She!

Chapter 11

After saying goodbye to her mom and Sue, Minni skipped down the steps of the house and out to the sidewalk, turning toward the swimming pool. She had a bag filled with her towel and swimsuit in her hand.

Paul had said he would be at the pool today and her mother and Sue had encouraged her to go if she wanted to.

She was a little more than a block from home when the motorcycle pulled up next to her at the curb. She looked and saw the older boys, worry almost overwhelming her. Two leather clad boys sat one of the bikes while one rode the other.

"Hey, baby," the leader, on his solo bike with its long handlebars and high sissy bar, said. "Where you goin'?" She just walked on, paying no attention to them.

"Come on, baby!" the leader said. "It can't hurt to just say hello, can it?" She stared daggers at him. She'd seen him at the mall several times with his friends. He was obnoxious and pushy at the best of times. "Now stop!" he cried irritably.

"What do you want?" she said, exasperated. "Just leave me alone." He just grinned.

"You want to go for a ride, don't you?" It didn't sound like a question to her as she stood with her hand on her hip defiantly.

"No, I don't want to go for a ride," she said, shaking her head with the words.

"Snake," he said. "Bring her over here to my bike. I'll bet she wants to take a ride." For the first time, she was afraid as one of the boys got off the second bike and moved toward her. She dropped her bag and ran toward the pool, thinking to get there for help. As she ran, she could hear the boots of the boy closing in behind her and the bike motors revving.

She was across the street from the pool entrance when the motorcycle pulled in front of her with it's smiling driver. A hand caught the back of her tanktop at that moment as she started to sidestep the motorcycle.

She kicked and screamed as the heavy boy behind her pushed her to the motorcycle and the leader lifted her leg over the hot leather seat in front of him. She could feel the more intense heat of the motor between her calves and the squeaky leather against her back.

The motorcycle jumped between her legs as he put his arm around her middle roughly. She didn't see the other boy jump onto the remaining motorcycle to follow.

Paul, waiting expectantly at the pool for her arrival, came out of the entrance and looked down the tree lined street, seeing the two motorcycles turn the corner a block away and accelerate away. Since he hadn't seen her on the bike, he waited for her another hour before he decided to go to her house to check on her.

She was forced to stay still on the speeding machine between her legs and it roared through town and out onto the highway south. As she couldn't have jumped off in town because of the speed, she certainly couldn't on the highway with the wind whipping her hair around her face like snakes striking her all over within its reach.

The bike slowed after what she guessed was five miles and turned onto a dirt road. Accelerating again on the slippery dirt surface, it moved swiftly through the trees for several more minutes before it pulled into the yard of a house. Three other motorcycles were leaning on their kickstands in neat order in front of the house. The leader stopped and let the weight of the bike roll it back beside the others. His heavy boot kicked the stand down so it could lean into the dirt. He shut off the motor and it immediately began popping and crackling as it started to cool.

"What are you doing?" she said loudly, overcoming her temporary deafness from the rushing wind and roaring motorcycle engine.

"Why, we're just gonna have a little fun, baby," he said, still with one arm around her middle as he nudged her toward the door of the house with his hip. He turned the handle on the door but kicked it open so it banged back against the wall. She noticed, as he moved her past it, that there was a hole in the wall where the inside handle had hit it on numerous occasions. Nearby there was another hole in the wall that looked to be about shoulder height and about 8 inches across. Someone had hit the wall there with a fist or something, she thought.

"Look what I got," he said into the living room.

Five other people looked up from various positions in the room – a couch, the floor, two heavy chairs. She recognized the rest of his group. Three were leather clad boys and the other two were the tough looking girls that hung around with them. All around them were stacks of garbage, empty pizza boxes, torn magazines, and empty beer cans.

"All right!" one of the boys said as he sat up on the floor, dumping one of the girls from his lap. "One of those little mall bitches."

"Yeah," the leader said. "Wanted to come see how the other side lives."

"Yeah? Great! We'll show you, won't we Scorpion?" He looked to the leader. Minni almost thought the silly animal names were funny except for her situation here. She was scared.

"Come on," the leader said and propelled her down the littered hallway and into a bedroom. He almost threw her toward an unmade military style twin bed covered with grey, stained sheets.

She looked back at him as she caught herself and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. The other five, with the two boys who'd been on the other motorcycle, crowded into the room and fanned out against the other wall. She noticed that there was a mattress on the floor with only a dirty, rumpled sleeping bag on it.

"Okay," the leader said. "Take off all your clothes." It was so matter-of-fact that she could only look at him open-mouthed with surprise.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes! Is that so hard to understand?"

"No," she said. "You have to be kidding!"

"Bitch. Tell her." One of the girls, obviously called Bitch by this group, smiled at her.

"There's no use, baby. Scorpion said to take your clothes off. You might as well do it or he'll do it for you." She smiled nastily and shrugged her shoulders.

"You can try," she hissed, poising on the bed.

"All right!" the more articulate of the boys from the living room said. "I like to watch this."

The leader smiled evilly and took a step toward her. She kicked out at him but he ducked easily, grabbing her ankle.

"That's the way you want it, that's okay by me," he said. Now she was really frightened and propelled by it. She kicked again and caught his arm so he let her ankle go. She jumped onto the bed as all the boys moved toward her, holding them off with swinging arms and kicks until the leader caught her ankle again as one of the others caught her arm.

Unceremoniously, she was dumped onto her back on the bed's edge and, as she started to scramble again, felt other hands on her arms and legs, holding her down.

"Rope," the leader said. "Pull that shirt off." Hands were on her, pulling the tanktop over her head as she struggled but she never got an arm free for more than a second as it was peeled off. Then she felt a rope wrap around her wrists tightly. She didn't notice it tied to the end of the bed until they let her arms go and she tried to move, only to find she couldn't.

"Flip for the shorts and panties?" the leader said. She watched, aghast, as everyone flipped coins "Okay. It's between the Bitch and Roscoe. Flip again. Yeah. The Bitch gets to do it."

The girl walked toward her, putting the coin back in her tight jeans pocket.

"I told you, you should have just done it yourself," she said with a nasty grin. The girl reached for the button on her shorts and Minni curled and kicked out, catching her solidly in the breast. It knocked her off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"God damn!" she screamed. "The cunt kicked me in the tit." With some pleasure, Minni saw the girl holding her breast gingerly. "Now I gotta get back," she said though her teeth.

She bounded onto the edge of the bed, her back to Minni's lashing legs, and grabbed Minni's nipple roughly, squeezing hard.

"Ow ow ow!" Minni screamed.

"Fucking cunt," the girl said. "Kick me in the tit. I'll twist this sucker all the way off." Minni thought she already was as she screamed. Then, thankfully, the girl let go and Minni lay still. "If you kick me again I'll do it for twice as long. Or I'll get one of the guys to really do it right. Got that?"

She turned slightly and Minni felt her unbutton her shorts and unzip down her hip. Roughly, she pulled them down one hip, down some more, out from under her, and then down in front.

"No dice on the panties, guys," the girl said. "She ain't wearin' none. Just like these rich mall cunts."

"You just wanted a new pair of panties, Bitch," one of the boys said. "Yours rotted through six months ago."

"Hey, fuck you, Snake," she said with a laugh. "So okay. There she is. Stripped down to the pubes. And cute ones they are, too." The girl put her hand on Minni's pubic mound, giving it a rough rub.

Minni opened her eyes, looking at the others for help but as she looked at them, she saw only a mixture of lust and grinning evil. There wasn't a sign of compassion.

"Okay," the leader said loudly over the hubbub of wisecracks. "All of ya get out of here and leave me with my new girlfriend. Go ahead and flip for nexties. Bitch, you're out cause you got to do the shorts."

"Shit. All I got for that was kicked in the tit, Scorpion," she protested.

"Yeah, well. Teach you to keep those hooters out of the way."

"You never complained last night." Everybody laughed.

"I said, get outta here," he repeated and they all filed out the door. "You'll get your audience with the queen here later, baby," he said. "But first I get to see what's down here without a bunch of assholes hanging over my shoulder."

She stared daggers at him, hating him more than anyone or anything she'd ever known. He looked at her face quickly but just looked away at her naked front as he sat down on the edge of the bed, facing toward her feet. She crossed her legs tightly as he pulled lightly at her thigh.

"I know how to control you now, you little bitch. Don't fuck with me." She didn't know what he meant but she wasn't going to do this easily. He reached back absently and put his finger and thumb around her nipple and squeezed.

"Ow, oh, ow," she screamed. "Don't! Stop it!" He eased the pressure.

"Spread your legs real wide for me so I can see everything." She didn't and immediately felt his fingers tighten on her nipple again. She uncrossed her legs but didn't spread them. "Wide, god damn it!" He pinched again and she screamed. She spread her legs further.

"That's better." He let go of her nipple and lifted one leg onto his knee, pushing the other leg further away. She knew she was spread completely and hated it.

Disgustingly, he leaned forward and used both hands to spread her labia.

"I knew you were hot for me," he said. "Look at all this wet down here." With no preamble, his finger slid into her pussy and then back out and up between her labia until he contacted her clit.

"Yeah, fuck. Let's see how fast we can get you off the first time." He looked at his watch. "I'll bet we can do it in less than five minutes."

His finger slid back and forth from deep inside her to her clit, rubbing it several times before delving back into her pussy. She hated it more than she could say but she knew her body was responding to the unrestrained manipulation.

"Yeah, that's it. That's it!" he said as he rubbed and, she knew, her body pumped into his finger.

"No, no, no!" she screamed as she felt her body climaxing. She was crying hard with fear, rage, and frustration at not being able to stop her own body.

"Yeah, that's it!" he howled. Then he seemed to settle down to a strange lack of interest in her. "Yeah. I got first and I get last before the next round," he hissed. He stood up shakily and walked out the door.

Paul knocked on Minni's door, afraid of the reception he might get from her parents but still concerned that he hadn't seen her an hour after she was supposed to arrive. He gulped when Phil answered the door; his worst fears realized.

"Hi," he said.

"Uh, yes sir. My name's Paul and…" Phil interrupted him.

"Come in. You're Minni's boyfriend, right? Come in. Where's Minni?" Paul looked at him with an open mouth.

"Sir?" he said in confusion.

"Minni? She went down to the pool an hour ago. I thought you were meeting her."

"That's why I came here, sir. She hasn't showed up and I was wondering

…" Again Phil interrupted.

"Molly? Didn't Minni go to the pool?" Both Molly and I heard him and exchanged a look of concern. We both went to the door.

"Yes, she did," Molly said.

"I've been there a long time," Paul said. "She didn't come there." I saw the boy's concern.

"You go ahead," I said. "I'll take a look to see if I can find her."

I walked the route I knew Minni and the rest of the kids always took. It didn't take much to see her bag tossed into a bush or the single tire skid marks on the street nearby. I sniffed, perhaps a little more trained in what to smell than most humans, and identified the reek of the bikers and their machines that remained to a trained nose even after more than an hour.

I ran as quickly as I could, vaulting a nearby fence into a backyard and then into the alley behind it. I thought about the dog who had been called Einstein and found myself comfortably on all fours with a nose much better adapted to following trails than the one I'd had a few seconds before. If anyone was watching, they saw Einstein streak out of the alleyway half a block away to run down the sidewalks, almost level to the ground, toward the center of town.

Once there, the heavy traffic somewhat confused the smells of Minni, the bikers, and the motorcycles but the odor remained like a rain swollen stream. It wasn't specific but now broad and allowed a few side trails that had to be quickly checked. The general direction stayed firm toward the highway.

I hoped they hadn't taken her too far away though, I knew, there were several shapes I could assume that could go any distance necessary. My tongue was already hanging out with the effort of running so far but it didn't slow me. I hit an easy pace and continued out the edge of town. At least now I didn't have to cast about quite so much for the scent.

The motorcycles were enough but the scent of Minni's fear was as clear as a bright light hanging in the air in front of me. I didn't like that smell at all.

Though he wanted to be a "big man," he was really little more than a boy and not a very smart boy at that. Minni didn't know and didn't care what they called him or what his real name was. She did care that he had nasty yellowed teeth that helped produce terrible breath as he laid on top of her, pumping like a rutting dog. His grunts had done nothing to excite her as he shot his load inside her quickly.

That had been the good part. He was finished in moments and he hadn't excited her in the least so she felt none of the guilt and frustration she'd felt at the leader's touches.

The door opened again and she sighed with her hatred of the situation and the prospect of more. Because it was the second of the girls didn't matter one way or the other since she felt them all equally disgusting.

"Hi, honey," the girl squeaked. A mousy thing, she had swept her hair to one side and partially shaved it at some time. What remained was long and dirty. What had grown back was just as dirty but only about a quarter of an inch long.

Minni watched her as she pulled the dirty tee-shirt she was wearing over her head to release small, young breasts with smudges of grease still clinging to them in the shape of fingers from the last time one of the boys had touched her there. She peeled off her tight pants and pulled down yellow stained panties that almost made Minni gag at the thought of wearing them.

Her legs were skinny and badly proportioned as was the rest of her body; almost emaciated looking with ribs sticking out. With proper food and someone to care for her, Minni knew the girl could be pretty though still plain. The dullness of ignorance drooped from her lips and eyes.

"I'm glad I got ta come in before you was tired of everybody. I'll be real nice to ya and do stuff that the guys like me to do to them so you'll really like it, I'll bet." Minni doubted it.

"Would you untie my hands?" she asked. The girl looked panic-stricken.

"Oh, no! I couldn't do that! Scorpion would kill me!" She looked at the door as if he would come into the room at just the suggestion of freeing her.

"Then just talk to me and then go away, okay?" Minni tried. The girl shook her head again.

"No. I like to do stuff. And you'll like it too. I just know it." The girl moved to the foot of the bed and started lifting Minni's leg, trying to turn her over. "Turn over, okay?" she said finally, unable to do it.

"What are you going to do?" Minni asked.

"Just turn over. Or maybe I'll have to hurt you like the guys do with me sometimes. But I don't like that, so you won't either. Please? Turn over?" She was whining. Minni wondered how long she could procrastinate but felt that the girl probably wouldn't wait long for fear of losing her turn. Watching her over her shoulder, Minni turned onto her stomach. "Yeah, that's it," the girl said with a wide grin. "That's it."

She crawled up between Minni's legs, spreading them as she did.

"I'd eat you real good if it wasn't for the guys being here first. But I really don't like their taste much. So I'll do different. Okay?" Minni didn't have the vaguest idea of what the girl was talking about at that stage but felt it as the girl kissed her bottom.

"No. Don't," she said mildly. "Please. Just talk to me. Okay?"

But the girl wasn't listening. Instead, she now had her lips between Minni's asscheeks, delving further and further toward her, pushing her legs apart. Then, Minni's stomach turning, she felt the girl probing her asshole with her tongue. She was doing it over and over, faster and faster as if she were obsessed with it.

Minni felt nothing but disgust until the girl's hand found her clit and began manipulating her again.

"Mmm," she moaned. "You taste good!" She was sucking at her asshole now and Minni felt her stomach turning. "It's okay…" the girl moaned, catching her breath quickly, "… if you go. I like that!" Minni was going to be sick. She felt it crawling up her throat, only overcoming it by trying to think of something entirely different. She wondered if she was going to be able to hold out – even through this one girl.

She saw the door open in her peripheral vision but tried not to react. She felt so diminished by what this girl was doing to her and what the girl was doing to herself.

"Oh, shit!" one of the boys said loudly, laughing. "Pussy's sucking ass again."

"Pass her out a little shit cake, sweetie," the other boy said. "Give her a mouth full. She loves it."

The girl was going crazy with her fingers and her tongue in her until Minni couldn't stand all the manipulation in spite of her disgust at what was going on. She could hear what she thought must be all the people standing near the bed.

She almost lost consciousness with the climax when it rolled through her. She wished she could. Wished she could lift herself out of this place with it.

"Hey! She's havin' a come. Look at that! The cunt likes her butt eaten out."

"Well, I'm gonna put something right back in it, right now," another gruff voice said. "Get the fuck out of there, Pussy. You can eat it out after I come in there."

The girl's face moved out from between her legs then, forcibly, Minni thought.

"Oh, come on, guys!" she screamed. "Leave one hole for me. I don't like the taste of your stuff."

"Oh, we'll stick a bottle of Coke in there for you after we're done. Then you can have something to drink with it." There was laughter all around.

One of the men leaned against the bed, pushing his hardness against her asshole painfully. She screamed but it was overwhelmed by another scream. The room went silent.

"Huh?" a boy said across the room.

"What the fuck?" another said.

"Pat?" one of the girls said, forgetting to call the leader by his preferred name. *** I'd run right past the dirt road that turned off the highway but skidded to a stop two long stretching paces past it and rolled into a twisting ball with my own speed and the sudden change in direction. I cut across a corner of the woodlot and back to the dirt road, hardly slowing.

I saw the line of motorcycles, all neatly backed into a line in front of the house. I knew this was it. It took less than a second to decide what form to assume for the next task. I knew the cute dog, even with teeth bared, would have little effect on this pack.

What could have formed as a bark escaped my feral lips as a loud feline scream of anger as I heard Minni scream from inside the house. Five hundred pounds of very angry, heavily maned lion hit the window and shattered it into a million bright slivers.

Landing almost in the middle of the group, I flattened one of the boys and heard his head hit the floor so hard I was mildly afraid I'd killed him. I'd forgotten the killing urge that could totally overcome this huge body – just the smell of fear and blood could drive me into an insane fury.

But I'd come here with the fury already on me. It didn't even require any added stimulus. I foamed at the mouth with it now as I slapped at a black leather clad boy, slamming him into the wall face first. Two boys ran into each other very hard in their opposing efforts to get away. Both dropped to the floor.

Another swing of my massive paw threw a naked girl into a wall with strips of blood running down her back. I roared my anger and watched another boy drop to the floor in a dead faint.

"Snake! Snake! Help!" I heard the leader's voice scream in the hallway. No one else was standing here. The voice was retreating fast. In a second, Sue was standing at the side of the bed Minni laid in, cringing into the wall behind her, her eyes clenched shut tightly and little squeals coming between her lips.

I could feel the drool rolling down my chin and neck, the sweat on my body. I untied the ropes around her hands.

"It's okay. It's me. Sue," I said as softly as I could manage with the heat still on me. I had to let it go quickly. She hadn't opened her eyes but I half forcibly lifted her to her feet and propelled her toward the window. "Get out! Quick! Get your clothes! I'll meet you in a minute!" I was screaming the words. Growling them. I couldn't help myself.

A tawny feline body met the frightened looks of the two people down the hall as I slid into the hallway toward the living room. Again my deep throated scream of anger split the silence of the house as I pursued their retreating backs.

Snake skidded to a stop with a chain in one hand and a switchblade in the other. I hit him so hard I felt ribs crack when we both hit the kitchen wall.

The Bitch – a snarling, hissing look of pure hatred on her face -threw a butcher knife in my direction as she backed toward the door. It skittered across the floor after glancing off the tough hide of my haunch. My snarl was much more effective than hers had been and she paled as I closed the one step to her and knocked her through the screen door. She was piled there as I jumped over her, smelling the strong urine smell of Scorpion, the leader, beyond.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Minni, her clothes clutched to her front, running down the road, looking back at me with fear in her eyes. Good, I thought.

I stopped and licked some of the foam off my lips before walking quickly toward Scorpion – crashing through the trees nearby. He wouldn't get very far I knew with a smile that curled my huge lips. I roared again and heard him babbling incoherently a little way away.

He was white with fear as he stood, hilariously, in the trees wearing boots, dirty shorts, and his leather jacket. I bounded to within three feet of him and stopped. I looked down, seeing the front of his shorts stain yellow and smelling the strong odor of his released bowels. His eyes turned up in his head and he went over backward like a felled tree.

I put my massive paw in the middle of his stomach and, a moment later when he regained gibbering consciousness, was still holding it there. As he looked down at it, I flexed out the three inch claws that had brought down 2,000 pound Buffalo bulls in the African svelte. Each of the four pierced his skin easily, though not deeply, as his entire body vibrated with fear.

Easing now that my fury had passed, they retreated from his skin but remained extended slightly as I brushed down his body, leaving little lines of blood to his shorts. I pulled them down and licked his flaccid dick with a tongue that outweighed his arm. Smiling in a way that showed all the sharp teeth I sported, I watched him faint from fear again.

Finished, I walked away.

A tall, sleek thoroughbred mare trotted to Minni's side a minute later. I stood in front of her until she finished putting her clothes on and then nudged her until she crawled onto my back. We loped easily back to town in the next hour.

She was looking at me strangely as she got off my back as I sidled up to the fence behind our house. Then, showing off, I reared magnificently and trotted across the open field away from her.