Chapter 2: Who goes first?
By the time we were out of the school parking lot, they had ripped my bag out of my hands and blindfolded and handcuffed me. Their laughter didn't stop…
"Where are you taking me?" I tried to make my voice sound as strong as possible, I'm sure it didn't work 'cause they all laughed harder. After a while the guy next to me stopped laughing and finally answered my question. "We're going somewhere that no one will find us…" A sob rose in my throat, but I held it back, I refused to give them that pleasure. He then placed his hand on my thigh and I flinched. He gripped tighter and leaned closer to my ear, I could feel his breath on my face, and he said, "Then we're gonna have some fun, right guys?" The two guys in the front cheered, and I gagged involuntarily. His nails dug into my thigh then. "Now that's not very nice, I'm sure you'll have a great time… have you ever even been with a guy before?" When I didn't answer he slapped me, and repeated his question. "Have you?" My cheek stung, and I didn't trust my voice so I just shook my head. He laughed again, "Perfect!"
I'm not sure how long the drive was, it seemed like hours, but I knew it was shorter than that. When the car stopped, and I heard the engine cut off I froze. One by one doors popped open and I was dragged out of the car. My knees buckled and someone slapped me and yelled at me to get up, but I couldn't get my legs to move. After a couple seconds, I was lifted and thrown over someone's shoulder roughly. They started up a flight of stairs and I could hear the excitement in they're voices as they argued about who would be first. I gagged again, which earned me a slap on the ass. They all laughed again and I realized we were off the stairs and walking on a flat surface now. I heard the squeak of hinges when they opened a door, I also heard it shut and locked afterward. The thought that I'd never leave this place crossed my mind, but I refused to dwell on that, I wouldn't show them my fear, even if it got me killed.
"So how should we do this?" It was the driver who was asking. Whoever was carrying me dropped me on what I could only guess to be a mattress, and ripped off my blindfold. I squint at the sudden brightness, and quickly glanced around the small room, trying to find something to tell me where I am. The guy who'd been sitting shotgun finally spoke, "What do you mean? Lets just bang her already!" He stepped up to me and flicked open a pocketknife, probably the same one used to slice my tires. I cringed away from him and he sneered at me. I felt another sob catch in my throat but again, I refused to let it out. The driver grabs his shoulder, "Now hold on, we cant all just jump her, that wont be any fun-" "I should get to go first! This whole thing was my idea." The two guys look back at the one who'd been sitting next to me. The one who drove shotgun looks like he's about to complain, but the driver just shakes his head, "He's right, it was his idea, he should get first dibs." I flinch at his words, talking as if I'm just some piece of meat they're gonna use, tears threaten to leak out, so i close my eyes, locking them inside.
When they'd finally finished arguing, it'd been decided that Jimmy, the name of the guy who'd sat in back with me would go first. Then from there it'd be Mike, the guy who'd rode shotgun, and then the driver, whose name I still haven't figured out. I snapped back into reality when i saw the guy with the pocketknife approach me and uselessly tried to squirm away from them. My shirt was first, sliced into shreds until it simply fell from my body. I tried, in vain, to cover myself, and my bra was sliced away from me. For a moment they just stared, then they howled with lust and laughter and tugged my baggy jeans and panties off my hips and down my legs in one swift movement. Then i lay there, naked and frozen as Mike and the driver tie my wrists to the headboard... Jimmy just stared at me, practically drooling as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. My eyes fell to his boxers, and the very visible bulge in them. I gagged again, but this just made them laugh. As he crawled onto the bed and on top of me, Hollands face filled my mind, my beautiful Holland, kissing me, touching me, smiling that amazingly beautiful smile at me, all the pleasure I'd ever felt with her ran through me, and finally the tears I'd been holding in ran like rivers down my cheeks. Holland... I'm sorry.