Chapter 8

They helped me up and used a couple of small towels to wipe me off with. When I wasn't dripping anymore, Susan grabbed my clothes and they led me inside to the suite they shared off of the kitchen.

It would have been a nice sized apartment. They each had their own bedroom. There was a small but comfortable sitting room and a surprisingly large bathroom. I looked around as they led me to the bathroom. When I commented on how nice it was I wasn't thinking about the price they had to pay. I immediately blushed and apologized.

Marie smiled and said, "It isn't your fault. And you're right, it would be nice to have a place like this in town. Of course we don't want to be here and there are far too many nights that we don't get to sleep alone."

She saw my confused expression and explained, "The judge lets his friends stay over a lot."

I whispered, "I'm sorry. I guess I never was very bright. Look how I ended up!"

Marie hugged me and said, "Don't let it get you down. We have gotten used to it. We just try not to think about it and concentrate on how many days we have left."

She turned the water on in the shower and while it got steamy she handed me a spare toothbrush and some toothpaste. Before I started brushing my teeth I asked, "Do you mind if I ask a personal question that is none of my business?"

Susan smiled and said, "How did we end up here?"

I nodded.

She explained, "They were going to take my daughter away from me because of a lawsuit my ex-husband filed. The judge took me into his chambers and told me that there was one way to keep my daughter. He and his bailiff and my husband's attorney all took turns raping me for the next hour or so. Then he informed me of the terms of the deal I had agreed to. My little girl went to live with my mother and I came here. Every time I started to object to something they were doing to me the judge would mention how much he liked young girls. That was made obvious by the girl that was here before you. She was much younger than you."

When Susan finished her explanation Marie said, "I was arrested at a party with some girlfriends. We didn't know it at the time, but the house belonged to a major drug dealer. They raided the place and arrested everyone. I don't do drugs and I didn't have any in my system. Because I tested drug free and had just turned eighteen they decided to try me as a juvenile. That was how I met Judge Porter. He promised that if I served my sentence here my record would be totally erased. Not sealed. It would be like it never existed. I have wanted to be a doctor since I was seven. I cannot have a felony conviction on my record."

"So, for four months I am a live-in maid and sex slave. When he told me what I would have to do it was horrible. But I figured I would do what I had to do. I don't know if I would have made that same decision if I knew the things they would make me do. If all I had to do was just let that asshole fuck me every now and then I could probably deal with it. It's all those other things we do that make me wonder if I will be sane when I leave here. If it wasn't for Susan I know I wouldn't."

Susan smiled and said, "We try to be there for each other. We couldn't survive here without each other. And we are here for you, too. We can't save you from those assholes. But we can comfort you later. I wish we could do more. But obviously if we can't get ourselves out of this mess there isn't much we can do for you."

They both undressed then and the three of us took a long hot shower together. There was a lot of hugging and crying and it turned out to be pretty good therapy. I think that all three of us felt better when we finally turned the water off and dried ourselves.

We dressed and went to the kitchen. It was time for them to help with dinner. Marie called Mrs. Porter on the intercom and asked what I should do. I almost cried for joy when Mrs. Porter said that I should help with dinner. Apparently the judge and his wife had both been sated while watching me submit to being gang raped by the boys and Tyler.

I was probably more a hindrance than a help. Susan showed me how to set the table and I tossed a salad. The rest of the time I stood around and stayed out of the way.

I was allowed to eat in the kitchen with Susan and Marie. Tyler and Aaron joined us. It was obvious how the women felt about them. Aaron told me that Tyler had filled him in on the sex show he had missed. He asked me how I liked having someone piss in my cunt.

I was just about to give him a dirty look when Susan kicked me under the table and shot me a look that caused me to rethink my answer. Instead of the smart ass answer I had in mind I simply said, "I didn't care for it."

He chuckled and said, "Maybe you'll like it more when it's my turn. What Tyler did sounded like fun. But I much prefer my way. I love pissing down a little girl's throat, the younger the better. I keep hoping that Susan will lose her temper and I get to piss down her little girl's throat. I saw your sister's picture. She's a little old. But she'd be fun, too. Tell her about it Susan. Tell her what it's like when I piss down your throat."

Susan looked like she was going to be sick. I looked him right in the eye and said, "She already told me. It sounds horrible and I don't understand why you would want to something like that."

Susan looked at me gratefully. She was happy that I had distracted him. She didn't want to talk about that. But she was warning me, too. I could see it in her face that I had to be careful not to go too far. I wasn't too worried, though. No matter how nice I tried to be to this beast, he was still going to end up pissing down my throat.

Aaron grinned and replied, "I like it because you cunts hate it so much. That makes my dick hard."

I asked as innocently as possible, "Why do you hate women so much?"

His face got red and I was afraid I had gone too far. But he just said, "Because you are all a bunch of man hating cunts and you have it coming!"

I wanted to say that if he treated women better, like for instance as if they were human beings, maybe they wouldn't hate him so much. But he was on the edge now and I was afraid to push him any farther.

He finished his meal and left with Tyler. As soon as he was out of the room Susan said, "You need to be more careful. I thought you had gone too far for a moment."

I sighed and responded, "Or what! He'll piss down my throat? What have I got to lose? He's has already said that he is going to do that anyway."

Marie laughed quietly and said, "You're awfully spunky for a sixteen year old that has been raped all day."

I shivered at being reminded. But I smiled back and replied, "I guess a girl can get used to just about anything."

The cook left as soon as dinner was over. She did her job quietly and totally ignored the three of us. I helped Susan and Marie clean up the kitchen and the dining room. I was just about finished washing the pots in the sink when Mrs. Porter came in and said, "The judge and I are going out tonight. I'm going to have Aaron take you home early. You will be off tomorrow. You'll be picked up at the normal time on Monday."

She turned and left and I felt excited all out of proportion to being allowed to go home a couple of hours early. But then I looked at Susan and Marie and I felt bad.

I asked, "What about you? Do you get days off? Do you get to leave here?"

Susan answered, "I get Sundays off to spend with my daughter. Marie usually gets Wednesdays off. We can leave for the day. But we have to be back by ten o'clock. And of course we can't get in the damned car with that fucking chauffer without having to suck his cock. I suppose you have to pay for your rides, too."

I nodded. Then I said, "That son of a bitch must get more head than anyone else in the country!"

Marie chuckled and said, "I'm always just glad that he can't piss in the car."

And then the bastard was there to take me home. Before I left, Susan gave me the thigh highs I wore yesterday. She had washed them. But seeing them reminded me of all the pain I suffered yesterday.

I kissed both women and thanked them for being so nice. Then I followed the chauffeur out to the car. He pulled his cock out of his pants before he even got behind the wheel. I sucked his cock all the way back to my house. This time I managed to get him to cum before we got to my house. I guess he was horny after listening to Tyler tell him what he had done to me.

He tossed me another mint and snapped, "Get out, cunt!"

I got out. But before I could close the door he said, "That smart mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days."

I heard the front door open and turned to see Laura. She was excited because I was home early. I turned back to close the door and saw the look on Aaron's face when he looked at my sister. It was a reminder that I would have to take his advice to heart. It meant everything to me that Laura would never have to go through this.

I closed the door and turned my back on the look of lust on his face as he looked at my little sister. I don't think I took a full breath until I heard the car backing out of the driveway.

It was a little after six o'clock. I was only getting home a little less than two hours early. But Laura seemed so happy to see me you would think that I had been gone for a month.

She met me half way to the door and quietly asked, "Was it an easier day? You don't look like you are in as much pain."

I still felt very uncomfortable discussing the things I did with Laura. I just nodded.

She asked me if I had supper and I said yes. Then she stopped before we got to the door and said, "A boy called a little while ago. He said his name was Chris. He said that it was important that you call him."

We went inside. My parents were already watching television. I stepped into the living room and waved to them. They were in the middle of a commercial so mom had time to ask, "Is everything okay?"

I nodded and then their show started. That was the end of the conversation.

I went upstairs with Laura following closely behind. I started for my room but then I remembered that I wanted to get the taste of Aaron's cum out of my mouth and told Laura I'd be right back.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I was undressing as I walked back to my room. I finished in my room and put on a t-shirt and clean underwear. Laura handed me the note with Chris' phone number on it.

I didn't know anyone named Chris. I asked, "Did he give you any idea what this was about?"

She shook her head.

I almost didn't call. But on the off chance that it was something important I returned his call. I recognized his voice as soon as he said hello. It was one of the boys that were on the landscaping crew. He was one of the six boys that had raped me today, the youngest boy. He was only a year ahead of me in school.

When I realized who it was I almost hung up without speaking. But somehow he knew it was me. He quickly said, "Please! Don't hang up! Please, Lindsey! It's important. I need to talk to you."

I didn't hang up. But I didn't say anything for a long time either. The possibilities were rushing through my brain. I figured it most likely that he wanted to screw me again. He didn't want to wait until the next time the Porters turned me over to the boys to play with.

He spoke urgently again. "Please, just give me two minutes. We can talk on the sidewalk in front of your house. You will be perfectly safe. Just two minutes, that's all I need."

I really had no desire to see him. But something about the urgent note in his voice made up my mind for me.

I finally spoke. In a calm, quiet voice I said, "Okay, Chris. Two minutes. When?"

He said, "I can be there in five minutes. I just live a couple of blocks from you."

I sighed, thinking that this was a big mistake. But I said, "Okay. I'll meet you out in front of my house."

We hung up and I put on a pair of shorts and my sandals. I told Laura, "I'll be right back. This guy says he has something important to say to me."

I turned away but before I got out of the room she asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

I actually thought that might be a good idea. But then I decided that the odds were he would say something nasty that I didn't want her to hear. He was probably going to try to blackmail me for sex. But for some reason I was going to give him a chance to speak his piece.

I went out front and sat on my steps until I saw him walking down the street. I met him at the end of our sidewalk. When he got close enough I could see that he was nervous and embarrassed.

He saw the look on my face. That, "You have a lot of balls!" look. He stopped in front of me and when I looked at him closely I was surprised. It looked like he had been crying!

He cleared his throat and in a soft, quiet voice he said, "I'm sorry to bother you. It is just very important that you know that I didn't ... do anything. I didn't do anything to you today. I didn't rape you. I wouldn't ... I couldn't do that to a girl. I was there. I wanted to say something. I wanted to stop them. But you know those people. We can't fight them. It is just very important that you understand that I didn't touch you."

I would normally have been very skeptical. But I saw the pain in his eyes and I knew he was telling the truth. I smiled and I don't even know why but suddenly I was crying!

I reached out my hand and said, "Thank you, Chris. That actually means a lot to me. It is nice to know that everyone out there isn't an animal. Thank you for being so nice."

He sighed deeply, obviously relieved that I believed him and wasn't mad. I invited him to talk for a few minutes and we sat on the low brick wall around my neighbor's front yard.

For a long time no one spoke. Finally I asked him how he ended up working out there.

He looked embarrassed all over again. But he answered, "I got in a fight at school. It wasn't my fault. But I guess if Judge Porter needs someone to cut his grass it doesn't matter whose fault it is."

There was another moment of silence before he said, "I've seen you around school and down at the park. I always thought you were pretty. But it seemed like every time I saw you, you were hanging around with that creep, Don and I couldn't talk to you."

He realized what he said and exclaimed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called your boyfriend a creep."

I laughed and said, "He is a creep. And he isn't my boyfriend. Not anymore."

Chris said, "Listen, I know you are going through hell right now. And I know that you have no reason to trust me. But I have wanted to ask you out for a long time. Do you think you could go out with me some time?"