Beth prayed for Becka. Though Becka’s words relieved the major part of her guilt, she was haunted by the agony in Becka’s eyes. She remembered her own agony all too well – not of the rape itself, but of the feelings and aftermath. Her memories of the events of that Saturday night had been almost entirely erased.
Mercifully Becka had little memory of the next two days.
Jennifer examined her carefully and spat her disgust with rural American doctors. Becka had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea of the throat. She suspected from talking with Becka that she also had Herpes 1.
Becka’s vagina, peritoneum and sphincter had been ripped. The injuries had never been repaired. Anger coursed through Jennifer. They’d been given the money. Why hadn’t they gone to the doctors?
She scheduled Becka for surgery in Brisbane.
Beth and Alice sat beside Becka on the lounge pool deck. Becka had wanted to sun bathe, but the sun was too strong in the early afternoon, so they sat in the shade. Ted and Michael sat together at the other end of the deck. Ted had a beer; Michael sipped a Mimosa.
Michael looked into Jennifer’s face and blanched. “Can you send for Nancy? I need to talk with Ted and her.” She said in clipped tones. She waived Alice over.
Beth and Becka came over. Michael sent Beth to get Nancy. He rose and excused himself. This was Burkett family business.
Nancy appeared, hurrying to their table.
Jennifer took a long breath trying to remain calm. She looked at Ted and Nancy, cocked her head toward Becka asking silently if they wanted her to hear.
“I’m seventeen. Tell me what’s wrong.” Becka had a mulish expression. Ted and Nancy nodded.
“Okay. Becka, you have a couple of diseases including Gonorrhea and Chlamydia of the throat. She reached into her white smock and pulled out two bottles. “The directions are on the bottles. I think you may also have Herpes 1. It’s very common. It may or may not be connected with the rape.”
Becka began to sob.
“You also have significant scarring from the tearing of your vagina and sphincter. There’s also some scarring on your cervix. We’ll need to get that evaluated by an OB/GYN. You’re going to need surgery. I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling it ten days from now. I want you healthy before the surgery. Recovery time is usually about 6 weeks.” Jennifer’s anger grew.
Becka was now openly crying in her father’s arms.
Jennifer’s eyes hardened, “Nancy, you’re a nurse. Why didn’t you get her treatment? Misha sent money!”
Nancy’s face seemed to come apart. She ran from the table.
“It’s not her fault. She took me to our doctor right after and he said I’d heal. He took some tests, but it was probably too soon for him to detect the diseases. She tried to get me to go to other hospitals and an OB/GYN. I refused to go. I told her I was fine and if she made me go, I’d kill myself,” Becka said sobbing into her father’s chest, “I thought I’d heal and then forget it ever happened.”
Jennifer nodded sadly, regretting what she’d said.
“Okay young lady,” Jennifer said sternly, “you’re here to get fixed and we will fix you. Go take the pills. I need to talk with your mother.”
Jennifer left to find Nancy and apologize.
Alice had been quiet during the discussion, carefully monitoring Becka and her father. Clearly she trusted him. He reminded Alice of Michael, including his haunted look.
“Ted, would you excuse Becka and me?” Alice said kindly, motioning Beth to come over just as Misha came to them. Misha’s face showed signs of crying. She had on a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit that showed off a killer body for a woman of any age.
Misha touched Becka’s cheek with infinite gentleness, “I’m Misha. Robert was my son. I’m so sorry, Honey.” Misha’s tears started again. Beth put her arms around Misha. Becka rose and joined them. All three cried.
Becka looked at Misha, “I don’t remember Robert. It was that bastard John that set me up and raped me first.”
‘Thank God for small mercies,’ Alice thought.
“Misha, I was going to start a session, so if you’ll excuse us.” Misha headed for the other side of the pool deck.
Alice asked Becka about her dreams for the future.
Alice and Beth talked with Becka for nearly three hours. Alice had a private session with Becka for another hour. By the end, they were exhausted, but Alice had some very specific ideas for treatment. She also had a problem.
During a particularly painful, private discussion, Becka blurted that Sandy had been molested by her uncle several years ago. They’d kept it a secret because Ted would have killed him. She asked Becka to see if Sandy wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight,” Becka said sadly, “I think the nightmares will come back. Could you stay in the room with me?”
“Of course, Honey,” Alice searched Becka’s eyes for a moment. Unknowingly, she’d focused on the wrong broken bird.
As harrowing as it had been for Becka, the afternoon had awakened memories in Beth she never knew she had. The memories had not been erased after all. That night, she would have a tour of Dante’s Hell.
Dinner was somber, Becka’s agony awakening memories everyone wished they could erase. They parted early to go to bed. Beth declined going with Michael, saying she was tired and sending him to bed with Shoshana and Nita.
Beth lay in the darkness, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.
As soon as she closed the front door, Beth knew she was in trouble. She faced seven men and a girl, Thomas in front.
“We can do this the easy way of the hard way, Beth.” Thomas said smoothly. Beth was far from the first to be initiated!
She could smell the hate and lust. She turned to flee, but strong arms encircled her waist. She swung her elbow as her dad had taught her. Her elbow smashed into a face. She felt a facial bone break. She slammed the heel of her foot on her attacker’s foot. More bones shattered. He released his grip.
A vicious punch to her solar plexus drove her to her knees. She kicked out at crotch level and heard a satisfying scream. Her head was pulled up. A brutal punch broke her nose. She still fought with her nails, raking one face and a forearm. Someone twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed when it snapped.
She still struggled, but they had tape across her mouth and legs. When they taped her hands behind her back, the pain from her broken arm being twisted behind her was too much. She fainted.
They stripped her, tied her up, blind folded her and waived an ammonia capsule under her nose.
“I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson,” an angry Thomas said, looking in the mirror at his face. The purple indentation on his cheek seemed to be growing. He limped over to the bed.
The girl helped him out of his clothes. She knelt in front of him, giving his hardening cock a wet bath. Then she lubed it with warming gel. They knew this allowed him to go balls deep without caring if the woman was ready.
It hurt the victim more that way. Several “townies” knew all to well.
He got between her splayed legs, groping her breasts. He went to kiss her. She spat at him. He slapped her hard. He bit down hard on her soft, firm breast, coming away with a piece. She fought him, but the ties were tight and her arm broken.
The girl took his cock and parted Beth’s nether lips. It sat at the entrance to Beth’s tunnel, ready to take her once in a lifetime gift.
“Bust that spoiled bitch’s cherry,” she said viciously.
Thomas thrust forward hard. Even the lube didn’t allow him to go balls deep on the first thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot. He could feel her hymen. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Beth screamed, writhing in agony beneath him as the door to her womb was ripped from her tunnel. His third thrust slammed into her cervix.
Beth began to lose consciousness again.
“No bitch, you’re not getting off that easy,” the girl said as she waved the ammonia capsule under Beth’s bloody nose, “By the end of tonight, you’ll be a total slut!”
Thomas jackhammered her for his own pleasure. She whimpered and moaned her pain and humiliation. He punctuated the violence of his orgasm by spitting in Beth’s rapidly closing eye.
He rolled off her. Another man entered her. She was in unbearable agony.
“Hey man, you must’ve cum a gallon. Talk about sloppy seconds!” He thrust forward into her tunnel meant for love.
Nonetheless, he quickly came inside her. She was still very tight, but now well lubed with semen.
Each of the seven took her. By the time the seventh animal rolled off, her pussy had been hideously damaged.
They rearranged her on the bed, pulling her to her knees. She kicked blindly, her heel connecting with the girl’s face. The girl screamed with rage.
“Later” Thomas said in a flat, dead tone.
Beth knew she would die. She tried to break free of the hands holding her legs.
“Get your dick in her ass. Give her something else to think about.”
Thomas aimed his lubed dick at her dark starfish. He thrust forward with all his might. Beth screamed as she felt her sphincter rip, opening the way to him. She tried to fight him, but her energy was about gone.
He pummeled her ass, slapping her ass cheeks to get a reaction. He shot his load deep in her bowels.
He went to her head to get her to clean his cock, but hesitated. This one was a fighter. She would bite him. He hopped off the bed on his one good foot and went to a drawer, finding his pliers. He returned, smiling evilly.
“Let’s give her a nice smile,” the girl pinched Beth’s broken nose so she would open her mouth. Thomas began to make Beth’s mouth safe for his cock. Her screams sprayed droplets of blood from her gums across the room.
Satisfied, he slapped her face. He was hard again. He plunged his cock deep in her mouth, but could not get through her throat. His friends plunged deep into her ass. The third man decided to fuck her ass, but shoot his cum in her mouth. The others followed, desperately trying to plunge their cocks into her throat.
They flipped her onto her back. They retied her. She kicked weakly, still fighting them. Thomas climbed above her bloody mouth. He pinched her nostrils together. She opened her mouth to breathe. Thomas peed in her mouth. Beth choked. Another man replaced Thomas. Beth vomited.
Finally, Thomas waived the girl over. She had lit cigarette in one hand, broom handle in her other. Despite the bloody mess of Beth’s pussy, she found Beth’s clit. She ground the cigarette into Beth’s most sensitive flesh. Beth’s screamed an inhuman shriek.
Pins thrust through her bloody vaginal lips. Beth screamed weakly. Another went through her clit. She almost levitated in pain wailing in agony. Then she felt one being pushed through her left nipple. Another scream poured out her mouth. She fainted.
Her tormentor rubbed her own bruised face, her fury in full bloom. She cracked the last ammonia ampoule beneath Bet’s bloody nose, now swelling horribly. She shoved the handle deep into Beth’s ass, knowing the bacteria that lived in the colon would infect Beth’s pussy. Beth moaned in agony.
The man above her head let loose his stream into her mouth.
She took the stick from Beth’s ass. The last inch was covered in feces.
“You’ll thank me for this one day you little stuck up bitch,” she put all the venom she could into those words. She shoved the handle hard into Beth’s ravaged pussy, again and again until it penetrated deeper, through Beth’s cervix into her womb. She shoved once more and bright red blood began to run from Beth’s pussy. Beth let out an inhuman scream of agony.
Another boy delivered another mouthful of pee. He laughed at the little whore.
The venomous girl mounted her head and let loose her flow into Beth’s bloody mouth.
They left her in her world of pain and degradation.
One boy, not as high as the others, saw the volume of blood and quickly realized Beth was in bad trouble. He wrapped her in the stinking bedding and took her to his room. He needed to call his father to get help. If Beth died, they’d never cover it up.
He left her alone as he rushed to get the emergency kit.
Beth was barely conscious. She felt fresh air. She ripped off the blindfold with her good hand and crawled to the cool night air. She managed to lift the window enough to slip out. The porch roof was just below the window. She slid down the roof, into bushes beside the road… and headlights of a car driven by startled football coach.
“Beth, Honey, wake up.” Her dad cried urgently. He kissed her.
She was secure in Michael’s arms, bathed in her own sweat and his. She looked around, disoriented. Alice was beside her on the bed. Jennifer stood next to Michael. She had a syringe in her hand, about to use it if Beth hadn’t wakened.
Alice looked at Jennifer. Both had discussed Beth’s traumatic amnesia and feared this day.
“Beth, can you hear me?” Alice said softly.
Beth looked at her, “I can hear you, Alice,” she said as though across a great distance. “I remember it all,” her voice rising, “every thrust, every smell, all the pain, all the hate,” she was wailing now, “that goddamn bitch and the broom handle.” She looked up at Michael and seemed to calm.
Jennifer looked at Alice silently offering the narcotic that would allow Beth to sleep. Alice shook her head.
Shoshana entered the room carrying Vika. She placed Beth’s daughter in her lap. They watched as several years of her life replayed in Beth’s head. All the pain, fear and finally joy played out through her eyes.
She looked down at Vika, then up at Michael. She handed her child back to Shoshana.
“Dad, I need a drink,” she said softly.
Moments after taking her first sip, she fell asleep in Michael’s arms. She roused once to visit the bathroom and returned to bed, Michael at her side.
Shoshana joined them.
Two days after her melt down, she strode onto the pool deck. Becka and Alice were having a session, so she gave them privacy. Instead, she sat next to Sandy. Beth wanted to see the world through Sandy’s new eyes.
Sandy wanted to know everything about their little home and her new companions, particularly Beth. She’d seen the horrific picture Beth held up in her You Tube video. It was hard to believe this Beth and that picture were of the same person.
“It was a hard, painful road, but eventually my Dad and Alice helped me travel it. I remembered everything two nights ago. I had traumatic amnesia. Alice is worried that I would have to retrace my recovery, but I think she’s wrong. I think I’ll be OK in a few days.”
“You have sex with your Dad?”
Beth nodded, “I love him as a man. He’s the only man I trust completely.”
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“To be weird, you have to know normal. I was a physical virgin when I was raped. They took my ability to conceive a child. I don’t know normal. I gave my Dad my real virginity.”
“Honey, we’re women. The little piece of tissue, our hymen, can be broken easily by accident. A friend broke hers water skiing when she fell and did the splits. You become a woman when you give yourself, your love and soul. Men can force your body to have sex, but no one can force you to make love. It’s one of the great powers a woman has. When to first make love.”
Sandy was quiet for a time.
“You remembered everything?”
Beth nodded sadly. “It’s part of the healing process or so I’ve been told.”
“When you talk to Alice does she tell anyone what you talk about?”
“No Honey,” suspicion began to grow inside Beth, “You can tell her any secret and she will keep it safe.”
“What about you?”
“Most times I would, but if I thought keeping something a secret could hurt you or someone I love, I’d probably tell.” Beth would not lie to her.
“Okay, but it would hurt a lot of people if you tell.” Sandy took a deep breath, “I’m not a physical virgin. My uncle, my Mom’s brother, forced me a couple of years ago.” Sandy’s eyes filled with tears.
Beth’s eyes widened, connecting the possibilities and dangers. She forced herself to be calm, “Honey, then I think you should have Jennifer examine you. You should also talk to Alice,” Beth saw fear in the little girl’s eyes, “or do you want me to tell her?”
“Of course,“ Beth said, getting up, “let’s go see Jennifer and your Mom.”
While Jennifer examined Sandy, Beth found Alice.
“I think you’ve got another patient. Sandy just told me her uncle raped her.”
Alice nodded sadly. “She asked me to tell you,” Beth said, knowing Alice would never betray a confidence.
Alice’s eyes showed gratitude. She could now treat Sandy. Then she snapped. This was Beth talking to her! Beth had just gone through vividly reliving her horrific rape and sodomy. Beth who would not leave her room for 36 hours.
“How are you doing?”
“OK, not great, but OK. I could have lived without feeling that damn broom handle shoved inside me again, or the broken arm or a million images, smells and pains from that night. I’ll deal with it, so long as you’ll help me.”
Alice smiled at Beth’s ultimate compliment. She went to find Nancy in the infirmary.
Alice arrived as Sandy was leaving an exam room. Sandy looked unhappy; Nancy looked devastated.
Jennifer looked at Nancy, “Mind if Alice listens in?” Nancy shook her head no, “How about you Honey? Can Alice listen?”
“Honey, I think you have Gonorrhea. The tests will confirm it. Many women are asymptomatic – they have no symptoms. You also have a little damage to your vaginal floor that we should repair.”
Jennifer paused, “You understand?”
“Why does my period hurt so much?”
“It may be from the STD, but we’ll have them check when we go to Brisbane.”
At the mention of Brisbane, Sandy’s head snapped up. She smiled broadly remembering all the things to do in Brisbane, the walk around outside mall and all the boys!
Even Nancy smiled.
“Sandy, Beth told me your secret. She said you asked her to tell me?” Sandy nodded.
“Honey, do you want me to tell your Mom?”
“She just told us,” Nancy said with a haunted expression.
“How is Ted going to take it?” Alice asked Nancy. Ted inspired terror. Alice prayed he did not take this out on Nancy.
“I think Tim or Michael should tell him,” Alice said, thinking, “probably Michael. He had to stop from killing the boys that raped Beth because she needed him. Ted respects him.”
“Nancy, do you or the girls want to stay in the main house tonight?” Alice asked obliquely asking if Ted would hurt her or the girls.
“Ted would never hurt me or the girls.”
Michael spoke with Ted that evening before dinner. While outwardly tough, inside of Ted was a gentle, loving man. His girls defined his world and it was crumbling around him. It was his job to protect Becka and Sandy. He’d failed them miserably. Michael recognized the look, feeling the man’s pain.
Ted also suffered from PTSD. He’d been off his meds for some time, giving him the illusion that he had control without them.
He ate dinner with his girls, gently kissed them goodnight. When Nancy asked him to come to bed, he said he had some things to think about.
A single gunshot reverberated through the compound a little after midnight.