Livin' In the Country
Chapter 22
Mimi Marlowe would never forget the incredibly brutal raping she got
that night. His first thrust made her feel as if she had been kicked in the
belly by a mule. Before she could begin to even react to the pain, a second
hammer-like blow followed, driving the air from her body. A third and a fourth
and on and on this awesome, terrible assault continued. To Mimi there was only
pain and more pain, all centered deep inside her cunt. He was driving a spike
into her every time he lunged and cursed her for being the cheap whore that she
sometimes dreamed of becoming.
The force of his massive cock blasting away inside her poorly toned body
caused her eyes to bounce in their sockets, making the room jump every time he
skewered her and snarled that he wished he could fuck her to death. He did a
good job of trying; she had to give him credit for that. The fury of his attack
never slackened, the pain remained unending and as intense as anything she had
ever experienced. She became aware of his sweat dripping onto her breasts and
into the hollow below her neck. The little pool of perspiration in that hollow
began to splash as the ferocious rape continued unabated.
He had her pinned down and she realized that the handcuffs had begun to
rub away the skin covering her bony spinal column. At first it was just a blip
on the radar screen, but as blow after blow was delivered to her cunt the pain
in her spine began to assume serious proportions. Mimi began to scream between
the powerful strokes he delivered like some type of machine. Each was cut off by
the force generated when the head of his cock pounded against her bruised
cervical wall. She started to believe that perhaps he was capable of killing her
in this manner. Her insides felt strange, almost as if they were being turned
into mush, liquifying from the heat and mindless crushing taking place in her
deepest chamber.
Abruptly he halted his attack and stared down at her shocked face with
eyes glittering like some animal about to take its prey. He shifted his hips
from side to side, making her battered cunt walls stretch even more, bringing a
new and different kind of pain to make her wish for death rather then endure
another bout of this terrible torment. Then his big hands were around her neck,
squeezing hard and cutting off any air from reaching her lungs. Her eyes bulged
and panic made her heart race to the point that it felt as if it was about to
burst from her chest. She began to think that she was about to die on these
soaked sheets in this dreary room, killed by an animal disguised as a man. She
did not want to end her life this way. She started to pray for a miracle,
promising whatever force interceeded on her behalf that she would do their
bidding for the rest of her days on earth. At that point everything went black,
Mimi thought she was on the brink of death.
When she awoke, her cunt was throbbing, her throat ached and she lay in
a pool of her own urine, having lost control of her bladder as she passed out
from being strangled. Her assailant was seated on the bed staring at the
television which was showing an overweight woman in her fifties drinking some
guy's piss staight from his dick.
"Back for round two? Give me a minute and I'll fuck you some more. What
you got earlier was just the first installment. I thought I could cram in the
whole course in one night, but that dumb cunt Cora is probably getting her
brains fucked out in exchange for some meth. I'm gonna have to put that bag of
bones back in county for another six months. Some of them never learn it seems.
I hope you're smarter than Cora. You should be, considering that you're a
schoolteacher. Then on the other hand I have to wonder how smart you are if you
teach youngsters about sex instead of letting their parents handle that. Come to
think of it, you must be kind of dumb to run me off the road in broad daylight
and then say that you didn't see me in my police car until it was too late. I'm
only letting you off with probation because of your age, occupation and lack of
prior convictions."
His words were like a slap in the face to Mimi. He was treating her as
if she was one of those ill educated folk who had no interest in anything that
didn't involve drinking, fornicating or cheating on their spouses. What did he
mean by probation? Was this some kind of poor joke played on her? Perhaps she
ought to hire a lawyer and see what she could do to protect her rights in this
matter. Obviously his intentions towards her were strictly business it seemed,
and rather under the table at that. Then she recognized the fact that here she
was, stark naked and handcuffed, lying in his bed in a pool of her urine,
waiting for him to rape her once more.
She shuddered when she also realized that she was getting wet just
thinking about getting more of the same from this cruel but fascinating man. She
was not disappointed, for he gave her an encore performance that made her scream
with ecstasy and beg him to fuck her until she came, no matter how long it took.
All he did was grin, kick his attack up another gear and make her see her god.
At least that's what she thinks she saw just before the top of her head was
lifted off from this explosion that took place deep inside her twitching,
quivering, soaking wet cunt. Afterward he took off the cuffs so she could change
the bedding. Mimi spent the rest of the night on the floor, once more handcuffed
with only a thin blanket to protect her from the cool evening.
The next day he kept Ms Marlowe extremely busy, cleaning, washing, doing
the dishes, cooking and neatening up the rest of the hovel that he called home.
She discovered that as part of her probation she would not be fed, however she
would be allowed to drink a quart of water in one sitting. Mimi was allowed only
one bathroom break every six hours, not a problem except after she had just
downed a quart of water, usually at midday or early in the afternoon. When she
relieved herself she would be observed by the sheriff who delighted in seeing
how much he could break her concentration, thus making the entire process even
more demeaning.
She was raped once in the morning and again in the afternoon, short but
brutal poundings that she was beginning to secretly relish. Vlad also began
filling in the blanks when it came to his version of probation and just what
type of relationship he had developed with this woman, Cora. When combined they
gave her a picture of Vlad that effectively scotched any plans or dreams she may
have had concerning their future personal relationship.
It turned out that Vlad was more of an automaton than brute. He had a
strict but skewed moral sense that controlled his life in almost all its facets.
His beliefs could not be argued or even discussed, they were his beliefs, that
was that. Mimi Marlowe was a law breaker and was to be treated as such despite
her position in society. There was almost nothing personal in the way she was to
be treated; all of those women who were put on probation by the sheriff were
treated the same.
Rape was just a tool he employed regardless of the woman's age or
position in society. It was used to make her humble, even subservient. If the
woman was attractive or skilled in the bedroom arts he naturally enjoyed raping
her somewhat more. He used Mimi's expertise as a fellatrice, especially her deep
throat techique, as an example of a woman giving him more enjoyment while he was
employing standard disciplining procedures on her. Different crimes brought
different punishments. Ms Marlowe was at the low end when it came to the type of
punishment regime that Vlad determined she should undergo, and for how long.
He summed up her situation in blunt fashion. "Every time you take a dump
I want it to remind you that you broke the law and are being punished for it.
That's why I make sure that you bleed from the rectum when I have anal sex with
you. Every time you have sex during your probation I want it to be uncomfortable
for the same reason, that's why I go out of my way to pummel and pound you until
you're sore and aching when I let you return to your home and other life. I
spank you hard and often so that every time you sit you are reminded of your
situation. Obviously to a person such as yourself, waiting on me hand and foot
for an entire weekend, having to fast and being observed closely while you
urinate, as well as the sex and spankings completes your humbling."
In contrast he gave her the story of Cora and what she experienced
starting with a rather harsh period of probation that soon graduated to being
sent to the county women's farm and workhouse, a facility where she was
brutalized and turned into the sex toy for some of the women guards. It was not
a pretty tale by any stretch of the imagination.
The first time she was arrested, Cora was charged with prostitution. At
the time she had just turned sixteen and was hooking to get money to support her
meth habit. Cora was a pretty girl, but like many of the teens living in the
country she was on the verge of being obese, the result of the less than well
balanced diet provided at home, and all the junk food that she shoveled into her
mouth as a substitute for popularity. Selling her body, all 195 pounds of it,
was a way of empowerment for the girl. Many of her better looking friends were
giving it away for free to their boyfriends or even family members. The fact
that men would pay money to use her sexually made Cora feel important and was a
source of good money when she applied herself. She was not particular about who
her customers were or what they wanted to do to her, as long as they had the
right price for her services.
While she was being booked at the station, she encountered sheriff Vlad.
He had a private meeting with her in his interview room that lasted the better
part of the afternoon. During that time she was told to strip so she could be
searched for drugs and weapons. She made the mistake of resisting his orders and
so he brought in a pair of his deputies to assist him in this endeavor. When
they finished with her she was naked with her hands cuffed behind her back and
her arms pulled up by a length of rope tied off to a hook in the ceiling so that
she teetered on her toes.
Sheriff Vlad used his standard issue baton and billy club to probe her
various orifices despite her howls and curses. This in turn led to him gagging
her with her own panties held in place by some duct tape. He then employed his
baton as a teaching tool to make her understand the seriousness of the situation
in which she found herself. Drubbing her kidneys, shouders, belly and breasts
with the baton and using the billy club to rape her cunt and asshole proved to
be most effective. Once she became more amenable to his orders he raped her
asshole and cunt to reinforce his command of the situation. Then he turned her
over to his deputies for some additional reinforcement training and education.
She was sentenced to a three month probation period reporting to his
house every weekend beginning at sundown Friday and ending Monday morning at
daybreak. She also had to enroll in a special school run by a close associate of
the sheriff. Here she was subjected to daily training sessions that employed
films, lectures and discussions of the required reading interspersed with doses
of severe corporal punishment to her bound and naked body for any misbehaving or
deviation from the program.
The sight of Cora's pudgy, naked body hanging from the hook in the
ceiling of the "time-out" room, covered with whip marks, was a common occurrence
at the facility. She became the school's poster child, warning the others that
this would become their fate if they too became fractious while in class. A
summary of her weekly attendance and test results were given to the sheriff at
the end of each week. These were used to determine what additional punishment
she was to receive while under his direct discipline.
The girl was kept naked the entire period and raped repeatedly by not
only by the sheriff, but a number of his deputies who were off duty and
peforming this as a form of volunteer service, in a way giving back to the
community by pumping the teen full of semen. To make Cora understand the gravity
of the situation, no attempt was ever made by any of those engaged in having sex
with her to use any form of birth control. This was decreed to be part of her
mental punishment.
However in the interests of fairness she was given the option of
suggesting ways that might prevent her from conceiving. Thus she was used almost
exclusively either anally, orally or accepted vigorous fisting after vaginal
intercourse. To further make her understand the attitude of law enforcement
towards the crime of prostitution, she was required to pay the sheriff and his
associates when they had sex with her. She obtained the money, which was
considerable, by posing for certain types of activities that were considered to
be well beyond local community standards. These included having sex with
animals, performing the more radical forms of water sports and the like, which
included bondage, discipline, forced sex and on occasion even being tortured.
However this last item was closely monitored by the sheriff who attended each
session when she was subjected to this activity.
To improve her self worth and confidence, Cora was put on a strict diet
for the entire probationary period. She was ordered to submit to random weighing
conducted by a representative of the special school in which she was enrolled.
Failure to meet her required weight goal for that day meant an extension of her
probation by one week for each pound in excess of that maximum allowable weight.
Being arrested for prostitution during the probationary period was grounds for
immediate incarceration in the county farm and workhouse. Unfortunately for Cora
she was apprehended in a sting operation run by the sheriff five weeks after
being originally arrested. By then the teen had lost thirty-two pounds, but as
it turned out, this was accomplished strictly by the use of meth and other drugs
that wrung any excess water from her body, and were obtained with her earnings
as a prostitute.
The sheriff took this setback personally. With the permission of the
local court, he was allowed to keep the teen in his personal custody for one
week before she was transferred to the workhouse. During this time he starved
the girl, beat her unconscious frequently, whipped her front and back with
various implements, had her raped dozens of times daily, kept awake with
stimulants that scrambled her mind, forced gallons of water and urine down her
throat, fisted her to the point that her reproductive organs were irreparably
damaged and had her tattooed with the word "LOSER", needled into her stomach.
The day she reached the workhouse she weighed an even 150 pounds stripped.
Cora was strip searched often at the workhouse by those female guards
who took a liking to her. She made the mistake of resisting their advances
initially and paid the price in double work shifts. From eight in the morning
until six in the evening she worked at the farm under the blazing sun in nothing
but a loin cloth. She was shackled at all times and always had a guard nearby to
keep an eye on her or, more than likely, torment her in some way or another. One
of their favorite tricks was to dose her water with salt or worse still, an
emetic that would cause her to leave a trail of fecal matter in her wake for
hours at a time. The shift at the workhouse was just as brutal since she was
assigned to the laundry room where the temperature never fell below 110 degrees
even in the evening which was her shift, running from nine in the evening to
five in the morning wthout any break whatsoever.
After three weeks of this treatment she became one of the girls, taking
on all comers in any hole they selected. By the time she was released from the
workhouse she weighed 115 pounds of almost solid muscle and her tits were so
firm that they barely moved even when she was running without her bra. For her
going away party the guards took her to the showers and raped her fore and aft
for nearly eight hours straight, using every toy and tool they owned and leaving
her asshole and cunt looking like two open wounds, which wasn't too far from the
truth.
This was the person who had failed to show up on Friday night,
irritating the sheriff who took out his anger on Mimi. She dared not even wonder
what might happen to her if this girl was absent once more. As it turned out it
might have been better had Cora not appeared. Unfortunatey Vlad had pulled some
strings and about an hour after he had finished dinner a patrol car from a
neighboring county pulled up and disgorged its passenger, a disheveled and very
upset Cora Lauren. The timing was ideal since the sheriff had just finished
walloping Ms Marlowe's ass until it was a uniform crimson color and the tears
were pouring like fountains from her eyes.
When Mimi Marlowe looked up from Vlad's lap she saw this gaunt teenager
with short black hair wearing a tight skirt, fuck-me pumps and a tube top that
outlined her big nippled tits poking proudly and braless from the elastic
fabric. For her size and weight, Cora had breasts that were rather impressive,
at least 36Cs, perhaps larger. Her face was covered with garish makeup that
looked to have been applied with a trowel. What caught Mimi was the girl's eyes,
big and almost dead looking, reminding her of those of a shark.
The sheriff chuckled and patted the bed on which they were, the teacher
naked and still over his lap with her burning ass exposed to the world. "Nice of
you to visit us. Where were you last night? I was expecting you to help me wth
this law breaker you see across my lap. I'd like you to meet Ms Mimi Marlowe,
she's a teacher and you'll never believe what she's famous for."
The girl took the wind out of his sails when she nodded her head and
replied, "I know who she is. I've heard lots of things about her. She's supposed
to be real cool and knows more about getting guys off than any hooker who ever
worked in the county. I'm kind of surprised that she looks so old and is kind of
skanky too." Vlad chuckled and soundly swatted his prisoner on her red ass,
bringing a sob from the embarrassed woman. Her ears burned from the comments
she'd heard from this little whore. How dare she say such things about her! This
was just the opening salvo of an evening that would humiliate Mimi Marlowe to
the maximum.
( To be continued)
