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Trespass – Chapter 17.

Vic paused taking a deep breath and opened his eyes relieved that instead of Dutch's bedroom he instead saw the walls of the surgical waiting room. He looked around and found himself looking into the four horrified faces of his listeners.

"Jesus," Gregory said, "these bastards are sick."

"Yeah well you won't get no argument from me on that score…but there's more…there's worse." Vic reluctantly told them.

"It'll be better to get it all over with now Vic." Aceveda told him, and Vic was surprised to see that some of the earlier suspicion had left his face to be replaced with sympathy instead.

However, when he glanced hopefully at Claudette he felt crestfallen to see that none of the antagonism that had seemed to be directed at him earlier had left her expression. Of course he couldn't blame her he hadn't exactly covered himself in glory during the telling of that nights events. What was worse was that he knew that as his narrative continued that his actions or inaction would only make her despise him even more. Taking a steadying breath he muttered,

"Let's get this over with then."

He closed his eyes and was instantly transported back to that damn room, and that maelstrom of negative emotions that rose up and threaten to swallow him.

Dutch's first rape began in a sick parody of lovemaking as the gunman stroked his hand lightly over Dutch's body in an almost caress. All the while Dutch lay rigidly on his back every line of his body virtually vibrating with tension. Vic felt a surge of disgust when the man leant down and kissed Dutch on the mouth. That such an intimate, loving act should be so perverted into something dirty and invasive saddened him. While the gunman kissed him and ran his hand down over his body Vic could hear small sounds of distress which were coming from deep in Dutch's throat, and he could see his hands clutching the bedsheet below him so hard that his knuckles were white and bloodless. When the gunman pulled back from the kiss Vic was revolted to see blood on his lips. When Dutch turned to look at him Vic could see a thin trickle of blood that ran down his chin where the skin on his lower lip was not only swollen and broken from the earlier punch, but also from a bite that that pig had just inflicted.

Tearing his gaze away from Dutch's mouth Vic could see the intensity of desperation in Dutch's face as he said,

"Vic please help me…do something…help me…p...pl…please."

Vic felt his heart clench with sorrow. The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his head preventing him from doing anything except watch. At that moment he knew for sure that not only would Dutch never be the same after this night but neither would he.

Vic felt himself flinch when the gunman by Dutch slapped him and ordered him to look at him and not Vic. He could see that Dutch's resolve not to fight back for his sake was beginning to crumble, and Vic couldn't blame him no matter what it might personally cost him. The vicious blows to Dutch's abdomen and the brutal way the gunman pushed his legs apart had Vic clenching his hands so hard he could feel his nails biting into his palms. Vic caught onto the pain and used it to ground himself. The fury within him was threatening to overwhelm him, and he knew that this whole twisted situation could dissolve into a bloodbath if he let his emotions take over and he made a wrong move. Although Vic wished that he could save Dutch, spare him from this hideous ordeal he realised that more than anything he just wanted to ensure that Dutch lived through the next few hours. Anything else would have to be dealt with when this nightmare was over.

When Dutch cried out Vic could see that the gunman had stabbed his finger into him a precursor of what was to come. Dutch's panic escalated and he desperately tried to pull himself away from the man looming over him. Dutch was sobbing brokenly in fear while the gunman guarding Vic was getting more and more excited, egging his friend on, eager for his turn. The punch to his face after his mistimed swing at his attacker left Dutch stunned and Vic could almost feel himself reeling from that blow. Suddenly it happened and the scream from Dutch as the man holding him down lunged into him, violating him cut through Vic and he felt tears well up in his eyes. He impatiently blinked them away remembering his vow to remain strong for Dutch's sake. He bit down on the inside of his cheek the pain and coppery taste of blood in his mouth grounding him.

Vic's eyes stare transfixed at the brutal scene in front of him. Dutch's cries of agony lancing through him piercing his heart. The accompanying groans of pleasure from Dutch's rapist and the gunman behind Vic filling Vic with revulsion. It seemed to be going on forever the rapist lowering himself over Dutch his face twisted, his eyes burning with desire as he began a sick chant,

"Fucking yes…oh fuck that's good…so fucking tight."

Dutch's screams faded to agony filled moans every time that animal pushed himself into him. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the rapist grunts and shudders against Dutch as he cums, while Dutch once more cries out in distress and pain.

When the man gets off Dutch laughing and being congratulated by his friend Vic ignores them, blotting them out and concentrating completely on Dutch. He watches as Dutch curls into a fetal position, his back to them, his backside coated in blood and semen which is still running out of him and down his thighs. Vic is afraid by the amount of blood he sees and the overwhelming sense that something very deep and fundamental inside Dutch has been irreparably damaged.