Heather didn't resist as Ray put her in a box with the other girls. Instead, she just cried her little eyes out. I figured there wasn't much Ray could do to hurt her more than Victor had just done.
However, there was nothing I could do to help her. I was Victor's tonight, much as the man disgusted me. I think I hated him more than any of the others, even Ray, because what he did was raping of the mind. He used Heather, then threw her away, with absolutely no care whatsoever for her feelings. And why should he care? He'd gotten what he wanted, hadn't he? A willing, eager toy. There were always more where she came from!
Victor gathered up his catch, the ten of us he'd won, which included myself, Lori, Amber, and Shelly, plus all four of Lester's lesbians. The other two were Tracy Fields, a thin but buxom woman in a cheerleader outfit, and a girl I didn't know anything about. Her name was Gwendolyn Harrison, if I remembered right, and she was glancing around nervously. I vaguely remembered someone telling me she rarely if ever spoke.
Victor took us all into a bedroom, and as we went, Lori said, "I hope you're ready for this."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, you mean Victor? I'm sorry, I was too busy thinking about poor Heather."
Lori shuddered. "That's because Victor hadn't had his way with you yet," she told me. "I have, and I know what he's going to do."
I gulped, remembering her story, and the shock of what was to come finally impacted on me. I'd managed to put it out of my mind by feeling sorry for Heather, as I'd said, but now I snapped myself back into focus. The fear that I'd so long suppressed began to claim me, and I shuddered in the bottom of the box, wishing I could be anywhere else but here.
Victor carried us into a bedroom, shut the door behind him, and dimmed the lights slightly. After setting our box on a table, he pulled up a large, comfortable-looking chair, took off his shirt and pants, and sat down with a smile of anticipation on his face. "Ah, Ashley," he said, looking into the box at my cowering form. "I've been looking forward to seeing you." He laughed uproariously, but it only annoyed me.
"You bastard," I muttered, but immediately regretted saying anything at all. Damn it, why can't I keep my big mouth shut?
"Oh, bastard, is it?" he asked with a sharp laugh. "What, did I mistreat your little friend? What are you gonna do about it, hmm?" He reached out and grabbed me between two fingers, squeezing me so that I screamed in pain. "Ray's not the only one around here who knows how to hurt people, you know. At your size, you'd be advised to show some respect!"
I didn't say anything, but stared at him with a look of pure hatred. He responded by laughing evilly, placing me in his palm, and starting to fondle me.
This morning when I got up I had figured for a day of heavy working, so I'd picked the most protective thing I could find, a tight-fitting catsuit and some tall riding boots. It took about twenty seconds for those immense, cruel fingers to rip the entire ensemble off my body.
The boots came first. He held me down with the fingers on his left hand while yanking them off swiftly, one after the other. Then, while I struggled uselessly, he pulled down the zipper on the front of the outfit and peeled the whole thing off my shoulders, one side after the other. Then he tore off my underwear as if they hadn't even been there at all.
He didn't say anything else after that. He just stared at my tiny, quivering body, petting and stroking me with his free hand. I screamed, I cried, I wailed in pain, but nothing made him stop. A couple of times he released me enough that I could try to run and jump away, but he caught me and put me back in his palm, grinning as if that had all been part of the plan.
Finally, he tired of just fooling around and got down to business, moving his index finger down between my legs. I tried to squirm away, shouting curses at him, but this only encouraged him more. With his thumb and middle finger he spread my legs open and began to massage my crotch in little circles, licking his lips as he did so.
What the others had told me turned out to be true--I couldn't resist that gigantic touch. While his other fingers pinned me down, he began to stroke me more rapidly, and my body betrayed my mind. I hated him with every fiber of my being, but I could not stop my flesh from responding to his vile caress.
He enjoyed every moment of the rape he performed on me. When he finally brought me to pleasure, he wasn't satisfied, though. He just kept right on going, and I cursed him even as my body arched in his grasp. I think I used words and phrases that day that I didn't even know I knew, but he kept right on going. My resistance only egged him on, but I simply refused to just sit there and take it. I refused to surrender.
Eventually he shifted me around so he was holding me with only one hand and his thumb was doing all the work. That left his other hand free to move down under the table. At about the time he brought me to another orgasm, he responded in kind, and that accursed thumb never stopped moving throughout the conclusion of our little drama.
When this merciless torture was finally over, he released his grip on me and let me sag in his hand, gasping. "Was it good for you?" he laughed heartlessly, dropping me roughly back in the box.
"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath, wiping the tears off my face.
He reached down and flicked me with his index finger, knocking me back up against the wall and bowling over a couple of the other girls. I yelped in agony, crumpling to the ground with spikes of pain racing through my naked body. "That's for not coming when I called you today," he growled at me. "Now learn your place, you teeny little whore, or I'll show you what true humiliation is next time!"
With that he stood up, gathered up his clothes, and stormed out, leaving us forgotten in his box. Lori came over and handed me my clothes, which she must have retrieved while Victor was busy raping me. I pulled them on quickly, not looking up, ashamed to be seen after what he'd done to me.
However, no one had left the box. The other nine girls came over and one by one gave me a reassuring hug. It was the most supportive thing I'd ever seen. None of them said a word, and didn't have to. Even the women I thought would want to stay here--the ones who normally belonged to Lester--were sincere about the gesture. If I'd been more cynical, I'd have thought they were just glad it hadn't been them up there in Victor's grip, but I just knew that wasn't the case at all. They were all genuinely sorry about what had happened and wanted me to know they cared.
As I just slumped there in the bottom of the box, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment, the others gradually climbed sadly out and left until it was just me and Lori there. We shared a long hug and a good cry. "Y-you were right," I said afterwards. "T-that was awful. Now I think I know what all those rape victims I talked to back on the force really went through."
"This was worse," Lori assured me. "Worse because you had absolutely no chance to escape, no way to resist. That's what makes this so horrible."
"I-I know," I replied, sniffling. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here. At least, if everything goes right, we only have to do this one more time."
We got out of the box and climbed down off the table, trying to ignore the pungent smell of what Victor had left behind. He didn't even bother to clean up after himself, I thought--another insight into his stellar personality.
We hurried out of the room and back towards our quarters, where I honestly intended to just curl up under the sheets and cry myself to sleep. I wanted to dream of Mark coming to my rescue, and giving Victor the severe beating he deserved. I didn't get that chance, though. It wasn't long before someone showed up to remind me I hadn't had the worst evening tonight.
It was Heather. She was sobbing uncontrollably and barely able to walk, but she made it to my bunk, wailing. "Oh, Ashley, you w-were r-right!" she cried. "I s-should've l-listened! I'm so, so sorry!"
I didn't reply. I was too busy staring at her in horror. Her entire body was covered in blood!