I tried to grab Callie’s arms to keep her from hitting the dead man again but she shoved me away. I turned my attention to the group of men coming from the back end of the bus. I hit a haggard looking man in a high-visibility hoodie and dirty jeans who was missing half his teeth. I swung the handle to strike a man with dreadlocks but his pants were extremely baggy in the crotch and I couldn’t reach his scrotum. I realized almost too late his balls were above the waistline of his pants and I speared him in the nuts with my handle. The group seemed to multiply and we were going to get swarmed if we didn’t get the hell out of there soon.
Another couple of bangs sounded as Megan kicked at the bus door before a defiant screech and protest of metal rewarded her.
Megan yelled, “Get on the bus!”
I turned and observed Eunice running for the bus. She screamed, “Shut the door!” at the monastery door I couldn’t see around the bus.
The sounds of Doris’ scream could barely be heard over the chaos.
Megan yelled from within the bus, “Get on the fucking bus!”
Eunice jumped on the first step and turned to face the oncoming crowd. She yelled at me, “Come on!” as the bus roared to life.
The men were only a few feet between Callie and I. And there were ten feet between us and the bus door. I threw down my handle and wrapped my arms around Callie’s waist and tried to lift her. She wasn’t heavy but I wasn’t strong either. And she began screaming and flailing like a wild animal, which threw me off balance, and we both went down. She fell on top of the dead man and I landed on her. My apron came untied in the tussle and it lay on the ground out of my reach once I rolled off Callie and onto my back. She scuttled on all fours beside me. Her bent knee opposite me somehow slipped through the long shoulder strap of her purse, hindering her movements.
Then the men were on us before we could get back to our feet.
A man in skinny jeans and a flannel shirt with an overgrown beard stooped and grabbed my ankle. I kicked him in the balls with my free foot and he landed on top of me. A naked man jumped on top of Callie. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties down as she screamed and struggled under him. I wrestled with the dead weight of the man on top of me and tried to beat at the man on top of Callie. The man on top of her must’ve penetrated her because her screams turned into something inhuman and he dropped all of his weight on her to pin her flat to the ground.
The dead man was lifted from me by another man who was naked and looked to weigh nearly three hundred pounds and was covered in weeping sores. I rolled onto my side to help Callie and kicked at the fat man wildly. I tried to wedge my hand between Callie and the man on top of her, desperately grabbing for his balls. The large man somehow managed to drop to his knees, flip me over on my stomach, and get between my legs, obstructing my ability to kick him. He began yanking at the waistband of my pants. The man raping Callie grabbed a fistful of her hair and smashed her head into the pavement twice. He told her women were meant to be seen and not heard before he slammed her head onto the ground one more time and she went limp and silent.
I screamed and clawed my way from beneath the man above me. I shredded the skin on the palms of my hands on the pavement. The fat man jerked at my pants. The waistband slipped over my hips, a button or snap scratching my hips, and my underwear went with them. He managed to pull them down to my ankles but they got caught up on my shoes as I crawled away from him and toward the underside of the bus. The dirty pavement bit and scraped my skin but the pain was a dim echo amidst my howling hysteria. I kicked wildly at my pants binding my ankles until my shoes and socks slipped from my feet and I was free. I crawled under the bus, destroying my knees in the process.
There was a spinning shaft on the underside of the vehicle and I choked on the heavy fumes of the diesel exhaust. From the underside I could see all the men swarming the folding door and converging around Callie. I called to Callie and tried to grab for her hand to pull her out from under the man but the fat man grabbed at me. I pulled back and in a fleeting second I took in Callie’s ruined face and her wide unseeing eyes as her head had turned to the side. And I knew she was dead as the man on top of her continued to fuck her.
I don’t know what happened then. There was a hiccup in time as my heart and mind tried to process there was no way I could save Callie. So many thoughts came at once it felt as if my brain would explode. My chest was heavy and cold and the ground appeared to rush up to meet me even though I wasn’t falling or moving at all. I was stuck there staring at the unknowing eyes of the woman I loved in a necromantic cuckold that bleached out everything I ever knew or loved. I felt hollow and exhausted. This was what it came to. Just things. We were just things they saw to use however they wanted and when they were done with us we would be snuffed out like a flame.
I came back to myself when the fat man tried to grab my wrist. He was under the bus and moved faster than I anticipated. My vision was blurred from tears I didn’t know I was crying. I started crawling for the back of the bus as I didn’t see the feet of anyone back there. The man grabbed my ankle as I reached the back of the bus. I rolled onto my back and grabbed the bumper of the bus, burning my forearm on the hot exhaust pipe in the process. I hung on for dear life as the man yanked my leg with one hand and prodded at my exposed pussy with the fingers of his other hand. I screamed right before he slipped a finger inside of me. I kicked with my free leg and tilted my head to scream toward the outside of the bus. He managed to get hold of my other ankle and spread my legs open. My thigh muscles pulled as I fought against him and he forced his girth between them. I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. I tried desperately to pull myself free of him but once he lifted his large belly and laid his weight on me I was pinned.
He pushed his penis inside of me and the delicate skin of my vagina tore as my muscles tensed in a defense mechanism to keep him out. He put his sweaty face near mine and I was forced to hear his labored breathing and grunting as he began to rape me. The burn was immense and renewed each time he thrust into me and somehow, through everything happening, I couldn’t help but think about how my father bullied me and told me I should at least try to fuck men and how would I know what I was missing if I didn’t at least try it once and at the time I’d thought, Sex with a man would be awful.
The man’s weight and the force of his fucking pushed me across the pavement and I could feel bits and pieces of gravel biting and scraping my buttocks.
The back door of the bus flew open.
“Help me!” I screamed.
I couldn’t see who was at the door but heard Eunice yell, “She’s back here!”
The bus bounced and Eunice was on the ground and had hold of my wrists, pulling while the man continued to defile me. His fucking was actually helping to push me a few inches out from under the vehicle.
“I need help!” Eunice called. “He’s too fat!”
I heard Megan run down the length of the bus before she landed beside Eunice. Each of them grabbed one of my forearms and pulled with everything they had. It felt like they would rip my arms out of their shoulder sockets. The pavement tore the skin on my ass as they pulled me out from under the man. He licked and slobbered wherever his face came into contact with me and his nails tore at my blouse and naked legs as the women managed to free me. My legs and thighs were weak and I wasn’t able to stand well on my own. The two women managed to lift me and nearly throw me in the back door of the vehicle as the fat man swung his arms wildly to try to catch one of us. I landed on the floor face down and the two almost trampled me as they boarded and shut and locked the door.