My car broke down and my bike took me to and from my collage classes. One night on my way home the rain was so bad I could hardly see. A car stopped and told me to put my bike in the bushes and get in. Lightning storm could kill me. Was nineteen at the time; soaked and scared I got in the car.
After I got in I saw two black men in the back and a white guy driving. Was scared to tell them where I lived, but I had to. No other place to take them.
He stopped and let me out, he ask if he could use my phone (before cell phones were big) and feeling safe I said yes. The black man got out and followed me in. Once in he pushed him self on me. I had to decide to fight him off or consent. Knock at the door and he let the others in.
Told me I had a choice to enjoy and not fight; or get the shit beat out of me and fucked the same. ran in my room and locked the door. tried to open my window, no use the door shot open and he tossed me on the bed. he said I ma first with you. Other guys have one already today. Was not fun, he undressed me as I cried my eyes out. Don't cry baby, I will be east on you. Not easy, he put me on the bed and just started. I was dry and it hurt me. He got very rough and liked me crying. he slapped me around and I just let him. I begged him to not cum in me, I did nto take anything. I don't want to be pregnant. I guess you don't want a black mans baby??
I don't want anyone's baby. He acted like he did it by accident, it was not. he called the other black guy and told him to be ready. he was finishing up. he came in and watched him.
They tagged hands as they left the bed room. I had all three and each one got me three times each. each time they came inside me.
Finally finishing and left me laying there.

You know what happens if you say anything, you know. We will be back some time, open the door and make it easy.

I walked out and found my TV my money my jewelry and my phone gone. the wires cot from the wall as well.

I showered and went to the ER. told I had been raped. They called the police and I told then nothing. Dr gave me a shot and some antibiotics to take home. Called my family to come get me. I would not tell them anything, just take me home. It took my mom a long time, almost a year before I told her the story. I told her I remembered the tag number of the car. She got me someone to talk to. Was a woman minister, she had been raped in collage as well.

My father died six years back and ask the room be cleared. he wanted to talk with me alone. he told me a friend ran the tag number for him and he found this guy. His brother and a guy he knew from work went there. Found the white guy and one of the black guys. The car was set fire after the two were shot and beaten. Was a horrible scene but these two would not rape another. he wanted to tell me years before, but did not want the police to know. His brother died and we buried him last week.

I can not get my life back, but I know those bastards died and will not rape any more.