M/F, WIFE, NC, SOUTH -- 1/1

                               Southern Nightmare
                                Author: Unknown

      She was driving South.  She had two weeks off from work and needed a
break badly.  Her marriage was a mess -- her career demanding.  Her husband was
so wrapped up in his business, that she seldom even saw him anymore.  And when
she did, things were tense between them.  She needed more physical attention.
He was aware of that, but either was unable to fulfill that for her, or he was
filling his needs elsewhere -- she was not sure which, but she could not face
another day of it.  She did not leave a note for him.

      She just packed a bag and left.  She needed the time to herself to sort
out her thoughts.  What was she to do with this messed up life? Should she
leave him? Should she fill her needs with someone else and stay in the
marriage?  So many other questions that needed answers. Maybe this time away
from him would give her some answers.  Maybe her unexplained absence would
bring everything at home to a head.  Maybe he would even be gone when she
returned.

      Whatever happened, it had to be better than it had been for the last 5
years. She was lost in her thoughts as she sped through a small town in
Alabama.  She idly realized that somewhere behind her, she had taken a wrong
turn.  This was not on the route she had planned.  She thought, "Oh well, it
doesn't much matter where I am.  Just being away is the important thing."  The
first real awareness of her surroundings came with the flashing of a blue light
behind her.  She pulled to the side of the road, sighed, extracted her driver's
license, and was prepared to pay the speeding ticket.

      The police officer approached the driver's side of the car.  He made a
few uncomplimentary remarks about out-of-state drivers rushing through small
Southern towns, examined her driver's license, and asked her to get out of the
car.  She asked him why that was necessary.  He told her that it was standard
procedure in this "neck of the woods."  His tone of voice did not leave much
room for argument.  She complied.

      She had no sooner closed the car door when she was swung around and her
arms pulled behind her.  A pair of handcuffs were quickly snapped over her
wrists. She was startled first, then angry!    She demanded an explanation. The
officer told her that she gave up all rights to an explanation or any other
considerations when she broke the law in Reese's town. She asked what "Reese's
town" meant.  Instead of an answer she received a rough jerk on the arm in the
direction of the patrol car.  For the first time, she noticed that the patrol
car was not empty.

      An older man, not in uniform, emerged and walked wordlessly to her car,
started the engine, and drove it away.  As she began to protest this action,
she was shoved roughly into the back seat of the cruiser and the door slammed
shut with a resounding bang.  The officer climbed in behind the wheel and the
car moved off in the opposite direction from where her car had headed.
Conversation with the policeman was useless.  He just refused to speak to her
again.  Fear was becoming almost overpowering within her. She was constantly
stifling a scream and even found herself feeling sick.  Now she wished
desperately that she had told someone where she was going.

      The police car drove slowly back into the town that she had barely
noticed before.  The only paved road seemed to be the highway.  A few old men
stood on the street corner near a post office.  They aimlessly watched the
police car pass.  Did one of them smile when they saw her?  Two women came out
of a hardware store.  They glanced at the police car, but quickly looked the
other way, when they saw her.  Was she imagining things because of her fear? Or
did these town people seem to know something about her fate?

      She was unceremoniously removed from the car and roughly shoved in a
small jail cell inside the building that bore a small scrawled sign that
declared that she was entering the "Reese's Sheriff Office." There were only 2
cells in the building and the other one was empty.  She noticed that the sun
had set and darkness was fast approaching.  She examined her surroundings.  It
looked like something from a B-grade movie -- one dim light suspended from the
high ceiling, a urinal, a sink, and a stained mattress with no sheets.  The
handcuffs had not been removed and were beginning to make her arms and wrists
ache.

      She looked at the cell adjoining hers.  It was odd.  It had none of the
fixtures that "adorned" her cell.  It had some sort of mat on the floor --
something resembling the tumbling mats they had used in her junior high school.
The only other odd thing about these cells was that they were not against the
wall.  There was an aisle all the way around the two adjoining cells.  They
were like cages set in the middle of the room. She considered this for a bit
and decided maybe it made breaking out of jail more difficult.  There were no
windows in the room at all.  It was a cinder block building and for the first
time, she realized that she could not even hear the traffic on the busy highway
outside.  There was a barred door between the "cellroom" and an attendant's
desk.  A firmly locked steel door separated the attendants "office" and the
rest of the building.

      She tried calling to the attendant, who was a large unkempt man in
overalls. He ignored her, as if she had said nothing at all.  He finally opened
the barred door and entered the cell area.  It was dark now, and she felt fear
beginning to consume her.  He approached the cell and looked at every part of
her.  For a fleeting moment a smile turned up one side of his mouth, then
disappeared.  And he slowly reached down and touched his crotch, then turned
and went back to his desk.  She knew exactly how helpless she was and could
think of no useful thing to do to alleviate the helplessness.

      Hours passed and no one else entered the room.  She could not see her
watch, but knew it was getting quite late.  She shunned the stained mattress,
but knew that sooner or later she would have to rest as best she could there.
She heard voices and looked toward the attendants office.  Seven men had
entered the small enclosure and were proceeding into the room where she was
being held. Then three more men entered and came in to join the others.  The
steel door was closed again.

      Now fear was rising in her throat.  She knew that calling for help was
useless. There seemed to be no alternative to accepting whatever these men had
in mind for her.  The attendant unlocked her "cage" and pulled her roughly out.
She wanted to be strong, but felt the tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.
The other cell was unlocked and she was shoved inside.

      The attendant opened a large filthy looking pocket knife.  Oh God! They
were going to kill her!  Why?  But instead, the attendant used the knife
methodically to cut her clothes from her body.  When she stood completely
naked, the 10 men approached the cage to get a better look at her body. Just as
she thought that her fear could be no worse, the steel door to the outer office
opened and another large man entered, leading an even larger man by the arm.
The man being led into the cell area was completely naked.  And she had never
seen a penis so large.  It seemed to hang half way to his knees.

      The naked man looked apprehensive, but unresisting.  As he was led toward
her cell, he saw her for the first time.  His face broke into a large, somewhat
wild grin.  He immediately reached down and held his long penis in his hand and
stroked it slowly.  It began to respond immediately to his touch.  Now she knew
what her fate was to be -- at least part of it.  And she knew that she might
not survive this night.  An older, unkempt man approa ched the cell.  He said,
"Missy, we don't take kindly to strangers here.  We especially don't like
smartass Yankees flying through our town like we ain't even important enough to
warrant a slow down.  But a few years back, we came up with a cure for that --
especially if the Yankee is a woman. Oh, we have other methods for Yankees
fellers too, but you don't need to worry about that!"

      Several of the other men chuckled at that.  The spokesman continued,
"This here fine looking specimen of male prick you see before you, is Jake.
Jake is sort of like our mascot here 'bouts.  You kin see for yerself, that he
sports the biggest whang in these parts.  Not many women can handle it.  You
are going to get a chance to try.  It may be yore finest hour."  The men
laughed again.  She began to beg to be released.

      She promised to pay the speeding fine, no matter how unreasonable.  The
man said, "Tell ya what, Sugar.  We larned somethin bout you Yankees. Money
ain't no object.  Paying a fine makes no difference to yer kind at all and we
ain't got no use for Yankee money.  But we know a way to make you sit up and
take notice, the next time you pass through a small town -- no matter where yer
at." The old man went on, "Now Jake here is deaf as a post and he's dumb to
boot. Just thought I'd pass that along, so's you wouldn't waste no effort
trying to reason with him.  Anyways, yer gonna need all the effort you can
muster this evenin."  More laughter.

      He said, "Ya see, cause Jake has this here affliction, he don't get much
pussy. It's a real God-send when we can help him out like this. The women round
here don't cotton to men with defects, so we are happy to get him an evenin's
entertainment, when we can.  My advice to you, is just enjoy the time he shows
you.  But you are welcome to do anything you like.  The more you fight, the
more he seems to like it, so suit yerself."  With that, Jake entered the cell,
grinning.  The attendant removed the handcuffs, and left the cell, closing the
barred door behind him and locking it.

      She thought if Jake could not understand words, maybe he could read her
face. She looked him in the eyes and tried to communicate with him. She hoped
he would see the terror in her eyes and have pity on her.  He smiled back with
a definite leer.  The old man spoke through the bars, "Better tell you, Missy,
he thinks you Yankee women like rough sex.  We trained him that way.  He thinks
he is doing you a favor."  She knew from that point on, that there was no way
out.

      The temptation to try to avoid Jake was too great.  She ran to the
opposite side of the cell and grabbed the bars in front of her.  As she did
this, a hand from the outside clasped over each of her hands and held her fast
to the bars. She tried to kick at her captors, but Jake was on her from the
back.  He grabbed her hips and pulled them away from the bars. At the same
time, the men holding her, shoved her hands down the bars about the level of
her knees.  Now she was very vulnerably exposed for Jake's use.  She braced
herself for the pain of being entered by his gigantic member. But instead, he
spread her cheeks and rubbed his fingers over her anus -- then down to her
pussy and pressed inside slightly.  She tried to move away from him as several
of the onlookers snickered.  She heard one say, "These Yankee women are all so
stupid.  They all do the same thing.  And Jake likes the doggie style best of
all.  Maybe the word is carrying north on the wind!"  Laughter.  She just
wanted to get it over with. The humiliation was unbearable.  But the pain
didn't come.  Instead, she felt Jake's hot breath on her crotch.  Oh Please!!
NO!!

      From the audience she could not see, "Look at Jake slobber.  Damn, he
acts like an old hound dog in a pen of bitches in heat!"  Several approving
grunts and snickers.  It became obvious that the men around her had extracted
their dicks and were stroking them.  Her head was kept shoved down, but she
could hear from their grunts and murmuring sounds, that they were going to
enjoy this as much a Jake.

      They were right about Jake though, he was rubbing his face between her
cheeks, and then down between her legs.  He began to lick at her, like a dog
drinking water.  He licked her asshole.  He licked her pussy with loud slurping
noises. Her humiliation was complete.  And when she thought she could sink no
lower, her body took on a life of its own and began to respond to Jake's
ministrations.  He began to probe with his tongue. For a moment, she thought
that he had entered her because his tongue was almost as long as a normal man's
member would have been.  The more she tried to remain still, the more it became
impossible.

      She began to moan softly through her tears.  One man said, "Look at that
Yankee bitch.  She sure likes ole Jake's attention.  They're all like that --
them Yankee women.  They can't hep theirselves -- just naturally horny sluts --
all of them."  He was answered by several surrounding grunts and moans...
her's!

      It caught her by surprise -- her orgasm.  She could not fight it.  It
came in waves, like shock waves from an explosion.  And as she came, Jake
slurped even louder, reaming out the inside of her pussy with his loud tongue a
nd plunging a long, hairy finger into her asshole.  She bucked against him and
cried and screamed.  As she came, she felt globs of wet cum splash through the
bars onto her head and back -- and even that, added to the depth of her orgasm.

      Now Jake was on his feet.  He rubbed his hand in the cum deposited on her
body and began to rub it in her face, on her breasts, and finally on her wet
cunt and asshole.  Then he began to enter her pussy.  The pain was like fire.
All nerve endings were supersensitive from her recent orgasm and his cock was
really bigger than she could take.  But he stretched her as he went.  She
screamed several times and each time, she heard the approving grunts from the
onlookers.

      Jake pressed his finger into her asshole again and began to pump into her
pussy with his cock.  The pain was awful.  But again, her body seemed to be out
of her control and she began to respond.  She realized, with horror, that
having the audience was adding to her sexual response.  Jake pumped away at her
endlessly.  She came a number of times and was joined by the unceremonious
dumping of cum on various parts of her body from the men on the outside of the
cell.  When this would happen, Jake would scoop it from her body, and rub it on
her breasts or on her buttocks or on her back or on her face.

      Her whole body was now covered in slick cum that began to dry in places
and pull the skin tight.  She cried and she screamed and she came. After an
unbelievable amount of time, Jake pulled out of her pussy and pulled her away
from the bars.  He sat her down with her back propped against the cage.  He
stood before her, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back.  He then
pressed his cock into her mouth.  She thought about biting him, may have even
begun to do that, but he viciously pulled her hair and she knew that it was
useless.  He shoved deeply into her mouth, making her gag and bruising her
throat.  She had no defense and offered no resistance now.

      After several minutes of fucking her mouth, he pulled her away from the
bars and lay her down on her back and mounted her once again.  Now he pumped
harder and harder and the pain was mixed with her ever increasing bodily
response. After she had come twice more, Jake shot his cum deep inside her, and
collapsed on top of her, hunching his body as he drove his cock deeper inside
her.  Cum from the outside splashed on her and all around her on the mat.  Jake
got to his knees, stroked her cum covered face once, got up, and walked out of
the cell.  The men also wandered away. She hurt all over.  She lay still for a
long time, afraid they would return.  When she realized she was still alone,
she looked around.  The cell door was open.  Looking further, the adjoining
office door was open and the outer door to the office was open, as well.  Her
clothes lay in shreds on the cell floor.  She steadied herself against the bars
and slowly stood up.  She was surprised that, with difficulty, she could walk.
She slowly approached the outer door to the attendant's office and saw that the
room outside the office was apparently empty.  She inched her way toward the
back door through which she had been brought earlier.  It seemed like years
ago.  Was it really only this afternoon that this nightmare had begun? She
tried the back door.  It was not locked.  She opened and door and gazed into a
dimly lit parking lot.

      There was her car, parked next to the back door.  She made her way down
the steps and reached the car.  It was not locked either and the keys were in
the ignition.  Her purse lay on the front seat, untouched.  She almost flooded
the engine in her haste to get the car started.  She drove out of the parking
lot and out the highway the way she had been traveling earlier.  She thought
about heading back for home, but she wanted to get far, far away from this
place. When she had traveled about 40 miles without incident, she pulled to the
side of the road and reached in the back seat for her overnight case... drew
out a pair of slacks and a blouse and slipped q uickly into them.  Then she
drove to an all-night service station and was lucky enough to find the restroom
door unlocked in the rear of the building.

      The restroom was filthy, of course, but it had running water and soap in
the dispenser and paper towels.  She quickly stripped, splashed water all over
her, and the floor, and applied soap everywhere on her body.  She wet paper
towels and scrubbed until the soap and most of the cum had been removed.  She
dried, put her clothes back on, got in the car, and drove to a motel about 10
miles further down the road.  She rang the after-hours bell and waited.  A
sleepy eyed desk clerk staggered our of the back room, tucking his shirt in his
pants. He made a distorted attempt to smile and said, "May I hep ya?"  She
asked for a single room and signed the register.

      When he turned to get the key for her, she asked, "Wonder if you could
tell me about the town down the road named Reese?"  The man turned back to her,
handing her the key, and said, "What state is that in, ma'am?"  She said, "This
one. Alabama."  He said, "I ain't never heard of it.  Must be in the northern
part of the state."  She said, "No, it is about 50 miles due east of here."  He
looked at her quizzically and said, "Ma'am, I live d here all my life.  I know
this part of the state 'bout as well as anyone you'll find and there ain't no
town called Reese."

      She decided not to press it, she would check the map.  She drove around
to her room and reached for the map in the glove box.  On top of the map was a
messily scrawled note that said, "You come back to see us. Ya hear?"

      She could almost hear the mocking laughter as the note had been written.
She began to tremble, got the map and her luggage, entered her room, and firmly
locked the door.  She spread the map out, found the spot where she must have
taken the wrong turn, and followed the map along the road she had traveled.  No
Reese.  An expanse of land marked, "swampland" where the town should have been.