Chapter 16: Detroit Times

Sally Rutherford was staying with her aunt, Sister Susan, while her mother was gone on some kind of catholic church business trip. Sister Susan was a catholic nun at St Christopher’s. She lived in the bad part of Detroit; the part they always had on the news. Sally attends a catholic school of course, and now she has to ride the city bus from her aunt’s house to the school and back every day, by herself. It was early October, and the weather was starting to get cold. Darkness came earlier. Luckily, there was one bus, 452, that went all the way from her school bus stop to within two blocks of where Sister Susan lived. Until now, her life had been very sheltered by her strict mother. Being a teenager, Sally wanted to go out more, and so readily agreed to this opportunity to do something different every day, even if it was just for ten days. Her first day riding the bus changed all that.

Sally had just two days ago turned eighteen. She was a very pretty girl, living in a nice home with her divorced mother in a higher income neighborhood. She was shy; a junior at St. Mary’s Catholic School for Girls. Her mother was very old-school and rarely let her go anywhere. Now, at eighteen, her mother had even more reason to keep her home and away from other teens. Sally was developing quickly into one very attractive-looking young woman. Her young breasts were already a solid 33C.

At the store, Sally’s mom had always bought her bras that were a size or two too big, but she always grew out of them. Even now she was about ready for a slightly bigger size. Her boobs just bulged out of these current ones. Sally thought she was pudgy. Her butt seemed too big; her boobs were big. She’d look in the mirror and would think she was so fat looking.

In fact, Sally had a butt that was very much perfect. Perfect in size, round, soft. She also had very sexy legs. She stood about 5’2” tall and weighed about 100 pounds. Her silky blonde hair was shoulder-length, styled. The reason Sally always felt overweight was because the school only had one uniform size for her age group, and her developing young body was just pushing the fabric to the limit. That, plus that stupid school dress code policy that said skirts had to be exactly twelve inches long. Some ancient tradition that she and her other girlfriends found difficult at times to control. When they sat at their desks, they had to keep their knees together, turned to the side slightly. If you crossed your legs, it would show way too much upper thigh. The rules for girls’ behavior were strict. In fact, the only freedom Sally had in her dress was she would sometimes pull her panties up between her butt cheeks, like a sexy bikini. That was it. When Sally wore her school uniform, she looked younger than eighteen, with a body every man looked at twice.

Sally knew men stared at her. Her mom always said it was a sin, and to flirt back was an even bigger sin. Lecture after lecture, she was drilled on the immortality of impure thoughts. So now, when some guy turned and stared as she walked by, she’d look away, walk closer to mom, move quickly.

But then Sally’s mother had gotten that assignment, and so for ten days she had to live with Aunt Susan, poor handicapped Sister Susan. Sally’s freedom adventure was now something she couldn’t stand. These ten days couldn’t go by quick enough. Aunt Susan lived in the north end of Detroit. A city bus ran from the corner by the school up to 110th St, two blocks from her aunt’s apartment. Riding into this scary part of town, dressed in this school uniform of hers, well she just couldn’t wait to get home and get changed, stay inside and study her homework. All you ever see on the TV news are reports of shootings and violence in the North End. She still had a week to go. Her coat wasn’t very long, but she kept it closed tightly. Sally couldn’t hide those legs of hers very well. She sat quietly, knees together, slightly to the side, like in school.

It was dark when the city bus finally reached 110th Street. Three black kids, about her age, had been taunting her some on the ride home, ever since they got on a few stops ago. Sally kept to herself by the driver, kept her coat tight around her, trying to ignore their rude comments. She was thankful that when she got off, they had stayed on the bus. Sally still had a block and a half to walk in this cold wind. She hated this place; it was scary and the frequent police sirens and occasional gunshots didn’t help. God, who would want to live here? Sally walked quickly down the dark, broken sidewalk towards her aunt’s place. Suddenly, something moved on her left. She jumped, just as someone grabbed her left arm, then violently yanked her backwards. An arm wrapped around her mouth. She tried to scream, but only got out a brief sound, while two men grabbed her, dragging her backwards into an alleyway. She kicked, fought hard to get free, trying to scream, but she kept tripping and stumbling. Despite her fighting, she was still being dragged further down the alley. Another arm was wrapped around her waist, two more arms grabbed first one leg, then another. First, she was dragged, and now carried from the street. Terrified, Sally kept struggling, trying everything to make noise. A lot of hands held her off the ground as she kept struggling. She heard muffled voices.

She bit the hand over her mouth in a panic. The man yelled “Fucking bitch!” and a fist hit her face several times as they nearly dropped her to the cold ground. Then both men kept dragging her as she squirmed to get free. One kept saying, “Move it, Leon! Move it!” The other man was saying “I am! I am! Fucking bitch bit me!”

At the end of the short alley Sally saw a shed of some sort. They pulled her inside, where it was even darker. They dropped her to the ground; she landed on some kind of blanket or old sleeping bag. She managed to get out one small scream before one man fell on her, grabbing her throat and squeezed really hard. She couldn’t breathe. She was freaking out and now she couldn’t breathe at all! Her hands gripped his wrist, trying to stop him. The man leaned close, said angrily, “You keep your fucking mouth shut, bitch, and you just might live through this. You try to scream- I’ll fucking kill you!” He kept saying “Not a word...” as he slowly released his grip on her throat. then before she could even start breathing again, he began grabbing her coat, pulling it off of her. She was trying to breathe while trying to get away, trying to hold onto her coat, saying, “no, no, don’t, no...”. The other man was pulling the other sleeve, and soon the coat was gone. It was very cold in this dark shed. She didn’t know it then, but her nipples were starting to react to the cold air, getting harder and eventually becoming quite visible through her tight blouse.

Without stopping, hands were all over her. Sally’s skirt got forced down and taken from her. Her tie was pulled off, her blouse was torn open. Hands were grabbing at her panties. Her own hands frantically tried to stop them as she pulled her legs up to the side, curling to her side, but they were in a rage it seemed like. Their hands were everywhere, grabbing everything. She tried, but she couldn’t stop them. They tore almost everything she had on. A few moments later, even though she had fought them as hard as she could, suddenly she was completely naked. She was on this cold sleeping bag, as naked as if she was going into the shower. Sally quickly covered her chest with both arms, legs pulled up tight, trembling, exposed, her eyes wide with fear. She was breathing very fast, very hard, her body trembling uncontrollably still.

The hands in the darkness stopped once, when the two men beside her got undressed themselves. As soon as they were, the assault continued. One man got behind her, grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head. Her boobs, totally exposed here, jiggled around a lot. More lewd comments. The other man grabbed her leg, ran his hand right up the inside and touched her vagina, then pressed his fingers between her butt cheeks, right to her rear end, right while she was laying there. Sally squirmed and tried to keep her legs together, trying to keep him away. As he ran his hand all over her pubic area, the other man sat on her arms and put his face down to her naked boobs, started to suck on them and lick them. He was like a hungry wolf, sucking hard, mashing his face into her cleavage, really molesting her boobs. Her nipples were all hard now she noticed, and when he sucked on one, it got this weird feeling of getting aroused. Darn it! She wished she was flat-chested again. Sally squirmed her legs about as the one man pushed his fingers into her butt, then her vagina. The other man held her arms, molesting her breasts painfully.

The two men shifted some; the one holding her arms moved to the side slightly; then started assaulting her mouth. Sally twisted her face left and right to avoid him, but he used one hand to grip her jaw. She got one hand free and hit him again and again, but he didn’t begin to stop. At the same time, she felt the other man pushing her legs apart. She didn’t know which one to fight off as they both assaulted her. She quickly tried pressing her knees back together. This worked only briefly. He used his hands to force her knees apart. She kicked her leg when the man let go, but she couldn’t do much. He was between her legs now, while she lay on her back with this other man leaning over her. He forcing his tongue into her mouth as the other man was doing something between her legs.

Sally saw the man on top of her put his hand down between her thighs. Sure enough, he grabbed his penis began to press the head of it against her virginity. Sally had a small blonde bush and could feel his hand as he pressed his penis against her pussy lips down there. She struggled more as the other man continued to kiss her and rub her one boob.

Sally knew what a penis was. She’d seen pictures. Never actually seen one though, and she had no idea how they looked before and after they got erections. She felt her pussy lips down there spreading some, then into her he went. More, a little more, then down a bit and right and into her vagina. Only a few tampons had ever been in there before, ever. His thing was big! She was fighting being raped as the other man kept squirming his tongue around inside her mouth. It was overwhelming. Once the man’s penis found her vagina, she felt him pushing into her. In he went, a little at a time, her dryness, her tight muscles and tight virginity making it very difficult for him. She kept hyperventilating as the man kept kissing her, making screaming sounds into his mouth. Oh my God, this was way bigger than she had ever expected. Way bigger! It hurt something fierce, too!

He would move in it seemed like, then backed up a little, then in again. He did this some more. His penis seemed to get even harder, even bigger and longer. Farther and farther in it went; the pain was intense. She felt his crotch hair against her own, knew he was all the way in, or almost. He started to move slowly back and forth. His thing was really long and stiff now; he moved back and forth a long way, slowly, back and forth, over and over.

Sally was more wet down there now; it moved a little easier inside her. Still, she could feel the head of his penis as it slid back and forth in her, the edge of it pushing her vagina to it’s very limits. As the man kissing her moved to kissing her neck, she was focused at the moment on the feeling of sex; the feeling of being raped. It really hurt, for sure, yet, somehow, she felt this arousal inside her, like her nipples and boobs. This was such a terrible sin what was happening to her, and now her body was seemingly possessed by these impure sensations of lust. She kept crying, praying out loud for forgiveness and help from God. She tried hard to ignore these feelings, to focus on praying as her body was rocked all over by these two ugly men.

As she was being raped, she unconsciously spread her legs more. Partly to try and ease the pain of having her upper thighs constantly slapped by his hips, partly to try and make some sort of feeling that was better than this. When she worked her muscles a certain way down there; when she squeezed them as he pulled back and relaxed them when he pushed in, she found it actually was a little more tolerable some. The one man had stopped kissing her neck, sat back up. The man raping her lay down on top her. He spread his own legs, keeping hers spread wide. Sally could feel the man’s ball sack, that thing under his penis, she could feel it slapping against her butt as he raped her. He began to go faster. She couldn’t keep up, so she just lay there, waiting for him to finish. He kept licking her neck, her face, holding a breast while he slammed himself into her again and again, faster and harder every time. Sally’s whole body was being slammed back and forth. She couldn’t help but notice how her nipples were very excited by this. It made her breast around it very excited to. And her vagina lips, as they slid along his big, wet shaft, they were also very excited. Very excited. Once she even wrapped her legs around him, then stopped when she realized what she was doing. Despite the impure feelings of arousal, she was bruised and beaten and sore everywhere. She felt him push in, hold it in, then began flooding her vagina with his semen. Oh God, now she was going to get pregnant!