[WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT OF A TRIGGERING NATURE]
“There,” Nancy said after finishing tying Eddie’s arms and legs to her living room sofa. “That should hold you.”
“I’m saying this for the fiftieth time,” he said, squirming in discomfort at the rope fibres cutting into his skin. “This is ridiculous.”
“Would you rather be lured away to your death by those Sirens?” she asked. “This is the only way we can keep you safe…you know, from wandering off.”
“What if I need to use the bathroom?”
“I told you. I’ll untie you. Now, I’m really tired from all the stress of today. I’m going to sleep. I’ll leave the bedroom door open, so shout and wake me up if you need to use the bathroom.”
“What if you don’t wake up when I shout?”
“I will,” she said. “I’m a light sleeper.”
She left the living room, went into her bedroom, and collapsed on her bed without even bothering to undress. Within five minutes, she fell asleep.
In her dream, she found herself in a pub just a few blocks away from her apartment. She was sitting at the bar, drinking from a bottle of Molson Canadian.
A group of handsome young men in navy blue and black suits walked up to her.
“Hi!” one of them said to her. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Well…” she said, then gulped down the rest of her beer. “OK.” The whole pub area was a blur to her, except for most of the men’s faces, which looked familiar to her.
“We come to this pub all the time, but we’ve never seen you here,” one of them said. “It must be because you’re so pretty, you don’t need to find a man to pick you up.”
She giggled and blushed.
“Yeah,” another of them said. “You must have a boyfriend.”
“No,” she said with another giggle and blush. “I’m not taken…yet.”
“Hoo-hoo!” all of the young men groaned.
“We have ourselves a contest for your charms,” the first of them said, getting another giggle out of her. They began singing Cole Porter’s “All of You.”
As they charmed her with their singing, one of them took her by the hands and danced with her. They all got to the door of the pub, one of them opened it, and all of them went outside, all the time singing the song and getting giggles out of her.
(Their tight, flawless five-part vocal harmony so enchanted Nancy that she couldn’t hear the voice of her brother calling her name and shouting, “Hey, where are you going? Come back! Untie me!” as she went out the door of her apartment.)
She danced out the front door of the apartment building, giggling as she heard the singing. She went several blocks down the sidewalk, past the actual pub of her dream, then a few blocks further until she saw one of the men open the door to an apartment building. She went in, still charmed by their singing.
Where have I seen their faces before? she wondered as they got into an elevator. In old photos? In the newspaper?
They reached the third floor, then got out. She saw one of them unlock the door to his apartment, and they all danced in together to the Cole Porter melody.
No sooner had she come into the living room than one of them grabbed her and began kissing her. With his face up close, she recognized it as Tor’s.
Wait a minute, she thought. He’s dead!
The other boys crowded around her, aggressively feeling her up and unbuttoning her shirt. Another hand unzipped her pants.
“No…no!” she said, trying to push them off.
Her shirt was torn off, and her pants were pulled down to her ankles. She kept trying to fight them off, but she couldn’t. Tor unclipped her bra, and he grabbed her exposed breasts.
“No!” she screamed. “Help!”
Tor slapped her hard. Someone pulled her panties down to her ankles, then removed them, along with her pants, shoes, and socks. She looked down and recognized the one undressing her as Ari.
She felt someone behind her removing the bra strap off her shoulders and arms. She looked back and saw Virgil tossing her bra across the living room.
Now completely naked, Nancy was laid on the floor on her back. The five young men unzipped their flies and exposed themselves. She turned her head away in disgust. One of the boys mounted her. It was Tor.
She tried to push him off, but he balled up his raised fist, so she stopped resisting.
“Good girl,” he said, then slid inside.
She screamed from the stabbing against her vaginal walls, then felt someone raise and spread her legs; then she felt him spit on her anus. She shuddered and looked down to see who he was: it was Ari, pushing in. She groaned from this next stabbing.
Chad sat on her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut the split second she saw him put his erection between her breasts. He squeezed them around it and began rocking back and forth, just like the stabbers in her vagina and anus. His zipper was scraping against her lower chest, cutting a bleeding mark there.
Now, someone sat on her shoulders. The foul smell of urine indicated his much-too-close erection. She looked up and saw the one face that, up until now, had been blurry.
Eddie was force-feeding his erection into her mouth.
She whined and squeezed her eyes shut. He pushed so far in, she gagged.
“When do I get a turn?” Virgil said.
“I’m…almost…done!” Ari grunted. “Oh!” He came.
Ari got out of the way and zipped himself up. Virgil took his place, ramming it in.
“Mmmph!” she screamed, with a full mouth, at the painful tearing of her anus and rectal walls. This can’t be real, she thought. My rapists are all dead, and Eddie would never do this to his own sister.
The ordeal continued for several more minutes.
This must be a nightmare, yet it feels so real, she thought. Is it the ghosts of Serena’s victims? Wait: is this all her doing?
Finally, the other four rapists orgasmed, Eddie having pulled out and come on her face.
She opened her eyes, but instead of seeing Eddie and his friends, she saw the three Sirens, all crouching around her.
Nancy had all of her clothes on: no ejaculate was dripping down her face. It was as if the rape hadn’t happened.
“That is what they did to me,” the brunette said.
“And that is why they must all die,” the blonde said, with the exact same voice as the brunette’s.
“Including Eddie,” the redhead said, also in the exact same voice.
“Serena?” Nancy asked in sighs. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” all three answered, but in only one voice. “Though I don’t look like any of these three.”
“Where am I?” Nancy asked, catching her breath.
“In Virgil’s apartment,” Serena said through the Sirens’ mouths. “It’s not so many blocks from yours. You’ll have no problem getting back home as soon as you’re outside. Eddie’s waiting, by the way.”
“Have you done anything to him?” Nancy asked in a tremulous voice.
“No, he’s safe, still tied to your sofa,” Serena said. “You’d better get back to him, though. He needs to pee.” She laughed to herself. “I’ll take care of him later.”
Nancy got up, still shaking. She was surprised to feel no vaginal or anal injuries, no cut from a zipper on her lower chest, and no foul, urinary, penile taste in her mouth.
But she couldn’t stop shaking.
The Sirens disappeared. Nancy waited for her heart to slow down.
“It wasn’t real,” she whispered breathily. “What just happened to me. It couldn’t have been real.”
“It was real for me, though,” Serena said, a buzzing intonation in Nancy’s ears. “I’m sorry I put you through that. I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy; but I had to get you to understand. What they did to me was unforgivable, and your brother was a part of it, not just the passive spectator you want to believe he was. You won’t like hearing this, but he must die with the others. Don’t try to stop me. You know what I can do to you. That bookstore owner won’t be able to help you, either.”
“You’re not the only one with power, Serena,” Nancy said, still shaking. “I’ll punish Eddie in my own way. Still, he’s my brother. Don’t you touch him!”
She listened for a reply, but got none.
I guess she’s gone, Nancy thought. “As for you, Eddie, you and I are going to have a little talk when I get home.”
She walked with staggering legs to the door and left the apartment building.