No Sin Goes Unpunished
It took them five minutes to settle her in the vehicle, adding a few
more threats, just for good measure...we wanted her properly terrified and I
felt more than certain that she was as the two guys came back inside and we all
set around, drinking and laughing as we watched the tape. Twice. It was a
delight to see. We had not missed a moment of the hell we had put Holly
through...hearing her cries echo from the television made me hot all over again
and Chuck and I had wide sex that night...I was one fire it seemed and the fact
was, Susan felt the same, as did Adam...Mark was the only one who acted more
subdued and when pushed, he admitted he was worried that Holly might not stay
silent, as she had swore to do, when fearing for her life.
"She won't open her mouth." Susan assured him with a smile.
"Can you be sure?"
"Come on, Mark." Chuck sounded annoyed. "She is scared shitless."
"She is afraid we will bring her back here and do it all again." I
grinned, finding I liked the thought as I snuggled into Chuck's lap and he
kissed my neck. "Maybe it might be fun to do that...bring her back here..." I
sighed and winked at Adam who nodded as he slipped his hand under Susan's shirt
to play with her breast...we were all relaxed and at ease...we felt no shame or
guilt and aside from Mark, none of us were worried; Holly was too afraid to say
a word...she would keep all that had taken place that weekend, to herself,
understanding the suffering she would certainly endure if she didn't and it
seemed Mark made an effort to believe our assurance as we cleaned up the cabin,
leaving no trace of evidence that we had been there.
We changed the sheets and took them and the chains and toys with us and
we all kept a few, for the hell of it; they were souvenirs of sorts, or so Susan
called them with a laugh...we could put them away with the tape that Mark copied
for each of us, giving is our personal addition at school on Monday and he was
the first to point out that Holly was not on campus. He hadn't seen her.
Neither had I. It was no big deal. I figured she needed a day or so to
rest...we had been rough with her...I smiled again when I thought about it and
Chuck and I couldn't get enough of one another that afternoon as we watched the
tape in my room; I was sure I would never get over the sheer excitement I had
known during our weekend with Holly at our mercy and I was still feeling aroused
and pleased with myself when Jared came over for dinner that night and he seemed
quite and serious, an odd mood for him that prompted my mother to ask him what
was wrong...I felt my heart freeze in my chest when he said Holly's name and I
looked at him.
"What about Holly?" I sounded calm...I was furious...if the bitch
told...
"She's gone." Jared said it heavily and Adam looked up from his meal.
"What do you mean gone?" His eyes did not touch mine, but I could see
he was as tense as I felt...I held my breath and waited.
"She left a message on my voice mail and she...all she said was she had
to leave and she was sorry. She had to quit and that was it; I have no idea
where she is or where it is she was going and..." He shook his head. "There
was something in her voice that did not seem right and I have to say, I have a
had feeling." He looked stressed, he was far too worried about the damn
girl...I wanted to say as much, but I forced myself to refrain quite as I
glanced at Adam and he gave a slight nod; he was not concerned...I shouldn't
be...the fact that the little slut had ran out of town was a good thing...she
couldn't get the fool idea to tell anyone what we had done to her...I saw it as
a blessing as I returned to my meal, recalling how Holly's eyes had filled with
tears...how she had screamed and cried and begged for mercy we had not shown
her; the memories were fresh in my mind even as I half listened to Jared and
Greg talk about what a kind girl and what a harder worker Holly had been. They
were sorry to see her go. Even my mother said she liked her, and it was her
wish that she was safe...they talked about Rita a bit, but I tuned that out and
as soon as I was finished eating, I went upstairs to call Chuck to tell him the
news and he laughed when he heard.
"The little bitch was indeed scared shitless. She ran. We don't have
to worry that she will ever come back." We had gotten away with the game and it
made me feel strong and powerful and I admitted to Chuck I was almost sorry
Holly had left; I had wanted the chance to torment her a little; I had wanted to
mock her...reminder her...but she had taken the ability to do that from me, so I
simply had to live with the memory.
In the weeks and months that first followed that weekend, we talked
about it almost all the time; we watched the tape endlessly...it was a turn on
for all of us and once or twice, we thought about doing it again...finding a new
victim...but we didn't want to risk it. Didn't want to spoil what he had had.
Holly had been special. Our time with her had been a once in a lifetime thing
that we never forgot and the truth be told, for long years that followed that
weekend, I never saw any sin in what we had done...I never saw it as a crime...I
never allowed myself to wonder if the ordeal had effected Holly in some horrible
way; the fact was I didn't care because I was heartless and cold and I had no
real understanding as to the implications that our actions had carried; Holly
was not someone who had mattered to me, in my world and I suppose I might have
walked through my entire existence without ever feeling shame or remorse had my
own life not changed one dark summer night, three years after we had taught
Holly what hell was all about.
After graduation, I moved to Atlanta to attend college, wanting sometime
away from the small town where I had been born and raised; I was still involved
in a something of a long distance relationship with Chuck, who was residing in
Florida while he earned an accounting degree and it was a know fact that we
would both return to our roots once our education was complete...we had plans to
eventually marry and settle down to have a family. It was all laid out, clean
and simple and neat. No problems. Standing in that one moment, we could see
the future clearly...or so I thought...I never took into account that unexpected
things tend to happen in life, without warning or meaning so I can honestly say
I was completely unprepared for the ordeal I endure late one night as I walked
back to my car after working out at a gym near my off campus apartment.
I had just paused at a intersection, to wait for the walk sign, so I
could scurry right across the street to where I had parked and as I stood there,
suddenly a hard, heavy hand was wrapped firmly over my mouth...a knife flashed
in the light before it was pressed to my throat and I felt cold terror wash over
me like a wave when a harsh voice in my ear told me to be quite or die. Then
and there. If I behaved, I was safe. If I fought, he would cut me open...I was
trembling inside and out and tears were running hotly down my pale cheeks as I
was pulled back into a darken alleyway where I was pushed with my face hard
against a wall as the man with the knife took my purse and rummaged through
it...I could her him tossing aside my keys...he ripped the cash and credit cards
from my wallet and my cell phone was tossed on the ground, where he crushed it
with a large, booted foot as I wept and kept my eyes closed, praying I would
live...he had what he wanted...or so I told myself...he had my money...but then
he turned he around and again the knife was against my throat and when I drew in
a shaky breath, all I could smell was his body sweat badly mingled with stale
cigarette smoke and cheep whisky.
"Listen up, pretty bitch..." He hissed the words in my face. "It's
been a long and hot summer and I haven't had any pretty pussy in a long time, so
you are gonna be good and give me some..." I felt brutal horror at his words
and I shook my head...but he gave me a hard slap on the face as I began to weep
and I was too aware of his knife to fight as he jerked me by the arm and lead me
behind a dumpster that reeked of sewage and damp trash and once there, he
ordered me to drop my jogging pants and when I refused, he slapped me again and
the knife rested between the valley of my trembling breast; his eyes were so
cold and filled with raging lust that I finally understood I had no real choice
but to do as he said, dying inside as I did.
"Please..." I sobbed the single word, but it only earned me another
slap to the my face and I finally forced myself to do as he said; I pushed by
jogging pants down my legs, along with my thong underwear and my assailant
grinned at the sight I made, standing up against the wall...he slid a hand under
my shirt to grope my breast painfully as he sucked on my neck for a long time as
I cried.
It seemed a lifetime passed as he fondled me and bite into my skin
before again pressing the knife to my neck, leaving me with no choice but to
follow him deeper into the alley, around a dark corner...I nearly screamed when
we came across four other men, all sitting around a parked car and I shook my
head in vain, causing all of them to laugh as the man with the knife lead me to
the car and I was pushed back so I was laying on the hood while two others
pulled my arms painfully apart...pain was ripping through me and I wanted to beg
but knew it would do no good as my arms were tied to the review mirror and my
legs were pushed apart. My sweater was shoved up. My bra cut away. I was all
at their mercy...Holly had been at our mercy....an image of her bloody, ravaged
body came to my mind as the man with the knife was the first to crawl on top of
me and I heard myself gasp in anguish when his large cock shoved its way into my
dry cunt while the others laughed and cheered endlessly, as well had all laughed
and cheered during our brutal weekend with Holly.
I was tied to the car for hours as the five men fucked me in hideous
ways and when it was done, my pants were shoved at me and I was told to
dress...leave...if I told I would die...they had my wallet with my drives
licenses...I saw in their eyes that they had the means to end my life so I
nodded and ran as fast as I could back to my apartment where I ripped my
clothing off and showered. Cried. Showered again. I couldn't escape the feel
of them...the smell...the taste...I didn't leave my apartment for three days and
when Chuck came to visit me as planned that weekend, I had no choice but to tell
him all that had happened and his reactions was simple; I was to never tell
anyone else what had taken place...never...he looked at me in a way that told me
he saw what I had suffered as something to be ashamed of and when I compared it
to what we had done to Holly, he barked that the two circumstances were
completely different.
"You come from a good family and you are a lady where Holly was a tramp
and people expect such things to happen to tramps." He was totally convinced
but I was not so sure and I shook my head, which annoyed him. "Do you want
people to know that you were fucked by five men? Men you don't even know? Do
you want your mother to hear all the details? You feel so guilty suddenly, do
you want to confess? Do you want to take the tape we made and show it to Jared?
You know Holly mattered to him..." He threw a host of horrible questions and
comments at me and in the end, I agreed with all he said and I swore I would
never tell; I would never tell anyone what had happened to me or all we had done
to Holly...I would keep quite...I had to...it was all I could do, or so I told
myself again and again as I refused to think about what I had suffered and it
was a relief to discover that I wasn't sick or pregnant as a result of the
attack
With the best efforts, I put that night from my mind and went on with
school...I was afraid for a long time and I didn't go back to the gym or out
alone at night at all and I couldn't enjoy sex as I once had, when Chuck and I
began sleeping together again, so I was not surprised when he began seeing other
women on the sly; he needed wildly, rough sex and I could not give it to him
anymore and we had a silent understanding that he would find it elsewhere...I
didn't care...I was numb inside...I began to drink a lot just to function at a
somewhat normal level and when Chuck and I married three years after my rape, I
was a shadow of what I had once been, but I was good at pretending and I did a
lot in the years that followed. I laughed when I had to. Smiled when I had to.
I was perfect, or so others believed...I wondered aimlessly with Chuck guiding
me...I was empty inside myself and in my soul and while I was surrounded by the
people I had once felt so very close to, the person I suddenly shared a
disturbing connection with was Holly Tyson and I hated myself for it. For what
we had done to her. For what had happened to me. I hated the guilt and the
shame I felt...I was consumed with the bitter emotions so completely that deep
down, somewhere in my soul, I think I knew that a day would eventually come when
all dark, evil deeds would be exposed to the light...a judgment day...that was
how I came to think of it in my mind and while I never shared that fear with any
of the others who had taken part in Holly's hell, I knew Susan and I shared the
same thought the early winter day, ten years after our weekend with Holly when
she received news that the cabin where we had played our sick game had burned to
the ground.
What had caused the fire, or how it had started no one could say, the
police and the fire department were baffled, but Susan and I looked at one
another and knew the cold hard truth when a message was found spray painted in
the grass behind the smoldering ashes that had once been the cabin...a message
in bold, black letters that simply and very bluntly stated NO SIN GOES
UNPUNISHED....NO SIN GOES UNPUNISHED...the words bleed together in my mind as
Susan and I stood there, side by side, each of us all too clearly recalling just
what had taken place at that cabin...the sin that had been brutally committed
there so many years before...the sin we had believed we had gotten away with,
but suddenly...all too suddenly the truth was there for us to see as the fading
smoke filled our lungs and I knew that judgment day had come and knowing we were
guilty and that it was Holly who set as our judge and jury, the only real
questions was what method would she use to administer the executions we all so
rightfully had coming.
Chapter One
