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Chapter 37 Mistress Scylla
“Mariposa’s, New England’s premier club for women who love women and only women, presents Mistress Scylla in her interpretation of Virgin Blood,” announced the DJ.
“I’ve heard of Mistress Scylla. She’s a performance artist,” said Portia looking eagerly toward the small stage where a bright spotlight illuminated a closed curtain.
Part of the crowd had gathered in front of the stage when the curtain opened to reveal a truly bizarre sight.
A stunningly beautiful young girl was suspended two feet above the stage floor leaning forward at an angle. Her position reminded Stacy of a bowsprit on an old sailing ship. Long golden blonde hair cascaded in ringlets down to the top of her small breasts. Her skin was white as alabaster and she was completely nude except for the white nylon bands holding her in place. Her nipples had been darkened to appear as two-quarter size dots. Her sex was clean-shaven. Pedestals supported her feet causing her legs to separate in a wide V. Only the nylon bands kept her from falling forward. A collective ah arose from the crowd.
“She’s an angel,” said Natasha referring to the large outstretched white wings that seemed to sprout from the girl’s back.
“She looks like an angel, too. She seems very young,” said Portia.
“She also looks drugged,” said Stacy noting the vacuous stare and fully dilated pupils.
“Given what I’ve heard about Mistress Scylla’s performance art, it’s better for her she is,” said Portia.
“Why,” asked Esther?
“I suspect our angel is going to experience some very serious pain,” said Portia.
“You can see this sort of thing in Prague any day. A mistress whips a young girl while the women in the audience rip off their clothes and have sex with one another,” said Esther. “Often it’s a tourist they kidnap off the street.”
“Great way to spend your European vacation,” said Stacy. “Still, she looks so angelic and sweet.”
“She won’t look the same a half hour from now,” said Esther.
“Virgin Blood, probably a misnomer, I doubt she’s a virgin,” said Stacy.
“She might belong to one of those abstinence groups on campus. Virgins are an endangered but not extinct species,” said Portia.
“How would one of them wind up here,” asked Stacy?
“Perhaps, not by choice. Look. There’s Scylla,” said Portia. “I’ve never seen her in person but I’ve been to her WEB site. Not exactly, the all American girl type.”
Applause erupted as an exotic looking fortyish female dressed in an extremely tight fitting scarlet red business suit arrived on stage. Her hair was pulled back in a bun tied with a matching scarlet ribbon. The tight skirt was long but slit high on both sides.
Mistress Scylla could use a nose job thought Stacy noting the large and hooked proboscis dominating the woman’s severe face.
Walking behind Mistress Scylla was a younger woman carrying an armful of long stem roses. She was dressed in a tailored suit that matched her Mistress’s. Mistress Scylla bowed acknowledging the crowd’s prolonged applause.
“What’s that between the angel’s legs,” whispered Stacy to Portia?
“God damn, this is really over the top,” said Portia recognizing the odd looking apparatus positioned between the angel’s legs. It’s construction of clear Plexiglas made it difficult to see.
“What is it,” asked Natasha her excitement growing. “The top part is in her vagina.”
“It’s called a Cherry Popper, or a Cherry Smasher. In the Texas border towns, they’re called Pussy Augers. You can buy one on the Internet but they’re illegal in most states,” said Portia using a pair of recently purchased Zweiss opera glasses to look at the stage. She found them during her last visit to the Goodwill store. It was her answer to having to compete with Stacy’s remarkable eyesight. Stacy could see far better than a person with normal vision.
“Holy shit, it’ll rip her apart,” said Stacy. “The dildo is covered with spines.”
“They must be latex. They’ll hurt like hell and scrape her raw but they won’t kill her. I don’t think even Mistress Scylla can get away with murder in front of a crowd,” said Portia.
“The Nazis used dildos like that on Russian girls during the war. The Germans captured my Grandmother during the siege of Leningrad. She said they stuck horrible sharp things in her vagina to make it bleed before they raped her,” said Natasha. “Simple rape was not good enough for the Wermacht. Their victims had to be in agony.”
On stage, Mistress Scylla had donned a pair of scarlet leather gloves and taken a bundle of roses from her assistant. The roses were taped together at the base in groups of four or five. The Angel watched uncomprehending as Mistress Scylla took a position slightly to her side then brought her arm back. She hesitated a moment before bringing her arm and the roses forward in an arc pivoting on her front foot to bring the weight of her upper body behind the blow.
The sound of the rose stems impacting on bare flesh filled the club. A shower of rose pedals flew in the air before fluttering to the stage floor. The angel opened her mouth and a loud scream of agony filled the club. Instantly, drops of blood appeared on the angel’s breasts where the thorns had punctured her soft flesh.
“Jesus, that must have hurt,” said Portia watching the Angel writhe in agony.
Without thinking, Stacy rose slightly to raise her skirt up to her waist. Her fingers found her sex and she began to masturbate. Around her, others licked their fingers and applied them to their sex driven by the erotic impact of Mistress Scylla’s performance art.
“Masturbating during her performances is considered cool,” said Portia. Her skirt was already at her waist as she removed a squeeze bottle of warming jelly from her purse. She covered her fingers in the oily substance then handed the bottle to Stacy.
“Everyone is getting off,” said Stacy squirting the viscous liquid on her fingers before applying it to her sex.
“Me too,” said Esther taking the bottle from Stacy.
“Scoot close together. Then we can touch each other,” said Natasha her bare hips pressing against Portia and Stacy.
On stage the shower of rose petals punctuated by loud screams continued as the girl strained against her bonds causing the enormous white wings to shake violently.
“This is so fucking hot,” said Stacy squeezing her exposed nipples with her fingers as she energetically massaged her clit with her other hand.
It was an amazingly brutal work of performance art whose violence was accentuated by the Angel’s high-pitched screams that seemed to be wrenched from the very soul of the young girl. Mistress Scylla’s face became covered with tiny drops of blood. And members of the audience at the edge of the stage stuck their tongues out to participate in the blood feast.
This is fucking incredible thought Stacy looking around the club where hundreds of females were intently watching the stage as they masturbated. The bartenders had ceased making drinks. Many of the patrons had inserted longneck beer bottles in their vaginas when Mistress Scylla appeared. With eyes laser focused on the stage, they were fucking themselves with the bottles as their forked fingers stroked their clitoris.
“It’s considered cool to orgasm at the finale,” said Esther.
The finale came soon enough. The Angel’s chest was covered in blood. Gravity had drawn the crimson liquid in streams down to her pubic region. Stacy was forced to admit there was a certain artistic quality to the bloody angel. Her screams had grown hoarse and weak by the time the assistant handed Mistress Scylla the last of the roses.
Once those were used up, Mistress Scylla stepped aside to present her result. The Angel’s head was leaning forward in a faint. Applause was light.
“You can’t clap and masturbate at the same time,” observed Portia.
The DJ queued a drum roll as Mistress Scylla took a position with her hand poised over the red button on the side of the Texas Auger. When the music ceased, she pressed the button. There was an immediate hum as the spine-covered dildo began to spin then move slowly upward.
“It spins,” said Stacy feeling incredibly excited at the performance. She accepted the onset of the orgasm she had been putting off for the last few minutes.
“What a way to lose your cherry,” said Portia focusing her energy on controlling her orgasm. She wanted it to last until the performance was done.
Instantly, the Angel came awake with a start as the dildo penetrated her opening. Her pain and suffering showed on her tear stained face as the tough spines reached her hymen and shredded it. Her body trembled violently as the sharp spines bit into the lining of her vagina.
Stacy focused her eyes on the dildo as it entered the Angel. Blood splattered the top of the machine.
“Fuck her to death,” screamed one of the onlookers as the dildo moved upward to reach the Angel’s cervix.
“Make her ovaries drop out her cunt,” cried an even more bloodthirsty patron.
Slowly the blood smeared dildo descended. Once, free of the Angel’s flesh, Mistress Scylla pushed a switch reversing the direction of the spin.
Once again, the dildo rose and entered the Angel bringing about another burst of loud cries of agony that carried throughout the club.
Around Stacy, women writhed in orgasm. The machine halted after the second penetration. The Angel had fainted. Mistress Scylla removed a small catch glass from the base of the Texas Pussy Auger. It contained the Angel’s blood drawn by gravity into a crystal goblet.
“The blood of virgins is said to have restorative powers,” said Natasha watching intently as Mistress Scylla raised the glass to her lips and drank.
Immediately the curtain closed leaving Mistress Scylla alone on the stage. The patrons stood up and clapped wildly. Mistress Scylla smiled through blood stained teeth at her audience.
The DJ inserted a CD and selected a cut containing the hottest dance tune making the club circuit at the time. But few women took to the dance floor as the crowd incredibly turned on by the performance reached for the nearest warm body. Stacy found herself in a pile of near naked females having sex with whomever she encountered.
***
It was three AM when a totally fucked out Stacy and the others left the club for the short walk back to the parking garage. Dancing and uninhibited sex had counteracted the alcohol and drugs. Stacy and Esther were holding hands as they walked. The street was empty. They were passing the alley that ran alongside the club when Stacy heard the almost inaudible sound of a girl softly sobbing and the voices of several men.
Stacy signaled the others to be silent as she listened.
“This is our lucky day, Ray,” said a male voice. “She ain’t a bad piece. Maybe we should take her back to our place and keep her for a few days.”
“Shit, nothing in her purse but a couple of twenties,” said a different male voice.
“Please take it and leave me alone,” said the girl her voice betraying her fear and misery.
“We’re not finished with you. We’ve only fucked you once,” said a third male voice. “We always do little bitches like you twice, maybe three times if you’re lucky.”
“She’s a pretty thing, Stan, even if she’s a little bloody,” said Ray. “Somebody must have been working on her tits with an ice pick.”
“Bloody or not, I’m going to drop another load in her twat,” said Stan.
“No,” screamed the girl in a voice Stacy recognized. The distinct sounds of brutal rape followed immediately.
“I’m going to help her,” said Stacy reaching into her purse for a can of pepper spray and a small flashlight. She walked quickly into the dark alley.
“Got your back,” said Portia following with her flashlight and a metal baton that doubled in length when she pressed a button on the side.
“What the hell,” said Natasha pushing Esther ahead of her as they followed the other two.
The scene greeting Stacy was what she expected. The Angel was lying on top of a pile of green garbage bags behind the rear entrance to Mariposa’s. Her skirt was gathered at her waist. They’d pushed her sweater and bra up to expose her badly punctured breasts. Her lace panty was lying in the curb’s trickle of filthy water. A man was on top of her cradling her legs. His pants were down at his ankles.
“She’s still tight as a tick,” said the man as he brutally pounded his cock into her vagina.
The Angel was loudly sobbing in pain and humiliation as the man thrust in her. Two other men were watching their friend enjoy himself. Both were stroking their exposed cock eager to take their turn raping the Angel.
“Leave her alone, you bastards,” said Stacy in her most commanding voice.
“Hey, look what we have here. Come to join the party,” said Ray once he got over the shock of being confronted by four very attractive females. “What do you think, Earl? I fancy the blonde with the big titties.”
“Get the fuck out of here, creeps, and we won’t hurt you,” said Natasha.
“Where you from, slut, not from around here,” said Earl advancing in Natasha’s direction.
Stacy raised the can of pepper spray and pressed the button filling Earl’s eyes with the caustic substance. He immediately fell to the ground screaming and rubbing his eyes.
“Fix you, bitch,” said Ray quickly stepping toward Stacy his hands up to block the spray. That gave Portia an opening for a blow to the midsection with her baton. Ray fell to his knees desperately trying to deal with the pain he felt in his ribs.
Portia’s second blow to the back of Ray’s neck sent him semi-conscious to the dirty pavement. Stan had reluctantly ceased his rape of the Angel to help his friends. But as he got to his feet, Natasha stepped forward to land her fist on the point of his chin. Esther joined her co-worker landing a hard right to the jaw followed by a combination to his rib cage. A helpless Stan staged back against the wall unable to block a series of powerful punches coming from two directions.
“Don’t kill him,” said Stacy watching the pair pummel Stan unmercifully. She was amazed at the force of their blows. They were almost lifting him off the ground.
“We won’t,” said Esther halting as Stan slumped to his knees then toppled forward face forward onto the pavement. His forehead made a sickening thud as it landed.
“Can you walk?” asked Portia kneeling beside Angel.
“I think so,” said Angel extending her arm allowing Portia to help raise her to standing.
“Let’s go,” said Stacy pulling the Angel’s sweater down over her breasts.
“Not quite, these three need to pay for what’s they did to her,” said Esther placing the toe of her shoe on one of Stan’s testicles and pressing down with all her weight. A loud scream filled the night.
“Rape is not nice,” said Natasha slowly grinding Ray’s testicles into the dirty pavement with the pointed toe of her strap scandals. Ray opened his mouth to scream them fainted. “If we were in Russia, I would cut them off and make him eat them.”
“Your turn,” said Esther kicking Earl in the ribs causing him to roll over. Esther reached down and grabbed his sizeable manhood in one hand pulling it straight up with all her strength.
“Don’t hurt me,” begged Earl. “We were just having some fun with her.”
“That’s exactly what we are having with you,” said Esther placing the tip of her spiked heel against Earl’s ball then pressing down. The strength of Earl’s scream caused Stacy to worry they would soon be drawing a crowd.
“Let’s go before the police arrive,” said Stacy taking Angel by her other hand and starting back toward the entrance to the alley.
“Just one more,” said Natasha stepping to between Earl’s outstretched legs. Taking aim, she slammed her spiked heel through his other testicle. Earl had mercifully fainted and only a loud groan escaped his lips.
“Are all Israeli women trained to fight,” asked Stacy as they entered the parking garage?
“Three years in the army, I was a martial arts instructor,” said Natasha.
“Military service is required regardless of sex. Only religious students are exempted,” said Esther. “Women are taught martial arts and self defense. You can’t rape an Israeli female unless you have a gun.”
“What are we going to do with her,” asked Natasha referring to the Angel. They had made it to Stacy’s car. Natasha and Portia were in the back seat holding the girl.
“Take her back to our place and check her over. If she’s badly hurt, take her to the ER. If she’s not, we have a doctor friend who will examine her,” said Portia.
“You slut, any excuse to give Doctor Myers a piece of tail,” said Stacy smiling to herself in the dark car.
***
“I really appreciate what you did. They might have killed me if you hadn’t come along,” said Catherine AKA Angel taking a sip of Chai tea. The painkillers Doctor Myers had given her had taken effect and she was anxious to describe what happened.
“We’re glad we could help. But I just wish we got there sooner before they raped you the first time,” said Stacy.
“Tell us everything, Catherine. I’ll take notes. Start from the beginning,” said Portia opening a document file on her notebook’s word processor. It was late Monday afternoon. She, along with Stacy and the Angel were seated in the living room enjoying a cup of tea. Esther and Natasha had left shortly before to get ready for an evening flight to Tel Aviv. The foursome had agreed to get together soon.
Doctor Myers had examined the Angel and declared her bruised and abraded but basically sound. His tight schedule had precluded immediate payment but he had promised to bring a friend the following Thursday when he had a rare afternoon off.
“Bring two friends and we’ll do a group thing,” said Stacy as she showed Doctor Myers to the door. “Portia and I’ll make a point of being super horny.”
“Will do,” said Doctor Myers. “There’s a new intern whose endowment is reputed to be spectacular by several of the nurses and all of the candy strippers.”
“Sounds exciting,” said Stacy rubbing the impressive bulge in the Doctor’s scrubs before she closed the door.
“I’m a freshman at Boston College majoring in finance. My name is Catherine Doucette. I’m from Baltimore,” said Catherine halting to take another sip of her tea.
“Forgive me for asking, but are or were you a virgin,” asked Portia?
“Yes, I was until last night when those three men raped me in the alley. I was virgo intactus and had a sturdy hymen to prove it. I come from a very religious Catholic family. My brother is a priest. My oldest sister is a nun at a convent in St. Louis. My parents were very strict and I was not allowed to date.”
“You seem to have come through what must have been a nightmare experience without being traumatized to the degree one would have thought,” said Stacy surprised Catherine was not totally freaked out by what had happened.
“I have almost no recollection of what happened. Maybe I’ll freak out when things start to come back to me if they ever do.”
“You were drugged. I was also the victim of an extended rape while under the influence of a powerful cocktail of narcotics intended to block my recall. My memories are like still photos,” said Stacy.
“Thank God I won’t get pregnant. It was thoughtful of Doctor Myers to give me the Plan B drug. My parents would die if they knew I took Plan B. My mom is very opposed to abortion in all forms.”
“The last thing you need is to have one of those goon’s babies,” said Portia. “They didn’t look or act that smart.”
“I know but my dad and mom are both active in the anti-abortion movement. Do I owe you anything for Doctor Myers’s visit or the drugs? He also gave me a shot, some pain pills, and ointment for the cuts on my breasts. The stuff he put inside my vagina is helping a lot.”
“It’s all taken care of,” said Stacy. “We have a mutual arrangement with the good doctor, sex for medical care.”
“You kidding. You don’t really mean to say you engage in sexual intercourse to pay for his services? That would be like prostitution,” said Catherine.
“We find it to be a mutually beneficial arrangement. The doctor is quite the swordsman and his intern friends are excellent bed buddies. Besides, my parents always wanted me to sleep with a doctor,” said Portia.
“They want you to marry a doctor, Portia, not screw one,” said Stacy.
“You girls are wild,” said a blushing Catherine. “I’ve never met anyone like you two.”
“Do you have any idea what happened last night,” asked Portia?
“I remember going to my advisor’s house for dinner at six o’clock. It’s part of a monthly mentoring program set up by the college for freshman”
“Who is your advisor?” asked Stacy?
“Professor Stanhope, the school assigned her as my mentor. She’s also the faculty advisor for our abstinence club.”
“So you believe in abstinence,” asked Portia while giving Stacy a knowing look.
“I was President of Not Me Now my senior year as Bishop Xavier’s High School. I joined the BC chapter as soon as I arrived on campus.”
“So this Professor Stanhope would know of your virginity,” asked Portia?
“Yes, she asked me when I first joined. You don’t need to be a virgin to join the chapter. You only need to promise that in the future you’ll practice abstinence until you’re married.”
“Understood. But Professor Stanhope knew you were the real deal so to speak,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, she even asked if I still had my hymen. No one had ever asked that before.”
“Interesting,” said Portia typing away.
“I want to be open with you two since you saved me from those men in the alley. I feel I can trust you.”
“What you tell us will not go beyond this room, we promise,” said Portia.
“Lately, I’ve had my doubts about abstinence. I’ve been dating this wonderful man, Seth Profit. He’s on the basketball team. I think I’m in love with him.”
“And he’s pressuring you to have sex,” asked Stacy?
“No, not at all, but I can tell he wants to and frankly so do I,” said Catherine.
“How far have you and Seth gone?” asked Portia?
“I’ve been learning to pleasure him orally. He’s been very gentle and patient with me. I was terrible at it when we first started but Seth says I’ve come a long way. He says I’m as good as any girl he’s ever had.”
“You should be proud of yourself. Do you enjoy it,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, but I l know its immoral and against God’s law.”
“Not in my opinion, I love oral sex,” said Stacy.
“And so do I. There is no place in the Bible where it says thou shall not suck cock. But what does Seth do for you sexually,” asked Portia?
“We kiss. He’s offered to perform orally on me but I told him no.”
“Why,” asked Stacy amazed that any woman would turn down an offer of head from a lover?
“Honestly, I’m afraid I’ll lose control. The last time we made out and I did him with my mouth I wanted him to take me. I was ready for Seth to rip my clothes off and do me right there on the floor of his dorm room. If my cell phone hadn’t interrupted us, my Seth would have been the one to deflower me, not those horrible men in the alley.”
“Did you inform Professor Stanhope of your weakening resolve,” asked Portia?
“Yes, she seemed very concerned and even a little upset with me. She even suggested I stop seeing Seth. I was a little hurt by her attitude,” said Catherine taking a tissue out of the box and dabbing her eyes.
“Let’s talk about Professor Stanhope. What’s her first name?” asked Portia launching a search engine on her laptop.
“Verna, Professor Verna Stanhope, she’s been terribly nice to me. She’s gone out of her way to help me adjust to being away from home for the first time. I miss my family,” said Catherine looking thoughtful and a little sad.
“Who else was at dinner?” asked Stacy as Portia typed in the full name and initiated a search.
“No one, Kelly Warren was supposed to be there but she cancelled at the last minute. Verna said Kelly had a bug and couldn’t make it. So it was just Professor Stanhope and I. The Professor’s not married.”
“You ate dinner,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, the Professor is a gourmet cook. We had wild caught Chinook salmon with jasmine rice and Swiss chard in a shallot crème sauce. It was delicious.”
“Alcohol,” asked Stacy?
“Wine, normally, I’m not much of a drinker but I had two glasses at dinner. Verna explained it was a pinot gris that went especially well with dinner.”
“What do you recall after dinner,” asked Stacy?
Catherine furrowed her brow before speaking. “We went into her study for dessert and coffee but first we had a third glass of wine just to finish the bottle. I recall setting on the couch talking about my classes. I was eating a piece of heavenly chocolate ricotta flan the Professor had made from scratch. I wish I could cook like her. I’m having terrible trouble with Statistics 101. I may fail. Math was never my thing.”
“What happened next,’ asked Portia?
“Then it all goes blank,” said Catherine starting to cry. “Do you think I should tell Seth I was raped? He may dump me if he finds out.”
“You’re safe now. I’d wait a while before I told Seth about last night. Just tell him you had too much to drink and slept on Professor Stanhope’s couch,” said Stacy taking a sobbing Catherine in her arms. Stacy wasn’t sure whether Catherine was crying over her statistics’ grades or being raped or the possibility of Seth finding out.
The conversation ceased for a while. Portia fixed a fresh pot of tea. When she returned from the kitchen, Catherine had regained her composure.
“Do you feel well enough to continue,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, talking about it may help me to remember,” said Catherine.
“You blank out in Professor Stanhope’s study. What is your next memory,” asked Portia?
“I woke up in this small dressing room lying on this smelly cot. I could hear loud music coming from somewhere. Someone had undressed me. I was stark naked. My chest hurt terribly and it was covered in dried blood from hundreds of tiny cuts. When I put my hand between my legs, there was more blood. My vagina hurt like crazy. I tried to get up but I couldn’t move a muscle. Then I heard a noise so I shut my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. This young girl came in with a wet rag and wiped all the blood off me.”
“Continue,” said Portia rapidly typing Catherine’s account into her laptop.
“I passed out again but I regained consciousness when I heard this older woman come in with a foreign looking man. I was so embarrassed being nude in front of complete strangers. All I could do was lay there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep.”
“What did the woman look like?” asked Stacy?
“Garish, bizarre, she had on a ton of make up and was wearing a red suit. For some reason, she reminded me of Professor Stanhope but it wasn’t her,” said Catherine. “They were talking about me.”
“What were they saying,” asked Portia?
“I’m not sure. It was about money. The man said I would have been worth more if I still had my hymen. And this was where it really got awful.”
“What happened,” asked Stacy?
He stuck his fingers in my vagina. He was furious when he couldn’t feel a hymen. He and the woman argued. I was terribly confused since I had one before I went to the Professor’s. I thought the man had made a mistake; because my gynecologist told me I had an abnormally thick hymen and it might be best to remove it surgically before I decided to have intercourse. She said it was rare but it did happen. She even had a scientific name for it but I can’t remember it.”
“Trust me. Your hymen is history. Were specific dollar amounts mentioned,” asked Stacy recalling the moment the Texas Pussy Auger drilled through Catherine’s cherry?
“Fifty thousand dollars is one amount I recall. The man spoke with a heavy accent. He looked like he was from the Middle East. Now I remember. He said the Emir would have easily paid two hundred thousand if I was a proven virgin.”
“The woman said she knew of a doctor who would restore my hymen,” said Catherine. “And the man said he would never lie to the Emir. It would mean a horrible death if he ever found out. I recall him saying the last servant the Emir caught in a lie was flayed alive and tied to an anthill in the desert. What does it mean to be flayed alive?”
“Remove the skin as in skin a rabbit. In the Middle East, they used hot knives with a curved blade to peel off the flesh,” said Portia.
“That’s barbaric. And you can live through this,” asked Catherine?
“You could live for days until infection sets in. It’s a traditional form of punishment. The bloody flesh attracts the ants and without the flesh to protect you it’s painful to the max. It’s a hideous way to die,” said Portia.
“My God they were going to sell me to this Emir who does that sort of thing to people. But I don’t understand. I am a virgin or at least I was until those men in the alley raped me. I still had my hymen. I’m so confused.”
“You lost your hymen earlier,” said Stacy. “We watched it happen.”
“You watched. What were you doing?”
“Group masturbation,” said Stacy.
“We’ll explain everything before we’re done. It’s not uncommon in the third world where girls are expected to be virgins on their wedding night for surgeons to restore the hymen. It’s a simple enough operation. Often the girl is a virgin but had lost the membrane in any number of ways. Grooms in those cultures are expected to proudly display blood stained sheets the morning after their wedding night. A girl without a hymen no matter how innocent is sometimes declared a whore and murdered,” said Portia.
“You’re very smart, Portia, and you too, Stacy. I wish I was smart then this wouldn’t have happened to me,” said Catherine misting up again.
“Portia is brilliant. Few are her equal including me,” said Stacy once more wrapping her arm around Catherine. “Tell us what happened next?”
“I passed out again. When I woke up, I was still in the same room but I was alone. I threw up in a trashcan but afterwards I felt better and was able to stand. The clothes I’d worn to Professor Stanhope’s were on the floor along with my purse. Somehow I managed to get dressed although I kept loosing my balance and almost falling down. It was like my equilibrium was all screwed up.”
“Rohypnol has that effect,” said Portia.
“When I tried to open the door it was locked. But there was a small window I could open. Thank God it wasn’t too high. I remember crawling over the transom. The next thing I remember was the rape. Then I recall you and your friends arriving to save me,” said Catherine. “I’m ever so grateful.”
“What do you recall about the rape,” asked Portia?
“Not that much, I was in and out of consciousness. I remember waking up in an alley with this man on top of me. His breath stank of beer and cigarettes. I hate smokers. His penis was inside my vagina. It was horrible. Mother always said intercourse was painful for her and I must be like her. I thought I would go out of my mind with pain the first time he put his thing in me.”
“The reason it hurt so badly was because of what happened at Mariposa’s,” said Portia. “Once the lining of your vagina heals, you should feel considerable pleasure from having Seth’s cock inside.”
“I hope you’re right. I want to please him,” said Catherine looking determined.
“Professor Stanhope is a full professor at Boston College.” Portia spoke as she scanned the Professor’s WEB biography. “She’s published several books in the field of abnormal psychology.”
“You keep mentioning Mariposa’s, what’s that,” asked Catherine?
“A lesbian nightclub, we found you in the alley behind the building,” said Portia.
“I’ve never heard of it,” said Catherine. “We have lesbians at BC but I don’t know any of them.”
“You don’t recall being on stage at a lesbian nightclub engaged in a sado-masochistic piece of performance art,” asked Stacy surprised at Catherine’s lack of memory of what was a memorable event?’
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Catherine.
Stacy and Portia spent the next few minutes describing Catherine’s participation in Mistress Scylla’s performance art. Catherine asked a few questions but mainly listened as the girls tried to make her understand what had happened to her.
Catherine was silent for a while before she spoke. “What’s commando night?”
“Basically it means going without underpants. British Commandos began the practice during World War II. Navy Seals later adopted it,” said Portia.
“You must be lesbians, too,” said Catherine looking slightly upset.
“No, we’re bisexual,” said Stacy.
“But you have sex with other girls,” said Catherine.
“Yes, and boys,” said Portia.
“What about your friends, Esther and Natasha” asked Catherine?
“Esther is definitely a lipstick lesbian but she was married,” said Stacy. “Did you get a sense of Natasha’s gender preference, Portia?”
“Pole or hole, both good in Natasha’s world view,” said Portia. “She’s bisexual.”
“This is a lot for me to process,” said Catherine.
“I can imagine. Let’s take a break and fix a salad and open a bottle of wine,” said Stacy getting up to walk toward the kitchen.
The three were seated on stools around the kitchen island when Catherine returned to the matter at hand.
“Can one of you summarize what happened to me,” asked Catherine?
“Go, Portia,” said Stacy forking a piece of romaine into her mouth.
“Professor Stanhope invited you to her home with the intention of drugging and kidnapping you. The Professor has a connection to Mistress Scylla, the performance artist. Once you were unconscious, they transported you to Mariposa’s where Mistress Scylla made you the centerpiece of her performance art. Check out her WEB site when you get a chance.”
“My God, what did she do to me,” asked Catherine?
‘”She and her assistant stripped you naked and suspended you on stage before several hundred onlookers who were for the most part lesbians with a smattering of bisexuals. While her audience masturbated, she whipped your breasts with long stem roses. Then she used a mechanical device caused a Texas Pussy Auger to remove your hymen. For a finale, she drank your virgin blood.”
“That’s sick,” said Catherine.
“But very erotic to the onlookers,” said Stacy.
“Afterwards, she planned to sell you into sexual slavery to some unknown Middle Eastern Emir. You would have wound up in his harem only having occasional sex and being bitchy as a result. Following me so far?”
“Yes, it all fits. I just can’t believe Professor Stanhope would do such a thing,” said Catherine.
“Keep in mind, money was involved. Fifth thousand is not a fortune but it can buy you a new Lexus. Continuing on, you woke up to an argument you were damaged goods with a lower price. Obviously, Mistress Scylla was not supposed to use the Texas Pussy Auger to take your virginity,” said Portia looking at her notes as she spoke.
“I can’t believe I lost my virginity to a machine,” said Catherine.
“Given the impenetrable nature of your barrier, it may prove fortunate. Suppose Seth had been unsuccessful in his attempt to get inside you, it might have ruined your relationship. Men don’t take failures like that lightly,” said Stacy.
“I suppose it could be for the best,” said Catherine.
“By sheer luck, you managed to escape your captors only to blunder into a trio of miscreants who frequent the alleys around Harvard Square seeking to prey on the weak and inebriated. They had already raped you once when Stacy heard you pleading with your rapists. Brave Stacy rushed into the alley armed with pepper spray. I followed with my trusty police baton. Esther and Natasha, both veterans of Israeli army combat training guarded our rear. We quickly subdued your three attackers. Our Israelis demonstrated their skill at stomping their spiked heels through male testicles thereby punishing them severely for having violated you. Street justice was done. No need to involve the authorities.”
“I’d never go to the police,” said Catherine.
“Stacy and I more or less carried you to the car. We brought you here, cleaned you up and put you to bed. Next, we summoned Doctor Myers to tell us whether we should rush you to the ER which fortunately was not required.”
“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you,” said Catherine. “Heaven knows what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come along. You two are my guardian angels.”
“Become a lesbian for a start,” said Stacy. “Sorry, I was just kidding,” said Stacy noting the distressed look for Catherine’s beautiful face.
“The immediate problem is Professor Stanhope and Mistress Scylla may come after you. While you can’t remember what happened, they don’t know that. You’re a threat to them,” said Portia.
“Do you know if any other students who belong to BC’s abstinence club have disappeared under mysterious circumstances,” asked Stacy?
“Brian Lassiter, but he’s a boy,” said Catherine after thinking for a while.
“Did you know him,” asked Portia?
“Barely, he was at our meetings in the fall. He never returned to BC after Thanksgiving break. His parents said he never arrived home. The police investigated but they didn’t talk to me.”
“What did he look like,” asked Stacy?
“Very handsome, almost too pretty for a man, he’d worked as a model in New York. But why would they be interested in a boy?”
“It is highly possible that as we speak, handsome Brian is on his hands and knees with this Emir’s cock buried in his ass,” said Portia.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Catherine. “So what do I do?”
“Return to BC. Resign from the club. Tell all your friends you’re sleeping with Seth and having great sex. Never allow yourself to be alone with Professor Stanhope and never ever eat or drink anything she prepared,” said Portia.
“Is it okay if I actually sleep with Seth,” asked Catherine.
“Definitely, climb on his pony and ride until he begs you to dismount,” said Stacy.
“I will, gladly,” said Catherine looking pleased with her decision.
“I’ll give you a can of pepper spray and show you how to use it. It’s illegal but highly effective as a defensive weapon,” said Stacy.
“Catherine, can you check your BC email from here,” asked Portia turning her laptop toward Catherine.
“Sure, it’s accessible via the Internet,” said Catherine.
Stacy put the dishes in the dishwasher while Catherine launched her mail server and entered her login and password.
“Oh my God, there’s an email from Professor Stanhope,” said Catherine.
“I thought so. Let me see,” said Portia before reading the message. “Cathy, what happened to you last night? When I returned from the kitchen you’d disappeared. Let me know if you’re all right. I’m worried about you, Verna.”
“What do I do,” asked Catherine?
“Let me handle it,” said Portia. She typed for a while before reading back her reply. “I’m so sorry, Verna. Please forgive me. I have no idea what happened to me. I must have blanked out. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. I told you about my problems with Statistics. I woke up wandering the streets of Cambridge. I was lucky friends found me and took me in for the night. I’ll never drink another drop of alcohol as long as I live. It has a horrible effect on me. I am resigning from the abstinence club. I love Seth and he loves me. I intend to give myself to him and become the woman he deserves. Thanks for the wonderful dinner. It was delicious. Cathy.”
“Does that sound like an email you would write, Cathy,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, except I use a lot of those yellow circles when I email. You know the ones that state whether you’re happy or sad,” said Catherine.
“They’re called emoticons,” said Portia sliding the laptop toward Catherine. “Insert them where you would normally.”
After several minor changes, Portia clicked the Send button.
“One more thing, is there another member of the club who is as pretty and innocent as you are?” asked Stacy?
Catherine thought for a minute before she spoke. “Yes, there’s Kelly Warren. The student who was also supposed to have dinner at Professor Stanhope’s but cancelled. She makes me look plain. Kelly has the most beautiful eyes and hair and you wouldn’t believe her figure. She was Miss Florida. And she’s the sweetest nicest person you’d ever meet,” said Catherine.
“And abstinent,” asked Portia?
“She’s a born again evangelical and very devout. She carries her bible everywhere she goes. She told me she had only kissed two boys in her life and the next man to kiss her would be her husband.”
“Interesting, I have a plan to bring Mistress Scylla and Professor Stanhope to justice. Do you trust Portia and I enough to allow us to handle it?” asked Stacy?
“Yes, I don’t want to go to the police. I’ve seen what happens to other girls who report rape. It ruins their lives,” said Catherine.
“Good, I suggest you call Seth and tell him some friends are bringing you back to campus and you’d like to spend the night with him.”
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“What’s your plan,” asked Portia? They were driving back from Chestnut Hill, the suburban home to the campus of Boston College. They just delivered Catherine to the arms of Seth.
“Lt. Mike Cabreeze is going to make a high profile bust of a white slavery ring with Middle Eastern connections. He’ll be a hero and get another citation.”
“I thought so. I can see the headline. Heroic Cambridge policeman saves innocent college students from sex slavery. It has the luridness needed for a great news story. I bet it makes national news. Can you get him to do it?”
“I think so. Do you think Catherine will be all right,” said Stacy.
“Yes, as long as she keeps her mouth shut,” said Portia.
“At the moment, I suspect her mouth is open with her lips wrapped about Seth’s penis,” said Stacy.
“She seemed eager enough when she saw him waiting for her in front of his dorm. He’s nice looking. I would bet our little Angel is going to have cock in her tonight, sore pussy be damned.”
“She’ll be like me and make up for lost time,” said Stacy.
“I doubt her appetite matches yours. What are you going to tell Cabreeze,” asked Portia?
“The truth, the absolute truth,” said Stacy.
“Yes, no need to lie. The truth will set you free,” said Portia.
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