Page 21 of Massacre Monday

The curvy blonde could be Amelia, but her figure is thicker than my friend’s, so I wait to see what happens and don’t speak out. An entire pack of skull-faced men trot toward her, laughing and yelling indiscernible obscenities as she staggers beneath me, falling over the dead man. Her shocked wail of horror is even louder than before.

“Come here, girl. We don’t want to hurt ya.”

“I do…with my dick!”

“Oh, shit. She found a fuck buddy!”

A riot of chuckles ensues as they surround her, and she slaps and scratches at their faces. One grips her jeans and rips them off, another her shirt, and another her panties until she’s left in only a shredded bra while still trying to scramble away, clutching the dirt beneath her and crawling through the grass.

My hands work into my hair, and I tug on my scalp, making it hurt. I don’t know what to do. Do I expose myself and try to save her?

No. There’s too many. Twelve? Thirteen men? Is it allowed for them to travel in a horde like this?

Glancing around the trees, I narrow my eyes, hoping to spot a camera capturing all of this, but it’s impossible to see.

“Shit, there’s another over here!”

Every cell in my body stops moving at his words, believing I’ve been found.

“Fucking jackpot! Two pussies and asses and mouths for all of us. Perfect… No holes wasted.”

“Grab her! Grab her!”

Remorse and relief flood me as they run for my friend, who tries to flee from their sights. A big guy snatches Gwen’s waist as she kicks and screams, fighting with her arms as he drags her beneath the tree I’m huddled in. The crowd of guys surrounds her and holds her down, stripping her of her remaining clothes until she’s bare for everyone to see, just like the blonde woman next to her.

“No!” Gwen yells.

“There’s no such thing asno, honey.”

“Consent is implied tonight, sweetheart, remember? Oh shit, it’s Gwen. Thought you wanted this, Gwennie!”

“Hey,Gwen! You wanted all your holes stuffed, you said.”

I don’t recognize any of them, and with the flurry of words and instructions being thrown around, it’s too confusing to make out who is speaking.

My pulse thumps hard and fast in my ears as I perch on the rough branch, eager to pounce from my spot but resisting the urge to strike. What. Do. I. Do?

“Make sure to hold them tight. Blondie over there and Gwen here. This dead fuck can watch us as he lays between them. Yeah, baby girls. That’s it. Such well-behaved little sisters. Fuck… This is going to behot.”

One man slides underneath Gwen as the other men position her on all fours over him. Her body is moved like a doll’s, where she doesn’t have much control. They do the same to the woman next to her.

A brother gets behind her, and I hear the distinct sound of spitting as he pulls out his dick and rubs in the makeshift lubricant.

“I’m in! Fuck, yeah.”

Gwen grunts as the man beneath her shoves inside and the two by her head grip her hair and take turns using her mouth.

“Wait, wait,” she murmurs between them switching, the garbling of her words as her throat is filled calling into the night.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart. You canwaitafter you make us all come. Then we’ll carry you across the wall.”

“We’ll do a coin toss to see who gets to use these holes for a month…but we like to share.”

The man kneeling behind her slaps her butt with a loud smack and shoves into her ass while the man beneath her grips her shoulders from underneath and thrusts in rapidly. Gwen’s cry as she’s filled up matches the blonde woman’s as they do the same to her, except my friend sounds as if she may be enjoying it.

“Not back there, please!” the blonde calls out as the man eases himself inside.

He smacks her backside and says, “Aw, but this little hole is winking at me, sugar plum. It’s getting my cum, for sure.”