retching.
"You animal, you fucking animal," screamed Renee lashing out toward Ronnie.
Her sister and the other child joined in the screaming. Ronnie stepped forward
and kneed Renee right between her legs. Renee opened her mouth but nothing came
out for several seconds then a piteous cry of pain emerged and she fell to the
floor. I've seen women kneed in their vaginas before. A hard kneecap in violent
contact with your most tender parts is an experience I imagine you never forget.
Renee rolled around on the floor with both hands clutching her pussy and
screaming. It took a while for the pain to subside.
"Shut the fuck up," screamed Ronnie in an overpowering voice that silenced the
women, "This can have two different endings depending on you. If you keep giving
us a hard time, everyone is going to need a lot of rehabilitation and plastic
surgery after we're done. So if you like the way your face looks, do as your
told."
"Now, for the last time, strip," said Ronnie as he untied Ashley's hands.
Ronnie had pulled Renee erect once again using her hair as a handle and thrown
her back onto the couch. Ashley obeyed this time, untying the pink sash from
around her waist and pulling the black crushed velvet dress over her head.
"Wrong place, wrong time, huh," said Ronnie as he read Renee's sister's
driver's license. Ashley was slipping out of her undies as Ronnie spoke to the
sister.
"Cindy Pearson, 222 Wenham Park Road, Fred's sister-in-law, here let's all get
naked." Ronnie read as untied Cindy and her daughter.
"What's your name, darling?" Ronnie asked Cindy's daughter as she slipped out
of her red velvet dress. Her mother untied the large silk bow in the back.
"Melody, my name is Melody."
"And how old are you Melody?"
"Fourteen."
"Ever let boys see you naked?"
"No."
"I bet they've asked."
"Jimmy did."
"Did you show him your puss?"
"No, but he felt my chest and said I didn't have any boobs."
"Ever been kissed?"
"Leave her alone," said Cindy defiantly.
Ronnie's hand instantly landed a vicious backhanded slap across Cindy's mouth.
The force of the blow knocked her back down on the couch.
"Melody gets the next one of those if you open your mouth again. Now, shut the
fuck up. Are you people stupid? What's it going to take for you to understand
that you're going to do what we say whether you like it or not."
Ronnie stood back as the two women finished undressing. There were four
attractive nude females seated on the couch. The Pagans would be having their
fun with them in a matter of minutes.
"Those are nice, Cindy, they're not real are they?" said Ronnie as he took one
of Cindy's breasts in his hand.
"I had an augmentation."
"How big?"
"36D."
"Wow, real big hooters, here let me feel, phony tits sometimes feel phony,
yours feel nice," said Ronnie as he stepped in front of Cindy and took hold of
both of her large breasts.
"Hey, very nice, my girl wants a pair. Who's your doctor?"
"Neely, Alan Neely, he's in Boston," responded Cindy.
"Okay, we got four naked women, what's next Reno?"
"Pussy eating time, let's have the mothers show the daughter's how," responded
Reno off camera.
"Okay, Ashley and Melody on the couch with your legs spread wide, Mom's
kneeling on the floor. Each mother starts on her own daughter and then switch to
your niece. It's rug munching time for the Kirkpatrick and Pearson families."
"I can't do that," announced Cindy. "I won't do it."
"Please, Sis, we have to," said Renee. I realized that Renee had accepted her
fate.
"Godzilla, hand me the prod, I'm running out of patience here," said Ronnie
turning around to take a white plastic cylinder with a silver knob on the end
from Godzilla.
Ronnie reached down pull the cylinder against Cindy's pussy. There was an
angry buzz and Cindy fell to the floor screaming her lungs out as she rolled
around on the floor with both hands clutching her cunt. I felt like I could
almost smell the odor of burning cunt hair.
"Cindy, listen dumb bitch, this was your absolute last chance. The prod was on
low power. We haven't got all night. This is a fully charged cattle prod like
they use in slaughterhouses. If I touch this to 3,000-pound Brahma Bull's nuts
and push this button, the bull will run till he drops. Now if you give me any
more of your shit, I'm going to stick this up your cunt as far as it will go,
switch to high power, and push the button. After that, there will be absolutely
nothing you won't do to avoid another taste of Sparky. So make up your mind. Do
what your told or be ready to fuck the electric eel. I repeat this is your
absolutely last chance," said Ronnie as he placed the plastic column between
Cindy's legs.
"Do it, Cindy, for the love of God, quit making this so fucking hard,"
screamed Renee.
"I suggest you follow your sister's advice. Besides, eating Melody out might
do wonders for your relationship," said Ronnie displaying an evil grin.
"All right, I'll do it," whined Cindy perhaps recalling a time spent on her
uncle's farm where the farmer was handy with an electric prod.
"Now, Reno will be your director. Just pretend you're making a porn film. I'm
going to sit over here and watch the action."
I was somewhat surprised that none of the four women had totally freaked out.
The Pagans prefer it when the women totally lose control and just can't deal
with it and become hysterical. Renee appeared to be the survivor of the bunch.
The fact that the mothers were there with their daughters probably helped to
keep Ashley and Melody from becoming catatonic. Things would have been vastly
different if there had been just the two girls or the two women. The Pagans had
a good understanding of the psychology of rape. Mothers will do anything to
protect their daughters and daughters respond similarly. Pagans also love to
rape and sexually abuse families and force members to commit incest. Once a
father has fucked his daughter or a mother her son, the Pagans know you are
broken psychologically and you are under their control.
I considered not watching the rest of the DVD then discarded the idea. After
all, I reasoned that what happened has already happened and watching won't
change a damn thing. I untied my robe and spread my legs over allowing my hand
to wander down to my clit. I paused the DVD, went to the bathroom and retrieved
a bottle of AstroGlide. I squirted some of the lubricant on my clit, waited for
my body to warm it up then began to make small slick circles around my little
man in the boat. I realized that for once and all I was a Pagan girl. The four
women were naked. The camera took a lingering close up of their nude bodies. The
young girls looked positively yummy. I started to wish I'd been in that basement
participating.
"Mom's get on your knees in front of your daughters," said Reno, "Start
licking when I give the command."
Under Reno's rather precise direction, the two Moms' ate out their daughters
until little Melody actually climaxed.
"You're going to be a hot one when you grow up, Melody," said Ronnie from
behind the camera.
The camera work was almost gynecological as Cindy and Renee licked the
clitoris, vagina, and anus of their daughters. Reno directed that fingers be
inserted in their pussies next. After a good ten minutes of family muff diving,
Reno directed the Mom's to eat out their nieces. That actually went even better
in my view. I suppose there is less of the incest taboo in going down on your
sister's kid. I had to slow down and stop on my own clit it was so hot watching
those young mothers go down on their daughters. I didn't want to climax too
soon.
The next act saw the two girls eating out their Mother's and then Aunt's. Both
Moms's climaxed or at least faked it for the camera. The girls relaxed as they
licked their mother's vaginas and clits. Both girls out of fear responded to
Reno's directions that they smiled for the camera and took long slow sensuous
licks. Reno required the mothers to act like there daughters eating there pussy
was the hottest and most sensuous experiences of their lives resulting in major
orgasms. Both girls turned out to be good little actresses. They managed to
convince the camera that eating their mother and aunt's snatch was a great deal
of fun.
Reno's camera lens at times was less than an inch from flesh as he captured
the action.
"All right, that's it for part one. Anybody need a drink? I've got water,
coke, diet coke and an Australian chardonnay that was rated 92 by Wine
Spectator," announced Ronnie stepping forward.
"My God, a rapist and a oenophile," I thought. I didn't know Ronnie but was
beginning to fantasize that he was fucking me while I ate Melody's pussy.
"The wine might help you relax," suggested Reno.
"Aren't we done? Can't we go now?" asked Cindy.
"Cindy, you haven't even been fucked. Did you honestly believe that a little
muff diving was all? Did you think your four examples of female flesh would be
allowed to leave without taking at least one cock in your pussy? What kind of
kidnappers and rapists would we be if we let you off that easy," said Ronnie.
"The girls too?" asked Renee knowing the answers before she finished the
question.
"Of course, nobody leaves a Pagan gangbang a virgin," said Ronnie matter of
factly.
I had always marveled how Pagans approached gang rape with a sense of humor. It
actually gets them in a good mood. Most Pagan activities had about as many
laughs as a baby's grave but raping mothers and their children tickled their
funny bone.
"Oh my God, she's just a little girl," moaned Cindy starting to cry.
"But we're going to be humane about it. The Mom's go first and the daughters
get to watch and see what fucking is all about. Then the Mom's can console their
daughter's when they loose their cherry. You girls are virgins, aren't you?"
Both girls nodded yes.
"Wine or pop?" asked Ronnie.
"Wine for us, a little wine will help you relax, Ashley," said Renee. I could
tell that Renee was definitely the survivor in the group. She was thinking,
"Let's just do whatever it takes to get out of this alive. Ashley will get over
it and so will Melody if Cindy doesn't get us killed."
"Would you like a little wine, Melody?" asked Cindy. Both Moms were now in
survival mode. Cindy was slower but she had figured it out. Let's face it both
of the girls would have been giving up their virginity in no more than two or
three years at the most.
Action ended with the four females sitting on the couch naked drinking wine
out of paper cups. The screen faded to black. When the action restarted, two new
males had taken positions between Renee and Cindy's legs. They were already
naked and sporting hard ons. I wondered if there were Pagan girls working as
fluffers behind the camera. Reno had edited out all the "dead scene" time.
"Now, you girls watch carefully how your mother fucks so you can do the same
in a few minutes," said Ronnie.
I watched a basic straight fuck by two well-hung studs that had been off
camera. The guys lifted Cindy and Rene's legs to their shoulders then on worked
their cocks inside. The guys were also wearing Lone Ranger masks.
"How is it, Case?" asked Reno.
"Nice and tight, feels good," responded the guy who had just entered Renee's
cunt.
"Melody, Ashley, you watch close, you are next," advised Ronnie. This was not
going to be a romantic deflowering.
Again Reno worked some very tight camera shots, the kind where you are looking
up the women's well-lighted asshole as the guy's cock plows her cunt.
"You guys want to switch," asked Reno after five minutes of pussy plowing. The
two women were grunting each time their rapists drove it deep.
"Yes, sure," said one of the rangers as he pulled out.
The girls were leaning over watching their mother's get screwed. I couldn't
imagine what was going through their minds. The mom's were still moaning each
time, the guys thrust home. Young girls know an awfully lot about sex these
days. I suppose watching Mom take a high hard one completed their education.
Cindy was making a deep throaty sound. Her eyes were closed; maybe she was
pretending Brad Pitt had his cock in her.
"You two girls play with your pussy while you watch Mommy," suggested Reno
handing them a squeeze bottle of lubricant. "Squirt some on your cunts so it
feels good."
The girls applied the clear lube then put their hands on their clit and
started stroking. I recalled reading somewhere that young girls learn to
masturbate these days by age nine. I was certainly having my own fun. I took a
large dildo that Kelly gave me and worked it into my cunt. I flipped the switch
in the base and felt the pleasant hum as the dildo brushed against my G-spot. I
was working my clit with one hand and dildo fucking myself with the other.
The guys dumped their load after several minutes. Two more males appeared out
from behind the camera. One of the guys was black. Arlene was sure she had seen
him somewhere. His cock was hard and looked slightly obscene because it stuck
out so far.
"Okay, girls, on the floor, mothers can help their daughters get it in, its
cherry busting time," sang out Reno enthusiastically.
Thank God, the girls were both tall and thin I thought as I watched the girls
being soothed by their mothers as the two males knelt at their rears and rubbed
their cock heads up and down their pussies."
Just take deep breaths and relax," advised Renee as she took that huge black
cock in her hand and positioned it at Ashley's opening. Renee bent over and gave
the cock a couple of very moist licks then spit on Ashley's opening. Cindy did
the same with Melody using her fingers to open Melody's hole.
"Don't hold your breath when you feel it enter you, just breathe normally,"
advised Cindy.
Reno captured some very good close-ups of first Ashley and then Melody's
deflowering. The black guy's big thick cock was poised at little Ashley's
opening. The cock head was just inside her vagina.
"Push it in slowly, Steve" directed Reno. There was the sound of Ashley taking
deep breaths.
"It's going to be all right, sweetheart, you saw Momma doing it and you can
too," said Renee.
"It hurts," squealed Ashley.
"Deep breaths, try to relax," said Renee, "It will quit hurting in a minute,
just relax and breathe."
I wondered how it would change their mother and daughter relationship. Renee
and Cindy had participated in their daughter's loss of virginity. That seemed
like a very heavy thing to contend with over a lifetime. Would it make them
closer or drive them apart? On the other hand, they certainly weren't the only
mother daughter pair that shared a rape. The Pagans had rampaged over many a
family in the last decade and no one even the males walked away a virgin.
In a few years or less, some high school kid would have done the honors in the
backseat of a car. For myself, I couldn't imagine being in my mother's arms when
I got screwed for the first time.
When a well-endowed young male deflowers girls as young as those two, there
was bound to be some pain. However, all in all, it wasn't your normal brutal and
vicious Pagan rape. I was surprised that the Pagans hadn't just ripped the
women's clothes off, nailed their hands to the floor, and raped them while they
screamed. I suspected they were sending a message to Fred Kirkpatrick that
wasn't meant to completely ruin his life. Otherwise, Fred would have been
hanging by his balls from those floor joists with a baseball bat up his ass
watching his family raped.
Basically the two women held their daughters in their arms as they received
their first ever screwing. There was very little blood and not all that much
pain. That was probably due to the girl's ballet practice. Certain of the first
five positions were known to split hymens as effectively as a latex dildo. Maybe
every girl should have her mother present to help out the first time a guy
sticks his dick in her twat.
After a while, the guys got into it and fucked the young girls like they were
rag dolls. Renee put her hand between the butt cheeks of Ashley's rapist and
tickled his anus to help get him off.
As soon as the guys put their semen in the young girls, they moved away from
the camera. The deflowering didn't take long. Deflowering very young pussy is
the holy grail of Pagan rape. I've known Pagans that could recall every moment
of any pre-teen cherry busting they had ever experienced. There were Pagans who
could wistfully remember the time they managed to force it inside some twelve
year old's pussy like they were recalling their high school prom.
"Now, that the preliminary is over, its time for the gangbang," announced
Ronnie.
Arlene watched as at least half a hundred Pagans appeared from somewhere. The
women were surrounded by a mob of naked men. Arlene wondered where they found so
many masks. The women look terrified.
"You guys hurry up and form lines. Let's start with two men to each girl then
we'll go to three. We need to move along," said Ronnie as the guys made the
women get into whatever position they wanted them.
"Just put it in your mouth and suck it, watch me and Cindy," advised Renee as
Pagans was forcing their cocks into Ashley and Melody's mouth. Melody and Ashley
didn't look too pleased that someone they didn't know was putting their cock in
their mouths. The Mom's helped out with demonstrations and instructions.
"Lick around the tip and their balls then do this," said Cindy as she
performed the classic first position of oral sex where you wrap your lips around
the shaft and forcing your mouth down as far as you can then draw back to the
cock tip and repeat the process.
The next thirty minutes was a tightly edited montage of all four women being
fucked in all three holes. Melody and Ashley managed not to completely freak out
when they lost their anal cherry. The guys used plenty of lube on the Renee and
Cindy. They slide right in which resulted in some very pained expressions on
their faces. The women then proceeded to encourage their daughters. It was going
to happen anyway so they tried to make it as painless as possible.
"Look, it's all the way up my ass, you can do it, spit on your fingers and
stick then in your hynie to loosen your hole up. It won't hurt so much if you
do," advised Cindy as Melody was whining while a Pagan worked his pecker into
her rear. When the Pagan was not able to achieve anal penetration, he worked
Melody's butt hole with his mouth. On his next try, he managed to get his cock
inside her ass. The Pagan screwing Ashley's butt spat on her hole, then worked a
finger around to loosen her up and then without ceremony or pity rammed it home.
Cindy and Renee were fucking like crazy trying to take the pressure off their
daughters by satisfying as many Pagans as possible. I wondered that if years
later the four women would ever get together and recall that night. Would it
ever become a laughing matter?
For the final camera shot of that sequence, the four females were each sitting
astride a cock in their ass while another invaded their pussy and a third in
their mouth. It was triple penetration in the reverse cowgirl position. The
entire thing must have taken several hours to transpire. It was fast, hard, and
vicious and the girls and their mothers weren't allowed any breaks. As soon as a
Pagan dumped his load in whatever hole he was occupying, another one took his
place. As bad as it was, it still lacked that Pagan act of senseless brutality
that marked most Pagan misadventures with the female sex.
"This is not as bad as I expected. Nobody has lost any teeth or had their
nipples bitten off. The Pagans are becoming a bunch of wusses," I said aloud to
the screen.
When the gangbang was over, all four women were lying on the rug covered in
semen and not moving. From my own experiences, I had a good idea how they felt.
I knew what it was like to be fucked over and over again in every hole until
your body lost all sense of time and space. One minute you open your eyes and a
guy is bending you double forcing his cock up your raw and bleeding ass. You
blink and a completely different Pagan has your left nipple between his molars
and has crushed it flat because he wants to hear you scream.
During a gangbang, Pagans would lay their full weight on top of you making it
difficult to breathe. Your ribs would bend until they felt like they were going
to break and your chest would be unable to expand and take in air. Just taking a
breath is a struggle when a 250-pound Pagan is using your body to support every
ounce of him. Pagans like to use their body weight to grind their pubic bone
against your clit and smash it into your body until it goes numb and you lose
all feeling in it.
You'd be fighting for air while they grabbed your nipples between their dirty
fingernails and either pinched them till you bled or tried to chew them off.
I've seen women lifted off the ground by a Pagan using needle nose pliers
clamped around a nipple or a clit. Torturing a woman's clit was something of an
art for many Pagans. I've watched drunken Pagans pulling a screaming wife or
girlfriend around The Side Car using pliers to hold on to their clitoris.
After several hours of brutal Pagan rape, it all runs together and sometimes
for a brief moment it even feels good. But in the end, everything started to
lose context. At the end your brain and body shut down. You are so exhausted
that all resistance, physical and emotional ceased.
The next day you wake up to find your nipples (if you still have them), look
like large bruised strawberries, two or three times their normal size and
cracked and bleeding. Your clit is also swollen and painful to the touch. Your
vagina, especially the opening, is raw and their may be tearing especially if
they held you upside down and forced more than one cock in your hole. I once
watched four Pagans force their cocks inside the vagina of a screaming girl by
pointing her hole straight toward the ceiling while they fucked down into her
pussy. Her screams got the guys excited and four more guys fucked her as soon
as the first four finished. The worse I had seen in the DVD were two Pagans
forcing both their cocks in Renee and Cindy's cunt.
I knew that the four women would have tears and raw patches in their anus and
rectum. A visit to the gynecologist to check for damage, STDs and pregnancy
would be scheduled. Their first post gang rape bowel movement would be an agony.
If they were lucky, the damage wouldn't be permanent and everything but the
emotional scars would heal in three or four days.
Still it was not as brutal and vicious as I expected. The Pagans must be going
soft, No one had really had the shit stomped out of them and there was hardly
any blood. I had passed through the big O and was ridding a high as I slowly
worked nine inches of vibrating latex in my hole and worked my clit. I kept
wishing I'd been there to fluff the guys or force the women to eat my snatch.
I thought the DVD was finished and was going to press the Stop button but
another four males appeared. They were already hard and their cocks were covered
with an odd looking condom that I recognized. Now things were getting
interesting. It was time for a nasty vicious tickler fuck. I knew the Pagans
wouldn't let those women walk away without experiencing some real pain in that
place where you never forget it.
"Oh shit, I spoke too soon," I whispered as I watched the four men pull the
women into position. The camera did a close-up of the special Ticklers that some
demented Pagan had special manufactured in Mexico at a factory where they made
regular French Ticklers. Last month, I'd watched Godzilla who for some reason
was furious with Doris screw her with one of the Mexican Ticklers. Doris's
screams got so loud Godzilla had to gag her with her panties. She couldn't walk
after it was over and she kept throwing up. She could hardly stand an hour
later. Her thighs were covered in blood. One of the other girls had to take her
home. I recalled how Doris's vagina looked when Godzilla was done. It looked
like a slab of raw hamburger.
My first experience with French Ticklers had been in college. One of my dates
talked me into letting him use one. In college, there was something wild about
getting high and then letting your vagina be tickled by the soft rubber nodules
of the head of the Tickler. I have been screwed many times by guys wearing
French Ticklers. It's a fun novelty that you wouldn't want to every day but once
a month was fine.
However, the ones manufactured according to Pagan specifications were called
"Pussy Destroyers" and instead of small soft rubber, they were made with long
sharp hard rubber prongs that pointed in all directions. The spikes were two
inches long with jagged points and edges. They carved painful groves in the
lining of your vagina. According to Doris, the pain was soul destroying. Each
stroke both in and out was a descent into hellish pain that centered on that one
part of the body.
Without any ceremony, the four men slammed their Pagan-made Tickler sheathed
cocks into the women's already gang raped vaginas. The four women hadn't stirred
when they felt another Pagan preparing to fuck them. They assumed it was just
another part of the same gang rape. However, the entry of the Pussy Destroyers
into their already raw and bleeding vagina produced an immediate bout of loud
screams.
"Take it out, I can't bear it, Momma, make him stop" screamed Ashley unaware
that Mommy was also screaming for her assailant to stop.
The women cried and begged but nothing stopped until the four men had shot
their load. The men did some swapping around before they were done. This was
definitely the final punishment part of the video. At the end, the four women
looked completely done in. All four had blood smeared on their thighs.
"Get up and get dressed, time to go home," said Ronnie as he pulled Renee and
Cindy to a seat on the couch. "Help get the girls dressed. Here this will get
you going. Stick out your tongue."
The women were too terrified to argue and Ronnie dumped a packet of crystal on
their tongues. He made them sip some wine to wash it down. He waited a few
minutes then kicked Renee in the thigh and told her to get up or he'd use the
cattle prod.
The women climbed slowly and gingerly to their feet. The girls seemed totally
out of it and their Mothers had to help them dress. Nobody bothered with
underwear. It was left on the floor. They slipped their outer clothes on and
left it at that. You could tell it hurt to walk and Melody was limping badly and
sobbing as the camera watched her pull her dress over her head.
The DVD faded to a good-bye scene, as the now dressed women with hoods over
their heads and hands tied behind their backs were being taken upstairs. The
scene focused in on Ronnie speaking to the cloth bag covering Renee.
"Tell Fred that next time, he fucks up, this will look like a day at the
beach. We'll fuck his ass just like we just did yours. By the way, Renee, your
husband's screwing that new manager, Denise Bagwell, he hired for the Framingham
cleaners. He takes a room at the Sheraton Lexington every Tuesday and butt fucks
her fat ass for hours. That's why you can never find him on Tuesday afternoon,"
said Ronnie.
I considered that a nice closing touch. After you savagely rape a man's wife
and daughter, fuck up his marriage.
When I returned to work, I searched the archives of the Boston Globe and the
papers of the small suburban towns of southern Massachusetts. There was no
mention of a rape of a Cindy Pearson or Renee Kirkpatrick. She did find some
business section information about Anton's Cleaners, a chain owned by a Fred
Kirkpatrick. Few Pagan revenge gang rapes were ever reported for obvious
reasons. First, Fred was involved with the Pagans in drugs and that meant he
could go to prison for a very long time. The police would certainly want to know
why the Pagans had selected Fred's relatives for their fun and games. When it
came to getting victims to not report a crime, the Pagans were masterful.
From the mother's perspective, what would you do if the Pagans had a DVD with
close-ups of you eating your daughter's pussy? The DVD would include a close-up
of your face as you faked a climax. You'd try to forget it and go on with your
life. Can you imagine sitting in court facing a $300/hour defense lawyer
explaining that? No, better to move on and try to forget what happened.
