Chapter 21: Remorse

The teens piled into the two cars and left quickly. As they drove down the street away from the house an ambulance was coming their way. Stew mumbled to himself, “I hope the fucker is dead.” Except for the telephone calls, the occupants of the two cars didn’t speak. The ones subjected to a night of sex whether wanted or not closed their eyes. They slept the short distance to Julie’s house. When they pulled up in the driveway Vince’s car was already there, as he had brought Steve to the house.

Steve ran toward the car as it pulled in the driveway. The inside being dark, he couldn’t see the people inside. Amanda turned to Stew, “Stay in here a second and turn off the dome light. So it won’t come on when I get out.” Stew did as he was told since Amanda seemed to be taking control of the situation. Amanda got out quickly. She held Steve’s arms before he could open the door, seeing what was wrong with Julie. “Steve.” She repeated herself when he didn’t seem to hear, “Steve, you need to listen to me. She is going to be OK. Just love her and let her know you’re there for her. And I stress don’t lose it, she won’t be able to handle that.”

Steve was concerned with what Amanda had said. He had to get to his girlfriend. “What is wrong with her?” He asked as he opened the door where she sat. His eyes widened when in the darkness he could still see she had been abused. He held out a hand helping her unsteady movements as she stepped out of the car. In the fuller light, he could see her cum soaked hair and what remained on her face. His nose was hit by the smell of old cum as she came closer. He could see in her face, she wasn’t there in mind only in a mangled body. He moved her disheveled shirt, getting a look at her chest. What he saw turned his stomach. Remembering what Amanda said he did control his outward emotions. Within him, something had changed. Though he looked at his girlfriend with all the love one could muster, behind his eyes, Amanda saw something menacing. Steve quietly said to Julie, “They are going to wish they were never born. I promise.”

“Oh fuck.” Amanda said as a terrified shiver ran up her spine, while Stew came up to her.

“Oh fuck what?” Stew asked.

“Let them go in first,” Amanda suggested. Stew and Amanda watched as the others that were not in a chemically or sexually altered state, helped those that were into the house. Once the front door closed, Amanda turned to Stew, “You know I love your brother. He’d be as close to ideal if I didn’t already have ideal. But he is a psychopath when it comes to that girl. The guys that did that to Julie ... They should go turn themselves into the authorities and ask them to keep them behind bars forever or until he no longer loves Julie or is dead. For if not he’ll make them wish they were dead and not in a nice way.”

“My brother is not a psychopath.” Stew said defending his brother. “He’s dealing with a lot.”

“Don’t get me wrong, as I said I think he is a great guy, but he’d the look of a psychopath just now, not a sociopath. You had the look of a sociopath back at Rich’s, it didn’t scare me but the look just now from your brother scared the hell out of me.” She explained. “You know the difference right?”

“Great now I’m a crazy person. But no I don’t know.” Stew admitted.

“Well the short version is a psychopath does not know the difference between right and wrong, and a sociopath does not give a shit one way or the other.” was the explanation she gave him. “Did you think what you did to the kid earlier was wrong?”

“Yes but he deserved it,” he answered.

“See that is the difference. Right now Steve wouldn’t know it’s wrong when he threw the guy out the window.” She said. “So keep an eye on him, so he doesn’t get himself in trouble. Because he’ll not know its wrong while punishing those responsible.”

“Ok, I will. Him and Bryan also. Let’s go in and see how they’re doing.” Stew said. Together they walked into the house seeing how everyone was progressing. They noticed that Stacy, Susan, Steve, and Julie were gone. The other victims of the drug attack were sleeping on the couch. Stew asked Bryan as he walked into the room. “Where did the other girls and Steve go?”

Vince answered, “Steve wouldn’t let anyone near Julie. And no one wanted to try. He took her up to her bathroom to clean her up. And Stacy took Susan to the master bathroom to do the same.”

Up in the master bathroom, Stacy removed the clothes that’d been put on Susan hastily, as she started the shower. Susan continued staring straight ahead not believing what she’d done. She was glad it was Stacy that was there and not Bryan. If it was Bryan she was worried, she’d not be able to keep up the act of being drugged and gang-raped. She would’ve grabbed his dick and tried to put it in one of her well-used and sullied holes. It would’ve ended the believe-ability of her act. As it was, she was working hard at not enjoying the feeling of Stacy’s hands as they scrubbed her clean in the hot shower. Stacy shampooed Susan’s hair three times making sure she got all the spunk out of it. She carefully soaped up her hands and washed Susan’s face and ears, rinsing more cum from her body. Slowly she soaped and rinsed Susan’s breast. She was extra careful around Susan’s nipples. They looked as if any touch to them would be painful. With the defaced breast clean, Stacy proceeded to go lower on Susan’s body. Her soapy hands daintily rubbed the outside and the inner crevices of her labial folds. Stacy saw that Susan’s clit was red and raw as she cleaned out the cum spread throughout Susan’s sex. Stacy did feel a bit weird washing Susan’s ass crack, but she knew it had to be done. She ran the soap over the violated hole deep in Susan’s ass. She wasn’t sure all of the cum had run out of her friend’s bowels but all that had was washed away. Susan closed her eyes and tried not thinking of what she’d let Julie endure, for her own gain.

In Julie’s, bathroom Steve had carefully removed the two pieces of clothes covering Julie’s body. The damage to his girlfriend’s beautiful body was worse than he imagined. He made sure the water was at the perfect temperature before getting into the shower with her. He like Stacy began at Julie’s long blonde hair. After three shampooings all the rapist cum was removed. He washed her face and rinsed it clean. He kissed her lips lightly, which she mechanically returned, not being free of all the chemicals in her system. She recognized that it was her boyfriend in the shower washing her, but it didn’t compute to her mind, why. Why would he be in the shower with her, she didn’t remember getting into it in the first place. She tried to remember but her mind was blank and didn’t understand reality so well. He gently washed her purple and red breast. The goo that had been spewed on her by multiple cocks washed down the drain. He couldn’t believe his schoolmates had treated her so badly, like a tramp or piece of trash. He tenderly cleaned her privates, making sure all of the offending cum was removed from her exquisite vagina. Once she was clean he sat on the floor of the shower and let the water flow over them, as he rocked her naked body in his arms, repeating “They’ll wish I’d just kill them.”

Both of the cleaned girls were toweled off by their respective washer and put into pajamas, Vince and Stew found in Julie’s dresser. With the two showers, unoccupied Missy and Karen were taken up by Stacy and Amanda for their de-spunking. The two girls were a bit more lucid than the previous two as an hour had passed since arriving at the house. Still they had the vacant stare of non comprehension of where they were and why they were there. Nothing of the night remained in their memory banks.

When Stacy and Amanda had finished their humanitarian task of getting the two virtual strangers cleaned up. They put Missy in Julie’s father’s sweatshirt and sweatpants, as nothing of Julie’s would’ve fit the girl without looking lewd. Karen, on the other hand, was swallowed by Julie’s cheerleader sweats. Karen sat down on the couch now clean. She felt the need for caring human contact and through the fog that was her thinking she didn’t know why. Still she intuitively curled up into the supportive arms of Stacy. Missy had the same problems with memory and thought. She also assumed the same position on the other side of the couch in Luddy’s arms. Luddy was shocked that Missy would do so but he wouldn’t deny her the warmth of kind human contact. Though he wasn’t sure it was out of compassion or self-preservation as now three guys in the room could bench press two of him

Bryan knew he needed to clean up the last of the victims. He led a dazed Will up to the master bathroom and got the shower to the right temperature and flow. Stripping the boy naked wasn’t something he wanted to do but would if needed. He said, “Will it’s time for you to take off your clothes and get in the shower.” Will blankly looked at Bryan. His natural sunny disposition filled what his brain couldn’t and whimsically he tried unbuttoning his pants. There was no hope that Will would complete the request on his own. Feeling strange about it, Bryan undid the guy’s pants and pulled them and his soiled underwear to the ground. Bryan helped each foot get clear of the garments by guiding Will’s leg at his hair-covered calf. “Raise your arms so I can get your shirt off,” Bryan instructed the unthinking and uncoordinated cheerleader. Will raised his arms enough for Bryan’s working his shirt off.

Will was directed into the water stream where Bryan began washing his hair. Bryan kept telling himself this was no different than giving his cousin a bath. The boy in front of him was more of a child than Joshua. He kept reminding himself of this as he washed the human seed from Will’s lean body. After getting the skin of his back and chest clear of any vestiges of the ropes of cum splattered on Will, it was time for washing the boy’s privates. Unsure if he could do it or not, Bryan gritted his teeth and cleaned off the spittle from Will’s pole where a truly gay guy had obviously had his fun. Once the four-inch flaccid penis was clean, Bryan proceeded to the nectarine-sized hairy ball sack. He scrubbed it clean, leaving only the well-defined crack in the back to be swabbed. Reassuring himself he had no homosexual inklings, but he was only a compassionate human, he removed all the cum from between the naked boy’s firm buttocks.

Bryan had Will step out of the shower as he turned off the water. He dried the uncovered body with a body towel and helped him into the master bedroom. In Julie’s father’s dresser, he found a second set of sweats. covering Will in them. He led Will to the living room where the rest of the people were sitting quietly. Stacy stood up when Will walked into the room. Bryan directed the pliable guy to the place Stacy had occupied. Once seated, his teammate crawled into his arms like it was natural. Even in his state, he knew to wrap his arms tightly around the girl and pull her into him. Around the room, there were couples everywhere clinging to the person next to them for support at anchoring them to the world. Only Stew and Bryan were left alone as their girlfriends were snuggled together.

Susan was now thinking much straighter than before and wished it was Bryan’s arm’s she was curled up in. But how would it look to the others? Her snuggled into her brother’s arms like a lover would. Susan had allowed the night’s events to happen to her and Julie just to place blame somewhere else when her pregnancy was no longer hideable. It was Amanda that made it possible for her. Amanda looked over to Bryan, “Can you take my place. I think Stew could use a hug.” Stew looked at Bryan like you have to do it for her. “And I’m sure your sister would appreciate, you acting like a loving brother for a change.”

“Ok, I will” Bryan replied to Amanda thinking, “If you only knew how much I love her. How not showing it right now is killing me.” Doing a little lightening of the mood Bryan looked at Stew, “Next time big boy, I’ll give you the hug.” Stew chuckled and Bryan replaced Amanda on the love seat. Susan wanted to leap into her brother’s arms and tell him how sorry she was, but she knew better. She couldn’t begin acting normal until Julie did. That one thought brought back the flood of guilt at what she had let Julie endure for her benefit. And so she could fulfill her base sexual desires.

Vince and Stacy got up from the living room and turned off the light, so everyone could go to sleep. While up they gathered all the clothes in the bathrooms, put them in the washing machine, and ran it so that everyone would have clothes to go home in that were clean. Once that job was finished they returned to the living room with the others. There were sounds of light breathing permeating the room as most of the occupants slept. Susan couldn’t sleep. The events of the night raced through her head along with those of Bryan. It was like her guilt exuded from her as did her fear of her brother thinking she was a slut, even though he had no idea she had been sober as a preacher. He answered her unspoken fears. “No, I won’t think you’re a slut. You’re only doing what has to be done. It isn’t like you’re going to remember or enjoy it.” But she did remember it and she more than that. She enjoyed it. Actually, she loved it.

In the darkness of the room, the actions of the night along with Bryan’s admonishment played over and over, not letting her sleep. She’d let her best friend get gang-raped so she could appease her own lasciviousness. She began thinking she was no better than the guys who raped Julie. She had done the same thing. She just had a clit. She put it in her friend’s waiting mouth instead of a dick, and her tongue was her cock that impaled Julie’s twat. Both were done without Julie’s knowledge or consent. She finally broke down and silently sobbed into her brother’s chest when she realized she’d let herself become a rapist as well as a degenerate slut. She accepted that she could never tell anyone this and she’d bear the knowledge alone. She hated herself.

The people who hadn’t had sex thrust upon them for hours, the previous night, were the first to wake. Bryan, Steve, and Luddy all looked down at the women sleeping on them. All but Luddy wanted to kiss their charge awake. Luddy wasn’t sure how he actually felt about Missy, they were close friends but he wouldn’t considered dating her. It wasn’t that he found her ugly just no spark was felt between them.

Vince had gotten up earlier with Stacy. They had rummaged around the unfamiliar kitchen preparing the sleeping people something to eat. Vince wasn’t sure the morning effects of whatever the victims had taken were the same as drinking too much. If they were, he always liked something in his stomach for puking up later. Stew and Amanda had also risen helping out their friends. They had found some eggs and bacon, along with the box of pancake mix. The four were happily making the meal when the first shriek occurred. It was Karen who shrieked, “What the fuck is going on here? Where are my clothes? Where am I?”

Stew ran into the room hoping to quiet the girl so the others would remain asleep. The large hunk running at her didn’t erode her fear. She held up her arms straight in front of her keeping the guy she recognized from school at a distance. “What am I doing in your house?” she said nervously, noticing all the other people in the room. Her eyes came to fall on Will, “And why was I sleeping curled up on Will?”

“I give you this, you’re full of questions, first thing this morning.” Stew said quietly. “If you come to the kitchen, I’ll try answering them all.”

She wasn’t sure why but something within her said to trust the big guy. “Ok, something does smell good. You have some aspirin, my whole body aches.” Her eyes flew open wide when she realized her pussy was the biggest part of her body aching.” She began shaking uncontrollably from just the possibility. From her mouth came a whimper, “No god, no. I’m a virgin. It couldn’t happen. No ... I’m a virgin.” She fell to her knees as her body was suddenly racked with misery. “Tell me it didn’t happen.” She begged Stew as streams of tears began down her face. “Please tell me it’s all a mistake. I’m going to wake up at home.”

Stew reached down and picked the girl up in his arms. She buried her face into this all but a stranger’s shoulder and wept. “It’s ok, go ahead and cry.” He wasn’t going to say you’re going to be ok since he didn’t know and really doubted she would be for some time. “When you’re ready we’ll get some food in you.” He carried her to the kitchen. He sat in one of the table chairs and held her as the sobs continued. Amanda saw the acts of kindness and decided she was dating Superman, there was nothing he couldn’t do.

The others roused from slumber by Karen’s question. It took them all a while to fully awake. Will was the next questioning what was going on, “Why am I here? Where is here?” he initially questioned not getting up or asking anyone in particular. His gaze came across Stacy. He looked straight at her and asked, “I know you don’t I? Where am I?”

Stacy hoping to let the other wake slowly without being subjected to listening to her answer ten thousand questions said softly. “Yes, you know me, I’m Stacy. And you’re in Julie’s house.” She pointed at the blonde still groggy on the other side of the room. “Before you ask, come with me and let the others wake up and I’ll try explaining.” He flexed his ass muscles getting up from the coach. A searing pain projected itself through him from his asshole. Once the pain had started it didn’t subside. The throbbing of his ass ebbed and flowed with each step as he followed the nice girl to the kitchen. Inside the doorway of the kitchen, he saw what looked to be Karen, wailing on a really big guy. His brain strained for the name of the hulk in the chair when it came to him, it was the football player Stew. He wondered why Karen would be in his lap crying. She didn’t even really know him, and he was going out with a girl, guys with no will to live called a slut. He looked across the kitchen and there she was, not looking like a slut at all just a cute redhead with bed head.

Will sat on the chair next to Stew and his friend. His ass had a biting pain shoot straight up his spine when he rested his full weight on the hard-bottomed chair. His head hurt and he needed to drink something. “Can I have the OJ?” He pointed at the glass on the table in front of him.

“Sure,” Stacy said. “Would you like something to eat?”