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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 24, 2015 6:13:25 GMT
"Say cheese!""Wait, Lydia, don't post that online, Morty thinks I'm at Athena's house, studying!" Cian said, breaking her lips away from Killian's and pushing his face away so that she could try to snatch her friend's phone. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Lydia laughed, holding her phone over her head and trying to keep it away from Cian. "Dad thinks I'm at home, working on my history paper. Aww, look at how cute you two look! Cian, you actually look like you're capable of love in this picture. I can almost see your icy heart thawing.""UGH!" Cian groaned, giving up. "Don't you have anything better to do than torment me? Where's Aiden? Didn't he say that he would meet you here?"The music in the frat house was loud and thumping throughout the entire house and just about everything smelled like alcohol and weed. Lydia, Cian, Kat, Athena, and Mercy were probably the only high schoolers there. It wasn't exactly their first college party though, considering their boyfriends were all in college... well, except for Kat. She and John weren't exactly dating yet, but they could all see that it was on the horizon. The night was snowy and bitter cold and, with her father working late, Lydia was more than happy to get out with Aiden. The only problem was, her boyfriend was running late, forcing her to brush off the advances of drunken and high college boys while occupying herself with the company of her friends. "He's with Eric and Cailan, working on something for school. He'll be here eventually... where's Keiran and Mercy?" Lydia asked, brows knitting together as she craned her neck to see if she could spot them. "I saw them sneak away earlier to go make out somewhere. OOH! Do you think Mercy's finally going to give up her V card?" Cian obviously couldn't wait to interrogate their friend once she returned to them. Standing next to Killian, she wrapped her arm around him, sticking her hand into his back pocket and shooting a fiery glare at some girl who was eying her boyfriend up from across the room. She looked like she might stab the girl if she tried to even come close to Killian. "I don't know. John, Eric, and Jared threatened to push Keiran off of a cliff if he even gets too handsy..." Lydia responded, taking a sip of her beer. "Merc said that Keiran stayed for dinner one night and John pulled his chair around wedged himself right between them at the dinner table.""That's almost as bad as the time John, Eric, and Jared conveniently showed up at the movie theater while they were on a date and sat right behind them. You know, I'm really surprised that Keiran hasn't given up by now."Are you kidding me? He's whipped," Lydia laughed, checking her messages to see if Aiden had responded to her question about whether or not he was done yet. It was true too. No matter what Mercy's three older brothers did, Keiran wasn't deterred... not even when all three of her brothers waited out on the front porch with baseball bats on the night of Keiran and Mercy's first date. Their father wasn't much better though, sitting at the kitchen table and cleaning his gun that same night. Hearing about all of that made Lydia happy that she didn't have any siblings. Her father wasn't much better than James though. "I need another drink," Lydia insisted, linking her arm with Kat's. "Come with me?""You two behave yourselves. I don't want to have to tell Aiden that you're flirting with a bunch of guys here!" Cian joked before turning her attention back to Killian. "I have a present for you..." she said, reaching down the front of her dress and pulling an unopened condom out from between her breasts before dangling it in his face with a devilish look in her eyes. Leading Kat into the kitchen, where the kegs were, Lydia was still waiting for a call or text from Aiden, just as she knew Kat was waiting for John to show up. When it was her turn at the keg, she took the hose only to discover that it was completely tapped out. "Son of a bitch," she said to Kat, getting nothing more than a few drips. She's only had one drink, damn it. "Ugh, this party is so lame..." Of course, she was only saying that because Aiden wasn't there yet. It was too crowded, nobody would share their weed, and the keg was out. "Lydia! Kat!" a voice called to them over the talking and music. Lydia looked around, smiling at the sight of Marcus. While Marcus wasn't exactly her friend, he was among Aiden's best friends, along with Eric and Cailan. "You two having a good time? Where's Aiden?" he asked them, a joint between his thumb and middle finger. Lifting it to his mouth, he held it between his lips and put his arms around both of their shoulders. "It's sort of a bust, honestly... And he's not here yet. He's running late." Lydia responded, looking over at him and Kat, dropping the keg hose. She missed the smirk that crossed his face when he heard that Aiden wasn't even there yet. "What a loser... Some buddies and I have some booze up in one of the bedrooms if you ladies want to come hang," Marc said, dropping his arms and taking the joint from his mouth. "Want a drag?" he asked, offering the joint to them. Lydia graciously accepted it, taking a long drag before offering it to Kat. It wouldn't be the first time she'd hung out with Marc, but it would be the first time she'd hung out with him without Aiden around... She was only going if Kat wanted to though. Arching a brow in a questionable glance at her friend, she awaited her response. LydiaCianMercy
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 24, 2015 19:52:43 GMT
Katerina laughed as she watched Cian try to get Lydia’s phone to delete the photo she had just taken. She loved her friends, without them she knew her life would be extremely boring. She watched as Killian grabbed Cian’s arm and pulled her back to him, throwing his arm over her shoulder. ”Send me that picture Lyd, I’ll set it as my lock screen pic until Cian figures out my latest password and changes it.” Killian said with a grin. He was always changing his password though it was mainly just to bug Cian than to hide anything. ”What are you going to do if she calls to see that you’re actually there and my mother, being the bitch that she is, tells her that neither of us are there?” Athena asked as she downed the rest of her beer and glanced around, probably looking for Luke. She looked back at her friends as they mentioned her brother though. ”Ha, are you kidding? He came home practically shaking after their first date saying that he was lucky to be alive.” She told them, maybe just SLIGHTLY over exaggerating her brother’s reaction. Kat was giggling again as Lydia linked her arm in her and asked her to go get another drink with her. ”Yeah, I need a refill too anyway.” she said with a smile as she walked with her into the kitchen. She heard Athena say ”Eww, get a room you two!” To Cian and Killian before the music drowned out their voices. ”Right, how could they run out of beer?” Kat said, teasing Lydia for complaining about the party being lame. They both knew she was just upset that Aiden hadn’t shown up yet. Kat herself had been checking her phone every ten minutes or so to see if she had gotten a text from John. When she heard their names being called, Kat turned and gave Marcus a brief smile. She hadn’t ever really liked the guy but Aiden trusted him so she trusted Aiden’s judgement of the guy. She glanced at his arm as he draped it around her shoulder and then back at him as Lydia answered his question. Her phone chimed as he was asking them a question and she looked at it, hoping it was a message from John but was disappointed when it was just another message from her father saying that he was going to be working late. Reflexively she took the joint from Lydia and took a drag off of it before she realized Lydia was looking at her pointedly. Oh, right, Marcus had asked if they wanted to go upstairs for beer. A small part of her told her that she should refuse, but it was a party after all. So instead of saying no she shrugged. ”Sure, why not. It’s not a party unless you’re drunk right?” Kat said, looping her arm back through Lydia’s. She pushed that weird feeling in her gut aside and took another long drag off the joint before handing it back to Marcus. ”Lead the way then.” She added with a smile. KaterinaAthena |
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 25, 2015 22:51:59 GMT
"Awesome," Marc said, a broad smile crossing his face as he took back his joint. "Right this way, ladies..." Turning and leading them through the crowd of people, toward the stairs, Marc's athletic frame easily parted through the crowd. The entire house was full and, even on the stairs, they had to push their way past people. Walking behind him, Lydia couldn't even see the triumphant smirk that was etched across his face. Lydia didn't know Marc nearly as well as she knew Aiden, Eric, and Cailan. Then again, she'd known them her entire life. Marc only became friends with the guys after his family had moved into town when Lydia was still in middle school. He and the guys had been freshmen in high school. Physically speaking, Marc was what most girls would consider hot and had an impressive, athletic physique. He was your typical college football star, but he definitely wasn't Lydia's type. She would take Aiden over Marcus any day and, as good looking as Marc was, Aiden was still a thousand times better looking... and sexier. Definitely sexier. Heading down the hall on the second floor, they had to squeeze past stoners and couples who were so glued together that they didn't take notice of anyone else around them. Opening up the door of one of the bedrooms, Marc motioned them through with an inclination of his head and shut the door behind them. Lydia's eyes flashed around the bedroom, from the posters of bands and porn stars on the walls and clothes laying on the floor to the four guys just hanging out. The entire room smelled like weed and cigarette smoke and Lydia had to hold back a cough. Roland, who was sitting in the desk chair, was the only person that she recognized and he honestly looked as though he would much rather be somewhere else. The other three guys looked up when they came in, one lounging on the bed with a joint in his mouth and the other sinking comfortably into a bean bag chair, flipping through a dirty magazine, and the third sitting with a beer in hand and his back against the side of the bed. "Guys this here's Lydia and Kat," Marc said, introducing them and crossing over to the mini fridge. Lydia stood a little uncomfortably by the door, wondering just how comfortable she should make herself. "That's Austin," Marc said, motioning toward the guy in the bean bag chair. "Brian..." The guy sitting on the floor nodding his head, offering a "sup?" to them. "And Chris... this is his room. And you already know this douche nozzle." Roland looked up at them, looking a little sick and not offering them so much as a hello, even when Lydia smiled at him and said "hey." She'd always gotten along with Roland, but she didn't know him as well as she knew Keiran and Athena. "Make yourselves at home," Chris said, moving so that there was more room on the bed for them. Marc, meanwhile, turned his back on them and set their beer bottles on the nearby desk. Though Lydia couldn't see since his body was in the way, she heard the distinctive sound of the caps being popped off as she sat next to Christopher on the bed. She made sure not to sit too close to him, not wanting to give the wrong impression. She had a boyfriend, after all. Rob Zombie was playing from someone's iPod on the speakers on a nearby shelf and the room was mostly lit by colorful party lights and a blacklight. It was still enough for Lydia to see fairly clearly though. "So when's Aiden supposed to get here?" Marc ask, turning back to them and handing each of them a beer bottle. Christopher offered Lydia his joint, but she declined before taking her drink from Marc. "He was supposed to be here a little while ago, but he's stuck working on a project or something with Eric and Cailan. He should be done soon... I hope. They waited until the last minute to work on it." Brows knitting together, Lydia pulled out her phone, checking it for any messages or calls. Still nothing. She didn't drink just yet, and she didn't notice Roland looking at their bottles of beer. "Sounds like he's fucking some other chick," Chris said with a smirk, taking a drag of his joint before passing it to Brian. Austin tossed his dirty magazine to the side and Lydia tried not to give Chris a look. "He's not that kind of guy..." she said, trying to be nice about it but not appreciating the insinuation about her boyfriend. Chris only shrugged his shoulders though and Marc settled himself between Lydia and Kat. He was sitting right up against her, but she didn't say anything. If she moved over any farther, she would be sitting too close to Chris and she would much rather sit closer to Marc as opposed to a stranger. Brian, meanwhile, pulled himself up onto the bed next to Kat and draped an arm around her shoulders. "So you two are in high school, right? That's hot," he said, giving Kat a charming smile. Lydia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the guy's awful attempt at flirting with her friend. She knew he only wanted to get into her pants and she knew that Kat wouldn't let him. Hurry up, loser. I'm bored without you. : (A moment after she hit send, running her thumb along the top of her beer bottle as she did so, Marc slipped her phone from her hand, setting it on the night stand. "Chill. Let him worry about you and get a little jealous for a bit... wondering what you're up to," Marc said, winking at her and putting an arm around her. "Take a selfie with me," he said to her, leaning his head toward hers and holding up his phone. When the flash lit up, it captured her giving him a slight look. "Drink up," he said, glancing at her beer bottle.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 26, 2015 6:30:39 GMT
Katerina followed him through the crowded frat house, feeling more and more unsure about the whole thing as they went her but she figured it was too late to back out now… plus it was a party you did stuff outside your comfort zone at parties right? She gave the people in the hall looks, especially those who were otherwise occupied with each other, but walked past them with Lydia into the room Marc was motioning them into. Right away she almost gagged on how much smoke was in the air but managed to suppress it thankfully. Kat’s eyes took in the room, the choice of wall posters, the messiness of the room… the fact that they were the only girls in there. But seeing Roland there kind of made her relax… after all she knew him, she could trust him if not any of the others.
Kat followed Lydia’s lead and sat down beside her on the bed, her leg accidentally bumping the Brian guys shoulder. Hastily she scooted over towards Lydia a little more feeling uncomfortable, though she really didn’t know why. Of course, Lydia did all the talking as Kat tried to look anywhere but at the other guys in the room not wanting to give them the wrong impression. She took the beer Marc offered them and held it for a moment as she was about to cross her legs but when Marcus situated himself between the two of them she ended up right back where she started with her legs up against Brian. Mentally she sighed and took a drink of the beer.
She gave Lydia a look when the guy got up on the bed and sat beside her… she had already taken two more drinks from her beer by then, and he put his arm around her shoulder. It was weird, but when she picked up her arm to push his off of her it seemed heavier than normal, but Kat shrugged it off as she said ”Yeah… we are…” She said, giving him a ‘go to hell’ look as she spoke. Okay, maybe they really shouldn’t have come up here. Of course the guy didn’t seem to take a hint and placed his hand on her thigh, super close to her crotch.
Kat went to push it off and stand but a rush of dizziness hit her and the bottle of beer she was holding crashed to the ground. ”Lydia!” She said, suddenly beginning to panic. She definitely hadn’t drank enough to be dizzy like this! Her entire body felt like it was moving in slow motion as she tried to move her arms and push herself back off the bed, she wasn’t even thinking about the fact that she was so weak she could be easily over powered… just that they really should get out of there right now. Her eyes caught sight of Roland and suddenly she felt so betrayed. How could he have let this happen? He out of all of them was the one Katerina could have sworn she could trust.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 26, 2015 9:32:25 GMT
The longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable Lydia was becoming, especially when Marc insisted that she drink. Something just seemed off to her, especially when Christopher scooted closer to her, sitting up against her now. She didn't drink, as Marc insisted, and the moment that Christopher set his hand on her thigh, she stood up. "Maybe I should call Aiden and make sure he's okay..." she said, her heart pounding. It was when Kat screamed for her that terror truly gripped her and she knew that something was wrong.
Before she could respond, however, Marc grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap, making her drop her full beer bottle right onto the floor. As it rolled across the carpet, the foamy liquid started to pour out of it. "Marc, stop!" she cried out in response, trying to push him away and get up. It was useless, however. He was too strong in comparison to her, not to mention larger. "KAT!" Lydia cried out, watching her friend who seemed to be in a haze. They'd drugged Kat... and they'd tried to drug her too.
"Hey, relax. Don't be such a buzzkill, Lydia," Marc said to her, holding her against him and pinning her arms against her own chest as she squirmed. "Aiden can wait a bit, it won't kill him. I'll tell you what, we can take some pictures and send them to him if you want." While Marc laughed at his own, sick joke, Christopher knelt on the floor in front of her, yanking off her boots as she tried to kick him. Austin, meanwhile, was standing with his phone in hand, recording everything. Lydia wanted to cry and had to avert her eyes when she saw that the pervert had his own dick out and was stroking it with his other hand. "STOP IT!" she cried out as Chris started to tug at her pants. This couldn't be happening. Why would Marc do this? He was one of her boyfriend's closest friends.
"Don't be such a drag, man. Here, take this... keep recording," Austin said, nudging Roland and handing him his phone. Roland took it reluctantly. "You guys sure you want to do this?" he asked, doing as his friend bid him to do. Likewise, Marc held out his phone again to take another selfie with Lydia.
"Would you quit your whining?" Marc insisted toward Roland as Lydia tried to kick Chris in the face. He managed to catch her foot though and tugged her pants down to her ankles. Lydia shouldn't have entered the room... she shouldn't have followed Marc... and she shouldn't have come to the party. Tears were starting to flow down her face and, while Chris pulled down her underwear, Marc was tugging off her shirt in a frenzy.
Kat was helpless, that much was clear and Lydia couldn't get Marc and Chris off of her. "HELP!" she yelled, ready to yell again, but Marc clamped a hand down on her mouth and Austin turned up the music. She cried out against his hand as Chris pried her legs open and she felt his tongue sliding along her opening. This couldn't be happening. It was all just an awful nightmare, it had to be. "Keep screaming Lydia. Go ahead, the more you scream, the harder we'll fuck both of you. Aww, and poor Kat just can't fight back... You wouldn't want her to get hurt now, would you?" Lydia paused in her struggle, looking toward Kat.
No... she couldn't just let this happen. She wasn't going to just let them rape her and she wasn't going to let them rape Kat either. Elbowing Marc, Lydia pulled away from him and pushed Chris. Pulling up her pants as she jumped to her feet, she bolted toward the door. She couldn't abandon Kat, but she sure as hell could get to that door and expose the little party within. She was just in her bra and pants as she tried to slip away, but Marc wouldn't have it. Having regained his bearings, he jumped to his feet, grabbed Lydia by the arm and slammed her against the wall.
"Maybe you should have taken a page out of her book and drank the fucking beer I gave you. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad then. That's okay though... I enjoy a good fight." Pushing her pants and panties back down, Marc pushed them all the way off and kicked them away before unsnapping her bra and discarding that too. She was still dazed from being slammed into the wall. Even as she tried to push against his chest, he pressed against her and grabbed her thighs in a painful hold. Pulling her legs up and around his waist, he shoved his shaft into her, making her cry out in pain. "No, please- Marc, I just want to go home!" She was blinded by the tears flooding down her face and tried to shield her face as Christopher used Marc's phone to snap a picture.
Feeling Marc inside of her not only hurt, it made her feel sick. Everything was so chaotic and the sound of his laughter and the music playing filled her ears. "You can go home to your daddy when my friends and I are done fucking you," he said, starting to thrust himself into her, taking her right against the wall.
"NO!" she tried hitting him, but he only grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "God, you are so fucking hot when you struggle, Lydia. Are you guys getting this? I want to be able to watch it later and remember how fucking great your pussy felt..." Laughing as Chris was recording them while Roland was recording Kat and Brian, Marc started to kiss Lydia's neck and chest until he took her nipple into his mouth. After sucking on it and making her whimper, he bit down, hard, around the areola and made her scream. That was definitely going to bruise.
"Would you shut her the fuck up before we get caught?" Chris asked. With every thrust, Marc shoved her harder into the wall. There was nothing pleasurable about the experience, it was just plain painful. Looking over his shoulder, Kat was a blur through her tears.
"If you're a good girl, I won't send any of this to Aiden. You wouldn't want him to know how much of a fucking slut you are now, would you? Or your daddy. Imagine the look on his face when he realizes how much of a whore his baby girl is." Marc said her, breathing heavily. He was enjoying this way too much, feeding off of her torment and fear as her struggle against him turned him on more. When she cried out in response, he only smiled. "That's what I thought... God, your pussy is so tight. I knew I should have done this sooner. I've wanted to fuck you for the longest time."
"Would you hurry the fuck up? I want my turn," Chris said, the phone still pointing at him and Lydia as he tried to get better angles. The spotlight from the phone was shining in Lydia's tear filled eyes, practically blinding her and making her turn her face away. Her mascara and eye liner was now smeared beneath her eyes and she was trying to block it all out. It was obvious that she wasn't getting out of this one, so her best course of action was to just shut down. That wasn't happening though and she felt every bit of pain and fear, excruciatingly gnawing away at her. The music reverberated in her ears and one of the guys turned it up again to drown out her cries.
Who is this irresistible creature
Who has an insatiable lust for the dead?
Living dead girl!
Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way to bring the giant down
Defunct the strings of cemetery things
With one flat foot on the devils wing
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
The music was so incredibly loud that Lydia couldn't even hear her own screams and pleading. The only positive thing about this was the fact that she also couldn't hear Marc's taunting anymore.
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an S.S. whore
Making scary sounds
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Someone turned on strobe lights. Lydia hadn't seen who it was, but they were blinding, making the pounding in her head even worse. The flashing lights just added to her fear. Every time Marc kissed her, he followed it up with a bite, leaving marks upon her skin, some of which would surely bruise.
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Cyclone jack hallucinating hack
Think Donna Reed eats dollar bills
Gold foots machine creates another fiend
So beautiful they make you, kill
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Her body was responding in a way that she never thought it would to such violence. Her muscles tightened as waves of pleasure mixed with pain flowed over her. The orgasm was unexpected, not to mention terrifying. Tightening around his shaft, Lydia gave up trying to push him away, her entire body shaking from the force of her unwanted climax. Though the waves coursing through her should have been pleasurable, they were anything but and they made her feel sick. When he noticed this, he unpinned her arms and let her practically collapse against him, trembling and crying. Pulling her hair over her one shoulder, he held her to him tightly so that she couldn't pull away and resumed kissing and biting her neck.
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
He didn't stop. Even after she orgasmed, he only quickened his pace, pounding into her harder than before. She was pinned against his chest, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated. He didn't slow his pace until he released into her, groaning in her ear even though she could hardly hear it. When he pulled himself out of her, she could feel his cum, mingling with her blood, dripping down her thigh. He didn't pull back right away though and instead, seized her face with his hands, forcing his mouth on hers and shoving his tongue into her mouth. He didn't care that she was hitting him and trying to push him away. When he stepped back, he just let her slide to the floor against the wall, broken and sobbing, trying to cover her bare and aching breasts that were covered with his bite marks.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 27, 2015 21:56:02 GMT
”No!” She heard herself saying as Brian pushed her back onto the bed and making her lay on her back. Even though they had drugged her, Kat’s fighting instincts broke through enough that she reached up and scratched the closest thing to her… which happened to be the bastards face. ”Let me go!” She said even as he began pulling off her boots with one hand while holding her to the bed with the other. Katerina could hear his laughter over the music and it made her sick. ”I don’t think she’s complaint enough man, maybe she needs more.” She heard one of the others say but she was too busy trying to pry Brian’s hand off of her stomach to realize what he was talking about.
Brian had her boots off and was already tugging her jeans down as Austin climbed onto the bed and got behind her. ”No! Stop it! Let me go!” She said struggling as lifted her head up. When she continued to struggle he pulled her hair, making her gasp and that’s when he started pouring more beer down her throat, drugging her even more. She coughed and gagged on it as it made its way down her throat. ”That’s enough man, hold her arms for me.” This was a nightmare, they never should have accepted Marcus’ invitation and it was all her fault, she had been the one to agree.
Austin grabbed her arms and held the up over her head as Brain ripped off her panties then did the same with her shirt, not caring that he was ruining it completely. He seemed surprised to see that she had gone without a bra that day. ”Mmm, you look just as good as your friend over there. You nasty little whore. I bet you’re enjoying this aren’t you. You’re already wet for me.” Brian said as he shoved three fingers up into her pussy, not even caring as she cried out in pain. She started to close her eyes, not wanting to look at his face, but then he bit her, hard, on her clit and she screamed and tried to kick him but only ended up having her legs held out even wider.
Kat made the mistake of glancing up at Austin, only to see a filthy grin on his face as he watched his friend shove of his jeans and shove his dick inside of her. Her arms felt like lead as she tried to break free of him but he only held her tighter and leaned over her to lick her breast while his friend thrust into her violently. ”NO!” She said but they weren’t listening to her as someone turned up the radio even more. All she could think about was the feeling of Brian shoving himself into her, over and over and the feeling of Austin licking and sucking and biting all over her body.
It hurt. It all hurt so bad, she could feel her vagina tearing from the abuse it was getting, burning as he ripped into it over and over again. She was crying now, her body shaking, but what really hurt her the most was how her body was reacting to all of it. She could her muscles coiling and getting ready for release. This bastard was driving her to an orgasm and it wasn’t pleasurable at all. It was no where near what she had ever experienced with her past boyfriends. She and John hadn't even had sex yet...
John. What would he think of her after this? Would he still want her after she had been ruined so terribly? She cried even harder as rhe orgasm ripped through her, only exciting Brian more. ”I knew you wanted it, you filthy little slut. My dick makes you come doesn’t it you little whore.” He said pumping into her so hard it felt like he was pushing himself right into her womb. When he finally came inside her he laughed and pulled out of her only to stick his fingers deep inside her then draw them out. ”Since you’re so filthy, why don’t you see how good we taste together.” He said before grabbing her by the jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoving his come soaked fingers inside her mouth. That was all it took and she was throwing up on him.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 28, 2015 6:00:55 GMT
"Get up," Chris said, though Lydia couldn't clearly hear him over the music, and handed Marc's phone back to him so that Marc could keep recording. When Lydia didn't move and stayed where she was, trembling and trying to get a hold of herself, Chris grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up. Lydia cried out, having no choice in the matter. She tried to pry his hand off of her, but it was pointless. Pushing everything off of his desk, Chris proceeded to shove Lydia into it so that she was bent over the top. As he pinned her, forcing her head down so that she had to turn her face to the side, Marc was there and getting in her face with his phone. Lydia was trying to push herself up, but Chris had the upper hand. Marc reached up and pushed her hair from her face, just as Chris pushed himself into her from behind. Crying out, Lydia made a fist and hit the top of the desk, begging him to stop. "Come on, baby, beg some more," Marc said with a laugh, pulling off his belt. "You know you like it... I bet you've never had such a large cock, have you?" As Chris pounded into her, gripping her hips with a steely grasp, she wasn't prepared for what Marc had in store for her. The first time he hit her across the back with it, leaving an angry, red mark, the pain ripped through her unexpectedly, making her jump. The second time he did it, she cringed with anticipation, screaming and begging for them to stop. Neither of them did. After Chris released into her, he gave a few more good thrusts before finally pulling out of her. Lydia couldn't bring herself to move, even when he stopped pinning her. She was starting to feel numb, like her mind was just slipping away and finally giving her a sense of relief. Staring at her friend as Brian forced his fingers into her mouth, she was filled with such an awful sense of hopelessness. Roland just felt like he was going to throw up. His head was pounding and neither the strobe lights or the music was helping. Brian jumped back when Kat threw up on him, pissed as hell. "You fucking bitch!" he exclaimed, slapping her across the face before seizing her already ruined shirt and using it to wipe the puke off of himself. Chris just laughed at him and took out his own phone now to take pictures. "I don't think she likes you!" he called out over the music, prompting a glare from Brian. "Go take your turn, man," Chris said to Roland, slapping him on the back. "Yeah, c'mon, don't be such a baby, fuck one of these bitches. You know you want to," Brian said, tossing away Kat's shirt. Roland looked between the two girls, feeling the pressure. This wasn't right. He'd known both of them for as long as he could remember. Christ, they were friends with his younger brother and sister. His friends' taunts were getting to him though and he tried to pull himself together. Getting to his feet and giving back Austin's phone, Roland couldn't really fathom what he was about to do. He was acting on impulse and went for the closest one, trying not to think about it or the betrayed look on their faces. Making her turn onto her back, Roland situated himself between her legs and, though he was hard, he wasn't quite sure he was enjoying any of this. Pinning her arms and thrusting into her, he couldn't deny that being inside of Kat felt fucking amazing... but it also felt wrong. Yanking Lydia off of the desk, Marc made her stand and face him, holding her steady seeing as her legs were ready to give out under her. Brian grabbed himself a beer and popped it open before coming up behind Lydia so that she was sandwiched between them. They were both so close... she just wanted it all to end, feeling everything coming back to her. She felt like she was there one minute and completely gone the next. She could hardly hear what Brian said into her ear, but she thought she caught something about double penetration. Picking her up and holding her so that his forearms were behind her knees, Marc slipped himself inside of her for a second time, clearly enjoying the sensation. Behind her, Brian pushed himself closer, grabbing her ass to help support her. Spitting on his hands, the swine used his own saliva to lubricate himself before pressing against her back door. Slumped against Marc's chest, Lydia, her arms wrapped around Marc as her fingernails raked across his back. He groaned loudly, clearly in pain though he bit it back. "You little, fucking whore," he growled as he and Brian started pumping into her. Lydia had never experienced anything quite so awful as they double penetrated her in a standing position. "No...." she cried weakly. This wasn't right. Looking over his shoulder as he pushed himself in and out of Kat, he watched Lydia scream, though he could barely hear her over the music, as Marc and Brian double penetrated her. Turning his gaze back to Kat didn't help even the slightest bit though. Looking down at her, he just couldn't do it anymore. Pulling out of her, he zipped his pants back up and was about to help her off of the bed when Austin grabbed his arm. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Aiden yelled over the music. "This isn't right..." Roland said, wrenching his arm away to help Kat. In that moment, he was intent on helping to get Lydia and Kat out of there. "We're not done yet," Chris said angrily shoving him by the shoulder, both him and Austin standing their ground. For a moment, Roland looked from his friends, to Lydia, and then to Kat. He was torn... he was torn, and he didn't make the right decision in that moment. "You guys are assholes," Roland said, turning and storming out of the room. His mind was still on the fact that he just left two seventeen year old girls in a room where they were being viciously raped by a bunch of college guys. Fuming, he pushed his way past the crowd of people in the halls and on the stairs, accidentally bumping into someone in the process. Roland was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice who it was. He caught sight of his sister on his way out and averted his eyes shamefully before heading out to his car. "What a fucking pussy," Austin said as Chris took pictures of Lydia being plowed by Marc and Brian. Austin wasn't all that upset though. It meant that it was his turn with Kat and he was ravenous for her. Lydia didn't know how long it went on for, her mind going in and out of clarity. Brian finished first, releasing into her and groaning against her neck, where he'd been biting and sucking on her skin. Pulling out of her, he was a little out of breath. Marc wasn't finished with her though and Brian took up recording as Chris went back to helping Austin with Kat. Marc paused his thrusting only to set Lydia on top of the desk, making her lay down on the cold, hard surface. Groaning, she whimpered as he picked up his pace again, feeling tired and sore. There was just no fight left in her. The scratches along Marc's back were bleeding, but he took no notice of the stinging as he wrapped his hands around her throat. "You ever been choked, Living Dead Girl?" Marc asked her, leaning down and saying this right in her ear as he started to choke her. Struggling to breath, she started to squirm, trying to pry his hands off of her. Her nails bit into the flesh of his hands and arms, but he didn't relinquish his hold on her. Brian, in the meantime, had propped his phone up so that it was still recording them, but left his hands free as he started to group her breasts, biting and sucking at the one closest to him. One of his hands slid down between her and Marc to play with her clit, his touch causing more discomfort than pleasure as he rubbed in all the wrong places. He didn't care though, he just wanted to touch her and there was nothing she could do to stop him as black spots started to cloud her vision, unconsciousness looming close at hand.
"Seriously, they were just going for a drink. Where could they have gone?" Cian asked, craning her neck and trying to see over people's heads. She didn't want to admit that she was worried for her friends... they didn't really know many people at this party and they were both spoken for... well, sort of. Kat and John weren't exactly exclusive, but Kat was pretty determined and she wouldn't go fucking that up by hooking up with some guy at a party. "How do you lose two human beings?" John asked, arching a brow and looking back at Cian. "We were... occupied..." she said, glancing over at Killian and blushing. Honestly, they probably would have run off to have sex in an empty room if John hadn't shown up, asking where Kat was. It had been what sparked the realization that Lydia and Kat hadn't returned yet. When someone bumped her shoulder as he walked past, Cian shot him a death look, but her brows knitted together when she watched Roland retreating toward the door. What the hell was up with him? "I'm sure they're fine, they probably just ran into someone they know..." Cian said, trying to rationalize their disappearance. "Probably, but they're not answering their phones..." John said, wondering why he was so worried about the girls. They could handle themselves... couldn't they? "I don't see them anywhere..." Opening up one of the nearby doors, Cian called for Lydia and Kat, but what she saw inside made her jump. "OH MY GOD, MERCY! AT A PARTY?! THAT'S SO SLEAZY, YOU'RE TURNING INTO ME!"Mercy just about jumped out of her skin when the door suddenly opened on them and, in a flash, Keiran's fingers were free of her and his hand was back out of her pants. Pushing her boyfriend away and wrenching her lips away from his, her face was scorching hot as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on. "CIAN!" she seethed, wanting to kill her friend for interrupting her and Keiran. They had been so close to actually getting somewhere. "Did you find- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" John had appeared in the doorway beside Cian, light from the hall spilling into the room and shining across the guilty party. Mercy hastily zipped her jeans back up, mortified by the sight of her brother. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! What the hell do you guys want?" she asked, flustered. "We can't find Lydia and Kat and they're not answering their phones," Cian said as John full on glared at Keiran, as if he was ready to seize him by the throat for touching his sister. "They're probably fine..." Mercy insisted, but she moved toward the door anyway, everyone else's concern rubbing off on her. Taking Keiran's hand, she went to go out into the hall to help look for her friends, but John put out an arm to stop them, the look in his eyes rather dark. "Don't you think you're a little young to be doing stuff like this? You're like... twelve.""I'm seventeen, John. You're such a douchebag," Mercy said, sucker punching him in the gut and seizing her chance, as he was doubled over, to walk by with Keiran. Their search continued a few more minutes, until Cian came across one of the bedrooms with the music inside blasting. "Don't go in there, someone's probably having sex in there," John said, but she rolled her eyes at him and pushed the door open anyway. What she saw tight then would haunt her for the rest of her life, but not as much as it would haunt Lydia and Kat. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" she snapped, pushing Brian as he came over and tried to push her back out of the room. Or pull her in, who the fuck knew with these sick bastards. Seizing the iPod that was hooked up to the speakers where the music was blasting from, she threw it right at one of them, causing the blaring sound to come to a sudden stop. "KILLIAN!" She wasn't going to be able to get her friends out of there without help. She was outnumbered and what she saw made her sick. "It's none of your fucking business!" Brian said, getting between her and her friends. John was a little ways down the hall when he heard Cian yell for Killian and, looking at his best friend, he took off behind him to see what was going on. John
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 28, 2015 7:22:19 GMT
Katerina cried out as Brian slapped her hard across the face, making her cheek sting from the impact. Kat tried to get to up as Austin released her but she was so drugged… so out of it that her body hardly responded to her now. Her eyes went a little wide, disbelief evident in them as she heard the guys egging Roland into getting a “turn” and she couldn’t believe her eyes as he handed over the phone and came for her. ”No, Roland, don’t…” Katerina said weakly but there was no way he could have heard her over the musc… not that it likely would have done any good. He turned her over, pressing her into the bed face down and pinned her arms while he pushed himself into her. She tried not to focus on any of it, tried to distance herself from the pain but every thrust he made into her just made her raw, torn skin burn even more.
Kat sobbed into the smoke infested comforter even as Roland pulled himself out of her, leaving her laying there on the bed face down as the guys yelled at each other, though she couldn’t hear about what. She didn’t care, she just wanted to die… in that moment Katerina could understand why someone would want to take their own life. And the torture just didn’t seem to want to end. When she felt the hands on her she flinched inwardly even as Austin and Chris pulled and pushed her to where she was on her hands and knees on the bed, Austin behind her and Chris in front. Just at the thought of what they were going to do with her, Kat’s mind went into panic mode and started to shut down.
Her mind seemed to separate from her body so that she heard and felt what they were doing but she just no longer reacted to it. Even as Austin pushed himself inside her and Chris forced her mouth open and shoved his dick inside it. They both started pumping into her two openings, Chris shoving himself so far back into her throat that if she had had anything left in her stomach it all would have come right back up onto his cock. Chris had a fistful of her hair and was pushing and pulling her head back and forth, doing all the work himself but still seemed to think she enjoyed it. ”Yeah you like getting taken by both of us like this don’t you, you little slut. You’re mouth feels so great, but when I come bitch I’m going do it all over your chest so that you never forget that you were mine.” He said even as Austin plowed her from behind biting het back and groping her breasts painfully, even twisting one of her nipples so hard that it would definitely be bruised later.
Just before he came, true to his word, Chris pulled out of her mouth and started tit fucking her until he spurted his whole loud across her chest and stomach. About the same time, Austin was shooting his load into her pussy, gave a few more thrusts and then pulled out of her, pushing her onto her back and was about to take her that way when the door burst open and both Austin and Chris got up off the bed. Helpless, Kat just laid there staring listlessly up at the ceiling as the strobe lights assaulted her senses.
”It’s really not like them to run off like this…” Athena said, ashamed that she too hadn’t realized sooner that the girls were taking forever to just go get a couple of beers. Maybe she should have gone with them? Her stomach was in knots with worry though she couldn’t figure out why, she just had a really bad feeling. Kat and Lydia were the more responsible ones out of the group after all and never usually went anywhere without letting them know first. For the tenth time in a space of two minutes she dialed Kat’s number but got voicemail yet again.
Killian’s brows were furrowed as he searched the crowed for the two girls all the while wondering why he even went to these types of parties, except to spend time making out and such with Cian. These types of parties were just trouble waiting to happen… and throw in high school seniors and you have an even worse mix. God he would hate himself if anything happened to the two of them. He had been more concerned about Cian’s mouth and well… everything else about her, to worry about the girls not coming back to them.
He shoved a door open and turned on the lights only to jump and turn them back off with what he saw. He blinked a couple of times, then turned the light back on just to make sure that he had really seen what he thought he had… yes, there definitely was a guy strapped face down to the bed as another guy shoved his dick up his ass… Coughing Killian turned the light back off and shut the door quickly before looking down the hall as Cian exclaimed loudly.
Keiran groaned as the door opened and Cian’s voice acted like a bucket of freezing cold ice water being dumped on both of their libidos. Of course they had to find them when things were just about to get really heated between the two of them. Keiran stood and pulled on his shirt as Mercy got herself situated again and looked towards the door as her brother stepped into it. Honestly he was over being intimidated by them but that had taken quite a while to accomplish seeing as they had dogged his steps the entire first year or so that he and Mercy had dated. Keiran just gave John a level look back, and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘oh well’ even as Mercy grabbed his hand and started to drag him out of the room.
Killian watched the exchange between John and Mercy with a grin on his face before turning and resuming the search for the girls. Honestly he was beginning to wonder if they were even still there. He and Athen worked together, one opening the door and the other turning on the light as they went through the rooms. Killian was almost tempted to join one of the groups they found, until he heard Cian start yelling from the room she had gone into. His blood ran cold all of a sudden as he glanced at John and took off down the hall, Athena right behind them.
Killian didn’t waste any time taking in what he saw but went straight for Marcus, pulling him off of Lydia and throwing him to the ground. ”You fucking piece of shit! “ He said and kicked Marc hard in the chest, then again in the gut… and again and again… after about the tenth time he kicked him in the face before turning to Lydia and pulling off his jacket and draping it over her. "I've got you, Lydia, I got you." He said as he pulled her up from the desk gently and against his chest. Athena had gone over to Austin, who had been stupid enough to get in her way as she went for Kat, and kneed him in the groin causing him to double over which only helped her knee him in the face. As he fell to the floor she stomped hard on his balls before snatching up Kats jeans and started helping her into them. Her friend seemed completely out of it, obviously they had drugged her with something and that just made Athena even more pissed… how could they have let something like this happen to them?? ”It’s okay, it’s over, these bastards are going to rot in hell.” Athena said as she pulled her jacket off and put it over Kat’s exposed chest. She glanced over to Lydia, who was being pulled into Killians arms and she suddenly wanted to throw up. They had failed their best friends…
Keiran had stopped short at the door as he recognized the room they were in, and then took in the scene inside. God help him but if he found out his brother had even been a part of this for one moment he was going to kill him, no doubt Athena would too. It was beyond sick… He felt his stomach churn but he refused to throw up from what he saw knowing that the girls had gone through so much in such a short time. They never should have let them come to these parties.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 29, 2015 4:02:10 GMT
The moment that Marc was off of her, Lydia felt the air flowing back into her lungs. She was dizzy and her neck hurt, but she was finally free of Marc. She could hardly move though and, when someone turned on the light, she groaned and weakly tried to cover her eyes with her arm. Someone was pulling her up and toward him and, for a moment, Lydia resisted. "No-" she cried, trying to push him away. His voice was different though. Killian. When she realized that he wasn't just another sick freak there to have his way with her, she gave in. Looking up at him, she wrapped her arms around him as he covered her with his jacket, never having felt this damn grateful to see him before. She couldn't even say anything else and just cried in his arms, feeling exposed and humiliated. They were safe now and it was finally over. God, she thought it would never end.
When Mercy made it to the door and turned on the light, she was too shocked to move for a moment. It was easier to see without the flashing of the strobe fucking with their eyesight, but a part of Mercy didn't want to watch this. Seeing her best friends like that... God no. Moving past Keiran and into the room, she was going to grab Lydia's clothes off of the floor when Chris grabbed her arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of my room," he asked her, prompting her to slap him in the face... HARD.
"Don't you fucking touch me, you god damn swine," she seethed, hand stinging from hitting him so hard. He was about to retaliate, but John shoved him away. While her brother dealt with Chris, Mercy snatched Lydia's clothes up off of the floor while Athena helped Kat. As Killian took Lydia into his arms and covered her with his jacket, Mercy was unable to find Lydia's underwear, but helped her back into her pants as Marc groaned and rolled around on the floor, clearly in pain from Killian's assault on him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Marc?" she snapped at him, helping to dress Lydia as Killian held her steady and tried to calm her. Mercy was practically shaking with rage. "What the fuck kind of friend rapes the girlfriend of one of his best friends, you sick fucking freak? Aiden's going to fucking kill you."
Mercy didn't bother putting Lydia's bra on, just wanting to get her covered up and out of there. She cringed at the sight of the bite marks all over Lydia's body as well as the belt marks across her back and where Marc's hands had wrapped around her throat. Once she had her white shirt on, Mercy pulled Killian's jacket back around Lydia to keep her warm since she looked like she was in a state of shock. Looking for her boots, she grabbed them and pulled them onto her friend's feet.
"YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH," John growled at Chris, shoving him away from his sister as he grabbed her arm. He knew Chris... had taken classes with him and everything and, in all honesty, he wasn't the least bit surprised by this. He was going to kill this bastard for what he did to the girls. "Does raping girls really get you going, douche nozzle? I'm going to rip your dick off and shove it down your throat!"
"Yeah, maybe it does. And you know what? I loved every second of fucking your pretty little friends!" Chris taunted John, pushing him back. This was clearly the wrong thing to say to John. You could see his fury building and, grabbing the sick freak by the front of his shirt, John pulled back his fist and smashed it right into his face. Chris stumbled back and, as soon as he righted himself, he tackled John. The two of them smashed into the bookshelf, sending a bunch of Chris's belongings smashing to the ground. Their fists were flying and the tussle was a rather ugly one that landed them both on the floor, Chris getting the upper hand and punching John in the nose. With blood on his face, pouring out of his nose, John turned his head to the side and saw the beer bottle lying there... the same one that Lydia had dropped. Seizing it, he smashed Chris right in the side of the head with it, breaking the glass. John had to close his eyes tight and tried to avoid the shower of broken glass that rained down on him. Pushing Chris off of him, he got to his feet, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand before looking down at the sorry sack of shit and kicking him right in the fucking mouth. Chris cried out and grabbed his mouth as he choked on the tooth that John seriously knocked down his fucking throat.
Turning to Kat and Athena, John didn't even care about his own bleeding nose. "Christ..." he said, his chest feeling tight. He pulled off his own jacket, followed by his flannel shirt so that he was just in his white tee shirt. Setting his jacket beside her on the bed, he moved Athena's jacket purely so he could pull her up into a sitting position and helped her into his flannel. "KitKat, can you talk to me?" he asked, buttoning up the flannel and then covering her with his jacket, handing Athena's back to her. They were leaving and if anyone was going to freeze out in the cold winter air, it would be him, not any of the girls. "What the hell did they give her?" he asked, half of Athena but more so of himself as he looked around the room to see if he might find a pill bottle or anything.
Cian went to shove past Brian to get to her friends, but the bastard grabbed her by the arm and shoved her back. "Fucking buzzkill bitch!" he yelled as her friends and boyfriend were breaking up their little party. The fiery redhead wasn't going to take his shit though and, gritting her teeth Cian punched the bastard right in the face, busting his nose.
"Fuck you, asshole!" she snapped at him.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Brian yelled at her as the blood poured from his nose. He didn't hesitate to hit her right back though and punched her back, right in the face. She stumbled back shielding her face from him to block any more hits, her eye and the area beneath it throbbing from his punch. Christ, Morty was going to flip when she went home with a black eye when she was supposed to be studying with Athena.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, Brian shoved Cian back into the nearby wall. Gritting her teeth and wincing as she hit the back of her head, she saw Brian's fist coming coming at her again and moved her head to the side just in time. Brian's fist made a hole in the wall and, seizing the opportunity while his fist was momentarily stuck, Cian grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him right in the balls. Screaming in rage and pain, the douche fell to his knees, clutching his balls as his face turned red and his breath caught. "Fucking asshole," Cian said, never having been so damn furious before. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Cian slammed Brian's head right into the wall, creating another hole and knocking him out cold.
Stepping right on his gut instead of stepping over him, Cian started to snatch up the rest of her friend's things, such as their cell phones, and Lydia's bra and the green shirt that she'd been wearing over the white one. "We have to go and get them to the hospital, let's go," she insisted. Opening up the mini fridge and popping open a bottle of beer, Cian poured the entire bottle on Marc's face as he weakly tried to shield himself from the cold liquid.
"C'mon, KitKat," John said, feeling sick and he lifted her up into his arms. "I'm here now; I'm not going to let them touch you again, I promise." Looking down at her in his arms, his intense blue eyes softer than they ever had been before, John knew he wasn't just promising her this. He was promising himself this as well. If he wasn't so concerned with getting them out of there, he would have slaughtered the guys for what they did to two innocent, seventeen year old girls. It was sickening.
Carrying her from the room, John just needed to get out before he changed his mind about murdering the assholes who raped them. "Get the fuck out of my way," he fumed, pushing his way past the people in the hall as he held her close to him.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 29, 2015 7:11:03 GMT
Killian held Lydia steady as Mercy began helping her get dressed, all the while crooning to her and talking to her though he wasn’t saying anything significant. Out of respect for her he adverted his eyes as Mercy helped her into the shirt… but that only had him glancing back down at Marcus who was still rolling on the floor. ”Shut the fuck up you pathetic sack of shit.” He said wanting badly to kick him again, or better yet shove one of those beer bottles up the sick fuck’s ass and see how he liked it. Seething, he shook his head at Marc and then turned back to Lydia as Mercy pulled on her boots. A sick feeling finally started to slide over him as his brain fully processed the fact that Katerina and Lydia had been raped while all of them had been having a good ole time downstairs. God, how was he going to face Aiden after this?
Katerina barely noticed anything as Athena talked to her and helped her into her jeans, covering her with her jacket and pushed her hair out of her face. It wasn’t until she heard John’s voice that she actually jumped and kind of snapped out of the trance like state her mind had gone into. No. No, no, no, no… he couldn’t see her like this! Just the idea had a fresh wave of tears falling from her eyes. ”Shhhh, it’s okay, they aren’t going to hurt you again Kat, they’ll die if they even try.” Athena said, misreading Kat’s distress. As John came over to them, his nose bleeding, Athena got up and grabbed Kat’s boots and stood out of the way as John helped Kat into his shirt and his jacket. At his question Athena started searching around the room hoping to find the answer, her stomach was still in knots over the whole thing.
Kat had closed her eyes as John had walked over to them but at his question she just needed to see those blue eyes of his. Her heart hammered in her chest as he pulled Athena’s jacket off of her and she tried feebly to cover her chest with one of her arms but it just twitched in response. ”John.” She said in barely a whisper, just that little bit of sound hurt her throat… it too was raw from Chris shoving his cock down it so viciously. Kat felt so helpless and ashamed as John helped her into a sitting position and helped her into his shirt. She couldn’t help but look away from him, worried that he would somehow think less of her now.
Keiran finally stepped into the room as John and Chris started fighting, he carefully skirted them and made a beeline for Austin who had started to get back up as Athena turned her back to help Kat. ”Oh no you don’t you fucking bastard.” He said pushing him back down to the floor with one good kick in the chest. Winded, Austin just laid there for a second then started laughing as if he had been possessed. ”You are one sick fuck, all of you are.” Keiran said clenching his fist. Kat and Lydia were like sisters to him and the fact that these four fuckers had raped them… well it just made him want to kill them all. Instead though he just gave him one swift kick in the head knocking him out cold and silencing his maniacal laughing.
He turned around just in time to watch Cian knee Brian in the balls and then shove his face into the wall. Just that little bit reminded him why he never crossed her when she was pissed. That chick was tough… all of them were really. Though he would never catch himself telling them it, Kat and Lydia were the toughest out of all of them, enduring what they went through. They probably weren’t feeling very tough at the moment though… not that he could even begin to fathom how they felt.
”Come on Lydia, I got you, let’s get you out of this place.” Killian said, his voice so gentle, as if he were coaxing a frightened animal into going with him instead of a person. Gently he knelt and put one arm in the crook of her knees as the other supported her back and lifted her into his arms, cradling her to his body so that, even dressed, she was still kind of shielded from people who might get a little nosy.
As John picked her up and held her in his arms she managed to turn into his body, her hands clutching the front of his shirt as her face pressed against his chest. His shirt would likely be soaked by her tears before long but she couldn’t stop them. She should have been all cried out by now but somehow she wasn’t.
Killian stepped over Marc’s body as Cian poured a beer onto his face though he might have ‘accidentally’ kicked him again as he did so. Athena, glancing around once more to make sure they hadn’t forgotten to grab any of their friends things, followed everyone out of the room… but she paused first to let Marc know how she felt. ”You and your friends are going to rot in hell, Marcus. You sick fucking bastard. I hope you get ass raped in prison, I hope some guy jerks you off while you beg him not too just so you can get a piece of your own medicine.” And with that she stomped down hard on his face, hearing a satisfying crunch as his nose broke. Then without a backward glance she followed everyone out.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 29, 2015 21:11:28 GMT
The more John thought about what happened, the more he wanted to go back and curb stomp the monsters who raped them. His stomach was burning and twisting in furious knots, but looking down at Kat, he knew that she needed him more. Right then, getting her and Lydia away from there was the most important matter. When they were outside, the bitterness of the winter air hit him, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get them away from this nightmare and carried her toward his car which he'd parked right behind Killian's when he got there.
Cian and Mercy both followed behind John and Killian, Cian quickening her pace to catch up with her boyfriend as they made it outside. "We should get them right to the hospital. Should I call their dads?" Cian asked, already taking out her phone. She could see her breath in the air as she scrolled through her contacts.
Lydia had her head resting against Killian's chest and her eyes closed as she tried to ignore the pain that she was in. Her body throbbed from the abuse she'd been put through and her head was pounding. Worst of all was the pain between her legs, making her feel excoriated and broken. She was grateful to have Killian carrying her because she wasn't all that sure that she could walk right then. At the mention of the hospital and calling her dad, Lydia stirred in his arms. "No..." she said to Killian and Cian.
"What?" Cian asked in disbelief as they walked to the car. "Lydia, you need to go to the hospital. This needs to be reported. Your dad-"
"No, I don't want anyone to know," Lydia cried, feeling ashamed and clutching the front of Killian's shirt. She was shaking and could hardly speak because of how damn scared and apprehensive she was. "If we go to the hospital... Adia's and Sophia are there... they'll call my dad. I don't want my dad and Aiden to know. Please, I just want to go home. Killian, take me home..." Crying against his chest, Lydia didn't want to be having this conversation. She just wanted to go back in time and tell Marc to fuck off instead of going upstairs with him.
"What's wrong?" Mercy asked, coming up beside Killian and Cian when she saw the look on Cian's face.
"She doesn't want to go to the hospital..." Cian responded, her brows furrowed. Up ahead, John turned in their direction, having caught what Cian said.
"What?!" he asked, almost angry. Almost. He had to remind himself what these girls just went through and getting angry with them wasn't going to help their current state of mind. "We're going. Get her in the car. She doesn't know what she's talking about; she's in a state of shock. Athena, open the door so I can get Kat in, would you?" he asked, inclining his head toward the rear door of his car.
"Please, guys. I don't want anyone to know..." Lydia begged. She didn't want to see the shame, the disappointment, or the horror in her father's eyes... or Aiden's. What she wanted was for everything to go back to normal, like this night never even happened.
Mercy looked unsure, torn between what was clearly the right decision and her respect for her friend's request for privacy. Her brows knitted together and she looked from Lydia, to Kat, and then to Keiran. She couldn't even begin to fathom how her best friends were feeling, but she tried to consider... what would she want if their situation was reversed? "Why don't we just... get her home so that she can calm down. Maybe she'll change her mind..." Mercy suggested, worried. She crossed her arms to keep herself warm as the snow crunched beneath her feet.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 30, 2015 3:54:20 GMT
Kat had just been clinging to John as he walked her out of the frat house, hiding her face in his shirt so that she didn’t have to look at anyone’s faces as he carried her out of there. But her heart started beating against her rib cage wildly as Cian mentioned something about going to the hospital. No, they couldn’t make her go there. She didn’t want to be subjected to all those invasive tests and the looks of pity on the nurses’ faces… and just thinking about having to talk to her father or any other police officer about what those guys had done to her made her want to vomit. The rush of adrenaline seemed to get her limbs moving a little easier and she pushed away from his chest even as Athena moved to open the door.
”No! Don’t make me go, please don’t make me have to go through that. John please…” Kat said, her tears renewed as she looked up at him with her raw, splotchy red face. Those brown eyes of hers were panicked looking and terrified… She knew that if he made her go she wouldn’t be able to fight him on it, she was in no state to really resist but all she really wanted to do was go take a long shower and then sleep forever, maybe she would wake up and it would have all been a terrible nightmare.
Athena paused, looking from John, to Killian then to Mercy as if waiting for one of them to make a decision about this, but she did open the door knowing that they needed to get them in the car either way. Killian looked at Mercy, then at Lydia as he contemplated on what the right thing to do would be. On one hand, he knew that both of them should be looked at by a doctor, but on the other hand they both had a right to refuse… however foolish that might be. But given what they had been through he could see why they wouldn’t want to go through with it.
”Maybe we should let them go home, we can’t force them to go if they don’t want to…” Keiran said, even though it sounded absurd to his ears. Though no matter how much he would want to force Mercy or Athena to go to the hospital if it had been them he knew that he wouldn’t have ever made them do something that made them uncomfortable. He looked between John and Killian, waiting for their decision. ”Please… don’t make me go.” Kat said again though quieter this time, her voice sounding a little scratchy even and it made her cough… then wince in pain.
”Well? What are we going to do? We can’t just stand out here and let them freeze to death…” Athena said pulling her jacket tighter around her as if emphasizing the fact that it was freezing cold and snowing outside and they were all standing around trying to decide if they were going to force their friends, who had just gone through a major trauma already, to go to the hospital when they clearly were terrified to do so.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 30, 2015 5:27:34 GMT
"Jesus Christ," John said, trying not to get angry when Kat started to. Gritting his teeth, it took everything in him not to just load them both into the car and drive them to the emergency room himself. He didn't get it and he just wished he could convince them that they had no reason to feel ashamed. If anyone should feel ashamed, it was the pigs who had raped them. Going to the hospital and talking to the police was only going to help them. John had to remind himself that he had no idea what they were going through and he sighed in frustration.
Looking down at Kat as she pleaded with him, there was a stony look in his eyes... but a fire in his heart. He was going completely against his better judgement. "Fine, but if it was up to me, we'd already be talking to the cops because, unlike the rest of you nut jobs, I want to see those fuckers rotting in a jail cell," he seethed, glancing up at the house. Due to the sensitivity of the situation, he chose not to add that that he hoped they were raped up the ass in jail, purely so they would get a taste of their own medicine.
"I'll have you know, I'm going against my better judgment," he said to Kat, a little more gently as he laid her across the back seat of his car. Keys in hand, he crossed over to the driver's side and opened up the door. "Mercy, let's go. If I have to stand here a second longer, I'm setting this fucking house on fire," he said before climbing in and slamming the door shut. A part of him wanted to just drive to the hospital anyway, but he had to remind himself that this was the choice she was making herself. "Hang in there, KitKat..." he said, adjusting the rearview mirror so that he could see her before he turned on the heat.
"Text me and let me know how she's doing," Mercy said to Cian, taking anything she had of Kat's from her. Looking at her friend, she frowned at the black eye that was already forming and vaguely wondered how she was going to explain that one to her father and stepmother. "I will," Cian said and nodded to Mercy before holding up the back door of Killian's car so that he could get Lydia in. She had a feeling there was going to be a lot of "how's Lydia?" and "how's Kat?" texts going around between all of them. Cian didn't intend to leave Lydia's side for the rest of the night and planned on staying the night. She didn't trust Lydia to be home alone right then and it would buy her time to think up an excuse for her black eye.
"I'll call you," Mercy said, giving Keiran a fleeting kiss before climbing into the back of John's car to be with Kat, lifting her head to lay it on her lap so that she could comfort her and stroke her hair. God, she wanted to cry just thinking about what those savages had done to her best friends. John wasted no time in driving off and Mercy just sat there, comforting her friend and holding her close.
"Come on," Cian said to Killian, giving Lydia a worried look. "I'll give Morty a call and let her know that I'm staying at Lydia's. We need to stop by the pharmacy on our way..." She wasn't going to let those bastards completely ruin Lydia's life and was going to make sure that her friend had what she needed to make sure this night didn't result in a horrifically unplanned pregnancy. Lydia didn't say much of anything and just shivered in Killian's arms, relieved that they were going to take her home and not to the hospital.
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Nov 30, 2015 6:16:50 GMT
Katerina relaxed a bit as he agreed to not make them go to the hospital. Part of her, a very small part, knew that she should have let him take her but it was easily drowned out by all the other parts that were ashamed, helpless and broken that didn’t want anyone else, least of all her father and siblings finding out about what had happened to her. Kat still was mortified that John knew, and despite how gentle he was being with her she couldn’t help but wonder if he was disgusted with her now. Did he pity her? Think her damaged goods now? Her heart broke at even the idea of such things and as he laid her on the back seat she curled up on her side.
As Mercy lifted her head into her lap, Kat closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her friend’s fingers stroking her hair. Her tears had finally stopped flowing and now her eyes just felt numb and swollen, her face raw and sore just like the rest of her body. She should feel safe, laying there in the car with her closest friend and her brother… who Kat was on the verge of something with, but she didn’t. She still felt all too vulnerable, tainted and disgusting even. If she let herself think too much it was almost like she could feel them raping her all over again. Whimpering quietly to herself she hugged John’s jacket even tighter around her, trying to focus on his scent which clung to it heavily.
Killian set Lydia into the backseat gently and glanced at Cian, a worried look on his face. He honestly didn’t know how either of these girls was going to get through this without some kind of psychological problems at least. His gut told him that they should be taking them to the hospital and knew his feelings were reflected in John’s as well. But he wasn’t about to traumatize Lydia even more. While Cian got into the back with Lydia Killian got into the driver seat and turned on the car. The heat was turned up full blast and before long it was getting toasty warm. ”Which pharmacy were you planning on going to?” Killian asked Cian quietly as he drove. He didn’t ask her why she wanted to go to one, having a pretty good idea of what she was going to get already.
”You both better keep me updated, at least hourly you hear?” Athena said as she watched her friends being put into the cars and her other two friends climbing inside with them. Keiran kissed Mercy back and then stood by his sister, watching as the cars drove off before they quietly got into Keiran’s care and began to head home. The entire drive was silent except for the music, though neither of them heard it over their own thoughts.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Nov 30, 2015 7:39:14 GMT
As John drove, he glanced in the rearview mirror every so often, his jaw set in an angry expression. His blue eyes were glassy though and he had difficulty seeing the road as he fought back the water pooling up in them. He should have gotten there sooner. If he had, he could have gone with them to get their drinks. He could have stopped Marc and his friends. He should have been there to stop it from happening. Passing traffic lights reflected off of his expression of steely despair and rage as a few silent tears fell down his face. He didn't want Kat and Mercy to know that he was crying though. He was supposed to be strong for them, but knowing what happened tore him up inside. John didn't want to see her hurting like this. It hurt him just having to watch it. With his left hand still on the steering wheel, he reached back and found Kat's hand, holding onto it with a firm but gentle grasp.
Mercy wasn't blind. Looking up into the rearview mirror, she saw John as he kept glancing back and she saw the tears in his eyes. She'd tried so hard to convince herself that her brother wasn't good enough for Kat. He was a womanizer who would only use her and break her heart like he had the rest of them. She loved him no matter what, but she never saw John as a one woman kind of guy. He was a player, a troublemaker, a guy that girls were better off staying away from. She'd vehemently opposed the budding relationship between John and Kat, but right then... watching her brother reach back to hold Kat's hand really pulled at her heart strings and she felt the tears stinging her own eyes. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe John wasn't so bad for Kat. She'd never seen him look at anyone else like that before and it made her heart catch in her throat.
"It's going to be okay," he said to Kat, swallowing hard. "You're never going to have to go through that again, I promise. You're safe now. I'll make sure of it." If any of them so much as looked at her again, he would take care of it himself, no matter what it took. They weren't going to lay another finger on her. God, he'd known Kat and Lydia his entire life and never once had he imagined that the two of them would fall victim to such cruelty. What he felt growing between himself and Kat... it scared him. He'd never felt this way for anyone else, but he was going to fight for it, not against it. He was going to fight for her and protect her with everything he had.
It felt like they'd been driving for an eternity. Pulling into the driveway of his parent's house, he was happy to see that the lights were out. Both of his parents were working late, his siblings were all out, and Ethel was probably out playing poker or passed out in front of the TV again. Slipping his hand from her's, he parked the car and sat there for just a moment before shutting off the engine and climbing out. As Mercy climbed out, John pulled Kat from the backseat, carrying her up to the house. "Are you okay?" he asked her as they made it up to the porch. He knew that she wasn't okay though and it would probably be a while before she really was again.
Cian frowned, wishing that she could go back in time. She should have gone with them to get those drinks... even she knew what would have happened if she had though. She wouldn't have been able to fight back any more than they had. Still... maybe she would have noticed something they hadn't. Maybe she could have stopped them from following Marc. There were just so many "what ifs" and guilt weighed heavily on Cian's shoulders.
Holding Lydia against her, Cian was trying not to cry along with her best friend. "The CVS near her house," Cian responded, her voice rather low as silent tears flowed down her face. Her best friends had been raped and she'd just let it happen. How could she? What kind of a friend was she?
Once they pulled up, Cian kissed Lydia on top of the head. In that moment, the redhead's heart was nowhere near icy and detached as it so often seemed. Her friend was hurting and she needed to be there for her. "I'll be out in a minute," she said, climbing out of the car and heading in. It didn't take her long. She knew exactly what she needed and came out shortly thereafter a bag in her hand. The morning after pill hadn't been very cheap, but it was a small price to pay to ensure that Lydia's life wasn't thrown further off course than it already had been that night.
Climbing back into the car, she resumed her position and dialed home.
"Cian?" Morticia asked without missing a beat as she answered the phone. After all, who else would be calling this late?
"Hey, I... Athena and I finished studying. I just want you to know that I'm going to spend the night over at Lydia's," she said, her eyes on Killian as he was driving. Lydia was so still against her, but she was awake and alert.
"...Is everything all right, sweetheart? You sound a little upset."
"Yeah, everything is fine. My nose is just a little stuffy."
"You're probably getting a cold. I'll pick you up some tissues. Just let me know when you're coming home." Cian wanted to roll her eyes, but refrained from doing so.
"I will..."
"Be safe, Cian. I love you."
Cian looked down at Lydia, her heart in her throat. Be safe. Apparently that was easier said than done. "Yeah... yeah, I love you too, Morty..." Hanging up the phone before her stepmother could make her feel even more guilty for her lies, Cian looked out the window as they got closer to Lydia's house.
"Thank you guys..." Lydia said quietly, head resting against Cian. There was no saying how much longer it would have gone on for if they hadn't come in and stopped it. Who knew what they would have done to them when they were finished. She was so tired... both physically and emotionally exhausted by the trauma and abuse. She felt dirty, as if not even a million showers could wash away the shame.
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