***Note:The next chapter is an optional extension. It is definitely rated as Mature/Restricted, and you should be 18 years or older before continuing on as adult themes are explored. Be warned that it contains some vivid and extreme imagery of violence, sexuality and nudity. I by no means condone rape, but I feel that describing it helps depict the horrors that Alya experienced. If you feel uncomfortable about any of this, please skip over and proceed to Chapter 36.***

Chapter 35a - That Which is Hardest to Forget (part 2)

His other hand clenched into a fist and poised to strike, Wyl grabs Alya roughly by the collar, tearing her blouse and exposing the slip she wears underneath. Beneath the thin fabric of the undergarment protrudes two tiny mounds, the beginnings of womanly breasts.

All at once, the violent anger blazing in Wyl's eyes become a different sort of fire - an ominous, smouldering look of carnal lust.

But the young Alya does not recognise this strange expression. All she sees is that the Mossfelds are gawking at her in a very creepy way. Feeling somehow violated by their leering stares, she attempts to cover up the recent and rather embarrassing changes to her pubescent body.

But her arms are restrained by her sides, leaving her utterly defenceless.

"My, my, my..." Wyl continues to appraise her body, a perverted smile plastered across his face. "What do we have here?" He prods a tender breast with his finger, making the girl wince. "Our little freak's all grown up. Nice...very nice..."

She does not like the sound of that at all.

Nor the way that all three boys are now manhandling her chest, grabbing at her developing bosom and fondling her nipples. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it tickles, and the tips soon harden under their fumbling.

Suddenly, Wyl slithers down her leg, and begins to undo the laces on her trews.

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Horrified, she tries to protest, but is silenced by another slap across the face. She feels a chill as her pale white thighs are exposed to the elements.

"Cor, wouldja lookit that!" Webb was saying, as he gazes up between her legs. "Even her pubes are ginger!"

"Stop, please stop..." she pleads, as tears of humiliation begin to flow.

Still fixing her with that predatory look, Wyl clumsily rubs her naked thigh with a dry, scratchy hand, his touch making the half-elf's skin crawl.

"Ooh..." Ward coos lecherously. "Betcha she's as easy as her ma."

"Let's find out..." Wyl's hands starts to move up her thigh, towards the downy patch of hair between her legs.

"No!" she screams, kicking and straining to shut her legs, to preserve whatever decency she has left. Instead, she receives another sharp blow across her temples. A warm trickle of blood tracks a course down the side of her face.

And then she feels it; that terrible, debasing sensation, as an unwanted hand rubs up against her, cold and alien against the warmth of her folds. Involuntarily, her pelvic muscles contract, and she whimpers as the tears of shame flow free.

"You like that, don't you, you half-caste whore!" Wyl laughs, as he begins to rub her, harder and faster, his rough hands chafing her delicate virgin skin. She feels a strange, tingling sensation down below, one that is sending odd spasms through her body, and she cries out at the unfamiliar feeling. But her screams only seem to excite the brothers even more, as their lascivious grins grow wider and more savage, so she bites down on her lower lip, muffling her cries, intent on denying the boys any further satisfaction.

But then an unexpected finger is thrust deep inside her, stretching her tight, uninitiated walls, and she shrieks from the pain of her first ever penetration. Mercilessly, the finger begins to move inside her, drawing itself in and out, in and out, rubbing itself repeatedly against her sensitised flesh and eliciting involuntary moans from the frightened girl.

What is happening to her? A strange kind of tingly pressure is building up inside her, just below her navel, and Alya has no idea what to make of it.

Are they hurting me too much? Is that what it is?

As Wyl's finger begins to pump, faster and faster, the ball of tension in her loins grows and spreads, consuming her entire lower half, sending waves of electricity shooting through her spine. She begins to groan in spite of herself, as if the expanding pressure is making her lose control of her own body.

It's getting worse...am I going to explode??

Then the dam bursts, and Alya lets out a long wail, as that strange ball of tension within her deflates, and appears to release its contents in the form of a warm gush from between her legs. At this, the Mossfelds begin to cheer. Thinking she had lost control of her bladder and wet herself, the young girl begins to sob with embarrassment.

Triumphantly, Wyl finally removes his finger, now covered in a clear goo, and disdainfully wipes his hand on Alya's undershirt, leaving a sticky smear on the fabric, tinged pink from blood.

"You're right, Ward," he leers, "She loved every minute of it. She's a whore, just like her ma."

The girl shuts her eyes, ashamed, for amidst all her fear and horror throughout the assault, there was a small part of her that seemed to derive some pleasure from the perverted act.

A part of her was actually enjoying what Wyl was doing to her...

I'm sick, she berates herself. I'm a sick little slut...

Something hard is pushing on her thigh. Alya looks down to see that Wyl has thrust the front of his hip against her leg. A strange, unsightly lump strains against the boy's trousers, like some demonic creature fighting to free itself from its cotton prison. The same swelling is found on Ward and Webb, and they too, are rubbing this solid mass against her body.

What is going on? she wonders, her panic and fear returning. What in hells are they??

Knelt between her legs, Wyl's expression has taken on a haunted, feral quality, like a starving wolf that had just cornered its prey. To her disgust, the boy begins to undo his breeches, pulling them down to his knees, revealing his rigid organ, a dangerous viper poised and ready to strike. With that hungry look in his eyes, he stumbles forward, sitting heavily on her chest, his repulsive erection in her face. Instinctively, Alya purses her lips shut, but the abominable, sour-smelling member rubs itself insistently against her chin and mouth.

Without warning, Wyl grabs a clutch of her hair, and violently jerks her head back. The sudden attack makes the girl gasp. Her stomach roils as the revolting member is forced into her mouth. Thick and firm, it tunnels itself deep down the back of her throat, making her gag. She tries to spit out the offending organ, to push it out with her tongue, but it is too strong for her. Something slimy oozes out from the tip of the loathsome snake. She retches, and the bitter taste of bile mixes with the saltiness of Wyl's pre-cum. Her jaws begin to ache, and she begins to choke.

I can't breathe...

Desperately, Alya bites down on Wyl's penis. The teenager withdraws quickly, howling with surprise and pain, allowing the girl to take in a big gulp of air.

"Stupid cunt!" Wyl's angry fist smacks her in the jaw, making her teeth clash together. Another blow hits her, and another, each one snapping her head from side to side, until she is begging for the sweet release of unconsciousness.

But the merciful blackness never comes. Instead, something stems the flurry of blows. Groggily, she tries to sit up, but she is still being held down. There is a coppery taste in her mouth. As her eyes refocus through a hazy film of blood, she sees Wyl being restrained by his brother.

"Hey, we don't wanna kill her," Ward is saying, as he holds Wyl back.

"Yeah," Webb agrees, "It's more fun when she's awake."

Still glaring daggers at the half-elf, Wyl shrugs his brother off, and proceeds to inspect his injured member. Besides the teeth marks, it is apparent that no serious damage was done. In fact, to Alya's dismay, it still stands at full attention.

With a look of malevolence, Wyl once again looms over the shivering girl, and roughly yanks her legs apart. Before she could protest, he slams himself deep into her, and roars, his face merely inches from the screaming girl's.

"You will take everything I give you, you hear, wench?" he shouts madly, spraying his spittle in her face. "Everything! You will take it, and you will like it!"

He begins to move furiously, harder and faster. Terrified, the girl begins to cry again, as each thrust starts to grate against her skin, tearing and bruising her soft petal-like folds.

Rough hands pick her up by the shoulders and flip her, slamming her face down in the dirt. Again, she feels the awful firmness of an erect penis probing her from behind, entering her, sending shocks of burning pain through her. Her salty tears mix with the blood and earth on her face, as with one last animalistic bellow, Wyl empties himself in her depths.

The sound is like a nail being driven into the coffin of her innocence.

As he extracts his spent member from the sobbing girl, Wyl asks:

"Who's next?"

The rest of the ordeal is a blur; she lays there snivelling, defeated, as both Ward and then Webb take turns on her, her exhausted body nearly numb to their abuse, as they continue to batter her ripped and bleeding walls. Even when they finally relieve themselves inside her, she lays there motionless, her spirit destroyed.

"Half-caste whore," one of the brothers sniffs, as he spits on her. "That's the only thing you're good for."

With that, the Mossfelds saunter off, leaving the isolated clearing, and the bloody, shattered shell of a once innocent young girl.