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Subject: MARA'S ORDEAL (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 14:21:29 -0700
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MARA'S ORDEAL (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
BY ICON O'CLAST
stygianprince@aol.com
She stood before the fence of rusted barbwire and rotting wood with a
lump in her throat and a knot in her stomach. Beyond lay woods so dark
and deep that the spaces beneath the trees seemed almost cavernous. Like
something out of a storybook.
"Don't do it, Mara," her friend pleaded. "The Coopers will get you for
sure!"
The Coopers. There were five of them, four boys and a girl. All of them
big, mean and ugly. And bullies. Collectively, they were the terror of
the schoolyard and ordinarily Mara wouldn't have set foot on their
property for anything, but what choice did she have? She'd been late for
dinner twice already that week and her father had warned her in no
uncertain terms that she'd really be in for it if she did it again. Once
again, she had lost track of time while playing after school and now the
only way she was going to make it home in time was to take a short cut
across the Coopers' property.
"I'll be all right," Mara declared, putting on her bravest face. She
stood there, a cute little eight-year old girl in blue overalls and a
striped red top, her long black hair shining in the afternoon sun.
"They won't even know I was there." With that she carefully scaled the
weather-beaten fence and started on her way.
As soon as she was out of her friend's sight, Mara started running. She
hadn't wanted to look like a coward, but she WAS scared. The Coopers had
never paid much attention to her, but she had seen what they did to
other kids who crossed their path. They never missed a chance to push
someone in the mud, or steal their milk money, or just reduce them to
tears by any means they could think of. They even pantsed one kid, and
he was a fifth-grader!
So she ran. She ran until her sides hurt, then she walked as fast as she
could.
She was being silly, Mara told herself. A real scaredy-cat. There was no
one around. The Coopers were probably at their own dinner table by now,
eating whatever their alcoholic mother had managed to prepare for them.
Just then a sound carried through the quiet of the woods that Mara was
certain she hadn't made. It was just the snapping of a twig, but it made
her turn and look all the same.
They were there. All five of them. They came bounding through the trees
like a pack of hungry wolves. They all looked very much the same, stocky
frames, dirty blond hair and clothes that could have done with even more
patches than were already on them. No storybook Mara had ever seen
contained monsters so frightening to look upon.
Tired though she was, Mara ran for her life. Roots and rocks reached up
to try and trip her as she fled, but nothing would make her slow down.
When the tottering fence that marked the end of the Coopers' property
came into view, Mara thought she'd never see a more welcome sight. Once
over it, she might be safe. But the Coopers saw it too. They were
yelling now, encouraging each other not to let her get away.
Mara hit the fence on the run, scrambling up one of its rickety posts.
She was going to make it!
Then disaster struck.
Her overalls got snagged on one of the barbs.
Frantically, she tried to get loose, willing to sacrifice cloth as well
as flesh in order to escape. But the Coopers were much closer than she
realized.
Hands like the claws of beasts took hold of her and she was pulled back.
Mara hit the ground hard, but had the presence of mind to get her feet
under her almost immediatly. She crouched there while they encircled
her, two of the boys moving to make sure she didn't try getting over the
fence again.
"What are you doin' on our land?" Aaron, the youngest of the Coopers all
but screamed his question at her. He was only a year older than Mara,
but like all of his kin he was built like a pit bull and towered over her.
"She's trespassing! That's what she's doin'," Emily Cooper answered, a
little out of breath. At sixteen, she was the oldest, a perpetually
scowling girl whose full-cheeked face never seemed to show any hint of
happiness unless she was tormenting another child. "You know what we do
to trespassers?" she asked Mara, a malicious grin twitching at her pudgy
jowls.
There were a few smiles and some knowing glances exchanged by the
Coopers, but Mara didn't wait for an answer. Lunging for the biggest
hole in their circle, she made a break for it and was off and running
again. There was no time to worry about direction, no chance to think
things through. Had she been able to, Mara might have realized that she
was running in the wrong direction, away from the fence and deeper into
the Coopers' territory.
She never saw the flying tackle that took her down coming. One minute
she was running for all she was worth and the next she was face down in
the dirt. They swarmed over her immediatly, not wanting to give her
another chance to squirt away. Mara managed to rise to her knees even
though they were pulling at her arms, her clothes and her hair, but her
defiance was short lived. Emily punched her in the stomach, knocking the
wind out of her, then she went down under the pile.
When she could breathe again, all Mara's energy went into crying. There
was little else she could have done anyway. They had wrestled her onto
her back and the immovable bulk of Josh Cooper was sitting on her chest.
Someone else was holding her legs while Aaron pinned her arms down over
her head. All the Coopers were panting from the exertion of having
chased her down, but this didn't stop Josh from scooping up a handful of
dirt and trying to feed it to the helpless girl beneath him. When Mara
kept turning her face away, Josh's brother Kyle obligingly knelt down
and held her head still so that Josh could force some of the soil
between her tightly pressed lips.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Aaron asked while Mara sputtered and
tried to spit out the dirt.
Emily moved closed and looked down at the tear-streaked and now
dirt-smeared face of their captive.
"You still got that rope, Aaron?"
The youngest Cooper indicated that he did.
"Then tie her up."
At their sister's command, the Cooper boys set to doing this, binding
Mara's ankles and wrists with lengths of rough brown rope. At first she
tried to fight this, but then Emily produced a pocketknife and opened it
up. Mara froze. Oh God, she thought, they wouldn't...
Emily though had turned away from her and was scanning the surrounding
forest for something. Upon spying it, she said,"When you get her trussed
up good, put her over that log."
Then, as much to Mara as to her brothers, she declared,"We're gonna
teach this brat a lesson."
While Emily strode off, the boys finished their work. Josh got up off of
Mara, then helped his brothers pick her up. They half-carried,
half-dragged her over to a huge oak tree that had been uprooted in a
recent storm. There they stood her up and she was spun around to face
Billy. Josh and Kyle stood to either side of her, holding onto her arms.
When Billy stepped closer, they lifted her tied hands above her head and
held them there.
"You never shoulda come onto our land," Billy told her, standing so
close now that she could feel his hot breath upon her face. He unsnapped
the clasps on her overalls, flipping one strap over her shoulder, then
pausing cruelly before doing the same with the other. The denim garment
was then pulled roughly down to bunch around her bound ankles.
The boys took a moment to leer at her standing there in her too short
red top and the white panties that it failed to cover. The latter had
yellow duckies on them and they laughed at much at this as at their
prisoner's plight.
Then it was over the log with her.
The tree had been an ancient one, so big in circumference that when Mara
was bent over it her feet no longer touched the ground. Aaron quickly
hopped over the log and with another length of rope tied the girl's
hands to a sturdy branch that extended out from the trunk of the fallen
tree.
Now there really was no escape.
While Aaron stepped back to admire his handiwork, Emily reappeared at
his side. She had a long, straight willow branch that she had stripped
of its leaves. It made a vicious slicing sound when she waved it in the air.
"We're gonna teach you a lesson you ain't never gonna forget," she said,
patting her hand with the switch like an angry schoolmarm.
Trembling with fear, Mara felt another sensation building inside of her.
It burst from her as they moved around to the other side of the log,
drenching her crotch in warmth. "Look! She peed herself!" one of the
boys cried, bringing a chorus of laughter from the others.
"Baby!" they called her, and teased,"I guess you shoulda wore a diaper!"
Their taunts meant little to Mara though. Humiliated and frightened
though she was, she knew the worst was yet to come.
"Please don't," Mara begged when she felt her urine-soaked panties
pulled down, revealing her little eight-year old bottom for all to see,
but they only laughed.
They laughed and Mara felt the first biting swipe of the switch.
Mara's screams filled the forest, drowning out even the raucous cheers
of the Coopers. Emily whipped her without mercy, laying on lash after
lash until she had worked herself out of breath, but Mara's punishment
didn't end there. They kept her there for more than an hour, each of the
Coopers taking a turn as the torturer. Sometimes they laid on the blows
fast and furious, other times with cruel and precise deliberation. They
broke three switches on her butt, but there were always more to be had
from nearby trees.
When at last they had their fill and Mara's agonized yelps had died away
to pathetic sobs of misery, they left. They didn't bother to untie her.
They just left her there over that log, her tiny buttocks crossed with
hundreds of angry red welts, some of which had broken open and started
to seep blood.
It was almost dark when Mara finally returned home. Her ass felt as if
it was swollen to twice its normal size, but the pain had started to
subside and she could walk without discomfort.
Her father was waiting for her in the kitchen. "Come over here, Mara,"
he said, the harshness in his tone making her suddenly remember that she
was late.
Very late.
"Just where have you been?"
She stood in the doorway, struggling to get the words, ANY WORDS out.
When she failed to answer, her father grew angry.
"COME OVER HERE, NOW!"
The wooden paddle he had carved was in his hand now. He had threatened
her with it before, but never actually used it. This time though...
Dazed and unable to believe what was happening, Mara moved obediently to
where he sat. "When I say don't be late for dinner, young lady, you are
gonna learn not to be late for dinner!" He undid the clasps of her
overalls as he said this and brusquely pulled her over his knee. Next,
her panties came down, the spots of dried blood which had stuck the
fabric to her wounded flesh making her moan in pain as they were peeled
away.
Her father paused and for one fleeting moment Mara thought she was saved.
The welts!
He would see what the Coopers had done to her and then she would be able
to explain. She would tell him everything and instead of being punished
she would be hugged and kissed and felt sorry for.
But it was not to be.
"You were bad at school, weren't you?"
In a panic, Mara blurted out,"NO, papa. I wasn't. It was the Coopers,
they..."
"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" her father shouted, silencing her last desperate
entreaty. "I can see all too well why you were late. You were bad at
school today and your teacher kept you after to punish you. Looks like
she did a pretty thorough job, too. Well, Mara, if you had just told me
the truth from the beginning, that would have been the only whipping you
would have got today."
The paddle landed with a resounding CRACK!, sending fresh waves of pain
through Mara's already tortured bottom. She cried as he spanked her and
though she would not have believed it after her ordeal with the Coopers,
she still had more tears to shed.
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