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Livin' In the Country - Chapter 26
I slept soundly and awoke refreshed and free of any dreams I might have experienced during my sojourn into the world of Morpheus. Of interest, during the night I became the meat in a sandwich, but evidently had been spared for another time, probably after work at the feed store. I vowed to do my best to pay my way in whatever coin of the realm Charlotte and Belinda chose. In all candor, I was becoming rather addicted to whatever these two ladies decided to charge me for room and board. There still remained the issue of Mimi Marlowe, who evidently had gone out on a date last night without so much as a hint that she was seeing someone else. This was a small cloud on the horizon, but one that needed my attention.
The three of us arrived at work and got busy doing whatever had to be done to keep the establishment operating in a manner that would allow all of us to retain our situations. However at the first break, my worst fears were confirmed by numerous second and third hand "witnesses" to the degradation of Mimi Marlowe last night at the local drive-in movie. It seems that chief Vlad, a bastard of the first order, had taken a leave of absence, turning over the position to an underling extremely loyal to judge Kurtz, who actually ran our little county despite what others claimed.
The arrival of Mimi Marlowe in the sheriff's squad car caused a considerable response from the crowd of teenagers who were just settling down for the evening's fun and games. The fact that the sheriff had the car's interior lights on only made it more obvious that something was afoot. He drove slowly from one row of cars to the next, acting for all the world as if he was checking out the occupants to make sure that none were breaking any of the local ordinances. Those brave enough to checkout the car were astonished to see Mimi Marlowe seated next to the temporary sheriff, her arms pulled up over the front seat, causing her to throw out her chest, which had attached to it a pair of recently enhanced breasts, provided by an excellent plastic surgeon from another county. Those with sharper eyes could detect that the schoolteacher was also effectively silenced with a white ball-gag. The police car finally selected a spot in the last row of the drive-in and dimmed its interior lights just as the movie came onto the giant screen.
The audience settled down and began focusing on either the movie or their dates, leaving any speculation about what was transpiring in the police car for later. Things remained quiet for perhaps fifteen minutes and then the lawman exited his vehicle, leaving the bound and gagged Mimi Marlowe locked within the car with the interior lit once more. He walked up and down the two closest rows of cars, checking on the activities that were taking place within them. Twice he interrupted some over-eager teens who were busily exploring each other's bodies in ways that made the lawman glower and order them to break it up or suffer the consequences. In one case he actually confiscated a pair of panties he saw on the front seat of the car in question, stating to the couple that he would return the undergarment to its rightful owner after the movie ended.
What really started heads wagging was when he stuck his head into a car where a group of males sat watching the action film, and announced that he needed two volunteers to keep an eye on his prisoner while he continued his sweep of the drive-in attendance to make sure that nothing salacious was going on in those darkened cars. You can imagine the consternation when the volunteers discovered a half naked Mimi Marlowe bond and gagged in the police car. The new sheriff had taken the liberty of not only removing all her clothing above the waist, he had also taped her eyes open to make sure she watched the movie and not what was going on about her.
By the time he returned, there was a large group of teens, both boys and girls, checking out the schoolteacher's body and the way she struggled to escape her bonds. Poor Mimi Marlowe had been brought low by the new sheriff. He ordered everyone back to their cars and joined his prisoner in the police car. Off went the lights and all was quiet for perhaps a half hour before he exited and made another sweep of the drive-in. This time poor Mimi was naked except for her hose, her panty girdle in ruins from being cut from her body. Once again she drew a large crowd and things only got worse when the lights came up and it was intermission. Now the poor woman was the focus of staring eyes as groups of teens deliberately passed by the car and looked in to see her humiliation.
Vlad's replacement seemed to enjoy watching the groups of teens gawking at the naked schoolteacher, who was absolutely helpless to protect herself from their prying and knowing eyes. Finally the lights went down and the movie resumed. The lawman dispersed the crowd and joined Mimi in his police cruiser. It turns out that a pair of teens was bold enough to situate themselves so they had a good view of what was taking place in the police car, thanks to the reflections from the giant movie screen. The helpless woman was at his mercy and he took full advantage of the situation. He played with her enhanced breasts and twisted the nipples until she arched her body like a bowstring under pressure. He slapped and pinched those firm globes over and over. The teens swore they even saw him bite those beauties more than once. However it was what he did with his baton that made the rounds quickly.
Mimi was helpless to stop him from inserting the wooden weapon into her dry cunt. It was slow going, but inch by agonizing inch he managed to get almost half the length of his club into her tight twat. He paused so he could maul her firm, plump breasts for a few minutes, adding some fresh teeth marks to the already well-marked jiggling globes. Then he resumed raping her with his baton. Mimi took another couple of inches and then he began to move it back and forth, working to gain another inch or so before he made contact with her cervix. When that happened, his victim nearly ruptured herself trying to escape the pain he was causing. She failed miserably and for her troubles he punished her insides by driving the baton against her cervix with hammer-like blows, tilting the organ so badly that she would suffer bouts of agonizing pain for years afterward.
According to the eye witnesses, he raped the teacher for well over an hour, working on her pussy for perhaps five to ten minutes at a time and then teasing her with his fingers and even occasionally getting his fist just past her well stretched cunt mouth. They swear that by the time he finished with her, his baton was coated with blood and other material, and she was unconscious. He even went so far as to ram the baton into her belly and use it on her thighs. Just before the lights came on in the drive-in, he once more rammed the baton as far up her swollen, raw cunt as he could, and left it there for all to see as they slowly drove by his cruiser and glanced at what remained of the famous Mimi Marlowe, now reduced to nothing but a common criminal and slut. Most of the teens were unhappy over what had happened to their former mentor, but none dared confront the new sheriff lest he might arrest them or their friends for their behavior.
I spent the rest of the day in a state of shock mixed with anger. How could this have happened? My current benefactor did her best to keep my spirits from totally going through the floor, but I was beyond consolation at this point. The time seemed to drag and my dedication to the well paying job I had just landed was flagging. Charlotte sheltered me from any claims that I was putting in less than an honest day's work, for which I was in her debt. Others stopped by to buck up my spirits that were at a low ebb. Somehow I survived the day and thanks to Charlotte's largesse, was able to make a beeline to Ms. Marlowe's domicile to see her and assess the situation. It was far worse than I had imagined.
Her house was dark and no amount of pounding on the door changed matters one wit. I told Charlotte I'd be staying put until Mimi made an appearance, and suggested she and Belinda get on home. It took some convincing, but at last they did as I requested, promising to return if I wasn't back or in touch with them in the next couple of hours. I hunkered down and began my vigil. Time can pass mighty slowly when you have only one thing on your mind and no way to speed things up. Once the sun went down, it began to get a bit chilly. I took a walk around her property to kill some time and generate some body heat. Fortunately I was away from the house when the police car pulled up, and disgorged a fellow I didn't recognize. I stayed hidden and watched as he checked the house for security, making sure there were no windows or doors unlocked. He flashed his light around in a random pattern and satisfied himself that all was as it should be. With that accomplished he returned to his cruiser and drove off into the darkness. To me that was proof positive that Mimi Marlowe was not about to return to her home anytime soon. My sober mood intensified and I decided it would be wise to seek the companionship offered by Charlotte and Belinda. With a little luck I'd be able to reach their place in a little more than an hour.
Upon my return to my current lodgings I was greeted by the two ladies who had evidently been communicating with others concerning the disappearance of the school marm. Mimi Marlowe had not been seen since her rather strange appearance at the drive-in. The school authorities had not been notified of her absence, which troubled folks no end, and naturally the students were in an uproar over her disappearance and what had occurred to her last evening. Rumors abounded about her whereabouts, ranging from being in held in jail for lewd and lascivious behavior, kidnapped by white-slavers, eloping with the new sheriff, or taking up light housekeeping with a lesbian couple that had recently moved into the area. All this misinformation just increased my anxiety.
Although Charlotte was a good cook and had gone out of her way to prepare something savory as well as nutritional, my appetite was not up to her high-end country cuisine. I was forgiven, but not able to avoid their enthusiastic efforts to focus on things more sensual, such as their bare bodies, which very recently had a close encounter of the watery kind, including douches that made their more intimate regions positively bloom. I was escorted to the bedroom and treated as if I were some potentate from a foreign land. Under normal circumstances this would have been an occasion for me to enjoy profoundly. This time I proved to be a challenge to my two boon companions, but they were not deterred.
It was not one of my better efforts, but I had the excuse of being distracted somewhat. However the tandem of Charlotte and Belinda were a tireless pair and yours truly found himself being drawn into the fray almost against his will. One thing led to another and soon most of my face was buried between the smooth thighs of that teenager who knew more about life and love than most women twice her age. Couple that with the talented tongue and vast experience of her partner and yours truly was finally drawn into the center of a fairy decent maelstrom. I must admit that this did take the edge from my obsession concerning the disappearance of Mimi Marlowe, and led to a few hours of troubled sleep.
Unfortunately my brief sojourn into the world of Morpheus was plagued by bizarre dreams featuring not only Ms. Marlowe, but the Tolliver twins as well. I found myself in what appeared to be a prison, except I was not confined to a cell. I could hear muffled sounds and an occasional shout, but locating the source proved difficult. I'd go down one long corridor thinking I was approaching the sounds, when they'd start up in another passageway. After a few false starts I stood still and listened carefully. I remained confused since each new sound seemed to come from a different direction. It was then that I discovered the way to locate each and every source. I placed my ear against the damp stonewalls and listened. There were differences in volume that provided me with the proper directions. It was slow going, but after what seemed like an hour, I found myself approaching a metal door. I could see a sliver of light coming from the bottom of the door. Now the sounds were quite clear and I realized what was taking place in this room.
I moved to the door and noticed a small bar located at eye level. I quickly discovered that it slid open to give me a view of what was taking place in the cell. I almost immediately regretted my decision to open the bar. Mimi Marlowe was hanging by her swollen breasts, her hands cuffed to the metal collar around her neck. She was stark naked and her bare body was covered with cuts and deep welts. I could see a bucket in the corner containing numerous implements such as bamboo canes, what looked like a flail and fresh cut switches that grew wild in this region of the country. One of the sheriff's men was using a cane on Mimi's bottom, slicing it to ribbons as his compatriots watched and urged him to even greater excesses.
From the condition of her breasts, it was obvious they had been recently caned. Then I noticed her bulging belly, jutting out over the thick length of hard rubber that was stretching her pussy to its limit. She was securely gagged with a large rubber ball wedged tightly between her jaws, limiting her screams and pleadings for mercy. Evidently they had forced large quantities of water or some other liquid into her stomach to add to her agony. That region also bore the marks of a recent beating. It was then that I recognized chief Vlad. He was holding a length of rubber hose in his hand and as I watched in horror, he jammed it with all his strength into her rectum, splitting open her sphincter muscle as if it were made of putty.
There was nothing I could do to save her, so I carefully closed the viewing port and made my way further down the corridor to check another room that also was showing light from the door's bottom. This time when I opened the bar, it revealed the Tolliver twins in all their naked, teenage glory. The pair was confined to separate wooden holding fixtures that held them immobilized on their knees and arms. Hanging from their nipples were lead weights that made their stretched breasts appear almost deformed. I could see evidence of a very recent whipping on the portion of their bottoms that was revealed. However what depressed me the most was the fact that each twin was being sodomized by a uniformed deputy, while others stood around and made obscene comments about what was transpiring. It was at that moment that I heard the sounds of barking dogs that grew louder and louder. I could not believe it, but it appeared that the deputies had even more depraved plans for the twins. It was then that I awoke with a start and discovered I was sweating profusely and had disturbed my bedmates with my reaction to this lengthy nightmare.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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