WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This story is all fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. That’s the legal part. Here’s the important part to me. This is fantasy, by the author, to be shared with readers who share in such fantasies. That is the story’s sole purpose for being here. In the real world, this sort of behavior is simply not acceptable, period, by any of the laws or morals of any humane people. That means you too. If you actually hurt someone without their informed consent, just stop. Take a deep breath and stop right now. That’s not your right. A surprising number of subs exist out there, so take the time to meet one and make your corner of the world a better place. Don’t trash two lives letting your frustrations get the better of you.
Trying to Get Out of Town
Sheriff Joe hated days like these. Hate, with a capital H. Oh for the good old days when a lawman could make his problems vanish with his six-shooter and no witnesses. He sighed and got up from his desk.
“Time to face the peanut gallery, Joe?” Charlene asked from her desk.
“No time better,” he swore. No time worse, either, but he had no say in that. He put on his hat, straightened his tie, and headed out for the courthouse steps. The assembled throng resembled a mob more than a press corps, probably because of the mob mixed in with them. Agitators. Angry rednecks. Angry college students. Angry rebels without a clue. Just plain angry. And all over a soft-spoken blonde bimbo from Jersey who stopped for gas one day a month before.
“Hello. Is this on?” he asked at the microphone. “Good morning. I’m Sheriff Joe Parker of Hayward County. I have an announcement to make, followed by a few questions.” He held up the piece of paper and began reading from it. “From the state supreme court, herewith, the prisoner Jaylene Sedgewick, arrested in Hayward County on June twenty-eighth, is to be released from jail within twelve hours of the receipt of this form. The case against her is dismissed. Signed, chief justice Slayton Conroy.”
He set the paper down. “To that end, I will be releasing Miss Sedgewick today at an undisclosed location.”
“Sheriff! Sheriff! Doesn’t that put the community in danger?” It was Milt Potter from the Beacon, doing his usual best to rile up passions.
“I don’t believe Miss Sedgewick will be sticking around in our community or even our state any longer than she has to. The case against her, well, there is none. My judgement as sheriff is that she faces more danger by the community than she poses to it. So, she will be released at an undisclosed location.”
To his right, an angry pack of local rednecks began shaking their fists and shouting, while the university students on the other side of the pack began chanting. “Hey hey, ho ho, patriarchy has got to go!”
“This press conference is concluded,” Joe said into the microphone before walking away, back into the courthouse. He’d seen enough. The sooner Jaylene Sedgewick was gone the better. Half the crowd agreed, and would be willing to disappear her. The rest wanted her canonized. Personally, he had stopped caring which side got their way as long as the media circus left his town.
“That was fast,” Charlene said.
“I said what I needed to say.”
“How are you gonna get that gal outa here? They’re just going to follow any car they can’t see inside.”
“Yeah, I figured as much,” Joe said, getting on his phone and hitting speed dial four. “Hi, it’s Joe. Cut her loose. Drive her to the county line if she wants it.”
“My lord, Joe! Is that girl even here?”
“Nope. She’s with Hank. He’ll drive her away from here. We’re never going to see her again.”
Twenty miles away, Hank Briggs hung up the phone and looked over at the blonde Jersey Shore bimbo that was the cause of so much commotion. “It’s official,” he said. “You’re free to go. If you want a lift, I can take you anywhere to the county line. Hell, I’ll take you into the next town if you want. Joe doesn’t need to officially know.”
“Ooh, such gallantry,” Jaylene said. “From the guy who called me a gutter prophylactic two weeks ago.”
Hank narrowed his eyes. “It’s called courtesy, miss. We have it here. You want that ride or not?”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks.” She got up and tossed her duffel bag over her shoulder. “Any town with a bus station, if you don’t mind.”
“That would be Aernville.”
“Aernville it is then,” she said. They stepped outside the pumping station where they’d been holding out since three in the morning. Hank started up the unmarked Explorer and soon they were off. In the back seat, Jaylene waited a couple minutes. “I’m free now, right?”
“It’s official. You’ve got all your stuff back.”
“Good.” She opened her bag and then pulled off her shirt. Hank saw her working on her bra.
“What in God’s name are you doing!” he bellowed as she freed up her breasts.
“Putting back the jewelry you all didn’t let me have in the clink,” she said. She took the nipple ring and pushed it back in, hoping the hole hadn’t closed. It was tight, but she got it back in place. Then she worked on the other side. In the front seat, Hank just stared at the road, trying not to check out the rear-view mirror. The younger deputies all would have. Hell, half of them wanted to boink the girl, particularly after she tried to seduce half of them. There was no denying she was hot, albeit in a skanky way that had softened in the last month but was still there.
She left her shirt and bra off, deliberately, as she replaced the piercings in her ears and lips and tongue. Maybe that Hank guy was peeved and maybe he was just perving on her. She didn’t care. He had the whole country gallantry thing down cold, but he’d also called her some choice epithets during her captivity in his jail and she didn’t give two shits about his comfort level now. Next up were the labia rings.
“Hold on right there, missy!” Hank barked from the front as she pulled her shorts off.
“I took ‘em off with a cop around, I can put ‘em back in!” she yelled back.
“That was officer Francine Bellows, not me.”
“Not really my problem,” she said under her breath as she slid her panties off. Now she was naked in the back of the patrol vehicle. Not for the first time either, she thought with a smile, briefly going back to that day a few years ago. She carefully replaced the piercing jewelry in her cunt, pleased that she didn’t have to re-open anything.
“You should be taking this more seriously,” Hank said. “When Joe told everyone you were being cut loose from our undisclosed location, pretty much everyone in town went mad, and most of them still blame you for Ricky Miller’s death. Yeah, you weren’t legally at fault, but you were there.”
“Buying chips while hitching a ride,” she said.
“Maybe. Maybe not. But there’s a lot of folk out patrolling the county roads trying to find us. It’s not like they don’t know the unmarked SUV on sight either. It’ll be a heck of a lot harder if you’re not flashing your twins out the side window!”
“Oh relax,” she said as she slid her panties back on. “I’m done. Okay?” She had just put her shorts back on when there was a loud bang in front. She saw Hank trying to keep them straight as the big SUV lurched to the right. It was a blowout. But the road was turning left, and soon the vehicle rolled. Over the shoulder and down the slight embankment, flipping to its side, the roof, and then its side again where it skidded to a stop.
Jaylene hadn’t had her seatbelt on. She screamed as the vehicle flipped and rolled, and she flopped around in the back. But the seat backs and generally armored back seat area left her with just bruises and scrapes. The side door was now over her head, busted at the latch, so she could push it open and crawl out the top. She pulled herself free and sat atop the Explorer. There was steam rushing from the engine compartment, but she didn’t smell gas or anything. She looked down through the front driver window to see Hank dangling there. He was trying to open the window but failing.
“You’re on the door!” he shouted. “Get off the door!”
“Sorry,” she replied, jumping to the ground. Nothing seemed to be sprained or broken. She heard him pounding on the door, but it was jammed. “Are you injured?” she yelled in.
“No. I don’t think so. I’ve got to radio in.”
“Okay,” she said. She realized only then that she was still topless. Her bra, shirt, and duffel bag were still in the back seat. But she couldn’t find a good foothold to hoist herself back up again. “Oh fuck,” she muttered. It looked like she was going to flash the fire department and ambulance crew. And then they’d probably cite her for indecency or some shit and she’d be back in Podunk County Jail.
From down the road, coming the other way, she saw a big pickup truck. She wasn’t inclined to see them, but they could hardly miss the wreck.
“Oh shit!” Hank yelled to her.
“What?”
“That’s Walden Conner’s truck! He leads the local separatists. Whack-jobs, all of them. They want your blood, Miss Sedgewick! Do you understand me? They’re probably one of the packs out patrolling for you, and here you are. Get the hell away from here! Run!”
Her blood froze. Rednecks! She turned and ran into the woods, trying to get out of sight as quickly as possible. Now that was a new sensation, running and having tree branches and bushes continually hitting her tits as she went along. But she didn’t have time to appreciate her nipples hardening. She believed Hank entirely. She was hundreds of feet in when she heard the squeak of tires braking hard behind her. There were shouts. There was anger. And she kept going, running into the woods for her life most likely.
She finally allowed herself to stop, but by then she was out of breath, scratched up from various briar thorns, and completely lost. She wasn’t even sure she could return to the police car, if she even dared. Now she looked around and all she could tell was that she was somewhere in the big rural forest. A light sob escaped her lips. She was in it worse than ever now. If those rednecks caught her… She shuddered to think about it. All that anger over a media circus she’d had nothing to do with. Even her court-appointed flunky lawyer struggled to explain to her how the media had picked this case to turn into a moral panic, a witch hunt, and a mass hysteria pill.
Losing both hope and self-control, Jaylene began trying to find her way back to the road. She moved quietly. She guessed she could hear anyone rampaging through the trees looking for her. But as she went back, she soon realized she didn’t recognize anything. Even a distinctive tree growing out between two boulders, which she should have noticed even when running, was new to her. She couldn’t see the sky enough to know where the sun was, and she was turned around when she began the run. After an hour, she still hadn’t found any road or sign of a road. She felt herself starting to cry some. This was just getting insane and stupid and horrible.
She walked and walked and walked. Her old sneakers kept her feet protected, but they were snagging on everything too as she tried to avoid the thorns. It seemed like everything in the woods had sharp edges. Except her. As she stumbled along, the heat getting harsh and unyielding but her water supplies non-existent, she was almost tearfully overjoyed to finally see a structure up ahead. She ran forward, no longer caring who it might be. She was a lost, half-naked and wholly helpless girl in the forest. Surely, they would have enough pity to call the cops, however notorious she was.
As she got closer she saw it was a barn, not a house. She looked for a house, but none was evident. The barn was at the edge of a field that opened up wide in front of her, and she did see a little vehicle trail leading back into the woods going the other way. She almost followed it, but wanted to look inside and see if there was any water. Maybe even a phone, if she was lucky. Her hopes were soon dashed. The outside of the barn made it look sturdy and new, but inside it seemed abandoned. There were no supplies of hay or straw or whatever was in barns. There were no animals. Except rats, she strongly suspected. There was no water, and certainly no phone. She lingered there anyway. Just for a bit. At least she was out of the heat, even if the inside wasn’t much better. She wandered in, looking around, and was soon convinced there was nothing there for her. She turned to leave, and that was the exact moment her left foot went through the rotted floorboards and she stumbled forward. Her leg scraped the broken wood as it fell through, and she felt her right ankle twist as she tried to stay up. Her body hit the floor and the whole thing gave out, sending her crashing through and falling fifteen feet to land on rotted lumber and a packed dirt floor below.
She cried out in pain as her half naked body hit he rough ground. She landed badly, and after catching her breath she tried to stand. Only to feel pain. Waves of agony shot out from her left ankle, and her right was sore too. But her left was useless. She lay clutching it, feeling it already swelling up. “Oh god! Oh shit!” she cried. Now she looked around for a way back up. She spotted a ladder fifty feet or more away, shrouded in dark gloom. Wincing and sobbing, she crawled over to it and grabbed onto the rungs, only to pull them off entirely just with her hands. She tried several, and pulled each of them from the rotted sides. She screamed in frustration, throwing the rungs aside. Now she seemed trapped for sure.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw another way out. Stairs. Real stairs, cut into the ground, leading up to a cellar door high overhead. She crawled over to it, wincing as even pulling her foot along make her ankle flare up in pain. Slowly she climbed up the stairs to the door, but only to find it locked from the outside. She pushed and banged on it, all to no avail. She was again well and truly trapped there.
“Help me!” she screamed. “Can’t somebody hear me!” Only silence returned her cries as she crawled back under the hole, desperate to find some other way out. She found none. There was none. The old storage cellar was simple. A big rectangular room. There was a ladder rotted away and a cellar door still locked and solid. She was fucked.
As she sat there, nursing her fat ankle, the light slowly faded outside. She took off her shoes to relieve the pressure and allow the skin to breathe better. She was parched, but there was no water to be had. What there was, as she discovered with the fading and soon nearly absent light, was rats.
***
Morning found Jaylene hunched against the corner, seated upright, still awake after a long night of hearing the squeaks and pitter patter of little rodent feet all around her, of feeling their noses and teeth testing her flesh and her responses. They were unrelenting and everywhere, but she hadn’t seen a single one of them. With the return of the daylight filtering in from above they had vacated. She saw her legs covered in tiny little bites. Her ankle looked bad. And then she heard voices from overhead.
“Help me! Please! I’m down here!” she screamed desperately as she crawled in agony over to the hole in the floor. “Can anyone hear me! Please!”
“Who’s that down there?” came an annoyed man’s voice. She looked up and saw a man in his forties staring down at her. He was trying to squint into the darkness. “Who are you!”
“I was trying to find water and I fell through the floor!” she cried. “Please, my ankle is busted up. I can’t walk.”
“The floor’s rotted, girl. What were you thinking?” He vanished from sight.
“Don’t go!” she cried. “Please!” But a moment later she heard locks opening at the cellar door and then two men came down. The one she talked to and a younger one, probably his son based on appearance.
“Lord sakes! Look at you! Where are your clothes, girl?”
“They, oh, it’s hard to explain.”
“Hey Pop, that’s her! That’s the woman on the news all month!” Now the older man took another hard look at her, flopped down on the ground mostly naked and injured.
“Well I’ll be! That’s her. Jaylene Sedgewick, in our barn.”
“Please help me.”
“Help you? Ha. That’s a laugh and a half.” He turned to his son. “You stay here with her. Don’t let her crawl off. I think Walden’s going to want to know about this. He’s got patrols out looking for her, same as the sheriff’s office. But ain’t none of them going to find her because here she is.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her, Pop.”
The older man hurried out. Jaylene lay on the ground looking up at the younger one. She saw the cellar door wide open at the end of the room, but she couldn’t even crawl without pain.
“I didn’t do anything, you know,” she said. He was looking at her weird. Fearsome-like. “I was just in the wrong place.”
“Eh, Ricky Miller, I don’t give a shit about him. He used to steal my money at school and beat me up at recess.”
“Even so,” she said.
“Nah, I give a shit about you, though. You sure are pretty. And hot!” He moved in closer. “Real hot.”
Jaylene sucked in a deep breath, feeling the need to flee or fight, but unable to do either one. “Please, don’t,” she said. “I’m hurt. I’m really in pain. Please!”
“Do those hurt?” he asked, pointing to her nipple rings. His finger was getting closer. He was almost touching her nipple when she swatted his hand away.
“I said don’t,” she snapped, but then his hand collided with her face, slapping her hard enough to knock her down from her sitting up position.
“Don’t you say no to me, bitch!” the boy yelled. “You’s trespassing here! You broke our floor! and you’re all naked with piercings!”
“Stay away from me!” Jaylene cried, trying to slide away. But he lunged at her and quickly tackled her, driving her down onto her back. His leg kicked her bad ankle, making her shriek in agony.
“No! No!” she cried, trying to push him off as he fumbled at her shorts. She felt his fingers hooking in, sliding them down. She felt the still-cool dirt on her smooth ass. He tossed shorts and panties aside somewhere, leaving her completely naked but for her piercings. He grabbed one of them, the ring on her left nipple, and yanked it hard with a big grin on his face. Jaylene cried out at the sudden tit pain.
“Stop that!” she yelled, trying to slap his hand away, but he held tight and it just hurt her nipple even more, stretched way out, pulling her tit up. The boy wasn’t so easily dissuaded, and he returned her slap with a solid blow to her face again. She reeled, sobbing, to the dirt floor. The he was on her, and his pants were quickly out of the way. She was pinned and in anguish, unable to try to escape. He easily outweighed her. Now his dick was sliding around her pussy, and soon enough it slid right in.
“Oh god!” she cried. She was being raped by a hillbilly! Somehow it was extra gross. But bubba just kept on pounding her awkwardly until a couple minutes later when he came, and she felt his diseased spunk stuck all over her insides. She clutched her pussy in pain as he got off her and got dressed. Raped! Again.
The boy just puttered about as they waited for his father and others to return. Now that he’d violated her, he seemed disinclined to make eye contact or say much. Jaylene managed to push herself against a wall for support while sitting, shaking, waiting for what might come for her.
She heard them coming before she saw anything. They were in four by fours, off road. At least three engines shut off outside the barn and then the big door came open. Footsteps after footsteps filed down the stairs into the barn basement. She lost count at eight as they burst in and came over to her. Rednecks. Grey, fat, hairy, greasy, dirty, rough. They came in all the undesirable packages, and now they were standing over her, some hefting shotguns, others baseball bats or crowbars. She began to breathe hard as mortal terror gripped her.
“So this is the cunt that’s been causing us all that hassle,” one of the men said, a farmer of about sixty, with coveralls and no weapon. “Why’s she naked?” All of them turned to junior.
“Well I was here guarding her, wasn’t I?” he protested.
“She came in mostly naked,” her first captor said. “All Billy did was pull her shorts and shoes off.”
“Don’t matter none. Bitch don’t need clothes for what we’ve got planned,” the other older man said, pacing in front of her. “Yeah. You’ve been causing a lot of trouble. I’ve had my people out patrolling all day looking for you. You was in Hank Brigg’s SUV, weren’t you? The one that rolled. Damn, Wally said he saw some chick fleeing into the woods naked.”
“Yes, I did!” one of the men said from the back.
“I didn’t kill anyone!” Jaylene cried, desperate to convince them. “They investigated! Your own sheriff investigated. He had a month. I didn’t do it!”
“Sheriff Joe ain’t my sheriff,” the lead man, presumably Walden Conner, said in disgust. “Never was, never will be.”
“You can’t do this to me!” she screamed. “What’s the matter with you dumb hicks! This is America, isn’t it? We’ve got laws! I’m hurt! I need to see a doctor.”
“And one’s coming,” Conner said with a wide grin. “You ain’t going to like his bedside manner, though.”
“What are we waiting for?” one of the men with a crowbar asked. “We gonna fuck this whore or not?”
“Go ahead and start if you want, George. I’m waiting for Leo to get here with the bed and mattress. For my trick knee. You want her on the floor, go ahead.”
George looked uncertain at first. “Aw, fuck yeah!” he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her away from the wall and the group. Jaylene screamed, clutching his arm as he ripped hair from her head. He finally threw her down and practically jumped on her. He was younger than most of the men there, in his thirties, and he began by lying on her and planting big sloppy kisses on her. He forced her face upward, making her take his kisses, and his drool. She cried out, in pain as her ankle was knocked around, and in disgust and fear. But he seemed to want at her lips, and he was strong enough to force it. The other men dispersed, leaving the two of them to have at it. He began licking her face, her nose. Her eyes. He was slobbering on her, hacking up some spit from his throat to dribble onto her, even going into her mouth as he held her jaw in his grip. But then he was fumbling with his coveralls, getting undressed, and she soon had the naked man on top of her, still licking and spitting on her. He smelt of chewing tobacco and Jack Daniels whiskey. And garlic. Jaylene had to fight her urge to puke.
She didn’t even see his putrid cock, but she felt it at her pussy. In he slid, easily entering her. She wasn’t that tight, enjoying a healthy sex life back home. But this was just revolting. And evil. She was soon crying. Her tough veneer of anger and nonchalance gone. Maybe one rape should could handle. Or two. But there were, she saw, nine more coming, and more still on their way. There was just no end.
He humped her hard, panting with each thrust, his teeth on her ear and grunting loudly right in the same ear. She winced and wept and endured it as he pumped and pumped and finally came in her. She rolled over onto her side, weeping as he got off her. How many more were going to fuck her right on the dirty floor? Not many, it seemed. They were inclined to wait, talking among themselves now, leaving Jaylene to cry it out and imagine the worst. She just wanted to leave, to go home and get out of that place. All she could do was lie on the ground naked and fucked, waiting for the bed.
Which came. Another vehicle rolled up outside, and soon three more men were carrying an old metal twin-sized cot and a thin mattress down the stairs. They plopped it down right beside her and tossed the filthy, bad-smelling mattress atop it. She caught the whiff of stale urine and spotted the white crusty stains on it. Suddenly hands were gripping her four limbs. She screamed in agony in her ankle as they lifted her up, flopped her down atop it, and then swiftly lashed her hands and feet to the corners.
“My ankle! My ankle!” she screamed. “Oh god, no! It hurts!”
“Hey Doc, want to look at her ankle?” Conner asked one of the newcomers. A man who had to be an old country doctor, in an out-of-style shabby suit and bow tie, walked over and looked down at her.
“Yeah, she hurt it,” he said simply. “What, I’m treating her now? Ricky was my cousin. Whatever she did isn’t life-threatening. It will heal when it heals. If it turns gangrenous, which I doubt, I’ll amputate.”
“Oh god! You’re supposed to be a doctor!” Jaylene cried from her bound position, spread out for these rapist men. “Please! Please!”
“I’m satisfied,” Conner said. “And now I’m going to give this cunt some Hayward County justice!” He began pulling his clothes off. Jaylene was out of pleading. Anger didn’t work. Nor did pathetic begging. She was just going to be gang raped and beaten while in agony, and she couldn’t do shit about it. She shivered in godawful fear, but it didn’t stop the old man from crawling atop her body, his stiffening cock sliding against her legs and then her crotch, to her pussy. She’d never fucked a geezer before. She didn’t want to. But the man was strong and spry, and he stuffed his cock quickly into her well-used cunt and began slamming away. Each thrust put force on her ankle. Each thrust hurt like a demon. She screamed with each thrust, and the sensation of rape wasn’t even half of the problem.
He seemed to last forever, just pounding and pounding away at her like a machine. But finally his cum did flow down into her. He got up with a satisfied, gloating look on his face, leering down at her teary face. “Alright, it’s open season on this bitch,” he said. “Have at her.”
Quickly another man was at her pussy, slamming his oversized cock into her. She suddenly was staring close-up at a smelly cock in her face, which soon went into her mouth. She almost bit down. Damn the consequences, she nearly bit down. But with her ankle already radiating agony up her leg, she couldn’t imagine what even more pain would do to her. So she gagged but allowed the man to face-rape her mouth, jamming it in deep, his balls slapping her nose as he bent over her head, lowering himself into her again and again. She moaned and wept, and finally coughed as her mouth filled with his jizz that reeked of tobacco and pork. He pulled out and shot some more onto her face, into her eyes. And then he moved on and another man took his place. She noticed that the man at her cunt was new. She couldn’t feel when more jizz was shooting up into her belly, but she did notice when he creampied her, shooting wads of cum onto her pussy and belly.
On and on it went. She wasn’t trying to count, but she realized that some of them were coming in for seconds after waiting for the others. The ordeal was lasting for hours, hours in which all Jaylene could do was lie there as the fucked the soul out of her. She felt like a lost, broken doll someone had dropped from a moving car, getting stepped on and kicked in a busy street. They weren’t just fucking her. At some point when she hadn’t noticed, they acquired beer, and were now getting good and drunk as the afternoon passed. She wasn’t just taking cock. She was licking asses, some of which hadn’t seen a shower in a while. She was drenched in piss, mostly on her head and face. She had taken face fulls of cum, including one from an old guy with open scabs and blood in his semen. But she swallowed it up anyway with a knife to her throat. All the while screaming in agony from her ankle, all the while bound spread wide in that one position.
Sometime in the evening the women started arriving, following after their husbands and brothers and sons. And as bad as the men were, once the women saw that Jaylene Sedgewick was locked up and injured in the barn basement they let loose with all the pent-up fury of the redneck woman. Pressing their cunts to Jaylene’s mouth and making her lick them to orgasm was the least of it, and a path only a few of them chose. For the others, it was just plain old beat-down time. With fists and nail files they launched into furious assaults on her body, whaling on her body with the rage of the trash.
And suddenly there was quiet. Jaylene opened her black, swollen eyes as the hush took over the room. She looked up through her tears and saw the woman there, glaring down. “So. Do you know who I am?” the woman asked.
Of course Jaylene knew. She’d seen her at the hearings. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t kill your son!” she cried. “It wasn’t my fault!” She was spitting up blood as she cried out, but her words were both clear enough and utterly ignore. The woman reached into her purse and before anyone reacted had the dangerous end of the little pistol aimed somewhere at Jaylene’s body. The blast was deafening, and the hot agony of the bullet put even her purple swollen ankle out of her mind. She saw the splash of her own blood coming off her crotch before she blacked out entirely.
She awoke a few times. Frenzied, confusing moments of flashing light and sound. And pain. Finally she realized it was an ambulance. But how? When? How?
The real awakening came much later, in a hospital bed, with painkillers and, well, painkillers made it all okay. She was awake and conscious, aware that her body was giving her a lot of grief but not really finding it important. She lifted up the sheet to see the bandages. “Wow,” she said. She looked around and spotted a woman in the other bed. “Hey, that bitch actually shot me in the cunt,” she said. “That’s pretty hard core.” The other woman in the other hospital bed said nothing, remaining unconscious from whatever she was in for.
Jaylene was still hopped up and giggly when Sheriff Joe came, along with Deputy Hank. “Well, I see we’re not rid of you,” Joe said.
“That blowout really messed things up,” Hank said. “When we realized all the separatists were gathering together out in the woods, it wasn’t hard to figure out what happened. Too bad we weren’t two minutes sooner.”
“Yeah. Talk about taking the high good load with power,” Jaylene said, not entirely sensibly. “It was intergalactic wow time there, totally.”
“Right. Anyway, we’ve made arrests,” Joe said. He rolled his eyes. “And I thought it was a media circus before. Jeez.”
“Circus,” Jaylene said.
“You’ll be released in a couple days,” Hank said. “You’re not that badly injured in the big scheme of things.”
“Circus,” Jaylene said. She lifted up her gown, exposing her breasts. “They pulled my rings out. Yanked them right off me.”
“Anyway,” Hank said. “I’ll be back to give you that ride in a few days. I’ll see you then.”
“Bye bye circus people,” Jaylene waved as they walked off. She turned to her unconscious roommate. “Who were those people?”
A few days later, Jaylene was still on painkillers but they were the less loopy sort. When Hank came to fetch her on her release, she was sullen and angry again. “That bus station,” she said when he asked her where she’d like to go. Soon they were on the road. She had her bag again, but wasn’t opening it. She sat in the back with her paper hospital gown still on, staring out the windows. Damn that whole part of the country, she thought. Damn it to hell. All she wanted was to get out of there and leave the people to fester in their own juices. She ended up dozing off in the car.
She woke up when the car was parked and the door by her head opened. She jerked awake, lifting her head and looking outside. But she only saw cops. Sheriff Joe was there, and Hank, and a bunch of others.
“This isn’t the bus station,” she said.
“No,” Joe said to her. She saw they were inside a barn. Not the same one she was rescued from. A much newer, nicer one. But what were they doing there.
“What’s going on?”
“What’s going on is that I dropped you off, as per your request at, and I quote, ‘the closest foot of road that’s not in this mother-fucking county so I can put you bumpkins behind me’,” Hank replied.
“That’s not what I said! I wanted to go to the bus station.”
“That would have been logical, and I even offered it, but you refused. Where you went from there isn’t our concern,” Hank said.
“I didn’t refuse!”
“She’s quite the dense one,” Joe said as he and the deputies slowly closed in. But Jaylene wasn’t dense at all. She knew just what they were telling her, but she didn’t want to let them know that. She was darting her eyes around the room, looking for some kind of way out. Some way to avoid what was coming next. Except there was no way to avoid it.
“She’s not dense. She’s just stubborn,” Hank said. He reached into the car and grabbed her arm. “Come on, honey, time to get you situated!” As Jaylene screamed and tried to pull free, ten cops kept a death grip on her body and pulled her from the car, across the barn floor, and down some stairs into a brick-walled room with some chairs, a sturdy leather bed, a bare lightbulb overhead, and a lot of stuff for pain infliction.
“You should have been here last week!” Joe snapped as they slammed her down on the table and strapped her down with thick leather restraints. Her pills were wearing off, and she felt each pain, from her reduced ankle to her butchered pussy. They swiftly ripped away her clothing, the thin gown, and even her bandages, exposing her gunshot wound.
“What are you doing?” she asked, terrified.
“Getting you out of our misery,” Joe snapped. “Welcome home, bitch. No one knows you’re here but us, and we’re not sharing. You vanished on your release and that’s the end of that.”
“What? No! You can’t!” she cried, pulling at the straps, while they circled around her, touching her nudity. One of them even fingered the bullet hole, making her scream in agony.
“Hey, check it out, she has two cunts now!” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck the second one!”
“Oh my god! You can’t be serious!” she wailed. But he was already taking off his uniform, as the rest of the county police force just grinned and closed up the door to Jaylene’s new home.
