The Fall of Paris

Posted on Thu Mar 19th, 2020 @ 4:37am by Lieutenant Kadian Paris & Fleet Captain William Paris

Mission: Mission 100: I'm Going to Ruin Somebody's Day
Location: Various Locations - Starbase Vanguard
Timeline: 0912Hrs - July 12th, 2393

This was a typical autumn day in the northeastern United States, the winds whistling like lonesome wraiths over the lakes and depositing blankets of snow and ice over the countryside of early winter, picking up the fallen leaves and tossing them about in little whirlpools across the school grounds. The three companions sat next to each other upon some benches by the football field.

Naki was a few months older than Kadian, with skin as black as new moon’s midnight. Her parents were from the Congo, but had lived in America since before Naki was born. Doreen was two weeks younger than Kadian. Dorrie was ghostly pale; a pasty, pudgy little imp with a quick and sassy mouth. Together they were about as different as three friends could possibly be but untainted by the prejudices of their elders

"I’m so excited about the concert tonight," Naki was telling Kadian.

Kadian had been invited to play a Beethoven concerto with the local civic orchestra as soloist and everybody was looking forward to it. It was to be held at the high school auditorium.

"I’m going to hang around here and practice on the grand in the auditorium before I go home to change for the concert," said Kadian, "Will I see you later tonight?"

"Are you kidding? Of course, you’ll see us!" replied Dorrie, "and we’re bringing a dozen roses each for the prima donna!"

They all hugged and parted, Naki whispering a heartfelt "Good luck" into Kadian’s ear.

Kadian went back into the auditorium and practiced through her parts for a good hour and a half before going home. She had an hour before she had to be back, and the night was setting in. The walk was only a few blocks and she walked it briskly. There was a shopping center about halfway home and she was passing it by, when all of a sudden hands gripped her shoulders and she was pulled into an alley amongst some dumpsters behind the stores.

At first, she didn’t know what was happening, but then the situation became clear. There were three older students from the school…dropouts from the system, who had formed a gang in the neighborhood. And they had, off and on, been trouble.
"Well!” cried the leader, "Look who we have here. Little Miss Perfect herself."

"Hmm," piped in another, pushing her to her knees, "a little too much white meat if you ask me."

"Mmmmm," said the third, "I love white meat. Especially breast meat."

Upon saying that, the third boy took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed rather roughly.

"I’ll scream if you don’t let me go immediately," Kadian said with a trembling in her voice.

"Ooooh, scary!" cried the leader, "Breast meat is gonna scream." He reached down and ripped the blouse from her shoulders and snapped his finger. Instantly the cold steel of a jack-knife was felt upon her right breast.

"So … scream away honey," he said, "just remember, the knife is rather sharp, and you don’t want me snappin’ my finger again." There was a coldness in his voice.

"Cut it off." one of the others said.

The terror in Kadian's eyes was nothing compared to the agony in Kadian's mind. 'What could she do?' she thought as the knife began to slide along her flesh and cut the shoulder straps and front of her bra. The leader pulled it off and tossed it into one of the dumpsters. Her breasts were ample and firm. The cold wind whisking down the alleyway made her nipples hard and erect. She was too afraid to say anything, hoping that they would not hurt her. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to control her breathing.

"That’s better," the leader said, "I’m so glad we understand each other. No one’s gettin’ hurt here. Understand?"

Kadian silently nodded, shivering in the cold.

"Remember, baby, you and I were both born black. ‘nd I don’t give a fuck how white your mama was. Understand?"
All Kadian could do was nod, hoping that the knife would not press any harder against her mocha-bronze skin. Her eyes began to tear up.

"Oh, look at that, boys, little mocha baby’s gonna cry!" the leader continued, "Well get this, baby, you’re gonna cry a lot more if you don’t do everything we say. You got me, girl?" as he stood over her.

Another nod. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Thoughts were racing through her mind at hyper-speed. Fifteen years old…virgin…raped. And she was totally helpless. The gang member to her left was rubbing his crotch up against her shoulder. His penis was so hard she could feel it through his jeans. How foolish she had been all her life, thinking she had a guardian angel. Where was that guardian angel now? 'Mama … please help me,' she fervently prayed in her mind, knowing that guardian angels were about as real as fairy tale princesses.

"And you strut around thinkin’ you’re too good for the hood," said the leader, interrupting her thoughts. "Well show us how good you are, baby, and suck my dick!"

Kadian knew she had only seconds left before he was going to violate her. She clamped her jaw tightly, but as the leader began to unzip his jeans, the boy to her left who had been rubbing his hard-on against her shoulder pinched her nose, so the only way she could breathe was to open her mouth. As she struggled to hold her breath, the knife was pressing ever more painfully against her right breast. Finally, she could bear it no more, and as the leader’s dick was emerging from the top of his boxers, she opened her mouth and gasped for air…

Suddenly, everything changed in an instant, too quick to comprehend. Like an object being sucked into a black hole, the leader of the gang flew backward across the alley and crashed with a sickening crunch against the side of a dumpster, leaving him limp and lifeless on the pavement. Simultaneously, the knife pressing into her soft flesh went flying through the air, landing with a rattling uselessness far down the alley pavement, as its bearer was thrown against the brick wall behind him, rendering him unconscious as well.

The third gang member, who had seconds before been so busy humping her shoulder, began to comprehend the situation and turned to flee. But a hand came down upon his shoulder like a vise grip and turned him around to face the wrath of his attacker.

"Well, well, well! What have we here? Big boys attacking a little girl. I’m truly impressed! Your mothers must be proud." A bass growl of a voice echoed through the area. The only member still conscious was shaking like a leaf as he pissed himself, as the terror seized him as William Paris's face appeared suddenly, he had an evil grin on his face. "I could easily kill you, you know. But I have another plan for people like yourselves."

Kadian began to take stock of the situation as the voice of her father brought her back to reality.

"First thing tomorrow morning," he continued, "I expect the three of you to report to the army recruiter on 3rd street…first thing. Understand?" Paris growled softly, there was no brooking any kind of argument in his voice.

It was the boy’s turn to nod now as if his life depended on it.

"And don’t even think of running. I know who you three are, and I can make life hell for you if you don’t do exactly as I say. As a reserve captain, I will be checking to make sure you showed up. Don’t fuck with me, boy!" he commented with a soft growl. "Do not fuck with me boy or I will fucking kill you all." Paris pushed him back onto his unconscious friend. "Tomorrow morning, eight o’clock. And tell your friends to clean themselves up. They look like shit, and you smell like piss."

Kadian was struggling to get back to her feet but she was trembling so violently she couldn’t stand. Her father simply swept her up in his arms like she had no more weight than a baby and took her home. The warm comfort of her father’s arms penetrated deeply into her frame and she was quite able to walk by the time they arrived, but he carried her to her bedroom and laid her down next to the evening gown on the bed.

It was then she realized that she had only half an hour to dress and be ready for her concert.

"I can call the school and cancel for you,” the father said, "No one would blame you." her father explained.

“No,” she replied, "I’ll be fine. I can’t let everyone down." But inside, she felt a great turmoil of emotions, when suddenly the world around her shifted, her father faded as if smoke on the cold winds as Kadian Paris found herself wearing her uniform and she was seated in one of the offices she normally borrowed, she held a PADD in her hands as he looked around. "What the hell was that?" she whispered softly.