Shannon and the Rednecks
(working title)
by Caliban


Shannon had a tendency to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  There was the time 
when her and her boyfriend got arrested for indecent exposure when they were having 
sex in the park not realizing that there was a policeman’s picnic that day.  Once, she 
was cited for solicitation when she got drunk and asked a man for sex, and he thought she 
was a prostitute.  And then, just last week, was the worst of them all.

Shannon had just been on the worst date of her life.  Her date, on the surface, was 
everything she could have wanted in a guy.  He was cute, witty and charming, and 
dressed impeccably well.  She had met him in a bar a few weeks ago, and they hit it off 
instantly, and agreed that a date was in order.  She was standing in front of a local store 
waiting for him, wearing a slinky, sexy black dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, 
and some sexy underwear, just in case.  He picked her up in his 94 Camaro, and as soon 
as she sat down, he proceeded to blast his bass at unheard of levels, causing Shannon’s 
ears to ring for an hour.  He was cute, though, so she decided to stick it out even though 
he was playing the newest Eminem track, just like every other white boy in town.  He 
proceeded to drive her to a part of town she had never been in before.

They arrived at the restaurant, a Denny’s, of all places.  This guy obviously had enough 
money to take her somewhere nice, she wondered, so why a Denny’s on a first date?  As 
the date progressed, he moved closer and closer to her.  He placed an arm around her 
shoulders while she was enjoying her salad, and suddenly placed a hand under her skirt.  

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, as she clenched her thighs and removed his 
hand.

"C’mon baby.  You are just so hot, I had to get me a piece of that," he said as he cupped 
her left tit.

"I don’t know what kind of girl you took me for, but I usually like to kiss a guy before we 
go any further!"

And before she could continue talking, he looked at her and dove straight for mouth, 
slobbering like a hungry dog.  Shannon unexpectedly opened her mouth to accept his 
tongue, as her body was doing what came naturally.

She quickly got over the surprise.  She opened her eyes to see his hands all over her 36C 
chest, and a few open mouthed patrons and wait staff.  She was mortified.  Shannon 
panicked a bit, and did the only thing she could think of to get this pervert off of her.  She 
withdrew her tongue back and bit his.  HARD.

He screamed in pain as she pushed herself away from him.  Shannon grabbed her purse, 
got up and threw a five dollar bill on the table.  "That’s for my salad.  Enjoy the rest of 
the date, asshole."  With him screaming obscenities at her, she walked out the front door.

She started walking back the way they had come, but after 20 minutes of walking, she 
quickly realized she was lost.  She entered a rural area, and knew this was not the way 
they had come.  It was dark, and Shannon started to get a bit frightened, rightfully so.

Shannon turned around to go back to Denny’s, and try to get some sort of directions back 
home.  As she spun around she was face to face with two large white men in their early 
twenties.  The taller one was very handsome, a man Shannon could easily see herself 
dating.  He had short brown hair, dark brown eyes and a very nice, muscular build.  His 
companion was a bit shorter, uglier, and had a shaved head.  Behind them was an old 
Dodge pickup with no doors, a lift kit, and sporting a large Confederate flag.  They both 
reeked of cheap beer.

"Hey there little lady, you lost?" the tall one asked.  The short one just snickered like the lackey he was.

Shannon was flustered by their arrival, as she was shocked seeing them at all.  She 
decided to play it cool.  "Um...yes... you see, I was on a date, and I left him, and now I’m 
lost. I don’t suppose you could give me a ride back to town?"

He looked down at her.  "I’m Steve, this’n here’s Bubba,  We’ll give you a ride baby.  
Get in."  Steve climbed into the driver’s seat, and Shannon climbed in.  She started to 
buckle the seatbelt, and discovered there was no seatbelt.  She looked down and saw 
Bubba staring at her.  

"Move," he said.  She did, and he climbed in.  They drove away.

It took Shannon no more than two minutes to realize they were going the wrong way.  
"Isn’t the town back that way?" she asked Steve.

He smiled.  Without looking at her, he simply said, "Yup."

They drove on for about 15 more minutes, then pulled off onto a dirt road.  The rest of 
the drive was filled with such twists and turns that there was no way Shannon would ever 
have been able to find her way back unaided.  They finally stopped at lone trailer.  In the 
back, she could see the brightness of flood lights illuminating the yard.  "Get out," Bubba 
said, and tugged at her arm.  She fell out of the truck onto the tall grass.

She got up and followed them inside the "house".  Running would have done her no 
good, she could have been across state lines, for all she knew. She walked into the trailer 
and was accosted by the smell- a combination of urine, tobacco and marijuana.  For a 
moment, she briefly thought of herself as Wendy to their Lost Boys.  The walls were 
covered with anti-black propaganda, and more Confederate flags.  Bubba pushed her onto 
the couch.

Steve faced her directly.  "What’s your name cutie?"

"Sh...sh...Shannon..."

"...well Sh-sh-Shannon, this’s how things are gonna go down.  See, me and Bubba here, we 
don’t believe in rape.  Unlike our brethren, we believe in a woman’s right to choose.  So, 
we will give you the choice here.  We can let you go free, or you can stay here, with us, 
and do whatever we want.  In the morning, you have my solemn promise that we will 
deposit you wherever you wish us to drop you."

At that, Shannon got up and headed to the door.  "I should warn you of a few things 
before you leave honey.  First off, you are about 15 miles from the nearest paved road, 
and it’s 10 p.m.  There is no moon tonight.  There are wolves in the area, not to mention 
our brethren, who, as I have stated, do not share our enlightened sensibilities regarding a 
woman’s rights."

As he said this, a bitter cold whipped her in the face.  She realized he was right, and 
closed the door.  "Good girl.  Now sit!"
 
She hesitated, and Bubba pushed her to the floor.  Steve walked to the closet, and pulled 
out a black leather outfit that she strained to see.  He threw it at her.  "Go into that 
bedroom and put it on.  When you are done, knock on the door.  And remember, as long 
as you are here with us, until the moment we drop you off tomorrow, you are to call us sir 
or master.  You will do anything we say.  At the first sign of disrespect or if you do 
anything we do not like, we will take you further out into the woods than you are now, 
and drop you off.  There will be no warnings.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, stifling a tear.

"I can’t hear her Steve, what’d she say?"

"I don’t know.  Louder, Shannon unless you like the idea of trying to find your way 
home?"

"Yes sir.  I understand."

"That’s better.  Now go change. And before you leave, give me those bra and panties.  I 
want to ensure you are wearing exactly what we want." She reluctantly stepped out of 
her tiny thong and handed it to him.  "Now the bra Shannon."

She looked at him embarrassed.  "I.umm...I’m not wearing one."

Steve raised an eyebrow.  "Tits that size and no bra?  Hoo-wee, Bubba my boy, we have 
hit the jackpot!"

Shannon felt a flush of pride, though she knew she shouldn’t not now, not in this 
situation.  She grabbed the outfit and headed into the bedroom.  As she closed the door, 
Shannon looked at herself in the mirror, then turned around.  She couldn’t bear to look 
herself in the eyes.  She took off her dress, and inspected the outfit.  It wasn’t leather, as she thought: it was black vinyl, with no padding whatsoever for comfort.  The top, as she 
put it on, she realized was made for a woman with a smaller chest.  Seeing she had no 
real choice, she sucked it in and pulled the rest of the top down.  She now had more 
cleavage than any woman with a sense of taste would show.  She could just see the top of 
her aereola peeking over the top of the vinyl!  

She picked up the panties next, and could smell pussy juice in them.  "I’m not the first," she realized.  She put them on too.  Lastly was the real leather dog collar.  She couldn’t quite see the buckle, so she was forced to use the mirror to put it on.  AS she stepped closer to the mirror she saw them.  Along the outline of the floor length mirror was Polaroids, dozens of them, of women of all shapes and sizes, and of all ages: one girl looked to be not a day over 16.  And all of them were wearing this same outfit.  Shannon stifled another tear, collected herself and went to the door.  The brief thought I look damn hot crossed her mind.  She knocked as instructed.

"Who is it?" came Steve’s voice.

She glared at him, even though she knew he couldn’t see her.  "It’s Shannon," she 
replied, with a hint of anger.

"I’m sorry, we don’t know a ‘Shannon’.  We are expecting a nameless slut 
though...would you know her?"

Great, she thought, a mind game on top of everything else.

"Uh yeah, that’s me."

"Who are you again?" Bubba piped up.

She wiped the tears away this time.  "I’m a slut come to be used by my masters," she 
said.

"You may enter."

She opened the door to see Steve and Bubba there, smoking what was obviously pot.  
They offered it to Shannon, who gladly took some.  Maybe this will help dull what is 
about to happen.

"Damn, she looks good," Bubba intoned with a low wolf whistle.

Steve hit him on the back of the head.  Bubba shut up and grabbed a camera.  "No she 
doesn’t.  She’s an ugly, white trash slut who deserves to be kicked to the curb.  I’ve seen 
niggers who look better than this piece of filth."

Shannon fumed internally at the thought of all her black friends who would rip this guys nuts off for such a comment.  But she just stood there, watching these freaks ogle her, and knowing internally she did look damned good.  She even tried to pose a little as Bubba snapped her picture.  

While she was still posing, she didn’t even notice Steve come up behind her and attach a 
leash to her collar.  When this realization hit her, he shoved her a bit, and said "On your 
knees, dog."  She complied.  He gently kicked her (barely) covered ass towards the door.  
"Start crawling, slut."

He walked ahead of her, knowing full well that he could walk faster than she could crawl.  
This gave him the perfect excuse to pull on the leash and practically drag her across the 
lawn.  

"Does doggy need to pee?"

She hadn’t thought about it, but it had been about 8 hours since she had seen a bathroom.  
She suddenly felt the pressure in her bladder.  She nodded.  

"Then pee bitch.  Here’s a good tree."

She was mortified, but suspected she would not have the opportunity to urinate till she 
got home the next day.  She started to squat, and pulled her panties to the side.  She felt a delicious thrill of exhibitionism as the two rednecks watched the urine stream from her 
vagina- it turned her on in a way she had never felt before.  She was at once disgusted 
with herself, and turned on.  

She knew better than to ask for toilet paper, so she proceeded to wipe herself on the 
grass.  The ground was cold and rough, but again, disturbingly erotic.  She looked at her 
masters for approval.  

"She learns fast.  She may be ugly, but not as dumb as the others," Steve said.  "C’mon 
bitch, lets go."  He pulled on her leash, and she followed him.  They stopped at a mesh 
cage that looked as if it had been built to hold a man sized raccoon.  The door was open, 
and in it was a large pink studded dildo.  Bait, Shannon realized.  You would use food to 
capture an animal, but a sex toy to capture a slut.  She crawled in.  Thankfully, the 
bottom of the cage had carpeting, so as to not tear up her knees on the cage.  As soon as 
she entered, the door was shut behind her and locked.  

Her captors looked at her expectantly.  She knew what they wanted.  So, she figured that 
she may as well make the most of it, and put on a show.  She rattled the cage and started 
screaming like a howler monkey.  She even made a fake attempt to break the padlock.  It 
was so realistic Bubba actually rushed in to try and stop her, but Steve, impressed by 
what she was doing, put out an arm to stop him.  In the midst of all the commotion, one 
of her boobs popped out.  She made no attempt to fix it.  She could almost hear their 
boners rising.

Like the caged animal she was, Shannon feigned resignment to her fate.  She sat herself 
down, and began to inspect the dildo.  It was larger than she thought, a good 10" long, 
from base to tip, and very thick.  The studs were about the size of peas.  She fondled it 
and caressed it, as if it were a real cock.  She briefly licked the tip as she looked Steve 
directly in the eye.  Against her will, her exposed nipple got hard the moment their eyes 
met, and he noticed.  

She began to rub the fake cock over her open tit, and realized at that moment just how 
turned on she truly was.  She could smell herself, for Christ’s sake!  She ran the cock 
down her flat stomach and over her clad pussy.  The second it touched her vinyl panties, 
she could hear the slurping sound.  Am I really that wet?!?!?  She peeked a finger in 
underneath and pulled it back.  My God, when I cum, I don’t get this wet!

She pulled the panties to the side: luckily, they had more give in them than the bra.  Her 
cunt was exposed fully to her masters, and she loved it.  She wasted no time in shoving 
that monster deep inside of her-she had done enough teasing already.

"This is better than that time we got your sister in here, Steve!"

"Don’t I know it.  This slut seems to be really enjoying it.  Let’s move’r up to the next 
level, shall we?  Let’s see just how dirty this girl can get!"

Shannon, of course, heard none of this.  She was too busy fucking herself silly with the 
rubber cock.  As she looked down, she was amazed to discover that she was holding the 
dildo by two fingers at the base. I have 9 inches of rubber inside of me.

Just as Shannon came to this realization, she felt a stream hit her head.  Must be the 
sprinklers, maybe I’m getting too hard, and this is how they are punishing me...well fuck 
‘em, I’m going to at least cum from this.  She started masturbating hard and faster now, 
when the realization hit her the water was warm.  She opened her eyes and looked 
around as she fucked herself.  She saw Bubba standing there, cock in hand, peeing all 
over her.  But Shannon was too far gone to care, and just as Steve’s cock came into view 
and he started to discharge his urine, she opened her mouth and screamed as the most 
powerful orgasm she had ever experienced overcame her.  

Her mouth was getting filled with urine, and she didn’t care.  She swallowed it and kept 
going back for more.  As soon as their streams stopped, her orgasm finally subsided but 
she was far from fulfilled.  She had come this far, broken this many taboos she wanted 
to see just how nasty she could let herself be.

Shannon gripped the cage like the animal she was becoming.  She had a look of crazed 
lust in her eyes.  Just then, Steve turned on the hose full blast, drenching her with ice cold well water.  "Can’t have our doggie getting dirty, now can we?"  The urine washed off of her, but she was only getting more and more depraved.

Bubba walked closer to her, as he stuck his arm through the one large hole in the cage 
and grabbed the dildo.  As she grabbed his dick, he let out a startled yelp, as if he 
expected her to rip it off.  He backed off, pulling his cock away, and she looked sad, as if 
her favorite toy had just been taken away.

"Now now, bad doggy." Steve slapped her hand.  "We don’t take things without permission.  A good slut will ask.  Are you a good slut?"

Shannon was in pain, she was so turned on.  She needed a cock in her, badly.  She 
moaned, "Please, master, masters, Let me have it.  Them.  I need your cocks!"

Steve looked at her, his large dick an inch out of arms reach.  She could smell his scent, 
practically taste his precum in the air between them but she dared not reach for it.  He 
gripped his 8" and said firmly, mockingly, "No."

She screamed again, a howl born of desperation and lust.  "Please," she whimpered as she 
saw the look of shock on Steve’s face, "I need to get fucked!"

Steve looked at Bubba, and motioned for him to come over.  Watching him walk with his 
cock hanging out the front of his jeans was both humorous and erotic to Shannon.  At this 
point, she would have fucked anything with a dick.  

Bubba and Steve stood side by side, looking at Shannon, and began jacking off.  Shannon 
could tell they were both getting into it, and she could feel the heat burning up inside her 
pussy.  She had a feeling of regret over not being able to do anything about it, about those 
two delicious dicks just a scant few feet from her.  Her hand reached down to her 
throbbing cunt, and she began to rub.
  
This was too much for poor Bubba.  The sight of this utterly depraved slut, masturbating, 
begging for his cock, and looking at him in the eye caused him to lose control.  He cam 
right there, shooting a large wad of cum right on to the grass.  Shannon groaned at the 
waste.  It would have felt so good going down my throat.

"Bad girl!  Bad!  Look what you made him do!"  Steve walked over to the cage, cock 
hanging out.  He unlocked it, and grabbed her leash.  She looked at his cock, then his 
eyes, expectantly.  "Don’t even think about it."

He led her to the pile of cum, glistening on the grass.  "Clean it up! And don’t use your 
hands."  Shannon eagerly complied.  She crawled over to it, and began to slowly and 
methodically lap at the sperm, sitting there on the lawn.  It tasted like cigarettes, but she didn’t care, she loved cum, and at this point, she was ready to milk a 90 year old, if she had to, just to get her fix..

As Shannon finished cleaning up, Bubba came at her, his now flaccid cock dangling.  
Though not as big as Steve’s, it was a healthy six inches, and thick enough to please her 
pussy.   Steve said, "You’ve done a good job, cleaning up the mess, but you missed a 
spot."  Shannon smiled: she knew what he meant.  She lunged at Bubba, engulfing his 
entire soft cock in her mouth.  There was no gentleness, no foreplay of licking and 
caressing.  She wanted that cock, dammit.  She sucked in all of his tiny soft dick, and it 
didn’t take long until his prick was as hard as her nipples.  

"Steve, she’s gonna make me cum again!"

"Then cum, let the doggy have a treat."

As Shannon heard this, the started to fondle his hairy balls, and force more of his dick 
down her mouth until she was deep-throating him.  She wanted that cum.  If there was 
one thing she knew how to do better than anything else, it was fellatio.  She let out a little hum as she sucked, and that was the final tug that Bubba needed to erupt a stream of 
burning semen down her mouth.  She swallowed it all, and kept sucking, even after he 
went .  She wanted this cock hard again, and within moments, she got her wish.

As Shannon was enjoying the feeling of a soft cock hardening in her mouth, she felt her 
panties fall off.  She looked back, cock in her mouth, and saw that Steve had untied the 
strings.  Just as this registered, she felt his bare cock plunge into her creamy pussy.

Shannon screamed n delight as she kept sucking.  She felt like a pig on a spit, being 
fucked from both ends.  She never wanted this feeling to end, and she let another orgasm 
wash over her and cream Steve’s cock.  

"You’d better clean that off dog," he stated.  He happily took the cock out of her mouth 
an turned around to accept Steve’s, coated with her own creamy juices.  She practically 
devoured his dick, licking off every erg of flavor from him.  She had never sucked her 
own juices off a dick before, but she told herself this would be a regular occurrence from 
now on.

As she swallowed all of her juices off his dick, she felt Bubba’s dick enter her just not 
where she expected.  For the first time in her life, she felt a man in her asshole.  It only 
hurt for a minute, and then she started fucking him .  This new sensation was too much, 
and Shannon came for the third time that night.

Steve suddenly pulled out, and pushed her over.  Bubba collapsed under her, dick still 
inside her engorged ass.  Steve got on top of her.  "Beg, bitch.  I won’t fuck you, and 
neither will Bubba, until you do."

"Please masters, God, please, fuck me.  Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, cum in me, I don’t 
care, just please, fuck me!!!"  She closed her eyes as she begged, and she never saw hi 
pound his cock into her gaping cunt.  

Steve began to give her the fucking of a life, as Bubba continued a gentle rhythm in her 
butt.  She felt like the world’s biggest slut and she loved every minute of it.  She came at 
least twice more while they filled her holes and manhandled her tits.  Just as she was 
beginning to cum again, they both pulled out and stood over her.  Her hand immediately 
went to her clit as they began to shoot their loads all over her face, her tits, everywhere.  
She took their cocks, and, in a moment of utter depravity, shoved them both in her mouth 
at the same time, in an attempt to suck out the last of the juice.  

They got up, and walked away from her, leaving her laying there, cleaning the cum off of 
herself like a cat.  They came back a minute later, fully clothed, and doused her again 
with a hose.  She was saddened by the loss of the cum, but she understood.  They finished 
rinsing her off, and she crawled back, unattended, into the trailer.  She saw her dress 
lying there on the couch, and begrudgingly took off the vinyl bra, and slipped her dress 
back on over her head.  True to their word, they took her straight home. With the 
exception of directions on how to get her home, there was no more talking from anyone 
that night.  

About a week later, she went out to her mailbox.  In it, there was a package with no 
return address on it, and labeled simply "Shannon".  She wondered about the box, took it 
inside and opened it. 

There was an envelope inside and a videotape.  The tape said, "Play me first" on it, so she 
did.  She was greeted by the image of herself being led into the cage, and she smiled.  She 
then opened the envelope.  

	Shannon-

      You were the epitome of our game.  After you, we knew there could never 
another as good as you.  Pure luck occurred in the idea to tape you.  We made 
you a copy, and still have the original... not to blackmail you, but for us to enjoy 
for years to come.  This tape is too good for us to share with anyone except 
maybe Bubba’s sister.  Enclosed you will also find all the pictures of the other 
girls who paled in comparison.  Do with them as you will.  Understand though, 
that we are keeping your panties as a souvenir.   We truly enjoyed you, and if you 
ever want to visit us again, just go wandering around the same place we found 
you... we can find you again.  Just ask anyone in that part of town for us, they can 
get you to us.
      Sincerely, 
      
      Steve and Bubba.
      
She put the letter down, and turned off the TV.  She went to her bedroom, closed the 
door, and went looking for the sluttiest outfit she could find.  She put on an overcoat, and 
headed for her car.  

"Where you headed at this time of night?" her roommate asked.

"Oh, just going to visit some old friends," Shannon replied with a smile.

THE END