I don't remember whose idea it was to go to this party. I'm also not sure if it was a very good idea. We were in a bar close by when somebody said it would be cheaper to get drunk at his house nearby. That was some time ago now. It was fun in the beginning. People got drunk, then later too drunk, got into fights and finally went home. And now we ended up with just four of us sitting around the kitchen table.
Krissy has been dancing all evening in her own special, challenging and above all teasingly slutty way, winding all the guys up, making them undress her with their eyes but never letting them come close. She has that habit of really heating parties up. I danced with her for a short while but when she tried to stick her tongue down my throat I cut it off. I'm not in the mood and what I feel for her I don't want to flaunt in public at a party.
Now it seems she's passed out at the kitchen table, snoring like she's cutting down a whole forest. So it's just me and these two guys trying to keep the conversation going. I don't know them but they seem ok to me. Actually I think they're both quite handsome, if they just wouldn't have been this drunk. I don't know their names and I didn't bother to ask. Besides, the conversation is going around in circles with the guy opposite of me talking about a race car he's building in his shed and then moving to that one time he played spin the bottle and asking me if I'm interested. But I don't think so. I decide it's time to call it a day and go sleep it off.
"You know what guys," I say, "I think it's time for us to go home."
I get up and walk to her, trying to wake her up. No reaction at all.
"Sweetie! Wake up, it's time to get you in bed. Come on now." I say in her ear, shaking her.
No reaction. Shit. She has totally passed out. I think to myself.
One of the guys, the one with the black hair and the short beard (was he the owner of the house?) says, "We can put her to sleep on the sofa. It'll be ok and you can go home."
He obviously tries to sound trustworthy but something about the situation just doesn't feel right.
"I think I will call a taxi." I reply.
"There are no taxis in this neighborhood," he says, "it's too far from the centre. Just go home, we will take good care of your friend."
'Fuck.' I think to myself. 'I can't just leave her here. These guys are much too eager to keep her here. And although this is probably Krissy's own fault I feel kind of responsible for her. Most girls think she is a bitch and most guys think she's an easy slut but now that I've gotten to know her a bit better, it seems to me she's mostly clumsy. And over enthusiastic too. She would've probably tried to have talked me into a slumber party and have a foursome with her and these creeps, if she were conscious. But even if she gets us in trouble sometimes, I like her. A lot.
Hmmm, if I find a way to bring her back home with me then I'll be her knight in shining armor. She could sleep it off in my bed. Who knows what will happen?' I take a look at my phone. 'It's four o'clock in the morning. Who can I call for help?' I make up my mind.
"You know guys, I guess it's okay. I can go home alone too. Can I just visit the bathroom before I leave? All these beers you know?" I manage to squeeze out some kind of smile that feels more like a grin. I'm getting quite nervous now.
"Yeah, upstairs to the right. Have a safe trip home," one of the guys says.
Once in the bathroom I immediately call my brother for help. He picks up the phone after a long time and asks with a sleepy voice what's the matter. I explain to him the situation and he immediately tells me he's coming to pick us up.
"I will be there as soon as possible," he says, "just make sure you wait at the end of the street so I can find you."
Ever since what happened in the work shed, he has been like putty in her hands, I think he's trying to make it up to her. He is such a sweet guy. Since he has to come by bike it might take twenty minutes or more so I sit down on a street bench and wait.
Suddenly my phone rings. It's Jessie, her brother. "Hi Monica, can you tell me where my sister is? Our mother is very concerned. It's almost four in the morning and we haven't heard from her. And you know the kind of trouble she can get herself into."
'Boy do I', I murmur to myself. I explain to him what's going on and that Micky is already on his way here but he tells me he's getting into his car and will be here in five minutes. 'Thank god,' I think. 'I have a bad feeling about this whole situation.'
They arrive at almost the same time. Jessie and Micky, two strong studs of men ready to help me. The thought alone gives me a tingling feeling in my belly. I show them where I left her and we walk to the house. The door isn't locked and we decide to go inside. It's not easy to find our way because the whole house is dark now, except for some light and noise coming from the kitchen. I open the door and let out a scream. I can't believe what I see. My friend is spread on the table and one of the guys, the little fucking bearded hipster wannabe, is fucking her with his pants around his ankles. On the other side the other guy, the dark blonde one that I earlier thought was quite cute, seems to be trying to stuff his cock into her mouth. Alarmed by my scream they look up, straight into the faces of the big guys behind me. The blonde one is so shocked that he freezes but the hipster tries to escape. Being drunk and having his pants around his ankles, it was a lost effort from the beginning. He trips and falls with his head against the cabinets. Out!
While my brother lifted her off of the table to carry her away her brother punches the blonde guy in the face. He also falls on the floor and stays there. With the situation under control the guys want to get her home as soon as possible.
"We can take her to our house," my brother says, "it's closest by."
"And these boys?" Jessie asks,"shall we drop them off at the police station?"
"I don't think that will work," I reply, "there's no evidence about what happened here and they can claim we attacked them in their house. It doesn't look good. We'll have to teach them a lesson on our own, one they won't forget. I've got some ideas."
They help me tie the guys to the stove, a good old fashioned cast iron stove that weighs a ton, and pull them back on their feet.
"Thanks guys, I think I can handle it from here." I say and while I do I feel my anger decrease and replaced by a strange sensation of excitement.
'What the fuck am I doing?' I think. I turn to Jessie, "You bring your sister home." Adding to Micky, "you go with him and if anything goes wrong here, I'll call you immediately."
With a concerned look on their faces they decide to do as I say and the last thing I see is Micky carrying her over his shoulder out the door. It's a shame she's knocked out, I think, she would have loved this.
I turn around and look at my little rapist friends. They look like they're almost crying. Well, the blonde one at least. The black haired guy seems to be somewhere in between too drunk and angry. He looks like he wants to say something but one look from me changes his mind.
"Well boys," I say, "aren't you two little losers."
I'm not entirely sure what I am doing here but there's a voice in the back of my head that seems to know and tells me how to act. I walk to them and the hipster wannabe starts pulling his ropes and demands to be set free.
"Oh, you want to be free do you?" I say. "I can take care of that for sure but first I need your cooperation with something. I didn't catch your names yet. Can you enlighten me on this? You, you miserable piece of shit," I point at the hipster, "you can go first. What's your name?"
"J...jari..." he mumbles.
"And you?" I ask the blonde.
"I'm Jani, Miss."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I say, "Jani and Jari?! What are you? A comic duo?"
"No, Miss," Jani replies, "just friends."
"Friends? Well, you got yourself a great friend in Sir Rape-A-Lot over there!" I almost shout to him.
In the back of my head I'm surprised how much I'm getting into the situation. I always thought of myself as a little wall flower, but this feels great and I think I'm actually having fun!
"Well Jani and Jari, my dear rapist comic duo, I want to make a deal with you. You like sex don't you?" No answer. "Don't you?!" I say louder, with no room for disobedience.
"Y-ye-yess..." they both stutter.
"I didn't get that," I say. "What do you like?"
"S-sex, Miss..."
"Well, that's great! I can work with that." I say. 'I'll make you sex loving rapist comic boys a deal. Since you like sex so much, we're going to have some sex and whoever orgasms can leave. Is that a great idea or what? It's very simple, who cums, goes!"
The pun makes me giggle. I have no idea where this is coming from but now I'm convinced there's a lot more in store.
"But..but, what?... how?" Jari dares to ask.
"Well my dear boy," I say close to his face so I can whisper it to him, "First you need to know that boys who speak without being spoken to don't get to cum. Am I clear about that?"
"Yes." he says.
"Yes who?" I ask.
