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 My Home Town
Summary: Her home town is nothing like she remembered.
Keywords: nc
Sandy had nothing keeping her from going.  Recently divorced, with no
children, she had long wanted to revisit the small southern town where she
was born and spent the first thirteen of her going on thirty five years. 
Her memories were of playing with friends all day long, pleasant days in

school with friendly teachers, and everyone knowing everyone in the town.

   "Screw it, why not" she told herself as she packed her car to leave the
city behind, and enjoy reliving old memories before returning to a normal
9-5 life.

   After a day and a half of driving she finally reached her destination.
With a smile on her face she drove the main street, looking at buildings
that brought back old memories.  There was the Plaza theatre where she had
spent many pleasant afternoons with friends watching the matinee.  The drug
store hadn't changed much.  There was Mr.  Thorn's hardware store, now with
a new name on the sign.

   Sandy noticed that there weren't many people on the street, just an
occasional sighting of someone that she didn't know entering or leaving a
building.  She parked in front of the old hotel that she remembered so
well, thinking that this will be the first time that she had actually
stayed there.

   The desk clerk, whom she didn't know, was very pleasant.  He was the
kind of people she remembered.  He did keep eyeing her breasts; however
having always been well endowed, she was used to that.  He carried her bag
to her room, making sure she had everything she needed before he left.

   Sandy relaxed for a while, taking a shower and getting unpacked, then,
realizing she hadn't eaten since breakfast, decided to go see if the old
café was still there.

   Like most things in her memory, the old café was still there and open
for business, but with a new name on the sign.  There were only a couple of
men eating at the counter when she walked in.  As most men have done, she
was looked over quite well by the customers, and by the man she assumed was
the owner.  He appeared to be owner, cook, and waiter.  Like the hotel
clerk, the only other person she had met in town, he was very pleasant,
welcoming her to town, and offering his assistance in anything she needed
during her stay.

   The food was not bad, and she had a nice leisurely meal.  She was just
finishing when the town sheriff walked in.  Like the others, he was
pleasant, asking if he could join her.  She appreciated the opportunity to
talk to someone who would know about her old town, so she readily accepted
his company.

   They talked for an hour.  There didn't seem to be anyone left in town
that she remembered.  The factory had closed, and most families had moved
on.  The majority of residents were men working in the local gas and oil
industry.  Fracking had produced many jobs for the local men, but it was
tough work, so most men were under 45.

   Sandy explained her situation to the Sheriff.  She was divorced, no
children, parents recently deceased, and between dental assistant jobs.

   Sheriff Jones finally said he had to get back to work, getting up to
leave.  As he was walking out the door he looked back at the owner/waiter.
"Everything looks good John; get an ad in tomorrow's newspaper.  Sandy
smiled to herself, hearing that the old newspaper was still there.  How
many times had she run out into the front yard as a kid, to get the paper
for her Dad?

   Spending the rest of the afternoon just driving around town, Sandy was
somewhat disappointed that there weren't kids out playing, as she had those
many years ago.  The Sheriff had mentioned that the town had turned into
more of a transient oil and gas town after the factory closed.

   The evening was very restful.  Sandy went to the old Plaza Theatre and
watched a movie, one that she had seen several times on TV at home, but
never at the Plaza.  She pulled out a half read book from her bag and went
to bed.  She was thinking that the old home town was kind of disappointing.
There was no one left that she remembered.  It looked the same, but other
than appearance it was a different town.

   Sandy had finished reading, and was just starting to go to sleep when
there was a knock on the door.  "Who is it," Sandy yelled.  "Sheriff Jones,
sorry to bother you so late, but I need to talk to you for a second."

   Sandy pulled her robe on and went to the door.  She was startled to see
four men standing in the hall way.  She recognized the sheriff, and the
hotel clerk, but not the other two.  "Sorry to bother you Sandy, but we
have to move you to another room.  Actually, you and a couple of other
ladies have the whole floor to yourself." The hotel clerk snickered.

   "Can't this wait till morning," asked Sandy?" "No, after the newspaper
gets delivered, it will get pretty busy.  Won't be time to move you!" She
was completely confused, as one of the men hurriedly packed her bag.  The
sheriff, and one of the men she didn't know took her arms and they walked
into the elevator.  The door opened on the third floor.  By this time Sandy
was totally confused, thinking that there must be some kind of emergency to
cause all of this to happen.

   She was walked to a door, which the sheriff opened, escorting Sandy
inside.  There were two other women in the room, listening to music on an
old beat up radio.  There were two double beds, a kitchen table and four
chairs.  Sheriff Jones told the other three men to go, locking the door
behind them.  He needed to talk to Sandy.

   "Sandy, these two women don't speak English, so I'll explain what is
going on here.  They're both illegal aliens who we bought from a smuggler.
The taller of the two is Maria.  She's been with us for about a month. 
You'll be her replacement; as we like to turn over inventory about once a
month." Maria will be taken back across the border and sold to a broker
that trades world-wide in women.  This guy buys much of our used inventory.
My guess is she'll end up in a whore house in Guatemala or Honduras."

   "We bought the other lady just last week, and she replaced a woman named
Virginia, who passed our security concerns and was allowed to return to her
home.  So you see, there are options when your time with us ends.  You may
be sold in South America, or you may return home.  The only thing that
isn't an option, is that you will be here for about a month.  When your
replacement happens to show up you will leave.  If we have found
information on you, such as name and address of close family, etc.  you may
be allowed to go home, knowing that we will come after you and your family
if you mention anything about your time here.  If we have no such
assurances, you will be sold through a broker and probably end up in a
Mexican whore house."

   "It's hard to attract enough strong young men to work our oil fields. 
This is a small town, and as you have noticed, there are no families here;
so no women.  When a sexy young lady like yourself, who's absence won't be
noticed, comes through town, we enlist her services.  The men get tired of
a woman in about a month, which is the reason for the turnover in
inventory. We first tried bringing in professionals, but they wanted so
much of the cut we had to charge more than some of the men could afford. 
Plus, they were unreliable, here today, gone tomorrow.  With women like
yourself we can charge what men can afford, and we know you won't run out
on us.  With the lower fee, we get more customers, and actually make more
money.  Harder on you, but more profitable for us."

   "You probably won't have to give any blow jobs for the first week or so,
just your pussy and ass.  Most men won't take a chance on you biting it
off, while you still have fight in you.  Some might want to use a ball gag,
but most will just be satisfied with fucking the new girl."

   Sandy was in total shock.  What she was hearing had to be a joke.  They
can't do that to someone.  As she was trying to figure out just what was
happening, she heard a key in the lock.  The hotel clerk came back in.  "We
have customers in the lobby for the two Mexican ladies.  It's time for them
to go to their rooms.  Tomorrow morning the ad will come out in the paper
announcing Sandy as our new acquisition.  It will be a busy day.  We'll put
Maria in the van and take her to Mexico.  Sandy can take her room."

   As the two Mexican ladies were led out to service the daily customers,
Sandy yelled at the sheriff, "This is illegal.  I demand to see a judge."
The sheriff laughed.  I'm sure you'll see the judge very soon.  He seems to
be one of the first to read the newspaper ad, and he loves to sample the
new talent."

   "In the mean time, we make a little extra money by announcing to a
select few the arrival of a new girl before the newspaper ad comes out.  We
have four men who have paid a premium for your "pre announcement services."
Since you're situation hasn't fully sunk in yet, and you will be full of
fight, they will come in two at a time, one to hold you while the other
fucks you.  The first two also get the privilege of trimming your pussy. 
You won't be shaved; that's too much maintenance, but neatly and closely
trimmed.  Most of the men like to see pussy, not just a matt of hair."

   Sheriff Jones walked out the door leaving Sandy in total shock.

   Two minutes after the sheriff left, the door opened again.  Two large
men, both with big grins on their face walked in.  "Hi Sandy," the larger
of the two said.  "I'm Mike, my friend here is Jim.  We are both going to
fuck you.  You can take your clothes off and cooperate, but I hope you
won't.  I love a good fight."

   Sandy backed into a corner, "leave me alone." She felt so vulnerable,
having only her night gown and a robe on.  She pulled the robe closed with
both hands as tight as she could.

   Mike grabbed a wrist in each of his hands, pulling her arms to her side,
as Jim reached behind her and pulled the robe from her shoulders, causing
it to fall to the floor.  She was now down to a flimsy top, which barely
covered her breasts, and panties.  These were torn off of her quickly,
leaving Sandy nude, valiantly trying to cover herself with her arms and
hands.

   Once Sandy was nude, the men busied themselves removing their own
clothing, seemingly ignoring her, as she backed into a corner, her mind
racing, trying to find some way out of this.

   "Hey Jim, remember last year when they brought in the mother and her 20
year old daughter together; put them in this same room, and four of us guys
got first crack at them.  I thought the mother's pussy was the tightest I'd
ever had, until I recovered from her, and then fucked the daughter.  She
was so tight it took me 10 minutes just to get completely in her.  The
mother was here for over a month.  I fucked her several times.  That blonde
daughter was sold quickly.  I understand a pussy broker with middle-east
ties got them a lot of money for her.  She's probably flat on her back
right now with some Arab guy balls deep in her."

   Glancing at Sandy he said, "This one today has been married, but no
kids. She shouldn't be stretched out too much."

   Mike reached into the pants that he had removed and took out a pair of
scissors, a safety razor, and a comb.  "Come here Sandy; let's get your
pussy neatly trimmed before we get down to fucking you." Sandy started
trembling as she backed more into the corner.  Jim grabbed her by the arm
and threw her on the bed.  As she was trying to recover each man grabbed a
leg, pushing it out until both men were lying next to her, one across each
leg, spreading her wide.  She raised her upper body and began hitting at
the men, causing them to laugh.  "Please, Please, let me go, leave me
alone, no, no, no," as Mike began trimming her pubic hair and shaving the
stragglers on her legs and ass.

   A man was still across each leg as the trim was completed.  Mike
couldn't help but slide a finger up the length of her slit.  Mike looked up
at Sandy.  "Jim is going to get off of your left leg now, and I'm going to
move on top and fuck you.  Are you ready?" Sandy just started crying as
Mike ran his cock up and down her slit before starting to push in.  Sandy
felt the head of his cock slip inside her.  "No, no, let me up, I don't
want you in me.  Please, Please."

   "Hey man, she's pretty tight.  She'll be a good fuck while she's here."

   Sandy was beaten.  She just lay there while Mike pounded her.  After a
few minutes she felt him tense, then felt the sensation of his cum deep
inside her.  She finally came to the realization that she was going to be
their whore for the rest of the night.  She was frantic.  "THE FEDERAL RAID
ON THIS TOWN DOESN'T START UNTIL DAWN."

   Sandy was perfect as an undercover agent.  She grew up in this town, was
very pretty, and was anxious to take these people down.  She thought, "the
planners of this raid told me these people always keep the girls fresh,
full of fight, never touched, until the advertisement comes out in the
morning paper.  She wasn't supposed to get raped.  They had assured her
that she would be safe until the paper was delivered.  The raid was set for
dawn, well before the newspaper delivery.

   "But what about the mother and daughter that these two men had talked
about?  They had been gang raped before any fucking newspaper came out. 
Whoever planned this raid is going to be in deep shit when this is over."

   In the mean time she had been thoroughly fucked by a guy named Mike. 
Another asshole named Jim was just working his cock into her, as Mike held
her down; and two more were waiting outside to fuck her when these two were
finished.  Plus, if they didn't plan to keep her "fresh and full of fight",
why wouldn't the sheriff, the hotel clerk, the café owner want some of the
new pussy tonight, before the big rush when the ad comes out.  Who else? 
Sandy wished they hadn't taken her watch.  She had no idea what time it
was. "HOW LONG UNTIL DAWN??"