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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, November 03, 2015

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Filename: numb.txt
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story_codes: mmm/g(10), rape

story_intro: Emotionally destroyed after the violent deaths of her parents, Beth leads a day-to-day existence in which she tries to feel nothing. But when she attracts the attention of three teens looking for easy pickings, her newfound detachment is put to the test.


story_language: English




Numb

Written by madvlad


	In the minutes following the event, Beth had become numb. In the following weeks, her numbness became her refuge and she kept adding to it, layer after hard layer to keep everyone out.

	The police had arrived quickly, yet still after the gunmen had left the restaurant. The news said it had been a robbery gone bad. Had Beth bothered to talk to any of those who repeatedly asked her how she felt, she would have described it as something far beyond bad. But doing so would have threatened her numbness. 

	At first, the police thought the bloodied ten year-old might have been shot, too. But the blood was from her parents who lay lifelessly in the booth where Beth and her mother had been laughing at a story her father was telling just when the men came in. 

	They found the robbers a day later after police responded to a domestic dispute. They found the woman of the house dead and her boyfriend, who had been paroled two hours prior to the restaurant robbery, sitting on the couch holding a bloody knife in one hand and a meth pipe in the other. It was not long after when they rounded up his brother and his best friend, both of whom had been his accomplices in the robbery. 

	There were plenty of other witnesses but the district attorney had considered having Beth testify at the trial as well. Having the child of two victims on the stand would have been gold to the DA, but the girl was clearly not up to it. When she did feel like speaking, it was in a low monotone, devoid of all feeling.

	Beth's Uncle Jay and Aunt Dana had come for the funeral and wanted to take Beth home with them afterward. Beth fondly remembered visits with them and their five year-old daughter, Chloe, who followed Beth like a shadow. But Beth then remembered that she was numb and should not remember anything fondly. 

	As it was, Beth's grandmother was awarded custody and had stated that everything would be just fine. Aunt Dana, who was sister to Beth's dead mother, had argued with Grandma, accusing her of being the Queen of Denial as she had been when she and Beth's mother were growing up. But Grandma had dismissed her surviving daughter's protests and promptly had Beth attending school two days after the funeral.

	"Mourning is no excuse for slacking," Grandma said. "Get back to your work and you'll feel right as rain."

	So Beth went to her new school and listened in class, did her homework, and scored good grades. But she didn't feel right as rain. She didn't feel anything at all. And that was just fine with her.

	Beth's teacher was at a loss. Yes, the girl was doing well academically, but it was clear that she was still traumatized. She never raised her hand when the teacher asked a question. When the teacher called on her, Beth always had the correct answer and gave it in her dull voice, showing no satisfaction. The teacher had Beth see the school's counsellor who, like so many others after her parents' murder, tried to get Beth to discuss her feelings. Beth would have been annoyed, but that would not be numb.

	"Hey! Are you the murder girl?" came a voice as Beth walked to her grandmother's house (that was as she saw it - her grandmother's house, not home). 

	There were three of them; teenaged boys she had seen before, smirking and pointing at her. Their names, as Beth would learn as they spoke to each other while teasing her, were Ricky, Dave, and Tanner. They seemed to becoming more interested in her, although Beth didn't know why. If she knew that it was because she was always alone, she would have taken a different route. 

	"Hey, you want to go out on a date?" Tanner called. "We can get some dinner. I know a restaurant that's pretty good if you don't mind a little blood on the floor."

	Beth heard these things every day. At first, they stung; the barbs sinking deep. But in time, she learned to use them; to break them apart and add them alike cement around her emotional cocoon. After a week, they bounced off of her shell and Beth walked on, safe and numb.

	"What's wrong with you, bitch?" Ricky demanded one day as he stood in front of her. "You stuck up or something?"

	Beth tried to walk around him, but Dave and Tanner kept cutting her off. When they pushed her to the ground, she got up with no complaint. They did it again and again before getting board with this game. Tanner pulled her knapsack from her and emptied the contents all over the ground. Beth wordlessly bent down and replaced everything. 

	"What a fucking retard," Ricky spat. "I heard she never talks at all."

	"Maybe she was a retard before her parents got their brains blown out," Tanner added.

	"The robbers did them a favor," Dave concluded. "Who wants to live with a retard of a daughter?"

	Dave grabbed Beth by the arm.

	"Come here, bitch," he said as he kept tugging on her. 

	Beth stumbled as he pulled her into his house, near where they had intercepted her. As they went inside, Dave and Tanner quickly looked back to see if anyone had noticed a little girl with short blonde hair being dragged into the house by three boys with a reputation for trouble. It was a decent, middle class neighborhood and people never thought to keep a close eye on things.

	They took her to the basement where Ricky ordered her to take off her shirt. When she didn't respond, he pulled her shirt up, exposing her belly and chest.

	"No tits," Dave noted with a smirk.

	"Well, she's a little kid, dipshit," Ricky shot back. "What did you expect?"

	Ricky pulled out a knife and waved it in front of Beth.

	"Take off your fucking shirt - and everything else," he growled. 

	Beth showed no fear, but did as she was told. Tanner was recording video with his cell phone until Beth was standing nude and expressionless.

	"Not a bad ass," Dave appraised as he brought his hand to the ten year-old's buttock with a loud smack. 

	"Nice pussy," Ricky observed. "Really nice. Did you let those guys fuck you? Is that why they didn't kill you? Did they fuck you with your mommy's brains all over the floor?"

	Again, Beth said nothing.

	"Shit, she's worthless," Dave groused.

	"No, this is better," Ricky argued. "We can do whatever we want and she won't say anything. Or if she does, she's such a fucking retard that no one will believe her."

	"So now what?" Tanner asked as he still recorded. 

	"Now she gets on her knees," Ricky said as he unzipped his jeans and turned to Beth. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch."

	Ricky pulled his hard-on out and held it in front of the emotionless girl.

	"Go on, suck it," he said. "Put it in our moth and suck it like the whore you are."

	When Beth opened her mouth, Ricky pushed his dick into it.

	"Holy shit," Dave chortled. 

	"Now suck!" Ricky commanded.

	Beth's lips closed tightly around his member and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him. Taking a fistful of Beth's hair, Ricky pulled her mouth on to him even more. He pushed and pulled, making her sucking orifice move back and forth on his cock. For Beth, the actions were purely mechanical, devoid of any distress.

	"Oh yeah," he sighed as the little girl gave him a blowjob. "Do you like sucking cock? Did you ever suck your daddy's cock? If you did, maybe you would have been blowing him instead of being in that fucking restaurant, but no..."

	With a grunt, Ricky came, making Beth gag. It was a purely physical reaction as she showed no sign of distress.

	"You're supposed to swallow you stupid cunt," Ricky said as his cum dripped down Beth's chin.

	Beth didn't reply, but when Dave ejaculated in her mouth ten minutes later, she swallowed everything. Then it was Tanner's turn while the other boys recorded the action on their phones. 

	When he was finished, the teens stood around in awe of their accomplishment while Beth stared in front of her. Using data cables, each boy loaded his video onto Ricky's laptop. Ricky had warned them about sending any attachments via text or e-mail for fear of being caught. Then Dave and Tanner each gave him a flash drive so he could transfer all of the videos to each one. The boys pocketed them when he was done, telling Beth she was now a porn star. 

	When Ricky told her to, she got dressed. She was led upstairs and pushed out of the house. As if nothing happened, she continued to her grandmother's house.

	Each school day afterward, Beth was confronted on her way home, taken to the basement, and made to strip. The trio of teens subjected her to various indignities that included cruel verbal references to her parents' murders and sexual molestation. The preteen's nipples were pinched and twisted as her tormentors tried to make tits where her lack of development had none. 

	But their attention then moved lower, focusing between the girl's legs as they poke and prodded her underage cunny. They spread the smooth folds of Beth's twat, fingering her deep enough to hurt as their rough fingers clawed at her sensitive flesh and tested the precarious strength of her hymen.

	Beth took the abuse, mentally crushing it into pieces and making the mortar that thickened her numbness.

	And what she had carefully constructed came to a test when one day Ricky shoved her to the floor. Beth stared as he got on top of her and some distant part of her mind worried that he might hit her. But outwardly she remained calm, letting the numbness block it all out.

	"Time to treat you like a real bitch," he muttered as he took the prick her mouth knew well by now and jammed it against her bald cleft. 

	Beth felt her mound open and the pressure of him against her portal as he forced it open. It was something new, but she remained sceure behind her walls. Ricky was pissed off by her lack of reaction and was determined to make her acknowledge him. With an angry shove, he abruptly forced his way through her membrane. Although Beth could block the emotional pain, her control was overtaken by the cruel ripping her in her virgin snatch. The boys laughed as she cried out and Ricky gloated as he saw the hurt cloud her eyes. 

	"Now she knows what a cock is," he crowed as Beth gulped in huge breaths to try to still the sobbing that threatened to shatter her numbness.

	As the blood from her sundered virginity lubricated her small passage, Ricky took advantage. The hardness battering inside of Beth threatened to drive the air from her. Ricky's plundering prick opened the ten year-old's sex up to the cervix, which he slammed mightily. Fighting the unwelcome panic swelling in her, Beth imagined her body breaking completely apart, knowing from the initial pain of her defloration that Ricky had already done something that had irrevocably changed her inside. 

	A few minutes inside the tightness of Beth's prepubescent pussy were all that Ricky could last. The teen's potent seed assaulted the little girl's baby chamber with only her immature, child's body preventing the final insult of a rape-induced pregnancy. He roll off of her, panting and satisfied. Now Dave and Tanner moved closer, catching it all on digital video as Beth's ravaged pussy lay dribbling semen and blood from its hairless opening.

	Dave was the next to force his cock between Beth's legs. The fourth grader kept her head turned to the side, her eyes unfocused as her numbness once again reasserted itself. The horror and disgust ebbed with only the soreness of rutting in her prematurely opened cunny remaining. Despite her ongoing assault, Beth welcomed the return of her emotional numbness.

	In the coolness of the basement, the boys kept going at a feverish pace. They took turns raping the ten year-old, each time finishing in a hot, slimy gush of semen that further polluted her innocence.  When they were finally done, Ricky tossed some rags on her stomach and told her to clean up before she got dressed. 

	"Don't you say anything about this to anyone," Tanner warned as he pulled out his flash drive to load his friends' footage to add to his own. 

	"As if she could talk," Ricky laughed as he set up the videos for sharing on his lap top. "Fucking retarded bitch. They'll think she was the one begging for it."

	Dave walked over to Beth, grabbing her wrist as she was cleaning her crotch. He shoved it away and pulled out his flash drive - a black one with a pale green skull and crossbones that glowed in the dark. Sticking the end of it in Beth's slit, he laughed and yelled to his buddies.

	"Hey! Check it out - I'm downloading her cunt!"

	Tanner laughed and Ricky shook his head. 

	"You're a sick fuck, bro," he said good-naturedly. "But clean that thing up before it goes in the USB slot."

	Another week passed and Beth felt her numbness strengthen each time a teen came inside of her, They liked having her suck them off after they had cum inside her twat, forcing her to taste her own violated sex. Another favorite trick was to put a dog collar and leash on her while she was on her hands and knees, being roughly raped from behind. 

	A jar of Vaseline allowed them to inflict a new degradation on her. This time it was Dave who went first, cramming his prick through Beth's tight but eventually defeated asshole. A series of strangled grunts in her throat was the only reaction he could get from her, but it did not diminish his or his friends' appetite for her increasingly fragile body. The ten year-old's rectum   seemed to reward them, smoothly caressing their hard dicks as they anally raped her for nearly two hours. As they talked about it later over beers purloined from Ricky's stepfather's stash, they paid their victim little attention as she slowly wiped herself clean enough to get dressed.

	The next day, Beth was on her hands and knees again as each teen randomly chose her cunt or her ass to abuse. It never really mattered as both of her holes were dripping messes by the time each boy had used her three times.

	While Ricky was adding the day's footage to the flash drives, he noted Dave's plain gray one.

	"What happened to the other one?" he asked.

	Dave cursed.

	"I must have forgot it when I put my jeans in the laundry. My mom gets tired of my shit getting in the wash so now she throws out anything I leave in my pockets. Fucking bitch."

	"Hey, leave a dildo in your pocket and see if she throws that away," Tanner suggested, ducking as Dave threw a half-hearted punch at him. 

	Then everyone laughed. Everyone except Beth.

	It had been a particularly rough day. The daily assaults were physically wearing on Beth and after Ricky found some of his stepfather's Viagra, the boys took the blue pills for a test drive. It had no effect as their normal teenage libido was all they needed. But they imagined that it helped them and they were extra forceful. Beth's arms had given way and she fell on her face and shoulders for the latter half of the gang rape. 

	As they were at the computer, Tanner looked at Beth lying on the floor with her rear still up in the air.

	"Check it out, she wants something more." He snickered.

	"Let her try this," Dave suggested as he picked up a broom. 

	Beth's anus was closed, but too sore to resist the prodding as Dave forced the handle into her. He kept shoving, try to see how deep he could get when Beth suddenly shrieked. 

	"Damn!" Ricky said. "Nice hit, bro."

	Dave pulled the broom out from the girl's butt and all of them were impressed by how much had gone in.

	"Gross!" Tanner exclaimed when he saw blood on the tip of the handle.

	"How the hell could she still be a virgin there?" Ricky asked and they all had another good laugh.

	Beth was limping badly after she left. The sharp pain in her rear was still there as if the handle had broken of inside of her. She felt warm - sickly warm and she suddenly doubled over and heaved her lunch from her stomach. Her vision spun for a minute before she was able to straighten up. Then she noticed she was wet in back and it was running down her legs. She craned her neck to see the back of her calf with rivulets of blood on it. 

	When she tried to take another step, all the strength left her and she fell. Her last thought was of how a blade of grass was tickling her nose, the realization of the pain inside fading away with everything else.

	An advantage of being numb was that people got used to talking as if you weren't there. 

	Beth kept her eyes closed as she heard the conversations in her hospital room. 

	There had been an operation but the surgeon said she was healing.

	Her grandmother didn't believe anything had really happened but become so angry at her daughter that she told her she could take the damned kid and be gone. 

	The police had arrested three teens known for causing trouble based on eyewitness accounts of Beth being taken into the one of the boys' houses. But the urgency of Beth's emergency surgery had legally contaminated any DNA taken from her and the son-of-a-bitch defense lawyer had all of that dismissed based on a hole in the chain of custody of the samples.

	Beth left the hospital with Aunt Dana and they stayed in a hotel (Grandma's house no longer a welcome place). The teens' lawyer, one Bernie Copeland, had managed to get a quick trial date set. While the DA would not put Beth on the stand, she did have to stay in the area in case other questions were needed. Another problem was that Beth refused to talk about anything to do with her rapes.

	Uncle Jay arrived with Chloe in hopes of cheering Beth up. It didn't change anything but Dana was glad to have her daughter to hug. Her joy was short-lived when the DA came by, furious.

	"Beth is going to be on the stand tomorrow," he said. "The judge is allowing it."

	"But you said you wouldn't!" Dana protested. 

	"I'm not. But Bernie Copeland is going to call her to testify."

	"But she won't say anything."

	"Exactly. He's going to make her look like damaged goods that any creep could have taken advantage of. Which means anyone could have attacked her - not those three boys. "

	Beth heard all of this in the adjoining room of the suite but, as usual, did not react. Chloe walked in and sat on the bed next to her.

	"What's rape?" Chloe asked. "That's what Mommy and Daddy and lots of other grown-ups say what happened to you."

	When Beth did not respond, Chloe gave it more thought and suddenly gasped.

	"They hurt your bottom," she said as her eyes grew huge. "Rape is when someone touches you in your panties. Those are called privates. Those boys gave you bad touches."

	Chloe looked at Beth, hoping her cousin would feel better now that she had all of this figured out. But Beth remained silent.

	Chloe suddenly hugged Beth and started to cry.

	"I wish you weren't sad anymore," the five year-old wept. 

	To her surprise, all of Beth's numbness couldn't stop her from putting her arms around her little cousin.

	Beth sat staring mutely on the stand as Bernie Copeland presented her as essentially damaged goods as the DA had warned. He didn't go overboard or get nasty about it as that could turn the jury against him. But he made it obvious any physical evidence from this troubled girl was, by proxy, suspect.

	When Copeland was done, the judge asked the DA if he wanted to cross-examine. With a sigh, the lawyer rose and approached the stand.

	"Beth," he said gently - almost pleadingly - just loud enough for the jury to hear. "Can you identify the people who hurt you?"

	Beth's eyes roamed the room. Ricky, Dave, and Tanner were smirking despite Copeland's prior coaching to look innocent in front of the jury. Aunt Dana was leaning against Uncle Jay who had his arm around her shoulders (Chloe was being watched by a sitter.) The couple looked at Beth with understanding, as if to say they were sorry she had to be here today. 

	Beth knew she'd be flying home with them when this was over. And she thought of Chloe, who was lucky to have such parents - just as Beth had been with hers back when she could feel these things. And who had cried because she wanted Beth to be happy again. 

	But to be happy, Beth would have to sacrifice the protection she had cultivated.

	Reaching into a pocket, she pulled out something and held it up for the people in the courtroom to see. Then she looked at the puzzled DA. He was staring at the object, a black flash drive with a green skull and crossbones.

	"Shit," Dave muttered, the curse carrying well in the room despite his low voice. 

	Feeling the slow crumbling of heavy walls inside her, Beth looked back at her aunt and uncle gave them a small smile.



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