I was about to die, thinking the whole time that while he was asking me about the unimportant stuff, that those bastards were making a run for it.OK, maybe now would be a good time to, introduce myself. My name is Abby Schmidt.Iâm 22 years old, I have long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and I am definitely a head turner everywhere I go. Tonight I just happened to be out with my best friend, Michelle. We work together and often go out on the weekends with each other. Ok, back to the story.âI was with my friend Michelle âŠâ he interrupted me asking for her full name, address, and number.â⊠anyways, I was with Michelle and we were just having a good time, dancing with guys, drinking, playing pool, you know, having a good night outâ.âEverything was going fine, as usual, until about 11:30 p.m.. At that time a guy came up and asked me to dance with him, he wasnât particularly attractive so I politely declinedâ.âFor the next half hour or so, I could feel him looking at me from the end of the bar where he was sitting. I didnât get a good vibe from him so I moved across the dance floor to the tables at the other side, seemed a good idea to distance myself from himâ.âIâm not sure what pissed him off more, me moving away from him, or me taking a dance with the first stud that came up after I moved. After that dance I looked over to see if he was still there, and he was. Only now his look had changed, Before his look was one of wanting, infatuation, and somewhat desperate. Though the wanting was still there, the infatuation seemed to turn into obsession and he seemed angryâ.âThis isnât the only place we go to for a good time, so I tried to find Michelle so we could go somewhere else. I didnât really feel safe there, with a drunk maniac watching your every move, who wouldnât be freaked outâ.âSo after about fifteen minutes of looking for her, I found that neither her nor the guy she was dancing with were to be found.âDamn!â I thought.âYou see, Officer, we have an arrangement, Michelle and I. So based on that arrangement, I figured she went somewhere with him to have sex. Thatâs not a good thing. Our arrangement stipulates that no matter what, we always meet back at the club by 2 a.m.. That way we could always try to make sure we got home Ok, better two than women riding home in a cab that late than just oneâ.âThat left me stuck there, alone, in a predominantly male populated bar at a mere 12:25 a.m.â.âI wasnât staying there any longer than I had to, so I went outside to the parking lot to make a call, to call her and tell to get her ass back hereâ.âAlright, so the parking lot is lit, but not that well. The lot is full of cars so an on looker would assume the bar is packed. Therefore, there werenât any people coming or goingâ.âI realized the potential in the situation and tried to make my call quickly, and I did. I had to leave a message, not ideal, but it would have to do, I thoughtâ.âJust as Iâm folding the phone and placing it back in my purse, a dark blue van pulled up, out came two men, they grabbed me while another came to me from behind. Now all they did was cover my mouth, I could still see, and I quickly noticed that the man who came from behind was the very same asshole from the barâ.âGet in the fucking van and donât say a word!â I recognized the voice as the assholes.âJust as I started to scream through the hand on my mouth, I felt the blade. Gently cutting into my throat, not too badly, but enough to shut me upâ.âI was thrown into the van and I heard them saying, âHurry up, shut the door, lets goâ.âThe next fifteen minutes or so, were a blur of crude remarks about what was going to happen to me, nothing worth rememberingâ.âSuddenly I felt the van start to shudder and shake, we were on a dirt road. I couldnât see the street lights passing anymore, all I could see through the windshield was trees, lots and lots of treesâ.âIn the second it took for them to figure we were there and what they would do with me first, I grabbed the pepper spray from my purse and sprayed the man holding me.
All this did was get me hit harder than I had ever been hit in my lifeâ.âAs I lay there on the floor of the van bleeding, I could hear the man I sprayed screaming and I could feel him kicking about, at some point even kicking me. I remember thinking to myself that that wasnât worth itâ.âWhile I became the target a few brutal blows, I was told that if I tried that again, they would include my pretty little friend next timeâ.âI was thrown from the van onto the ground and drug around the front of the van, in front of the headlights. This blinded me so again, all I could see were trees, big treesâ.âAlmost immediately I was turned onto my stomach, my dress was unzipped and it was being yanked very roughly from my already aching body. My panties were then cut off and I was told to rise to my feet, I did as I was toldâ.âBy this time I had resolved myself to my fate, I was going to be rapedâ.âI didnât want to add beating after beating to that, so I did exactly as I was toldâ.As Iâm sitting here telling the officer what happened, I start getting ⊠very uncomfortable.âWould you like to take a break Ms. Schmidt?ââNO! I want to get this over with as soon as possible, I donât want to forget anything before I can tell you about it. I could use something to drink thoughâ.âOk, what do you want?ââWaterâ I answered.âIâll be right back, try to relaxâ.âThat is the best water Iâve ever had, can I have some more?ââOf course you can, one sec, Ok?â When the officer returned I asked, âHave you ever worked a rape case before?ââYeah, Iâve worked quite a fewâ.âDid you have any that you couldnât catch, you know rapist?ââYeah, of about a dozen cases, Iâve only been able to catch two. Though in all the other cases the victim didnât remember very much, unlike yourself. I think in the panic of everything, thatâs all they did was panic, but it doesnât sound like you did, so weâve got a pretty good shot at catching these guysâ.âIâve been sexually assaulted before, three times actually. So that wasnât as big a deal to me as knowing this time, I couldnât stop itâ.âI think Iâm ready to continueâ He just nodded grabbed the tape recorder, note pad and pencil.âSo where was I âŠâŠ oh, I stood up as told and waited for it. I knew it was coming, it was the whole reason I was there in the first placeâ.âI quickly assessed how many there were before the âassholeâ came over to me. I counted five, plus the âassholeâ.âWith anger still in his eyes, he looked me over. Roughly turning me around to look get a good look at me from behind, two guys came over and laid me on the ground facing up. Then another came over, placed my dress over my face and held it there tightly. It was a thin dress so I could breath and see shadows in the light from the headlightsâ.âI saw one standing over me, then lowering himself onto me. I must have missed him removing his pants because I didnât expect him to enter me right awayâ.âAs he did, I felt sharp pains from lack of lubrication, and his size. I later found that I was happy he went first, he was the biggest, and I mean big! I think he stretched me out, and the others, I couldnât hardly feel themâ.âHe roughly began pumping in and out, in and out. It seemed like little more than that and he was cumming. On to the second one, I couldnât feel him. I only assume he did his deedâ.As ashamed as I am to admit it, shortly after the third guy mounted, I was starting to enjoy the feelings more than I felt was appropriate. Theyâre doing the worst thing you can do to a girl, aside from murder, and here I am acting a slut getting wet, having to fight as hard as I can not to thrust up into him. Maybe itâs normal, I mean, they didnât pose any threat to me as long I didnât pose one to them, so itâs not like I feared for my life. And I have always liked it kind of rough. Normal or not, I was doing it, no turning back now.âWhen the third guy mounted me âŠâ I continued with the officer.âI felt hands mauling at my breasts, pinching my nipples, trying to hurt me maybeâ.âThis guy lasted much longer than the others had. The whole time up until now, the more inactive participants had been cheering the active one on. Saying things like, âYeah, fuck that bitch goodâ and âDamn heâs really showing herâ. Though I was now used to the crude remarks being made, I froze at one instigating the act of sodomyâ.âThatâs not my cup of tea, never has been and never will beâ. Or at least thatâs what I told him. Aside from the circumstances it wasnât half bad and Iâm thinking of trying it again.
Only in a less dominating situation.âOnce the third guy had finished, I felt hands around my ankles pulling my legs upward, essentially pushing my knees into my chest. Once they were in place, I felt it. The head of a cock nestling up to my rearâ.âNow I know I said I had resolved myself to my fate, but not thisâ.âI thanked God when I felt him slip upward and dip into my cunt first, that lubed him up a bit, and with the previously dispensed fluids that had run down my crack and onto my rear, I knew the pain would be minimal, in comparisonâ.âFirst I felt him slide out and then he hammered his way into my rear. The pain was excruciating, felt like someone took a condom, filled it with needles and shoved it inâ.At this point the officer looks taken aback by my descriptions, But I donât care. He wants to know what happened? Iâll tell him exactly what happened.âMs. Schmidt? I need you to hold on one second while I switch the tapes, this oneâs fullâ.âOk, ready when you areâ.âGo ahead Ms.â He said politely.âThe forth guy was quick, the fifth guy was quick, and even the sixth and final guy was quick, but that didnât stop the pain. I think their semen was making it worse. It didnât burn as bad until after the forth guy finishedâ.âI was rather shocked by what happened next. I thought for sure theyâd leave me fore all they cared was that they got some. They actually loaded me into the van, I watched as they cut my dress to shreds and handed it back to me. The dress wouldnât be much good to me now but, it would cover someâ.âI began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. My nightmare was finally over as they drove into the parking lot of the bar, opened the door and threw me out onto the ground. That was a blow I liked, it meant they were done, gone, out of my lifeâ.âThatâs when I started walking down the street and found youâ.âAnd that about sums it upâ.âYep, I think so Ms. Schmidtâ.âWhy donât you go ahead and call someone to pick you up and take you home, rest is going to be your best friend for a few daysâ.âOk, Iâll call Michelle, Iâm sure sheâs worried sick by nowâ.âOh no! I forgot to tell you, they got my purse and my phone and my money!â. I said anxiously.âThey got your phone? Great, we may be able to use that. Here, take my phone and call Michelle, tell her to get down here right away. We can call them on your phone with her phone, Iâll bet theyâre too drunk not to answer itâ.âThat sounds promising!â I added.So I took the phone and called Michelle, she answered with uncertainty, seeing the name as Officer something, I would be confused too. When she heard my voice âŠâWhere the fuck have you been!?â She yelled.âI was off doing the same thing you were, only I was forced!ââWhat? You were raped? By who?ââBy some drunk at the bar that I wouldnât dance with, him and five of his buddiesâ.âOh my God, Iâm so sorry Abbyâ.âItâs ok for now, but listen, I need you to get here as quickly as possible. The officer here thinks we have a shot at catching them, but we need your phone to do itâ.âMs. Schmidt? Maybe I should talk to herâ.So I hand him the phone and he begins asking her where she is, and then telling her that heâll come pick her up himself and to wait right there.He left me here at the station to go get her, a lousy half hour of waiting âŠâŠâFinally, youâre backâ. I say as they walk into his office where Iâm waiting.âAlright, now you said that they told you next time they would bring your pretty little friend into it, right?âSomewhat puzzled by the relevance of it, âYesâ.âGood, then they may be more open to talking with Michelle on the phone long enough for us to trace the call, and maybe they wonât be suspect of whatâs going on here. Michelle? Call Abbyâs cell and ask for her when they answer, do not let on that you know about any of this. Just try to act like heâs a guy that sheâs with, play it normal, Ok?ââOk, I can do that. What do you want me to say?ââAnything to keep them on the phone until I signal the all clear to youâ.âAlrightâ She answers.He then sets up the trace and tells her to proceed, which she does flawlessly.The shorter version is that it all went basically as planned. My assailants were caught, charged and convicted. Maybe now theyâll get to experience something similar to the hell they put me through.Two months later, I am now trying to recover. The physical aspect has all but vanished, however, the emotional damage has now set in. I canât even talk about it with my therapist without tearing up and quivering. I still canât figure out why I was so aroused during the whole ordeal. Guilt still plagues me for it but inside I canât help feel a bit of excitement mixed in the memory of it.The End. OK, I took into consideration the comments and advise from the last one. This is a different topic but I hope I did better. I hope you enjoyed reading.Anthony
