The Nine Lives of Felicia Miller Read Online Free Page A

Oh God, Crystal, I hope you told someone. Please God make her tell!
    “My parents will be looking for me. And Crystal knows right where I am,” she bluffed. “I told her where I was going. They’ll be here any minute.”
    “Yeah?” Wally said skeptically, finally dropping his cartoon accent. “Who?”
    “Mr. Baxter. I told her to tell Mr. Baxter.”
    She saw one of the boys flinch nervously and look to Wally for a cue. He just stood calmly, as if considering her threat. “Let me go now or you’ll all be in trouble,” she said, emboldened by their silence. “Big trouble. Trouble even your father can’t fix.”
    Wally broke his silence with a loud guffaw. After years of his father covering his ass, he was immune to such idle threats.  His massive fingers clawed slowly down the front of Felicia’s belly, poking and pinching her tender flesh, wriggling under the waistband of her panties.
    “Stop it! You’ll be sorry! You’ll all be sorry!” Felicia gasped aloud as Wally’s callused fingertips pushed through the downy hair between her legs, and brushed against her tenderest nub of flesh. “Stop it! Please… no!” She couldn’t believe how far they were pushing things. “You can’t let him do this! You’ll all go to prison!”
    “Well then, we’d better make it worth our while,” muttered Wally. “Eh, boys?”
    Felicia bucked her body desperately, but the big goon had a rock solid hold on her arm, and another boy grabbed her from behind, restricting whatever leverage she had. She felt the hardness in his pants as he pressed his groin against her soft bottom, and she knew she was in for real trouble. It wasn’t just Wally now.
    Wally pulled her kimono open and ripped her bra down in one violent motion, exposing her naked breasts. Her skin was pale as ivory in the fog-filtered moonlight, her nipples hard and thick in the cold night air.
    “No! Stop now! Please! You can’t do this! Please… one of you… someone… help me! Oh God oh God.”
    One of the boys swayed uncertainly as if he might bolt from the scene, but then he settled down and joined the party.
    “You say no but your nippies say yes,” Wally chuckled, giving her rigid nipples a savage twist. Felicia cried out in pain. Wally pushed her backwards. The boy behind her lowered her somewhat gently to the ground and pushed her arms down.
    Felicia was sobbing aloud and twisting her hips, a desperate last-ditch attempt to fend off what was inevitable. The boy behind her put his knees on her arms, pinning her to the ground with all his weight.
    “Please no,” she whispered, suddenly sounding tiny and frail and helpless. “I’m… a virgin.”
    No sooner had the last word slipped from her mouth than it was eclipsed by a piercing shriek and a coarse grunt as Wally brutally entered her.
    A litany of groans and sobs and finally subdued silence followed, as Felicia grew numb with pain and horror and retreated to a dark lonely corner of her consciousness.
    One by one they took her, taking turns holding her down and forcing their squalid attentions on her face and her breasts and between her legs. Her eyes stayed closed and her mind remained hidden away in the dark empty place, but jolts of pain and slivers of unwanted sensation broke through now and then to force her to acknowledge the ordeal. She felt like she’d been swallowed whole by the devil himself as the hot breath of the boys met the chilly air around her. Their greedy hands groped and squeezed her delicate flesh. Their tongues slathered her everywhere with cold wet drool.
    The nightmare dragged on for what seemed an eternity before the boys were all finally spent and beginning to feel some guilt and some fear that they might be caught if they lingered at the scene of the crime any longer.
    Felicia lay in a stony daze, her mind withdrawn from the ugly reality. She didn’t even notice as the gang slipped away into the night, dissolving into the fog like ghostly bandits. Slowly she came