chapter 21 after

This clip was a homemade video.  It started off with a wobbly camera which seemed to be focused on some sort of sheet metal.  There was a loud noise in the background.  The camera spun around and pointed to the inside back door of a van.  All the seats were removed and there were three other men in the car with the camera holder.  Just below the view of the screen something was banging and shuffling and there was muffled screaming and gagging. 

A foot kicks up at the man closest to the back door and connects with his jaw, nearly pulling the black ski mask off his face.  The man pulls back in shock and readjusts the mask so the eye slits were back in position.  “Hold the damn bitch down.”  He growls at the other two, who both stoop down to grab whoever was just out of the shot. 

The person behind the camera then speaks in a hesitant male voice, “Are you sure this is the bitch from the film?” 

“Damn sure,” One of the men holding her arms replied, “saw her at the dentist—doctor called her by the exact same name and all.  Bet it’s the same bitch.  Called you bro’s right after.” 

“Well, let us see.”  The man behind the camera spoke.  He shifted and the video angled down.  Helen’s body was twisted and contorted on the bed of the moving van.  The man with the camera had both his legs against the side of her ears and was squeezing her head between them, preventing movement.  Her mouth had a thick towel pushed deep inside it which was held under the camera wielders legs.

A second man had both her arms locked under his single right arm and pulled to the side, causing her arm to push her breasts over to the right side of her body.  The last two men each had one of her legs under their own, preventing her from being able to kick them.  She squirmed like beached fish but four men overwhelmed her with ease. 

“Come on now, let’s see already!” said the camera wielder. Much against her resistance the pair holding her legs pulled them apart.  One of them, using only his feet to hold her down, reached over to her jean shorts and popped the button.  The pants flew open and the zipper slide half way down without anyone touching it.  “Look at this bitch; she wears pants that don’t fit her just to say she can wear a small size.  Little cunt’s all pro feminism and shit then dresses like a whore.  Surprised she hasn’t been fucked like one.”

The man at the button chuckles as he pulls the zipper the rest of the way down, “She will today.”  At that she screamed even harder against the towel and the camera shuck and the sound of a slap quickly came and went.  That shuts her up and she began to whimper.

“Damn shut the hell up. You’ll like this.”  The man with the camera said as he shuck his hand causing the camera to shake with it. 

Her wiggling made it hard but eventually the man at her pants was able to scoot them down to just above her knees.  He then roughly grasped her underwear, and pulled hard, tearing the smooth silk material like it was paper.  “And she wears that shit?  There’s no way man, there’s not f-ing way man.”  The man behind the camera said, “Check it, check that shit.  There’s no way.”

She grew more violent as the violator stuck his finger between her legs to examine her parts.  He looked inside for a while, tilted his head to one side, tilted it to the other and cringed.  “Can’t really see man, she’s moving too much and it’s dark.” The guy looking said.

“Hey,” the camera goes to the guy holding her arms, “Hit her.”  The man with her arms understood and balled one of his fists up.  He drops his fist like a concrete brick and crushes it into her stomach.  All the air vents out of her mouth and she tried to buckle over but was unable to.  She gasped for air but none would come and went deathly still. The camera shifted down real quick just in time to see her eyes rolls back and her cheeks turn bright red. 

When the video moves back up to the rear of the van the second man holding her leg had his phone out and the light shining between them.  “Holy shit… it’s actually there, the membrane is actually there.  This bitch is actually a virgin.  Unbelievable how such a ten out of ten could still be a virgin through all of university,” the man doing the checking pulled back just to admire the thought. 

There was a silence. All four men didn’t quite know what to do with this.  Then suddenly the one who discovered the news reached down with shaking hands and started to undo his belt.  “Woah man, what are you doing?” the one with the arms asked as she finally got air back into her lungs and started panting frantically, moaning at the blow to her chest.

“I’m going to fuck her.”

“Wait man, that wasn’t the plan we were just gonna check man, we weren’t gonna do anything that’s not the plan, that was never the plan.  You won the bet man, take the thousand and leave it be, she’s been through enough.” The man with the arms said.

“Who’s she going to tell?  She’d never admit it.  It’d ruin her entire public appearance, she’d be done for.  And if she did tell,” a chuckle, “This video is going on the internet for the world to see.” The voice behind the camera reasoned. 

The violator zipped down his pants, “exactly,” he said.  Right before he pulled his manhood out the cameraman set the camera down on the side of Helen opposite of the voice of reason holding her arms.  With the video still rolling a shadow appeared over the side of her leg and moved forward fast, as it did her leg jerked violently and a single spec of red splashed onto the lens.  She screamed so loud it sounded as if her mouth was never even covered. As the shadow pulled away and pushed forward even more violently than before, spraying a red mist over the surface in front of the camera.