Paul Gable
Gang raped virgin
CHAPTER ONE
'Hey, babe, what's a nice chick like you doin' down here?'
'Ignore him,' Julie Watkins whispered, leaning toward her friend. She kept her eyes on the three shabbily dressed studs standing in front of them on the boardwalk.
'I told you we should have come down here to Venice,' Janet Dennis whispered back, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms. The young blonde teenager felt, a little nervous as she studied the men who had approached her and her girlfriend in front of the recreational pavilion. They looked as if they might be members of some biker club, perhaps one of those involved in all that terrible violence going on down here in this beach community. She remembered reading about the shootings, the rapes, the reports of all sorts of crimes taking place in Venice. Why had she agreed, then, to come down here with her girlfriend?
'Hey, man, don'tcha like us? Man, you're sure fine, really fine,' the tall bearded stud said, his voice becoming thick. There was something in his eyes, something that both attracted and repulsed Janet. She couldn't stare at him. Her fingers were trembling, turning icy while her flesh started to crawl. Why didn't they leave, turn their backs and just walk away from these horrible men?
'No, it's not that,' Julie countered, smiling bravely after casting a glance at her friend. 'It's just that… well, you surprised us by coming up so fast.'
What was her friend doing? Janet looked at the attractive tall brunette with rounded eyes. It was getting dark. The wind was picking up from the southwest, blowing long bands of reddening clouds over the rolling surf and over the wide stretch of white sand. The small crowd that had been down here this cool September day was already thinning, few of them glancing at this group in front of the pavilion.
'We can get to know you two pretty fast,' the tall bearded stud said, rubbing his dirty fingers over the sides of his Levi's.
Janet swallowed hard. She could well guess what the young man meant. Even though her mother had done her best to keep her ignorant of the facts of life, Janet had learned enough from her girlfriends at school. In bathrooms or in the cafeteria she had heard about how guys were built, about how a guy's cock was soft and small until it got excited. And then, wow, it could be over six inches long, maybe even ten! And then all that white hot stuff shot out of the tip, filling a girl up, maybe even getting her pregnant!
Janet remembered how she felt when her girlfriends told her about sex, about fucking! She sat there like the rest of them, turning shades of pink and giggling nervously, wondering if someone was listening to them who shouldn't. And all the while she had this hot feeling between her legs. When she moved, there was that soft, subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her stiff clit that took her breath away. She had glanced at the other girls, wondering if they felt the same way. No, she didn't have the courage to ask her friends, not even Julie who was so daring, so forward. Julie Watkins was going to get herself in trouble some day with the fast life she was leading! Those stories about her and her boyfriend Hank and what they did behind the house one summer night spread like wildfire through the school.
'I don't know… you guys got any stuff around?' Julie asked, sucking in her lower lip and biting down. She looked just like an impish elf, brushing her long brown hair back over her shoulders.
'Julie!'
Janet felt the wind picking up, stinging her face as the three studs looked at one another, their lips curling up into cynical smirks. Janet didn't like the way this was turning out. Julie had suggested shooting down to Venice after school. They had just started classes this past Monday and already school was turning out to be a drag. Julie was able to drive her mother's car on Tuesdays and Fridays, and her mother wouldn't be home until eight tonight. That left the girls five whole hours to drive around. As usual Janet left the destination up to her friend who seemed to know more about all the 'in' spots.
'Come on, Janet, you can't live like a mole all the time. We don't want any… hard stuff. Just, well, you know, some pot or something,' Julie said, straightening her back and tilting her head in an attempt to look older than she was.
'I want to go home,' Janet whispered, pulling Julie to one side while keeping her eyes on the three men.
'Yeah, we got some stuff. But not here. The cops are around too much, you know. If you wanna come with us, we'll have us a little party.'
Janet shuddered. Didn't Julie understand what these guys were after? Didn't she knew they wanted to… to fuck them? She could see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices! But her friend kept going on, talking with them, laughing easily and freely while the sky grew darker. Already the streetlights were turning on, casting their strange white glare on the boardwalk while residents were scurrying home.
'We got some money. We'll pay, don't worry about that,' Julie said, straightening her dress.
'Come on, let's get out of here,' Janet whispered again, tugging her friend away.
'Hey, little lady, come on, we ain't gonna hurt you. Yeah, we could use some extra bucks for tonight. It's the weekend and all that. Come on, it's just a short walk from here down by the canals.'
'Okay,' Julie said, giving her friend a superior look, then moving away.
I should stay right here until she comes back, Janet thought as she joined Julie and followed the three men down Ocean Front Walk. It was madness, insanity to go with the strange men… and on a drug-buying deal to boot! Of course she wasn't horrified at the thought of Julie buying weed. The stuff was sold at school almost as freely as milk at the cafeteria lunch line. She had tried it a couple of times at Julie's, although Janet wasn't sure whether she liked it or not.
'Don't be such a prude,' Julie said, pinching Janet's arm as they turned east on Venice Boulevard and crossed Pacific Avenue. 'You said you wanted to have a little fun.'
'Yes, but I didn't think, I mean, I didn't know you were gonna be down here picking up guys… guys like that.'
Janet looked around her, God, it was getting darker, more creepy. A few cars zoomed up and down the boulevard as they reached a small bridge. To the right she saw a long waterway wending its way toward the marina. Tumble-down homes and apartment buildings clung precariously to the grass-covered banks. A sour, pungent odor seemed to hang over the area, a smell far from, pleasant that grew stronger as the party descended rickety wooden stairs to a cement walkway.
'Careful here,' one, of the men warned. 'Lots of cracks. Fuckin' city don't fix nothin'.'
Janet picked her way carefully in the semi-darkness. A few lights in the homes were the only indication of life in the area. More than once Janet thought about turning around and going back to the car. She drew closer to Julie, wishing time would pass quickly so she could be back home in her boring community. This was the kind of excitement she didn't need.
'Here we are.'
They stopped at the corner of two adjoining waterways.
'Don't worry,' Julie reassured her.
Janet smiled weakly, bugging her thin shoulders as they stepped into a one-story wood house on the canals. It was damp inside, reeking of a mixture of odors. Janet wrinkled up her nose as she walked in. Someone turned on a dim light that barely illuminated the place.
'Name's Jack,' the tall dark-headed, bearded stud said, closing the door behind them and locking it. Yes, he locked it! Janet was sure! She had heard the snap of the bolt even if Julie hadn't. Should she say something? 'That there's Bill and Greig.'
'Get the stuff, man. The girls gotta go,' Greig, a tall wiry blond said, wiping his nose with the back of one hand.
Janet moved behind her girlfriend protectively, watching the way Jack moved. He seemed cocky, self-
