Lloyd Gerstner locked both of the girl’s wrists in one of his powerful hands. He pulled her across the muddy ground in a series of cruel jerks toward the van. Marianne raised her head as he dragged her, enough to see the other two brothers kicking at Kyle as he lay curled on the ground. Every time he tried to rise they battered him down again. She screamed. Lloyd yanked her up by the wrists and hit her hard across the mouth.
“Shut up, bitch.” The words were said calmly, almost patiently.
Marianne pulled in her breath in a shuddering sob. Lloyd continued to drag her towards the van as effortlessly as though she were stuffed with feathers. With her arms immobilized she started to thrash with her feet. All that accomplished was to dislodge her shoes and get her legs thoroughly muddied.
Jesse Gerstner watched with dry mouth as his brother reached the door of the van with his burden. He looked down at Kyle, senseless on the ground, and gave him a farewell kick in the ribs.
“Think you can handle surfer boy now?” he asked his brother.
Fabian gave him a scowl. “I can handle him any time I’ve got him in front of me.”
“Good.” Jesse trotted across the mud to the rear of the van. He seized Marianne’s ankles, laughing at her struggles. With Lloyd swinging her by the wrists the two brothers tossed her like a sack of grain into the back of the van.
Her arm caught on a sharp protuberance that ripped a gash in the soft flesh of the underside. She hit the thin mattress on the floor with her tailbone and squealed in pain. Lloyd climbed in, looming huge in the doorway. Jesse followed.
“Any more noise, bitch, and I’m really gonna hit you,” Lloyd said.
“Let me go. You don’t want to do this.”
Lloyd drew back a meaty fist and smashed her in the face. “I warned you.”
The interior of the van darkened and blurred. Marianne blinked back the tears and saw him poised to punch her again. She choked off the scream.
“That’s better.” He traced a forefinger down her throat into the cleft between her breasts. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, so like the fella says, relax and enjoy it.”
She could not believe a man had actually said that. She vowed never to scoff at the militant feminists again. If she lived through this.
“Want me to go first?” Jesse said. “Warm her up for you?”
“Fuck no, I don’t want you to go first. I’m the big brother, remember? After I get mine, you’re next.”
“Sure, Lloyd, I just thought — ”
“Don’t think, just get in line.”
“It’s okay if I watch, isn’t it?”
“What do you think this is, a show? Go on out and help little brother keep the boyfriend quiet. I hear he didn’t do so good on his own.”
Jesse looked down at Marianne, licked his lips, and went out reluctantly. Lloyd pulled the door closed.
She stared back at him, trying not to show the icy fear that paralyzed her. “Don’t hurt me.” God, what a stupid thing to say. Of course he’s going to hurt me.
“Well, that pretty much depends on you, doesn’t it,” he said. “You be nice to me and I won’t hurt you. Is it a deal?”
Her hands crossed reflexively across her breasts. Oh, you fat, dirty pig. Be nice? I’d kill you if I could. I’d really kill you.
Lloyd grasped her wrist and easily pulled her arm away from her body. He squeezed her breast. “Don’t hide these babies, sweet thing. If you got ‘em, flash ‘em. Isn’t that what the kids say.”
Marianne could only whimper. She tasted her fear, cold and metallic, and hated herself for her weakness.
“You want to take the clothes off now?”
She stared at him, unable to move. This can’t be happening to me. This happens to nameless women on dark dirty streets in Milwaukee or Chicago, not on the carnival grounds in Elkhorn City, Wisconsin. Not to Marianne Avery.
Lloyd’s face darkened. “I ain’t got all night. Take ’em off or I’ll rip ’em off.”
I’ve got to get away. I can’t let this happen to me. Awkwardly she scrambled to her knees and lunged for the door handle. Lloyd caught her by the hair and yanked her back cruelly.
I won’t cry. I won’t. You can’t make me cry.
He slapped her with his hard palm, then with the back of his hand and grabbed a fistful of blouse at her throat. He jerked savagely at the material. Buttons popped off and rattled about the van.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
Lloyd rocked back and watched with glittery eyes as Marianne carefully removed the torn top and laid it aside. She hesitated. When Lloyd started to move toward her she reached back and unhooked her bra.
At least I can stop him from ruining my clothes. What a silly thing to worry about at a time like this. But what are my choices? Fight? No chance. He’s much too strong. Scream? That would just make him angry. And there’s no one to hear me, anyway. Try to talk him out of it? Oh, sure, big chance of that with an animal like Lloyd Gerstner. What was left? Submit. “Relax and enjoy it.” Oh, yes!
“Move, dammit. Get those fucking clothes off, bitch.”
She laid her bra aside and unzipped the Ultrasuede skirt. She pushed it down her legs and over her feet.
Lloyd Gerstner licked his dry lips. “That’s the ticket. Now the pantyhose.”
She closed her eyes and bit the insides of her cheeks as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slid the pantyhose down and off. She could not get the cruel joke out of her mind. Relax and enjoy it … enjoy it … enjoy it.
Lloyd tossed his corduroy jacket aside. He unbuckled his pants, sat down to pull them off, keeping his eyes on Marianne. He peeled off the soiled white jockey shorts. In spite of herself, Marianne could not look away from his short, thick penis. He grasped the member in one hand and pulled her head toward him with the other.
“Kiss it, honey. Say hello to Junior.”
Think of something else. Think of the last football game of the season between Bischoff and Clintonville.
She felt the rubbery head of his cock against her lips.
It hadn’t been a good season for the Bisons and they were not expected to do much against the undefeated Clintonville team.
“That’s the babe. Now let’s see you suck it.”
In the fourth quarter Bischoff was behind only 14-12. The Bisons had the ball at the Cougars’ 20-yardline. The kids were going wild.
“Suck. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! Junior loves it. Do it, honey.”
The game was so exciting she and the other girls on the Pep Squad almost forgot to cheer. Red and white fight, fight, red and white fight, fight! Gooooooo Bisons!
“Okay, that’s enough. Junior’s ready for action.”
The hateful thing was pulled from her mouth. The taste, salt and something like ammonia, stayed. Her legs were pulled apart. Lloyd Gerstner’s gross body dropped on top of hers. His fingers prodded between her legs. Then his thick, dripping penis pushed into her.
Oh, God the football game. Let me go back to the football game. Please. Oh, God he’s in me and pumping, pumping. It hurts. I’m going to be sick. Oh, no, nooo, nooooo!
She felt the hot spurt of his sperm. He barked his pleasure and collapsed on top of her while his cock shrank back to its normal stubby size.
He’s through. It’s over, and I’m still alive. I’ll get clean and I’ll douche his stinking juice out of me. I’ll forget about it in time. I’ll be all right.
He pulled out of her and wiped himself with his shorts. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She reached for her clothes. Standing bent over above her, Lloyd kicked them away from her into a corner of the van.
“Don’t be in such a hurry. My brothers are out there waiting, remember?”
She tried to speak, but it came out in a long, wordless wail.
Keeping an eye on her, Lloyd opened the door of the van just far enough for him to call out.
“Hey, Jesse. She’s ready for you.”
Marianne fell back to the floor of the van. Darkness closed in as she sent her mind to someplace far away.