Chapter 2

When Marion studied high school in the ninth grade, she learned quickly that the boys in high school do not respect women like men do. They tend to be careful in their greetings of women. It surprised her that when teachers were not around, the boys would call the girls sluts, whores, cunts depending on what level of humiliation they wanted to create. For this reason, she stayed away from most boys and tried not to interact too much, though some boys must have girlfriends as they tolerated this behavior.

About a week after school started, Marion knew a few boys were eyeing her on her way home, spying on what she was doing. There was a little alleyway she had to pass daily, which was perfect for an ambush. Being young and naïve in the way of boys, Marion expected nothing from this. Sure enough, one day, three boys grabbed her as she walked through the alleyway. They dragged her into the alleyway. The first thing they did was to put a ball gag in her mouth so she could not scream. They tied up her hands behind her so she could not scratch them and leave marks and then dropped her onto this mattress lying in the alleyway’s street. They threw her on the bed, took her pants off her panties, raised her shirt, and pulled down her bra. For their purposes, she was naked.

One of them had put their foot on her belly and held her for pleasure while the others got undressed. Two grabbed her legs and spread them. The third one got in between. He was her first. He took her virginity. And he was none too gentle about it, but being young, he came quickly and filled her up with his semen. Then the boys switched places, And the second boy deposited his semen inside her. The third took his turn. She fought them the entire way but did not have much chance because there were three to-one with the element of surprise on their side.

As Marion lay there, she took in their faces, figured out their identities, and vowed that she would break each of their arms, but not simultaneously. When they were through, they untied her hands and left her there while they dressed and ran back to the street. That is her introduction to men, and it would be a long time before she trusted men enough to make love to them. She dressed the best she could and walked home, surprised that her mother was there.

When Marion walked in, she knew when it happened. She did not talk. All she said was, “Come with me,” and they went to the bathroom, where she helped her undress and get into the shower. Marion took a long shower that day. When Marion got out, she went to her room, put on some clothes, and went to the kitchen. She was not sure what she should say to her mother or father. Her mother was sitting at the table. There were two cups of hot chocolate waiting for her. Marion sat down and started drinking one.

She looked at Marion and asked, “What are your plans for the boys that did this?”

Marion thought about it briefly and then proposed, “I plan to break their arms and legs. Not all at once, but one at a time. I will do this at her leisure, so they will never know when it is coming, but you have trained her well enough that I know how. I will do it in private, as they had her in private. They will not dare say that I did it, for who would take the word of a boy who said a girl broke her arm? I would only break one of each. But I have decided that is not enough. I will break their arms and each leg one at a time. I will then confront them.”

Mother was always pragmatic. She did not talk me out of this. She knew Marion was capable of it. She only warned her, “Do not let anyone else see you, only them. It will be your word against theirs. Nobody will believe that a girl broke their bones. Unless there are witnesses.”

She was always giving her motherly advice. This time was no different as she spoke, “Bear in mind the actions of the three boys are not the actions of all boys. In your lifetime, you’ll date hundreds of boys and may even marry one or two. The other thing to remember is that women can be as mean as boys, and when they are, you need to seek measures for justice. Breaking both arms on the boy might become suspicious. Make sure you spread it out over a long time. None of these boys will graduate soon, as you believe they are sophomores. That gives you three years to break the bones. You should probably space it for at least two months between bone breaking. You need to refresh your training so you make clean breaks. After all, we do not want to disable them.”

With that, her mother left the table and put the dishes in the sink. Marion went to her office, allowing her time to think. About two months later, when all thoughts of her rape were forgotten, she noticed that one boy went into the restroom just as the bell rang to go back to class. No one came out of that bathroom, so she went in. He took a dump as the place stunk to high heaven. She heard him coming out of a stall, tripped him, and made him fall to the floor. Holding one arm elevated, Marion kicked it with her leg and heard a distinct snap. Then she left. She was not even sure if he knew who his attacker was.

Minutes later, Marion was in class, and the teacher was teaching. All was quiet, but during the next break, word spread as he claimed that somebody attacked him and broke his arm. But when asked who would do such a thing, he could not answer. She has gotten away with it.

Marion passed him in the hall two days later and whispered to him, “I will break your other arm and both your legs.”

Nothing came of this, but Marion noticed over the next several days that all three boys were looking at her. She figured they would try to attack her at some point, perhaps in the alleyway where they raped her. They told her it was her turn as Marion passed the alley two days later. It was comical as she had been training for this fight.

The one with the broken arm could not do much, as Marion kicked him in the nuts. And he is bent over in pain, causing the other two to attack without thinking. One tried to run into her, but she easily dodged, and he ran into the wall and stunned himself. The last one wanted to hit her with his fist, which put him out of balance as she grabbed his arm. He fell; she had his arm in her hand, and she kicked it with her leg and heard a snap. She walked over to the stunned boy, picked up his arm, and did the same thing. Now, they all had broken bones.

When they were conscious, Marion told them, “I will dispense justice as I see fit for your crimes. You will each receive a broken bone in each of your arms and in each of your legs open for the next three years. You will not see it coming. You cannot prepare for it. If you come after me and no one is looking, I will break another bone. If you accuse me of assaulting you to the police, you will have to admit that you got taken down by a girl. The defense I will put up is that I cannot break somebody’s arm. You know otherwise. I advise you to make amends, as I will follow you throughout high school. If I see injustice, my judgment will be quick.”

Marion fixed her clothes and walked home. She never saw or heard from those boys again. She kept track of them; they seemed to have made amends until they moved away. Within the next six months, they had to change schools.

As for sex in high school, Marion tried to stay away but was unsuccessful, as she learned that you have girlfriends in high school. They like to spend Friday nights playing games or staying over. She had several girlfriends. Typically, one would ask if she could come over and spend Friday night with her. They have a pajama party; a lingerie party is what they meant. They played ‘Spin the Bottle,’ ‘ Truth or Dare,’ and ‘Master and Slave.’ The last one seems to be the most popular. The girls would get to flip a coin and call it in the air. If a girl wins, she gets to be the master. She gets to boss the other one around for the evening for these little parties.