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Southern Nightmare: Alabama
by Author Obscure (1997)

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A woman is punished for speeding through a small 
southern town. (M+/F, nc, rp, bd)

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She was driving South. She had two weeks off from work 
and needed a break badly. Her marriage was a mess... 
her career demanding. Her husband was so wrapped up in 
his business, that she seldom even saw him anymore. And 
when she did, things were tense between them. She 
needed more physical attention. He was aware of that, 
but either was unable to fulfill that for her, or he 
was filling his needs elsewhere... she was not sure 
which, but she could not face another day of it. 

She did not leave a note for him. She just packed a bag 
and left. She needed the time to herself to sort out 
her thoughts. What was she to do with this messed up 
life? Should she leave him? Should she fill her needs 
with someone else and stay in the marriage? So many 
other questions that needed answers. Maybe this time 
away from him would give her some answers. Maybe her 
unexplained absence would bring everything at home to a 
head. Maybe he would even be gone when she returned. 

Whatever happened, it had to be better than it had been 
for the last 5 years. She was lost in her thoughts as 
she sped through a small town in Alabama. She idly 
realized that somewhere behind her, she had taken a 
wrong turn. This was not on the route she had planned. 

She thought, "Oh well, it doesn't much matter where I 
am. Just being away is the important thing." The first 
real awareness of her surroundings came with the 
flashing of a blue light behind her. She pulled to the 
side of the road, sighed, extracted her driver's 
license, and was prepared to pay the speeding ticket. 

The police officer approached the driver's side of the 
car. He made a few uncomplimentary remarks about out-
of-state drivers rushing through small southern towns, 
examined her driver's license, and asked her to get out 
of the car. She asked him why that was necessary. He 
told her that it was standard procedure in this "neck 
of the woods." His tone of voice did not leave much 
room for argument. She complied. 

She had no sooner closed the car door when she was 
swung around and her arms pulled behind her. A pair of 
handcuffs were quickly snapped over her wrists. She was 
startled first, then angry! She demanded an 
explanation. The officer told her that she gave up all 
rights to an explanation or any other considerations 
when she broke the law in Reese's town. She asked what 
"Reese's town" meant. Instead of an answer she received 
a rough jerk on the arm in the direction of the patrol 
car. For the first time, she noticed that the patrol 
car was not empty. 

An older man, not in uniform, emerged and walked 
wordlessly to her car, started the engine, and drove it 
away. As she began to protest this action, she was 
shoved roughly into the back seat of the cruiser and 
the door slammed shut with a resounding bang. 

The officer climbed in behind the wheel and the car 
moved off in the opposite direction from where her car 
had headed. Conversation with the policeman was 
useless. He just refused to speak to her again. Fear 
was becoming almost overpowering within her. She was 
constantly stifling a scream and even found herself 
feeling sick. Now she wished desperately that she had 
told someone where she was going. 

The police car drove slowly back into the town that she 
had barely noticed before. The only paved road seemed 
to be the highway. A few old men stood on the street 
corner near a post office. They aimlessly watched the 
police car pass. Did one of them smile when they saw 
her? Two women came out of a hardware store. They 
glanced at the police car, but quickly looked the other 
way, when they saw her. Was she imagining things 
because of her fear? Or did these town people seem to 
know something about her fate? 

She was unceremoniously removed from the car and 
roughly shoved in a small jail cell inside the building 
that bore a small scrawled sign that declared that she 
was entering the "Reese's Sheriff Office." There were 
only 2 cells in the building and the other one was 
empty. 

She noticed that the sun had set and darkness was fast 
approaching. She examined her surroundings. It looked 
like something from a B-grade movie... one dim light 
suspended from the high ceiling, a urinal, a sink, and 
a stained mattress with no sheets. The handcuffs had 
not been removed and were beginning to make her arms 
and wrists ache. 

She looked at the cell adjoining hers. It was odd. It 
had none of the fixtures that "adorned" her cell. It 
had some sort of mat on the floor... something 
resembling the tumbling mats they had used in her 
junior high school. The only other odd thing about 
these cells was that they were not against the wall. 
There was an aisle all the way around the two adjoining 
cells. They were like cages set in the middle of the 
room. 

She considered this for a bit and decided maybe it made 
breaking out of jail more difficult. There were no 
windows in the room at all. It was a cinder block 
building and for the first time, she realized that she 
could not even hear the traffic on the busy highway 
outside. There was a barred door between the "cell 
room" and an attendant's desk. A firmly locked steel 
door separated the attendants "office" and the rest of 
the building. 

She tried calling to the attendant, who was a large 
unkempt man in overalls. He ignored her, as if she had 
said nothing at all. He finally opened the barred door 
and entered the cell area. It was dark now, and she 
felt fear beginning to consume her. He approached the 
cell and looked at every part of her. For a fleeting 
moment a smile turned up one side of his mouth, then 
disappeared. And he slowly reached down and touched his 
crotch, then turned and went back to his desk. She knew 
exactly how helpless she was and could think of no 
useful thing to do to alleviate the helplessness. 

Hours passed and no one else entered the room. She 
could not see her watch, but knew it was getting quite 
late. She shunned the stained mattress, but knew that 
sooner or later she would have to rest as best she 
could there. She heard voices and looked toward the 
attendants office. Seven men had entered the small 
enclosure and were proceeding into the room where she 
was being held. Then three more men entered and came in 
to join the others. The steel door was closed again. 

Now fear was rising in her throat. She knew that 
calling for help was useless. There seemed to be no 
alternative to accepting whatever these men had in mind 
for her. The attendant unlocked her "cage" and pulled 
her roughly out. She wanted to be strong, but felt the 
tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. The other cell 
was unlocked and she was shoved inside. 

The attendant opened a large filthy looking pocket 
knife. Oh God! They were going to kill her! Why? But 
instead, the attendant used the knife methodically to 
cut her clothes from her body. When she stood 
completely naked, the 10 men approached the cage to get 
a better look at her body. Just as she thought that her 
fear could be no worse, the steel door to the outer 
office opened and another large man entered, leading an 
even larger man by the arm. The man being led into the 
cell area was completely naked. And she had never seen 
a penis so large. It seemed to hang half way to his 
knees. 

The naked man looked apprehensive, but unresisting. As 
he was led toward her cell, he saw her for the first 
time. His face broke into a large, somewhat wild grin. 
He immediately reached down and held his long penis in 
his hand and stroked it slowly. It began to respond 
immediately to his touch. Now she knew what her fate 
was to be... at least part of it. And she knew that she 
might not survive this night. 

An older, unkempt man approached the cell. He said, 
"Missy, we don't take kindly to strangers here. We 
especially don't like smartass yankees flying through 
our town like we ain't even important enough to warrant 
a slow down. But a few years back, we came up with a 
cure for that... especially if the yankee is a woman. 
Oh, we have other methods for yankees fellers too, but 
you don't need to worry about that!" 

Several of the other men chuckled at that. The 
spokesman continued, "This here fine looking specimen 
of male prick you see before you, is Jake. Jake is sort 
of like our mascot here 'bouts. You kin see for 
yerself, that he sports the biggest whang in these 
parts. Not many women can handle it. You are going to 
get a chance to try. It may be yore finest hour." The 
men laughed again. She began to beg to be released. 

She promised to pay the speeding fine, no matter how 
unreasonable. The man said, "Tell ya what, Sugar. We 
larned somethin bout you yankees. Money ain't no 
object. Paying a fine makes no difference to yer kind 
at all and we ain't got no use for yankee money. But we 
know a way to make you sit up and take notice, the next 
time you pass through a small town... no matter where 
yer at." 

The old man went on, "Now Jake here is deaf as a post 
and he's dumb to boot. Just thought I'd pass that 
along, so's you wouldn't waste no effort trying to 
reason with him. Anyways, yer gonna need all the effort 
you can muster this evenin." 

More laughter. 

He said, "Ya see, cause Jake has this here affliction, 
he don't get much pussy. It's a real God-send when we 
can help him out like this. The women round here don't 
cotton to men with defects, so we are happy to get him 
an evenin's entertainment, when we can. My advice to 
you, is just enjoy the time he shows you. But you are 
welcome to do anything you like. The more you fight, 
the more he seems to like it, so suit yerself." 

With that, Jake entered the cell, grinning. The 
attendant removed the handcuffs, and left the cell, 
closing the barred door behind him and locking it. 

She thought if Jake could not understand words, maybe 
he could read her face. She looked him in the eyes and 
tried to communicate with him. She hoped he would see 
the terror in her eyes and have pity on her. He smiled 
back with a definite leer. The old man spoke through 
the bars, "Better tell you, Missy, he thinks you yankee 
women like rough sex. We trained him that way. He 
thinks he is doing you a favor." She knew from that 
point on, that there was no way out. 

The temptation to try to avoid Jake was too great. She 
ran to the opposite side of the cell and grabbed the 
bars in front of her. As she did this, a hand from the 
outside clasped over each of her hands and held her 
fast to the bars. She tried to kick at her captors, but 
Jake was on her from the back. He grabbed her hips and 
pulled them away from the bars. At the same time, the 
men holding her, shoved her hands down the bars about 
the level of her knees. Now she was very vulnerably 
exposed for Jake's use. She braced herself for the pain 
of being entered by his gigantic member. 

But instead, he spread her cheeks and rubbed his 
fingers over her anus... then down to her pussy and 
pressed inside slightly. She tried to move away from 
him as several of the onlookers snickered. She heard 
one say, "These yankee women are all so stupid. They 
all do the same thing. And Jake likes the doggie style 
best of all. Maybe the word is carrying north on the 
wind!" 

Laughter. 

She just wanted to get it over with. The humiliation 
was unbearable. But the pain didn't come. Instead, she 
felt Jake's hot breath on her crotch. Oh Please!! NO!! 

From the audience she could not see, "Look at Jake 
slobber. Damn, he acts like an old hound dog in a pen 
of bitches in heat!" Several approving grunts and 
snickers. It became obvious that the men around her had 
extracted their dicks and were stroking them. Her head 
was kept shoved down, but she could hear from their 
grunts and murmuring sounds, that they were going to 
enjoy this as much a Jake. 

They were right about Jake though, he was rubbing his 
face between her cheeks, and then down between her 
legs. He began to lick at her, like a dog drinking 
water. He licked her asshole. He licked her pussy with 
loud slurping noises. Her humiliation was complete. And 
when she thought she could sink no lower, her body took 
on a life of its own and began to respond to Jake's 
ministrations. He began to probe with his tongue. 

For a moment, she thought that he had entered her 
because his tongue was almost as long as a normal man's 
member would have been. The more she tried to remain 
still, the more it became impossible. 

She began to moan softly through her tears. One man 
said, "Look at that yankee bitch. She sure likes ole 
Jake's attention. They're all like that... them yankee 
women. They can't hep theirselves... just naturally 
horny sluts... all of them." He was answered by several 
surrounding grunts and moans.... hers! 

It caught her by surprise... her orgasm. She could not 
fight it. It came in waves, like shock waves from an 
explosion. And as she came, Jake slurped even louder, 
reaming out the inside of her pussy with his loud 
tongue and plunging a long, hairy finger into her 
asshole. She bucked against him and cried and screamed. 
As she came, she felt globs of wet cum splash through 
the bars onto her head and back... and even that, added 
to the depth of her orgasm. 

Now Jake was on his feet. He rubbed his hand in the cum 
deposited on her body and began to rub it in her face, 
on her breasts, and finally on her wet cunt and 
asshole. Then he began to enter her pussy. The pain was 
like fire. All nerve endings were supersensitive from 
her recent orgasm and his cock was really bigger than 
she could take. But he stretched her as he went. She 
screamed several times and each time, she heard the 
approving grunts from the onlookers. 

Jake pressed his finger into her asshole again and 
began to pump into her pussy with his cock. The pain 
was awful. But again, her body seemed to be out of her 
control and she began to respond. 

She realized, with horror, that having the audience was 
adding to her sexual response. Jake pumped away at her 
endlessly. She came a number of times and was joined by 
the unceremonious dumping of cum on various parts of 
her body from the men on the outside of the cell. When 
this would happen, Jake would scoop it from her body, 
and rub it on her breasts or on her buttocks or on her 
back or on her face. 

Her whole body was now covered in slick cum that began 
to dry in places and pull the skin tight. She cried and 
she screamed and she came. After an unbelievable amount 
of time, Jake pulled out of her pussy and pulled her 
away from the bars. He sat her down with her back 
propped against the cage. He stood before her, grabbed 
a handful of hair and pulled her head back. He then 
pressed his cock into her mouth. She thought about 
biting him, may have even begun to do that, but he 
viciously pulled her hair and she knew that it was 
useless. He shoved deeply into her mouth, making her 
gag and bruising her throat. She had no defense and 
offered no resistance now. 

After several minutes of fucking her mouth, he pulled 
her away from the bars and lay her down on her back and 
mounted her once again. Now he pumped harder and harder 
and the pain was mixed with her ever increasing bodily 
response. After she had come twice more, Jake shot his 
cum deep inside her, and collapsed on top of her, 
hunching his body as he drove his cock deeper inside 
her. Cum from the outside splashed on her and all 
around her on the mat. 

Jake got to his knees, stroked her cum covered face 
once, got up, and walked out of the cell. The men also 
wandered away. She hurt all over. She lay still for a 
long time, afraid they would return. When she realized 
she was still alone, she looked around. The cell door 
was open. Looking further, the adjoining office door 
was open and the outer door to the office was open, as 
well. Her clothes lay in shreds on the cell floor. 

She steadied herself against the bars and slowly stood 
up. She was surprised that, with difficulty, she could 
walk. She slowly approached the outer door to the 
attendant's office and saw that the room outside the 
office was apparently empty. She inched her way toward 
the back door through which she had been brought 
earlier. It seemed like years ago. Was it really only 
this afternoon that this nightmare had begun? She tried 
the back door. It was not locked. She opened and door 
and gazed into a dimly lit parking lot. 

There was her car, parked next to the back door. She 
made her way down the steps and reached the car. It was 
not locked either and the keys were in the ignition. 
Her purse lay on the front seat, untouched. She almost 
flooded the engine in her haste to get the car started. 
She drove out of the parking lot and out the highway 
the way she had been traveling earlier. 

She thought about heading back for home, but she wanted 
to get far, far away from this place. When she had 
traveled about 40 miles without incident, she pulled to 
the side of the road and reached in the back seat for 
her overnight case... drew out a pair of slacks and a 
blouse and slipped quickly into them. Then she drove to 
an all-night service station and was lucky enough to 
find the restroom door unlocked in the rear of the 
building. 

The restroom was filthy, of course, but it had running 
water and soap in the dispenser and paper towels. She 
quickly stripped, splashed water all over her, and the 
floor, and applied soap everywhere on her body. She wet 
paper towels and scrubbed until the soap and most of 
the cum had been removed. She dried, put her clothes 
back on, got in the car, and drove to a motel about 10 
miles further down the road. 

She rang the after-hours bell and waited. A sleepy eyed 
desk clerk staggered our of the back room, tucking his 
shirt in his pants. He made a distorted attempt to 
smile and said, "May I hep ya?" 

She asked for a single room and signed the register. 
When he turned to get the key for her, she asked, 
"Wonder if you could tell me about the town down the 
road named Reese?" 

The man turned back to her, handing her the key, and 
said, "What state is that in, ma'am?" 

She said, "This one. Alabama." 

He said, "I ain't never heard of it. Must be in the 
northern part of the state." 

She said, "No, it is about 50 miles due east of here." 

He looked at her quizzically and said, "Ma'am, I lived 
here all my life. I know this part of the state 'bout 
as well as anyone you'll find and there ain't no town 
called Reese." 

She decided not to press it, she would check the map. 
She drove around to her room and reached for the map in 
the glove box. On top of the map was a messily scrawled 
note that said, "You come back to see us. Ya hear?" 

She could almost hear the mocking laughter as the note 
had been written. She began to tremble, got the map and 
her luggage, entered her room, and firmly locked the 
door. She spread the map out, found the spot where she 
must have taken the wrong turn, and followed the map 
along the road she had traveled. No Reese. An expanse 
of land marked, "swampland" where the town should have 
been. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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