Derby Ch. 04

"My girlfriend and two of her sorority sisters are on their way over with a freshman girl named Christy. She knows Derby. She hasn't said much, but she acted really pissed when my girlfriend said she was looking for him."

"Oh God, that's great! I'm calling Brad and a couple of the others," Karen said.

It took some persuasion, but eventually Karen got Christy to tell her whole sordid tale. She told a story similar to the ones Josie and Anna had told. She had met Derby when he helped her move into her dorm. She had immediately liked him, and was pleasantly surprised when he called her that night. She told Karen about Derby's charming ways, the ice cream shop, and Derby's tearful account of his break-up with his girlfriend, Megan. Embarrassed, she finally confessed that she had slept with Derby her first night on campus.

"When I woke up the next morning and he wasn't there, I was upset at first," Christy said. "Then I decided he had left to save me the embarrassment of my new roommate's family finding us in bed together. I called him, but he didn't answer. I didn't think much of it, but when I kept calling him and kept getting his voicemail, I started getting concerned about him. He had mentioned where his dorm was, so I went over to check on him. His roommate didn't know where he was. I kept calling him, and then I went over to his room again.

"That time, I sat with his roommate, Martin, for about an hour. Martin had a completely different opinion of Derby than I had had. He said Derby was mean to him, almost violent. He also told me Derby had threatened him if Marin ever talked to any girls who knew Derby. That's when I started to think I had gotten used. And that's when I got angry."

Christy started to cry. "I'm not some slut, regardless of what you may think. I don't just sleep with guys the day I meet them. But he was so handsome, and so nice. He just made me feel like I could fall in love him, and then he just fucked me and left. I'm so stupid! I'm so ashamed!"

Karen put her arms around Christy and let her cry. After a few minutes, she said, "Christy, you're not stupid, and you're not a slut. You're a victim. Don't be ashamed of that. There was no way you could know what he was like. I met Derby myself, and I really liked him. But he hurt a friend of mine. You're not his only victim. At least one other girl almost fell for his lines, and he scared her badly when she wouldn't go to bed with him. There's no shame in being an innocent victim of a bastard like him. But tell me, honey, do you have any idea where he is now?"

"No," Christy sobbed. "And I don't want to know. At first, I just wanted him to like me. Then, when I started to suspect he had used me, I wanted to scratch his eyes out. Now, I'm scared of him."

Karen said, "It's OK, honey, you're safe. One of my sorority sisters and a couple of my boyfriend's frat brothers are going to take you back to your room and help you pack up some things so you can stay in a guest room in our house. Someone will be with you around the clock until we find him. And we will find him. He's not going to hurt you or any other girl any more."

Karen's phone rang again. It was Joel. "How fast can you get over to the Sigma house? A couple of the sisters are talking to a girl named Melissa. She burst into tears when they asked her if she knew Derby."

"We're on our way."

As soon as Brad and Karen saw Melissa, Brad pulled Karen aside. "Baby, please take this the right way. This is the fourth girl we've seen that Derby did something with, and each one has been hotter than the others. How does this kid get all these beautiful girls? Hell, I'd have given my right arm to go out with any of them before I met you. Did you think Derby was really that good-looking?"

Karen immediately replied, "Derby is beyond good-looking. He's hot. He's a hell of lot cuter than any boyfriend I ever had. Except for you, of course."

"Nice recovery."

Karen continued, "What I'm trying to say is, he's a major hunk, and he's also very, very smooth. He fooled me. I liked him immediately, and I thought Anna was very lucky to have such a great guy interested in her. When I saw them together at the party, I almost envied her, because I sure as hell didn't hook up with a guy that cute the first week of my freshman year. And when he went after Joel for grabbing Anna's ass, I was impressed. I thought that was a sign of chivalry. Even when she started to look a little drunk, he was acting like a complete gentleman. I'm going to try to talk to Melissa now, so make yourself scarce."

It took a lot of coaxing and sympathy, but Karen and a few other girls finally got Melissa to tell her whole story. It was basically the same as Christy's, with the added hurt that she had given Derby her virginity. Karen made the same arrangements for her as she had for Christy, and then reported back to Brad.

"OK, I thought I was pissed before, but now I'm really furious," Karen said to Brad. "That poor girl was a virgin before she met Derby."

"Are you telling me he raped her too?" Brad asked, his temper flaring.

"No. In a way, it's worse. He sweet-talked her into sleeping with him. He seduced her and took from her the one thing a girl can never get back when it's gone. I don't know. Getting raped would be horrible, and losing your virginity to a rapist would be almost unthinkable. But realizing that you gave your virginity willingly to a piece of shit like Derby would make a girl feel so stupid and dirty that, well, I don't know,.... I don't know how a girl could survive that." Karen looked like she wanted to smash something. "We have to find this asshole, Brad, we just have to!"

Like every one else, Derby heard about the parties and activities on fraternity row. He was a little concerned when he learned what the topics of some discussions were going to be, and he debated with himself about staying clear of the whole scene. But with Martin gone, he had nothing to do, no one to pick on. He was glad Martin was out of his hair. I appeared that Martin had taken a lot of his stuff with him, and Derby hoped that Martin would move out of the room permanently. Then, he, Derby, could fix the place up the way he wanted it, and he would have a place to bring chicks to to fuck them.

Bored, Derby went for a walk. It had been two days since he had last gotten his rocks off, and he was getting horny. He wanted to find some new chick, but the main campus was amazingly empty. It appeared that everyone had gone over to fraternity row. Derby knew it could be dangerous over there for him, if anyone had made a connection between him and Anna's rape, assuming Anna had even admitted to anyone what had happened to her. Derby hoped she was just too ashamed to come out and tell anyone that she had gotten so drunk she had let a guy fuck her and bust her cherry.

He finally decided that he should be OK if he just stayed clear of the frat house where he had gone with Anna and Karen. He knew that there would be a lot of fresh young girls at these mixers he had heard about, and he decided he should even attend some of the seminars to find out what pointers the chicks were picking up about guys like him. Maybe, he might even find out more about drugs he could use on any uncooperative piece of ass he took a liking to. It was time to go hunting again.

When Derby got to fraternity row, he was almost overwhelmed by the amount of sweet young pussy walking around. Hell, yeah, he might get lucky tonight. All he had to do was find one of those shy, insecure types, a weak specimen, and cut her away from the herd. He might even learn some pick-up lines that he could use to his advantage.

Almost the instant he got there, a beautiful girl approached him. "Welcome to the first annual Freshman Mixer hosted by the Greek council, cute boy," she said. I'm a Delta. My name's Jenny. What's yours?"

"Mike," Derby answered, suddenly deciding that anonymity could work to his advantage. "I'm a freshman."

"Well, Mike, it's nice to see that the college has stepped up its recruiting of hot guys. Here's a map of the street showing where all the house parties are, and the location of all the seminars and discussion groups. And make sure you wear this. I bet a lot of girls are going to want to know your name." She stuck a name tag on his chest and walked away, her ass swaying beautifully under her shorts.

As soon as Jenny knew she was out of sight, she got on her phone. "I just put a name tag on a freshman who looks a lot like the kid you guys said you're looking for, but he said his name is Mike. He's wearing a navy t-shirt and khaki shorts. He's heading west, and he's just about to pass the Delta house."

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "I see him. He fits the description. I'll keep him in visual contact and call the committee."

Derby continued walking. He was thoroughly enjoying the sights, checking out all the pretty, vulnerable young girls. Finally, he spotted a girl standing alone in the yard of one of the houses. She was slender, average height, with short brown hair, decent-sized breasts, trim waist and hips, and a pixie-cute face. The most important feature of all, though was her eyes. She looked just a little like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Perfect.

Derby dropped his map in a trashcan when he knew she wasn't looking his way, and then approached her. "Hi, um, Sherry," he said, reading the name tag just above her left breast. "I lost my map. Do you have one?"

She looked at him and smiled shyly. "Sure, Mike. What are you looking for?"

"I don't really know. Something interesting to do."

Sherry said, "I'm terrible with maps. I was looking for the martial arts demonstration, but I can't figure out how to get there."

"That sounds cool. Let me look. Oh, right here," Derby said, pointing to a spot of the map.

"OK, but how do I get there?"

"Walk with me," Derby said, "I'll show you."

They started walking down the sidewalk, and then Derby took her hand and led her into the dark side yard between two houses. "This is a shortcut," he said.

"I'm going to lose visual on our decoy Sherry and the suspect," a girl across the street said into her cell phone.

"Move, move, move!" a male voice barked into his phone, and several men began to jog toward the backs of the couple. Another man appeared from behind one of the houses.

"Hello, Derby," Joel said.

"My name's Mike," Derby sputtered.

"Yeah, well my name's Joel, if you remember. I don't really care what you are calling yourself today. All I really care about is that I owe you an ass-whupping."

Suddenly, Derby felt himself being thrown against the wall of the house. A huge body crushed up against him, pinning him in place, and a voice like an angry bear rumbled, "Remember me, Derby? The name's Mountain. I'll make sure you get to see me in good light so you can remember me for the rest of your life. You're gonna be one sorry little motherfucker."

The last thing Derby was aware of for awhile was Mountain's fist hitting him in the jaw.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jodi and Becca were roommates. They had been best friends in high school, and had always shared common interests. Both girls considered themselves very lucky that they had been accepted to the same college, since it meant that they would not have to face their first time away from their homes surrounded by nothing but complete strangers. The girls immediately requested that they be allowed to room together, and the powers-that-be had granted their wish. They had been thrilled when they learned that they were in the same Biology 101 class. That meant that the first class they would take in their college careers would be together.

The girls got up early on Monday morning, planning on having a quick breakfast in the dining hall before going to their first-ever college class. As they walked, they were discussing what everyone on their dorm floor had been talking about – the weekend's activities on fraternity row. They agreed that they had learned a lot about dating and relationships that they had never dreamed of in high school. Each of the girls had met a number of interesting new people, both girls and guys, at the parties, and both had begun some new friendships.

As they walked, they saw that the signs that had been plastered all over campus had been replaced overnight with a picture of a very handsome young man. He looked to be a little over six feet tall, probably about 200 lbs, lean, yet powerful-looking. He had medium-brown hair with some reddish blond highlights. He appeared to be sleeping.

As they walked, each picture they passed had something added to it. The next one they saw showed the same young man, with his ice-blue eyes open. Their coloring was made even more interesting by the contrast they made to his lightly tanned skin. It was hard to read his facial expression, but both girls agreed that the guy was attractive.

"What's written on the next sign?" Jodi asked.

When they had walked a few feet closer they could see that it said, "Come to the show."

"Come to the show? What show? Is that guy some singer or something?" Becca asked.

"I don't know, but he's pretty cute," Jodi said.

"Yeah, he sure is," Becca agreed. "Look, the next sign has a red arrow pointing straight ahead."

The girls passed a few more pictures like that one, and then Jodi said, "Look, there's a red arrow painted on the sidewalk"

"What's this all about?" Becca wondered aloud as they got to a sign that had a red arrow pointing to the left. The arrow painted on the sidewalk also indicated a left turn.

Becca said, "I'm curious now. Let's follow the arrows and see what's going on."

As the girls walked, they noticed other people looking at the signs and following the arrows.

Jodi stopped suddenly and looked at the new picture in front of her. "What are those?" she said, pointing to something on top of the guy's head.

Becca said, "Wow, it looks like someone photo-edited a pair of devil's horns onto his head. Bizarre!"

The next signs they passed had some changes. First, the young man's mouth was re-drawn so that the lips were curled up into an ugly smile. Then, the icy-blue eyes were replaced with fiendish red ones. The face was changed into a handsome but evil-looking face of the devil. Each sign still said, "Come to the show."

Then the arrows on the sidewalk and the sign pointed to the right across the grass. Red arrows had been spray-painted on the lawn leading to the rear of an old building.

"Look at all the people," Jodi said. "They're all heading toward that old courtyard with the fountain."

* * * * * * * * * *

Derby didn't really remember much from the evening before, although he had a vague recollection of a confrontation with the fraternity brothers Joel and Mountain, and a couple of other guys. Now he was struggling to wake up. He was cold, and he realized that he was in pain everywhere. He became aware of the sound of running water.

Before he opened his eyes, he tried to move. "Oh, shit! What the fuck? Why do I hurt so much? And why can't I move?" Derby opened his eyes. At first, all he could see was early morning sky and some tree branches overhead. Then he turned his head to the side, and saw the fountain in the courtyard where he had begun his seductions.

Derby was disoriented and sluggish. Was he dreaming? Do you feel pain in a dream? As he tried to clear his head, he began to understand the source of some of his pain. He was tied to one of the stone benches in the courtyard, his arms pulled out to his sides and bent under the bench at an awkward angle and bound together, and his legs pulled apart and tied at the ankles to some point beneath the bench. Another rope was tied tightly across his abdomen, effectively holding him prisoner. All his joints were screaming in protest at the position, and there was other pain as well.

Some vague impressions from last night began to surface in Derby's fuzzy memory. He remembered being in a room with Mountain, Joel, Drake, Brad, and Brad's girlfriend Karen. He was tied up and lying on some kind of table with harsh lights all around it. He remembered Karen screaming at him and spitting in his face. His jaws had been forced open by some kind of hard rod or stick crammed between his teeth.

Mountain had leaned down and said, "Get a good look at me, pretty boy. I am now your worst fuckin' nightmare. My friends and I all know what you've done. You've had your fun, but the fun's over now. At least for you. But you're actually a very lucky guy. My friends are actually your friends, too. They've made me realize that me literally tearing you apart with my bare hands could be fun, but it might get me in trouble. They also thought that disposing of your body could be a problem, so we've come up with a better idea."

Mountain held up a pill bottle and showed it to Derby. "See these? They're Roofies, the same thing you got from Jerry and gave to little Anna before you raped her, you little shit. You probably only gave her one, but you're a big, strong, handsome, desirable, sexy young guy, so you're gonna take two. I'd give you the whole bottle, but that would kill you. Then we'd still have a body to deal with, and I wouldn't have had any fun with you. So I'm just going to drop two in your mouth and then start pouring water in. Sooner or later, you'll either swallow or choke to death."

Derby couldn't really remember anything else. And now, he was naked, tied to this bench. There was a piece of cloth covering his groin. He attempted to sit up. It was impossible, but he learned something more about his situation. Able to raise his head and shoulders slightly, he could see that there were black marks on his chest and abdomen. Then, he heard voices.

"Oh my God, there's a naked guy on that bench!"

"What the hell? Is he tied up?"

"That's the guy in the picture on all those signs."

A girl's voice said, "What kind of a sick show is this? This kid puts his picture up all over campus on signs that say 'Come to the show,' and he has himself tied up naked on a bench?"

"Is that the same guy in the pictures?" another girl asked. "His hair wasn't pink in the pictures."

By this time, a crowd was gathering, and Derby could see many faces looking at him. Some were laughing, some were crying, but most just looked astonished. He tried to call to them for help, but the gag in his mouth made speech impossible.

Becca and Jodi pushed their way through the people. They wanted to see what the show was all about. When they got close enough, they could see that it was the guy from the posters, without the devil features.

"What's that written on his forehead?" Becca asked.

"It looks like someone took a marker and wrote 'rapist' on his face!" Jodi exclaimed.

"Are those tattoos on his chest and stomach?"

"Yeah, and they look really fresh," Jodi said. "Holy shit, the one says 'sexual predator!'"

Becca said, "Does the one on his belly say 'woman hater?'"

"Are those arrows that point down toward his, you know, his thing, that's covered with that piece of cloth?" Jodi asked.

"They look like it. And look, there's a string coming from between his legs and going over the edge of the bench. What the hell?" Becca said.

Derby was still struggling to move. The pain in many parts of his body was getting more intense now. His squirming caused the piece of cloth over his groin to shift and fall off.

A couple of guys standing near Becca and Jodi made some very ill-sounding noises. "Dude, look!" one of them said to his friend. "He's got a Prince Albert ring. It's all bloody, and there's a string tied to it. Fuck, that has to hurt! Look, it's stretching his cock out straight! That makes me hurt just to look at it! Oh God, if he moves, it looks like the damn ring's gonna rip right through the head of his dick!"