****** Retribution by Clark St. John ******
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Retribution


As he stared at the ceiling, Ray thought about what had brought him to this
point in his life. Oh, he knew the events and reasons, remembering every last
detail, but still didn't know the underlying cause. The reasons were the doing
of that girl, Suzie. She brought it all on herself.

Ray thought back to the night he first met her. She was walking along the unlit
side road late that night, it must have been at least midnight, and Ray almost
ran over her, having to swerve at the last minute to avoid hitting her. He
pulled to the side of the road as soon as he could slam on his brakes and
backed the car up to where the girl was standing, obviously quite shaken by the
near-accident. Ray lowered the passenger window and, leaning across the seat,
asked, "are you okay, lady?" As the girl approached the car, he added, "I
didn't see you until I was almost on top of you."

The girl leaned over to speak through the open window, "yes, I'm okay. It just
scared me and these high heels made me trip."

Ray could see down her top as she leaned into the car window and he couldn't
believe the size of her tits. The were humongous! He figured she had to be
wearing a 4D bra at least. "Must be silicone," her thought. His eyes went to
her face as he struggled for his next words. She had a pretty face, although it
looked a little chubby. He couldn't tell the color of her eyes in the dark,
moonless light, but her hair appeared to be a light brown, and she had it
pulled up on top of her head, rolled into a bun.

"It's a little late for a woman to be walking on these roads," Ray finally
managed to say. "Where are you heading?"

"Oh, I was going down to The Shack, is all. No car, so I had to walk." The girl
leaned her head further into the car, possibly to see who she was talking to a
little better.

Ray had heard of 'The Shack'. It was a small club just outside of the one-
traffic-light town they lived near. He had never been there, but had heard it
was a pretty rowdy place and was surprised the girl was going there by herself.
"Have you been to The Shack before?"

The girl nodded as she spoke, "yeh, I usually go there on weekends with
friends, but they couldn't pick me up tonight."

Ray thought "either she's very brave or stupid, walking these roads at night."
The club she was going to was still a good two miles away, and Ray was going
right by it on his way home from work, so he offered, "well, I'm going that
way. Can I give you a ride?"

The girl was already opening the car door as she thanked him, "hey, thanks.
It's a pretty long walk, and these shoes are killing me."

As she slid into the seat beside Ray, he noticed she was wearing a very short
skirt, which almost revealed her panties as she slid into the seat, and a low-
cut top that her breasts were doing their utmost to spill out of. "Dressed like
a hooker," Ray silently observed, then stuck out his hand, saying, "my name is
Ray. What's yours?"

The girl shook his hand with a limp handshake, "I'm Suzie. Short for Suzanne."
They briefly studied each other as they shook hands. Ray saw that she was a
little plump, but not really fat, weighing maybe 140 to 150 pounds, and he
judged that she must have been about five foot six in her heels as she stood by
the car. It was difficult to guess her age, but Ray figured she was somewhere
in her twenties, maybe twenty-five. Suzie studied Ray a little longer than he
had her as he pulled the car back on the road his attention on driving. She saw
that he was kind of average, certainly no hunk, with balding brown hair,
slender build, maybe six feet tall, appearing to be in his early thirties.

Trying to make conversation, Ray asked, "where did you walk from, Suzie? I
don't know of any houses along this road for miles."

Suzie lazily replied, "oh, I live in that trailer park off of Farm Road.. I
must have already walked two or three miles before you came along."

Ray knew where Farm Road intersected the highway they were on and realized she
was pretty close on her estimate. He didn't know of the trailer park, but never
had any reason to go down Farm Road. "Been living there long?"

"Naw, I just moved there after leaving my old man. Been there about a month is
all." Suzie put a cigarette to her lips and lit it with a lighter she fished
from her small handbag before continuing. "It's the only place I could find
that I could afford. Just wish it wasn't so far out."

Ray couldn't help but sneak looks at her legs as he drove. She had them
crossed, her skirt riding up to her hips, and he knew that if he could find
some pretense to lean forward, he would be able to see her panties. "They were
nice legs," he thought, "but a little pudgy like her face." Still, they looked
firm, smooth, and shapely. His eyes moved up to her breasts, wondering what it
would be like to squeeze them, and if they dropped to her waist with no bra. He
saw her studying her chest, and quickly darted his eyes back to the road.

Suzie laughed derisively, "what's wrong, Ray? You wondering if they're real?"
She laughed some more, then added, "well, they are. They're all mine. No
plastic in this body."

Ray was embarrassed that he had been caught, his words stumbling as he
apologized, "I-I'm sorry, Suzie. I-I-I didn't mean to stare."

Suzie patted his leg, "that's okay, Ray. I didn't mind. Guys are always looking
at my chest."

Her hand felt warm on his leg and Ray took her touch to be an invitation, so he
reached over and grabbed the nearest breast. Her rebuke was immediate, her hand
flying up to grab his and pull it from her breast. "What in the hell do you
think you're doing, you sleaze bag?"

Her words cut to the quick as he returned his hand to the steering wheel and
attempted an apology. "I'm, I'm s-sorry," he pleaded. "I d-don't know wh- what
came over me."

Suzie appeared to enjoy his discomfort, "well, see that you don't try it again.
Looking is one thing, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let some nerd touch
'em."

Her opinion of him put Ray into an immediate depression and he drove the rest
of the way in silence. He was relieved when he finally pulled into the club
parking area and rolled the car slowly across the crushed stone to the
entrance.

Acting as if nothing had happened, Suzie once again touched his leg and
cheerfully suggested, "wanta come in with me? I might let you dance with me and
take me home later."

She was so magnanimous in her offer, but Ray couldn't resist accepting. "Wh-
why, sure, I'd like that."

It was obvious that Suzie was immensely enjoying her control over the grown man
and she decided to use him for what it was worth. "Got any money? It costs four
dollars to get in. Then there's the drinks, you know."

Ray really had no idea that the girl was using him and was having fun at his
expense, only happy that she had included him in her plans. "Yes, yes, I have
some money. I'll take care of it." His life was so uneventful, so void of
successful relationships, that he would have given her his life savings if she
had requested. He pulled the car around to one of the many open parking spaces,
observing there were only four other cars in front of the rundown building. Ray
quickly got out of the car and went around to help Suzie get out, but she was
already putting her feet on the stone when he got there. She seemed to make a
point of insuring that he would get a good look at her crotch as got out of the
car, smiling up at him in a patronizing manner.

They walked through the bright green painted door and Ray handed the man
sitting on a stool just inside the door eight dollars. The heavy set man
informed him there would be a two-drink minimum as he stuffed the money in his
pocket. Ray looked around the place and saw the name was well-fitting. It was
indeed a shack, with a long bar on one wall, ten or twelve wooden tables with
straight back chairs in the center of the building, and two pool tables next to
the wall opposite the bar. Ray saw one couple sitting at a table, and old man
perched on a stool at the bar, and two guys playing pool at one of the pool
tables. That was the whole Friday night crowd at 'The Shack'. "Some place," he
thought, as he followed Suzie on her way to the bar.

One of the men playing pool looked up and saw Suzie and yelled, "hey, there's
Suze! Now this place will start hopping." Suzie waved at the loud-mouth, a big,
bearded redneck-type wearing suspenders to hold up his pants on his beer gut.
The big man laid down his pool stick and made his way across the room to Suzie
and grabbed her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet and hiking her short
skirt half way up her ass.

Suzie screamed good-naturedly, "Bear, put me down, for god's sake. You're
showing my ass."

The man she called Bear dropped his hands to her white-panty-clad ass and
bellowed for all to hear, "yeh, and its a mighty fine ass, too." Then he put
her back on her feet as he guffawed over his comment. Holding her with one hand
around her waist, he suggested, "get your drink and come on over and shoot some
with me and Weasel, sugar. We can liven this dead place up."

Suzie bent forward and kissed the big man as she agreed, "sure, Bear, I'll be
over in just a minute. Rack 'em up for me." As Bear turned back to the pool
table, Suzie turned to Ray, "get me a drink, Ray. Make it a screwdriver." Not a
request, but more like an order she expected to be obeyed. Then she added, as
an afterthought, "and you can sit at one of the tables while I play some pool
with Bear and Weasel."

Ray didn't like the way she spoke to him, but he did as she said, ordering her
a screwdriver and himself a beer from the old man behind the bar, busy doing
nothing but wiping glasses and the bar top.

Suzie took the drink and headed to the pool tables, swinging her ample ass as
she walked, knowing she was the best looking woman in the place and the object
of every man's attention. Fact of the matter was, the only other woman in the
place was at least in her fifties, so Suzie didn't have any competition. Ray
found a table not far from the pool tables and observed the two guys and Suzie
cut up as they played pool. The one named Weasel was aptly named, with a face
that looked just like a weasel. Sharp features with beady eyes, long unkempt
hair, and a beard that reached to the middle of his chest and didn't look like
it had been washed in a month.

It was obvious from the loud talking of the three that Weasel was winning every
game and, from what Ray could see, that was because Suzie and Bear were more
interested in playing with each other. More than once, Ray saw the big man run
his hand up Suzie's skirt as she bent over to make a shot. She seemed to be
enjoying the man's uncouth advances, sometimes grabbing his crotch in return..
After the three had played about four games, Ray saw Bear lean over and say
something to Suzie, to which she vigorously nodded. She put her pool stick in
the rack and, turning to the big man, informed him, "just a minute, Bear. I
gotta go pee." She picked up her small handbag and disappeared down a corridor
nestled next to the bar.

In a few minutes Suzie returned and Ray could see what appeared to be the
elastic of her panties sticking out the top of her purse. As she walked up to
Bear, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Ray saw that
the white cloth in her purse was her panties, as the bottom of her ass cheeks
were revealed for all to see. The two men and Suzie turned and headed toward
the door and Ray got up as they neared his table, looking at the girl
quizzically, "are you leaving, Suzie? How about our dance?"

Suzie looked aggravated that he would approach her, sneering, "shut up, Ray.
I'll be back. You just wait here."

The three pushed on past him and Ray heard the one called Weasel comment, "man,
what a woose! Where did you find him, Suze?"

Suzie laughed at Weasel's observation without answering his question as they
went out the door. Ray sat at the table nursing his beer, not really caring for
it, but he didn't want to feel out of place. He had finished the beer by the
time the threesome returned and started another one. He noticed the two men had
a bragging look on their faces as they possessively walked in with their arms
around the disheveled looking Suzie.

Ray stood as they approached his table, hopefully requesting, "can we have that
dance now, Suzie?"

The big man put a huge paw on Ray's chest and pushed him forcefully back in his
chair, almost knocking Ray and the chair over. "Shit head, she's with us," he
announced, "so you just sit there and wait."

Ray looked at Suzie with a question on his face, but she just laughed and
added, "yeh, Ray, you better do what Bear says."

The three returned to the pool tables and played some more, but were no longer
cutting up as before. After a couple of games, the two men put up their sticks
and gave Suzie a kiss with a pat on her ass, then shouting 'goodnight' to all,
left the club.

Suzie made her way to the table where Ray was sitting and, not even
acknowledging him, said, "I'm tired. Take me home."

Ray dared ask, "but, Suzie, you said we could dance. Can't we have one dance
before I take you home?"

She gave him that exasperated look again, "dammit, Ray, I don't want to dance!
So shut up and take me home."

Wordlessly and feeling somewhat like a eunuch, Ray rose from the table and
followed Suzie out the door. He started to open the car door for her, but his
courtesy was rejected by a curt "I can open my own doors, stupid."

His pride further damaged by the hateful sound of her voice, Ray went to the
driver's side and got in, started the car and pulled slowly out of the lot.
They rode without a word between them until turning on Farm Road, then Suzie
informed him, "the trailer park is just up ahead. Take the dirt road next to
those woods."

Ray turned on his bright headlights as he peered through the darkness looking
for the dirt road and the woods. He barely could make out the narrow road in
the beam of the headlights and eased his car onto the sandy drive. Suzie spoke
briefly, "it's the first trailer on the right. Turn off your damn lights or
you'll have everyone mad at me."

Ray did as she told him, pulling up in front of the first trailer on the right,
about two hundred feet from the paved road. It was an old trailer, and Ray
guessed it couldn't have been more than a two-bedroom, and maybe fifty feet
long. As he got out of the car, Ray looked around and could see the shadows of
perhaps ten other trailers, each one sitting a good fifty feet from each other.
He couldn't believe people would want to live out here, thinking that they
probably didn't even have phones and had to depend on wells for water. He went
around the car to the wooden steps leading up to the door in the side of the
trailer just as Suzie reached the landing and, fumbling with her keys, unlocked
the door. She opened it, reached around the door frame and hit a switch,
turning on a lamp in what must have been the living room. Ray couldn't see
much, but did see that the room was cluttered with boxes and scattered
newspapers.

Ray stepped beside Suzie, hoping she would invite him in, but that hope was
quickly doused. "Well, I'm going to bed, Ray. Maybe I'll see you sometime." Ray
didn't know what to say, so he shrugged and leaned forward as if to kiss her,
but was instantly rebuffed. "What in the hell are you doing, creep? I don't
intend to give you a kiss or anything else. Jesus, all you did was give me a
ride!"

Her words stunned Ray, and he couldn't understand why she talked to him the way
she did. And the names she called him. Why? He didn't think he was a creep, and
all he wanted was a goodnight kiss for giving her a ride and buying her drinks.
No big deal. But she was sure making a big deal out of it. Ray shrugged again
and, without speaking his mind, returned to his car, humbled and rejected. He
heard the trailer door slam as he got in the car, so he started it and drove
back up the dirt road to the highway, heading toward home, his thoughts on the
way the girl had treated him. Ray couldn't help but think there must be some-
thing wrong with him. He knew he wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly, either..
He certainly looked better than the two guys Suzie had left the club with
earlier. Ray wondered what they had that he didn't? Perhaps it was true that
'nice guys finish last'. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was too nice. But Ray knew
he couldn't help being nice. It was the way he was raised, and he just couldn't
bring himself to behave the way those guys at the club did with Suzie.

Ray went to sleep that night thinking of the girl and her treatment of him,
finally falling asleep when he had convinced himself that she would treat him
different once she got to know him. He vowed he would see her again and show
her how nice he was, give her a chance to get to know him.

It was late afternoon before Ray awoke, the sun streaming into his bedroom
windows. He hadn't meant to sleep so late as he had planned to drive to Suzie's
place and see if she wanted to do anything. He jumped up, quickly shaved and
showered, hoping that she would be at her trailer by the time he got there. It
was an hour before he got to her small trailer because he had taken extra pains
to groom himself and dress nicely, hoping she would be impressed when she saw
him in the daylight.

Ray walked up the rickety steps leading to the door and heard music wafting
through the open trailer windows. He meekly knocked and, not getting a
response, knocked again, slightly harder. Still no response, so Ray started to
descend the steps when the door was jerked open behind him. As he turned to say
hello, Suzie rudely blurted, "what the hell do you want?"

Ray was disappointed that she would greet him in that manner, but, swallowing
his pride, replied, "hi, Suzie. I just thought I'd drop by and see if you
wanted to go somewhere."

She had that aggravated look on her face as she retorted, "listen," then
abruptly stopped, appearing to be thinking. The look on her face changed from
aggravation to condescending as she continued, "well, I have to go buy some
groceries. You can take me to the store."

Ray was delighted that she was going to include him in her plans, even if it
was just a trip to the store. Maybe she would start to like him if they spent
some time together. "Sure, Suzie, I'll be glad to take you," he eagerly
responded.

Suzie nodded, "wait here. I'll be ready in a minute or two." She stepped back
inside the trailer and closed the door behind her. Ray heard her turn the lock
on the knob after it closed, then heard her foot steps echoing through the door
as she apparently went to the other end of the trailer.

It was a good ten minutes before she reappeared, wearing cutoff shorts and a
low-scooping blouse similar to the one she had worn the night before, her
clothing very revealing of her ample figure. As she brushed by Ray on the small
landing, he got a whiff of her perfume, cheap, but still exciting. He couldn't
help but look at her ass straining against the cutoff denim shorts as she went
down the steps and he followed a few steps behind. She did have a hot figure,
he thought. Dresses like a slut, but Ray found her attractive.

Suzie opened the door on the passenger side of the car and got in, looking
impatiently at Ray as he made his way around to the driver's side and got in..
As he started the car, Ray asked, "which store do you want to go to, Suzie?"

"It doesn't matter," she answered curtly. "Just as long as they have plenty of
groceries."

As Ray drove, he attempted to make conversation with Suzie, but each time was
given short, disinterested answers, her attitude making it clear that she
wasn't interested in small talk. After several attempts, Ray gave up and drove
the rest of the distance to the store in silence. It was only a fifteen minute
drive, but seemed like an hour to Ray, and he was glad when they finally pulled
into the parking lot.

When they entered the store, Ray pulled a shopping cart from a long line and
dutifully followed Suzie down one aisle and up another as she pulled items from
the shelves without even checking the prices. He was thinking she must have
plenty of money, the way she was shopping, but dared not say anything. What he
thought was going to be a quick shopping trip turned out to be at least forty-
five minutes and they hadn't even gone through the checkout yet. Finally, the
cart full to over-flowing, they made their way to the checkout. After
everything in the buggy had been rung up, the cashier announced in a friendly
voice that the total was one-hundred-twenty-something.

That's when Suzie sprung it on him, "you'll have to pay it, Ray. I don't have
any money." She walked on through the opening between the two checkout lanes
and waited by the line of shopping carts near the exit.

Ray looked at her dumbfounded, taken completely by surprise with her
announcement. It was embarrassing for him and he didn't know what to do, as the
friendly cashier's face took on an impatient look, glancing first at Ray and
then at the girl standing by the exit. Recovering from his shock, Ray fished
out his wallet and counted what money he had. Forty dollars. That was all he
had brought with him. His face flushed as he looked at the cashier
apologetically, then turned to look at Suzie as if asking what he should do.
She wouldn't even look his way, so Ray turned to inform the cashier he didn't
have that much money when, suddenly, remembered his 'mad money' he kept hidden
in his billfold. He fished the folded-up hundred dollar bill out of its hiding
place and added the two twenties to it, handing it to the cashier who was by
now looking pretty annoyed. She gave him his change and long receipt with a
mumbled 'thank you' and turned to the next customer in line.

Ray pushed the cart to the door and saw that Suzie was already half way across
the parking lot. He hurried to catch up with her, wanting to ask her why she
hadn't told him she didn't have any money before she got all those groceries,
but she had made it to the car and got in before he could. Ray stopped the cart
at the back of the car and opened the trunk, then filled it with all the
groceries, having to put two bags in the back seat. He was annoyed that Suzie
didn't even offer to help as well as the stunt she pulled in the store, so as
soon as he got behind the wheel, he asked the gum-popping girl, "why didn't you
tell me you didn't have any money, Suzie?"

She looked at him with a sneer, "well, it was your idea to come to my place and
ask me if I wanted to go anywhere." She punctuated her excuse with a loud pop
of the gum as she turned her head to look out the window, showing her contempt
for the bewildered Ray.

Ray's annoyance made him reply, somewhat belligerently, "true, and I don't mind
spending money on you, but you could have TOLD me. I mean, that was
embarrassing in there. If I hadn't remembered that hundred dollar bill, we
would have had to put some stuff back."

Suzie gave him that look again, "oh, Ray, stop your whining. You had the money,
didn't you?"

Ray saw that his words were having no impact on her, so he drove her home
without saying another word. Only when they had pulled up in front of her
trailer did he speak, "you want me to help you with these groceries, Suzie?"

Suzie's attitude hadn't changed any during the drive as she answered, "well,
what do you think? I sure can't carry them in by myself." She got out of the
car and walked up the steps to her door, opened it and disappeared inside.

Ray grabbed the two bags out of the back seat and walked up the steps, then
stepped through the open door. He looked for Suzie to ask where to put the
bags, but she was no where in sight. He then looked for a place to set the two
bags, but didn't see any place that wasn't covered by either clothing or trash,
so he put the bags on the table on top of some clothing, and returned to the
car to get some more bags. After four more trips to the car, he finally had all
the groceries inside the trailer. Suzie had reappeared after the second trip to
the car and began to put the groceries away, so Ray turned to the task of
helping her, handing her the items from the bags as she decided where to put
them.

When they were finished, Suzie's refrigerator and shelves were well-stocked
with food. Ray made an observation, "that should last you awhile, Suzie." She
shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, heading to the back of the trailer. Ray
didn't know what to do, so he stood there awkwardly waiting for her return. She
returned in a couple of minutes, and Ray was pleasantly surprised to see she
had shed her blouse and shorts, now clothed in just white panties and a bra
that couldn't contain her mammoth breasts.

He must have been standing there with his mouth open, because Suzie emitted a
loud laugh before asking, "what are you staring at? It's hot in here and I
wanted to cool off." As she spoke, Suzie slid the straps of her bra off her
shoulders and arms, then pushed the bra to her waist as she worked it around so
the hooks were in the front. She undid the three hooks and threw the bra on the
cluttered table. Her actions were nonchalant, as though Ray wasn't even
standing there, eyes transfixed at the huge globes of flesh.

Ray couldn't believe the sight she had revealed. Her breasts hadn't sagged
hardly any at all as she undid the bra, but had merely swung outward to point
sideways. They looked like two small cantaloupes, white and heavily veined,
with evidence of a mass of stretch marks on the outside. He couldn't remember
ever seeing such nice tits, and the sight made him feel a stirring in his
loins.

Ray was brought back to the present by Suzie's derisive laugh, "you like to
look at my tits, Ray?" As she asked the provocative question, she put her hands
under her breasts and lifted them as though she was offering the globes to the
awe-struck man.

Ray couldn't stand it any longer and took the two short strides across the
kitchen to Suzie, reaching to take her in his arms, his lips prepared for a
kiss he was sure she wanted. Just as his hands touched her waist, he saw the
blur of her hand and arm swinging toward his face, but he didn't have the time
to react. Ray felt the sudden blow to the side of his head and quickly stepped
back, raising his arms to ward off any further blows. His cheek stung and his
ear was ringing as he heard Suzie shout, "you bastard! I didn't say you could
touch me."

He saw her advance a step toward him, her hand once again raised to swing, and
Ray took another step back, trying to explain, "I thought you wanted me to,
Suzie."

He blocked her next swing with his arm just in time, as she shouted, "you
asshole! You'll be the last man to touch me! Get out of my house." She
continued to step toward him, raising both her arms threateningly as she
repeated, "get out, get out, you mother-fucker!"

Ray made a hasty exit from her trailer, not from fear of her, as he knew he
could easily have defended himself, but because he didn't want to hurt her. He
stood in the sandy yard and looked at the raving girl standing on the landing,
her breasts bare and quivering with her anger, uncaring if there were any
neighbors watching. Ray shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom her
sudden rage. It wasn't like he had tried to rape her or anything. Suzie went
inside, the door slamming behind her, as Ray got in his car.

He pulled away from her trailer, heading to the end of the dirt drive to turn
around and, just as he had reached the third trailer, a man stepped out and
waved him to stop. Ray saw he was about his age, maybe a couple inches shorter
and a little heavier. The man leaned in the passenger window as Ray came to a
stop. "That bitch gave you the treatment, huh?"

Ray's features gave him away as he asked, "what do you mean?"

The man jerked his thumb in the direction of Suzie's trailer, "I heard it all,
man. Sounded like the same thing she said to me."

He had Ray's curiosity. "What, you made a try for her, too?"

"Hmmph! Didn't even get a chance to," the man explained. "Took her out to
dinner, bought her some clothes, and then she cusses me out." He studied Ray's
face, then queried, "she did the same thing to you, didn't she?"

Ray had to admit he had been used, "yeh, she took me for over a hundred
dollars. I didn't mind the money, but she treated me like shit."

The man nodded his understanding, offering advice, "well, you're better off
without her, man. You oughta just stay away from her. That's what I'm doing.
She'll get hers some day, you just wait and see."

Ray nodded in return, "yeh, I don't plan on coming anywhere near her again.
I've learned my lesson." The man patted his car door as he straightened up and
Ray continued his way out of the trailer park.

All the way to his house Ray thought of how he had been used. From what the man
in the trailer park had said, he wasn't the first one, either. His face still
stung from where she had hit him, and he was sure he would have a shiner. But
his pride stung even more, and the anger in him began to build, becoming
stronger with each remembrance of her cutting words. He began to express his
anger out loud as he drove, "bitch, goddamn bitch, the fucking whore. I'm not
good enough for the fucking slut, huh? She needs to be taught a lesson. She
needs to be gang-raped, that's what she needs. The bitch." Ray continued his
tirade against Suzie, becoming more excited with each outburst, even beating on
the steering wheel with his fists, his eyes watering with his building rage,
his shame, his rejection.

When he got to his house, Ray's anger was at a fever-pitch. He mixed himself a
drink and sat in the darkening shadows brooding. Around midnight, his anger
subsided, replaced by a cold resolve, and Ray began to plan, methodically,
thoroughly, as he did everything in life, but this time in greater detail. This
had to be the perfect plan. The stakes were too great for him to take any
chances. After an hour of thinking it through, Ray got up and went out to his
garage, found a little-used toolbox and began to fill it with items he knew he
would need to carry out his plan. When he had everything gathered up, Ray went
through his mental list, "let's see; ropes, duck tape, knife, propane torch,
lighter, screw drivers, vice grips, needle nose pliers, and oh, yes, the huge
channel lock pliers." Ray thought over the list again and remembered two other
items. "Ah, yes, the small baseball bat, and a stogie." He found the baseball
bat, something he had since he was a kid, but it was perfect for what he wanted
it for. It was only twenty-four inches long and about two inches in diameter
with the normal disk-like end where the bat was held. Ray went inside and
searched for the last item he needed, finally finding them in the bottom of an
old cupboard. He pulled out the box and selected two of the eight-inch cigars,
placing them under his nose to test. Hmmm, stale, he thought, but they would
do.

It was after two in the morning by the time Ray was satisfied he had every-
thing and he had to car loaded. He headed to the trailer park where Suzie
lived, planning where he could park his car, remembering details of the
surrounding area and seeing no risk in his plan due to the remoteness of the
park. When he got to the dirt drive entering the trailer park, Ray turned off
the headlights and let the car crawl along the drive, then stopped when he was
about a hundred feet off the paved road. He reached up and removed the cover
over the dome light and then removed the bulb, placing it in the glove box.
Quietly, Ray opened the door and got out. He picked up a large screwdriver and
roll of tape from the seat and pushed the door to without letting it latch.

Stealthily, Ray made his way to the first trailer, staying close to the woods
and brush bordering the drive, thankful for the moonless night. When he got to
the trailer, Ray stood in the trees for a moment and studied the darkened
residence. Seeing no sign of a light, he walked around the trailer, listening
for any sound from within. Satisfied that Suzie was either asleep or gone, Ray
carefully made his way up the steps, making sure he stepped on the treads
closest to the building where they would be less likely to squeak from his
weight. When he reached the landing, Ray put his head to the door and listened,
hearing nothing but his rapid, adrenalin-pumping heart and his short gasps of
breath. He was both nervous and excited now that he had begun to put his plan
into action, his whole being seemed to be more alive than he could recall.
Every sense was heightened, bringing forth the primordial man lurking inside.
Ray took the big screwdriver and stuck it in the opening between the door and
door jamb, forcing it in next to the locking bar. Slowly, Ray applied force to
the handle of the screwdriver, bending the metal of the door and the jamb,
spreading the opening. The metal protested, making a short creaking sound, and
Ray froze, resting on tip toe, ready to flee at any sound from within the
trailer. Not hearing anything, he returned to his task of forcing the door
open. It only took another push before Ray felt the door catch slip out of the
hole in the jamb..

Again, Ray listened at the now-open door for any sound. It was still quiet, so
he pushed the door open far enough to enter the dark room, then pulled the door
almost closed, not wanting it to latch. He stood at the door, picturing in his
mind where each piece of furniture was, where he could remember boxes on the
floor, anything he might trip over. Not sure, Ray put the screwdriver in his
back pocket and the roll of tape inside his shirt, then dropped to his hands
and knees, crawling while feeling ahead with one hand in the direction of the
back of the trailer.

Ray managed to crawl across the living room floor to the narrow hallway running
down one side of the trailer without knocking anything over or making a noise.
He moved slowly down the hall, pausing at the first door he came to. It was
open and he could make out a small bed pushed against the opposite wall with
several boxes piled on it. He backed out of the doorway and continued down the
hall, coming to another open door. Ray immediately saw it was the bathroom and
went the remaining few feet of the hall, which ended in a doorway. As he
studied the room on his hands and knees, he could hear the whirring sound of a
small fan and the deep breathing of someone in sleep. Ray could make out the
white sheets covering the bed and the lumpy form of a body. He held his breath
as he advanced to the side of the bed, then slowly exhaled, not wanting his
breathing to be detected, as he raised up to see the figure on the bed. There
was Suzie, lying on her back, wearing just panties and bra, one leg bent and
leaning to the side, the other leg straight. She had one arm folded back and
resting on the pillow beside her head and the other across her belly.

"Perfect", Ray thought, "he wouldn't have to turn her over." He fished the tape
out of his shirt and carefully, so slowly, peeled off two strips about six
inches in length. He stuck the two strips on his forearm, then slowly rose to a
crouching position, leaning slightly over the bed, listening for any change in
the sleeping girl's breathing that would indicate awakening. Her breathing
continued unchanged, her mouth partially open and slack, her nostrils flaring
with each breath. Ray laid the roll of tape on the side of the bed and peeled
one of the strips off his arm, wincing as the sticky tape pulled the hair.
Taking a deep breath, Ray quickly slapped the piece of tape over Suzie's mouth,
pressing down firmly for maximum adhesion.

Suzie awoke with a start, a muffled scream bursting against the tape gag, her
hands immediately flying to her face and grabbing at the strip of tape. Ray
grabbed one arm, twisting it to her side as he flipped her on her stomach, then
forcing it behind her back and pinned it with one knee. He quickly snatched up
the roll of tape and yanked out several inches, having to put his other knee on
the bucking girl's neck to hold her still as he wrapped the tape around the arm
at the wrist. She continued to scream against the tape covering her mouth as
Ray shifted on the bed to pull her other arm out from under her and behind her
back. In a matter of seconds, he had wrapped the tape around each wrist, using
all of his weight on her back to hold Suzie as she squirmed and resisted his
hog-tying.

Certain she was secure, Ray flipped her over on her back. Suzie's eyes went
wide with recognition and her silenced screams increased, the tape across her
mouth wrinkling and puckering with her efforts to open her mouth. As Ray moved
to rise off the bed, Suzie kicked out with one leg, her foot striking Ray
squarely in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and sending him
backward to the floor. He hit the floor with a thud and, as he fell back, his
head struck the wall at the foot of the bed. Dazed, Ray fought to catch his
breath and get to his feet. Just as he regained his feet, Suzie managed to
stand by the bed, a leg drawn back ready to kick at her foe again. Before she
could land her kick, Ray hit her with his closed fist on her cheek and ear,
sending her flying back onto the bed. In a flash, Ray was squatted over her and
swung his other fist at her face, smashing into her other cheek. His punches
momentarily took the fight out of her and to make sure she understood what she
would receive for any further resistance, Ray grabbed her by the hair with one
hand and slapped her across the face as hard as he could swing, once, twice,
three times. When he released her, Suzie's head fell to the bed, and he could
detect her sobbing behind the taped mouth. He reached for the other strip of
tape he had placed on his arm, but couldn't find it. Figuring it had been torn
off in the struggle with the girl, he searched for and found the roll of tape
and tore off another six inch strip. He placed it over the sobbing girl's eyes,
pressing down on her eye sockets firmly, partly to make it stick firmly, and
part sadistically.

Satisfied he could now control the bitch, Ray grabbed her hair again and pulled
her to a sitting position on the bed. Then he pulled her hair straight up as he
commanded, "get on your feet, bitch. You and I are going for a little trip."
Pulling on her hair and one arm, Ray got her to her feet and pushed her toward
the door of the bedroom. Suzie still had some fight in her and braced her feet
on the floor, fighting Ray's forward push. He slammed her head into the door
jamb and warned, "keep it up, whore, and I'll cut your throat."

His words made Suzie freeze, then the fight in her evaporated, leaving her
almost limp as she whimpered. Ray guided her on down the hall and across the
living room, kicking boxes and trash out of the way as they crab-walked in the
darkness. When they reached the door, Ray slowly swung it open and peered out.
He looked at the shadowy outlines of the other trailers in the park and was
relieved to see they were all still dark. He listened for a moment and then,
his hand wrapped securely in Suzie's hair, forced her down the four steps to
the ground. He pulled her around the front of the trailer, constantly looking
over his back for any sign of activity, then guided her down the dirt drive to
where he had left his car. He pushed her around to the back of the car and
fished the keys out of his pocket. Ray opened the trunk and turned Suzie to
where her back was pressed against the back of the car. With one push, he
knocked her off her feet and sent her backwards into the large trunk, her head
striking the raised lid as she fell. Ray reached to lift her legs inside the
trunk and Suzie's fight quickly returned as she kicked out at him. This time
she missed, however, merely pissing Ray off. He reached up for the trunk lid
and brought it slamming down across the girl's shins. The sudden pain caused
Suzie to jack knife upward as she screamed and then writhed and flailed her
legs. Ray laughed cruelly, "that'll teach you, slut," then pushed her legs
inside the trunk and closed the lid.

Ray got in the car and did a u-turn, not turning on the headlights until he had
pulled onto the paved road. He headed down Farm Road, aware that there were no
houses or businesses for miles past the trailer park. All the surrounding land
was pulpwood forests owned by Georgia Pacific, fenced with barbed wire except
for where the occasional dirt logging road cut through the trees. He knew there
was small chance that anyone would travel any of the logging roads until
hunting season, then few would trespass on the property. Ray drove with the
bright lights illuminating the highway ahead as he searched for one of the
logging roads. He had gone about two miles when he spotted one of the dirt
roads, the entrance almost obscured by undergrowth. Checking his rear view
mirror for other headlights and seeing none, Ray slowly guided the car off of
the pavement and onto the rutted road, hearing the brush scrape his car as he
forced his way through the growth. He drove at least a half-mile before he came
onto a small clearing, apparently a turn-around for the logging trucks. Pulling
to one side of the clearing next to a large tree, Ray turned off the lights and
the motor. He sat there for a minute, listening to the sound of crickets and
other night life, then heard a muffled thumping against the lid of the trunk..

"Bitch wants out," he thought as he got out of the car and headed to the back.
"She'll wish I had left her in there when I'm finished." He unlocked the trunk
and stared down at his captive, arms secured behind her, her legs drawn up in a
fetal position. "Pay back time, whore," he spoke to her as he reached in the
trunk and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head around to the back of the
car. He could hear her squeal as he pulled her dead weight, giving him even
more enjoyment. Placing his hands under her arms, Ray dragged her out of the
trunk, letting the metal latch scrape her back from shoulders to ass as he
pulled, her bra strap catching in the latch and coming unfastened. When he had
her body almost out of the trunk, Ray just let her drop. She landed on her back
in the dirt, her legs resting on the car's bumper. He kicked her on the hip as
he ordered, "on your feet, cunt." She moaned from his kick and rolled onto one
side, letting her legs fall from the bumper. When she didn't do as he had
ordered, Ray gave her another kick, this one landing square on her ass. "I said
on your feet, you bitch."

His second kick brought results as Suzie struggled to her feet, fighting to
keep her balance with her arms fastened behind her. Ray stepped in front of her
and, without warning, grabbed one end of the tape across her eyes and snatched
it off, plucking most of her eyebrows with the tape. She screamed again,
bending over slightly. Ray then pulled her head up by her hair and repeated the
move with the tape on her mouth, hoping it pulled some skin with it.

She didn't scream when he pulled the tape off of her mouth, but began to cuss
him. "You bastard. You sonofabitch," she spouted. "You'll rot in jail for
this."

Ray stepped forward and punched her in the stomach and, using the same words
she had said to him the night before, warned, "shut up, Suzie. Shut up.. We'll
see who rots in jail." Suzie was bending over retching from his blow to her
stomach, her tits falling out of her loosened bra, hanging down like her head.
Pulling a pocket knife from his pocket and opening it, Ray stepped behind her
and cut the remaining straps of her bra, then jerked it off of her. Suzie
straightened and turned from him as if to deprive him of the sight of her naked
breasts. He wasn't interested in her tits at the moment as he stepped behind
her and tore her panties off, having to grip her by the arm as he ripped the
cotton. He spun her around and stared at her now-naked body, seeing that she
had shaved most of her pussy hair. What she had was dark and stood out against
her white, pudgy belly. He mimicked her derisive laugh, "you're shit, bitch.
Think you're hot stuff, but you sure don't look it now."

Ray went to the car and got his tool box out of the back seat and set it on the
hood. He got a heavy rope and two clothesline-sized ropes out of the box.
Walking to the big tree in the clearing, Ray dropped the two smaller ropes and,
looping the heavy rope in one hand tossed it up in the air, aiming for a large
limb about ten feet off the ground. His first toss struck some branches and
didn't go over the limb as he intended, so he repeated the effort, succeeding
on the second try. He wrapped one end of the rope around the tree and left the
other hanging just above the ground.

Ray picked up the two smaller ropes and walked back to Suzie, her eyes
following his every movement, questioning what he was planning. "Wh-what are
you going to do?" she asked, fear causing her voice to quake.

"I'm going to have some fun," Ray replied as he stepped up to her while his
hands formed a slip-knot loop in one of the lines. He roughly pushed Suzie
against the car and bent her forward. Holding her in that position with one
hand, Ray slipped the noose around one dangling tit with the other, working it
with his fingers until it closed tightly around the top of the globe, squeezing
the skin tight and causing the breast to look like a gourd. He straightened her
back up and gave a final yank to the line, causing it to bite into her tit. Ray
dropped the end of the line to the ground and repeated the procedure with the
other line, ignoring the whimpers of the naked girl as he cinched each line
tight. Ray then tied the two loose ends of the lines into one double loop,
pulling them tight to make sure they didn't slip.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Ray pulled Suzie like a man leading a horse by a
halter, the lines pulling her tits straight out as Ray walked to where he had
thrown the large rope over the tree limb. She must have thought he was going to
hang her and began to beg, sinking to her knees in tears. "Oh, please, Ray,
please don't. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me. Please."
Ray ignored her pleas, running the end of the big rope through the loop he had
made in the clothes lines and tying it in a square knot. He then untied the end
from the tree and carried it to his car. Stooping under the front bumper, Ray
attached the rope to the bumper brace, knotting it twice for security. He heard
Suzie cry out again, "p-l-e-e-a-s-e, Ray, please don't." Not even giving her a
look, he got in the car and started the motor, then put the car in reverse and
began to slowly back up, the headlights illuminating Suzie as she quickly rose
to her feet as she felt the clothes line tighten.

Ray watched as the rope pulled taut, lifting Suzie by her tits until just her
toes were touching the ground. He put the transmission in park and set the
emergency break, got out of the car and reached in the back seat, pulling out a
cane fishing pole. Ray walked to where Suzie was hanging, doing her utmost to
relieve the tension on her breasts by pointing her toes and pressing against
the ground while she moaned from the tearing pain in her tits. He could see the
white globes were turning a little blue, the veins beginning to stick out like
small ropes. Ray reached out and grabbed one distended nipple, savagely
twisting it, chuckling at her instant reaction to the pain. He thought how much
the scene reminded him of the movie 'A Man Called Horse', where a man was hung
with leather thongs piercing his lateral muscles. Suzie' body was tilted
slightly backward as the ropes held her by her breasts.

Swinging the cane pole in a fast whipping motion, hearing it whistle against
the air, Ray grabbed her by her hair, forcing her eyes to meet his, and
nonchalantly informed the helpless girl, "now, bitch, it's time you learn not
to fuck with men." He stepped back a couple of paces, swung his arm with the
cane behind him, then brought it forward with all the force he could muster.
The first blow of the flexible wood struck her across her lower belly and
brought a blood-curdling scream from her mouth, her feet leaving the ground in
reflex to the blow and the sharp pain, putting all her weight on the ligatures
binding her tits. Even as she screamed, Suzie fought to put her toes back on
the ground, only to instinctively jerk them back up as the second blow of the
cane hit her thighs. Ray saw the red welt across her white belly from the first
blow and smiled, satisfied at his handiwork. He aimed the next swing at her
breasts and hit the bulbous flesh straight across her nipples, the force of the
blow sinking into the bluish skin. Her continued screams only served to further
excite Ray and he swung again and again, leaving welts across the entire front
of her nude body, blood beginning to seep from some of the wounds. Ray worked
his way around her now-swinging body, covering her skin with stripes of pain.
Standing to one side of the crying, whimpering, girl, he concentrated on her
moon-white ass, whipping it mercilessly, laughing with each blow to the plump
behind. When he finally moved to her swinging legs, her ass was one solid mass
of red, the cane marks running in criss-crossed stripes across the bleeding
flesh. Ray whipped her for at least fifteen minutes, only stopping when his arm
began to ache. By then Suzie's screams had ceased, replaced by a deep moaning,
her body hanging limply from the ropes, her head thrown back, her eyes staring
at the sky, glazed over with pain.

Ray walked around her and studied the results of the whipping, running his
finger across some of the bleeding welts, admiring the effect of the cane on
her tender skin. He noticed that the ropes around her breasts was now buried in
the flesh of her tits, the skin underneath the once pretty globes tearing from
supporting the weight of her body, blood oozing from the stretched, torn skin.
He went to the car and removed all of his clothing except for his shoes and
socks, then got in the car and moved it slowly forward until Suzie's ragdoll-
like figure collapsed on the ground, then untied the rope from the bumper and
walked to the prone girl. He removed the looped ropes from her abused breasts
and, taking her by the hair, pulled her up into a sitting position. "Get up,
slut," he ordered as he pulled up on her hair.

Whimpering, Suzie pleaded, "please, Ray, please stop. Don't hurt me any more,
pleeease." Ray continued to pull her hair and Suzie fought to get her feet
under her, awkwardly getting to her feet. "I'll do anything you want, Ray, but
don't hurt me any more." Tears streaked down her puffy face, dripping onto her
chest to mix with the thin streams of blood leaking from her wounds.

"Yeh, you're going to do anything I want, you fucking whore," Ray sneered as he
pulled her toward the car by the hair. Turning her with her back to the grill
of the car, he ordered, "get up on the hood, bitch." He lifted her with his
hands under her arms as she tried to comply by stepping backward on the bumper.
When her ass was resting on the hood, Ray pushed her torso back on the cold
metal, her legs hanging over the front of the car. He turned and went to the
tree and retrieved the two small ropes, then returned to the car. Ray picked up
one leg and slipped the loop of a rope over her ankle, then wrapped the loose
end around the curved end of the bumper, pulling the leg to where it hung over
the front of the fender, causing her body to slide to the edge of the hood. Ray
then repeated the move with Suzie's free leg, having to pull the rope tight to
spread her legs, causing her to cry out as he jerked the rope tight, almost
pulling her legs out of their hip sockets, each leg hanging over the front of
the fenders, her body back in the center of the hood. He stepped back to view
the spread-eagle girl, his dick beginning to rise at the sight of her pussy
spread so wide, her legs held painfully apart like a giant wishbone, her
breasts forced up by the arms behind her back.

Ray began to massage his awakening prick, feeling it grow from its soft five
inches to the aroused nine inches of thick meat. Ray may have been average
looking but his dick was certainly not, as a few, very few, girls had learned.
He stepped up on the bumper, then straddled the helpless Suzie, moving up her
body on his knees until his ass rested on her bloody tits. "Okay, bitch, you
wouldn't give me a kiss, so now you can kiss my dick. And if you bite it, I
swear, I'll cut your damn throat." Ray placed the swollen head against her
lips, rubbing the precum dripping from its eye on them. "Lick it, cunt. You
better give me the best sucking you've ever given, if you know what's good for
you."

Suzie quickly stuck her tongue out and began to lick at the purple head,
fervently hoping that if she did as he ordered, his abuse of her would end. As
she licked, Ray began to feed her his monstrous dick, lifting her head with a
hand grasping each ear as he pushed forward, filling her mouth with his rock
hard cock. When he had just a little more than half of it in her mouth, Ray
could feel the back of her throat, so he raised up, releasing his grip on her
ears, and lunged downward his entire nine inches, quickly shoving it into her
throat until his tightened balls slapped against her stretched lips. Suzie
immediately began to gag and fight for air, but Ray held her head still as he
made short strokes into her throat, the convulsing muscles squeezing the head
of his dick, enhancing the sensation he was feeling. She began to vomit, the
hot, acid contents of her stomach splashing against the head of his cock, the
heat stirring the cum deep inside of him, then spurting down her gullet to mix
with the contents of her stomach. Ray held his dick buried in her convulsing
throat until he felt the last spurt leave him, then quickly withdrew from her
violated throat, letting his dick collapse on her face as he sat back on her
bloody tits. Suzie's chest heaved as it worked to suck air into her starved
lungs, her breasts pushing up against Ray with each gulp of air.

Ray climbed off of her and stepped to the ground, his dick returning to its
relaxed state, but his passion unabated. Not his passion for sex, but the new
passion he felt to inflict pain, cause suffering, to punish the girl before him
for all the times he had been rejected or laughed at by other women. She would
have to pay the price for all that he had suffered, and he found he was
enjoying it beyond belief, the adrenalin pumping in his veins, driving him to
greater heights, controlling his every emotion.

Ray went to his toolbox and got out one of the stogie cigars and a lighter. He
then lit the broad tip of the stale cigar and walked around in front of the
car, staring at the stretched-out body of Suzie, considering his next step in
her ongoing punishment. Ray puffed on the cigar several times in rapid
succession, bringing the tip to a bright, glowing red, then knocking off the
ashes with a flick of a finger. He walked to one side of the car near Suzie's
head, grinning as she turned to look at him, fearful of what her torturer was
going to do next. Ray raised the cigar where she could see it and, instantly,
she sensed his intent, her eyes bulging with fright. "No, Ray, no, please,
please don't. I did as you said. Please don't burn me, pleeease, Ray."

Ignoring her pleading, Ray brought the cigar closer to her body, holding it
above her fear-heaving chest, delighting in the widening of her eyes as she
attempted to move her upper body away from the hovering coals. She managed to
squirm so that her chest and hips twisted away from Ray, sliding toward the
other side of the car. It was a useless try, as Ray grabbed her hair and pulled
her back to him. He gave another long puff to the cigar and the coals flared
hotter, then, without warning, he pressed the hot tip to the nipple of the
breast closest to him. He had never heard such a scream as Suzie's mouth flew
open and her chest heaved upward, pushing the cigar fire even further into her
tit.

Ray pulled the cigar back as Suzie's screams of anguish continued, praying to a
God that she didn't know, "oh, god, god, eeeeiiiiiiii, oh god, help me."

Ray laughed sadistically, "there's no one that can help you now, bitch." He
jammed the hot tip on her other nipple, smelling the sickening odor of burning
flesh, delighting in her screams. Her shrieking only added to his desire to
inflict pain on the helpless, jerking body, and he began to systematically dot
her body with flesh-scarring burns, only pausing to bring the hot coals to
greater intensity by puffing and blowing on the long cigar. Suzie screamed with
each contact of the orange-red tip, whimpering between the stabs Ray was making
with the stogie. Tired of burning her upper body, Ray looked at her pretty face
and decided it was next. He stuck the tip to one cheek, bringing a new frenzy
of screaming from her wide-open mouth. Seeing a better place to burn her, Ray
jabbed the cigar at the tip of her tongue that was vibrating from her ear-
piercing screams, laughing madly as her tongue withdrew into her mouth and she
instinctively closed her lips protectively, only to jerk them apart as they met
the glowing tip, burning her lips severely.

"Hee, hee," Ray giggled insanely, caught up in his torturing of Suzie and her
deep suffering, feeling the rush of adrenalin in his veins. He began to dot the
smooth skin of her face with burns, wrinkling his nose at the smell of her
incinerating flesh, but delighting in her struggles to escape his scarring of
her face, her head pulling against the grip he had of her hair to no avail as
he pressed the cigar to her face time and time again, leaving it a mass of
burns, appearing like large chicken pox sores. Ray considered briefly of
burning her closed eyelids, but decided against it, wanting her to see all that
he planned to do to her as well as feel the pain he would inflict.

Ray soon tired of his burning tortures and stuck the lit end of the cigar in
the soft sand by the car. He went again to his toolbox and hunted for the next
tool he wanted to use. He chose a pair of needle-nose vise grip pliers and,
adjusting them as he walked, went to the front of the car and examined the wide
open crotch before him. Suzie's screams had died to heaving sobs, her head
tossing back and forth as though to escape the pain of the severe burns
covering her face and chest. Ray laid the pliers on the hood between her legs
and, using both hands, spread the lips of her pussy, folding the skin back to
reveal the inner lips. He searched at the top of her cunt and found the hooded
pleasure organ, her clit. Using his thumb and forefinger, he massaged it,
bringing it out of its shroud. While he held it with his fingers, gripping the
small appendage tightly to keep it extended, Ray reached for the pliers and
placed the narrow tip around her clit, then squeezed the handle shut, the tip
locking on the joy button with tremendous force, flattening it to a thin strip
of flesh.

Suzie's reaction proved she could still feel pain as her hips bucked up and her
mouth opened in yet another scream. Ray let the pliers rest on the metal
between her legs, fastened securely on her skin and returned to his toolbox. He
picked up a large fishing hook from a compartment in the tray and returned to
Suzie's writhing hips. Picking up the handle of the pliers, Ray pulled the
narrow piece of meat outward, then, with difficulty brought on by the squirming
of her hips, he jabbed the fish hook through the base of her clit, the sharp
hook piercing part of the clit-enclosing lips. Surprisingly, Suzie only
whimpered at the sharp pain, the pliers deadening most of the feeling in the
pierced organ. Shaking his head in disappointment, Ray returned once again to
his toolbox and came back with a pair of side cutter pliers. He pulled her clit
outward again and, in one swift snip, amputated the nerve-filled organ just
above where the hook was embedded. "Hee, hee," he giggled again, "you won't be
needing this any more." He held it up for her to see, but Suzie's eyes were
squeezed tightly shut, so he loosened the pliers and let the piece of meat fall
to the ground. Looking down at her pussy, Ray could see a trickle of blood
begin to ooze from the fresh wound, coursing down between her pussy lips.

The mutilation he had exacted on the much-used cunt, caused Ray's dick to begin
to rise again, stirred by the passion of his abuse of the girl who had
humiliated and used him. Ray decided it was time for him to enjoy something he
had never done before. He untied the ropes holding Suzie's legs to the bumper
of the car, leaving the loops around her ankles, and stepped to the side of the
car, staring down at the moaning and whimpering, tortured being. Without a
word, he grabbed her by the shoulder and one leg and pushed her over on her
side, then sliding her back to the center of the hood, rolled her unresisting
body onto her stomach, her legs flopping around as though she had lost the use
of them. Ray then retied the ropes holding her legs, once again spreading her
as wide as he could, her butt on the very front edge of the hood.

Ray stroked his now-hardened dick a few times while he jabbed a finger into her
asshole, causing her body to jerk with the intrusion. He worked the finger
around a few times and then inserted another finger into her wrinkled hole,
forcing the closing muscle to stretch before he inserted a third finger, her
ass arcing upward, straining against the ropes holding her. Satisfied that the
hole was big enough, Ray stepped up on the bumper and, holding his stiff nine
inches in one hand, guided the bulbous head to the hemorrhoidal opening.
Feeling his dick was in position, Ray braced himself with outstretched arms and
pushed forward with his hips. He felt the tight sphincter stretch his foreskin
back, a little painfully, but continued his forward push until he felt the
purple head penetrate the hot chute past the muscle. The sensation of the tight
clamping around the base of his dick head sent waves of pleasure coursing up
from his tightened nuts. With a renewed bracing, Ray plunged his hips forward
as hard as he could, his thick, muscular prick violating Suzie's innards
without a care to the tearing of her bowels. She grunted a loud "uhhh," as his
dick sunk to the hilt inside her, his balls striking her sore pussy lips.
Suzie's hips contracted away from him, but Ray's dick followed the movement,
maintaining the stretching of her bowels, the tearing feeling wrecking her very
insides. He withdrew his now-smelly cock to where the head was just inside her
and rammed it home again, then again and again, rocking her body with his
brutal thrusts, the breath expelling from her crying mouth in gasps of pain,
her head pounding against the cold metal beneath her. It ended too soon for
Ray, the tightness and heat of her bowels forcing the cum to spew out of his
cock into her very depths. Not wanting his plundering of her asshole to end,
Ray continued his pounding strokes until his dick became too limp to penetrate
with force. Breathing heavily, Ray pulled his shit-stained cock out of the
violated hole and rested it on her butt, leaving evidence of his penetration of
her shit-tube on the white flesh.

As he stood in front of the car looking at Suzie's crotch, Ray decided it was
time to physically destroy her, to give her the ultimate punishment. He went to
the car and got the child's baseball bat off the floor and returned to the
front of the car. Hefting the heavy wood and slapping it against the palm of
his hand as though testing its strength, Ray brought it back over his shoulder
and, taking careful aim, brought it swinging down on Suzie's exposed spine just
above her ass hole. He heard the crunching sound of bone being crushed before
Suzie's agonized scream, her back arcing up, raising her shoulders and tits off
the hood of the car. When she had stopped screaming and collapsed back down on
the car, Ray then turned the bat around and placed the flattened disc of the
handle against her pussy. He worked it side to side as he pushed, forcing her
pussy lips to open, then split her love canal as he used his strength to fuck
her with the bat, ramming it in and out, slowly burying it inside her body.
Suzie's screams kept harmony with the brutal assault of the giant wood dildo,
reaching a crescendo each time the bat pounded against her insides. When he had
about half of the small bat in her, Ray felt an unyielding resistance to
further penetration and, with a curse, jerked the bat out of the torn cavity,
the end of the bat making a loud plopping noise as it came free of the suction
from within.

"Damn bitch," Ray said to no one, "I'll fixed this whore." He stuck the handle
end of the bat in the y-shaped bumper brace and pushed on it, again and again.
When the bat didn't break, Ray stepped back and gave it a hard kick. The large
end of the bat went flying with a loud snapping noise, and Ray went to pick it
up. He examined the broken end, pleased at the jagged edge, but regretting the
lost of six inches of wood he could shove up the moaning girl.. "Well, eighteen
inches oughta do it," he thought aloud, as he returned to the spread crotch.
Without hesitation, Ray jammed the broken end of the bat against Suzie's pussy,
eliciting another scream from her, then, with all his strength, pushed the
splintered wood up inside her as far as it would go, the rounded end barely
protruding from her pussy. Suzie choked on her scream as her back arced again,
the pain of ripped organs more severe than anything she had suffered thus far.
First, there was a small flow of blood dripping out of her from around the
impaling wood, and as Ray pulled the bat from her, it released a flood of
blood, piss and body fluid. The stench was overwhelming, and Ray had to back
off while he held his nose. He then realized he must have torn through the
girl's intestines, and he stood there as though he was hypnotized, watching the
brown- red flow run out of her and down the front of his car.

"Time to end this shit," he spoke to the night. He stepped to the now- silent
girl and untied her ankles, gagging at the smell her body was expelling. Ray
put his hand on her neck, feeling for a pulse, finally detecting a weak beating
of the main artery. "Good," he thought, "she isn't dead yet." With a shove, he
pushed her body off the car, watching it fall like a rag doll to the ground.
Ray grabbed both ankles and dragged the evidently unconscious Suzie to the tree
where the rope still hung over the large limb. He then made a noose from the
loose end and slipped it around her neck. Checking for a pulse again, he was
pleased to find that she still hadn't given up on life. The pulse was slightly
stronger, but Ray was sure she wouldn't last much longer. He stood over her
face and, with effort, managed to piss on her face, the yellow fluid going in
her slack mouth and running up her nose. The liquid had the desired effect as
Suzie moaned, then turned her head to the side and weakly coughed, her lungs
fighting to expel the gagging piss, the dying body tenaciously striving to
live.

Ray kicked her hard in the ribs, "wake up, whore. It's time to say good- bye."
Suzie grunted at the pain of the kick and continued to cough as Ray took the
other end of the rope and returned to the car, tying it securely to the bumper.
He got in the car and put it in reverse, beginning to slowly inch the car
backwards, watching as the noose tightened around Suzie's neck, then pulled her
shoulders off the ground, then her hips, her body beginning to jerk as she
fought for life. Ray backed the car up until Suzie's feet were just inches off
the ground, then stopped, got out of the car, and walked back to the hanging
girl, enthralled by the jerking of her body, the useless kicking of her legs..
He looked at her face as it turned first a bright red, then slowly darkened to
purple, her eyes bulging out, her mouth slack with her tongue flapping about..
It took a good ten minutes before she became still, letting one last fart
escape just as her bowels and bladder released their contents streaming from
between her slightly open legs. Ray was fascinated. He had never seen anyone
die before and the vision left him trembling and weak, every muscle in his body
seeming to quiver with excitement.

Ray thought of one last indignity for the bitch who had insulted and belittled
him. He untied the rope from the bumper, wrapping it securely around one arm,
and returned to the tree, bracing himself as he looped the rope around the
trunk, then tied it. "There," he thought, "someone, someday will find the slut
and wonder why she was hanged." His jangling nerves subsiding, Ray got in his
car and, with one last look at the strung-up Suzie in the headlights, waved at
the body and laughed wickedly, then swung the car around in the clearing and
headed home.

Ray replayed the events of the night in his mind as he drove homeward, reliving
every delicious detail, deciding that any girl that treated him wrong in the
future would suffer the same fate. Besides, it had been fun.

Remembering the events from that fateful time in his life had only taken
minutes, each scene played out like a fast-forwarded movie on a vcr, then Ray's
mind returned to the present. He looked to the side as he laid on his back,
looking through the long window just feet away. Then he saw her. It was Suzie,
and she was standing there pointing at him and laughing, once again deriding
him, belittling him. He closed his eyes and reopened them in disbelief. It
couldn't be! He shouted "she's right there! So why is this happening to me?
She's alive, she's alive. It was all a joke! If she's alive, then why am I
here? Let me go, let me go, let me go-o-o." Ray's words trailed off as the
lethal drugs pumping through his veins took effect.

The tall guard handed the older officer a twenty dollar bill as they left the
block building, a steel door clanging shut behind them. "Man, you were right. I
thought this one would go quietly."

The older officer shook his head, "well, I figured this one would crack up. You
never know what goes through their minds in those last few minutes."

The End

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