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   Circus Act (THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED)

   Lights flickered through closed eyelids.  The smell of animal dung
filled her nostirals almost making her gag.  Her whole body ached.  Slowly
her senses starting comming back to her.  Where was she?  Her eyes almost
swollen shut she peered through two small slits, whincing from the stabbing
pain in her head.  She scanned her mind trying to grab hold of some
coherant memory, not finding any.  She shivered uncontrolably as the cool
air hit her bare skin.  Why was she naked?  She tried to wipe her face only
to find she could not move.  Her hands had been tied behind her back, she
lay face down in the cold dirt.  Panick started to set in, her heart
thumped wildly in her chest.  She tried to scream, barely able to force out
a ragged whisper.  She struggled against the confines that bound her hands
and legs together.  This had to be a dream!  Any minute now she'd wake
up...

   Mocking laughter filled the silence.  "Lookie that little yankee whore
strugglin!  Betcha she'd be a goooood little fuck!" Panicked and disorented
she tried desperatly to scan her surroundings through swollen eyes only to
be compleately blinded by the burning sun.  She heard the vile man
approaching, his feet lazily dragging in the dirt as he came closer.  He
smelled of booze.  His thick heavy southern accent slurring out the words
as he spoke.  "My my...  This one's a pretty little whore aint she?" He
traced a beefy finger across her jaw line before shoving her back into the
dirt.  She yelped as her arms crushed benith her.  White hot pain shot up
her shoulders and down her back.  Her fear temporarally paralizing her.

   "Well well, what have we got here?  I guess you are a true redhead" She
could hear him smacking his lips, she could feel his breath on her inner
thigh.  She had to swallow a few times to keep from throwing up.  He
forcefully pried her legs apart almost snapping them like a wishbone. 
"What a pretty little red pussy you got." She felt something cold touch her
thigh.  She could hear the swooshing of the liquid as he stroked her leg
with the whisky bottle.  "Mmmmm mmmm I can smeeelll you!" She began to
struggle against him as he positioned the neck of the bottle at the opening
of her pussy.  "ohhh yeeahhh!  I likes dem wild redheaded wenches!  Makes
it more a intrestin fuck!" He leaned in closer to her ear almost loosing
his balance in a drunken stuppor and half slurred half whispered in her
ear, "Dont ya worry little missy, I aint gonna fuck ya now, you smell like
horse shit." She could feel the stubble on his face scraching her cheek
harsly, trying hard not to gag she whiped her head around and bit hard into
his jaw.  His drunken scream nearly deafened her but she did not let go
till she tasted blood.  "YOU BITCH!!" A beefy hand came down heavily
striking her across the face.  Last thing she saw before passing out was a
large hand in the air comming down for another blow.

   She awoke with the taste of copper in her mouth.  Coughing and spitting
up the remains of her blood mixed with that of the drunken texan.  The
events of earlier slowly comming back to her.  She flinched as dirt was
kicked into her face.  "Wake up wench!" She winced as the man roughly
yanked her to her feet, only to fall back in a slump as he suddenly let her
go.  His mocking laughter filled her ears as she felt his fat beefy hands
yank her up once more, only this time he didnt let go.  He half dragged
half carried her like a caveman up the dirt road laughing manikly.  "Time
fer yer bath ya dirty little whore."

   Why was this happening to her?  Why was she here?  How.....  Before she
was able to finish her thought she gasped compleatly loosing her breath as
she felt herself being thrown into a troth of freezing cold water.  Before
she was able to regain her barrings she felt arms sliding around her waist
holding her still.  Unable to move she struggled against her capture. 
"Hold her real still daryl, I gotta clean dem pretty little tities, and dat
dirty little red pussy." The more she struggled the more she hurt.  She
gave up to her captures and let her body slump against the side of the
troth.  She shook with cold, pain and fear.  The man roughly grabed and
squeesed her breasts.  He giggled like a horny little school boy as she
watched them jiggle, flicking at her nipples till they were sore and raw.
But he was not finished.  He brought his mouth down on one of her breasts,
making loud sucking noises licking at her breast like a dog making her sick
to her stomach.  Only when he got bored of this game he moved down to her
red snatch shoving his beefy finger in her hole