Message-ID: <1190eli$9706032201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: 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. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 05/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. 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 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /