Inferno

INFERNO Chapter 2

Text initalicsare Annie's thoughts; apostrophes indicate spoken words 'as remembered'.

All characters are 18 years old. This is a complete work of fiction, no actual events or person(s) are represented.

Chapter 2. Annie's family is traumatized

I logged onto my play site and waited. It was weeks after the funeral. The emotional roller coaster of burying Mom and seeing to her final affairs had nearly made me give up hope that I'd get back to the surface soon. It's like I'm holding my breath deep underwater and can't see the way up. I'm sitting here realizing that I'm completely on my own now just as things seem to be coming apart with Jerry and I.

I haven't been laid or eaten or even barely touched in 4 weeks. Right now, even virtual cock might scratch that itch, any cock? I've asked a couple of my girlfriends what porn they look at, if they do. I need sex so I'm here waiting (hopefully?) for a 20-year-old to log on in order to abuse my poor virtual body. My breasts needrealattention. I need to be poked, prodded, filled, shoved and stretched and all of it done ROUGH and FAST.

Jerry crashes at home almost every night, 7am - 9pm is his normal schedule. He's a CPA by training. He didn't make the Partnership path at one of the big firms when he first started. Like so many, he was OUT on his own in his 20's with a wife and 3 toddlers. With a little bit of my help he's created a small local CPA practice. It's just enough to cover our bills but it takes apparently massive amounts of time.

He has no Guys Nights, just work and more work it seems. We're just getting by. I'm doing all the home finances so he doesn't have to, and I don't see anything unusual that hints at hanky panky. I 'just-in-case' stop by his office from time to time to bring him a sandwich or a dessert or coffee and he's always at his desk piled with papers. His assistant, Sophie, is a very capable accountant with 40 years of experience. She's not his slut girlfriend.

I do have one hint. I do the wash and recently over the last year or so Jerry's shorts seem to have what appears to be cum residue in them. They're not because of me I know that. I don't see any other signs of strange slut / whore / cunts being involved so I'm guessing it's porn in the office. Mrs Thumb and her 4 daughters are taking over from me. Every one of them is a whore. Jerry and I need to have a serious discussion about our love life and my lack of real-life person to person dirty sex.

My thoughts go back to my Mom. She was the strongest person I've ever met she was the emotional rock that our family always held on to when rough seas crashed around us. I really need her strength now.

"May I interrupt your thoughts?" suddenly appeared on the screen.

Who is this and why are they so polite?

A rearing, rampant black stallion is the avatar. Virgil, MOD is beneath.

Did I do something wrong?

"Yes, you may, Sir".

Do you call MOD's Sir? Rather than make a mistake and have my breasts bloodied by an 8' Bull Whip, adding Sir was cheap insurance.

"I want to express my deepest condolences, Annie, on the death of your mother."

"The sudden loss of someone so close is one of the worst things we experience in life."

Tears welled in my eyes, I can't call Mom tomorrow, or any day to talk or tell her about Jerry or Josh or Erin or Kelly.

Had he felt such a loss? Recently? Wait, how did he know about my mother?

"Am I being stalked? How did you know about my mother dying?"

"You posted it three weeks ago and then you were gone."

A MOD on a BDSM website where I regularly have virtual sex with strangers is comforting me IRL? WTF?

"Do you know me?" I asked.

"No, only by what you post here online, nothing more. But I'd venture that Annie is your real name, you're a submissive, you're 39 with a figure of 34B/C- 26 - 35. You have a special affinity for your breasts. You're obviously open to new experiences and you're exploring."

"Tell me about your Mom",

I stifled a sob. Such a simple statement. It cut directly into my soul, to the very depths.

I wrote, "She was the strongest woman I've ever met. I'm proud to be her daughter and I want to be like her for my children."

"Tell me.....please".

"Is this a Private Room?" "Yes".

"Can you delete whatever I may tell you about my mother. It's no one's business. I've only ever told my husband."

"Yes, I will make certain that this whole conversation is removed completely."

"I don't know why I'm even thinking about telling you, but I'm hurting for her, and I need to tell someone how great a woman she was."

"Tell me..... please."

"You'll remove every word I write?"

"Immediately when you're done".God, I sure hope I can trust him.

"I'm trusting you now."

"Thank you."

My mother was gangraped by 3 men in her own bed. It was the middle of the day after my sophomore year in college. My sister and I were downstairs through it all. The whole time I had no idea why anyone would ever do this to her. The horror made no sense.

Later I found out it was only about money. My father had a trucking company working the local towns around the Ports in NJ & NY. Most of the time he'd bring goods off the ports to his warehouse and then make deliveries from there. Sometimes he'd bring whole container loads for transshipment farther inland. It was a very tough life on the docks. We girls sort of knew how bad it was but were spared the details. Every day he was working with hardened criminals and mobs. Later, Mom told me that one of the mobs didn't like the amount of business he was doing on the transshipments. They wanted their company to handle that. Dad told her that they approached him once or twice, a few times, to sell his business to them for nothing. He always said No.

They said that there was only one answer, Yes. When they came back with papers to become his majority partner hewouldsay, Yes. They came back 3 days later and put the papers on his desk and said 'Sign, or you will not like the consequences.'

He refused again and they began to beat him. 'Do you see how serious we are?' Again, he said No, so the head guy took out his cell phone, made a call and simply said 'Take the wife'.

My husband and I took our kids to see the "THE EQUALIZER" a while back. During the one scene where the Russian Mob Boss beats the guy to death in his office I had to jump up and leave the theater sobbing. I puked in the trashcan in the hallway. I was afraid to go back to my seat. I had seen what was going to happen. I had lived it.

Three men came to our door. I called my mother to come and answer it but they barged in with one grabbing my mother, one grabbed me, and the 3rdwent upstairs to bring my sister down. Angie and I were tied to chairs in the living room and two of them started to pull my Mom up the stairs to her bedroom. She screamed at the one apparently in charge, 'I'll go with you but please, please don't hurt my babies.'

He coldly said, 'That depends on your husband'.

She pleaded with them to close the door upstairs, that's when one of them slapped her face and bloodied her lip and nose. They left the door open the whole time. My sister and I couldn't run or close our ears. We heard everything the slaps, her cries, their laughter, their groans.

After 3 hours the three men came back downstairs in that loose, easy way that men have without a care in the world. It was if they had just gotten back from a fishing trip instead of having gangraped my mother.

I screamed at them, 'Where's my Mom? is she Ok? I want to see her'.

The monster who seemed to be in charge came over, put his hand on my cheek and smiled a thin pure evil grin.

'What's done is done. You're the older one, Annie, right. And this is Angie. Beautiful. I'm going to show you that your Mom is OK and your Dad is OK, but everything now depends on what your Dad does next. Do you understand? If your Dad had said Yes 5 hours ago, we wouldn't have had to visit your house.'

'Here's your Dad at his desk. He and my associates are waiting for a call from me with your Mom's video.'

Dad was beaten up and bloodied with rope around his chest holding him in his chair. His head was down like he was unconscious.

'Here is your Mom upstairs in her bed. We videod our visit with her.' Her hands were tied to the headboard she was naked and covered in cum.

He said, 'I'm sending this video to my associate who will show it to your father. If he does as we request, we will leave, and you can take care of your Mom. If your Dad refuses again, we will bring over 10 more of my men. Your Mom and Dad will be in much worse shape and one of you two lovely young women will take your Mom's place. Your Dad will choose which of you will go upstairs and which of you will stay downstairs.

I screamed at him. 'Take me, I want it. I want to go upstairs. Take me, I'm still a virgin you'll see.' Then I screamed at no one. everyone. 'Dad, please do what they want'. Angie had been quietly sobbing and rocking in her chair for almost 2 hours now. I had to take care of her and I had to get up to my Mom.

I raised my chin and looked directly at him. 'I'm the one you want. Take me and leave everyone else alone'.

What I remember about this monster is the pure evil in eyes when he smiled, ALL the tattoos, everywhere, his sour smell and his nonchalant way of threatening us. I could see him considering.

'No it's not that simple, Annie. We have our orders, but I admire your fire'. he said. 'It's a simple choice, your Dad signs or he flips a coin and determines whether it's Annie or Angie who gets gangraped by 13 of us for the rest of the night. You may get your wish but it's your father's choice'.

The call went to the office. They held up Dad and showed him the video of his wife.

The guy holding the phone said to him, 'I'm certain that you want no more trouble for your lovely women. Neither do we. Sign the papers, we leave, you go home to be with your family. If not, then your family is in trouble. 10 more of our crew will visit your house today. Your wife and one of your daughters will be in very bad condition as will you. You may never walk again. After we're done with your wife she has no value to us. But your lovely two daughters have a huge street value to us. Your women will be scarred for life. Just sign the papers'.

Dad did sign them.

The call came back from the office that the papers were signed.

The monster came over to me and looked directly at me. 'Annie, I'm going to release you and your sister. You must tell your Mother, Father and Angie that they must forget everything today. This never happened. In 2 hours, we will be out of your country, no one will ever be able to find us. You don't want to have to face this again'.

He cut us loose and we rushed upstairs. Mom was lying on her back like in the video, but her eyes were all on us to see if we were OK. I'm sure she thought that these monsters would never leave her two young girls untouched after what they did to her. I think the monster must have told her what he told me. She just wanted to know that we were OK. Angie curled in next to her while I loosened the belts holding her hands. She covered herself and reached out to both of us pulling us tight in her arms, a mother's embrace. I began sobbing along with Angie while Mom smoothed our hair and held us tight.

'I'm going to be fine,' she told us. 'How is Dad?'

'They beat him up.'

'We have to go take care of him,' she said, 'all 3 of us. I'm going to clean up and we'll go get him.'

She didn't want to call an ambulance or go to a hospital where questions would be asked. She said Dad knew people, he had been on the docks his whole life.

Dad was severely injured; it took almost a year for him to come back to normal. He did recover, physically anyway, and we all moved to Central Jersey to get away from the docks. But he was always sad from then on. He never said a word to me or to Angie about that day. He saw our graduations; he gave me away at my wedding and he held his 3 grandbabies. I don't think he ever forgave himself though for not backing down to the mob at the very beginning and sparing us the horrific events of that day. He passed away earlier than he should have at 53.

Mom knew from the first minute of holding us in her room that she had to be the strong one to take care of everyone. Dad was physically, mentally and emotionally damaged. He couldn't protect his family. Mom understood all that and took care of him until his final day.

Mom on the other hand began talking to me about the rape two weeks after it happened, I think she wanted us to feel open to be able to ask her anything. She also needed to open her soul to us for her own healing. Over the next several years she and I talked often about it.

One day she suddenly said, 'They used my body sexually, but that's all it was, sex. Physically, I felt normal four days later.' Another time she told me that she didn't remember much about what they did to her, SHE was somewhere else. Another time she said that while they were attacking her, she knew that she would be OK, she only had to survive everything so that she could get to us and take care of us. At no time did she ever express anything about the trauma of her violation. It was always about her daughters and her husband.

I didn't get to say 'I love you or goodbye' she was gone too quickly. I will miss her terribly, forever.

Throughout all of this Virgil, MOD typed not one single letter, did he leave? It had been almost two hours of me baring my soul non-stop in a public forum. What a sucker I was. Was this going to be copied and published? Was Virgil MOD just another creep looking for a quick stroke.

"Can I remove everything now?" he typed.

"Yes....Please."

The screen went blank.

"Thank you." I typed.

"Noone should have to endure a violation like you did. You must be very strong to have come through those horrible experiences. How?" he asked.

"Mom did it. She made it her sole purpose from that day on to show me how to stand up for myself, take care of myself and take care of my family. By doing that, I will get through anything."

"She said one time when she was holding my first child, 'That day..... all I wanted was to get you two to safety so that I'd be able to do this right now'."

"Your mother sounds like the most wonderful person to have had supporting you for 39 years."

"Thank you for the virtual hug, Sir."

Awkwardly, I asked, "Are you an everyday MOD? When are you here? Can we talk again?"

"You did all the talking, I just listened, read what you were writing. Yes, I can arrange to be here. When is good for you?"

"Wednesday, at 8pm?" I typed.

He typed, "I'll be here. Don't be late, the consequences are severe," wink emoji.