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Was It Rape?
by Emerald (enslavedsincemay@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Retelling of an incident that happened when I was a
teenager. Not overly a 'turn on' - it was written to
rid myself of my demons, I wasn't able to 'spice it
up'. (mteens, youths, nc, rp, alcohol)
***
WARNING: This story was produced as adult entertainment
and should not be read by minors. This story contains
sexually explicit topics. If you are not an adult you
should not read this. If it is illegal in your area,
you shouldn't either. This work is copyrighted 2005.
This story actually happened.
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended
by sexually explicit stories and situations.
***
Walking to my babysitting job on Friday night, I
remember how angry I am. Just remembering what
happened, make me ball up my fists as I walked. Man,
oh man, am I still pissed at my mom.
The week before, a friend and I were walking around our
housing area on the military base we lived on. As she
and I were gabbing, we noticed a MP jeep pacing us.
After a block or so, the MPs pulled up beside us and
said, "Do you ladies live in this housing area?"
Being military dependents, we pulled out our ID cards
and both replied yes, we lived near by actually. They
insisted we be escorted home, but we refused to get in
the jeep. As long as we weren't under arrest, we knew
we didn't have to enter the vehicle.
So the passenger MP got out and walked with us through
the housing area to Sue's house. Sue's duplex back door
faced my back door, and we walked up into the adjoining
backyards and looked at the MP with us. We both pointed
at our back doors, he pointed at Sue's first. So we
went in to see her folks. The other MP pulled the jeep
around to the front of my duplex and walked around to
Sue's house through my yard.
When we got in, the MPs said they had to make sure we
lived in the housing area and were not just
prostitutes. Sue and I both dropped our jaws at that
remark. Her mom assured them that we were not and that
we both lived here in the housing area. We giggled our
way out the back door and into my yard.
I can see my mom and dad playing cards with the
neighbors. Oh well, I thought - they are going to
laugh. As I opened the sliding glass door and stepped
in, one MP followed me.
Sue saw my mom look up and didn't like the look on her
face, so she didn't follow me in. The second MP stood
in the doorway. As it was a February night in Texas, it
wasn't hot or cold, so it was okay to leave it open. I
wish I hadn't. Then Sue wouldn't have heard what
happened next.
I walked into the living room toward the kitchen
doorway where the four adults were seated at the table.
I smiled at my mom, she looked a little pissed. Then I
said, "You aren't going to believe this, but Sue and I
were picked up for possible prostitution. You and dad
have to tell the military police that we live here."
My mom looked at me, very angry, and said, "Finally.
Someone sees you two bitches for what you really are."
I spun around and went out the back door. I heard the
MP that had gone in with me say 'thank you ma'am' to my
mom. By the time I turned around to slam the sliding
glass door shut and glare at my mother, both MPs were
outside with Sue and I.
We walked slowly toward Sue's duplex. She was as red in
the face as I felt. I looked at the ground, the MPs
stopped. The one that had gone in with me said, "We are
sorry. We only wanted to know the rank of your fathers
so we could ask you two out. We didn't mean to get you
into trouble."
Talk about blown away! We both were in shock.
The two MPs gave us little salutes and walked to their
jeep. I went into Sue's house and stayed until the
lights were out at my house.
Ever since that happened last weekend, I hadn't spoken
to my mother. And now, I was walking toward my
babysitting job, not having told anyone where I was
going. After all, she thought I was a whore, so why
tell her anything? And dad never defended me as far as
I know, so who cares if they worried?
I really liked baby sitting for Paul and Elaine. They
had three little girls, all under age 5. They were so
cool! They knew I didn't 'party' in the traditional
sense: I went to parties, but I didn't drink or get
stoned because of low blood sugar - it hit me WAY to
fast if I tried any of it, so I just didn't do it. I
did however, go to parties after babysitting, as most
of the booze and dope would be gone then and I wouldn't
be offered any as it was all 'low in supply' anyway.
So Elaine would plan early dinners and Paul would take
her dancing right after and they'd be back by 10 or so,
allowing me to go to the party's late. Plus they
allowed my friends to come over. Not just one, but all
of them. We would shoot pool if I had them over.
My friends knew Paul and Elaine, and they usually drove
by their duplex on Friday or Saturday nights looking to
see if my car was there. I guess it was a good thing
that I told Veronica where I as going to be, as I did
not drive my car over this time. This particular night,
Veronica came over. Veronica is Sue's younger sister.
Sue is 18, Veronica is almost 17, and I'll be 18 in
less than a month. Veronica and I shot pool and gabbed
after I got the three girls into bed.
While we were shooting pool, George and Mark pulled up
out front. Veronica went out to talk to them. Turns
out, its George's 16th birthday and he wants us to go
with him to Bill's sister's house in town for a party.
We said sure, but Paul and Elaine weren't due back
until after 9pm, so come back for me then. Veronica
went with George and Mark to get chips and stuff. When
they returned, we shot pool until 9:30 or so when Paul
and Elaine got home.
I was still mad at my mom, so as we drove by my house,
I ducked down so no one would see me in the back of the
car. We left the base housing area and drove into town.
George's girlfriend wasn't going to be there, she was
only 14 and it was her curfew already.
When we got to Bill's sister's, Bill (age 20 or 21) and
Henry (age 18) let us in. Mark (age 15) is Henry's best
friend. All four guys are cute, but Henry and Mark work
out with weights and are well built shoulder and chest
wise.
I kind of liked Henry, and rumor was he kind of liked
me but was too shy to ask me out. We usually wrestled
or he would pick me up and move to another location,
just because he could. It was obvious Henry had been
drinking, he was smiling way too much and offered me a
drink - knowing I don't drink. He sure turned a pretty
shade of red when the others reminded him of that fact.
We all went into the living room and turned on MTV. I
waited to see what spot would be left open seating wise
as there were six of us and only five places to sit.
Being Veronica's best friend, I knew she had 'a thing'
for Bill, so when I saw him pull her onto his lap *Woo
Hoo go Veronica*, I quickly sat in the last spot on
the couch so she couldn't say 'no' to sitting on Bill.
I looked over to see Henry sitting beside me, looking
down at me and grinning.
*
After watching videos for awhile, Henry got up
(obviously wasted) and headed for the bathroom. He says
he's hot and pulls off his shirt before walking out of
sight. I ended up with his shirt on my head where he
threw it. As he came out of the bathroom, I stood up to
throw the shirt back at him. I could see him from the
chest up where I was, the others could see him fully
and seemed to be trying to warn him about what I was
doing. So I stepped out where he could see me, just as
Veronica squealed, "Bill - oh my god! Look at Henry!"
By that point, I could see him as well - from head to
toe. He was totally naked and walking toward me. He was
obviously aroused - there was NO mistaking that fact!
The recliner was closest to where Henry was, and as
Mark had just got up and walked into the back of the
house, Henry went to sit in the recliner and grabbed me
by the hips at the same time. As he hit the chair and I
fell into his lap, the chair reclined fully.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a virgin and I do like this
guy a lot, but this was NOT what I had in mind and
wanted NO part of it!
As he tried to kiss me, I rocked my body toward the
footrest to right the recliner before Henry could pull
me to his chest. He had his arms around me and I knew I
was not going to get away from him while we were in the
chair. As I rocked my body, I said to Henry, "Wait. Sit
up so I can reach you better, you are taller than I
am."
He let the chair pop upright. I then started to slide
off his legs until my feet were on the floor. I was
intending to stand up.
By this point, Veronica, George, and Bill were
watching. George said, "Go for it man - you know you
like her." At that, Henry grabbed me around my waist
and slid me back up against his body.
I managed to keep my toes on the floor and started
jiggling my legs to make the chair move. I told him,
"You are going to be sick, you drank too much." At the
same time, I forced myself up onto my feet, pulling him
up with me so he would be off balance.
Henry is about 6 feet tall and out weighs my 5 foot 4
inch, 115 pound frame. I've known him about a year, we
were friends. He was just drunk. I knew he wouldn't
hurt me, so I wasn't scared. I just needed to get
control of the situation between us before it got out
of hand.
Yeah, right! Four drunken boys and two sober girls half
their weight.
Man was I stupid!
Once on my feet, I pulled Henry to the next room. The
front door meant a way out for me, fresh air for him.
The closer I got to the door, the more aggressive Henry
got trying to hold me against him and kiss me. I kissed
him real quick and reached for the door knob.
Henry tightened his grip around my waist and said into
my ear, "I don't have anything on. We can't go
outside."
Bill and George were cheering him on from the living
room. Veronica was silent and looked scared, just
watching us.
I whispered, "I don't want to be around everyone else."
I figured if I got him away from his buddies
encouraging him, I could get him to stop. Besides, it
was obvious he going to pass out soon.
Henry started pulling me down the hall with him, I
went. As far as I knew, no one else was back there and
it would be quiet. I'd be able to reason with him.
Once he got me to his cousin's room, he pulled me
closer. His hands were everywhere. He was kissing my
face, my neck, my ears, my throat, and trying to
unfasten my jeans with one hand while sticking the
other hand up my shirt looking for the bra hooks. I
moved his lower hand and refastened my pants, quickly
grabbing both his hands off my bra after that - and
refastened it. He pulled me against him by my hips,
held me real close.
I could feel how aroused he was through my jeans, he
was rock hard. He looked down at me and smiled. After
staring at me for what seemed like forever, he kissed
me on the mouth.
I had been wanting THAT kiss for months! I had waited
for him to get up the nerve to kiss me, and now he
finally was. But this was NOT how it was suppose to
happen.
I froze. I couldn't move. I just stood there with my
hands on my jeans letting him kiss me. He tasted like
beer. His hair tickled my face. He stopped kissing me
and stared at me with those blue eyes.
I felt him reach for my jeans again. I grabbed his
hands and entwined my fingers in his and pressed
against him so my jeans couldn't get removed. He
gripped my fingers in return and moved our arms around
to my back so he that he was holding me again. I looked
up, just as he kissed me. I still had all my clothes on
and I was safe, so I kissed him back.
He laid me on the bed while we kissed, putting our
hands on either side of my head. He let go of one hand
and started touching me very gently on my face. He slid
his hand down to my neck, then my throat. When his had
got to my shoulder, he kissed me harder and sucked on
my tongue and lip. I could feel him move his hand to my
breast, down to my waist, and up under my shirt. As his
hand touched the skin on my stomach and started up to
my ribs, I bit his lip just enough to get his
attention.
He looked at me, he was so close that I could see his
blue eyes in the dark. He looked surprised. I said,
"Henry, you don't want to do this."
"Yes I do."
"You are drunk, you don't want to do this. You don't
want to force me to have sex with you."
He never moved his face, just stared at me.
He quietly said, "No, I don't want to force you." Then
he laid his face into my neck and held me in a hug.
I hugged him back. I felt his breathing changing. He
was slowly drifting off, I was safe.
Then someone grabbed my arm.
Seems we had found Mark. He had gone to the room before
us and passed out on the king sized bed. Our talking
and moving around on the bed had woken him up. Had we
known anyone was there, we'd have gone to a different
room.
I jumped. So did Henry. Before either of us could say
anything, Mark pulled me toward him and tried to kiss
me. Henry seemed to lose his sleepiness, and started
stroking his hands on my sides. NOW, I'm scared!
I told them both, "This is ME, MEAGAN! Think about
what you are doing!"
All I heard was, "But we both like you, so it's okay."
Mark is kissing the tears off my face, running his
tongue over my eyes - massaging them. He licked the
tears off my cheeks, ears, lips, neck - anywhere the
tears go, Mark's tongue goes.
They both are so gentle, like I'm a girlfriend - not
the unwilling participant that I really am.
Henry pulls off my sandals. Then he unbuttons my jeans,
for the last time.
Mark has my hands in his. He's leaning across me
kissing me. I can't move.
Henry slides my jeans off - kissing my stomach and
legs. Then he slides his hands up my legs to my shirt.
Both of them take off my shirt and Mark unhooks my bra.
As Henry pulls off my bra, I hear one of them say, "Oh
gosh, they are real." I feel them touching my breasts,
licking and sucking my nipples and neck.
I keep trying to put my hands on my breasts - to cover
them. So Mark takes my hands in his and pulls my arms
over my head. I keep struggling to move them back down
- as they go numb. Mark pulls my hands to one side of
my head as he licks one of my nipples and trails his
tongue up to my mouth - and kisses me again.
My hands get caught in the wrought iron head board
design. In a matter of minutes, my hands and arms are
totally useless I can't feel them, they are totally
numb. I can't move my arms at all.
Mark slides his hands down my arms, caressing my face
and breasts. I feel Henry pushing my knees apart, so I
wrap my legs around his thigh and pull him tight
against me, locking my legs behind his thigh - now he
can't do anything to me, or so I think.
Henry kisses his way down my stomach to my waist. He
puts one hand against his thigh between my legs and
slides it up to my crotch, while he kisses my stomach
and hips.
I see George standing by the bed. I ask him to help me.
He says, "If I didn't have a girlfriend, I'd be in here
with them. Don't you know we all like you?" He stroked
my forehead, and walked out.
I do not want to be here! I can't stop crying. Can't
stop saying, "Stop. Don't." I do not want this to
happen. They aren't listening to me.
Mark is kissing my face. If I talk, he sticks his
tongue in my mouth and kisses me again. I'm too afraid
to bite his tongue. I don't want to be hurt. I just
want them to stop.
I see Bill watching. I ask him to help. He walks out,
closing the door behind him. I opened my mouth to
scream, Mark covered it with a kiss.
Henry starts rubbing his hand on my crotch, trying to
get me to relax my legs around his thigh. He shifts his
weight - causing me to lose the leg lock I had on him.
He quickly puts his other leg between mine and lies
against me.
As Henry stretches his body the length of mine, Mark
moves to one side, still touching my breasts. Henry
kisses me so gently - I tell him "No" one more time. He
says, "It's ok Meagan," as he slowly slides his penis
inside me. As Henry starts sliding his penis in and out
of me while kisses me, Mark is licking my breasts and
neck and ears.
As Henry starts going faster with his hips, Mark looks
in my eyes - then suddenly pushes Henry off me.
Foolishly, I think, 'Yeah. They are stopping,' and I
start to sit up. I was wrong.
Mark got between my legs, grabbed my hips, and sunk his
penis into me saying, "I have wanted to do this with
you for a long time." Then he slowly started his own
rhythm of in and out. I kept my legs as straight and as
flat as I could, I was not going to help them.
Henry started kissing me again, I begged him to stop
and make Mark stop. I kept crying. He asked if they
were hurting me, I said 'no'. I guess if I had said
'yes', he would have stopped and made Mark stop as
well. But it didn't hurt, not physically anyway, and I
had answered without thinking. They were very gentle,
their intent was not to hurt me - but still, I did not
want them doing this to me.
When Mark stopped pumping his penis in and out of me,
Henry got between my legs with him. I felt Henry's
hands on my breasts, but I felt a hand on my crotch too
- WITH Henry's penis! My fear went up a notch.
I was relatively new to sex and this was against my
will, now they were both between my legs? Were they
gay?
I felt the hand guide Henry's penis inside me and then
move up higher on my crotch as Henry started stroking
in and out. I yelled, "Don't touch me Mark," and he
moved his hand away.
Both of them had sex with me more than once. Then they
laid on top of me and passed out around the same time.
I kept crying, I couldn't stop. I was so scared. And
now there is a new feeling - I'm MAD! Mad at all five
of them.
After a long while, I slid out from under them both and
grabbed my clothes. I ran to the only bedroom
unoccupied and locked the door. I laid on the bed
unhurt, but crying, angry, and in shock.
At some point, I fell asleep. I awoke to see Bill
looking through the door at me, he had a key I guess.
He shut the door. I got up and followed him to the
kitchen where Veronica was. She wouldn't look at me.
Henry and Mark woke up. They came running down the hall
naked, looking for their clothes and muttering, "How
the hell did I end up naked, in bed, obviously had sex,
and with my best friend? And why are my clothes on the
other end of the house?" I actually laughed.
They were totally freaked out and obviously did not
remember the night before. They see Veronica and I
standing there look down at their nakedness - and
blush! Soon as they are dressed, they yell at Bill to
take them home. George had left the night before, so
Bill was our ride home.
Henry and Mark lived across the street from each other
in opposing cul de sacs. Henry's cul de sac abutted
Veronica's - but had no access other than footing it
through someone's yard.
Bill gets his keys to take us home. Veronica is up
front, I'm in the back with Mark and Henry on either
side of me. Before Bill can back out of the drive way,
Mark looks at me funny and jumps out of the car to get
up front. For the next 20 minutes, Mark stares at me as
he sits sideways in the front seat. Henry is leaned
back with his eyes shut, napping.
The look on Mark's face is odd. Then I see his eyes
water, I never looked away. I just stared back. I see
remembrance - shock - shame - all at once on his face.
He screams, "Stop the car! NOW!" Mark opens the door,
falls to his hands and knees begging me to forgive him
as he vomits.
Henry looks at me. I can tell he's got a foggy memory
coming back. I reach across his lap and open the door.
Bill says, "Do NOT let her out of this car." Apparently
I was no longer the only one who remembered the night
before. Mark's shocked face and pleas for forgiveness
were jogging Henry and Bill's memories quickly.
As I scrambled across Henry's lap, he grabbed my hips.
I fell out of the car trying to get away. All I could
think of was Bill saying keep me in the car. I was
scared, more so than the night before.
All our fathers are US Army. Plus Bill's sister is as
well. All I can think he's thinking is: 'keeping her
quiet is imperative or six careers are in jeopardy'. So
I had 'RUN girl RUN' going through my mind. I ran.
The car had stopped at the foot of the hill to Mark's
cul de sac and across the street beside Henry's duplex.
I ran for Henry's house, through the sliding glass
door, startling his parents. As I knew Henry was behind
me, I said, "Henry just hit your new car and chipped
the paint", and I kept running straight through to the
front door. The last thing I heard at Henry's house
was, "Hi mom - dad" and then "Henry - FREEZE! You did
what to the new car?"
I was safe. I ran. I didn't stop until I got the three
duplexes over it took to get home.
I ran up between Veronica and my backyards and into my
house. Only my oldest brother was home, in his room. I
went to my room. Scared. Crying. I locked the door. I
waited.
What would happen next? My own mother thought I was a
whore, she had said so the week before to two MP's. I
went to the party, I should have left. I should have
bitten, or kicked. Hadn't heard of date rape, but even
if I had - in my mind, it was my fault. I went to the
party. I tried to control Henry by getting him alone. I
HAD controlled Henry, it was Mark waking up that got it
all out of control. It was my fault. Period. I decided
I'd never tell. Hell, I wasn't hurt. How could it be
rape with no pain?
My brother, Randy, is three months younger than I am.
Like Henry and Mark, he works out. He's shorter than I
am, but a lot stronger.
He gets ticked when the phone keeps ringing and I
refuse to take the calls. I hear the door bell. Randy
comes to my door, says he'll kick it down if I don't
open it. I open the door. Randy says Mark is at the
door and won't leave until I come downstairs and see
him. So I stand at the top of the stairs looking down
at the front door, obviously not planning to move any
further. Randy brushes past me, cursing, and goes down
the stairs and opens the door.
Mark looks up the steps toward me. I step back from the
edge of the steps. Mark says, "No. I won't hurt you. I
want to make sure you are okay. Do you need anything?"
Randy looks at me, then at Mark. I won't take my eyes
off the floor. So Randy cocks his eyebrow at Mark
inquisitively like only Randy can. I hear Mark say,
"Randy, I raped your sister last night, more than once.
I was drunk. I'm sorry. I was wrong."
Mark stood there. I could feel Randy looking at me. I
wouldn't look up. He said my name. I started sobbing. I
didn't want to see his disgust with me. I heard my name
again. I glanced up, both guys were crying and watching
me. I started down the steps. I said, "I won't tell. It
was my fault."
Mark said, "No it wasn't." Then my brother hit him. And
hit him and hit him and hit him. Mark and Randy were
equally matched, but Mark never fought back. Not once.
Randy was hitting him and saying, "Who else was there?
Who else?"
Mark wouldn't answer. Nor would I. But my brother knew.
Mark and Henry were always together. Mark and Henry had
both told Randy that they liked me. So Randy finished
beating on Mark and then grabbed my arm and we walked
over to Henry's.
Henry could EASILY kick Randy's ass, and we all knew
it. But Henry knew why we were there. He stepped
outside his front door and said, "My parents will be
home soon, make it quick."
He pushed at my brother some, but never fought back.
Randy hit his stomach, chest, and face until we noticed
a neighbor watching. If your dependents screw up while
you are in the military, the military member gets into
trouble and it can affect their rank and pay. So Henry
called out, "We are wrestling, it's all okay." Randy
stopped shortly after that.
Later, Randy smacked George around for not helping me.
But Bill, he pounded. He said Bill was the one who
bought the booze and it was his house and he didn't
help me. Bill fought back, he truly felt he had done
nothing wrong.
Mark and Henry apologized every time they saw me for
the next week or so. Veronica told me she was scared
they would pull her in if she said anything or tried to
help, and as she wasn't even 100 pounds, I didn't blame
her.
I did my best to forget it had happened. We all rode
the bus to school together. We still ate lunch together
at school. We went to school functions together. I
stood by Henry in our senior class picture. I helped
them both with their homework. All as if nothing had
happened.
I never told anyone. Ever. Still haven't. These aren't
our real names, and writing isn't telling...
Besides, was it really rape? You tell me.
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