A Detective Story

"You are so out of your fucking mind," Laura said, "it's not even funny."

Krissy spat on her face. "You think you can fuck my boyfriend on a whim and get away with it?"

"I never fucked your stupid boyfriend. I never would. Even if he begged me to. You can keep him. You're welcome to him."

"Liar! You're such a liar! I can't believe you'd look me right in the eye right here and lie to me like that! You are so twisted! Wasn't half an hour ago you walked out of his room. All his frat brothers saw you strut downstairs and straight out the front door without saying a word to anybody, and they all saw the cocky smile you had on your face. Five different people texted me about it."

"Doesn't mean I fucked him."

"I bet his come is still dripping out of your slutty pussy right this second. We should take a look and see!"

"What? Get real!"

"We're about to get real, you stuck-up selfish whore. I'm gonna show you what's real." She grabbed Laura's arms and dragged them both towards her on the floor, far as she could stretch them, to force her flat on her face and also burning both Laura's palms in the process, scraping them across that rough carpet. Then Krissy got a fistful of the back of her jacket and started pulling up on it, hard as she could. The seam on the jacket's left sleeve, which had already been starting to come a little unraveled the last few days, tore open completely. Fuck! Laura loved this jacket. Bitch was gonna ruin it.

"What are you doing? What do you want from me?"

"Gonna take all this shit off of you. Come on, girls. Don't just watch—help me! We're gonna strip this slut! Tear all her clothes off! Everything!"

The minions hesitated, but not for very long. They were good little minions. "Come on! Everything!" Krissy shrieked again, "Strip this slut to her bare ass! Strip her bare ass naked!"

One of those other girls even started giggling, as they got to work together on Laura's boots and her leggings. Like a spoiled kid unwrapping a surprise present. That was what the sound made you think of.

It was deeply disturbing and frightening. Well, of course. Not so much what they were doing to her—that was almost too shocking to process, so it didn't feel like it wasn't really happening, 'cause it was just too plain ridiculous and sick to be real—but the girls' gleeful attitude, that alone. Laura felt it twist in her guts like a hot knife. How could they be so heartless and savage? How could they giggle? These were other women, her own age. How could girls act like this? Only guys were supposed to turn this evil and nasty, when lust took over their minds. "Stop! Stop! You can't do this! This is too much! You're going too far!"

"Ha!" said Krissy, "Shows what you know. I'm just getting started."

She tried to fight, but just like Rick had pointed out earlier, she was just one girl all by herself, and she was not and never had been any kind of athlete. She had never been a particularly strong person. She had no secret special ninja skills, like a spunky college detective girl in a TV show would probably have. Or a taser, at the very least. She'd had some pepper spray in her jacket pocket, every girl carried some of that shit around nowadays, but of course they had found that right away and confiscated it when they first captured her. Guess if she did own a taser, she'd have already lost it the same way.

"You bitches! You crazy bitches! Quit it! Quit! I'll get back at you all for this! I swear to God! I'll never forgive you! Let go of me! Oh Christ! Ahhuuhh!"

She couldn't stop them taking away all her clothes. The bitches took everything she had. Except for her glasses, if those counted. They got knocked badly askew, somebody's knee had thunked her on the nose and the frame had got bent, but the things still clung somehow on her face. The lenses steamed up during the struggle from the heat of their exertions.

And once it was over, once she was naked, Laura lost her spirit. The reality of it—undeniable now, impossible and unbelievable though this remained—and the humiliation, everything overwhelmed her. She broke down bawling.

"I don't deserve this. I didn't do anything! I didn't! I swear! I didn't have sex with Rick or anybody else!

Just let me go! Let me have my clothes back! You're torturing me for no reason! It's not right! It's not fair! Please! Please let me go! I swear I didn't do anything against you! Please!"

Krissy refused to believe her. "Look at this! Look!" She tunneled her fingers mercilessly into Laura's exposed and defenseless pussy and scooped out glistening goo on her fingertips, holding them up triumphantly. "You're such a liar! You're such a skank! Look at all this come I found! Look at it! He filled your skank pussy up with it, didn't he? Now it's leaking out of you all over the floor! Only your smelly panties were corking it all inside. Look! Right here! Fucking look!"

"No! It's not true! You're out of your mind! It isn't come! It can't be! It didn't happen! I swear! God! I swear to you! It isn't come!"

"What is it then? What is this goo? Huh? Sure smells like come to me. Well? Tell me! Tell me!"

"I don't know! I don't know! Leave me alone! Stop torturing me! I didn't do anything!"

It was just all her own fluid, in fact. A mix of from when she wet herself earlier, and from before that, when she was jerking off Rick. She hadn't fucked him, that was perfectly true, but it was also an undeniable fact that she'd become highly aroused from the act she had performed with him. Naturally it was extremely exciting for her. A huge heady power trip, taking charge of him like that. Utterly dominating him. Not enough to make get her off too, with her clothes still on, and with no direct tactile stimulation during the key moments where it would most count, but still, her body got itself pretty darn close to the peak all by itself, just mentally and emotionally. Triggering a great deal of internal seepage as that occurred. Perfectly natural.

And then, on top of that, being stripped like this. Horrible and nightmarish as it was, it had still made her pussy moisten further. Nakedness does that to a girl, and sheer embarrassment too. Terror all by itself, sometimes. You can't help it; it's an involuntary reaction. Then freaking out about it and trying to fight the feeling just stirs it up worse. If she'd been a boy, she would have got a big aching boner instead, against her will. Didn't mean she'd be happy about it. Didn't mean she'd fallen in love with Krissy all the sudden.

Didn't mean Krissy was right about her, either, calling her a skank again and again. Yet it was getting harder and harder to hang on to the truth of that assertion. She couldn't think straight anymore. Krissy was dominating her too much, too harshly. Laura had almost no resistance left at all. Her will was crushed to nothingness. Facts be damned. There were no help to her, at this point.

"Please let me go! Please forgive me! Please! I'll do anything! I promise I'll never go near Rick again. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm so sorry! Please let me have my clothes back now! Please! Oh please!"

"Not just yet, skank," said Krissy, "One thing more you gotta do for me, before I'm finished with you. One more lesson I wanna make sure you've learned."

"What is it? Oh God. Oh please. What now? Please don't do any more. You don't have to do anything more to me! I swear! Please just stop this! Please stop! Just stop!"

"Just this one last thing, skank. That's all. When you fuck with me, I fuck back. That's what I want you to remember after tonight. That's the lesson you need to learn."

"I've learned it! I learned it already! I have! I swear I have!"

"Well, maybe you have. But we gotta make good and sure. We gotta test you. I'm going to test you right now, personally. And here's how: you fucked my boyfriend, now I'm gonna fuck you. Only fair. If you had a boyfriend of your own, I'd just go and fuck him. But I know you don't. You don't ever seem to bother with getting a boyfriend of your own. I guess you figure you don't need to—you can just fuck other girls' boyfriends, when you happen to be in the mood. Well, not anymore. Not after tonight."

"I won't! Never! I promise! You don't have to do this! You don't have to do any more to me!"

Krissy went on like there'd been no interruption, like she hadn't heard a word. "It's gonna have to be you, yourself. Your skank pussy. I'm gonna fuck it, right now, with this." She dangled a giant dildo over Laura's face. Where had that come from? She seemed to have conjured it out of thin air ... It was gigantic and green and covered with scary gross bumps and spiral ridges all down the length. It was dreadful.

"Oh God. No! Not like that! Not with that thing! Please don't! You don't have to fuck me! I swear I've learned my lesson! Please! Please don't! Mercy! I beg you! I'll lick your pussy! Mercy!"

"I'm not really into other girls, but for you I'm gonna make a special exception. I've brought lube, too. And I made sure to bring a lot." She held up a big purple bottle, with a glowing lightning bolt on it. "It's a special expensive kind that gets hot and tingly when you rub it in real good, and also tastes like raspberries. I think you'll like it a lot. I do. I'm not gonna rip your pussy up—you're not gonna be able to go crying tomorrow to the cops or a doctor and say 'boo hoo look inside me I've been assaulted.'"

"I won't. I wouldn't do that. I promise I won't tell anyone or try to get back at you. If you just let me go right now, I'll never say a single word to anyone. I swear it!"

Krissy ignored this like all the rest, giving fresh orders to her minions. "Roll her over again, ladies. Wanna take her doggy style. Put the bitch back on her hands and knees for me. Get her ass up higher. That's good. You don't gotta hold her no more. I can handle her myself from here on."

"Is it all right," asked one of the minions, the giggling one, "if I make lick my pussy while you fuck her?"

"You can," said Krissy, "but not right off. Wait 'til I tell you. I'll give you a signal. I wanna be able to hear her scream for a while, with nothing in the way. Nothing for her to take her mind off me and what I'm doing to her. I wanna be able to hear it when I make her come. 'Cause I will. Skank like this won't be able to help herself. Won't be able to hold back. I'm gonna fuck her like she's never been fucked before. I'm gonna change this bitch's world. Forever. As soon as that happens, soon as she gives up her orgasm to me, then you can move in and put her lying mouth to work."

5.

>> I'm being raped! I'm being raped! Oh God, I'm being raped!

For the first minute or two, that was all she could keep thinking. Then suddenly another voice inside her head broke in, with a wry, disgusted tone: Just shut up already, we get the picture. We know. You don't have to keep repeating it, for pete's sake.

It occurred to her that she'd just become another statistic. One more sad little pathetic victim to add to the millions and millions. You worry about it your whole life, if you're a woman. On some level deep down, you're always worrying about it. Waiting for it to happen to you. You're always wondering how you'll handle it, when it does. 'Cause more often than not it feels close to a foregone conclusion. Not a question of if but only when ... an inevitable matter of time. How bad will it be, when that times comes? Will you fight or won't you? Will you survive or not? Even if you're careful, it's likely to happen. Even if you do all the umpteen things you're supposed to do to stay safe, and none of the things you aren't. All the hundred shitty rules you're told you gotta follow or else you're "asking" for it. A woman reconciles herself to the situation, best as she can. Just 'cause there's no other choice. It's like breast cancer. Super scary and super unfair, and every female on the planet has to face this same horrible bullshit, all the time—'cause it comes with the territory.

Yet this almost maybe doesn't count. 'Cause this is another girl doing it to her, with a plastic strap-on dick. Never imagined it might happen like this. What are the fucking odds? In some ways, it maybe makes it not as bad as a normal rape, and in other ways it's much, much worse. Much, much more humiliating and unfair. Given the option, she thinks she'd rather have a regular rapist. Well, maybe. Or no, fuck that. Not really.

That lube Krissy's using ... Jesus Christ. Laura's never used artificial lube inside herself like this. The feel of it is very strange, very startling. Very embarrassing. It's not like hand lotion—it fizzles, is the thing. Makes her picture the foam from soda pop. It really feels like that, inside her vagina. Except like Krissy told her, the goop is hot instead of cold. Jesus. Almost like melted candle wax—if you could make the wax bubble and fizz somehow like a soft drink. Carbonated candle wax, smeared insider her pussy.

Jesus Christ!

And like Krissy said, the harder and faster she moves and rubs the stuff in and stirs it up, the heat and the fizzing inside keeps getting worse and worse, 'til it's damn near scalding ... but it feels good, for some reason. Well, no, it's not really a mystery—the crud is just doing what it was designed to. Clever chemistry. Stimulating her.

Sex has never felt nothing like this. Every single aspect ... Laura never let anybody do it to her doggy-style. It seemed too animalistic and submissive and demeaning. She's always on top, when she fucks a guy. It's the only way she can enjoy it, provided the guy lasts long enough. They don't, in general. First few times she had it missionary and never got to come. Didn't like it that way at all. Only now this time doggy is turning out to work better than she would have imagined—just the angle of the dick, for starters. It hits all the key places inside her vagina almost perfectly from this direction. She thought when she was on top, that was the perfect angle, but this way is actually better. Now it finally makes sense why so many girls say this position is their favorite. While as a bonus, the lube, like it's supposed to, is enhancing the sensations ... Holy crap, Krissy's going to make her come!

The fact she's being raped should obviously prevent that. Why isn't it? She can't usually enjoy anything when she's upset or angry, even when it's just a trivial stupid thing that's bothering her. An embarrassing zit on her chin, a stain on her shirt ... She won't be able to sleep or eat or watch TV. She won't be able to relax or concentrate on anything at all until she finally simmers down, which can take ages ... All she'll do is fret and grumble for hours and hours, sometimes days and days. And right now, this isn't a trivial stupid thing—this is the exact opposite. A major legitimate appalling traumatic crisis! This is apocalyptic, the single worst ugliest most dreadful thing that's ever happened to her. Yet Krissy's going to make her have an orgasm, regardless ... Laura can feel it. She can feel it building up closer and closer. It's absolutely unstoppable. Any second now, it's gonna hit home and shatter her ... Hugest orgasm of her whole stupid life. Oh God. Oh God. Why is this happening? What does this mean?

She's more pissed at herself now than Krissy and her minions. After this is over, Laura's going to hate herself for the rest of her life. She will never forgive herself. Never never ever.

When the other girl mashes her smelly oozing pussy up against Laura's face, she doesn't try to wriggle away, or ignore it. Laura puts her tongue out and licks it, without having to be told. And she licks it good. She puts real effort into it—trying to do it right. Trying to find the other girl's clit. It actually helps, having something to do now, besides take the plastic dick and scream—something else to concentrate on. It provides an escape. A specific physical technical task. This stops her thinking. Or at least all she thinks about is what she's doing, what she has to do. Eating a girl out isn't easy—not if you're gonna do it properly. Especially not while you're still being fucked from behind, and getting your hair pulled, jostling you around. It's a matter of targeting, and getting the rhythm right. Takes concentration and determination ... As long as she's focused on this, Laura won't think of anything else. Her emotions quiet down. She's too busy to suffer any longer.

Pussy and its juices, as everyone eventually learns, have a strong flavor and a strong scent, same as cock and the semen that spews out of it. Not bad, just particularly powerfully pungent and distinctive. People often compare it to salty fish, but fishy and salty as it is, really it's not a flavor one is likely to confuse with anything else, afterward. It's the taste of pussy—the flavor of fucking. You don't forget it. It gets all over you and overwhelms you. Plus you can't breathe very easily, when you're shoving your nose into it. That helps too. When you do get a breath, you breathe in more pussy than air. Fogs up your brain, and damn quick.

Pussy and pleasing it becomes your whole world ... Messy as it is, it's almost mystical.

6.

They dropped her off an hour or so later in the same spot where they first grabbed her. Her scooter was still lying where they'd left it. That was a lucky bonus. She'd been sure she'd never see it again.

They wouldn't give her clothes back, after they shoved her out the door into the street. Only thing they offered was the silly pink helmet with the dorky plastic rabbit ears. The giggling minion that had made Laura eat her out came up with that gag. Laura didn't take the helmet. Pretended like she didn't see the girl holding it out at her, because she was too focused on Krissy alone—Krissy's blazing eyes. Trying with her own eyes to wring one tiny shred of pity out of the psycho, now that Krissy's victory was complete and irrefutable for all time. "Please! You can't leave me like this! Not after all the rest. You've punished me enough! Please!"

No good, inevitably. "See you around, skank," said Krissy, "Don't cross me again. Fucking you was really fun, though. I liked it much more than I thought I would. You seemed to like it a lot too, once you got into it. You decide you want more, come find me. Just stay away from my boyfriend. You see us some place together, don't you come near. Turn around and run the other way, fast as you can. And obviously that goes double for when I'm not with him. I catch you even looking at him—"

"I won't. I promise. Please let me have my clothes back. Just my jacket? Don't leave me out here naked, all alone in the cold and the dark. Please!" She knelt down on the asphalt, still clutching her sore pussy with both hands—she couldn't take her hands off it. Like they were stuck to it with glue. Pressing on it like that was soothing. She wasn't really conscious of doing it. "I beg you. I beg you. Don't leave me here naked."

Krissy only snorted and they peeled out, roared away. That was that.

After weeping for quite a while, Laura finally got to her feet and shuffled over to her scooter. She took a breath and bent again to heave it upright, with an "Oof!" At least doing that finally got her to take her sticky hands off her crotch. Paint job on the side of the thing was pretty scuffed, but not as bad as she thought it would be. No dents. She didn't start the motor. Didn't want to risk the noise attracting any attention to her. She decided she would walk it the rest of the way home, as quietly as possible along the side of the road, and with her body hunched as low as possible behind it. Not that it provided much coverage; she just had to make do.

If a car came along ... or some people walking ... What would she do? Probably drop the scooter at the curb and run into the trees, just try to hide until they passed.