



Circus Act (THIS STORY IS NOT YET FINISHED)

Lights flickered through closed eyelids.  The smell of animal dung filled her nostirals almost making her gag.  Her whole body ached.  Slowly her senses starting comming back to her.  Where was she?  Her eyes almost swollen shut she peered through two small slits, whincing from the stabbing pain in her head.  She scanned her mind trying to grab hold of some coherant memory, not finding any.  She shivered uncontrolably as the cool air hit her bare skin.  Why was she naked?  She tried to wipe her face only to find she could not move.  Her hands had been tied behind her back, she lay face down in the cold dirt.  Panick started to set in, her heart thumped wildly in her chest.  She tried to scream, barely able to force out a ragged whisper.  She struggled against the confines that bound her hands and legs together.  This had to be a dream! Any minute now she'd wake up...

Mocking laughter filled the silence.  "Lookie that little yankee whore strugglin! Betcha she'd be a goooood little fuck!" Panicked and disorented she tried desperatly to scan her surroundings through swollen eyes only to be compleately blinded by the burning sun.  She heard the vile man approaching, his feet lazily dragging in the dirt as he came closer.  He smelled of booze.  His thick heavy southern accent slurring out the words as he spoke.  "My my... This one's a pretty little whore aint she?"  He traced a beefy finger across her jaw line before shoving her back into the dirt.  She yelped as her arms crushed benith her.  White hot pain shot up her shoulders and down her back.  Her fear temporarally paralizing her.

"Well well, what have we got here? I guess you are a true redhead"  She could hear him smacking his lips, she could feel his breath on her inner thigh.  She had to swallow a few times to keep from throwing up.  He forcefully pried her legs apart almost snapping them like a wishbone.  "What a pretty little red pussy you got."  She felt something cold touch her thigh.  She could hear the swooshing of the liquid as he stroked her leg with the whisky bottle.  "Mmmmm mmmm I can smeeelll you!"  She began to struggle against him as he positioned the neck of the bottle at the opening of her pussy.  "ohhh yeeahhh! I likes dem wild redheaded wenches! Makes it more a intrestin fuck!"  He leaned in closer to her ear almost loosing his balance in a drunken stuppor and half slurred half whispered in her ear, "Dont ya worry little missy, I aint gonna fuck ya now, you smell like horse shit."  She could feel the stubble on his face scraching her cheek harsly, trying hard not to gag she whiped her head around and bit hard into his jaw.  His drunken scream nearly deafened her but she did not let go till she tasted blood.  "YOU BITCH!!"  A beefy hand came down heavily striking her across the face.  Last thing she saw before passing out was a large hand in the air comming down for another blow.

She awoke with the taste of copper in her mouth.  Coughing and spitting up the remains of her blood mixed with that of the drunken texan.  The events of earlier slowly comming back to her.  She flinched as dirt was kicked into her face.  "Wake up wench!" She winced as the man roughly yanked her to her feet, only to fall back in a slump as he suddenly let her go.  His mocking laughter filled her ears as she felt his fat beefy hands yank her up once more, only this time he didnt let go.  He half dragged half carried her like a caveman up the dirt road laughing manikly.  "Time fer yer bath ya dirty little whore." 

Why was this happening to her?  Why was she here? How..... Before she was able to finish her thought she gasped compleatly loosing her breath as she felt herself being thrown into a troth of freezing cold water.  Before she was able to regain her barrings she felt arms sliding around her waist holding her still. Unable to move she struggled against her capture.  "Hold her real still daryl, I gotta clean dem pretty little tities, and dat dirty little red pussy."  The more she struggled the more she hurt.  She gave up to her captures and let her body slump against the side of the troth.  She shook with cold, pain and fear.  The man roughly grabed and squeesed her breasts.  He giggled like a horny little school boy as she watched them jiggle, flicking at her nipples till they were sore and raw.  But he was not finished.  He brought his mouth down on one of her breasts, making loud sucking noises licking at her breast like a dog making her sick to her stomach.  Only when he got bored of this game he moved down to her red snatch shoving his beefy finger in her hole