“You sure you still feel up to it, babe?” Tom asked.
Feel up to it? God, no! She didn’t feel up to anything but laying down and bawling her head off. Screwing up her courage, though, she said “Sure. We came out to party, didn’t we? So let’s party. Dan, could you be a sweetheart and hand me my coat, please?” Dan reached into the back seat and brought Sue’s raincoat forward. The two men climbed out of the car and Sue, after a quick look around to make sure no one was close by, stepped out with the coat still in her hands. Standing next to the car, she slipped into the raincoat, buttoned it and fastened her belt tightly around her trim waist. Retrieving her purse from the car, she stepped between the two of them, put her arms through theirs, and said “Let’s go! I’m definitely ready for a drink.”
Dan held the door for Tom and Sue and they entered the Stumble Inn. It was a medium sized establishment with a long bar along the right wall, booths along the left, and two pool tables in the middle. There were perhaps twenty or twenty five men drinking, talking and shooting pool. Sue lead the way to the bar and took an empty seat. Tom and Dan sat on either side of her.
“What can I do for you?” the bartender asked.
“We’ve got something to celebrate.” Sue replied before Tom or Dan could say anything. “I’ll have a shot of Peach Schnapps, and my special guys here will each have a shot of scotch.”
“Coming right up.”
“You’re doing a shot to celebrate?” Tom asked. “You must have really enjoyed what we just did to you out there. You really like having two guy’s bang you, don’t you.”
Sue fought her feelings to keep a smile on her face. “I told you, it was a fantasy of mine. I thought it was just great having the two of you climbing all over me like that. I can hardly wait until we get back to the house so you guys can do it again.”
The bartender brought the shots and collected the money. Sue lifted her glass and said “To many more nights of great sex with my favorite guys!”
Tom and Dan smiled broadly as they downed the scotch. Dan signaled the bartender for another round. This was great! He and Tom were really into something great with Sue. He wondered if she was into oral and anal sex? God, would he love to put it up that shapely ass of hers!
Tom and Dan downed their shots and Tom ordered a third round. They were celebrating, all right. Celebrating their mistaken belief that Sue was going to be some kind of sex toy for the two of them. Fat chance. Sue noticed their eyes were sagging, only part way open. It was nearly time. They had been in the Stumble Inn barely fifteen minutes when Tom and Dan passed out on the bar.
A group of men immediately came over and pulled Tom and Dan off their stools and dragged them to the pool tables. The bartender came up and laid his hand over Sue’s.
“Are you okay, Susie?” he asked softly.
“I … I’m not sure, Stevie.” She heard Tom scream behind her as a dick was forcefully buried in his ass. Dan was gagging. He was unaccustomed to having things jammed into his throat. “Did you have any trouble setting things up?”
“No. When I explained to my friends what those two did to you, and what you had done for me, they were more than happy to help.” Stevie and Sue grew up on the same street and had been friends since childhood. When Stevie had realize at 16 that he was gay, he came very near to committing suicide. It had been Sue who had stood with him and helped him through those difficult times. “I put just enough GHB in those first shots to put them partially out. They won’t be able to resist, and they won’t have any clear memories, but they know what’s going on and they will remember bits and pieces of what’s being done to them.”
“Good. I want them to remember just enough to torture them, like my memories tortured me. I want them to have nightmares, but to know the nightmares are real. I want them to know what it feels like to be raped and betrayed.”
Sue noticed the flash of light behind her. One of the men had a Polaroid camera and was taking pictures of Tom and Dan as the rapes continued. She would take those pictures and tape them to 8 ½ by 11 inch sheets of paper, six photos to a sheet. She would then Xerox those pages, making dozens and dozens of copies. Those copies would then be circulated around town. The photos wouldn’t clearly indicate that the two were being raped. Only that they had been involved in homosexual activities. And Tom and Dan would receive copies, too, so they would know everything that had been done to them.
“Did you have any trouble getting them here?” Stevie asked.
“Not really. I just had to get them drunk enough that they wouldn’t realize that this is a gay bar as soon as we walked in. That meant going to some other bars first and … and …” Sue hesitated for nearly a minute. “… I had to … play along and let them … let them … touch me. You know?”
“That must have been hard for you, Susie.” Stevie put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. Something was wrong. “Let’s go back into the office, Susie. You don’t have to stay here for … this.” He indicated the pool tables where Tom and Dan were being simultaneously anally and orally raped. Sue stood up and followed Stevie into the back office. Stevie closed the door, shutting out the sounds from the barroom.
“Something’s wrong, isn’t it, Susie? I can tell.”
Sue felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She was trembling and a whimper escaped from her.
“I … I thought that … that I could … control the s-situation. I … I knew I would … have to … have to let them … touch me … and … and k-kiss me. But I thought … I thought … I could k-keep them from … doing … doing anything … else.”
Stevie saw the tears rolling freely down Sue’s cheeks and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes.
“I was … I was … wrong, Stevie. I was … so wrong. They … they r-raped me. B-both of them. In … in the … in the … parking lot … right … right … outside! They … they … raped me … one … after the … other! Oh, God, Stevie! Oh, God!”
Sue broke down at that point and collapsed against Stevie. He took her in his arms and comforted her as best he could. All of the emotions that she had been forced to keep bottled up through the long night, the anger, the fear, the frustration, the revulsion, all of it came pouring out. Her body was wracked by deep sobs as she cried long and loud. Stevie pulled her down onto the couch and sat there holding her while she cried. The tears came for a long, long time.
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The photos of Tom and Dan made the rounds. The people they worked with, the bars they frequented, even their relatives saw the dozens and dozens of pictures. They couldn’t take it and finally left town. Dan went to California while Tom went to Colorado.
Dan was plagued with nightmares of what had happened. He woke screaming nearly every night. The half remembered visions and feelings were more than he could take. He lasted six months before committing suicide.
Tom tried to chase the memories away with a bottle. He drank hard and heavy. One night, after a particularly heavy drinking session, Tom missed a curve at high speed and plunged over an embankment. He outlived Dan by just nine months.
Sue sought counseling and, with Stevie’s help and support, slowly recovered from her ordeal. Three years later, she met Larry Davis, who would prove to be the most loving, considerate husband any woman could ask for. In a break with tradition, Stevie served as Sue’s Maid of Honor.
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