The Boys In The Band

"Lay down here," Jerry offered, and cleared a sofa section for Jenna to recline on. She clumsily fell onto the seat, sliding her legs over the wooden edge and onto the comfortable cushions marking the bench area.

"Are you alright?" he asked again.

* * * * *

Her body began to return to an equilibrium familiar to her, and she rose off the bed and stumbled toward the door that would bring her one step closer to her own room and the safe confines of a bed in which she could sleep alone.

"Are you sure you’re alright?" he questioned, placing his sturdy arm reassuringly around her waist as they walked.

Jenna smiled weakly. "Yes, don’t worry about me."

"Call me,"Jerry whispered into her ear, and he handed her the key she’d dropped, smiling and turning to head back to his own hotelroom.

* * * * *

The hour was entirely unclear to Jenna, though the sound was all too familiar: a door was shutting somewhere in the room.

"That has got to be the best sex I have ever had," Debbie sighed and nearly sang to her friend. "That man has got a cock on him."

Jenna frowned. This was more than she needed to know about the aforementioned male.

"Have you ever been with a guy that had a tongue like a butterfly?" she continued, though Jenna had stopped listening. "He just made me cum over and over and over."

"You said that about that drummer in that band we saw in April," the brunette offered.

"This is different."

"And that guitarist in that band Sad Fame."

"He wasn’t attractive, though."

Her friend grimaced.

"Jenna, I’m talking BEST SEX OF MY LIFE, and I’ve had a LOT of sex, you know."

"I know," Jenna sighed, and continued and returned her head to the pillow it longed to reside on.

"Is something wrong?" Debbie inquired.

Jenna dismissed her concern, assured Debbie that everything was fine and that all she needed was sleep.

* * * * *

What she could remember of that night had seemed so innocent: from Jerry’s invitation to Debbie’s fascination with the drummer. She could remember entire conversations, quotes, and picture what every one was wearing. Why could she not remember this one thing?

"Run through what you remember, maybe it’ll come to you," Debbie offered, concerned but not affected.

"It’s pointless," Jenna frowned.

"Why? If you can remember exactly what Danny said to you at the bar that first night, the words Jerry uttered into your ear as we left...Why can’t you remember what happened in that lounge?"

"I don’t know," she huffed. "I try but I can’t."

"Start at the beginning," Debbie prodded, nestling into a leopard cushioned chair across from Jenna’s bed.

"Let me see," Jenna started. "We left here around 8PM, got to the club around 9PM, right?"

"That’s about what I’d say."

"We each had a soda and waited for the bands to start..."

Debbie interjected. "Don’t forget the two hotties that were flirting with us by the pool tables."

"Yeah, there was them, and then the band came on," Jenna sighed. "I just remember waking up this morning in pain. I was in Jerry’s hotelroom and I don’t know how I got there....I’m not a slut, Debbie," she began to cry.

"Can you remember anything else," Debbie encouraged.

"I’m not sure I want to."

"Try."

"I hurt, Debbie," Jenna cried. "Like...." her voice trailed off.

"After rough sex?"

Jenna’s tears burst from her, the girl curled into a tight ball and rocked back and forth on her bed. Debbie joined her friend on the bed, hugging her in comfort and support.

"You don’t think...?" Jenna asked, scared, afraid of the answer Debbie might offer.

"They raped you? Jenna, I don’t know," Debbie sighed. She wanted to tell her friend no, why would a group of men who could have any woman they wanted need to force themselves upon anyone; though her love for her best friend got the better of her and she kept her mouth shut.

Jenna loosened her grip on Debbie and stared at her friend. Eyes puffy and cheeks red, she offered, "Would they do something like that? Oh god, Debbie, tell me they wouldn’t do something like that."

Debbie was silent.

"Would they?"

"I don’t know, Jenna. I don’t know."

"I thought you knew them?" Jenna returned to sobbing. "I thought I could trust them?"

* * * * *

The nightmare was constant and recurring. No details ever changed.

"Jenna? Jenna, are you okay?" Jerry asked, standing over the unconscious female.

No response.

"Dave, come here," he yelled.

"She’s out, man, finally," the scrawny guitarist responded, entering the back lounge to stand alongside his bandmate.

The males stood, staring at the helpless female. They watched as her breathing evened out and she began to toss and turn lightly.

"She won’t remember anything, will she?" Jerry asked, nervously.

"Dude, I told you. I’ve used this shit before; they never remember a thing," was the response he received.

Jenna felt someone enter her from behind and place his weight on top of her. His thrusts were hurried and voracious, each forward stroke driving her head lightly into the wooden arm of the bench she lay pinned down on.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted into her ear.

She felt someone tug on her hair.

"Suck it, bitch."

She was faintly aware of the presence of a cock in front of her face, though she made no move to obey his command.

"I said suck it," Dave said with anger, and slammed her head roughly against the wooden bench.

Oral sex had been foreign to her; in fact, she was still a virgin in many ways. She stared blankly at the penis in front of her, noticing the bumps and bulges of its veins and the pink scabs that covered the skin in various patches across its short length. He pushed it to her lips, and Jenna opened to allow its passage, unaware of how to proceed further to obey the overhanging command.

"Roll your tongue around," he offered, then began to laugh. "Fuck, Jerr, I think this bitch is a virgin."

There was no answer.

"Jerry?" the victim whispered, groggily.

He responded by driving into her with a more aggressive thrust and a faster tempo.

"Jerry, please stop, you’re hurting me," she whined.

"Shut up," Dave barked.

The young female lay crying.

"Suck it harder, cunt," the guitarist barked.

Suddenly, Jerry pulled out and shot his cum all over Jenna’s ass. She felt it pool on her lower back, and she turned to face in the male’s direction.

"Look at it run down her ass, man," Jerry scoffed. "What a hot bitch."

For the first time that night, she caught a glance of Jerry’s dick. Her stomach turned as she realized it had just violated her, ripping into her most secretive parts, unwanted, bringing harm. It wasn’t exceptionally large, close to 5'’ at best, though it was extremely thick around, perhaps as wide as her wrist, she surmised.

"On your knees," Jerry demanded.

Jenna glared at him, but made no move. She felt unable to control her muscles, paralyzed by fear, intoxicated by whatever it was the men had slipped into her drink.

Jerry grabbed her, dislodging David’s cock from her oral cavity in the process. He pulled her to her knees, her dress above her waist, her still covered chest resting on the ledge of the bench.

"Let’s lose this," Dave stated, tearing the silken fabric of Jenna’s dress from her 110 pound frame.

"And this," Jerry smiled, raising her bra over her chest.

The pair stood and eyed their handiwork.

"She’s beautiful," Dave sighed. "Too bad we can’t keep her around."

The audacity of the thought propelled the males into laughter.

"She’ll be back," Jerry quipped.

The brunette kneeled behind Jenna, teasing her nipples with his fingers, burying his nose in her neck and equally brunette locks.

"This might hurt," he whispered.

Jenna cried, mewing, "No, please, no."

She knew it was hopeless. She felt Jerry’s fingers push into her asshole, probing her insides and stretching her for his next invasion.

"NO!" she screamed.

"Shut the fuck up," Dave shouted, smacking the young girl across the face. He had seated himself on the bench in front of Jenna, the perfect location to have Jenna continue with her oral pleasuring.

Jenna whimpered. Behind her she felt Jerry adding another finger to his onslaught with each successive moment. Before her, Dave sat stroking his now fully erect cock.

"I’m saving this for you," Dave smiled.

She glanced upward, peering into his once kind, gentle eyes. The male’s demeanor was now filled with lust, his eyes reflecting a cold promise that Jenna’s night would not soon be over.

"Try not to tense up," Jerry whispered, blowing into her ear as men often did when courting a willing female specimen.

The pain she felt as he began to apply pressure from behind her was immense, tears coursed down her cheeks, her hands gripped the bench ledge tightly. "Please, stop," she heard herself say, though Jerry never paused or let up.

"Oh fuck," he panted. "She is tight!"

Dave laughed. "I told you, man, she’s a fuckin virgin."

Jerry continued to inch into Jenna’s ass, adding about an inch every passing minute. When it felt like he’d been applying pressure for an hour, he stopped, and Jenna felt his pubic hair press against her ass.

"I’m in," he panted. "Fuck, Jenna, fuck. Does it hurt?"

The girl cried. She’d ceased clinging to the bench and taken the hands that Dave offered her. She grasped onto the sitting male tightly, and lay her head between his thighs. Her eyes rolled and her breath came uneasily. Her small pupils focused on Jerry behind her, and she whispered, "Yes, oh god, yes," unsure of what he had expected her to retort.

"I’ll let you get used to it," he stated as though he were doing her some great favor.

"Please, please, take it out," she cried. "It hurts so bad, it’s so big."

Jerry and his bandmate laughed. "I’ve always prided myself on having a decent wang," Jerry quipped and rubbed the girl’s back.

"Ready?" he laughed, knowing the girl would never be ready for what she was about to experience.

"Please," Jenna whimpered.

"Go to it," Dave laughed, giving Jerry the signal to begin removing his dick from the girl’s rosebud.

"No, no, no," she sputtered as she tossed her head from side to side.

Just as she began to wonder if perhaps it might be all over, Jerry drove himself back into her roughly and pulled right back out. He began repeating the thrusts in rapid succession, as he had only moments before in her swollen vagina.

"Hurts," she heaved.

Dave laughed, though he continued to rub his thumbs over the flesh of her grasping hands. He could tell she was in pain, and it brought a tingle to his pulsing cock.

The whole of the event lasted approximately ten minutes. Jerry withdrew his hard knob after he’d cum inside Jenna’s ass, cum spewing out of the attacked orifice and dripping down the girls bruised thighs.

"Fuck that’s sexy," Dave muttered as Jenna touched a finger to her thigh, unsure of what was gliding down her supple flesh.

"Oh my god," she cried.

"Chill out," Jerry laughed as he toweled himself off.

Dave guided the kneeling girl into his lap, placing her face just inches from his own. "I want you," he smiled calmly, assuringly to the brunette.

She felt his hand underneath them, rubbing his glistening cock and parting her labia to allow him entrance into her already violated genitalia.

"Sit down," he instructed her.

She did so, accepting of the fact that for tonight, she was their fucktoy.

Dave raised her up, then slammed her back down several times; impaling her on his unit. He wasn’t nearly as thick as his bandmate, though the males were equal in length. As she rode his cock, she listened to the sounds of Jerry’s breathing, heavy and close, somewhere behind her in the lounge.

"Oh shit," she heard him mutter. "Oh shit, I’m hard again."

She understood what that meant for her, and the thought of once again being violated brought a large tear to the corner of her right eye.

"Lean forward," she heard him say as he pushed her breasts straight toward Dave’s face.

The blonde’s lips opened to accept her large pink nipple, and she felt Jerry’s hands run across her exposed backside once again.

"Oh god," she thought, "He’s not going to do that again."

Jerry began to push, impossibly, into her ass. The pain of having a cock inside both her holes renewed Jenna’s cries and screams. She tried to calm herself as Dave placed his hand over her mouth, though she was unable to cease her mews altogether.

Both males pushed in and out of her for what seemed like an eternity. Her body was exhausted and her ass felt on fire from the reaming that Jerry was giving it. The feeling of Dave’s cock pushing her walls even tighter around Jerry’s rod would have, under any other circumstances, been an extreme turn-on to Jenna. Unfortunately, however, the situation was beyond her control, and not what she had wanted. The pain of the males pounding her in time, together- Jerry impaling her on Dave, Dave impaling her on Jerry- was more than she could bare at the current moment.

"Jesus christ," she heard a man state. "What the fuck?"

She could not turn herself enough to see over Jerry’s large frame, though she was eye to eye with David when he yelled, "Danny, get the fuck out of here."

The drummer stood for a moment, watching the threesome, and turned to exit the lounge. A few moments later, another of the bandmembers entered the room, and placed himself alongside the copulating trio.

"Fuck, guys," he smirked, "Why didn’t you call me?"

Jerry paused, lodging himself deep inside of Jenna and bringing a gentle shriek from the girl.

"We’ve been somewhat busy," was his response.

Jenna felt someone place themselves heavily onto the sofa alongside the copulating threesome. The pain she felt detracted from her desire to observe the latest participant, though, within a mere five minutes, she felt a hand pass over the curves of her stomach and caress her breasts from between Dave and herself.

"You getting in on this, dude?" the guitarist questioned.

"I’m watching," came the slow drawl of the mystery male.

Jenna’s eyes turned toward her left long enough to distinguish the band’s second guitarist, Michael, who’d been Debbie’s first conquest of the early afternoon.

"Please help me," she begged pathetically, hoping to find an ally in this newest participant.

The warm brown eyes were frozen into a cold stare as they met her own, equally brown irises, and she heard him laugh cruelly as he smiled and winked at her from his position on the sofa. Her eyes pleaded with him for a few fleeting moments, though as the male removed his hardened cock from inside the tightness of his black jeans, she understood that he would not be her savior.

"Where’d you find her?" he questioned as he stroked himself in plain view of Jenna and his bandmates.

Jenna cried out with pain as Jerry shot into her asshole once more, pulled out, and answered his bandmate as though they were sharing Sunday tea. "She’s the little bitch that I was with last night, remember? I gave her the room number and put her and her friend on the list?"

"The slut friend?"

"Yeah."

"She was a fuckin whore," muttered the male, his breath coming in heaving gusts as he continued to bring himself toward climax. "Sucked my cock then moved onto Brian."

His smile grew.

"And you know what that means."

"That she got it like this one got it," Dave laughed, raising Jenna off of his lap and cumming all over her milky thighs.

"Come here," Mike uttered, crooking his finger and gesturing toward Jenna.

She made no move to obey.

"Come here, woman," he repeated.

She found comfort in the fact that he had not chosen other nouns that his bandmates used so passively, but all the same, she felt no desire to partake in the events that the guitarist was demanding her participation in.

His hand reached to take hers, the firm grip guiding her down onto her knees in front of his opened legs. She knew what he wanted, though her brain was seemingly not reacting or processing the information it was receiving.

"Suck it," he moaned, his hand still gripping the long shaft.

"Please don’t make me," she pleaded but to no avail.

As her lips met the tip of the offered cock, Mike’s orgasm peaked, his hand jerked free, and he shot his load onto Jenna’s pink lips and curled eyelashes.

"Jesus Christ, guys," she heard a familiar voice utter.

"Would you get lost, man?" Jerry demanded.

"Her friend keeps asking for her," the intruder retorted, "What the fuck am I supposed to tell her? That you’ve got the girl fucked up on roofies and your banging her in every hole she’s got?"

Jenna’s vision was failing her in ways she’d never known before, but she made out the outline of the male in the doorway. Her aching muscles offered up what little energy they had left, and she began to crawl toward the intruding male.

"Please," she squeaked, though Jerry grabbed her by the hair before she could even grasp the black shoe that she’d aimed for.

"Fuck, guys, FUCK," he muttered.

"Danny, fucking get lost," Dave ordered, pulling his t-shirt and laminate back over his mass of blond curls.

Jenna heard a groveling and then the door slammed. Her heart sank, realizing her one and only hope was for a rescue from Danny and he’d just abandoned her.

"No ones coming to help you," Dave laughed, running his worn hands through Jenna’s knotted locks.

"Don’t taunt her, man," Jerry muttered as he scribbled something onto a small sheet of paper and handed it to Mike, who was now clothed and waiting by the small oak door.

"Let her go, guys," Mike sighed. "Her friends gonna come looking for her."

None of the men made any move to gather Jenna’s tattered dress and fix up the battered female. As she curled up into a ball, hiding in the corner of the sofa, the room began to blur again and she lost her orientation and the world went black.