It took a second for his words to penetrate her haze of fear. Betty tried to cry out, to pull away from him before it was too late, but Dale was ready for that.
"Hold her tight," he yelled. "Lift her legs up."
He grasped her fleshy cheeks like a sculptor working with soft clay and pulled them wide. Betty winced with pain. "Awwwww! No! You're hurting me. I can't take it up there. I can't. You'll kill me!" Betty tried to get away, but she was trapped completely.
"Hold her, you guys. Hold her while I blast open her asshole."
"Noooooo! Pleeeeeeease. Please don't do it!" She groaned pitifully as she felt the virile hardness of his penis beginning to spread the pliable lips of her nether opening. He wriggled about, pushing his cock head against her, forcing it inward. Betty's mouth gaped open, and soft, mewling cries escaped her throat. The pain was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Ben Sommers pushed the door of the building open quietly. He stepped inside, Susie Walters directly behind him. He saw movement. Blinking, he fought to adjust his eyes to the dim light. There were several young men. They were naked. One of them was.,..
"Oh my God!" he whispered.
"Shhhhhh," Susie said, restraining him. "You can't do anything. There are too many of them."
"But that girl, whoever she is. They're raping her."
"Ben, don't be silly. She loves it. Haven't you ever been in on a gang bang?" Susie held his arm tightly. "Let's just watch them for a little while. It'll make it all the more exciting for us when we start playing."
Ben could not take his eyes off what was happening. He recognized the boys. He watched Dale Paulson't back moving up and down. He could see his muscles dimpling his fine, muscular buttocks as he entered the girl's body. Her legs were high in the air, flailing about. Suddenly, Ben began to realize that the position was all wrong. Dale could not be fucking her in the usual way. He had to be… Ben's mind could hardly accept the truth of what he was seeing. Dale was sodomizing her. Surely, then, he was witnessing a rape. No woman in her right mind would submit to such a thing willingly. He took a step forward. It did not matter if there were four of them. He would fight them off. Then, in a blinding flash, everything came together. It was Betty! Her car had been out there. These four toughs were raping her, his innocent, darling, bride-to-be. He was stunned, unable to move, unable to think. Then, he heard Betty's voice. It was low and lewd. It could hardly belong to the girl he knew and loved.
"Yesssssssss!" she hissed. "Do it. Fuck me up the ass. Harder harder harder. The pain is gone. I love it. I want you all to do it, one after the other. Ahhh-hhhh!"
Ben turned and bolted from the room. Outside, he sagged against the side of the building and retched, covering the ground with his bile, the stench of it filling his nostrils and causing him to vomit again and again and again.
Epilogue
"I've resigned my job, and I'm going away tomorrow morning," Ben said quietly.
"If that's the way you want it, Ben, then that's the way it has to be," Betty answered tenderly.
Betty sighed. "It probably won't do any good to say it, Ben, but I want you to know I'm sorry."
He looked into her eyes suddenly. "It didn't, though, and that's all there is to it."
"Yes, I guess it is. There's no more to say."
He got to his feet. "Good-bye, Betty," he said.
"Good luck," she whispered.
Betty watched his broad back as he disappeared down the hall of her apartment building. She closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment, staring into space. Then she went to the telephone. She dialed the number and listened to the ring.
"Hello," said the youthful voice at the other end.
"He's gone, Dale," Betty said evenly.
"For good?"
"Yes."
"Gee, Miss Wingate. I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter whether you did or not. It happened. Are you busy?"
"Not really, I guess. Why?"
"I thought maybe you'd like to come over to my apartment."
"Oh. Aren't you afraid somebody might see me?"
"Who cares? Come as soon as you can."