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Country Roads



   By Ed Rider



   "I don't want to drive another 20 miles to the Travelodge," said
Loretta. "I've had enough for today.  We're stopping at the next place we
see."

   "But honey," said John, "we're out in the middle of nowhere.  There's
nothing here."

   "Just look on the left side for a sign, and I'll look on the right," she
said.

   A few minutes later, she said, "There it is.  'No Tell Motel, next
exit.'"

   "That doesn't sound like a place we want to spend the night," he said.

   "If it has a bed and the room is clean, that's all I care about," she
said.  "Take that exit."



   The motel was more than 10 miles off the highway, down a hilly, winding
road in the middle of some woods.  When they finally saw it, John was
thinking that they would have been to the Travelodge by this time.

   It was a U-shaped old weather-beaten building around a dirt parking lot
coated with oil, but it had been remodeled 20 years ago, and the room was
clean.

   Next to it was a gas station with a mini market, and there was a small
cafe attached.  It was mid-afternoon and still warm.  After they brought
their bags into the room, John said he was going to take a nap.  Loretta
said she was going to check out the cafe, and if it looked OK, they could
eat dinner there.  If not, she'd get some groceries and they'd eat in the
room.

   John dozed off, but a bad dream woke him up.  He looked at the clock and
saw he had slept more than an hour.  Loretta wasn't in the room, and for a
moment he was worried.  He decided to wait a few more minutes before he
went looking for her and turned on the TV.  Ten minutes later, the key
turned in the door, and she opened it.

   "Where have you been?" he said.  "I was getting worried about you."

   "Nothing to worry about," she said, sitting down next to him on the bed.
He saw she was hot and sweaty and her makeup was smeared.

   "Did you go for a walk in this heat?" he said.

   "Just a short one," she said, and then she leaned over and kissed him
passionately.  As she pushed her tongue into him, her hands went to his
belt.  She kept kissing him as she tore off his clothes and then hers, and
by the time they were naked, he was fully aroused.  She climbed on top of
him and guided him into her.  She was hot and juicy inside as he entered
her, and as she moved over him, first slowly and then gradually increasing
her tempo, the squishy sounds of his penis stirring up her fluids grew
louder.

   He looked up and saw her large, firm breasts bouncing wildly on her
chest, and they excited him like they always did.  Her face was even more
flush than when she had walked in, but he saw that she was looking at him
with a strange expression.  Usually when she was in the kind of sexual
frenzy that she seemed to be in now, her face looked like she was a
possessed woman totally overwhelmed by lust.  But today she looked angry
and hateful, almost as if she was despised the pleasure she was receiving
as she rode him hard.

   As she began to pound harder and faster, John felt himself getting close
to orgasm.  She usually had several before he came, but he couldn't tell
whether she had today, so he tried to hold back.  But finally, he couldn't
stop himself, and as he thrust up into her during his release, he saw her
smile a strange smile.  Then she stopped and just sat on him.

   "What's wrong?" he said after he recovered.

   "Nothing, honey," she said, "but I didn't come."

   "I'm sorry," he said.  "We can try again in a few minutes.  I'm not hard
anymore."

   "No need to wait," she said as she got up off him and stood up on the
bed and then suddenly dropped down onto his belly.  All the air went out of
him.  He felt like he'd been punched hard in the stomach.  He started to
open his mouth, but before he could say anything, she had stood up again
and dropped down even harder onto him.  Now he felt nauseous and dizzy, and
he couldn't speak.  Once more, she got up and then dropped hard onto his
belly.  By this time, he couldn't move, and the room was spinning in front
of his eyes.

   Then she slappped him hard with her right hand on his left cheek and
then with her left hand on his right cheek.  He didn't have the strength to
lift his hands to protect his face.  She slapped hard two more times, and
his face felt like it was burning up.

   He felt her moving forward over his stomach and over his chest to his
neck.  Then she raised herself up and lowered herself until her vagina was
against his mouth.  "I didn't come," she said in a strange voice, "so you
need to use your tongue." He heard her, but he didn't respond.  He saw her
thick pubic hair with streaks of his semen in it and felt like throwing up.
Some of it was right against his nose.  He wasn't going to put his tongue
into that.

   She slapped him hard again, once on each cheek.  "Start licking," she
said.  He didn't respond.

   Again she slapped him and said, "Start licking," but although the pain
of the slaps was intense, he resisted.  Then he felt one of her hands on
his face.  She grabbed his nose with the thumb and index finger and
squeezed tight.  "If you don't start licking, you're not going to breathe,"
she said.

   He still didn't respond.  He held his breath.  He felt like he was going
to die.  But before he could die, he opened his mouth and gasped for air,
and when he did, he felt her doing something with her vagina, and suddenly
his mouth was filled with sperm.

   A lot of it went down his throat as he swallowed involuntarily, but some
of it went into his windpipe and sinus cavity, and he began coughing and
sneezing out semen.  Even as he did, more of it flowed into his mouth.  It
was thick and foul, and he couldn't believe how much of it there was.  He
had never thought about how much come he produced, but it seemed like a
gallon was coming out of Loretta.  Finally, the flow slowed down and then
stopped.  His face was covered with the semen.  It was in his eyes and his
ears and his hair.

   He felt Loretta get up from the bed.  He was still gagging and coughing
as he sat up and wiped away the come from his eyes and opened them.  She
had her back to him and was getting dressed.  He tried to say something,
but as he moved his mouth muscles, he moved some more come around, and it
made him gag.  He ran to the bathroom spit into the sink and then got into
the shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand it.  He opened his
mouth and let the water pour in and then spit it out, and then he blew his
nose and let some water in and blew again.  He kept spitting and blowing
his nose for a few minutes, and then he just stood and let the hot water
come down on him as he cried.  Nothing like this had ever happened in eight
years of marriage.

   He had been standing in the shower for more than 10 minutes when he
heard the bathroom door open.  A second later, the shower curtain was
ripped to the side, and as he moved his head back from the shower and
turned, he saw a woman standing and aiming a gun at him.  "Put your hands
up," she shouted.  As he quickly put his hands up, he saw a man standing
next to her, also aiming a gun.

   "Let him turn off the water, Viola," the man said.

   "Turn off the water," the woman said, "and then put your hands back up."

   "What--?" said John.

   "Shut up and step out of the bathtub slowly," said the woman.  John saw
that she and the man were wearing police uniforms and badges.  As he
stepped out and stood on the floor dripping, the woman and man backed away
from him.  She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and the man stood
behind her.  Her gun was still aimed at his chest as she quickly glanced
around the bathroom.

   "Take a towel and dry yourself," she said and watched him as he did so.

   "Now walk slowly out of the bathroom?" she said.

   He walked out and looked around for Loretta, but he didn't see her.  As
he stepped through the door, the woman said, "Is this your gun?" He turned
where she was gesturing and saw the man holding up a revolver wrapped in a
handkerchief.

   "No," he said.  "I don't own a gun."

   "Then how did it get on the dresser here?" she said.

   "I don't know," he said.  "Is Loretta OK?  Where is she?"

   "Who is Loretta?" said the woman.

   "She's my wife," said John.  "She was just here a few minutes ago."

   "Is this her gun?" said the woman.

   "She doesn't own a gun either," said John.

   "We're going to trace this gun," she said, "so it's no use lying."

   "I'm not lying," he said.  "Why are you aiming your gun at me?"

   "I'm going to keep aiming at you until you get dressed," said the woman.
"You are under arrest."

   "For what?" he said.

   "For rape," she said.

   "That's crazy," he said.

   "Shut up and get dressed," she said, "or you'll be a dead rapist."

   John didn't say anything else as he quickly put his clothes on.  Then
the man came up behind him and snapped some handcuffs on his wrists and the
woman put her gun in her holster.  They led him to their police car and she
pushed his head down while the man pushed him into the back seat.



   At the station, he was booked, mugged and led to an interrogation room.
The woman officer asked him questions while the man watched.

   The questions made no sense to him, but after a while, he gathered that
a woman named Betty Lou Barrett was the one accusing him.  She had told
them she was driving to Branson from Miami and he had waved her down and
told him his car had a blowout and had gone off the road.  He asked if she
would drive him to the nearest gas station, but when she let him get into
the car, he pulled the gun on her and made her drive to the No Tell and
raped her.  When he fell asleep, she had escaped and found the manager, who
called the police.

   John tried to patiently explain that he was from Jacksonville and was on
his way to Branson with his wifem, Loretta, who was probably waiting for
him now at the motel, and he had never owned a gun.

   "The motel manager said you introduced Betty Lou as your wife, Loretta,"
said the woman.  "Betty Lou said you had your gun aimed at her in your
pocket and she had to pretend."

   "That's crazy," said John.  "Are you saying my wife is Betty Lou.  Look
at her identification?"

   "We did," said the woman.  "Her Florida driver's license and credit
cards all say Betty Lou Barrett."

   "That's impossible," he said.  "I was at the motel with my wife.  Maybe
she's playing some kind of joke on me."

   "Rape is a very serious joke, sir," said the woman.

   After 15 more minutes during which both John and the female officer kept
raising their voices, the woman slapped her hand on the table between them
and said something quietly to the man.  He left and came back in a couple
of minutes and whispered in her ear.

   "Betty Lou has been watching us behind the one-way glass," said the
woman.  "She says you're lying, and she's agreed to be examined by a
doctor. She told us she didn't wash your sperm out, so we'll be collecting
DNA evidence from her and from you.  We're holding you until we can make
preliminary tests tomorrow morning.  If they are positive, we'll send the
samples for complete DNA testing, and you'll be here for a week."

   "I can save you the trouble," he said.  "I had sex with my wife this
afternoon in the room."

   "So now you're admitting you had sex with Betty Lou," said the woman.

   "Not, Betty Lou -- Loretta," he said.  "Please tell her that this joke
could get us in a lot of trouble."

   "Are you saying the sex was consensual?" said the woman.

   "Yes," he said.

   "So you're saying that you did have sex, and you didn't threaten her
with the gun, and she's not Betty Lou Barrett, and you expect us to believe
that."

   "Yes," he said.

   "Then we're finished for now, and you'll be taken to the lab," she said.
"The doctor's out of town, so I'll be taking your specimen for the
testing." She turned to the man and said, "I know your shift is over, but
before you go, please put the leg bar on him and bring him to the lab for
me.  Iris is coming on, and she'll help me get the specimen."

   After he was manacled, he had to slide because he couldn't move one leg
in front of the other.  As the man led him from the room, they turned left.
He glanced to the right and saw Loretta walking in the other direction with
the woman officer.  He yelled her name, but the two women didn't stop.



   "Are you sure this is OK," said the young woman.

   "There's nobody here except us, Iris, and the video monitor system broke
last month and hasn't been fixed," said Viola.  "I'm going to show you how
I get a specimen from a rapist when I have the chance."

   John didn't say anything because he knew there was no one there who
could help him.  He watched as the older policewoman was showing the
younger one how to restrain his movements.  Viola was in her late 30s, tall
and hefty, with fat layered on her muscles.  Iris was in her 20s and cute
and looked sexy in the tight police uniform.

   "What's this bar between his feet for?" said Iris.

   "That's so he can't put his feet together," said Viola.  "We're
attaching the bar to the sides of this heavy bench, so he can't move his
legs, except to bend them.  Now I'm going to put this collar on him.  See
those hanging weights over there.  Bring me two 10-pounders."

   "Where did you get all this?" said Iris.

   "It's from the evidence room, cases that never went to trial," said
Viola.  "OK, watch how I attach the weights on each side of the collar.  We
don't need a lot, just enough to make him bend over.  His own body weight
will take care of the rest.  Now watch him.  See how the weights are making
his neck strain.  Soon he'll be bending forward.  Now unbuckle his belt and
unzip his fly and pull his pants and underwear to his ankles.  Yes, like
that.  But his shirt is hanging down in front, so roll it up and tuck it in
so he's bare from the belly button down.  That's more like it.  Now we can
see him.

   "See how he's already leaning forward.  Now let's show the perp my
specimen collecting aid.  I got a new one last week, sent from
Jacksonville. Before that, I just used a vibrator.  But this one is
special.

   "See how it's all shiny black latex.  Inside is a strong vibrator
controlled by this remote.  But this is one is not shaped like a penis. 
It's more like a traffic cone with a rounded top.  It's all narrow at the
top and gets wider until it's almost a foot wide at the bottom.  I'm wiping
this greasy white shortening all over it, and now I'm placing it on the
bench behind him.  Look at how scared he looks.

   "Now we just wait.  He's bending over a little already.  Soon his back
is going to start hurting and he's going to lean back to get relief, but
because of the weight, he won't be able to straighten out.  Instead, he'll
have to squat a little.  I'll stand behind him to make sure that he squats
right onto the cone.

   "Did you see that?  He must have felt the cone.  That's why he moved so
fast.  But the pain in his neck and back is going to make him squat again,
and his leg muscles are going to get tired, too.  All we have to do is
wait. There, did you see?  The top of the cone actually went into his anus
for a second before he moved off of it.  Now I'm putting another big gob of
grease on top of the cone.

   "There he went again.  He got up fast, but it looks like most of the
grease was pushed into his asshole.  I'm putting another gob on top now.  I
got my hand out of there just in time.  Did you see how the grease made him
slide down further on it before he could lift up?  Now, quickly, another
big gob of grease.  One or two more times, and he's going to have a ton of
shortening inside his anus."

   As John's legs gave out, he couldn't get up from the cone.  The pain in
his anus was excruciating as it embedded itself inside him, and every few
minutes there was another stab as he slid further down on the grease.  He
began panting and blowing out air, but it didn't help.  Finally, he broke
down and began crying.

   "Take off his handcuffs, Iris," said Viola.  "He isn't going to try
anything now.  Listen to me, scumbag.  We're ready to take your specimen.
Put your hands down and rub them on the cone to get them greasy and then
get to work.  Once you've started whacking off, I'll help you."

   John heard her, but he was in so much pain and felt so weak that his
hands just hung at his side.

   "If you don't do anything, that thing is going to go deeper into you
until it comes out your mouth," said Viola.  "Once we get your specimen,
we'll lift you off of it."

   John spoke, but he could barely whisper because of the pain.  "I can't
come like this," he said.

   "Yes, you can," said Viola.  "I'll help you once you get started.  Get
those hands greasy and go to work."

   John rubbed around below him until his hands were slimy and then put his
right hand on his limp penis and began pulling it.  Then he felt something.

   "Keep going," said Viola.  "I've turned on the vibrator to help you. 
Just keep pulling until you're hard and then start pumping."

   John couldn't believe it, but the vibration was starting to have an
effect.  It didn't lesson the pain, and he screamed as his body slid
further down onto the cone.  But his penis was getting firmer.  He started
pumping it, and he felt the vibrations increasing.

   "That's it," said Viola.  "It shouldn't be long.  Iris, take that cup
and get in front of him.  When you're ready to release your specimen, just
yell out 'I'm coming,' and Iris will get the specimen cup in the right
place." She got up and walked behind him.

   When John felt he was on the verge, he yelled, and as soon as he did,
his hands were snatched by Viola from behind and in two seconds they were
in cuffs behind him.  He screamed in frustration as Iris brought the large
cup, more like a pitcher, up to him, and he saw his penis bounce up and
down a few times and some semen seep out.  He had come without ejaculating,
and there was no pleasure.  In fact, he slid down further on the greasy
cone and felt another huge burst of pain.

   When Iris took the cup away, Viola came around to the front and detached
the weights on his collar, took off the collar and removed the bar
spreading his feet.  Then she pulled him to his feet while Iris slowly
pulled the cone out of him.  Iris wiped the grease off of him, and they
pulled off his underwear and pants.  Both of them were soaking in grease.
"I'll wash these out, and they'll be returned to you later," said Viola. 
"Follow me."

   Naked from the waist down and with his hands behind him, John staggered
more than walked as he followed Viola out of the door and down a hall, with
Iris behind him.  Viola led him to one of the two large cells, opened it
and pushed him in.  "Back up to the bars," she said, "and I'll take off
your cuffs."

   As he turned around and she freed his hands, John noticed the large man
for the first time.  He was sitting down on the only chair.  John looked
for a bunk bed, but all he saw was one bed in the middle of the cell.  He
turned around, but Viola and Iris had gone.

   "Have a seat," said the man, pointing to the bed.  "My name is Billy."

   John walked painfully to the bed and sat down.

   "I guess you're John," said Billy.  "We don't have much time, so I'll
explain this as quickly as possible.  I'm a lifer, and I'm on my way from
Leavenworth to Montgomery.  I wondered why the marshal and I stopped here,
and then I found out that someone hired me out as a movie star.  After we
perform today, I leave tomorrow morning.

   "Those officers who brought you in are going to bring the cameras from
the lab.  They told me they were filming you giving your specimen.  The
film we're making is about prison love, and you play the gay man who's just
been moved into my cell.  You've heard that I've got the biggest dick in
the prison, and you can't wait to seduce me.

   "After you suck me and ride me, I'm going to come in your mouth.  Then
you're going to use your mouth to clean all the lube and other stuff from
inside you off my dick.  I'll tell you I'm tired, but you're going to
insist on sucking me again, and once you get me hard, I'm going to do you
in all kinds of positions, including carrying you around in my arms as I
pound you from underneath and bump you into the bars.  We'll finish with
you whacking off while you're standing up and I'm pounding you from behind.
Did I tell you that you'll be drinking some Dr.  Pepper with Viagra ground
up into it so you'll be hard all the way through the movie.

   "I know you're not gay, but you'll learn to act that way fast, because
otherwise I'm going to squeeze your balls hard until you change your mind.
I don't really care whether you act gay or not, because I'm usually in
solitary, and any chance I get to screw anything, I'm going to grab it. 
But Officer Viola told me that I had to make sure it looked like you really
were hot for me, and I can't use your body until you start acting that way.

   "Here they are back with the cameras.  If you want to make it easy on
yourself, you can start acting right away."

   John needed only one squeeze before deciding it was best to do what they
wanted him to do.  At first, Viola stopped the filming several times for
him to repeat things to sound more like he was dying to have sex with
Billy. But after the huge man started using him and he lost control and
began screaming and crying, she didn't say anything more.

   She was moving with her camera all around the cell, coming close and
shooting between the bars and then backing off.  She focused mostly on
where Billy's penis was, whether it was in his mouth or in his anus.  Iris
didn't move much.  She got right up to the cell and aimed her camera
between the bars at his face.  She only moved when his head moved.  If he
turned it away from her, she moved around the bars until his face was in
front of her again.  He tried to avoid looking at her camera at first, but
soon he was in such pain that he barely even noticed it.



   When Billy finished with him, John was lying on the bed in a lifeless
daze.  He felt as though his colon and intestines had been ripped to
ribbons, and the smell and taste of what Billy left in his nostrils and
mouth was so nauseating that he felt he might throw up any second.  He
barely noticed Billy being removed from the cell and the lights going off.

   When someone shook his body the next morning, he still felt barely
alive. It was the cute young officer, Iris.  "Wake up, sir," she said as
she shook him again.  "We're releasing you."

   Suddenly John was wide awake.  "What?" he said.

   "Yes," she said.  "We found your semen inside Betty Lou, but we also
found another man's semen, and it was as fresh as yours.  She had sex with
both of you within one hour, but she never mentioned that.  We're bringing
you back to the No Tell, and we want to question her again."

   As they drove him back to the motel, his mind was going wild.  How could
Loretta have another man's semen in her?  Why had she done this?  What
would she say?

   The manager told Iris and John that Betty Lou drove off yesterday
afternoon when she got back from the police station, and he hadn't seen her
since.  When Betty told him about the semen analysis, he said, "I didn't
say anything yesterday, because I was sure I was mistaken, but shortly
after the gentleman and the lady checked in, I saw a woman go into the room
two doors down from yours.  The woman looked sort of like Betty Lou, and I
thought for a moment that it was strange that your wife was going into
someone else's room, but I didn't get a good look at her face, so I thought
the similarity was just a coincidence.  I'm sorry."

   "I have no car," said John.  "I'm stranded."

   "I'll take you to the train station," said Iris.  "It's about 20 minutes
from here."

   "You don't owe me anything, sir," said the motel owner.  "I'm really
sorry about what happened to you.  Betty Lou or whatever her name was sure
seemed like she was telling the truth."



   One by one, each of John's credit cards was denied at the train
station's ticket window.  He searched around for a pay phone and tried to
place a few collect calls, but all he got was voice mail.  He didn't leave
any messages.  Once he started to say what had happened to him, but he
realized that he would sound crazy, so he stopped.

   He sat in the station for a while and then picked up his suitcase and
walked through the parking lot to the highway.  He walked slowly, and every
step sent shooting pains from his rectum through his whole body.  The side
of the highway was dusty, and the day was getting hot, but he couldn't
think of anything else to do, so he kept walking.  There were few cars. 
Every time he heard one behind him, he turned around and stuck out his
thumb.

   She drove by an hour later.  After she passed him, she made a U turn and
passed him in the other direction.  Then she came up behind him and
followed him as he walked for a while.  Finally, she pulled even with him
and yelled through her open window, "Where are you going?"

   "Home to Jacksonville," he said as he stopped walking and looked at her
face.  She seemed to be in her 40s or early 50s and nice looking, except
for a little too much makeup.  She was probably good looking when she was
younger.  He didn't say anything because he was sure a woman wasn't going
to pick up a strange man.

   "What's in the suitcase," she said.

   "My clothes," he said.

   "Open the passenger door and then step back and open the suitcase," she
said.  "If you do anything else, I'm driving off fast." He followed her
instructions.

   "OK," she said.  "You can put the suitcase in the back seat and get in."

   "I'm going to Jacksonville, too," she said after he got in and buckled
his belt and she pulled back on the highway.  "That's more than three days
away.  What are you doing hitchhiking from Missouri?  Are you on the run
from the law?"

   "No," he said.  "If you don't mind, I don't want to talk about it."

   "OK," she said.  "From the way you were walking, I can tell you're
hurting, so you can just sit there and listen to the radio for a while. 
Sit all the way over by your window and don't try to move any closer.  But
while you're sitting, think about this: If you're no better company than
the radio, then why am I giving you a ride?"

   They listened to the country station in silence for about an hour, and
then she turned the radio off.  "Have you decided whether you want to talk
or you'd rather I drop you off in the next town?" she said.

   "What do you want to talk about?" he said.

   "You can start by telling me how you got from Jacksonville to walking
down a Missouri highway with a suitcase," she said.

   Slowly, he started telling her what had happened.  She stopped him often
and made him go back and tell her more details.  He had to go back all the
way to when he met Loretta and how they got married and their life together
and the vacation they planned in Branson.  She didn't react much to
anything, even the two policewomen filming him being raped by Billy.

   When he had finished his story and answered a few more questions about
some of the details, she turned on the radio again, and they rode without
talking for a while.  He looked at her and wondered what she was thinking,
but she just looked at the road.

   Then she turned off the radio and said to him, "That was some story,
John, but I believe you.  You've had time to think about what happened. 
What have you come up with?"

   "Nothing," he said.  "All I can think of is getting home and talking to
Loretta.  I hope she's all right.  Someone must have done something to her,
but I don't know what or how.  Or they were lying about what she said.  I
just don't understand it."

   "You know at least one thing someone did to her, John," said the woman.
"You can call me Ida."

   "What do you mean, Ida?" he said.

   "You told me that when she made you eat the come from her pussy, there
was a huge amount there, way more than you expected."

   "Yes, so what?" he said.  He hadn't meant to tell her about that, but
somehow she got it out of him.

   "They found two different kinds in her, and the motel manager saw her
going into another room," said Ida.

   "He wasn't sure," said John.

   "She was gone for more than an hour," said Ida.  "You know for sure
another man fucked her before she came back to your room.  And she went
into that other motel room on her own.  Does that tell you anything?"

   "No," he said.

   "You told me that Loretta's originally from Mississippi," said Ida. 
"Did she ever tell you that poem about Mississippi maidens?"

   "You mean the one about Mississippi maidens love stronger than whiskey?"
he said.

   "Yes, that's the one," she said.  "Every girl I ever met from
Mississippi knows it.

   "Mississippi maidens love stronger than whiskey

   "They stand by their man and they never forget

   "Mississippi maidens they find you been cheatin'

   "They scratch out your eyes and they beat in your head.

   "Yes," said John.  "Loretta recited that to me when she told me that she
had stopped dating other guys because she thought I was the one.  The other
guys were all football players, so I thought I didn't have a chance.  I
proposed to her the next night."

   "That's beautiful," said Ida, wiping a finger below her right eye.  "Did
she ever recite it again?"

   "Oh, lots of times," he said.  "She was really serious when she said it
a couple nights before the wedding, but after that we had a lot of fun with
it.  Every time she visited me at my office and a good looking woman walked
by, she would whisper it to me, and we would start laughing and everyone
would stare at us.  The same thing happened if we were at a party or a
restaurant and she caught me looking at a beautiful woman.  Why do you
bring that up?"

   "Because I think what's going on is Loretta is scratching your eyes out
and beating in your head," said Ida.

   "But that's stupid," he said.  "That's if she finds me cheating.  I
don't cheat, and she knows it."

   "You're lying," said Ida.  "I've heard a hundred men swear they don't
cheat, and then they go ahead and cheat."

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Never mind," she said.  "The point is that you're lying, and even if
you swear you aren't lying, I don't believe you.  I'm not passing judgment
on you.  I'm just saying that Loretta found out you're cheating, and she's
paying you back like a Mississippi maiden.  Add up everything that
happened, right up to the credit cards being canceled, and it's obvious."

   "But I'm telling you that I don't cheat on Loretta," he said.  "You say
you don't believe me.  OK.  You don't know me, and there's no reason for
you to believe me.  But let's pretend that I'm telling the truth for just a
minute.  If I'm telling the truth, then Loretta must be in trouble, right?
If I'm telling the truth, none of this makes any sense, right?"

   Ida was quiet for a while, and she looked straight ahead at the road. 
"All right," she said finally.  "I know you're lying, but I'm playing your
game.  There's still no other explanation, except she thinks you're a
cheater.  Is Loretta crazy jealous?  Does she check up on you all the time?
Is that the kind of woman she is?"

   "No," said John.  "She's nothing like that.  She's very passionate and
emotional about everything, but she trusts me, and the Mississippi maiden
thing is just for laughs.  She knows me well enough that she wouldn't
believe anyone who told her I cheated.  She would demand proof.  And since
I don't cheat, there wouldn't be any proof.

   "There's no reason she would do something like this.  All I can think of
is someone else is doing this to both of us, and she's in danger.  If she's
not there when I get home, I'm calling the police."

   "Oh, she'll be there when you get home," said Ida.  "I'm sure of that. I
wish we could bet on who was right, but you don't have any money."

   "I don't have money now, but I will when I get home," he said.  "I'm
going to pay you for this, Ida.  I promise.  I don't know what would've
happened to me if you hadn't picked me up.  You just tell me how much you
want, but I'll probably pay you more than whatever you ask, because I'm so
grateful to you."

   "Thanks," she said.  "From what you told me, I don't know if you're
going to get hold of any money for a while, but I was thinking about other
ways you could pay me.  I don't think you'll be so grateful when I tell
you."

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "We'll talk about it later," she said, and after that they just listened
to the country radio station until she pulled into a small motel as it
started to get dark.  For a moment, he shuddered because the motel reminded
him of the No Tell Motel.  He told her he'd sleep in the car, but she said
that was stupid, because there was a couch and a bed in the room.  When
they had taken his suitcase and her bag into the room, she told him to
shower and get dressed because they were going for dinner.

   Dinner was at a roadhouse, and by the time they finished, the music had
started.  She took his hand and pulled him from the dining area to the bar
and dance floor and sat down with him at a table.  He didn't know what town
or even what state they were in, but wherever they were, a lot of people
knew Ida, mostly women who looked similar to her.  They were all well
rounded, but not really fat, and they all wore skimpy, sexy dresses that
were cut low at the top and high at the bottom, and they all had on a lot
of makeup.  The women and a few men stopped at her table, and she
introduced John to them.  A few of the women sat down next to Ida, and they
spoke into each other's ears during the loud music.  Some of them said,
"See you later," to her as they got up.

   John let Ida buy him some drinks after promising her he'd pay her back
for everything.  When she pulled him up for a slow song, he tried to resist
at first, but then gave in.  She held him tight and rubbed her breasts and
her crotch on him.  He tried to ignore her.  She did that a few times
before they finally left.

   When she followed him into the motel room, she pushed him onto the bed.
He tried to get up, but before he could, she was sitting on top of him. 
"You're not going anywhere, John," she said.  "Don't move, or I'm going to
punch you in the stomach until you can't breathe.  Just listen.

   "It's time for you to pay for your ride, John.  I'm not the good
samaritan you think I am.  I've been sizing you up today from the moment I
saw you and all through our conversations and at the roadhouse tonight. 
I'm going to use your body tonight, and that will make us even for today.

   "Tomorrow morning, you can decide whether you want to go the rest of the
way to Jacksonville with me, or I'll drop you on the highway and leave you
like I found you.  It might take you weeks to get home rather than three
more days, but that's up to you.

   "You don't have any choice about tonight, because I have a gun in my
purse, and I know how to use it.  I'm not going to kill you, just wing you
slightly in a vulnerable spot between your legs.  It will bleed and hurt,
but you'll recover.  I'll call the sheriff and tell him you attacked me and
to check on your arrest a couple of days ago.  I'll tell the sheriff that I
need to get on my way, so I won't press charges, but I'd appreciate it if
he held you for a couple of days.  Maybe you'll meet another man you'll
like in the local jail.

   "So you do have a choice about tonight.  Do you want to do what I tell
you or not?  Now get your clothes off."

   John looked up at Ida as he was taking off his clothes and saw she was
taking hers off, too.  All the lights in the room were on, and he could see
that her body was plump, and she had huge, hanging breasts, but her legs
were sleek.  She had a large bush.

   "Now lie down on your back," Ida said.  As soon as he did, her bush was
smothering his face.  She was in the sixty-nine position, and he felt her
hands grab his penis and testicles and start playing with them.  "Get to
work," she said as she spread her legs and lowered her vagina onto his
mouth.

   He tongued her while she pumped his penis and played with his balls for
a while.  Then she moved on him until her vagina was replaced by her anus.
"Lick my ass," she said.  He gagged and didn't respond.  "Lick my ass," she
said again, and he yelled, because she had squeezed his balls like Billy
had.  When she said it again, he began licking before she could squeeze
again.  She went back to working his penis and his balls.  He started
feeling like he was going to come.

   "Now stick your tongue in," she said.  "I'm pushing my ass open so you
can get it in.  That's it.  Keep pushing it in deeper.  Good.  Now start
fucking my ass with your tongue.  Yes, like that." She continued pumping,
but now she let go of his balls and stuck a finger into his anus.  He
jumped when she did that, and as she moved it in and out of her, he knew it
wouldn't be long.

   "Spit on my asshole and push it in with your tongue," she said as she
slowed down her pumping.  "Good.  Now do it again, and keep spitting and
pushing it in." After he did this a few times, she began speeding up her
pumping.  He started thrusting into her hand, and she suddenly pulled it
away and moved her anus forward off his tongue and down his body.  She used
her hands to place his penis at her anus and lowered herself onto it.  She
went up and down on it two times, and then he exploded inside her.

   She sat on top of him for about five minutes, and then she carefully
lifted her body up as his limp penis fell from her anus.  She moved back on
his body until her anus was at his mouth again.  "Lick my ass," she said,
and once more he gagged, and once more she squeezed.

   "You're used to licking come, John," she said, "so lick my ass." She
waited a few seconds, and then she said, "I'm about to squeeze again." He
began licking.

   As he licked, she pushed his semen out of her anus into his mouth.  Then
she made him stick his tongue in and pull more of it out.  The last thing
he had to do was put his mouth up to her hole and suck it out like a vacuum
cleaner.  All the while she was fingering his anus.  She had two fingers
inside it, but he didn't get aroused again.

   After he had sucked, he noticed that suddenly all the lights went off.
He heard some movement in the room, and the door opened and shut.  When she
let him up, he ran to the bathroom and threw up.  When he came out, she was
under the sheets and motioning him to get in next to her.  He hesitated but
finally got into bed, moving as far from her as he could.  He was exhausted
and fell asleep quickly.

   The next morning, she took him to a diner.  "You can tell me your
decision when we get back to the motel," she said.  "I can drop you off a
few miles down the highway where there's a small shopping center and more
traffic so you have a better chance at getting a ride."

   He ate silently for a while.  "What was that with the lights last
night?" he said.  "And who was in the room?"

   "Only a few girlfriends," she said.  "They were filming us.  I've got
the disks, so you don't have to worry.  I want something to remember you
by."

   He thought about what he was going to have to pay for two more nights,
and he almost threw up into his oatmeal.  But he decided that he needed to
do it because Ida was right.  Without her, he had no idea when he'd finally
get home.

   The next night was a repeat: another day of driving, with not much
conversation, which suited him fine; another cheap motel; another roadhouse
where a lot of women and a few men knew Ida; and another disgusting ordeal
on the bed that was filmed by her friends.  The only thing different was
that she apologized that she wasn't taking a shower or bath for a few days
and that she knew she smelled pretty strong, especially where he would be
working.  And he felt her put in three and then four fingers into his anus
as he did what she ordered.

   The following morning, he felt almost elated.  There would be only one
more night of degradation, because they'd get to Jacksonville before noon
the next day.  That night in the hotel, she went much further.

   After he had eaten his come out of her anus, he started feeling pain
similar to what he had felt when sliding down the huge dildo in front of
Viola and Iris.  Ida had pushed her entire right hand into him and was
twisting it around inside of him.  She pulled it out and pushed some lube
into him and then pushed it back in.  Then she pushed it deep inside him,
past her elbow.  It was even deeper than Billy had gone, and her arm was
much bigger than the convict's penis.  He felt as though he were going to
split in two when she stopped.

   After she pulled her arm out, she turned around and sat on his stomach
facing him.  He was in such pain that he was barely aware of her, but then
she leaned over and slapped his face hard with her right hand.  Then she
slapped him just as hard with her left hand.  She kept alternating, and as
she slapped, his face flipped from side to side.  His cheeks were burning
with almost as much pain as he felt inside his anus before she stopped.

   She rested for a while, and then she rolled him over onto his stomach.
She reached for something, and then he felt her attacking his buttocks with
a large wooden paddle.  Once again she hit him until she was exhausted and
his butt cheeks felt like they were in a million painful pieces.  Then she
rolled him over on his back again and spoke for the first time.

   "I really don't want to do this, John, but I have to," she said.  It
sounded as though she was crying.  "I'm not asking you to forgive me for
anything else, but I think this is too much, and I hope some day you'll
forgive me for doing it even though I shouldn't." Then she punched him, and
he screamed.

   She had grabbed his penis with her left hand and pulled it straight up
and then made her right hand into a fist and punched his testicles hard. 
She stopped for a moment when he screamed, but then she punched him again,
and she kept punching him until he passed out.

   The next morning when he woke, his entire body felt like a ball of pain,
but the worst was in his testicles.  He looked at them, and they were
purple in color.  "They'll recover," she said, and he looked up to see her
stepping out of the bathroom drying herself with a towel.  "In a few weeks,
you'll be fine.  Why don't you take a shower now?  You'll feel a lot
better. It helped me a lot.  Three days!  I felt like the dirt and the
smell would never come off.  But today I'm bringing you home to your wife,
so today will be a good day for both of us."

   They didn't talk at all through breakfast.  When they were almost done,
Ida apologized and said she had to make a call and went outside.  She was
there nearly half an hour.  In the car, they listened quietly to the
country station.  As awful as he felt, when John saw they were just an hour
away, he started getting fidgety.  She noticed, and she said, "I think
you're worried about what you're going to find at home, John, but you don't
have to worry.  Loretta is going to be happy to see you."

   "Shut up!" he muttered.  He didn't care if she stopped right here and
pushed him out of the car.  He never wanted to hear her voice again.

   "I will if you want me to, but I think you want to hear what she told me
this morning," said Ida.

   He looked at her with wild eyes.  "What did you say?" he screamed.

   "You heard me, John," she said.  "We're getting close to your house, and
I want to have a calm conversation so I can drive safely.  Will you be
quiet and let me talk?  I can't hear you, John."

   "Yes!" he shouted.

   "Do you know a woman named Mary Beth Jerome?" she said.

   "What?" he said.  "What are you talking about?"

   "Answer my question," said Ida.  "It's important."

   "Yes," he said.  "Mary Beth was my girlfriend in high school, but what
does that have to do with Loretta?"

   "Did you see Mary Beth at your tenth high school reunion?" said Ida.

   John thought for a moment, and then he yelled out "Oh no!"

   "Yes," said Ida.  "Now it all makes sense, doesn't it?"

   "Someone told Loretta the story about me and Mary Beth at the reunion,"
he said.  "I can't believe it.  That was more than five years ago. 
Somebody must have told Loretta, and she believed it.  How could she?"

   "Because you screwed Mary Beth at the reunion," said Ida.

   "No, no, no," said John.  "That's what people were saying the next
morning, but it was just a story.  I danced with her a few times, and I got
really drunk, and I took her to her room and went to my room and fell
asleep with my clothes on.  I didn't do anything.  How could Loretta
believe that lie."

   "It isn't a lie," said Ida.  "I'll be charitable and admit that maybe
you're blocking that night or that you were too drunk to remember it.  But
you definitely weren't too drunk to perform."

   "What are you talking about, Ida," he said.  "You weren't there."

   "But I saw the videos Loretta showed me," said Ida.  "There's no doubt
it was you.  And you and Mary Beth were naked and going at it like rabbits
in every position.  All the lights in the room were on, and there were
about a dozen classmates -- girls and boys -- around the bed cheering you
on and recording everything with their phones.

   "Mary Beth even let you go into her ass, although as soon as you did she
started yelling for you to pull out.  But you were too drunk to hear her
above the cheering, because you went at her until you came inside her ass.
Then she slapped you a few times and ran into the bathroom crying and it
was over.  Some of the girls pulled your clothes on, and the guys dragged
you off.  It's all on video.  Loretta can show you when you get home."

   John was crying.  "No, no, I don't want to see it!" he said.  "I don't
want to remember it.  I know I felt uneasy the next morning when they
kidded me about Mary Beth.  I didn't see her that morning, and they told me
it was because she could barely walk.  I was sure they were making it all
up.  But that was more than five years ago."

   "Remember Mississippi maidens, John?" said Ida.  "They never forget. 
Loretta probably would have never heard about it except for her friend,
Penny, who came to work at her company a year and a half ago.  They became
best friends, and one night Penny decided she had to tell Loretta about
you. Penny is married to one of your high school classmates.  Loretta
didn't believe Penny until a few months ago, after Penny made her husband
contact some of his friends until he found one who would email him a video.

   "She thought about it for a while before she did anything.  As you know,
she is passionate and emotional, so at first she wanted to throw all your
stuff on the front lawn and change the locks.  But she hesitated, and she
told me that's when she realized how much she loved you.  Even while she
was planning her revenge, she was careful.  She wanted to hurt you badly,
but she didn't want to damage you.  It was her idea to send Viola that huge
vibrating cone, because in addition to humiliating you, it opened you up so
that Billy wouldn't tear any tissue when he made the video with you.  She
thought of everything.

   "The only people who were in on it were Viola and me.  She didn't want
anything bad to happen to you when she left you stranded, so that's why I
showed up.  Even while I've been making videos for her, I've been watching
over you to make sure you don't get in any trouble before I get you home in
one piece.

   "You know what she told me this morning?  She said that she's been
crying for two days, and yesterday, she went to see your minister and told
him everything.  He was in shock at first and admitted he had never heard
the like.

   "The he told her she had forgotten 'Exodus 21:24' and 'Matthew 5:38.' He
said he can understand how hard it is to turn the other cheek, but even
worse was violating `an eye for an eye.' He said that you had wronged her,
but she had gone way overboard in punishing you.  It was more like an eye
for a tooth.  He said that she needed to ask you for forgiveness and to
never talk about Mary Beth again unless you brought her up.

   "Loretta said she knew the minister was right, and she had known it a
couple of days ago.  She doesn't know what got into her.  She said she will
never post the videos I'm bringing her to her on the Internet like she was
planning.  She said from now on, whenever you get her angry, she won't yell
at you, but instead she'll shut up and just go and watch the videos until
she calms down.  Yes, I have the videos that you did in that jail, as well
as the ones I made with you.  Loretta has a video of the guy in the room
two doors down fucking her and filling her up with come.  She chose him
because he spurts gallons -- he sent her a video to prove it -- and paid
for him to come to the motel.  She told me she had hired him when she had a
fantasy about you drowning in come.

   "She was going to show you that video, but she told me that if you don't
want to see it, she'll destroy it, because she never wants to see it again.

   "We're about a half-hour from your house, John, and I'm not going to say
anything after this.  I'm no minister, but after I talked to Loretta this
morning, I could tell she still loves you tremendously and would give
anything for you to forgive her.  I think you love her, too, so when you
see her, you may want to not talk about the last few days.  It will be
hard, but you might want to think about what you have and what you could
lose.  Maybe you should wait until next week before talking about who's
going to forgive who about what.  It's up to you, but you might want to
think about that before we get there.  I'm done talking."

   When they pulled up to his house, John jumped out of the car and began
running to the door.  "Wait!" yelled Ida.  "Your suitcase."

   He walked quickly back to the car and pulled it out.

   "I put the videos in there," she said.

   "I'll be right back with the money for you, Ida" he said.

   "Don't be silly," she said, and he could tell she was crying.  "I think
you are a good man, John.  I told you yesterday that I only wanted you to
forgive me for punching you, but maybe you'll find it in your heart to
forgive me for the rest of it, too.  Loretta already paid me, but tell her
I'm not cashing her check.  That's my gift to the two of you.  Tell her I
hope God blesses both of you and your marriage.  Goodbye."

   She drove off quickly.  John stood watching her car disappear.  All of a
sudden, he wasn't so eager to run up to the front door.  He walked slowly
to the door with the suitcase, wondering what was going to happen when it
opened.  Should he knock?  Should turn the handle to see if it was open?"

   Before he could decide, the door opened, and he saw Loretta standing
there.  Despite the last few days, she looked more beautiful to him than
ever.  She was smiling and crying at the same time.
   "Hi Honey," she said.  "I'm glad you're finally home." 

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