Nightly Assault (PG-17)

Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 19th March 2014

Characters: Milga, Unnamed assailant
Description: Milga founds out hard way why young girls shouldn't go out alone after dark.
Location: Dolphin Hall
Date: month 6, day 11 of Turn 7
Notes: PG-17 for sexual assault on minor. Concil and L1 approved

Notes2: Co-posties needed for the follow up and to help Milga recover!
Rating: PG-17

Milga couldn't sleep. Her legs ached, especially the shinbones, she was hot
and restless and her lower belly had cramps. Perhaps walk outside and fresh
air would help, she decided to try it anyway. She tossed aside the
suffocating bed cover and silently crept out of the female apprentices'
dorm. She was wearing nothing but her underpanties and old tunic that was
getting too small for her. Which was why she wore it as sleepwear. She
managed to sneak out without bumping, tripping or banging any doors. Even
the hinges behaved and didn't creak. She congratulated herself of her
quietness, unaware she had been in fact, observed. And followed.

Milga ended up walking around in the beach. Walking did ease the ache in
her legs. Deep in her thoughts, she stopped to watch the moonlit waves. She
was caught by total surprise when hands grabbed her. "Little slut,
offering yourself to any passer by," the voice in her ear was slurring and
she could smell alcohol from his breath. She was frozen by shock and
surprise and the man easily pulled her to the ground. A heavy body thudded
down on her and big, calloused hands groped her body. Caught as she was
between child and adult, her budding shapes were obviously not yet fully
formed, so the man had to know how young she was. His lips pressed
violently against hers and his rancid breath made her gag. She managed to
wrench her head away.

"Gerr off me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help!"

"You're begging for this, little bitch," the man growled. He lifted his
upper body so to get his hand to the belt. Milga saw a glint of metal. Did
he had a knife? Milga didn't want to find out. With a rush of adrenaline,
she pulled her legs against her chest and kicked with both legs. Daily
swimming, diving and running had given her strong leg muscles and now she
used all that strength. It was enough to push the man backwards, off from
her. He made a oomph-sound, followed by string of curses and insults. But
Milga was already up on her feet and running. She ran to the only place she
has always felt safe. The Ocean. She didn't look backwards, being sure he
was coming after her.. If she had, she would have seen that the man had
trouble standing up. She felt wet, warm stickiness between her legs,
adding to her misery... her menses had started.

When she got deep enough, she took a deep breath and dove under the waves.
Swimming under surface with strong strokes, she gained distance from the
beach. She stayed under until her lungs burned and begged for air.
Considering her training, it was much longer than normal human could hold
her breath. She surfaced, stopped, panted and then rolled to float on her
back, the salt of her tears mingling with sea water.

It didn't take long for the first dolphin nose to appear and prod her.
"Milga play?" the dolphin voice asked.

"Milga not play," the girl replied, her voice sounded strange, choked, even
in her own ears.

More and more dolphins came until whole pod surrounded her. The dolphins
could smell or taste blood on her and grew concerned. Milga could hear it
from the clicks and whistles they made. Finally the pod's matron herself
came, pushing the other aside.

"Milga ookeey?" she asked with worried tone.

"Milga not okey," Milga sobbed. "Did, did anybody follow me to the water?"
she asked. She was starting to shiver. With adrenaline wearing off, she was
going into a shock.

"No, Milga alone. Milga bleed," the matron replied and before Milga could
tell her no, sent the pod's fastest swimmer to ring the dolphin bell.

"No, don't sound the alarm!" the last thing Milga wanted was to woke up
whole hall. It was too late. The dolphin bell rung and she could see lights
coming on at the hall and people running out. She winced. Now everybody
would know.

"Milga swim dock, now," the matron commanded. The girl really had no
choice, not with whole pod prodding her to right direction, offering her
fins if she wanted to be towed. Milga refused help and started swim back to
the hall.

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