From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Nightmare In Reese (rape, humil)
Date: 8 Jun 1996 20:42:02 GMT

			  Nightmare in Reese

	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 five 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 two 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 "cellroom" 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 ten 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 forty 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 ten 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 fifty 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 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.