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Mary's Misery

Part 1

Mary's  Misery

by Abe


       Jenny's Sports Bar was located on high ground between the tracks and the river road.  When the river flooded, the bar would be alone on an island, so those who could afford it lived at least mile or so away, in town or up on the hillsides.  The Girardeau Baptist College was five miles away, so it was unusual to have a dozen or so fraternity boys, men, in the bar, along with the usual dozen or so regulars: farmers, truck drivers, “red necks.”  There were two couples, regulars, and two women who came in solo, trolling for a date.  Mary didn't know if they were hookers, and she didn't really care.


         Mary was tiny, barely five feet tall, and she wore a size two shirtwaist uniform, white with buttons up the front.  While waiting on tables she left several buttons at the top undone, the better to display her cleavage, and several at the bottom, the better to flash some thigh.  That was to increase tips.  The college guys seemed to appreciate the show, trying various stale pick-up lines which she declined with a smile. Some even   tried to cop a feel, and she slapped one of them, saying that if he tried that again she would have her boyfriend, Jerry, break his arm.  He called her a slut.  Mary found herself wishing those clowns would stay on their side of town.  They didn't tip well, either.


       The crowd began to thin out, until, about 1 am the kitchen closed down.  Half a dozen men, regulars, bellied up to the bar.    The college men finished their beers and left all at once.   Since there were no more diners, Mary buttoned all the buttons and transformed herself into a school girl or nurse, perfectly respectable in her white dress and tennis shoes. With a wave to the bartender, she walked out the front door.  In her pocket she had her door key, her ID card, and $97.50 in tips.


       While the parking lot was lighted, the road home was not.  It was nearly a mile to walk to her home in the trailer park, and she walked along the gravel shoulder of the road.  A big tanker truck roared past her, nearly blinding her with its headlights.    Then some lights approached from behind her.  They slowed.  A plain white van stopped beside her, and two big men, wearing Richard Nixon masks, jumped out.  Mary tried to run, but it was no contest against  two guys, each a foot  taller and twice as heavy as she.  In seconds, they put duct tape over her eyes and around her head, then lifted her into the van, holding her down on the floor.  As she heard the sliding door shut, she knew she was in real danger.


       The van drove a few miles on the paved road and then turned onto a gravel track.  She could feel each bump through the floor.  Someone was sitting on her back, mashing her breasts against the metal.  Then the van stopped.  The door opened.  She was half lifted, half dragged across gravel and grass.  There was a man holding each arm, and there was a driver, so there were at least three kidnappers.  Escape was impossible.  Stairs, a door, and she was in a building.  She guessed it was one of the fifty or so fishing shacks along the river bank.  If she screamed, no one would hear.  “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.


       “Because we can.  You are a trailer trash cunt, and a cunt is a terrible thing to waste.”  As her arms were held tightly, another man began to unbutton her dress, but, impatient, he then ripped it open, with buttons flying.  Her dress fell open, revealing a gel-padded push up bra, nude color, $30 on-line, and her matching bikini briefs.  One bra strap over her shoulder was quickly cut away.  Then the other, but the gel filled cups still covered her nipples, until she felt steel between her breasts,  cutting the connection between the cups.  The ruined bra fell away.   Mary realized her breasts were fully exposed, and in a moment strong hands began to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. 


       She cried out in pain and said, “Please, don't do this to me.”  There was laughter from different directions, and she realized there must five or six of them, probably from the college.


       One called out, “Don't worry, slut.  No one misses a slice off a cut loaf.”  There was more laughter.   They held her arms straight behind her as they pulled the sleeves down her arms, pulling the dress off.  “You're gonna like getting fucked until your eyes cross.” 


       “Please, no, I'm faithful to my boyfriend,” she pleaded.


       “Not for long.”  More laughing.  They forced her to her to her knees on the bare wood floor.  Her throat was dry with fear, but they pressed in on her cheeks, forcing her jaws open.  Someone put his hard cock between her parted lips.  “Suck it.  If you don't, you can say good-bye to your nipples.”  While she might still be a virgin, technically, she had learned to give head in high school, and she did the best she could, while someone pinched her nipples.  Twice she gagged and nearly vomited, but finally the guy shot his cum down her throat, and she was forced to swallow it.  “Don't forget, guys, we don't want to leave any DNA.  Wear your overcoats.”


       Mary was still wearing her cotton bikini briefs.  They lifted her to her feet, and someone grabbed the back of her panties, lifting upward, giving her a wedgie.  The fabric of the crotch panel forced its way between her labia.  Someone else pulled up on the front, so there was a sort of tug of war, with the cloth scrubbing back and forth in her slit, rubbing her clit painfully.  She was lifted off her feet by the pressure of cloth against her cunt, while someone cut the waistband by her hips.  Then, with a yank and a tearing sound, her panties dragged painfully between her labia until they were gone, and she was dropped to her knees, naked on the floor.


       They dragged her to a wooden bench and duct taped her  her ankles to two of the legs, so she stood with her legs wide apart.  Then the bent her over and taped he wrists to the other two legs.  Here knees were forced against the bench, so her legs were straight and she was doubled over at the waist, with her butt much higher than her head.  Her breasts hung down, and the men continually squeezed and twisted them.  She heard the sounds of a condom being unwrapped and put on, and she felt the tip of a cock trying to enter her from behind.  She was dry, so the guy had some difficulty.  “Shit, it's like sandpaper.  We need some lube.”


       Another voice said, “I'll look around.  Here, try this.  It's Tabasco sauce, but you  won't feel it unless the rubber breaks.”  She felt two or three fingers rubbing the sauce from front to back and then from side to side, rubbing it over her clit and into her cunt.


       “It burns!” she cried.  There was more laughter, and then she felt the narrow neck of the bottle sliding into her, like a tampon, and the shoulder of the bottle began to spread the walls of her cunt farther than Jerry's prick ever had, and the pepper sauce burned deep inside her. She was sobbing uncontrollably as her rapist pulled the bottle out of her cunt with a sucking sound and slopped some sauce on her asshole.  Then he pressed the mouth of the bottle against her asshole.  The neck was forced in, and then the shoulder of the bottle seriously stretched her anus until the full width of the bottle entered her, painfully, bigger than a bowel movement.  The pepper irritant burned the walls of her rectum.  Bent over as she was, the bottom of the bottle was higher than the neck, and the guy shook the bottle, pushing it in and out, to coax more pepper sauce into her ass.


       As Mary was concentrating on the pain in her ass, a condom-clad cock was thrust into her burning cunt.  The humiliation, being fucked in both holes simultaneously, made her howl in despair.  The guy didn't last long, but another took his place to fuck her doggy style, each thrust scrubbing the pepper into the walls of her cunt and driving the bottle back and forth in her tortured asshole.  A third rapist had his way with her, as her insides cramped  with pain.  Number four pulled the bottle from her ass and shoved his cock into her in its place, as he pulled on her hips and banged her knees against the bench.  The pain, however, was surpassed by the pain in her nipples as someone twisted them with pliers.


       The torment paused for a moment.  Five stiff pricks had gone soft inside her.  Were there more?  “Everyone satisfied?  We can let her go?” said a voice.


       “I want to fuck her ass, but I'm not hard yet.  But I will be soon.”  She felt a leather belt smack her bottom. She screamed as several more blows reddened her butt.  “That's better.”  There was a pause to put on the “raincoat”, and then another stiff prick forced its way into her resisting anus.  Some more Tabasco sauce was applied as lubricant, and as it was carried inside by the ribbed condom, Mary's gut spasmed in protest.  Each thrust pushed her hips forward, and she had to push back to keep from toppling face forward to the floor.  By the time the guy came, Mary was exhausted, and her guts were on fire inside.


       As the guy pulled out of her ass, two more took up beating their victim.  One, with a knotted rope, thrashed her back, with the rope wrapping around and the knots punishing her breasts.  He also swung the rope upward between her parted thighs, aiming the knots at her clitoris.  Then part of  a fishing rod swished against her ass cheeks, again and again, leaving intersecting pink welts.  “Watch this,  bacon strips,” said her torturer, and he brought the rod downward, almost tangential to her buttocks, leaving broad red stripes of stretched skin, first on one cheek, then the other.


       By then, another prick was erect, and its owner thrust it into the sobbing woman's cunt from behind.  Holding her hips so she wouldn't topple over, he pumped into her furiously.  Her cunt burped and farted as the plunger pumped air into and out of her, endlessly, it seemed, until at last the cock went soft and pulled out.  Then the owner, or someone else, forced fingers into her worn out cunt, pushing until his whole hand entered her.  He made a fist, and Mary screamed, afraid that she was seriously injured.  When he pulled his fist out, as painful as childbirth, it felt as if her womb was being sucked out of her.


       “I've found a package of fish hooks with attached leaders.  Let's give her some piercings.  Put hooks through her nipples and her clit and hang sinkers on them.”  Her fear became even more acute.


       “No.  If she complains that she was raped, the sheriff will  say she's just a whore complaining that she wasn't paid.  If she shows up in the emergency room with hooks in her, the police will have to pay attention.  It's time to take her home.  Don't worry.  We know where she lives.  There will be a next time.”


       They dumped her on the gravel by the entrance to the trailer park.  She was naked, but for her shoes.  She sat on her bruised and burning bottom, the gravel painfully pricking her reddened skin, and she managed to get the duct tape off, so she could see.  She got to her feet and, by moonlight, looked for her dress.  It was gone, along with her key and ID and money.  She would have to walk through the trailer park stark naked, but probably everyone would be asleep or watching TV; she wouldn't be seen.  She walked quietly, trying to stay in grass as much as she could so as not to crunch the gravel.


       She couldn't see Jerry's rig.  He had said he was taking a load to Gainesville but should be back in the morning.  With no key, she would have to wait for Jerry to let her in, and if he wasn't back by dawn, she couldn't just stand on the door step while people drove by.   She stood in the shadows beside her trailer, hugging her bruised breasts and shivering in the chill of the night, even as her bowels cramped and her cunt still burned.  She reached down to see if she could ease the pain.  Just touching her clit was so painful she wept.  She wondered what she could tell Jerry and whether he would understand.  If he didn't...


       The moon disappeared, leaving her concealed by the blackness of night.  But then the sky lightened in the east, and a few lights came on.  She heard a car start, and she realized she had to hide somewhere.  She went behind the trailer and lay face down in tall weeds.  It seemed as if she could feel each stiff stalk pricking her tortured breasts and bruised body, some even finding their way between her labia and stabbing her clit, prolonging her misery.  She waited, sobbing, as the sun rose and the trailer park came to life.  


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