'She bit me, Goddamn it! She bit a fuckin' hole in my arm!' It was the black man who'd been hugging me from behind. I rubbed my cheek against the sand. Maybe someone had stabbed me, maybe they were bleeding me and would drink from my veins. I didn't know. I didn't care. A misty, translucent haze came before my vision. I was dimly aware of voices, shoves of arms and bodies as the slimy cocks were pulled from my twitching cunt and asshole. Then nothing.
'You better get your ass out of here.'
'Huh? I… I…' A face swam before my eyes. Farley. He had my bikini in his hands. 'What… where did…' It was coming back to me. My body hurt in a dozen different places. I felt as if I'd been torn apart by a pack of wolves.
Farley smiled, shook his head. 'Mama Red's hunting for your ass. She don't take kindly to some chick drifting in and letting the boys gang-bang her.'
'I didn't let anybody do… Oh, God, I feel sick.'
'Watch out…' Farley held my head while I puked. Then he made me stand up and thrust the two parts of my bikini into my hand. 'Go down through there and you'll find the path to the lake.'
I staggered forward a few steps, collapsed on my knees. Farley helped me up again. Everything was spinning. Dimly I could remember the church picnic, Janey and Ron and the boat.
'You shouldn't've took off from me like that,' Farley said. 'I ain't half as bad as them bikers.'
'They're your friends, aren't they?' A sob convulsed me but no tears came. He let go of my waist.
'You're lucky they let you keep your shoes…' he laughed, '…and your hair.'
I put a hand to my matted, cummy hair. Then turned from him and lurched away through the trees. I heard him still laughing behind me. I fell twice but forced myself on. When I found the path, I wanted to run, to flee the ugly hell behind me. But I was too weak. I clenched my bikini, too afraid someone would catch up to me to stop and put it on. At last I saw the glitter of wind-tossed water between the thick branches ahead. I plunged down the shore and threw myself into the lake, rubbing the dried sperm from my face and neck and tits. Then I washed my crotch. I forced down with the muscles deep inside my cunt, forced out the jizz that had been planted there. Stringy white tendrils clouded the water around me. I splashed and rubbed my body clean, drenched my hair and cleaned it, too. Then I put on my bikini. The touch of it against my cunt mound was.
Voices from the other side of the island! I recognized Janey's high-pitched laugh. I waded back out to the log bridge and crossed, walking fast, my feet squishing in my soaked sneakers. When the trees thinned and I saw the boat and Janey's water-plastered hair, I felt like I had been reborn again. I'd fallen into some mad hell and emerged alive. Miraculously alive! Now my shame and hatred and frantic need for revenge overcame me. I'd go to the police! I'd tell them how I'd been raped and degraded like an animal. I'd tell them… 'Hey, Lorrie!' Janey splashed up out of the water, waved at me. 'We were wondering where the heck you went.' Her face darkened as I came closer. 'Is anything wrong? Oh, wow!'
I ran up, tears streaming suddenly down my cheeks. 'They raped me! Farley and a bunch of bikers. Phil was there, too. There was a black guy who fucked…' I wasn't used to saying that word out loud. I clamped my hand over my mouth, fell against Janey's shoulder.
'They raped you?'
'God, it was awful! There were two of them doing it to me, and [missing text].'
'Two at the same time?'
'You should have seen them. Like animals! They were all over me, touching me, licking me…' I didn't like the funny look on Janey's face. Maybe it was her lips hanging open. They seemed so full all of a sudden and her eyes had a glazed, wild look. She ran her tongue between her teeth.
'What else happened, Lorrie. Tell me, huh?'
I controlled my sobs enough to get out a few more words. 'They came inside. In my…' I touched my ass, '…back there, too. I had it all over me. One made me take his thing in the mouth.' I started crying again. Janey licked her full lips, nodded in sympathy. One of her slender hands brushed against her belly, lightly touched the crotch of her bikini bottom.
'Sounds awful all right.'
'I want to find a policeman!' I made fists again, bit my tongue in anger. 'I'm going to tell them what [missing text].'
'Are you sure you want to do that, Lorrie?'
I looked at her in disbelief. 'They raped me! Can't you understand?'
'Yeah, sure. I understand. But it's not so simple as all that. The police around Olema are kind of old- fashioned. They have funny ideas about women getting raped.'
'What do you mean, funny?' I dug a knuckle at one teary eye.
'They don't always think of it as rape, that's [missing text].'
'What if I'm pregnant? Oh, God, I'll just die if…'
'When's your period?' Janey asked. She made me sit down. Across a sandy spit I saw Ron sailing flat rocks off the waves. He looked our way, waved.
'I don't know, tomorrow or the next day I guess.'
She hugged my shoulders. 'You'll be okay I think.'
'You're telling me I shouldn't say a word about this? To the police or anybody?'
Janey looked apologetic. 'I know it must have been awful. But you're okay now. They didn't hurt you. And if you go tell the cops, with you being new in town and all…' She threw her hands out. 'I know these guys. I've seen them cruising the high school in their squad car. I mean, they look like they'd rape a chick, too, if they could get away with it. You can just dig how they're gonna act when you come in and tell them you accidentally stumbled onto a gang of bikers having a party and…'
'Yeah, I know.' I put my face in my hands. I was feeling a little sick again and very weak. Maybe Janey was right. And I hadn't thought of my dad, either. What would happen if he found the cut screen where Tony had escaped and then questioned my claim of rape by the bikers? Two times I'd been forcibly fucked by men and I was too scared to say anything. I felt dirty and ashamed. I hated men, hated all of them, even my father.
'I think I want to go home.'
Janey jumped up. 'Sure. I'll go with you.'
'You will?' I felt grateful somehow. Janey was the only person I had confided in, or could trust.
'I think you'd better talk it all out, get it out of your system.' She licked her lips again. She seemed to be breathing faster than usual, but I couldn't be sure.
'Maybe you're right…' I let her lead me towards the boat. Ron was walking towards us, still flipping stones sidearm into the lake. He wouldn't know, no one would know. No one but Janey and me. But when he glanced my way, the tender ruin of my cunt seemed to glow with guilt. It was as if my skimpy bikini couldn't possibly hide the shame of what I'd been through. I was sure he would be able to see the dents of the bikers' fingers, the cummy streaks across my skin.
'We want to go back to the picnic,' Janey told him.
Ron pulled at the boat, slid it down off the sandy beach. 'Yeah, I'm gettin' hungry again myself.' He looked at me as Janey helped me step over the side. 'Where'd ya go, Lorrie?'
'Just for a walk.' I looked down at my thighs. A bruise on the inside of one was beginning to darken.
'Have a good time?'
'Wonderful,' I choked out. 'Just wonderful.' I wanted to be sick again but kept my stomach from bucking as Ron rowed us back towards the distant babble of the church picnic.
CHAPTER TEN
Mom was too busy socializing with folks to pay attention to me. She was sorry I didn't feel well. No, she didn't mind if Janey drove me home in the car, and after she'd found her keys, we headed for the parking lot. Ron dragged along behind.
'I woulda taken you home, Lorrie.'
Janey seemed anxious to get rid of him. 'I'll see you next week sometime, Ron… okay?' He took the hint and
