Chapter 2
It must have taken us close to an hour to reach the farm. I can’t see a clock but it seemed about that long before we pulled into a long, winding, dirt driveway. The large farmhouse is set far back from the road. There are so many trees and shrubs around the front it’s difficult to see the house. We drove around to the back of the house and parked. There are at least a dozen other vehicles parked out of sight behind the house. We all got out. It’s later now and there are no street lights or anything to provide illumination. It’s very dark but I looked around. The house is very large and there are some dim lights in some of the rooms but very little of that light is escaping. Behind the house is an even larger barn and I can just make out a row of at least half a dozen sheds of various sizes on both sides of the driveway. A couple of them have dim lights inside but very little of the light is escaping. From somewhere nearby I can hear a lot of dogs barking but, thankfully, they must be in a kennel. They didn’t to come check us out.
Tony led the way to the backdoor of the house. It opened just before we got to it. Tony was greeted by a couple of rough looking men who invited us in. They’re both holding large pistols in their hands. We passed through a huge enclosed porch which is about twenty feet across and runs across the entire back of the house. I’ve never lived in house as large as their porch!
We entered a huge country kitchen. It reminded me of my grandmother, though I’ve only been to her house a few times, all when I was a preteen. The most noticeable feature of the kitchen is that there are two stoves. Just like I my grandmother’s kitchen there’s a wood burning stove and an electric range. Despite my dire situation that stirred some wonderful memories. The most delicious meals I’ve ever eaten were prepared by my grandmother on a wood burning stove.
Four more rough looking men are seated around the kitchen table. Two of them have naked women in their laps. Well, I say women. One of them looks younger than me! The women don’t look happy. I can hear more men talking quietly in another room.
The men stood up and gathered around to look me over more closely. One of them exclaimed, “So this is Anna’s whelp. Damn! She’s hot! I can’t wait to find out if she’s as good a fuck as her mother was. I hear you’re a cherry, girl. Don’t worry about that though. There’s a fucking buss full of horny men out here who can’t wait to fuck you when Chapman’s men are finished with your movie debut. I think it’s that mother daughter thing. I’m pretty sure every man out here has fucked your mother. She was a hottie, too. Damn shame that cancer killed her. Would have been hot having two side by side taking cock after cock. Not THAT would have been one hell of a movie!”
Tony, in a very stern tone, replied, “We’re all looking forward to exploring that tight little pussy. But let me remind you, the little cunt’s a virgin and Chapman has plans for that little problem. Screw those plans up and you guys might end up losing your last cherries ... assuming you haven’t already.”
One of the guys laughed and said, “Chapman called a few hours ago. We know to leave her ass and her cunt alone. We’re already set up for her screen debut tomorrow. After that she’s free game. Until then we got plenty of cunt to keep us company. And now Donna is back with us.”
He turned toward Donna and with a huge leering smile he said. “We’ve missed your sexy ass Donna. Are you as happy to see us as we are to see you?”
Donna looked at the guy doing all the talking and replied in a calm, conversational tone, “I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about you guys, Saul.”
He chuckled and said, “Chapman told us you were on your way back for some re-education. Apparently your first time through didn’t take. Don’t worry. We’re looking forward to straightening your ass out. When you leave here this time you’ll be a changed woman.”
“No doubt. You’re a real miracle worker, Saul. Do you suppose that’s why you’re on your third wife ... or has she left you, too?”
The other men in the room obviously found that very amusing. Most of them laughed out loud. Saul, however, was obviously less than amused. He glared at her and growled, “Joke while you can, you smart ass cunt. I’m gonna make sure when you leave here this time you’ll be as meek as fuckin’ kitten.”
She looked at him and asked, “Just one question, Saul. What the hell. It isn’t like you were gonna take it easy on me. You still going to church every Sunday? Do you suppose god knows what you do for a living?”
Saul started toward Donna with a look of fury on his face. I was afraid he was going to kill her! Fortunately, Tony stepped in front of him and quietly but firmly said, “You started it asshole. And anyway, I’m kinda curious about that, too. Tell me, Saul, how does a holy roller like you square what you do for a living with that god you pray to all the time? You rape and torture women for a living. Please tell me you don’t expect to go to heaven after spending all your days doing that.”
Before Saul had a chance to respond to that, Tony said, “Don’t you have a couple of daughters, Saul? Around twelve or thirteen years old as I recall. Maybe I should suggest a ‘bring your daughters to work day’ to Chapman. Let them follow you around all day. Think they’d be proud of daddy?”
Saul pushed past Tony and stormed out of the back door. I was almost certain he had smoke pouring from his ears. Tony turned back to Donna and said, “You know he’s going to make you pay for that, right?”
She shrugged and said, “I knew when Chapman said I was coming back here I didn’t have a chance in hell of leaving here alive. I’m not stupid. I’m here to make a snuff film. We might as well get it over with as soon as possible. I guess it’s for the best. I can’t take much more of this shit. I’m sick to death of a life that revolves around getting humiliated and raped in every way imaginable by anything with a cock.”
Tony looked at her for a moment before he quietly said, “The boss told us this morning what movies he wants you two to make. Nobody said anything about snuff. I wouldn’t be here if that was on the schedule and Chapman knows it. I told him I wouldn’t have anything to do with that shit when I came to work for him.”
Donna said, “I believe you, Tony. But that just means you won’t be taking part in that one. I bet ya a whole dollar I won’t be in the car with you guys when you leave.”
They stared at each other for long time before he said, “We’ll see. For now, I recommend you stay away from Saul. He seems to be upset about something.”
That elicited a little more laughter. Tony asked us if we’re hungry. We both shook our heads. Donna asked him if he’s going to put us in the hen house. When he nodded she said, “Can I brush my teeth and get a drink first?”
“Sure. Get a couple bottles of water out of the fridge and I’ll take you to the latrine.”
She got two bottles of water and gave me one. One of the men tossed Donna and I each a pair of flip flops and took our shoes. As soon as we put on the flip flops Tony said, “Come on” and we went back outside.
Dobie came with us. They headed toward the big barn but before we got there he turned off and led the way to a smaller building. It’s long and narrow. It looks like someone put two large sheds together. I guess it’s a popular plan because I can see half a dozen buildings scattered around which look just like it. We went inside and I came to a sudden stop. It’s just one long building with no interior walls, dimly lit, filthy and it smells bad. There are half a dozen sinks along one wall. Against the opposite wall are half a dozen toilets. There aren’t any stalls. No privacy. Just toilets lined up about a foot from each other! One end of the room has half a dozen shower nozzles sticking out from the wall. Again, no walls.
There’s a woman sitting on one of the toilets. She didn’t look up when we entered. She looks like she’s trying to act like there are walls around her. Tears are running down her cheeks. There’s a large man standing a few feet in front of her watching her closely.
Tony asked us if we need to use the toilet. I do, I’m just not sure I can. Not like that!
He grinned at me and said, “If you do I’d recommend you do it now unless you’re good at using a pot because the guard doesn’t open the hen house door for nobody after ten o’clock.”
Donna sighed and said, “Come on. You might as well get used to it. I can promise you you’re going to be doing a lot more humiliating things than pissing in public while you’re here. there’s a lot of men out here and more coming in the morning. And every fucking one of them is a pervert.”
I followed her and sat down on a toilet leaving an unoccupied toilet between us. Tony stood back but Dobie stood right in front of me so close our knees are almost touching. I looked up at him and said, “You aren’t helping.” He just grinned.
I had a hard time getting started but once the urine started flowing I couldn’t have stopped it. I really had to go. The sound of it hitting the front of the toilet bowl seems very loud and it’s embarrassing but I tried to tell myself I’ve already done so many embarrassing things, including letting Tony piss down my throat, that this hardly even registers on the scale.
It was nearly as embarrassing when I finished and had to wipe my pussy with three men watching me. I stood up and told myself that at least that ordeal is over, for tonight.
Donna led me over to the sinks and explained the disgusting concept of communal toothbrushes to me. On the small shelf above every sink is a toothbrush holder in which is standing an obviously well used toothbrush. I stared at her in shock as she explained that they only replace the toothbrushes about every three or four months. She went to the nearest sink, picked up a used toothbrush, put a tiny dab of toothpaste on it and went about brushing her teeth as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Tony slapped my ass and said, “If you want to get the taste of cum and piss out of your mouth I suggest you get over there. Use the toothpaste sparingly. That little sample tube has to last the month. When she’s done I’m locking you two up in the hen house so get your ass in gear.”
I turned my head and exclaimed, “But...!”
“Yeah, I know. It’s gross. Chapman’s idea. He read about it somewhere and I guess it gave him a hard-on. He gets a kick outa that kinda shit.”
I looked around and said, “There aren’t any towels.”
“That’s a good thing. If there were towels they’d be old, threadbare and nasty. These guys out here don’t do laundry. Donna’s almost finished. What are you gonna do?”
I rushed to the sink, rinsed my hands in the cold water while staring in disgust at the used toothbrush. I finally picked it up, put a tiny dab of toothpaste on it and brushed my teeth while I struggled to control my churning stomach. I found myself thinking I’d rather suck off one of the nasty looking men who are hanging around back in the kitchen than brush my teeth with a “communal” toothbrush! I’ve never heard of such a thing!!
Donna finished a minute or two before I did but Tony didn’t say anything. He let me finish and rinse out the toothbrush and my mouth. I wiped my mouth on my forearm and turned to face Tony and Donna. He turned without a word and we went back outside.
He led us to the next building. It looks like it was constructed from the same plans except there’s a ten-foot by ten-foot alcove at the entrance. We entered the alcove and a grinning man said, “Hey, Donna. I heard you missed me so much you decided to come back for a visit.”
She ignored him. He turned to me and said, “You must be Anna’s kid. It’s a damn shame she got sick. They had some real hot movies planned for the two of you after you graduated.”
I desperately want to ask if my mother knew about those plans but I figured he’d probably be inclined to put my mother in the worst possible light just to add to my torment and I decided if my mother was aware of those plans I don’t want to know about it so I just stood there and kept my mouth shut.
The alcove from which the guy is apparently standing guard over the hen house contains a small desk and a cot. But its most noteworthy feature is the back wall where it connects to the hen house. It’s a ceiling to floor ten-foot-wide glass panel. Even the door is glass. He can sit at his desk or lie on his cot and see almost the entire room, all but small sections of the far corners of the front wall.
It looks like there are about a dozen naked young women sitting on cots or lying down. Tony and the guard talked for a few minutes. The guard wrote my name and Donna’s name on a clipboard and then pulled his cock out of his pants and ordered me to my knees. I’m kinda pissed that I’m going to have to suck his cock after I just brushed my teeth but I dropped to my knees in front of him and slid my lips down over his totally average cock. It didn’t take long. I guess sitting in his little alcove staring at naked women for a living keeps him on edge.
He filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed easily. I guess all the practice I got today has made me pretty good at sucking cocks. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stepped back. While I was getting back to my feet the guard unlocked the door to the hen house. I followed Donna to a couple of unoccupied cots. The mattresses are nasty and there’s no bedding except for a rough, threadbare wool blanket.
Donna sat down and I started to sit down beside her but she shook her head and said, “No. Not allowed. I’m not sure if they’re worried we might try to comfort each other or plot the overthrow of their little prison camp. Naked young women can be such a threat.”
I took a seat on the bunk next to hers, reached over and as I took her hands in mine I asked, “Is this permitted?”
She shrugged and replied, “It’s hard to say. What’s permitted tends to depend on who’s on duty. The guy out there now is a real asshole. But then, most of them are. Nice guys don’t tend to take jobs like that.”
“I just want to tell you how very sorry I am. You’re in this situation because you tried to warn me. I feel terrible you ended up in this awful place for trying to help me.”
She shook her head and said, “It’s okay, Blair. My life sucks anyway. It has for years, ever since Chapman got me in his clutches. I’d never have made it this long if it hadn’t been for your mother. She gave me strength to go on when I didn’t think I could take another day of their crap.”
“Do you know how they got my mom into this?”
She nodded and said, “The same way they did me. We both worked for a company owned by Chapman. It’s a legitimate business, or at least it is as far as we know. If it has any connection to all the nasty shit he’s into we weren’t aware of it. And we didn’t know he was involved in all the sex stuff, the prostitution, the sex clubs, the dirty movies, just about anything and everything he can do to sell sex. We thought we were working for an accounting firm. I guess we were both pretty naïve.
“One day they called your mom into the office. They accused her of stealing thousands of dollars and said they had found the proof of it in the accounts she was handling. I found out later they had given her a choice of going to prison and you ending up in foster care or her working off her debt by doing whatever the hell Chapman wanted. She had no choice but to accept his offer and to cement the deal she spent that afternoon and evening in the office getting raped repeatedly by Chapman and his accomplice Myer, the office manager.
“That evening they took her to a strip club and put her to work. She learned to strip and in between strip shows she waited tables in a tiny thong or took men into the back and had sex with them for small amounts of money. “When she wasn’t working there or at one of the other clubs Chapman owns just like it she spent the day out here making the worst kinds of porn movies.”
“How did I not know this?! How could she have kept this from me?!”
Donna shrugged and replied, “How could she possibly have told you? A mother’s primary job in life is to raise her children and protect them. The things they make us do on a daily basis are the most disgusting things a woman can be made to do.
“Tony pissed in your mouth this evening. That kinda surprised me. I’m pretty sure he isn’t into that kinky shit. Compared to most of Chapman’s other thugs I’ve always thought Tony was pretty easy going. Think about it, Blair. A man pissed down your throat today. Are you going to tell anyone about that?”
I didn’t even have to think about my answer. There’s no way in hell I could ever tell anyone about that or anything else those men did to me today. And from what I’ve been repeatedly told, we haven’t even gotten to the real nasty shit yet!
I looked around the room. Except for our whispered conversation no one is talking. The room isn’t silent, though. Most of the women are lying on their cots and crying quietly. There are sixteen women in the room. We’re all naked. Most of us appear to be around twenty years old. There are a couple of older women, women in their late twenties or early thirties. All of us are very attractive and have very sexy bodies. I asked Donna, “Where do they get all these women?!”
“They get some of us the way they got me and your mom. They entrap us, trick us. But I think they get most of us more like they got you, kidnapping them. They buy some of them but only if they can get them really cheap. I guess it’s too easy to just take them. Several of the women I met in the clubs said they were hitchhiking and got picked up and drugged. When they came around they were already out here at the farm.”
“How long do they keep us?”
“Until it costs them more to keep us than we’re earning for them.”
“Then what?”
“They used to sell them in Mexico, South America and overseas to places where they put a premium on white women because we’re a novelty. From what I’ve heard, though, the market for snuff movies is growing. You know what that is, right?”
“I’ve heard of it. I wasn’t sure it was a real thing.”
“It’s real. It sounds awful ... I guess it is. But I’ve come to the conclusion it’s better than the life we’re living. I’m almost certain that’s what they brought me here for. I’m not looking forward to dying, but I don’t want to live like I have been anymore. I’m ... I just want to get it over with. The rumor is it isn’t quick or easy. They have to make a movie and they charge a fortune for them so they have to please the extreme perverts. I don’t want to die but I can’t go on living like this. This isn’t a life. It’s day after day of torment.”
After a long pause I said, “I don’t know how to respond to that. I know our life sucks. But you’ve been a friend for a long time. I don’t want you to die.”
“You’re going to have a better idea after tomorrow of just how much our life sucks. It’s going to be a long hard day. We’d better try and get some sleep. We’re going to need it.”
As she was stretching out on her cot I asked, “Are all these other women here for the first time?”
“Probably. I don’t recognize anyone. But the bastards have a lot of women so I can’t swear to it.”
“One last question. When do they turn the lights out?”
“Never.” I moaned and stretched out on my nasty cot. I lay there looking around at the other women in the room but it was much too depressing. Most of them are crying quietly or staring at the ceiling looking very much like they’re in shock. I glanced at the glass wall behind which the guard is sitting, staring at us and obviously enjoying the view.
I finally drifted off to sleep but it must have been very early in the morning. I doubt if I got more than three or at the most four hours sleep. I couldn’t stop worrying about what these people are going to do to me in the morning.
I woke up in the morning with Donna standing over me shaking me. When I finally looked up at her, her voice dripping with sarcasm she said, “Come on, get up. We get to once more enjoy the fancy spa facilities which so impressed you last night and then we’ll be treated to a gourmet breakfast.”
I sat up and slipped my feet into the flipflops, the only thing they gave us to wear.
The guard on duty isn’t the same man who was there when Tony brought us to the hen house last night. He’s worse. He leered like crazy at us as half a dozen men herded us outside and he grabbed at our various body parts as we went past. I had to stop and wait for him to turn my boob loose before I could follow the others outside. I don’t see Tony or Dobie this morning. Jerry and Jimmy are among the guards who gathered us up. They performed a head count, there are still sixteen of us, and led us to the latrine. It was much worse than last night when there were only two of us. The women lined up for the toilets. I guess because Donna and I arrived late we didn’t have as urgent a need to use the toilet so we went to the sinks and brushed our teeth. We still had to wait for a toilet but the wait wasn’t so long and what the hell, I’m in no hurry to get out of here and find out what they have in store for me.
After Donna and I used the toilet we were gathered outside again. After another headcount we were escorted to another large shed. From the outside these sheds all look alike. This one turned out to be the dining room, or the mess hall as they called it. We all got in line, filed into the building and went down a short food line carrying plastic trays and getting our food on paper plates. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, toast and the worst coffee I’ve ever tasted.
I didn’t even get that much, though. I was the last one in line. When I reached for one of the plates a guard stopped me and growled, “You only get coffee this morning.”
I didn’t have a problem with that. The eggs look awful and I’m too scared to eat anyway. But as I turned away the guard grabbed my arm and said, “You do get cream for your coffee, though.”
He pushed me to my knees with everyone in the fucking room watching and pulled out his cock. This is getting old! I sighed and took his cock into my mouth. I get the impression he’s been on duty all night. The smell of body odor coming out of the open zipper turned my stomach. But it isn’t like I can say no. I leaned in and sucked him off. It took longer and I began to suspect I’m not his first rape victim this morning. I think the foul smell I detect isn’t just body odor. I think his cock has been in someone’s pussy and it couldn’t have been this morning or I’d have seen it. It must have been yesterday afternoon before we got locked up! Yuck!!!
The guards rushed the rest of the women through breakfast. Not a single word was spoken in the room except to tell me I couldn’t eat. There are twelve men escorting us back outside. Tony, Dobie, Jerry and Jimmy were standing around outside when they hurried us out the door. Jerry and Jimmy walked off when we came out. That left fourteen men to escort the sixteen of us. We’re on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know why they think they need so many men to watch us. There’s no place to go.
The men began to lead the women away to different areas of the farm. Four of the women were taken to the house. Four women were paired up and led to two more of those long narrow sheds. Two more were led off behind the barn. I can’t see what’s back there.
The six of us remaining were led to the barn, the largest building on the property. Tony lagged back and when there was some space between us and the others he quietly said, “You’re gonna have a hard day today. The best advice I can give you is don’t piss off anyone the way Donna did Saul last night. But most importantly, don’t struggle, don’t fight them. You’re going to hate it but you have to do whatever they tell you to do. If you don’t they’ll hurt you and make you do it anyway. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I kinda like you. You’re a spunky little thing. But I can’t help you ... not yet anyway. You’re gonna have to do whatever they tell you and being spunky and mouthing off will only make it worse.”
“Thanks. But I’m going to be a movie star. How can I complain about that? Right?”
“Yeah, right. I hope you do well at the Oscars.”
As we approached the large center doors of the barn they slowly opened. I’ve only been in a barn once before. It looked nothing like the inside of this one. Instead of stalls and storage rooms and a loft full of bales of hay, to the sides there are several movie sets. There are camera’s everywhere I look, including dangling from cables overhead. The men in here are clean. They’ve shaved and are better dressed than the guards I’ve encountered here. They look like professionals. There must be close to twenty men moving around the room. Much to my surprise there are also at least half a dozen women ... wearing clothes! I was most curious about them so I watched them for several minutes. They seem quite comfortable working on what can only be the sets of pornographic movies starring actresses who are all here against their will.
A man approached us, looked me over closely, smiled and said, “Nice! Very nice! So, this is Anna’s kid! Damn! It’s a fucking shame she got cancer. The movie idea’s we were kicking around were so fucking hot.”
Weird! To look at the guy, and knowing he’s involved in making movies, you’d expect to see him working on real movies in Hollywood. He looks like he belongs on a movie set. He looked around at us, six naked females and asked, “Has it been decided who’s doing what?”
Tony replied, “This is your star of course,” and he pushed me toward the guy. When I was standing in front of him he ordered me to turn around slowly. When I was facing him again he asked, “You’re a virgin, right? Hymen intact?”
“Yes, sir.”
He turned to look at the other women, smiled and said, “Perfect! Get them over to makeup.”
As we were being led to makeup I heard him ask someone, “Does she have any idea how she’s going to be spending her day?”
Tony replied. “Only that she’s making a dirty movie and she’s gonna lose her cherry. That’s all she knows. She’s heard rumors and comments about what goes on here but she doesn’t know anything.”
“Good! I love it when everything is a surprise!”
We were led to a corner of the large barn where two women applied a light coat of makeup to our faces and bodies. That we are all here against our will and about to be raped doesn’t seem to bother them at all! I almost asked them how they could be a part of this but Donna must have read my mind. She tapped me and shook her head so I stood there and watched two women makeup two other women in order to make them look good while they’re being raped.
When they were finished with them the first two women were led away. The second two women took their place. When they were finally led away we took their places. Before the woman who went to work on me started she asked, “How old are you, sweetie?”
“Seventeen.”
“You must be the cherry girl I’ve been hearing about. You could pass for fourteen. You’re a hot little thing.”
I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I had to say it. “What in the hell is wrong with you women?!! How can you even be a part of this?!”
She just grinned and replied, “Simple, stupid. First of all, the pay is great. But more importantly, this shit turns me the fuck on. I love it that all you cunts are here against your will and you’re being humiliated and raped. I get copies of all the movies they make here as a part of my payment. My husband and I watch them over and over. You, my sweet young cunt, are going to be a part of our sex life for years to come. And if they don’t fuck you up too much today I’m going to have you eating my pussy before I leave here. The first day is always the most exciting. I love watching you terrified young cunts come through here for the first time. Just thinking about it makes my panties wet.”
They finished our makeup and we were led outside through a side door. Donna was being led to a different building than me but before she was out of reach she grabbed my hand, squeezed it and said, “Be strong, Blair. Don’t fight them. But don’t let them beat you down. You’re a better person than all of them.”
Tony stopped me and stood close behind me, almost touching me. He whispered, “Don’t move and don’t say a word. I told Chapman I wouldn’t let this happen.”
I stood there wondering what the hell he’s doing. He’s doing something behind my back so no one will see what it is. I heard metallic sounds for a moment. Then it felt like he stuck something in his belt under the sport coat he’s wearing and called out to the guy leading Donna away. He asked him where he’s taking her. When he pointed to a building Tony got a strange look on his face and said, “Here. You take Blair. I’ll take Donna.”
It’s obvious the guy doesn’t want to change off. He started to stutter something but Tony took a few steps and came to a stop right in front of him, glaring down at him. He didn’t say a word but the guy muttered, “Yeah, okay.”
The guy who had been guarding Donna came over, took me by the arm and led me to the nearest shed. Even as naïve as I am it’s obvious to me what that was all about. I quietly said, “You were taking her to be killed, weren’t you? How do you live with yourself? What kind of man are you?”
“Shut up, cunt. I do what I’m told, just like all these other assholes out here.”
“And then you go home and get a good night’s sleep? I noticed you were very reluctant to let Tony take Donna. You wanted to watch them kill her?”
He just growled, “I told you to shut the fuck up!”
He led me to the shed where I’m to make my movie debut. When we entered someone asked him where Tony is. My escort shrugged and said, “He’s got Donna. They’re on the way to the other shed.”
The guy who seems to be in charge shrugged and said, “Not my problem. Get her ready.”
Bright lights were turned on over a strange looking bench in the center of the room. Two shirtless musclebound men covered in weird tattoos half dragged half carried me to a scary looking padded bench. They put me down on my back and strapped me down until just about the only thing I can move is my eyes. I noticed they’re already recording me from several angles.
After they finished strapping me down, one of the men forced a large, metal ring covered in something soft into my mouth. It was very uncomfortable, almost painful. My first thought was ‘I hope they don’t leave it there long.’ But then I realized it could quite possibly be there all fucking day.
One of the ugly brutes strapping me to the bench leaned down over me and said, “You’re mouth looks dry, darlin’. Let me take care of that for you.”
He grabbed my chin, leaned a little closer and began allowing saliva to drool out of his mouth into mine. It isn’t the first time someone spit in my mouth but it’s not the kind of thing you get used to. It’s gross and I gagged violently several times. My reaction just made him smile. When he was satisfied I’d been degraded in that way long enough he straightened up, released his painful grip on my chin and lowered the head rest about six inches. As a result, I’m no longer looking up toward the ceiling. Now all I can see is the back wall of the shed and several men standing around watching or moving around with cameras on their shoulders.
The spitter stepped back and a guy with a closeup camera came over and slowly circled me, recording every detail of my naked body. Well, almost every detail. But that last detail was taken care of when the guy in charge nodded to the camera man. The camera man squatted down between my widespread legs, aimed at my pussy and the guy who spit in my mouth spread me open so they can get a visual record of my hymen.
After the cameraman pulled back the two extremely ugly musclemen stood near my head so I can see the other men in the room watching with eager expressions on their faces and slowly removed their pants. Both are well hung, though I don’t think their cocks are as large as Tony’s. One of them squatted down by my head with a huge smile and said, “Unfortunately, Blair, we don’t get to pop your cherry. But you’ll be here for a week. We’re both gonna fuck the hell out of you. You’ll probably walk funny for the rest of your life. But at least we get to face fuck Anna’s sweet baby girl. I’ve really been looking forward to that.”
The way they’re talking you’d think they were going to be the first to fuck my mouth. That must just be for the movie. I’m sure everyone knows what Tony, Dobie, Jimmy and Jerry did to me all day yesterday.
The asshole stood up and took a few steps back. His partner in crime moved closer and I found out what that uncomfortable ring in my mouth is for. He slipped the head of his cock into the ring and slid it in slowly, all the way down my throat non-stop. I quickly became certain I wasn’t going to survive this. I can’t breathe with his cock in my throat but he didn’t pull it out immediately. I was so desperate for air I didn’t even care about the pain. He left his cock buried in my throat until I was about to pass out. Then he finally backed off just long enough for me to suck in some air.
And then it got worse. He began driving his cock into my mouth in violent, rapid strokes. The pain never stopped and it was a constant struggle to get enough air in my lungs. It was so traumatic I hardly noticed it when his partner began torturing my nipples, pinching them and pulling them and twisting them and I couldn’t even scream much less beg him to stop. And worst of all, I couldn’t even pass out. The bastards really must know what they’re doing. I guess they get a lot of practice torturing women. I’ll bet they love working here.
It went on and on until I thought I must surely lose my mind. When he finally started to cum he left his cock buried in my throat but unfortunately, he seemed to know when I was about to pass out and he’d always pull out just in time for me to take a couple of quick, gasping breaths.
When he finally backed away I was so grateful I would have thanked him for letting me live if I’d been able to talk. I assumed the second man was going to shred my hymen. I’m not looking forward to it but at least I’ll be able to breath.
Nope, wrong again. As soon as the first guy was out of the way the second one took his place. I managed to take in a few quick breaths before the violent face fuck started all over again. It went just exactly like the first one with the possible exception that my throat seemed to have been stretched out slightly. Either that or the second guy has a slightly smaller cock. If it is smaller I can’t tell by looking at it, though.
The first guy took over my nipple torture while the second guy took over fucking my mouth and throat. I’m already totally exhausted but I guess I’m getting used to it. It’s still incredibly painful and very scary but I seemed to have slightly less trouble breathing. Even so, it seemed to take him just as long to cum as the first rapist. The major difference came at the end. This guy didn’t cum down my throat. He shot some of his in my mouth but most of it was sprayed on my face. At the time it didn’t really matter. I was just glad it was over. I would soon learn it did matter.
Number two stepped back and knelt down by my head. When he saw I was fully aware and waiting to see what he’s planning he smiled and said, “We just did you a fuckin’ favor, cunt. In a couple of minutes, you’re gonna be really happy we stretched you out.”
That was just what I wanted to hear! And then I remembered, I still have my hymen! And having my throat stretched by two musclebound apes won’t have made the destruction of that any easier. I can’t talk and I have nothing to say to these apes. I just moaned and tried to make myself relax at least as much as possible and catch my breath. I’m still breathing like I just ran a marathon.
I would have liked to have asked someone to wipe my face off. The large load of cum rapist number two sprayed there is running down into my nose and my eyes. It was at that moment I learned they have their own cure for that problem. Someone came in through the back door holding a large dog on a leash. One camera remained focused on my face. The other turned to record the dog struggling to get at me. I never had a dog. I couldn’t. Mom was allergic to dogs and cats. Or at least she said she was. I sometimes wondered. But I like dogs and I’ve always wanted one. This one, however, is huge and scary as hell. He looks almost as big as the two hulks who just raped my mouth! Okay, slight exaggeration, but only slight. That’s the biggest dog I’ve ever seen!
I can’t see what’s going on but someone somewhere is lowering the bench to which I’ve been strapped. Not very much, though. That dog is fucking huge! And he’s struggling to get at me with all his might. The handler held onto the leash but let the dog get close enough to start licking my face. My first thought was, ‘Thankfully I’m finally going to get my face clean!’
Two problems with that. First, the cleaning I’m getting isn’t a very sanitary clean. He covered my face with dog slobber. It’s disgusting. And then it got even more disgusting. After he cleaned the cum from my face, more or less, he must have noticed the traces of cum lingering in my mouth. He drove his slobber covered tongue through that damn ring holding my mouth uncomfortably wide open and as I lay there gagging he scoured the inside of my mouth with a tongue which seems nearly as long as the two cocks which just raped my throat.
I couldn’t stop gagging so I was grateful when the handler finally pulled the dog back. Another case of mistaken relief. Someone lowered my bench a few more inches and the next thing I saw was the handler pulling the dog up over me until his large, throbbing pink cock was just an inch or two from my mouth!
Just as the dog came to a stop with the pointy tip of his cock only an inch or two from my lips something sprayed out of his cock and covered my face! I know nothing about dogs and their sex lives. I had no idea what just soaked my face and nearly filled my mouth. I thought it must be dog cum. Someone, I couldn’t see who, was kind enough to squat down beside me and explain everything. I had just been showered with lubricant from a dog’s cock!
Another stream of that gunk began to shoot out of the dog’s cock but as it did he was pulled forward and his cock ended up in my mouth. He began to try to fuck my throat but something seemed to stop his cock from going all the way in. He shot more of that crap in my mouth and almost immediately after that the taste changed. Somehow the person squatting beside me must have known. He explained, “The dog is cumming now. Dogs can cum for a long time. It won’t be just a couple of spurts and done. Some dogs cum for anywhere between ten and twenty minutes.”
After I received several spurts of dog cum in my mouth the handler guided him forward slightly until the head of his large but sharply pointed cock was buried just inside the entrance to my throat. He tried to go farther but there’s a bulge growing at the base of his cock and it couldn’t get past the ring in my mouth. I was afraid I was going to drown at first but somehow the stuff ended up in my stomach, not my lungs. I was glad but I still have that terrible taste in my mouth.
There was a brief distraction when the guy squatting down by my head said, “Now you know all about dog sex. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know there are two more dogs waiting in cages out back. One to fuck your cherry cunt and the other’s going to fuck your ass. After the dogs are through with you we have one more little game we want to play with you. Then someone will take you to the latrine. You can douche your nasty cunt and ass and take a nice hot shower. Then they’re gonna bring you back here so we can put you back down on the bench. For the rest of the day guys will be coming in here one or two at a time to fuck you in any hole they want. We’re all going to fuck your tight little cunt all day long, over and over until none of us can get it up anymore. We get pretty horny with all you hot, naked broads around all the time so I expect you’ll be kept pretty busy.
“I’m sure you’ll want to remember this special day. Don’t worry, before you leave at the end of the week we’ll give you a copy of this DVD which will soon go on sale along with all the other DVDs you’re going to make. Everything you do here is going to be recorded. I have a feeling your movies are going to be especially popular with the perverts. And tomorrow is going to be another memorable day in your new life. Have you ever seen a pony with a hard-on?”
He changed from talking in a friendly, conversational tone to a whisper so quiet I could hardly hear him and said, “You’re a hot little thing and Chapman has a lot of exciting plans for you. I don’t like Chapman. He’s a dangerous man. But he has a very dirty mind and I love some of the shit he comes up with. His customers do, too.”
I tried to convince myself getting fucked in the pussy and even in the ass by a dog has got to be easier and less disgusting than getting face fucked by one. It was a pretty hard sell for some reason. I suppose it could be because a girl spends so much of her life protecting her pussy and because society seems to place so much importance on women’s sex organs but what do I know? I just graduated from high school. I’m not even eighteen years old yet!
My mind continued to wander for however long it took for the first dog to finish filling my belly with dog cum. By the time the dog finally finished and backed off I was more than ready to call it a day. The two violent men who both raped my throat this morning were both exhausting and traumatic. They may or may not have made getting my mouth raped by a dog easier. Either way I don’t plan on thanking them.
The dog, though ... it had been hinted yesterday when Tony and his three buddies were humiliating me and raping my mouth that sex with animals was a definite possibility. It doesn’t matter. Knowing it’s a possibility ... that’s something I’m sure no average woman could wrap her mind around. The reality of it is ... there’s just no way to put it into words. It’s more humiliating than I can ever explain. And in a few minutes it’s going to get worse.
I tried to make my mind go somewhere else. I wondered if Tony had somehow, miraculously managed to save Donna’s life. I’ve been half expecting to hear gunshots but if anyone got shot I didn’t hear it. There has been no commotion, no people running around screaming. And to make things worse, there are so many men here. I can’t imagine one man taking them all on.
The men interrupted my wandering brain. They stuck poles into slots in the bench near my shoulders. They unfastened the straps holding my legs in place on the leg supports. They spread my legs shoulder width apart and secured them to the poles they just added to the bench. When they were finished this had the effect of rolling my butt up off the bench, making it even more vulnerable. They fiddled with it some more and checked to make certain it was secure. Then one of them began greasing my ass. He spread grease all around my anus and then started fucking me with a greasy finger. It was painful at first but eventually I relaxed a little and it became bearable but those guys are big everywhere. Their fingers are nearly as fat as a small medium sized cock. I slowly got used to getting finger fucked and he pulled his fingers out. But in about a minute his finger returned. And it brought a friend! He repeated the process with two and then with three fingers. It never really got bearable with his three fat fingers but I told myself it could have been worse. It could have been Dobie’s cock.
After several minutes of getting fingerfucked by three large fingers I started to think I might survive getting fucked by a dog. But then I remembered how wrong I’ve been about everything else and suddenly I wasn’t so sure.
To make matters worse, the handler came in being led by another huge, horny, very anxious dog. Where do they get these monster dogs?!!
The two muscle men stood back out of the way and although I’m not anxious to have the dog messing around below my waist I was less than relieved when the dog was led to my face and began lapping away, even driving his large tongue through the ring still in my mouth so he could enjoy the taste of whatever it is he can find in there while filling my mouth with dog drool. They got some good closeup shots of the dog tongue fucking my mouth before he was pulled away and led up between my legs.
He suddenly got antsy and started prancing around back there. One of the musclemen explained, “That grease we shoved up your ass has a scent added to it that drives dogs crazy. Just so you know, that’s Calvin back there. He’s kinda new at this but he seems to really enjoy his work. His cock is slightly larger than Oscar’s. Oscar is the dog you just sucked off. But you seemed to handle my three fingers pretty well so you should be able to handle Calvin’s cock up your tight little ass okay.”
The dog lapped my thighs and my pussy for a minute or two. Then he reared back and lunged, landing on my chest and my stomach and driving the air out of my lungs. The trainer snarled, “Idiots! You didn’t lower the bench! Shit!”
The musclemen worked together to do whatever it is they have to do in order to lower the bench. When they were satisfied I didn’t notice a hell of a lot of difference. I still seemed to have a hundred-pound dog on me compressing my lungs. But they raised some side platforms on the bench and guided the dog’s front feet to them. That took most of his weight off of my upper body and I could breathe again.
The dog started stabbing at me with his hard cock and that lube I got in my face and mouth with the first dog started spraying my ass and my thighs. Apparently he wasn’t having much luck finding his target, not until the handler reached under him and guided his cock to my ass. The dog lunged again and drove his large cock into my ass in a single violent stroke. I screamed so loud I know I’d have broken the windows if there were any in this fucking shed.
Even though he managed to bury his cock in my ass he wasn’t through. He pulled out and drove it in again with just as much violence and I screamed again. I guess he’s used to that, though. He didn’t seem to care.
After the second stroke he didn’t pull all the way out. He fucked me like a jackhammer for about another minute or so and then stopped suddenly and started shaking like he was freezing. And then I felt it! I felt his cum beginning to collect in my ass. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and I got constipated. My mother gave me an enema. It felt just like this. It feels like he’s pissing in me!
It went on and on for at least fifteen minutes. I can feel my bowels expanding and I know it’s going to get messy when he finally pulls that monster cock out of me. I suppose they’ll make me clean it up ... if I’m able to move.
I honestly don’t have any idea how long it went on but eventually he began to slowly back away as if he wasn’t sure he could. As soon as his cock came free, someone shoved something in my butt. It wasn’t huge but it was embarrassing and uncomfortable. I guess it’s preferable to the alternative.
After the second dog was led away the guy in charge of this circus said, “Okay, straighten the bitch out and put her legs back down. You’ve done this before. You know what I want to see.”
It wasn’t long before I was strapped down the way they wanted me. My ass is no longer exposed. My legs are about as far apart as they can get without dislocating them. I can’t see down there but I have a pretty good idea how exposed my pussy is. The bench was adjusted again and one of the musclemen spread a fingerful of that cream on my face, all around my lips and even inside my mouth. Then he rubbed even more on and inside the lips of my pussy. As he rubbed it around he mumbled, “What a fuckin’ shame. I’d sure love to pop this hot little bitch’s cherry. I always loved fuckin’ her mom. Looking down at her face and seeing how much she hated it. The tears always running down her cheeks. I bet this little bitch is even hotter. Damn I’d love to shred her cherry!”
I heard his buddy whisper, “There’s a long line for that ride, man. All the guys know she’s here and know she’s Anna’s kid. Everyone wants a piece of her. You know even after she’s been fucked by three god damn dogs the bastards are going to be lined up to fuck her until after dark. Just look at that damn ass. I mean it man. They got a lot a hot pussy out here but this is some fine shit. I’d love to take this bitch home for a month or two. I bet the bitch could fuck me to death.”
They were both standing there tormenting my tits when the back door opened and the handler came in with another one of his giant dogs. The beast must have smelled the sex in the air the moment he entered the shed. I couldn’t see him at first since I can’t move my head. But I heard his nails scratching the wood floor as he began struggling against the leash to get to me. One of the freaks playing with my tits smiled, leaned closer and quietly said, “You’re about to meet Kong. He’s the biggest dog we got and in case there’s any question in your mind I’m talking about the biggest cock. It’s eleven inches long and as big around as a can of soda.
“It’s gonna hurt at first. But he probably won’t tear ya and I’m told after he’s done your cunt will close up and be almost as tight as it is now. I imagine you’re pretty scared. If it makes you feel any better, Kong is a real romantic. He ain’t gonna just jump on your belly and start fucking you. He’s gonna kiss you first, make love to you. Then he’ll eat your hot little cunt for a minute or two. Then he’ll jump on your belly and shove that huge cock in so deep you’re gonna swear it’s gonna come out your throat. I’m told it really hurts, even if the broad he’s fucking isn’t a virgin.
“He’ll be doing you a favor, though. Before you’re taken away at the end of the week and delivered to one of the whorehouses where you’ll be spending the next couple of months you’re going to enjoy several gangbangs. They got this one crew that comes in once or twice a week. They’re called the pony squad. There are a dozen of them, big black guys and all their cocks are between twelve and fourteen inches and as big around as your arm. They’re gonna rape you over and over, all day long. In every hole. Kong is gonna help you get ready for those guys.”
I can’t help thinking the best thing that could happen to me is if Kong tears something inside of me and I bleed to death. That was all the time I had to think before that monster dog was led closer and his snout dove for my face. His head is larger than mine! His tongue shot out. It’s almost large enough to cover my entire face! He lapped up the cream around my lips and then worked his gross tongue into the large hole in the center of the ring holding my mouth open and worked it around inside. My mouth filled with dog saliva and I couldn’t stop gagging but the dog didn’t even seem to notice. I suppose he’s done this often enough that he’s used to that reaction.
After what seemed like a lifetime of having my mouth probed by that nasty tongue the handler pulled him away and led him around to the other end of the bench and up between my legs. As soon as he was within reach he attacked my pussy with his tongue. I don’t know what that cream is but those dogs really love it. He swabbed my entire crotch, even lapping up some of the cum from the dog that raped my ass a few minutes ago.
I can’t move any part of me, not even my head, so I can’t look down at the dog. But I suppose that’s a good thing. I don’t want to see this. I did, however, feel it when he lunged forward and as if he knew what he was doing his front paws landed on the sideboards on either side of me. He’s whining and already hunching his hindquarters as though trying to find my pussy though he’s nowhere near it yet. I felt the heat of it when he began shooting jets of lube all over my belly and all the way up to my chin.
The handler waited until he had just about covered my body with lube before he pulled him up a little farther and guided his huge cock to my virgin pussy. I screamed when he slammed that thing into me. It hurt even more than I feared it would. I’m young and I’m small, small for my age. I’m still often mistaken for a girl of about fourteen or fifteen. My body wasn’t made for this. I can’t help thinking my wish may be coming true. That first violent thrust felt like it tore something deep inside of me, not just shredding my hymen.
The beast didn’t even pause. He began thrusting his cock into me violently at a speed I wouldn’t have thought possible. He was trying to drive the knot at the base of his cock into me but it wouldn’t fit. The pain was incredible and I kept hoping I’d pass out. I still can’t catch a break on that, though. After several minutes of those violent thrusts, he stopped suddenly with his cock buried inside of me and the knot pressed against my brutalized opening. His entire body began to shiver and I felt the heat as my pussy began to fill up with dog cum. It went on and on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. All that time his head was over mine, his tongue hanging out and drool draining down onto my face. Every few minutes he’d seem to suddenly remember I’m under him. He’d lower his head and lap my entire face but still aiming mostly for my mouth. I had to constantly fight the urge to vomit. I was terrified that if I did I’d end up drowning in it.
The dog seemed to lay on top of me long after his orgasm passed but eventually he started getting restless and the handler helped him down. While he was removing the dog from the shed the cameras swarmed in and recorded every inch of my body. The musclemen came closer with huge smiles on their faces. One of them gave my battered pussy a visual examination, without touching my dog raped orifice of course. He moved up by my head and said, “No sign of damage. No blood or nothin’. You’re messy but you look pretty much like you did half an hour ago.”
The other muscleman leaned over me like he was going to kiss me and with a huge smile he said, “I bet you got a terrible taste in your mouth. I know just the thing to take care of that.”
He leaned a little closer and began spitting in my mouth. It’s still disgusting but I’m starting to get used to it. Worse things have been happening in my mouth lately. Unfortunately, they were just priming the pump. The cameras gathered around as they removed the straps holding me in place. I almost thanked them when one of them removed the big ring holding my mouth open. I couldn’t close my jaw at first. It was locked in place. It took me a minute and required pressure from my hands on my jaw to manage it.
But they aren’t finished tormenting me. They pushed me down on my knees. I assumed they were going to demand that I suck their cocks. My jaw is so sore I’m not sure I can. But it was worse than that. One of them picked up a large glass pitcher and as he leered down at me he started pissing in it. He must have had to piss pretty bad. It looked like there was enough piss in the pitcher to fill a twenty-ounce glass!
I tried to tell myself I can do this. Tony pissed down my throat and I survived. But except for maybe a teaspoon full at the very end, all his piss went straight down my throat. I didn’t have to drink it!
And then it got worse. He handed the pitcher to the other muscleman and he nearly brought the level in the pitcher up to half full.
I shook my head. I can hardly talk but I managed to croak, “I can’t. I can’t do that. Please...”
They just stood there smiling down at me until one of them explained, “There’s something about this place I would have thought you’d learned by now, Blair. You cunts can’t say no. You can’t refuse to do anything. Just so’s you know, the punishments they use out here on the farm can be pretty amusing. They’re always filmed and they’re always done in public because we find that after a public punishment we don’t hear no from any of you cunts anymore. But before we go that far, we try a little mild encouragement.”
He picked up some weird looking device from the table where he got the pitcher. It’s just a harmless looking thing. He picked it up and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
I shrugged and replied, “No. I’ve never seen one of those before. It looks like a fake candle.”
His smile grew. He held it out toward me and said, “This isn’t like something you find on most farms these days. It’s not a cattle prod. It’s very similar, though. This is called a picana. We get ours from the Chinese. They’re designed for torturing humans. It has a very high voltage but low current so that it can cause you more pain than you could ever imagine but it will only do a little damage, unless I keep it up.”
I looked back and forth between the picana and his eyes. I get the impression he hopes I continue to refuse to drink the piss. He really wants to use that thing on me. I’ve heard of people being attacked with cattle prods. The results were devastating. And this thing is worse?!
Even knowing that, though, I really don’t think I’m even capable of swallowing close to forty ounces of piss. He can see I’m unable to come to a decision. He’s obviously pleased. I watched him extend his arm toward me in slow motion. He stopped with the tip of the thing about an inch from my groin, not directly over my pussy, just above it and off to the side slightly. I managed to whisper, “Please ... I can’t. I know I can’t.”
That was as far as I got before I heard a loud buzzing sound and my entire body went rigid for a second or two. The pain was like all the pain I’ve experienced in my entire life, but all at once and multiplied by ten. I didn’t pass out. Why can’t I pass out?!! I just collapsed where I was standing. It took both of them several minutes to get me back on my feet. They had to hold me up for a minute or two before I was able to stand on my own. They waited until they saw that I was fully aware and the man with the weird wand asked, “Shall we try that again?”
I know I can’t take another shock from that awful thing. I reached out, picked up the pitcher half full of warm piss and said, “I’ll try. But it’s too much. I know I can’t do what you want.”
He just smiled and said, “That’s what they all say. But eventually they all manage. When it’s a simple choice between doing what you’re told or being zapped with this thing over and over and over again until you’re sure you’re losing your mind, most girls drink up.”
Before bringing the pitcher to my face I took a couple of deep breaths. The cameras closed in around me and recorded me from all angles as I put my lips to the side of the pitcher of fresh, warm piss and slowly tilted it up. I managed to swallow a few mouthfuls before I started gagging. The taste isn’t that bad. It isn’t pleasant but it isn’t as awful as I expected. I guess it’s just the idea of what I’m doing that’s making me gag uncontrollably.
The prick with the picana smiled and said, “See? That ain’t so bad. Just take your time at first. Get used to it. Then, when you get the level down a little you can start gulping it down like a big girl.”
What I really want to do is throw all that piss right in that asshole’s face. He knows it, too. I know he can see it in my eyes. But I’m too big a coward. I brought the pitcher back up and took a bigger gulp this time. I looked at all that piss I’m holding and I know I can’t keep going like this. I’ll be standing here drinking piss all fucking night! I took another deep breath, brought the pitcher up to my lips and gulped down maybe as much as half a cup of the awful stuff.
“That’s a girl! You’re getting the hang of it. Keep that up and you’ll probably finish your drink in an hour or two. I’m told it gets easier.”
I started lifting the pitcher back to my lips but suddenly the door opened and everyone turned to see who opened it. Tony came bursting in with a pistol in his hand. With him are two men I’ve never seen before, also with guns in their hands.
Tony came in, took the picana away from muscleman number one and then took the pitcher from me and placed it on the small table. The asshole exclaimed, “Tony! What the hell are you doing here? Shit man! We’re in the middle of filming in here! Mr. C is gonna tear you a new one, man! This was gonna be a huge hit!”
The guy looked down at the gun and looked over his shoulder at the two armed men behind him and said, “C’mon, Tony! What’s goin’ on? Mr. C is gonna be really pissed man.”
Tony ignored him, turned to me and said, “Sorry, Blair. I had a lot to do in a very narrow timeframe before I could get back here. Unfortunately, it took longer than I thought. Are you okay?”
I shivered but replied, “I guess I’m better now. I know I couldn’t have done what that asshole was ordering me to do.” He turned to the other four men in the room and ordered them into a far corner of the shed on their knees. When none of them moved he cocked his pistol and pointed it at the guy who has obviously been in charge of the terrible things they did to me in this shed today. He didn’t say a word. He just waited for a minute. When the guy still didn’t move he pointed the gun at the guys groin and said, “A lot of people died today, Carr. Including Chapman.”
Everyone but Tony and his two assistants gasped at that. Carr and his cameramen backed into the corner without another word and dropped to their knees. Tony turned back to face the muscleman who has been tormenting me. He watched him closely while he took me by the arm and backed up slowly until we were on the other side of the bench on which I was just raped by three dogs.
One of the two men with Tony closed the shed door and they backed up out of the way. As soon as they were clear, Tony said, “I can’t help wondering Jake, you ever taste piss?”
Jake just stood there with a look on his face somewhere between shock and horror. Tony turned to the other muscleman and asked, “How about you, Pete?”
Neither one answered his question. Instead, Jake asked, “What happened to Chapman? What about all his soldiers?”
“I guess he didn’t think I’d pull the trigger. He was wrong. About a third of his men are going to be with him here at the farm. The worst ones. The ones who thought I couldn’t do what I had to do. The others work for me now. The ones who didn’t want to work for me are all going to be fertilizing the area.”
I turned and asked, “Donna?”
“She’s fine. I’m sorry it took so long to get back. I know you must have had a very bad day. But I couldn’t start here. Word would have gotten back to town and the battle would have been lost before the first shots were fired. I’m not through in town. I have people watching the clubs and whorehouses that weren’t open yet. I don’t yet know how many of them will be under new management as soon as they open. I’ll have to see who I can work with and who I can’t. I already have a pretty good idea which ones are which.
“Before I could return I had to gather enough men I could trust to back me up out here. Chapman didn’t allow the guys staying out here at the farm to carry guns. He was afraid they’d get careless and some of the women might get their hands on them and do some damage. But they have some stashed in the basement of the house for an emergency so I had to be careful to keep word from getting back here. I had to pull together enough guys who hate Chapman and were willing to turn things around. It took a lot longer than I was planning on. I’m sorry.”
Then he turned back to Jake and asked, “Do you want to leave this shed alive?”
“Yeah, Tony. Come on man! You’ve known me for years! I can work for you. I got no problem with you.” “The problem is, Jake, I’ve never liked you. You’re really fucked up in the head. Did you know that?”
“No, Tony! I’m not, really. I just was doin’ what Chapman wanted me to do. Honest!”
“You mean like making these women drink a pitcher full of piss? That wasn’t Chapman’s idea. I’m sure he would have been amused. But that was your idea, not his. And that picana? I don’t know where you got that but I’d be willing to bet Chapman never even heard of those things. I tell you what, Jake. I’ll make you a deal. You swallow all that piss and I won’t bend you over the bench, strap you down, shove that picana up your ass and hold the trigger down until the battery goes dead. I hear you’re very fond of this thing. Tell me, Jake, how long does the battery last?”
“Come on, Tony! Why you singling me out? I’m just like all these other guys out here. I’m just doin’ my job.”
“No, Jake. You and the guys whose bodies are lying around in the next shed are different. I’ll admit there’s a truck full of assholes working out here. But you and Pete are the most warped. You two and the seven sick fucks I killed a little while ago are the only ones who like making snuff movies. You’re the only ones who are into all this animal sex. And from what I hear, you’re more into this drinkin’ piss crap than anyone else. That’s why I’m giving you a choice. I want to see this. You drink the piss in that pitcher and you can leave here alive as long as you promise to get as far away from this state as you can get. Because if you do what you’re told and manage to leave here alive, I give you my word if I ever see you again I’ll kill you on the spot. The next move is yours. What are you gonna do?”
There can be no question Tony means every word he just said. Jake looked at Tony, looked at me, then looked at the piss. Tony must have seen something in Jake’s eyes. He chuckled and said, “Don’t even think about it, Jake. If you knock that pitcher over I’ll just ask a few of the girls to go out to the corral and see if they can’t collect a pitcher full of horse piss. If that turns out to be harder than it sounds I bet I’d have no trouble getting them to fill that thing up. How about it, Jake? How many of those women out there do you suppose you made drink all your piss?
“You better hurry up, Jake. It’s getting cold. I hear it tastes even worse when it’s cold.”
Jake groaned and picked up the pitcher. For a second or two he was obviously thinking about throwing it at Tony. But he must have known that would be a fatal mistake. He brought the pitcher up to his mouth and after a long pause he tipped it up and drank about two swallows. He started gagging furiously and it looked like he was about to drop the pitcher. I guess he thought better of it when Tony pointed the pistol at his crotch and warned, “You can go that route if you want to, Jake. I’d just as soon shoot you and put an end to this.”
He glared at Tony. But then he lifted the pitcher to his lips and after a few initial sips he began struggling to chug it down. He had to stop often to control the gagging but after a few minutes he just kept sucking that crap down until there were just dregs in the bottom of the pitcher. He slammed the pitcher down on the table, turned slightly, dropped to his knees and puked it all back up. He looked up at Tony and croaked, “I couldn’t ... I couldn’t keep it down. Please...”
“Get up, Jake.”
Jake struggled to his feet, obviously not certain if Tony was going to kill him or not.
Tony waited until Jake was standing up more or less under control again and asked, “You got family around here, Jake?”
Jake nodded and croaked, “Wife and two kids in town.”
“Do they know what you do for a living?”
“Kids don’t. The wife knows I work ... I worked, for Chapman. She knows what he does. But she never asked what I do.”
“You from around here?”
He shook his head and said, “Oklahoma.”
“I highly recommend you go home, pack up your shit and move back to Oklahoma. I wasn’t kidding. You disgust me. If I ever see your nasty ass again I’ll shoot you down like a dog.”
Then he turned to the other men in the shed and said, “That goes for the rest of you. You’re all despicable human beings. I’m a thug. I’ve done some bad shit and never gave much thought to the people I was hurting. I’ve destroyed lives. I’ve raped a couple of women without giving any thought to the harm I was doing. But all that has come back to haunt me. Unlike you, my conscience is killing me. There are going to be some big changes around here. I’m going to run Chapman’s businesses. But as of now no one will be forced to work in those places and no one will be raped. I’ve arranged for some people to come out here to get these animals and this entire farm is going to be burned to the ground. Your buddies in the next shed are all dead. They were about to make a snuff film. I know you’re the other camera crew who made those kinds of movies. I’m very tempted to end you like I ended them.”
I heard several of them moan but not one of them spoke.
“But like I said, “A lot of people died today. Enough is enough. I have your identities. I know where you all live. If you pack up your shit and leave the state I’ll do something for you, something you didn’t do for those poor women. I’ll let you live. Don’t test me, gentlemen. Because I want very much to shoot you all down like the animals you are. Any questions?”
No one spoke. He told one of the men with him to escort them to their vehicles. The cameramen picked up their gear but Tony said, “You can have your equipment. Give me the recordings ... all of them.”
The men took the videos from their cameras and several more from their gear bags. As they headed for the door Tony said, “Twenty-four hours, gentlemen. I’ll have men checking. You had best be gone.”