The Sand Trap by Dave Marshall

realization
that this was not Chad who had just entered her.
    She screamed. Not a scream of fear, but
rather one of revulsion and confusion.
    “Fuck, she knows,” the voice on top of her
announced, a voice that she now recognized as Chad’s caddy Frank, a
boy the same size and build as Chad but with very different
coloring and hair. At the same time the light went on and she first
saw Chad, still without his pants on and, she instantly thought, a
very limp prick. Beside him was Burt with his pants off and a very
stiff prick and his caddy Henry standing behind them still
dressed.
    “Hi Melanie,” Burt glared. “I’m next.”
    By this time the full realization of what
was happening hit Melanie so hard it irreparably damaged parts of
her she did not know existed. She quickly scrambled to her feet.
She was still in her bra and juices of various kinds were running
down the inside of her thigh.
    “It’s time you learned what we do with
uppity farm girls at Clapshorn, “Burt announced as he approached
her.
    For Melanie, it all started to move in slow
motion. As Burt moved quickly towards her she lashed out with her
foot and although aiming for the penis she caught him on the thigh.
It was enough to slow him down but he lashed out with a fist that
she easily ducked and pushed aside. Chad joined in and he tried to
hit her and she ducked that easily as well and whacked him with an
open fist on the side of his head.
    “What the fuck!” he exclaimed as he reached
up with his hand to feel for blood where she had hit him.
    In the meantime her second kick at Burt hit
home and he crumpled to the floor.
    “Give us a hand here Henry!” Burt yelled at
his caddy, who up until this point had been watching, stunned and
wide eyed.
    Both Burt and Chad were back on their feet
and swinging fists at Melanie’s head as fast as they could and
Melanie just kept ducking or fending them off, relying on her
reflexes and instincts to stay away from the hits and at the same
time scanning the room to see if Henry was going to start hitting
as well, but he still just stood there frozen and stunned.
    And then it was dark again. She had
forgotten Frank was in the room and he had come up behind and put a
pillow cover over her head and suddenly her world was back to
normal motion and normal ordinary person time. As she reached back
to get the case off her head she felt strong hands grab her
arms.
    “No, don’t hit her!” Henry implored,
apparently stopping a fist that she could not see.
    “What’s your problem? Burt sneered. “Don’t
you want to have some fun too?”
    The reply was hesitant, but clear.
    “Sure I do. But unless you plan to kill her
it would be prudent to not leave any marks.”
    “Good thinking. That’s why you’re a
caddy.”
    By this time Chad, Burt and Frank had
Melanie back down on the floor and as she kept struggling they
ripped up a bed sheet and tied her hands and ankles to the four
corners of the pull out bed in the living room, the pillowcase
still over her head.
    Burt went first. Then Chad again. And Frank
again. And Burt again. She smelled the beer on their breaths as
they entered her over and over again, but she was not there. She
was back at the Folly and teeing off at the first hole. Her tee
shot was perfect, gently drawing into warm Saskatchewan breeze as
it bounced in the middle of the landing area and rolled to stop in
a perfect lie. By the time it all stopped and she realized she was
back in a cheap hotel suite in Ramona, California, she had finished
all eighteen holes with the lowest score she had ever had.
    Chad leaned over her.
    “Bitch, “he spit out. "I hope this teaches
you I can take you whenever I want.”
    Someone untied her hands. “Be gone in an
hour or we’ll do it all again.” Burt sneered as he closed the suite
door behind him.
    And she was alone.
     
     

     
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Part 1 - Chapter 6: The Warm up

    Rebecca had been in her own bed for only a
few hours when the