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  As anybody reading this may have figured, I hadn’t put on any underwear that morning. Once they dragged me out, they jerked down my flimsy shorts. I was instantly nude from the waist down.

  “Don’t worry about her top,” Joe told his cohort, “I’m going to be concentrating on things lower. Let’s bend her over the horse.”

  The other redneck flipped one end of the pole off a sawhorse and they forced me to bend over it. They tied my hand on the far side. By standing on my tiptoes, I prevented the rough edges from cutting into my belly. I tried to twist my head to see what was going on behind me. I couldn’t see much.

  “Let’s turn her around and put her butt toward the light. I want to see what I’m doing.” They twisted the horse around, forcing me to go with it. Unable to stay on my toes, my belly scraped across the splintered wood.

  If I had to guess it must have been around midday, the sun must have been directly overhead. It seemed the only light came from the large sliding door I had driven through. They had apparently closed it to keep us from escaping. Now that we were captive, they reopened it for light.

  “Get me that short whip, Rudy,” the one called Joe instructed his partner. “I don’t want to miss like Buster did.”

  “I got a better idea, brother. You want to fuckup her butthole? Then instead of whipping it, let’s fuck it. Let’s all of us fuck her up the ass.” He laughed a retarded laugh.

  I was about to be sodomized on a mass scale.

  I’m not going to lie and say I had never been fuck up the ass. I have. Several times. In fact, I had been fucked in the ass not many days before. My boyfriend usually sodomizes me about once a week. If I have to, I can take a big dick up my ass. The secret is not to tense.

  The problem at hand was the fact I was already tense. I knew to prevent them for doing extensive damage I had a struggle with mind over matter. I tried to let my buttocks as well as my butthole relax. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it.

  Just as I thought I might be relaxed, one of them grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt another dabbing something on my anus. Once he did that, I felt him spread my pussy.

  “She got a nice twat too.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re going to get around to that sooner or later,” another one said. It might have been Buster.

  Suddenly, there was a tremendous pain in my rectum. I screamed, it hurt so bad. One of these missing links had just shoved a horse-size dick up me. And I had thought I could relax.

  There was no relaxing now. All I could do was endure the pain. As hard as I tried, my sphincter was determined to fight against this sudden intrusion. Unable to move, I would just have to ride it out.

  After the redneck butt-fucking son of a bitch had thrusted into me several times, my muscles were starting to relax. It wasn’t hurting as bad. Whether my rectum had been torn or otherwise damaged I wouldn’t know until later. Meanwhile, my rapist was thrusting deeper and deeper. I had finally accepted the fact this wouldn’t end until he was through. I was hoping to feel him shoot up inside me before long.

  Finally, he did. I felt his dick pulsate inside me. My biggest fear now was all but knowing another one would do the same once he pulled out. I had an idea while the dick was still wedged up my ass.

  “Whoever does me next, please do my pussy. Please let my butt rest.” I couldn’t see who I might be talking to with my body over the horse and my face a foot or so from the ground.

  I suppose there is a little mercy even amongst creatures raised by wolves.

  “That what I intend to do, lady. You just keep your legs spread,” I heard one of them say.

  To make my second rapist aware I was following his orders, I spread my feet a little farther. I wanted to make my pussy as accessible as possible while my butthole recuperated. When this one thrust into my vagina, I had the sensation he wasn’t as large. On the other hand, that may have simply been a perception considering my vagina, even as tense as I was, was significantly larger than my rectum.

  Now that the pain was not as excruciating, I tried again to relax. The humiliation was now foremost in my mind. In addition to the humiliation was the fear of what would happen to us once they had used us to their satisfaction. They weren’t going to turn us loose. As stupid as they were, they knew we would go straight to the authorities.

  It wasn’t long before the second inbred was through with me. In the final moments, he thrust as far into me as he could. Once he withdrew, I sensed another would take his place. I was right. I felt hands spreading my buttocks. Oh, please no, not again!

  “She’s bleeding. You tore her up. I wanted some of that ass. I ain’t got no good ass since I did your sister.” I heard both idiots laugh at the remark. “I don’t want it bleeding. I guess I’ll have to do this fine pussy.” A few seconds later, he was in my vagina. I wondered how bad I was bleeding.

  “Ya’ll can take her loose and tie her to a post when Clete’s through. I don’t want it after ya’ll worn it out. I want that tall gal in there.”

  After Clete used me, they cut me loose from the saw horse.

  “Just tie her to that post there,” Buster instructed. “That’ll hold her.”

  They half dragged, half walked me to a support post about twenty feet from the sawhorses. Making me sit on my sore, bleeding and naked butt, they tied me to the upright.

  Buster had resumed the position he’d taken when lashing Anna. Again, he twirled the bull whip over his head. It came within a few feet of where I was tethered.

  “Bring that tall gal out and bend her over a horse,” Buster instructed.

  Shortly, they had Sarah out, had her stripped and bent over the horse. She’d given them a fight, but it had been pointless. Now she was positioned in as wanton posture as one could imagine. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t force myself not to. I could only imagine what I had look like in that same position with my much larger rear and somewhat larger legs. I suppose it had been my larger, and what I had always thought of as my sumptuous, butt that got us in this situation. Now that same butt was sitting in the dirt and likely still bleeding.

  The inbred asshole with the whip connected with the first lash. I watched as a whelp come up on Sarah’s skinny ass. She screamed and tried to stand. She managed to move the horse a couple of feet. The rednecks thought that was funny. One had to inspect the whelp.

  “What kind of pussy does she have, Joe?” one of them asked, addressing the one doing the inspection.

  The inspector put his hand between Sarah’s legs and separated her labia as best he could with her legs as close as they were. “It looks tight. I’ll let you know later.”

  “Alright, get out of the way unless you want some of this,” Buster ordered and started to whirl the whip again. “I’m going to do this once again and then ya’ll can move her. I know this hurts like hell, ladies. I don’t want to do any more than necessary. Right now, I’m just putting ya’ll in your place. The Mexicans won’t pay for damaged goods.”

  “We gonna sell them to the Mexicans, Buster?” one of the rednecks asked.

  “You gonna sell them, Buster?” the one named Clete repeated the question.

  “It either that or knock them in the head. We can’t turn them loose. I rather have the money.”

  “You gonna take them in the house, Buster?”

  “When we’re through here. Why don’t you go up in the hay loft and look around? Make sure there’s no one around watching.”

  It took Buster two tries to lay the tip of the whip across Sarah skinny butt the second time. As painful as it might seem, at least they weren’t intent on killing us for the moment.

  “What about the last one, Buster?”

  “Let’s save her till we get them in the house. I think I’m going to use my riding quirt on her ass.”

  Chapter Two

  “If you’ll turn over I’ll check and see how bad you’re hurt,” Clete instructed me. It seemed despite his strange looks, he might have had a little gumption. He could ha
ve had a little kindness as well. He was the one who had merciful fucked my vagina after my rectum was damaged.

  Moments before he had told me to get up on the table so he could check me and, as he had put it, put some medicine on me. I turn far enough to present him my butt. He separated my cheeks and said, “Let me get some soap and water and I’ll clean you up.” A moment later I could hear water running at the sink.

  “You’ll be alright,” he informed me after he had bathed my bottom with soap and a wash cloth, “I’m gonna put some rubbing alcohol on your butthole. It’ll burn like the dickens, but it’ll stop it from getting infected.”

  “Thank you,” I said. I guess I was just glad to get a little compassion. I sucked in my breath as he liberally dabbed alcohol on my anus.

  “I’m going to tell you now, Buster likes to whip women. He’s gonna whip ya’ll some more. The only good thing is the Mexican won’t take none that cut up or has sores or wounds, so Buster just whips to hurt.”

  I guess that should have been good news, but my curiosity was greater than my fear. “What do you mean the Mexicans buy women? There’s no slavery in Mexico. What do they buy them for?”

  “Oh, they don’t keep ‘em very long. Just long enough to sell them to the Saudis.”

  “The Saudis?”

  “Yep. They load ‘em up on a plane and fly them back to their country. They’re never heard from again. They love white women and tall, fair-skin Mexican women.”

  That wasn’t very encouraging. Skin hardly got any fairer than mine. I started to ask him why he was here since he seemed like a sort of decent guy, but I heard the other three coming in the backdoor with the other girls.

  Buster had told Clete to bring me first since I had to walk slow with my injured butt. He didn’t want to move all the women from the barn to the house at the same time. In the off-chance there were someone around to see, a cluster of eight people would attract attention. They had allowed me to put back on my shorts. I saw the other girls were dressed as well. Naked women in the great outdoors attract attention also.

  “Let’s take them to the dungeon,” Buster instructed.

  Although Clete had been gentle up to this point, he grasped my arm and pulled me off the table.

  I had expected them to force us down a set of steps and into a cellar below ground. That didn’t happen. With Clete leading the way and me right behind, we were marched down a hallway until we came to a door with multiple locks. At the present, the locks weren’t closed. Clete opened the door and flipped on an overhead light. Although the room wasn’t flooded with illumination, it was brighter than it had been in the barn. There were no windows, but there were other things.

  There were dungeon things. One was a crudely built spanking bench or horse on which a subject could be mounted facedown. One could use their imagination to figure what all could be done to them once they were secured atop this device.

  There was a pulley mounted in the ceiling. The pulley held a rope on either side. On one end of the rope was a bar. There were straps on each end of the bar. It was plain to see a subject could be secured by either their arms or their feet and then pulled off the floor. This probably made an ideal position for Buster to whip some unlucky female.

  The next thing catching my eye was a table about four feet wide and approximately six feet long. It set about two feet off the floor. On one end, the posts or legs supporting the table continued about three feet beyond the top to a height of approximately five feet. Near the end of these post were leather straps. It was easy to see the straps were used to secure either the upper or the lower limbs of the subject.

  I was soon to find out.

  “Put this one on the table,” Buster instructed the rednecks, indicating Wanda. Wanda was the only one who hadn’t been dealt any physical misery so far. That wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Wanda might have either been smarter than the rest of us or in a state of total shock. She didn’t struggle while they removed her clothes or while they had her lie on the table and secured her feet with the leather straps. I hadn’t notice before, but there were also straps on the other end. These were for securing the hands.

  Once the rednecks, Joe and Rudy, had Wanda secured and spread in as wanton position as a woman could be spread and with every orifice exposed, Buster stepped up. Placing a hand on either side of her hips, he slid her bottom about six-inches over the lip of the table. This spread her even more, leaving her wantonly gaping from top to bottom.

  Again, I wanted to turn my eyes away and not stare at my friend’s nakedness, but I felt as if doing so would leave her even more vulnerable to whatever Buster intended to do.

  “Chain these other three to the wall,” Buster commanded. “We’re going to let them watch.” He pointed to the wall directly behind us. There were small chains secured to that wall.

  “I’m gonna give her a few love licks, then I’ll let ya’ll have a turn. Just stripe her up, but don’t hit that fine pussy all spread open there. Whatever you do, don’t cut her. I sometimes think the Mexican sort of likes them striped up, but he won’t take them if they’re cut. That’s because the Saudis won’t take them from him. He couldn’t give a shit one way or the other.”

  “You go right ahead, Buster,” one of the rednecks said. “You know me. I like to watch a woman get a whipping about as much as I like whipping her.”

  Buster gave a scoff and swiped the back of Wanda’s legs with the short three-lash quirt. Wanda screamed.

  Buster laughed. “Did you see her butthole pucker on that one?” he asked his three cohorts.

  Rudy had something to say, “I saw that. Don’t you think she need that big butt plug up her ass till she can stop puckering it at people. That ain’t polite.”

  There was a chorus of laughter on that remark.

  “You can get one, Rudy,” Buster allowed, “but get a smaller one. Don’t get the fat-girl plug. Her butthole don’t appear that big and we don’t want to tear another one like ya’ll already have.”

  Buster gave Wanda another swipe across her buttocks while Rudy disappeared to find a plug to put up her butt. It might have been a silly thought at the time, but I wondered if they cleaned these things before using them on different women. It was doubtful. Very doubtful. Germs would not be a factor with these creatures.

  I didn’t see him do so, but Rudy must have applied some sort of lubricant before he inserted the thing into Wanda’s rectum. It didn’t appear to give him much problem.

  Wanda was crying now.

  Buster swiped her several more time with the quirt. Thankfully, they didn’t want to break the skin. It could have been a lot worse.

  “I tell you what, fellows, we might not ought to whip this one anymore. I’ve got her striped up about as much as we should for one day. Put her in the cage and get another one,” Buster decreed. “Get that one there.”

  I realized he was pointing to me.

  I knew it had been coming, but now that it was imminent, I was scared. As they unchained me, I saw Wander being pushed to a small caged-in area resembling a miniature jail. Dragged and pushed while I shouted and cursed them for everything I could, I soon found myself stripped and on the same table Wanda had been lying. For some reason the retard, my caregiver, Clete had stood back and hadn’t participated in manhandling me.

  One of the rednecks pinned my upper body to the table while the other one held a leg. Buster had to not only hold one leg, but buckle the straps around the same ankle. Once he had done that and with someone else holding the other leg, his task became easier. Shortly, I was secured.

  Clete then stepped forward. “You can’t put no plug up her butt, Buster. Joe’s done tore her butthole up. It was bleeding.”

  Lord, I was hoping Buster would take Clete’s advice.

  “Ok, Clete, calm down. I won’t. I’m just gonna give her a good whipping. Well, actually, I guess it’s someone else’s turn to give a whipping. I tell you what, Clete, since you’re so concerned about her, do yo
u want to give her the whipping?”

  I lay naked and helpless and watching them between my upturned legs. I was hoping Clete would volunteer to whip me. Somehow, I felt he would go as easy as he could on me. Say yes, Clete.

  “Yeah, I’ll do it,” Clete reached to take the quirt from Buster.

  Buster held on. “You are going to have to whip her good, Clete. If you don’t, I’ll take the whip back and I’ll do it myself twice as hard. By the way, you said her butthole was bleeding. I don’t see it.”

  “Ain’t enough light in here to see, Buster. Look here, I’ll show you.”

  Both men squatted down at the end of the table. Clete spread my cheeks and pulled my anus open. “See. That’s where it was. It’s done stopped how.”

  Buster stood and dismissively turned his back to me and Clete. He glanced at the other two girls. “Just whip her ass real good, Clete.”

  I won’t describe my whipping other than to say it was painful. I had probably been struck harder with a switch as a child, but those switching never lasted long. This one lasted longer than I would have preferred, but it could have been a lot worse. Clete and I both knew he had to strike me with enough force to satisfy Buster.

  Buster finally came forward and held up a hand. “That’s enough, Clete. She’s whipped. They’ve all been whipped for the day. So, you know what that means? We’re gonna fuck this one.”

  “She’s already been fucked, Buster,” Clete seemed trying to reason.

  “Not by me, she hasn’t.”

  I supposed Clete couldn’t argue with that. He didn’t offer any more objections.

  Buster dropped his pants and grabbed his dick. Looking through my upraised legs I could see he had a raging erection, but was only moderately built, perhaps six-inches or so. This wouldn’t be as bad as the whipping, but I wasn’t going to enjoy it. I had made up my mind some time ago I was going to kill all four of them, but right now the only thing I could do was try to relax and accept it.