The scream of an ambulance made Linda jerk her head up. She snapped her neck a bit as she heard the siren and the pain from it began to wake her up. Slowly she opened her eyes and wondered where she was.
She was still in the cheerleaders locker room! Good Lord, those rapists must have done something awful… then it slowly came back to her.
The shock of receiving Barry's brutal thrusting into her vagina had made her pass out. Stuart apparently had woken her up by slapping her face, then Barry had gotten in an argument with him about what they should do with her. "She's not gonna be able to take anything unless we get her relaxed. You're gonna have to give her some reds to make her feel good and mellow," he had said.
Stuart argued back that he just wanted to fuck the teacher, and if she passed out, well, he'd just punch her a good one. But his heart wasn't really in the argument, and he relented fairly quickly and got out about 10 little white capsules from the pocket of his jeans.
"Swallow these, baby," he said. Linda looked at him groggily and received yet another slap in the face. "Jesus Christ, lady, what the hell is your problem anyhow," he yelled as Linda fell back onto her back in pain. Fine, fine, she thought. If these will relax me fine. She'd never taken drugs of any kind before, which was why she'd hesitated.
She'd closed her eyes, the thinking being that Barry and Stuart wanted her to act relaxed. And it seemed to work, because she heard no complaints, just another discussion about where they could get hold of a gun, preferably a rifle, as soon as possible.
"I wanna blow that guy away."
"Yeah, but I think they have guns. That's what Max said that they have.22s."
"I don't care."
"Maybe we should shoot a couple of teachers instead. Yeah, why not?"
"I can dig it, Bro."
Make it go away she thought when she heard that. And the drugs had, apparently taken hold at that point, for the, "I can dig it, Bro," sentence was the last thing she remembered hearing from anyone until she heard the siren.
The clock on the wall said 2:20. She had no idea if it was now early Saturday morning or the middle of Saturday afternoon or even sometime Sunday. Her whole body felt like cotton right now.
At least the punks hadn't taken her clothes, she thought groggily as she began pulling on her clothes. The period of enforced sleep had taken away some of the anger and humiliation she had felt over being raped.
Good Lord, Steve will have the cops out looking for me! Now she was dressed and hoping that she could get out of the door. It opened right away, and she saw that it was still the middle of the night with football confetti and other game trash still on the ground. She surmised that the janitors hadn't bothered yet to clean up, since they'd obviously do it in the morning. She also figured out why no one had come in the cheerleaders' locker room while she was sleeping for the last five hours or so. It was apparently one of the kind of doors that locks from the inside. Christ, what rotten luck, she thought. If she'd have gotten out of there sooner, the cops might have stood a decent chance of tracking down and, later on, getting her rapists thrown into the clink. But since she'd been asleep for the last five or six hours, no one would believe that she'd been drugged.
She dragged herself out of the locker room and started walking slowly through the deserted stadium grounds. Fortunately, the punks hadn't sliced her throat, she thought. What a stupid way to die! She promised herself that she'd be nice enough to people to never get in this kind of mess again. At least they hadn't ripped off her purse, she thought as she began walking toward the parking lot to get into her car.
But now she heard a low whimpering sound like a wounded animal might make. It came from several hundred feet away from somewhere in the dense Southern California fog. What in the world now?
She thought for an instant she heard an even slighter sound coming from the general area of the football field, from which she was about 500 feet distant. It sounded almost like the rustling of leaves. Then there was silence once more. After a minute of trying to listen, she turned and began walking away. It was probably snow or something like that.
She was almost to the parking lot next to the stadium when she heard the same whimpering sound again. Only this time there was no doubt that it was a human sound. It gave her the feeling that someone was hurting very badly, perhaps dying out there. She peered off towards the football field, but the fog was so thick that she could barely make out the outline of one of the sets of goalposts. And now she wrestled with her feelings – on the one hand, thinking that someone might be pulling a ruse to lure someone like her out where she could be attacked, and on the other hand, worrying that someone might be on the verge of losing his or her life, were she to walk away.
She thought for almost a minute and then heard a piercing cry that was somehow familiar, though she did not know how. Well, she told herself philosophically, even if I get attacked and killed, at least I'll have a clear conscience and stand a chance of going to heaven instead of hell. So she began walking slowly toward the football field, slowly enough so that she was hardly making any noise.
After what had happened tonight, it was almost as if she had gone beyond fear. Normally, the idea of walking around on a football field in the dead of a foggy night was something she would have never done, but the combination of pain, humiliation and a slight exhilaration over having survived the experience had somehow gotten her past those old feelings and apprehensions. She felt almost like a new person, willing to shed what had been a sort of mousey side of her character. The only real daring stuff she had ever done was to wear a couple of revealing clothes, and that was something she had strictly limited to trying to get Steve as aroused as possible.
Now, even thinking of Steve didn't produce much of an impact. She was still feeling some anger, she discovered, at having discovered him with Rosemary O'Neill. From now on, she'd stop doing things just to please him. It was time to start being an adult, now that she'd discovered that with something like getting raped, there was no way to have anyone really share the pain and humiliation. You suffered alone.
She kept on walking until she was about 100 feet from the goal posts, then stopped when she heard the whimpering sound again. She looked out at the center of the football field and spotted what looked like someone sitting out there and moving slowly up and down.
Then she heard one more whimper and knew what was going on. It was Pam the cheerleader out there with some guy! Now Linda walked in a few more steps, just to make sure that Pam wasn't being attacked.
She got the answer to that question almost immediately, because of the fog, which seemed to carry the sound awfully well. First Pam moaned throatily, then she gasped, "Oh Gary, give it to me hard. Come on, stud… make me come, baby. Harder, harder, oh yes, yeah!!!"
It was the same guy who'd been in her classroom with Pam less than 24 hours ago. Good God, didn't these kids think about anything except sex, wondered Linda disgustedly. She could now see Pam slowly shucking off her cheerleader sweater and even from almost 100 yards away, she could spot her bounteous breasts curving out invitingly from her chest. In a few more minutes, she heard a zipper being pulled down and saw, just barely what looked like a Coke bottle pop up from Gary's midsection. In an instant, Pam's head covered that shape and now slurping sounds, along with an occasional sigh from Gary filtered over toward where Linda stood.
She really should leave and maybe even call the police this time since Pam had apparently ordered Barry and Stuart to rape her. But she couldn't really blame Pam for it, since it probably wasn't Pam's idea that she actually get raped, just a little scared. And there was something compelling about the idea of being able to watch someone else make love, just as she had outside her classroom, only this time, she no longer had to worry about someone else coming along and forcing her to look away.
Now she heard Gary's low growl, so full of lust that it made goosebumps break out all over her. "Oh, baby, suck it. Suck it good. That's the way, but I don't want any more of that licking crap. Suck it! Make me come, dammit! Oh yeah, that's it… yeah harder, bitch, yeah, oh yeah, I'm cum… I'm cuummminnng, ohhh shit… ooo, yeah, you did it good, baby."
"I love you Gary," came the reply and Linda quivered as more goosebumps hit her.
"I love you, bitch," Gary said tenderly. "It's not just how you suck, either."
"I love your cock baby. I can't get enough of it. I'm addicted to it," said Pam huskily. "Put your hand down there… Doesn't that feel mellow? Oh yeah, stroke it, baby, yeah, oh that's nice."
The fog had gotten even thicker, so Linda could barely make out which figure belonged to who any longer. And all she could hear was an occasional whimper from Pam and bits and pieces of her heavy breathing. She was debating whether or not to move closer, telling herself that it certainly wouldn't be harming anyone, but thinking she ought to try and get her mind off of sex for a change. Then she heard the sounds of the lovers stop immediately and then she somehow felt as if they were looking in her direction. Just as a cat would, she froze completely, not even breathing.
"What's going on?" she heard Gary ask.
"Shhhh," Pam replied. Silence followed. Linda's legs began to cramp up from the effort of standing still for what must have been at least two minutes.
"I don't see anything," Gary's voice finally boomed out over the field.
"I could swear that I saw something down by the goal posts, Gary," Pam said.
"Ahhh, you're just paranoid. Come here. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you even wetter, OK?" said Gary playfully. It apparently did the trick, for Pam now replied teasingly, "Oh, you filthy little boy, what are you doing to me? Oh, I'm getting wet down there. Let me feel that cock of yours. Oh, yeah. I just love it to death, to the absolute max."
Without turning around, Linda began walking away, her eyes still on the figures in the middle of the field. For 50 steps, she merely stuck one of her feet about a foot back, then moved the other foot back the same distance. Then she'd repeat the process.
As she did, it looked to her as if Pam had managed to get Gary's pants off, although she couldn't be sure any longer. She also heard her say, "Oh, you're so pretty. Get up on top of me and finish me off before I die. I want you in me. I want you in me now."
And as Pam said that, Linda could no longer see anyone and she couldn't really hear anything much any longer either. So she turned around and began walking normally once more and headed toward the parking lot. More than anything else right now, she just felt plain tired. All she really wanted was to get a whole bunch of sleep and then try to sort out all this craziness whenever she woke up again.
She got to the parking lot in a few minutes and was relieved to see that at least no one had stolen or vandalized her car, which she had half expected, given how everything else had been going recently. The feeling that she was just an ordinary, normal person ran through her mind and brought with it a great sense of relief from all this weird tension.
That sense was short-lived. She got into the car, pulled out the choke and turned the key after slipping it into the ignition switch. Nothing happened except for a faint click-click as she turned the key. "Goddam it," she whispered savagely. "Goddam it, what else can go wrong? Why the hell is all this happening to me?"
It was obvious that the battery was dead, which made no sense to her, since she'd had the car serviced earlier in the week. If the juice from the battery had been low, they certainly would have mentioned it to her then. Why pass up a good chance to sell a new battery?
Disgustedly, Linda got out of the car and raised up the hood. It looked OK underneath. No one had done anything to the engine compartment that she could spot. But curiosity got the better of her and she got the flashlight out of the trunk and gave the engine compartment a second look. And now she spotted one of the battery cables, near to where it connected to the generator, had been sliced neatly in two by what were apparently a huge set of wire cutters. It all made sense to her very quickly. Barry and Stuart obviously had done it in order to make it even harder for her to get in touch with the police. If she told the police that her battery cable had been cut and that she had been drugged, it would seem like she had made up the story in order to explain her delay in contacting the police.
It was kind of funny. She had to admit that right now she felt a sort of grudging admiration for Barry and Stuart for the intelligence they'd shown in raping someone who knew exactly who they were. There was no way that she would have been able to plan it out nearly as well.
Nevertheless, the admiration didn't last long. Since there weren't any pay telephones on the Marley High School campus – the administration said that just too many of them had been vandalized to allow them to remain – she knew that she'd have to walk a good 20 or 30 minutes in order to find spay telephone. When Marley High had been built a few years ago, the district's administration was adamant that it be placed in a location away from a business district so there wouldn't be the hassle from high school kids shoplifting from the stores during lunch hours.
Cursing the school board and the Marley High School administration, Linda got her purse out of her car and locked it up. Then she started walking across the parking lot and wondering how long it would be before she could get a tow truck to come by and pick her car up.
She had only walked about a block from the parking lot when she heard the sounds of running feet slapping against the lot's pavement, obviously, Pam and Gary getting into the van she had seen parked in the lot. Great, she thought sarcastically, that's all I need – to run into Pam and Gary once more. And with my luck, it's almost a sure thing it's going to happen.
She was right. In a few moments after the motor had been gunned up and the van had gone screeching out of the lot, she could hear it tearing down the street and headed toward her. She tried to ignore it, but to no effect.
The van screeched to a stop right next to her and Pam leaned out the window. "You sure are horny," she said. "Why don't you come in here and we'll party. We can tell you all about what you saw us doing."