extreme force oral rape
"Please." Melissa nearly whispered. "Please, not again. Oh please not again!" Melissa didn't try to fight as Rog began removing the coat that she wore. She didn't try to fight as he began kissing her and rubbing his hands over her body. She still didn't fight as he lowered her to the ground and mounted her. All resistance, all fight was gone from Melissa. She closed her eyes and lay naked in the grass, whimpering softly while Rog raped her. When Rog was finished, she lay still, her eyes closed while the next young man entered her. Melissa lay quietly, eyes closed, while all five of the young men took a turn raping her. It just didn't seem to matter anymore.
Melissa wasn't sure how much time had passed, or how many times she had been raped. She knew that Sebastian had helped her to her feet and helped her on with the borrowed coat. He told her that he and his friends were going somewhere, and that she should go home.
Alone, Melissa made her way back to Charing Cross Station. As she waited for the train, her mind began to clear. The nightmare was over. She began to feel self conscious as she waited on the platform. She felt that everyone must know that she was naked underneath the short coat, that everyone must know what had happened. Still, it didn't really matter, she thought as she boarded the train and found a seat. All that mattered was getting home and getting a shower. A very, very hot shower.
PART I It was early in the morning when Melissa threw back the covers and swung her feet to the floor. Although it had been quite late when she had finally gone to bed, and she had slept only fitfully, she knew that it would be useless to remain in bed. With what she had on her mind, she knew that she would not be sleeping well for quite sometime to come.
Had it really happened? Had she really been brutally and repeatedly raped last night by her brother and four of his friends? Yes. Yes, it had happened. She would like to pretend that it didn't, but she couldn't. The pain and soreness in her body told her that it was real. The short leather coat laying over the chair in her bedroom also attested to the fact that it had not been a nightmare. It was the coat that one of the rapists had loaned her to cover herself after all of her clothing had been utterly destroyed. It had not been an act of kindness on his part, however. If Melissa had been seen naked in the streets, the police would have become involved. Loaning her the coat was an act of self preservation on his part.
Melissa couldn't stand being cooped up any longer. After cleaning her teeth and brushing her hair, she got dressed in a white blouse and light blue trousers and quietly left the house. She didn't know where she was going. She just knew that she had to be moving. As she walked, the memories of last night flooded her mind. Her brother, Sebastian, tricking her into meeting him at Regent's Park, then walking her to an area of heavy shrubs where he raped her. His four friends arriving per his instructions, tearing her clothes from her body, then raping her vaginally, anally and orally. The five of them taking her to a pub near Trafalgar Square while she wore nothing but the borrowed leather coat. Then finally to Saint James Park where they all raped her again.
In her memory, Saint James Park was the worst part of the night. At Regent's Park, she had at least put up a struggle. It was a futile struggle, to be sure, but she had at least tried. By the time they had reached Saint James Park, though, she was in a mild state of shock. When Rog had begun opening the coat she wore, she did nothing. She still did nothing as he removed the coat, leaving her naked in the night breeze. She did nothing as he began nuzzling her neck and rubbing his hands over her bare flesh. And she did nothing as he laid her down in the grass and mounted her. She didn't scream, she didn't fight, she didn't plead. She lay quietly and allowed him to rape her. And when he was finished and climbed off of her, she lay still, her legs spread and her eyes closed, while the other four took turns raping her. How could she have done nothing? How could she have just laid there?
Melissa had been walking aimlessly, not even aware of where she was going. Looking up, she saw Big Ben perhaps half a kilometer away. Suddenly, she wanted out of London. She wanted a small town, fresh air and fields. Big Ben gave her the idea. Now with an actual destination in mind, Melissa increased her pace. Reaching Westminster Bridge, she descended the steps to the pier, where she bought a round trip ticket for the tour boat to Greenwich.
Melissa boarded the tour boat and found a seat near the rail. It wasn't long until the boat was full, mostly with tourists, and the lines were cast off. The passengers included several English tourists from areas outside of London, a group of French students, three American sailors in white uniforms, and a Japanese family. Melissa didn't notice any of them. The boat proceeded down the Thames River, under Tower Bridge and past HMS Belfast, the British Navy cruiser that now served as a floating museum. Melissa paid no attention as the guide with the microphone directed everyone's attention to the points of interest along the river. She had no interest in sight seeing and allowed her mind to wander. Lost in thought, time past quickly. Before she realized it, the tour boat was pulling into the pier at Greenwich.
Melissa disembarked the boat with the rest of the passengers. Most of them stopped to see the Cutty Sark, the famous clipper ship held in dry dock as a tourist attraction. The Japanese family went immediately into a souvenir shop. The three American sailors headed for the first pub on the street. Without a glance towards the famous vessel, Melissa walked on, past the clipper and the small shops and pubs, continuing down King William Walk to Romney Road. Turning left, Melissa passed by the National Maritime Museum and the Royal Naval College. When she reached the entrance to Queen's House, she turned in to walk through the peaceful gardens.
Strolling slowly through the gardens, Melissa made her way to the rear of Queens House. From here, she could see the Royal Observatory through the trees of Greenwich Park. Finding a small passage in the hedges, Melissa left the grounds of Queen's House and entered the woods of Greenwich Park. It was cool and quiet as she strolled among the trees and bushes. Her mind wandered over a dozen different thoughts without settling on a single one.