Laura's Revenge
part 7:
"Bored Now, part one"
John had just been raped in his own home by Lyle and eventually got the upper hand and knocked him unconscious. After contacting Sharon and his sister Jenny and being comforted by both of them, they both insist that he should go to the hospital, but, he was being very very hesitant and even fighting it. Meanwhile, Freddie was also nearly sexually assaulted by Willow and Hayley, only for them to be stopped by Gloria, who shot tranquilizer darts in their necks. Afterward, she and Freddie stuffed Willow and Hayley into Freddie's trunk and headed to John's house, worrying about him. They found Lyle in the garage, unconscious and met Jenny for the first time. Jenny and Gloria took an instant liking to one another as to Jenny, it was nice to know that she had more kin. Gloria and Freddie then stuffed Lyle along with Willow and Hayley and took them off somewhere to interrogate them, again. Now, the ball was in John's court and whether he liked it or not, he needed to go to the hospital. Will he finally go? What was he afraid of? Find out!
Warning: Minor hint of discipline of an adult. Second sexual assault/rape. Mentioning of oral sex. Adult content. Not intended for children or people who don't like/read it. Rated M for a reason.
"John, you're going to the hospital whether you like it or not!" Jenny firmly told her brother and tapped her foot.
"I don't want to!" John shook his head.
"John, you need to and whether you like it or not, you're going!" Sharon and Jenny slightly raised their voices.
"No!" John folded his arms.
"Why not?" Sharon asked.
"They'll laugh at me for getting raped!" John stood on his bed.
"No, they won't." Jenny shook her head.
"John, quit being silly and let's go." Sharon grabbed his leg.
"I'm not going to any hospital! Nobody is going to force me!" John grabbed his gun out from under his pillow and pointed it at the women.
"John, take it easy. We don't want trouble." Jenny put her hands up.
"There's not going to be any trouble, if you don't force me to go to the hospital." John cocked his gun.
"Jenny, why don't you go wait in the car." Sharon suggested.
"You sure?" Jenny asked.
"Positive." Sharon nodded.
"OK." Jenny left and went out to her car.
"Sharon, you're not going to force me to go to any hospital whatsoever! I'm embarrassed as it is and I won't be humiliated any further!" John held her at gunpoint.
"David, quit being ridiculous and hand me the gun." Sharon held out her hand.
"Stay back, Sharon!" John put his finger near the trigger.
"JOHN DAVID BRADLEY, YOU GIVE ME THE GUN, GET DOWN FROM YOUR BED, GET DRESSED, GET YOUR BEHIND IN JENNY'S CAR, AND GO TO THE HOSPITAL, LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BOY, THIS INSTANT!" Sharon raised her voice, sounding very commanding and authoritative, while still holding her hand out for the gun.
"What if I don't?!" John taunted.
"Did you just taunt me, David?!" Sharon got an annoyed look on her face.
"Well, what are you going to do?! Spank me?!" John taunted and sassed, even sporting a sassy smirk on his face.
Sharon stood there in utter silence, still sporting her annoyed look.
"I wouldn't come close, if I were you, Sharon, because, if my gun goes off and hurts you, it'll be your fault!" John snarked, before accidentally firing a shot, which thankfully turned out to be a blank.
Sharon looked around to see where the blank went, found that it hit the wall, and turned back at John.
"Ummm...Sh-Sharon, I..." John paused, after getting the "oh, shit" look on his face, knowing that he done screwed up.
"OK, I honestly don't know where your phobia of doctors suddenly came from, but, what I do know is that you're going to stop acting like a petulant child and grow up all the way...right now!" Sharon walked toward him and grabbed his wrist.
"Wha-What are you going to do?!" John was bug-eyed.
Sharon sat down on his bed and laid John over her lap, locking his legs with her right leg.
"No, no, Sharon! Not this! Anything, but, this!" John pleaded.
Sharon raised her hand really high as if she was going to land a hard swat, but, instead, came to a stop and gently tapped John's backside, before letting him up. John had an embarrassed, yet, flabbergasted and flushed look on his face.
"You're very lucky that I didn't go hard!" Sharon stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Now, I believe you were about to put your shirt and pants on and go to the hospital.".
"Oh no, I wasn't!" John shook his head.
"Oh yes you-David, what are you afraid of? The Doctors won't laugh and your wife won't get all weird about it." Sharon gave him a look.
"I just-If I end up in the hospital-Look, Sharon, Olivia is in the hospital and in a coma. If I end up in the hospital, it'll-I just don't want to fail her! I promised to get those responsible for hurting her and I can't fail her, like I failed Wendy and Jane." John stared at the ground.
"You didn't fail Wendy and Jane." Sharon put her hand on his shoulder.
"Sharon, Wendy was murdered and Jane was permanently blinded. I still, at times, wish I was there that night to protect them, but, obviously, I wasn't and I went Charles Bronson on Razor and his gang. Sure, I hurt those who hurt my family, but, I never got the chance to make up for lost times with Wendy and Jane. Jane's dead now." John sighed, "I know they were my former stepdaughter and step granddaughter, but, I loved them, the same way you love Rusty. Now, I am bound and determined not to fail Olivia, but, my only fears are that either I will fail her or she'll never wake up!".
"John, you cannot go on the rest of your life blaming yourself. You can't save the world all the time. A person can only do so much." Sharon reassured him, "Look, the hospital won't keep you overnight or for a few days. They'll just look you over and send you on your way. That's all.".
"Really?" John got a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes." Sharon nodded.
"Yet, here I was throwing a fussy tantrum like a child for nothing!" John rolled his eyes, before putting his white long sleeved and button down shirt and black pants back on, unknowingly, leaving his belt unbuckled, his shirt half-buttoned, and pants unzipped.
"You always did that in our relationship." Sharon chuckled.
"Don't remind me!" John put his black shoes and socks on and combed his fair and facial hair, before walking to his front door, only to suddenly get dizzy and hold onto the wall.
"You OK, John?" Sharon tried to help him get steady on his feet.
"I think so. Is my dog alright?" John rubbed his head.
Vincent came running to where John and Sharon were, stood on his hind legs, and put his front paws on John's shoulder, as if to steady him.
"I'd say he is helping you." Sharon told him.
"Huh? Oh, hey there, Vince! Who's a good boy?" John scratched Vincent's ears and gave him a kiss.
"I'll meet you at the hospital." Sharon went out to her car.
"Well, Vincent, daddy has to go to the hospital, but, do not worry, he'll be right back." John headed for the door, but, Vincent blocked him, "You wanna come along for the ride?".
Vincent jumped up for joy and wagged his tail. John grabbed the dog's leash and started to go out his door, but, due to his head injury, he got a bit light-headed again. Vincent stood up on his hind legs and put his paws on John's arm, again. John managed to get over the dizzy feeling and get outside to Jenny's car. He opened the backseat door and put his dog inside, before getting into the front seat and buckling his seat belt.
"You OK, John?" Jenny asked, seeing John a bit woozy.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just my head injury is making me dizzy." John nodded his head.
After starting up the car, Jenny drove off to the hospital. Once they got to the hospital, Jenny went in first, in order to sign John in and get a wheelchair. She got John into the wheelchair and wheeled him in, Vincent following. Luckily, John was seen right away, and taken to a bay, while Jenny filled out his information and looked after Vincent, who had a sad look on his face. As he got out of the wheelchair and sat down on the bed, the curtain opened and in came Elaina, who was surprised to see her husband as a patient than a visitor.
"John?" Elaina's mouth was agape.
"Listen, babe, I-" John was cut off.
"Babe, what happened to you?" Elaina pulled up a chair and sat next to him.
"Well, as you can clearly see, I got hurt." John started.
"I told you that this revenge spree would kill you one of these days or hurt you, if not kill you." Elaina put her hands on her hips.
"Babe, I was...I was...r-raped!" John felt tears well up in his eyes, again.
"Oh...sweetheart!" Elaina pulled her husband into a hug, "How can somebody do that to you?! How?!"
"Well, the guy was a creep, obviously! A creep who preys on men my age!" John was repulsed by even talking about it.
"Don't you worry now, babe, because, I've got you and I promise I won't let that happen to you, again. I'd gladly make that creep pay for what he did to you." Elaina rubbed the back of John's head in comfort.
"Elaina, I'd prefer that you stay with Olivia. By the way, how is she?" John asked.
"Still in a coma." Elaina looked down.
"I hope that doctor hurries up with the rape kit and all, because, I will not let this hinder my promise to Olivia on getting those responsible for her coma and Nick's death among other things!" John sounded very impatient.
"John, these things take time and who brought you down here?" Elaina kissed him on the ear.
"Jenny." John answered.
"OK, Mr. Bradley, I-Wait a minute, I spoke to you two a couple days ago about Olivia. What brings you here?" Dr. Marlowe walked in.
"I'm the rape victim and I have a head wound as you can see." John removed his hand from his head wound.
"I'll get that nasty wound of yours taken care of after we run an HIV/AIDS test on you along with a rape kit examination, since, you are a victim of rape." Dr. Marlowe told him.
"How long will that take?" John asked.
"About 4-6 hours, give or take." Dr. Marlowe replied.
"Oh God! What all do you have to do?" John sounded impatient, again.
"Well, first, I must have a thorough medical history from you. Then, you have to stand on a sheet of paper, while stripping your clothes, in order to catch any hair or fiber that may fall off of your body. After that, we collect your clothes and the sheet, so, that we can test for hair, fibers, and any additional evidence. Now-" Dr. Marlowe was cut off.
"Wait a minute, I know who my attacker is, so, you really don't need to collect my clothing or anything." John glared at the doctor.
"You are more than welcome to decline that part, if you wish, Mr. Bradley." Dr. Marlowe said in a gentle manner.
"Thank you." John nodded.
"Anyways, during a physical examination, any injuries from your attack are going to be documented and treated, and evidence is collected. The examiner who will be me or any of the other doctors or nurses, will collect biological evidence, such as saliva, blood, semen, urine, skin cells, and hair by taking swabs of your skin, genitalia, anus and mouth, scraping underneath your fingernails and combing through your hair. Afterward, your body will be photographed from head to toe to preserve evidence of bruising and injuries. Like I said, you are more than welcome to decline any or all parts of the examination, if you'd prefer, Mr. Bradley." Dr. Marlowe explained almost everything to him.
"Not that I want to decline, but, I don't want it to take too long, so, is there a way we can get all of that done in one hour and you send me on my way?" John scratched the back of his head.
"You are really in a hurry, Mr. Bradley, well, we'll see what happens. Also, once the exam is complete, the evidence collected is very carefully packaged and labeled to prevent any possible contamination." Dr. Marlowe patted him on the shoulder.
"OK, let's do it." John stood up from the bed.
"Right now?" Dr. Marlowe and Elaina exchanged looks, before looking back at John.
"Might as well. It'll probably get done faster." John nodded.
"OK, if you insist." Dr. Marlowe guided him to the room where they do the rape kit examination, Elaina following.
"Can I give my clothes to my wife?" John asked, before stepping into the room.
"Yes." Dr. Marlowe nodded, before putting rubber gloves on and getting everything needed for the examination out.
Meanwhile
Freddie and Gloria were interrogating Lyle, Willow, and Hayley, while at the same time trying hard not to kill Lyle for what he did to John. However, the interrogation quickly turned ugly, resulting in Freddie being manhandled by Willow and Hayley, while Lyle was starting to get freaky with Gloria. Gloria was not liking where this was heading.
"Get back, Lyle!" Gloria held out her switchblade and pointed it at Lyle.
"Oh, c'mon baby, you'll like what I have to offer! I know you will, because, your dad liked it!" Lyle took off his shirt.
"You get any closer, I'll kill you for what you did to my dad!" Gloria still held her ground.
"I don't think so!" Lyle grabbed her wrist and tried his best to pry the switchblade out of her hand.
"Gloria, hold on tight! Hold it as if your life depends on it!" Freddie tried his best to fight being held back.
"I'm trying my best Freddie!" Gloria tried to pry Lyle's hand off her wrist, but, was starting to fail terribly.
"Come on, baby, drop it! Drop it! Drop...it!" Lyle commanded.
"I'm not a dog!" Gloria snapped.
"Baby, it'll do you more good to...let...go!" Lyle managed to get the switchblade out of Gloria's hand and kick it aside.
"Dammit!" Gloria looked defeated.
"Looks like we are going to have a party!" Lyle pulled Gloria close to him.
"I thought you liked guys!" Gloria was not liking the close contact she had with Lyle.
"I like both guys and girls." Lyle held her tightly.
"No!" Gloria shook her head.
"You're so cute! You're like a puppy." Lyle petted the top of her head.
"I don't have tail to wag!" Gloria glared at him.
"Then again, you're feisty like an Alligator." Lyle looked her up and down.
"That's funny, because, I don't recall having scales or a snout!" Gloria continued to give Lyle her death glare.
"Oh, you're so feisty! I like that!" Lyle started sucking on Gloria's neck.
"No!" Freddie tried to lunge at Lyle, only to be subdued by Willow hitting him over the head with an empty beer bottle.
"Freddie! Mmph!" Gloria was muffled by Lyle's hand.
"Don't scream, baby cakes!" Lyle pinned Gloria to the ground, grabbed zip ties out of his pocket, and bound Gloria's wrists and ankles.
"Oh no! No! No! No!" Gloria tried to squirm away from him and turned to Hayley and Willow, "Do something! You're girls, aren't you?!".
"I don't think so, baby." Lyle grabbed her by the pants and quickly yanked them off of her, revealing black panties.
"No! No!" Gloria knew where this was heading and was bound and determined to not let this happen.
"Now, them panties of yours are comin' down!" Lyle got a hold of Gloria's black panties and started to slowly lower them.
"No, don't!" Gloria grabbed her panties and tried to prevent them from being taken off.
"Oh, first things first, take this shirt of yours off!" Lyle managed to pull off Gloria's black Halloween shirt that had a rib cage on the front of it.
"How dare you?!" Gloria's mouth was agape.
"Aww! It looks like the bra needs to come off next, then we'll get to them panties of yours." Lyle caressed her breasts and this was only on top of her bra, before he started slowly unhooking it.
"Oh God!" Gloria said, even though, sound didn't come out of her mouth.
"Now, for them panties." Lyle lifted Gloria's legs, grabbed onto her panties, and started slowly taking them down.
"No...don't...please!" Gloria felt tears spring to her eyes.
"After we get through with the fun, I'll pleasure you with anilingus and cunnilingus. Then, you'll perform fellatio on me." Lyle managed to get her panties partially down, before starting to take off his pants.
"No!" Gloria shook her head.
"Now, let's get things started." Lyle exposed himself, causing Gloria to gasp.
"Get it done, Lyle!" Hayley barked.
"Shut up or you're next!" Lyle growled, before going all tongue on the french kiss he was giving Gloria.
Gloria gagged and choked, before biting him on the tongue, causing him to recoil back.
"No! You don't do that!" Lyle gave Gloria five hard slaps on her backside.
"Owwwww! Oooh! Oooh! Owww! Oooh!" Gloria screamed, as the tears started threatening to flow down her face, despite her efforts to hold them back.
"Now, let's try that again." Lyle gave her another french kiss, this time a long and rough one.
Gloria gagged, choked, and coughed, as she didn't find the french kiss at all amusing, especially from a guy who raped her dad just earlier. Pretty soon, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach, as she could feel herself being turned onto her stomach and the coldness of the floor kissing her chest. Lyle proceeded to spread Gloria's legs apart and before she knew it, he thrusted in, a bit hard, causing her to let out a shrill scream.
"Oh, baby, I know it feels good, but, that was just the start of something great!" Lyle cooed.
"Ohhhhh GOD! Ohhhh hooooo!" Gloria, who was bug-eyed, groaned and grunted.
Lyle shoved in harder than before, causing blood to rain down Gloria's legs. He groaned and moaned in pleasure, even smiling and rolling his eyes, despite knowing that it was a girl he was doing it to and the fact that he sexually desired men more than women. However, this didn't matter to him, because, it was another victim added to his list.
Gloria bit down very hard on her lower lip as she screamed, moaned, yelped, and grunted, stifling the sound as best as she could, not wanting to appear weak and not wanting Lyle to get full control of her, but, broke the skin on her lower lip, making the iron taste of her own blood flow into her mouth. She had never felt something so excruciatingly painful in her life or so she thought. Neither a broken leg, thrown out back, bullet wound, stab wound, bashed in ribs, being jumped in high school, punch to the face, black eye, nor a migraine; absolutely nothing. Everything only lasted for a brief moment, although it felt like centuries. The pain was starting to fade away, only to increase when Lyle tried to go further and get all the way into Gloria. He had done this to many people before, so, neither Gloria nor John were his first and certainly weren't going to be his last, except the Bradley father-daughter duo were still living and breathing victims, whereas Lyle usually killed his victims. Gloria pictured what her dad must've gone through earlier and knowing the kind of man he was, how he managed to put on a brave face during the ordeal, yet, how scared he must've been, at the same time. She was hoping and praying that either Freddie would wake up or her dad would show up, because, they'd stop Lyle in a heart beat. However, that wasn't happening, yet.
"You know? I should be broadcasting this on YouTube or Facebook live or something." Lyle laughed.
"Lyle, you're very sick, you know that?" Willow gave him a repulsed look.
"If I am so sick, then why aren't you stopping me, huh?! You're a girl just like this one is." Lyle gave her a look.
"You think I wanna be banged by you and have you call the shots?" Willow laughed.
"I take that as a no." Lyle snorted.
"You should." Willow shot back.
Hayley looked off to the side and shook her head in a seemingly disgusted way.
"What the hell are you shaking your head for? If you were so tough and cared about girls, you'd stop me!" Lyle glared at Hayley.
"Because, what you're doing is just disgusting!" Hayley still looked away.
"If it is so awful, then stop me! No wait, you won't, so, why don't you and Willow shut up or else wait in line, because, you both will be next!" Lyle threatened.
"You think we want to be next?!" Willow raised an eyebrow.
"First you bang her father, earlier today and now, you're banging her! That's just weird and disturbing!" Hayley grimaced.
Lyle ignored them, took another deep breath, and ran his fingers through Gloria's hair. Gloria was starting to shake, sweat, and shudder.
"Oh, don't worry baby cakes, they're shutting up and letting us have our needed fun." Lyle kissed her ear, put his hands on her breasts, and stroked her nipples, earning a moan from her.
Gloria balled her tied hands into fists and desperately tried hard to not think about the pain she was in, as the tears, she tried to hold back, started to stream down her face. Lyle, fully unaware of this, very slowly started to slide out of Gloria, receiving a gasp and hiss from her. He pulled out until just the tip of his you know what was in and then, without a warning, he pushed forward and harder this time, making Gloria yelp, bellow, and howl in pain. Her eyes bugged out for a brief moment.
"Beautiful sound! You know, you and your dad are very vocal." Lyle grunted.
"Oooooooohhhh! Hama, hama, hama, hama, hama!" Gloria tried her best to break free of the zip ties.
"Now, you sound like Ralph Kramden, but, I'm not complaining." Lyle smiled.
Gloria opened her eyes, unaware that she had closed them, after bugging them out and was slowly starting to get use to the pain she was feeling, as she started to not think about it as much. She moaned when Lyle grunted, breathed with Lyle's thrusts, and grunted when Lyle pushed in and slid Gloria's body on the cold ground of the garage. However, the horrible memories of being jumped three times in high school, being sexually assaulted by her gym teacher, being gang raped in the locker room by four boys she knew, and being raped by her fellow cadet at the army academy all started to play in her like a movie, along with the thoughts of what her dad went through earlier and how helpless he felt. These memories had been suppressed for so long that she couldn't help, but, silently cry to herself, as she kept praying and hoping that this would end.
Lyle started to increase his pace and get more aggressive than before. His eyes fluttered with amazement and a smile formed on his face. He even licked his lips and ran his fingernails slowly down Gloria's back.
Using her quick whits and deciding on how to annoy Lyle and possibly make this end sooner, Gloria started pretending that she was enjoying every bit of this. In actuality, she wasn't, but, she figured that if she were to act like she was enjoying being sexually assaulted and that she didn't want it to stop, she'd possibly annoy Lyle into stopping, giving her the chance to turn the tables on him. However, she was also hoping that Freddie would wake up or her dad would pop through the door any minute.
"You know something, sweetness? You look a lot like your dad! You may be a girly doppelganger of his, but, you are exotically beautiful." Lyle purred, before he started to thrust harder and harder.
Gloria yelped and grunted as more blood started coming down her legs. Despite trying her best at pretending, Gloria found that she couldn't pretend much longer as the pain became unbearable. All she could think about was the excruciating pain she was in, how she wanted to kill Lyle for doing this, how she wished Freddie would come to, how desperately she wanted her dad to make an appearance, the horror John went through and felt earlier, the terror John's former stepdaughter Jane and step granddaughter Wendy felt during their ordeal, the terror many sexual assault victims feel, the terror her adoptive sister Lindy Moran felt, the confusion Luna was in, due to her being an infant and not knowing what was happening, the times she was raped in the army academy and high school, and how many other unfortunate souls Lyle did this to. She knew the numbers were way up there and she was now one of them, as was her father. This, among other things, made sick to her stomach.
Meanwhile
John was finally finished with the rape kit examination and was dropped off at his house, along with Vincent, while Jenny and Elaina stayed in the hospital to be by Olivia's side. He texted Gloria and Freddie in order to touch base with them. So far, he hadn't heard back from either of them, which worried him to the point of turning on the GPS tracker he had secretly installed on Freddie's car and their phones. He managed to ping their phones and track the car in the same area where he had interrogated Lyle, Freddie had interrogated Willow, and Gloria had interrogated Hayley last night. Sensing and at the same time fearing that they may either be in danger or possibly dead due to not answering their phones and being M.I.A., he got into his car and headed to where they were located.
"This is not good!" John shook his head.
Suddenly, his phone rang and it was Sharon.
"Sharon, this isn't really a good time." John answered the phone and put it on speaker.
"I know it isn't, because, I have been texting Gloria and Freddie off and on and I still haven't heard back from either of them. I'm really getting worried." Sharon had concern and fear in her voice.
"Well, I managed to track them down and I'm heading to where I tracked them." John had sweat starting to trickle down the side of his head.
"How did you manage to ping their phones and track them down?" Sharon asked.
"That's not real important right now." John sounded a little peeved.
"Anyways, please keep me updated." Sharon sent another text to Gloria and Freddie, while still on the phone with John.
"Will do." John nodded.
"I love you." Sharon said in a soft tone.
"What?" John got a weird look on his face.
"Nothing. Bye." Sharon, embarrassed and blushing, immediately hung the phone up.
John had a puzzled look on his face, but, quickly shook it off and put his mind back on to finding Gloria and Freddie.
Back in the garage where Gloria and Freddie were
As Freddie was still knocked out, Gloria was still being violated just like how Yvette Mimieux's character, Melanie Tolman was in the 1960 film "Where the Boys Are", Ned Beatty's character, Bobby Trippe was in the 1972 film "Deliverance", like how her father was, and like the times she was, only difference was that Gloria was in a dark and cold garage, whereas John was in his own home, Bobby Trippe was in the woods, Melanie Tolman was in a hotel room, and the other times she was violated, she was in the girl's locker room for one experience and in her barracks for another experience. None of this mattered, because, to Gloria, being violated and incapacitated in a garage with others watching was way worse than being assaulted in the barracks, locker room, hotel room, the woods or even your own home. She was hoping for this whole ordeal to be over.
Regretfully and despite not wanting it to end, Lyle pulled himself out of Gloria and put himself back into his pants. However, this didn't stop Lyle from getting in front of Gloria and giving her another rough french kiss. Afterward, he walked around Gloria, watching the young girl breathe heavily, shake, and shudder with her own aftershocks.
"My dear..." Lyle cooed, again, before wrapping his arms around Gloria and kissing her cheek repeatedly, before sticking his tongue out and licking it, "Thank you, so much for letting me give you a wonderful experience and thank you for starting to give me pleasure. I got a bonus today with you and your dad. Now, I wish your dad was here, so, I could do it to both of you, again, at the same time.".
Gloria opened her piercing brown eyes and looked around the garage in complete horror and bedlam, before looking down at herself, and trying her best to cover herself, as she was embarrassed and horrified to be nude.
"Oh, baby doll, you didn't think that was it, did you?" Lyle chuckled, as he got in front of Gloria, causing her to shiver.
"No more! P-Please no more! I-I can't take it anymore! Please!" Gloria's pent up anger was beginning to show, as she begged and as tears flowed down her face.
"Ssssh. You act as if I am killing you, which clearly I'm not. I'm only giving you pleasure, babe. No need to be scared or impatient, because, we're still going to have fun." Lyle put his finger over Gloria's lips, before removing it and pinning her back down to the ground.
"What else is there?! Because, I think you've violated me enough today, not to mention that you violated my father, too!" Gloria stared him down.
"You and father love that word, don't you?" Lyle rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's true! What you did to my father and what you just did to me was violation! You violated us!" Gloria managed to break off the zip ties.
"Oh, toots, you should know that I have more zip ties and a pair of fluffy handcuffs. Also, a leash and a collar, plus a carrier and a few whips, gags, and chains." Lyle spread her legs apart and began to take his pants off, again.
"What in the goddamn hell are you going to do to me now?!" Gloria tried to fight him off.
"I only banged you in the ass, now I'm gonna bang you where it counts. Afterwards, it'll be anilingus and cunnilingus on you, then on me, it'll be fellatio." Lyle put his hand on top of her chest.
"Oh no, you won't!" Gloria managed to scoot away from him and toward her scattered clothing.
"Oh yes, it'll happen, because, your father didn't get to perform fellatio and anilingus on me and I didn't on him, so, you'll be the lucky one!" Lyle pulled her back to him and held her tightly, "I may even age regress you and put you in a little girl's dress!".
"No!" Gloria squeaked.
"You're so cute when you say, 'No!'." Lyle said in a menacing way.
Gloria thrashed around under him and tried her best to hold him back, but, that turned out to be a bust as he put his mouth on her neck and gave her a hickey. Then, he planted another rough french kiss, nearly shoving his tongue into her throat, slowly suffocating her. Luckily, Freddie started to come to and once he did, he was horrified by what he saw.
"Gloria!" Freddie yelled.
"Freddie!" Gloria looked back and got a relieved look on her face.
"Leave her alone, you dirty scumbag!" Freddie glared at Lyle and tried to lunge at him, but, found that he was handcuffed to a pole.
"Ha, ha, ha! You're tied up, so, you won't be her Superman today!" Lyle scoffed.
Freddie spotted a glass on the ground and with his foot, rolled it to Gloria. As Gloria went to pick it up, Lyle snatched it from her and threw it at Freddie. Thankfully, he missed Freddie by a few inches, but, that didn't stop him from turning Gloria onto her stomach, again, fully exposing himself, and thrusting into her, again, only this time in her vaginal area, causing her to go bug-eyed and let out a blood curdling scream.
"Gloria, no!" Freddie's voice sounded as if it was going to break, as tears came to his eyes due to the horror he was witnessing and how helpless he was.
"Girls, shut him up!" Lyle ordered.
No answer.
"Girls, I said-" Lyle paused after seeing that Hayley and Willow left, "Nice! Real damn nice!".
"It's over Lyle! You'll never see the light of day!" Freddie tried to break free of the handcuffs.
"It'll never be over." Lyle thrusted harder and rougher.
"Hey, Lyle! Thought you might've wanted back up." a voice said.
"Yeah, Mitch, you could shut that wise guy up, while I have fun with this lovely girl." Lyle gave a thumbs up.
"May I have a turn with her when you're done?" Mitch slowly unzipped his pants.
"Yes, just don't rush me!" Lyle growled.
"Oh...God!" Gloria cried out.
"It's gonna be alright, Gloria. It's gonna be OK, honey, I'll get you to the hospital and contact your mom and pop, after I kill this bastard." Freddie tried to reassure her through the tears in his eyes.
"You're not "killing" anyone, bub!" Mitch made quotation marks with his fingers, before cracking his knuckles.
Lyle slowly pulled out until just the tip of his you know what was in and then, without a warning, he pushed forward and harder this time, making Gloria cry out very loudly. Blood started running down her legs, again. Mitch laughed and took a few pictures on his phone, while Freddie gave Lyle a death glare, grabbed a bobby pin off of a nearby table, and slowly started to pick the lock of the handcuffs.
"You taking pictures, Mitch?" Lyle grunted, again.
"You bet." Mitch took a few more pictures.
"After I'm through here, comes anilingus and cunnilingus." Lyle batted his eyes.
"Sweet! It'll go on YouTube!" Mitch snorted.
"You hear that, baby cakes? We'll be famous." Lyle twirled a strand of Gloria's hair with his finger.
Gloria was in so much pain and so ashamed that she just cried her eyes out, as she desperately wanted this to be over.
"Hey, Lyle, she's crying like the bitch she is!" Mitch couldn't stop laughing.
Freddie managed to get the handcuffs undone and slowly creeped up behind Mitch. Once he got behind him, he tapped Mitch on the shoulder.
"Huh?" Mitch turned around and got furious, "Hey! He's loose!".
"Knock him out." Lyle ordered.
"Get off of her!" Freddie yelled, as he made his way toward Lyle, only to be stopped by Mitch.
"Oh, no you don't! Mitch frisked him.
"Get off her! Leave her alone!" Freddie thrashed around in Mitch's arms.
"Oh, zip your lip!" Mitch grabbed a vase and broke it over Freddie's head, knocking him out cold and causing a head wound.
"Freddie!" Gloria cried out, before turning to Lyle, "You bastard!".
"Mitch, hold her down, while I finish!" Lyle motioned for Mitch.
"You're not going anywhere, babe." Mitch held Gloria down by her hair.
Lyle started thrusting harder, rougher, and much faster than before, as Gloria continued sobbing and weeping. She spotted her bra nearby and went to grab for it, only for Mitch to step on her left hand.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Mitch pressed his foot onto her hand really hard.
Gloria cried and screamed, before grabbing Mitch's ankle, pulling up his pant leg, and biting down on it, real hard.
"Owwwwww! She's biting! She's biting!" Mitch yelled.
"Hey! Let go of him!" Lyle slapped her backside really hard, but, to no avail.
Mitch kicked Gloria in the face real hard with his other foot, causing her to let go. The kick was so hard that it caused a bruise to form on her face, a black eye, and a bloody bruised up nose. However, this didn't stop her from biting Mitch again, only to be punched about three times in the ribs by Lyle. Gloria bit down very hard on Mitch's leg, breaking the skin and leaving teeth marks. Regretfully and despite not wanting it to end, Lyle pulled himself out and put himself back into his pants. Relieved that the rape ordeal was seemingly over and despite shaking and shuddering, Gloria grabbed her bra, put it back on, and pulled her panties back up. However, Mitch quickly pinned her down, unzipped his pants, and began to slowly lower Gloria's panties, only for her to fight back really hard and kick him in the man area. She quickly stood up, grabbed her clothes, and put them back on, only to be pinned down by Lyle and Mitch, who started to rip her clothes off. She scratched and punched both of them in order to fight them off. Mitch, who was very pissed at this point, pulled out a butcher knife and held it on Gloria's throat.
"Whoa, man! Who told you to do that?!" Lyle was surprised that Mitch would pull out a knife.
"Let's kill this bitch by severing her jugular vein or eviscerating her!" Mitch pressed the knife into Gloria's throat.
"Dude, take it easy with that thing!" Lyle slapped him on the shoulder.
Gloria cried harder, as Mitch began to make an incision on the side of her neck, causing blood to begin flowing down like a tear stream.
"Bro, seriously, put the knife away." Lyle raised his voice.
"Never." Mitch grabbed white duct tape and taped Gloria's mouth shut, before going at the incision he made, making it thicker, before stabbing her in the midriff.
Gloria's eyes bugged out, again, as she let out a loud bellowing muffled scream.
Mitch stabbed the same spot over and over again, before going at another area, faster and faster.
"Baby cakes, forgive him. He's got a little anger problem." Lyle petted Gloria's head.
"Die bitch die!" Mitch yelled as he stabbed the same spot for a fourth time, blood spurting into his face.
"Get the hell off my daughter!" a familiar voice yelled.
"That's a fine time to call this whore, your daughter!" Mitch glared at Lyle, before grabbing an empty wine bottle and breaking it over Gloria's head, causing a bloody gash on the right side of her forehead and knocking her out.
"I said, "Get the hell off my daughter!"." the voice got louder.
"Uh oh!" Mitch got bug-eyed.
"My pet?" Lyle turned around and saw a tall muscular figure standing in a dark area.
A light turned on and the tall figure was revealed to be John holding a gun at both men.
"Now, who in the hell are you?!" Mitch held up the bloody butcher knife.
Gloria, slowly starting to wake up, moaned in agony, before opening her eyes.
"Stay down." Mitch kicked her in the gut.
Gloria screamed and cried, while clutching her stab wound.
John cocked his gun and put his finger on the trigger.
"Look, this little whore needs to-" Mitch lunged at John with his knife, only to be disarmed by the older man.
"You fucking coward!" John threw a punch to Mitch's face.
"Oh, a puncher, eh?" Mitch wiped the blood off of his lip and cracked his knuckles, again, trying to look threatening.
"What? You think that scares me?!" John scoffed, before blocking a kick from Mitch.
"Looks like the old buzzard here, wants to scrap! OK, hit me with your best shot, you old geezer!" Mitch put his fists up and jumped around, as if he was in a boxing ring.
"Oh, you think you're so tough, huh?! Beating up defenseless young girls and guys!" John threw three punches; one to Mitch's stomach and two to Mitch's face, before picking him up by his shirt and hanging him on a nearby hook.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Mitch squirmed around.
"Not fair?! Not fair?! You wanna know what's not fair?! You doing that to my daughter! So, now you get this!" John started punching Mitch, as if he were a punching bag.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Mitch slapped John on the head.
"Oh, a slapper, eh?! How do you like this?!" John started bitchslapping Mitch.
"Hey! You big bully! Stop it!" Mitch kicked him in the chest.
"Why?! You didn't stop hurting my daughter and our friend!" John headbutted him in the midriff.
"Hey! Stop that this minute, my pet!" Lyle grabbed a nearby piece of plywood and whacked John on the behind with it.
"Ouch!" John rubbed his behind, before turning around and punching his palm, like Godzilla did in the 1971 film "Godzilla vs the smog monster", "Nobody spanks John Bradley!".
"Well, I just did, my pet, because, you were a bad pet." Lyle found a rolled up magazine and started hitting John with it.
"Stop that!" John knocked the magazine out of Lyle's hands.
"You think what I did was "terrible", big guy?! That guy calling you his pet, raped that little whore on the ground." Mitch chuckled.
"You raped my daughter?!" John frisked Lyle.
"My pet, you shouldn't be frisking me!" Lyle flicked him on the nose.
"I'm not your pet! Quit calling me that!" John pinned Lyle against the wall, "Why did you rape my daughter and why was that prick over there stabbing her?!".
"Look, rape is such a dirty word. It's worse than violate." Lyle replied in a very cunning way.
"Dirty?!" John pressed Lyle against the wall, "You still raped both of us! It's one thing that you raped me, but, it's a whole nother thing when you rape my daughter! Also, why is Freddie bleeding?! Did you kill him?!".
"No, he knocked him out and plus, my pet, I gave your daughter pleasure and got a bonus with the both of you." Lyle laughed.
"You sick bastard!" John's veins were starting to pop out of his arms and forehead.
"Hey! Willow and Hayley didn't stop me from doing it, so, they're just as much at fault as Mitch is. I just wanted to give you both pleasure and I did." Lyle smirked.
"I ought to squish you like a bug!" John looked Lyle dead in the eye, before turning to Mitch, "And you're next!".
Mitch grabbed a wooden stool and threw it at John. The stool broke once it hit John on the back. John turned his attention to Mitch and started walking toward him, very fast. However, as soon as John got into close contact with Mitch and before he could do anything, Mitch picked him up and threw him over his head, the same way Kiryu did to Godzilla in the 2003 film "Godzilla: Tokyo S.O.S.", which happened to be John's favorite movie. John quickly stood up, only to have a ninja star thrown into his arm, but, he took the ninja star out of his arm and with his head on the younger man's midriff, rammed Mitch into a wall very hard. Mitch kneed John in the chest and knocked him down to the ground, before grabbing his knife, getting back on top of Gloria, and getting ready to stab her, again, only to be shot in the back. At first nothing happened until Mitch fell over on top of Gloria.
"There's a dead body on me! There's a dead body on me! Get it off!" Gloria screamed.
John turned to Lyle and shot him with a tranquilizer dart, surprisingly sparing him for a possible later execution, before coming to Gloria's aid.
"Oh God, please make this be over! Please!" Gloria sobbed.
"Oh, baby girl, it's alright. Dad's here." John pushed Mitch off of Gloria and pulled her into a hug.
"Oh, daddy!" Gloria hugged her dad tightly, allowing herself to cry into his chest.
"Oh, my sweet little girl. I'm so sorry." John allowed himself to cry with his daughter.
"Why did they do that?" Gloria weeped.
"I don't know, honey, I just don't know, except that they're sick in the head." John kissed her on the head, as he continued rubbing her back.
"Did you kill them?" Gloria started crying a little hard.
"Not yet, baby. That's be too good for them." John brushed his tears away, "I'll make them suffer, before they die at my hands!".
"I wanna make Willow and Hayley suffer as well for hurting Freddie and not stopping Lyle." Gloria insisted.
"Speaking of those two, where are they?!" John asked.
"They split, because, they didn't want Lyle to rape them next, even though, they were OK with him raping me." Gloria's breath hitched.
"I'm so sorry, Gloria." Freddie walked up to Gloria and John.
"Freddie, you're OK. I thought you were dead." Gloria turned to Freddie for a brief moment.
"Nope, I'm still alive. Hi, Mr. Bradley." Freddie greeted in a glum way.
"Hey, Fred." John patted the spot next to him in order for Freddie to sit down.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't save you, Gloria. Truly, I am." Freddie had tears well up in his eyes, again.
"Freddie, they would've killed you, if you did anything, so, stop saying you're sorry." Gloria reassured him.
"But, Gloria, I-" Freddie was cut off.
"Look, Freddie, I-" Gloria stopped mid-sentence as she slowly started to succumb to her stab wound and went as pale as a ghost.
"Gloria?" John and Freddie said at the same time.
Gloria started breathing heavily and moaned, while clutching her stab wound, before her eyes rolled back, fluttered closed, and she went unconscious, looking a bit lifeless. John stood up and picked her up in his arms.
"I'm going to get her to the hospital." John carried Gloria out of the garage and out to his car.
"I'll meet you there." Freddie dragged Lyle and Mitch to his car and stuffed them into his trunk, before getting in, and heading straight to the hospital.
Will John get Gloria to the hospital in time? Or will it be too late?
To Be Continued...
