Rape of the Party Girls by spitfiredhoni94
Rape of the Party Girls
Amy and April walked briskly down the quiet street, the clack-clack-clack of their heels on the pavement the only thing breaking the silence of the quiet December evening. It was cold, and they wanted to reach the Christmas party quickly; neither was dressed for these temperatures.
Both girls were 17, and worked part time as waitresses at a local restaurant while studying for their A levels. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close friends, their outfits were chosen to complement each other.
They had both selected short, colourful, loose skirts; cut well above the knee, they were higher on the left, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the wearer’s thigh. Their tops were tight, and ended some inches above their waist, showing their navels.
The girls were quite different in appearance. April was the slimmer of the two; tall, pretty, with long dark hair and a wistful look about her eyes. Slightly built and long-legged, her small breasts stayed pert and high beneath her top; the garment’s thin shoulder straps revealed that she had felt no need of a bra.
Amy was shorter than her friend, but more curvaceous; there was the risk that she might run to fat by her late twenties, but for now could fairly be described as luscious. Her blonde hair was cut short; the swell of her shapely hips and rear moved pleasingly under the skirt as she hurried to keep pace with her taller friend.
“How far is this place?” Amy asked. “It’s freezing out here.”
“It’s close, I think,” April replied. She looked round as they reached a junction, checking the street names. A white van drove slowly by; the young South Asian man driving grinned at the two girls as he passed, blatantly admiring them. They ignored him, naturally. “This way,” April said decisively, indicating the left turn. “It’s a couple of turnings down here.”
The girls set off once more, down a street with fewer houses that ran alongside a park; it was locked now, dusk having fallen a couple of hours previously. Reaching a further junction a couple of minutes later, neither took much note of another white van – or was it the same one? – parked at the roadside. It was a costly mistake.
As they moved to cross the road, Amy and April felt themselves seized from behind. Each girl felt a man’s hand clamp over her mouth and an arm wrapped about her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. The girls screamed in instinctively in alarm, and kicked out desperately. They saw the side door of the van thrown open and two men, both Indian or Pakistani, reached for them. Panicking, April kicked at them, but one of the two simply took hold of her ankles, his big hands encircling them completely. The other grasped Amy similarly, and the teenagers were bundled into the van. As one of the young men slammed the door shut, the girls heard the engine start and the van leaped forwards.
The whole abduction had taken only seconds.
*
“Drive! Drive!” someone was shouting. April felt the floor beneath her vibrate as the vehicle moved forward. She struggled, arching her back; her head was held against the torso of one of her attackers, his hand tight over her mouth. His arm was wrapped about her body, his fingers sinking into the bare flesh of her arm. Glancing up, she saw he was looking to one side, to the front of the van where a fifth man was at the wheel. April could not tell where they were going, only able to see the street lights passing above. Panicked, she looked forward, to see a grinning, gap-toothed boy of about her own age looming over her, his hands about her calves, holding her down. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her body.
April’s eyes widened in horror at what he was obviously contemplating, and she let out a muffled but truly terrified scream. She threw her head from side to side, consumed by mortal terror, only to see Amy held similarly to her right.
If anything, Amy was suffering rougher treatment. She, too, was held on her back, but one lad had his hand clamped tightly over her nose and mouth, while his other bent her right arm up her back. Her other hand was free only to claw at his fingers; he would allow her to loosen them enough to breathe through her nose, but closed his grip again the moment she let go. This meant Amy had no chance of defending herself from the lad – the youngest of the group, looking to be no more than fourteen – who was kneeling across her legs, his hands rudely caressing her thighs. April could see the muscles in Amy’s legs flex and tense under his molestations. Her skirt had ridden up above her hips. April could see she was crying, and felt frightened tears welling up in her own eyes.
The boy holding her legs grinned at her distress. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, leaning menacingly close. “Like it hard, do you, white bitch? Like a slab of dark meat in you? I’m going to give it to you harder and deeper than you’ve ever had it in your life.” He smacked his lips in a perversion of a kiss, sliding his hands up April’s bare legs. She squealed hysterically in protest as she felt him squeeze, just above her knees.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he laughed. “If you didn’t want me feeling you up, you shouldn’t have put the goods on display. I’m just getting a sample of what’s on offer, that’s all.” April heard his friend laugh at this, and cursed herself for not wearing trousers. Why hadn’t she dressed more modestly? Why did she have to draw such attention to her charms?
“Bloody hold on back there!” yelled the driver, in an aggrieved tone. “You’d better not start without me!”
“Alright, alright,” one of the youths grumbled. The one leaning over April scowled. “Soon, bitch,” he said. “You’re gonna get raped real soon.”
They drove for almost an hour, the girls held tight and helpless all the time, trembling and weeping as they were taken to their rape, always conscious of their abductors’ intrusive hands on their bodies. But finally, the van came to a halt. The engine cut out, leaving only a silence that seemed unearthly after so long.
It was then that April and Amy’s nightmare really began.
*
“Alright,” said the driver, “there’s no one around.” He turned and clambered into the back of the van. The others relaxed, and Amy and April felt their grip on them slacken a little. “Scream all you like,” one of them said, “there’s no one to hear you.”
Amy decided to put this to the test. “Help!” she screamed, “Help us! We’ve been kidnapped! Help!” April felt as though she should scream too, but she seemed frozen by fear, her vocal chords no longer under her control.
One of the youths slapped Amy hard across the face, sending the girl’s head fling to one side. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said. “We didn’t bring you out here to listen to your shit!” With a choking cry, she fell silent.
Now, the youths closed in on their prey. The lad who had mauled April on the journey loomed over her, taking her top and working it up, over her breasts, baring them to his view. April whimpered, “No,” as the rolled up top passed over her face; she felt her hair being pulled as the two boys forced it up her arms, then dropped it to the floor beside them. The youth put his hands on April’s breasts, fondling them roughly, rolling the girl’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Stop it!” she wailed, plaintively. “Sssh,” he remonstrated. “Don’t piss me off, or you’ll get a beating.”