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# The Rape of Diana McKay

Diana McKay was a very popular teacher at Washington High. She was
often accused by her fellow teachers of using her sexuality to keep the
young men in her class interested in learning English composition. She
was 41, blonde, 5’4, 36-25-35, had a C cup and weighed 135 pounds.

Diana was married to a college professor a dozen years her senior. She
had met Dr. John McKay when she was a sophomore at Syracuse University
and he was her teacher. Within months of their first meeting they were
sleeping together and before she graduated he had left his wife and two
small children to marry Diana.

She was a cheerleader, perky and vivacious. He was a handsome

community. When she met Dr. McKay she was deeply embroiled in a love
affair with Charles Foster, an All-American fullback who just happened
to be African American. She quickly went from one scandalous
relationship to another. That was Diana’s way.

Her 20-year marriage to Dr. McKay produced two children – a boy and a
girl, now teenagers. It also saw her involved in numerous affairs. Some
of those dalliances were rumored to have been with her students. She
was 41, looked 30, and acted 18. High School boys with raging hormones
lusted after her, fantasized about her and, once, ten-years-ago
actually had tried to rape her.

It was the summer of 1999 at the New Jersey shore. Diana and her two
children, as usual, were spending the summer at their home in Ocean
City, NJ. Her son Jason worked at Mac and Mancos Pizza, her daughter
Melinda worked at Atlantic Books. Dr. McKay commuted between the shore
and their home in Turnersville, NJ, and taught summer courses at the
University of Pennsylvania.

Diana spent most of her time on the beach. Sometimes in the company of
Melinda, sometimes with girlfriends she invited down and, sometimes, by
herself. On one of those “by herself” days she happened to run in to
several of her students and former students and she pulled her beach
chair over to where they were gathered and decided to spend the
afternoon with them.

Though she was at least 23 years older than the oldest boy in the
group, her form fitting brown one piece bathing suit made them forget
the age differences and they treated her as they would treat any of the
younger women they usually hung out with. In other words they engaged
in some off-color jokes, shared beers with her, and, on a few
occasions, managed to cop a feel as they roughhoused on the blanket.

Diana didn’t mind. In fact she liked it. It was just last summer that
she had met a boy on the beach, went back to his parent’s condo with
him on the pretense of having a beer, and then spent the entire
afternoon making love. He was 17 she was 40 at the time.

Sometime during the afternoon Diana’s beach mates began to think about
carrying their fantasies about her to the next level. She sure was sexy
and she sure seemed like she’d be a good fuck. They had all heard
rumors the about her sexuality – about how she is supposed to have
given two students a blow job in her office, about how she had slept
with a former football player – but none had experienced any of it
other than in their dreams.

By later afternoon four of the boys decided that they would try to get
her to go back to their rented house with them. After a half dozen
beers on the beach she was already acting giddy, so they decided that
they would try to get her drunk enough that evening so that she’d
become a willing sex partner. They had heard that she was a very
passionate drunk. At least that was the rumor.

Very casually, Alan, who was always the leader of this group, asked
Diana if she’d like to accompany them back to their house for a
barbecue and “a few brews”. At first she declined, but as they pleaded
with her and she remembered that her husband was back in Turnersville
and her daughter was gone for a couple of days, she said that she
would.

The house that the guys had rented wasn’t in Ocean City. It was about
ten miles south on the Ocean Drive in Sea Isle City. Diana said that
instead of going down there with them she’d go home, get out of her
sandy bathing suit and then drive herself down and have a barbecue with
them. They couldn’t believe it.

It was 4 PM, Diana told them she’d be there by six. And then she left
the 27 Street beach and walked back to her house on Asbury Avenue.

Alan and his friends also packed their stuff and headed for Sea Isle.
“We’re only gonna get this one chance,” he told his friends, “I wonder
how can we get her drunk enough to party with us?”

And, as an answer to the question, his friend Mickey said, “ever hear
of GLB?” Alan said that he hadn’t.

Mickey explained that GLB (sometimes sold under the brand name, Blue
Sundance), which has been on the shelves in health food stores for
years, has recently been discovered as a cheap and legal way to get
high. GBL converts in the bloodstream to GHB, a chemical substance used
to treat narcolepsy (sleep disorders). It becomes a depressant that
works on the central nervous system and produces euphoria and
hallucinations. Once under it’s spell, the recipient is, at best,
semi-conscious and unable to defend himself or herself. Eventually the
victim lapses in to a deep, almost comatose, sleep. Most dangerous of
all, it is odorless and colorless and can be slipped in to the drink of
the unsuspecting victim. There was also another caution; an overdose
could be fatal.

Alan nodded with great interest. “Do you have any?” he asked.

“No, but I know some guys who do,” was Mickey’s reply. And so, on the
way to Sea Isle, they stopped by another teen-filled house and, for
$25, came away with enough GBL to insure a most interesting evening
with Mrs. McKay.

At 6 PM the barbecue grill was already fired up and more than a dozen
young people, most of them Washington High students or grads, were at
the house and more were expected. When Mrs. McKay arrived in her silver

other guys were more pleased than the others.

Diana, true to her sexual nature, wore a form fitting, scooped-neck,
white jersey, blue Bermuda shorts, that hugged her shapely ass, and
white sandals that laced to the ankle. “Oh my God, she looks so
fuckable,” Alan whispered to Mickey.

All the male students liked Diana and she quickly became the center of
conversation. Soon she was drinking a beer with them and acting very
much like one of the gang. Some of the high school girls were
uncomfortable with her, in fact at school some were outright hostile
toward her because of the male attention she attracted.

One girl, who had no idea what was planned, whispered to a friend,
“Mrs. McKay is a regular slut, it would serve her right if all these
guys gang banged her.”

An hour passed and Diana had consumed a few beers and was acting just a
bit giddy. “Anyone ready to eat?” Alan called out, and everyone agreed
that they were. It was then that Diana unwittingly set the stage for
her own demise.

“I’d better switch to ice tea with my burger,” she said, “I’ll be
driving home in a little while and don’t want to be too tipsy.”

“I’ll take care of you Mrs.Mack,” Mickey said, “using the name that
most students called her at school.” And take care of her he did. He
mixed a healthy dose of GBL in the tall ice tea glass and handed it to
her. She drank it down while eating her burger and Mickey quickly fixed
her another.

The effects began to show after the second glass of tea; all of a
sudden Diana indexed to get very quiet. Alan and Mickey watched as she
began to rub her eyes. Then her head. The first sign is a headache. She
got up from her chair and indexed to walk in to the house. She bumped
in to a table, staggered a bit, and then tripped up the steps. Her legs
were like rubber. But she got inside the door.

Alan, Mickey, Jack and Barry followed.

She was standing in the room, clearly confused. Rocking back and forth.
She forgot where she was and why she came in. The amnesia stage was
setting in but she was still conscious enough to know that she should
be worried.

“Watch this,” Mickey said, and he walked up behind her and said, “you
okay Mrs. Mack?”

She just kind of stared ahead, she didn’t acknowledge the question.
Feeling bold he reached around and took hold of her breasts. Alan and
the others just watched. She didn’t even flinch. He rubbed his hands
over them, slipped his hands inside her bra and tweaked her nipples.
She just stared.

“God damn, she’s fucking out of it,” Alan said, and she was. They moved
to encircle her. Mickey pulled the jersey out of her shorts and lifted
it over her head. She didn’t resist. Her 36C breasts were encased in a
lacy bra. Her suntanned body made the bra seem almost ivory in color.
Alan reached back and unsnapped it. She was now nude from the waist up.

Though she was 41 her breasts were full and shapely and were just
beginning to show signs of the inevitable sag that accompanies age.
“Look at those tits,” Alan sighed, “they are fucking beautiful.”

A few other kids had come in to the living room as word spread about
what was transpiring. To all intents and purposes Mrs. Mack was drunk
and letting them do this to her. They watched quietly as Alan slid his
hands inside her unzipped Bermudas and found the crotch of her panties.
His fingers quickly found her crease and worked to get inside of it.
Mickey continued to hold her up.

Her Bermudas feel to her ankles. Her panties were down around
mid-thigh. Alan was kissing her passionately as he worked his fingers
deeper inside of her. She kissed back. She trembled a little, but made
no sound.

Jack and Barry were now getting involved. They began to stroke her
breasts as Alan worked her panties down her legs and over her ankles.
She was attired only in her sandals. While her hair was golden blonde,
her trimmed snatch was thick and black and her body was very firm for a
woman her age.

“Just fuck the old slut,” came the words of 16-year-old Sandy Pickwood,
a Washington High cheerleader, “she wants it, give it to her.” Sandy
was clearly annoyed and at that moment hated her teacher. “What a pig
she is,” she thought. She had no idea that Diana was drugged and about
to be gang raped.

She was pretty much out of it and when Mickey left go of her she fell
to her knees and tottered, about to pitch forward. She was clearly
blitzed.

And so, since she was totally helpless, the four guys picked her up by
her arms and legs and carried her down a long hallway to a room with a
big double bed in it. The others followed. Diana’s eyes were wide open
and she appeared to be awake but at this point she was absolutely
clueless about what was transpiring.

They shoved her on the bed and she lay there on her back. Her eyes
stared at the ceiling, her arms lay at her sides, her legs were
slightly open and a hint of her black thatch gave promise of richer
treasures just beyond.

“Get the fucking video camera,” Alan yelled and soon a geeky looking
kid named Paul arrived with a hand-held Sony. A few others produced

the bed but decided that it wasn’t necessary. And it wasn’t.

Alan quickly shed his shorts and just kind of hovered over her. He
really couldn’t believe that there, lying before him, was his English
teacher. He smiled, looked around the room, and knelt on the bed. He
sized her up, rubbed his hands over her naked body and savored the
moment. “Do it for Christ’s sake,” somebody yelled, “fuck the bitch”.

He kicked her legs wide open and she offered no resistance. Diana had
had sex countless times before, but never had she been so pliable. Alan
dropped down on her. He guided his teenage cock between her legs and
found that her moist canal welcomed his intrusion and he slid it in.
The guys – and a few girls – cheered. He lifted her legs high, to his
shoulders, and drilled her deeply. They rocked and bounced. He head
bobbed, like a marionette without strings. She took all he had and he
deposited a thick, milky load deep inside of her. Semen actually
bubbled out as he removed his cock from inside of her.

Mickey was next and he complained that she was “so big”, he said, “you
could drive a fucking truck in here, this lady has been screwed many
times.” Still Mickey managed work himself in to a pretty good frenzy
and climaxed by filling her up with a generous supply of his sperm.

When it was Jack’s turn he decided there was no way he was going to
take sloppy thirds so he climbed up on chest, grabbed a handful of her
blonde hair and pulled her head and forced open mouth on to his cock.
She surprised him by clamping down on it and soon he was pumping in and
out of her mouth – not really a blowjob, more of a face fuck. And then
he came and deposited all he had inside her mouth. She immediately
gagged and began to cough and wretch.

They dragged her to the bathroom and forced her to swallow water from a
hose that they inserted in her mouth. It was crude, but it worked. They
decided that no one else had better cum in her mouth and they placed a
length of silver duct tape over it.

Barry opted for the last virgin target – her ass. And they dragged her
back down the hallway and, this time, draped her over a chest of
drawers. She kept sliding off so they ended up tying her wrists to the
back legs of the chest. As soon as her ass were aimed appropriately
upward Barry lathered on a generous supply of Vaseline and jammed his
cock in her ass hole. She never whimpered or flinched. Blood gurgled
out of her anus as he drilled in and out. Soon the blood was mixed with
semen and the goop that slid down her thighs was a pinkish white.

She was totally unconscious by the time he was finished with her and at
that point she was simply “meat”.

“Anyone who wants her can have her now,” Alan declared and he had many
takers.

For some reason they tied her wrists together, and tethered her tits
with clothesline. It was going to get very kinky from that point on and
it did. For a time Diana was suspended from an exposed beam in the
kitchen. Guys would go get a beer, grope the teacher and then return.
Word of the gangbang spread around Sea Isle and people dropped in and
out all evening. Occasionally you’d see Diana get dragged, either by
the tied arms, or by the hair, from one room to another. You’d hear a
shriek or a loud laugh and you knew that she had been used again.

At some point someone pierced both of her nipples with loops, no one
could remember when that happened. One very off-the-wall guy wanted to
get her tattooed, another suggested cutting off all of her hair. But
the nipple clips were it, as far as “alterations” went.

Like most parties this one just kind of expired and people fell asleep
in places all over the house. Diana, in a deep, unarousable sleep, lay
in pool of dried cum in the bathroom. People stepped over her to
urinate. Occasionally they urinated on her.

“Wake the fuck up,” Paul shouted as he punched and prodded Alan, “I
think the teacher is gonna die.” Paul was clearly in a panic – and soon
so was Alan. Diana was lying where they left her but now was gasping
for breath, her chest heaving, her body twitching, her eyes wide open,
but seeing nothing.

“We have to get her to the hospital,” Paul said.

“Yes and go to jail for rape,” Alan replied, “no fucking way.”

But Paul wasn’t to be denied – and he probably saved her life. With the
help of another kid from the house they carried her, now wrapped in a
blanket, to their car and began the long trek up the Ocean Drive to
Somers Point and Shore Memorial Hospital. Her breath was diminishing,
she was totally unresponsive. They had to hurry. It was 6 a.m.

They arrived at the hospital a half-hour later, pulled up to the
emergency door – and no one was there. Paul found an abandoned wheel
chair and brought it to the car. He lifted Diana in to it, placed it in
front of the automatic emergency room door and gave it a shove.

As the door opened – and Paul’s car flew away – Diana’s almost lifeless
body rolled in to the lobby, came to a stop and she toppled out on to
the floor. Naked.

A resident couldn’t believe his eyes as she fell to the floor and
quickly called for assistance. They assumed drug overdose, but realized
that whatever the problem was she needed to be on a ventilator to get
her breathing back to normal. They quickly figured out that she was,
yet another, GHB case dropped at their doorstep.

Alan and Mickey took her Mercedes and parked it in front of her Ocean
City house. Her son Jason was sound asleep inside. They left her
clothes and her purse in the car, tossed the keys on her front porch.

At Shore Memorial, Diana was admitted as “Jane Doe”, GHB victim.

When she awoke, later that morning, she had all the classic symptoms of
a hangover. She had a headache that wouldn’t quit, began to wretch
repeatedly, and was severely dehydrated. And on top of that she had two
rings through her nipples and every muscle in her body ached.

When the resident realized she was awake he came in and introduced
himself. She told him that she had no idea what had happened to her –
and he told her that she had obviously been drugged and raped, that
semen was leaking from virtually every opening in her body when they
found her.

She told them her name – but that she had no idea what had happened.
She wouldn’t implicate the kids who did it, but they’d sure have a
difficult time passing English in the coming school year.

And she sure hoped she wasn’t pregnant.

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