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 The First Chance Saloon

  
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Helen and her daughter Mandy were already 10 minutes late when they left
for the party.  Mandy's friend Hannah's 7th Birthday was practically on the
other side of the country, as Helen had to check her satnav for the
hundredth time, wondering just how much further it could possibly be. 
Eventually the robotic female voice informed her that they were still some

10 miles from their destination.  For the forth time.

   "Mom!  I need to go!" Mandy squirmed in the passenger seat.  "Just hold
on, sweetie.  We should be there soon." "But I can't wait till then! 
Moooooom!" the seven year old whined in her seat looking pained.  Helen
rolled her eyes and muttered something about going before they left. 
Before she could attempt to calm her daughter, Helen noticed a roadside
building with a large empty forecourt.  "OK, sweetie.  Mommy's going to
stop here and check the address, and if we ask nicely they might let us use
their restroom." Mandy looks relieved and stops her squirming while Helen
pulls in to the dusty truckstop.

   Helen leads in her daughter by the hand, the little girl hoping from leg
to leg to hold back her desperation.  She hikes up her pink and white party
dress to stop the hem getting dirty on the wooden floor.  Inside the dingy
venue, two burly old men sit curled over the bar, one in plaid and one in
overalls, a younger man is wiping a glass while distorted country music
pipes through the barren room.  "Can 'e help ye, ma'am?" the young barman
asks politely, a little confused.  "Hi.  Erm, yes.  Please.  Could my
daughter use your restroom?" Helen asks awkwardly, smiling as best she can,
trying to ignore the pungent smell of sweat and stale beer.  The barman and
two old men look Mandy up and down and smirk.  "Sure.  s'outback." The
barmen nods to a painted door at the end of the bar.  Mandy sees the door
and starts to skip past the men, who follow her with leering eyes.  Helen
starts to feel a little uncomfortable around the men and strides to keep up
with her daughter.  Before she can catch up, she feels a sharp snag on her
dress.  Stopping and turning she sees one of the old men holding her back
firmly.  "One atta time, lady" he smirks.  Helen looks frightened, and sees
Mandy disappear in to the dark hallway behind the bar.  "Mandy, wait!"
Helen starts to shout, but a hard palm strikes her across the face before
she can utter the first syllable.  Holding a hand to her cheek she looks in
wild surprise at the other old man who struck her.  He points to a sign
behind the bar reading 'no shouting'.  Helen backs away from the aggressive
men, only to get pulled back towards the bar by her pink dress.  One of the
men grabs her by the shoulder and pushes her down against the whiskey
stained surface, pressing her large D cup breasts in to the sticky puddles
of alcohol.  The panicked mother looks up to the barman who's preparing a
drink casually.  Helen feels her head pulled back by the other man as she's
pinned to the bar.  "Let go of me!" the woman squeals, before she's slapped
across the face again, this time by the barman.  "Drink up!" the younger
man grins, pushing the dirty glass towards her mouth.  Helen twists her
face away from the foul smelling drink and tries to keep her mouth shut,
but one of the men pinches her cheeks and forces open her jaw.  The barman
quickly tips the drink in to Helen's mouth and pinches her nose and holds
her jaw shut.  She starts to go red in the face as she resists swallowing
but the liquid burns her tongue and she eventually swallows.  Within a few
heartbeats she feels her body begin to slump and become weak.  Through a
blurry eye, she sees one of her abusers leave his stool and walk to the
dark doorway at the end of the bar before she passes out.

   Helen pulls her head off the sticky surface of the bar.  Her fringe
matted with something sticky.  She smacks her lips and feels the inside of
her mouth with her tongue, feeling like she's hungover.  Realising her
surroundings, she sits up on the leather stool and looks around with blurry
vision.  The bar is empty, only the empty shot glasses on the bar and the
country music are left.  "Mandy!" Helen thinks out loud and motions towards
the dark doorway.  She stumbles and falls to the wooden ground, the dull
sensation of hitting her knees waking her slightly.  She looks down and
sees her dress sticky and muddy with liquor stains, making the fabric stick
to her breasts.  Starting with a crawl, Helen tries to drag herself to the
bathroom.  It's only when she hears a scream she manages to stumble and
fall in to the doorway with a panic.

   Mandy's mother falls through the bathroom door shoulder first, still
unable to manipulate her mouth to form words.  She looks up from the piss
stained tiles and sees all three men standing around Mandy.  She's cornered
in the bathroom by a sink, still dressed and untouched.  The men stop to
look at the collapsed woman, her pretty pink dress turning dark with piss
stains from the floor.  The burly man in plaid chuckles at her.  "How y'
feelin', ma'am?" Helen merely shakes her head and stretches out one
desperate hand to motion the men from her daughter.  "I know what'll make
y' feel better" he grins, before turning to Mandy who looks at him with big
frightened eyes.  He quickly snaps his hand across the seven year old
girl's face, slapping her cheek.  Helen's stomach turns and her eyes bulge.
She wants to scream, she wants to kill the man, she wants to save her
daughter.  The man looks at Helen squirming on the dirty floor, and hits
the little girl again.  Helen is almost red in the face.  She desperately
wants him to stop but feels powerless to do anything.  The man in overalls
smiles at Helen's predicament, before slapping Mandy's face harder.  The
little girl bursts in to tears and sulks for her mommy, but her body is
almost frozen in fear.  Helen's ear's twitch at the sound of the man's palm
striking her daughter.  Now she would really prefer it if the men would
stop hurting her daughter.  She shakes her head and tries to focus.  She
hears another slap, and looks up to see both the men winding back their
hands and striking her innocent girl.  "Oh god!" Helen manages to blurt,
her head clearing with every vicious slap.  "I think it's workin'!" The man
in plaid laughs.  "Hit 'er proper, Cal!" the barman sneers.  "That otta
wake the bitch up!" Helen looks up in a sudden fear, in time to see 'Cal'
in plaid clench his fist and drive a clean punch in to Mandy's chest,
knocking her back against the wall.  "You're hurting her!!" Helen barks,
suddenly able to muster more energy.  She watches as the second man does
the same, punching her young daughter in the ribs with a dull thud.  Helen
picks her self up on to her knees, looking down at her piss stained dress,
partially see through and clinging to her breasts.  Although she's able to
get to her knees, she feels unable to stop the men beating her daughter. 
"Lemme sho' ya" the barman tuts and pulls Cal to the side, taking his place
in front of the trembling girl.  He clenches his fist and drives his
knuckles in to Mandy's top lip, knocking her head against the tiled wall.
The girl bursts in to hysterics as blood swells and drips from her lip and
on to her pretty dress.  Helen feels her body burn with energy as she
watches her daughter's face bleed.  She brings herself to her feet and
clutches her stomach breathing deeply.  She looks at the men in confusion.
The barman smiles at the older woman and punches Mandy again, this time in
the eye.  Helen's own eyes bulge and her breathing quickens.  Her hand on
her stomach feels heavy.  She shakes her head and mouths 'no' to the
sadistic men.  "Wan' us t' stop, bitch?" the barman grins at the urine
stained mother.  Helen thinks for a moment, her head clearing with every
drip of rose red blood from Mandy's lip.  She looks at the man's heavy fist
and back to his face.  "No." Helen blurts.  "Don't stop." She amazes
herself with own admittance, but each time these large men abuses her
daughter, she feels a wave of pleasure.  The men laugh to each other. 
"Told y' that drink was wort' e'ry cent!" The barman laughs, before
punching Mandy's little face again, causing Helen to moan out loud.  "Hey,
lady.  Wanna go?" Cal asks, grabbing Mandy by her hair and pushing her
towards the fallen mother.  Helen looks at her sweet little girl and
reaches out to stroke her bruised face.  Her eye is already swelling and
her lip is sticking out, still bleeding.  Unable to hold back her urges,
she hits her daughter hard around the head, sending her face first to the
piss covered floor.  Helen bites her lip and pushes her hand between her
legs.  "Fuck that feels amazing!" she sighs as the four grown ups stand
around the girl laying prone on the dank floor.