Two sex starved rednecks and a premenstrual redhead. Treat or.......
Excuse the mix of US and UK English, it is deliberate.
Editor's note: this contains a rough rape scene which is crucial to the revenge element in the plot.
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Bubba let out a rebel yell as he pumped wad after wad of hot jism into the girl's anus. He had clearly been her first as she had screamed like a banshee when her tight hole finally gave way to his massive organ. Her sphincter remained in spasm for the first ten minutes of his pleasuring and he had to use his whole considerable weight to bury each thrust deep inside her. It had been worth it and her continued cacophony had been like a symphony. Then she had changed to begging him to stop and Bubba had let go of her hair and forced her face back into the pillow.
As Bubba slowly withdrew, her anus remained dilated and he saw numerous little tears in her anal ring which had coated his dick in blood. Bubba slapped her ass hard leaving a red hand print. Bubba took a long swig from a bottle of Jack and shouted out to Marlon that he was done. Bubba had his pants on by the time his older brother walked into the room, naked and sporting wood. Bubba did not really like fucking with another man in the room. The girl should be grateful he thought. She had been spared a double stuffing.
Marlon was smaller than his brother but still topped six foot. Weighing one eighty he could have taken the girl even if her hands were not tied together and secured to the head of the bed. He was considerate and had let Bubba go first. They had both popped some Viagra although six months on remand had meant that both men had a lot of fucking to catch up on. Marlon flipped the bitch onto her back. He wanted to plough that tight firebox again. The teenager had a neatly trimmed red bush a shade or so darker than her wavy hair. Her skin was like alabaster. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut; at least the left one was. The right side of her face was red and swollen; the eye hidden behind bruised lids. She tensed slightly as Marlon spread her legs, her fight largely gone. Marlon did not bother with foreplay; merely thrusting hard into the girl's tight dry pussy. The girl screamed as Marlon's penis opened up the tears in her vagina. The blood acted as a lubricant and the reflex spasm of her pelvic floor made her as tight as a virgin. Marlon was not jealous that Bubba had popped her cherry. His knowledge of female anatomy was rudimentary. The girl's hymen was naturally stretchy and gave way as he rammed his tumescent organ against its filmy surface. Had he used lube the girl would not have bled at all. She was certainly unable to provide any lubrication of her own
Marlon leered down at his young victim. She should be grateful for the attention of a proper man. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and rolled her upwards to get more penetration. She had small pert tits and he mauled them mercilessly. As he felt the orgasm grow, he bit down into the left hand side of her neck, raising a huge bruise. Soon he was done and he left the girl whimpering in her torment.
As Marlon left the bedroom and took the proffered bottle from his brother, the full moon rose and bathed the cabin in cold blue light. There was a power surge and the main circuit breaker blew, plunging the cabin into darkness. The brothers cursed and stumbled about.
In the bedroom the girl became silent. Her eyes opened wide and her tongue tasted the air.
Stacy Moore had arrived for work ten minutes early as usual. She was a little obsessional about punctuality. She still called it the petrol station, which amused Milo the manager. He was old enough to be Stacy's father but he found her extremely attractive. Stacy had lived in the US for only three years. Her father was a professor at Princeton and Stacy had decided to go to university in the US. She had surprised herself by winning a sports scholarship.
Milo loved to listen to Stacy's English accent and in fairness she was extremely polite. She was not exactly beautiful but was certainly pretty. She had a clear peaches and cream complexion framed by wavy, deep red hair. She hardly ever wore make-up which made her look very young. Milo often found himself speculating about what lurked under Stacy's baggy clothing.
Milo smiled and pointed at her swollen eye. He was a serious sports fan and Stacy was a bit of a star. Milo had been a running back for the Badgers back in his day and Stacy played left wing for the Badger's hockey team. The previous night's match had been televised on cable. It was the home leg of the annual grudge match against their nearest rivals, the Golden Gophers. Wisconsin had won and Stacy scored the winning goal. She had also got into a fight with a six foot Swedish woman-mountain. For a quiet girl Stacy became a dervish on the ice. The coach loved playing Stacy when she was premenstrual although this invariably ended with her binned and suspended. That game however she did not start the fight and despite being half the size of her opponent put up a good display before both benches emptied onto the ice to join in. Milo noted with approval that the women's team were considerably more aggressive than their male counterparts and everybody loved a good cat fight.
"Stacy, honey," Milo enthused. "You were awesome. How's the eye?"
"Not too bad, thank you Milo," Stacy replied. In fact her jaw ached a lot more as did her knuckles.
Stacy was five foot eight tall and one hundred and twenty pounds. She described herself as big-boned. The male students described her as 'trunky'. She had broad shoulders and slim hips with a flat chest and small bum. She had a small upturned nose and pale brown eyes. Stacy's body had rarely been exposed to male eyes but many women who had viewed it wanted to taste it.
"Geordie's called in sick, can you stay 'til midnight?" asked Milo, knowing that Stacy would say yes but feeling obliged to be polite. 'What is it with the British?' thought Milo. Stacy made him feel small and uncouth and yet she had never been rude to him.
"OK," replied Stacy. 'Lazy little shit,' she thought to herself. Stacy had learnt how to swallow her tongue and remain civil. She was due on later that night and her internal fury was reaching its apogee. Just as well that Geordie was not there. He was a spotty seventeen year old with a crush on Stacy. He had an IQ that was 'almost off the scale' and social skills that were right at the other end. He was a complete fuckwit. Unfortunately he was little different to half the guys on Stacy's course. Women were still under represented in all engineering courses. Most of the time Stacy did not mind.
"Sure, Milo. Double time." It was a statement, not a request.
"Right, honey. When you're ready, help me fill the candy shelves."
'I'm not your fucking honey.'
"OK, Milo." She managed to almost sound chirpy.
Stacy was in the second year of a degree course in civil engineering. Halloween did not really mean much to a British girl and she was glad to be at work rather than at a drunken party.
Stacy had been born in Nottingham; the home of Torvill and Dean and the Bolero. Like many kids she took up skating at a young age. Her main strength was perseverance and a good sense of balance. Stacy could never be graceful enough to figure skate competitively, but then she was introduced to speed skating. Here being gangly was a positive advantage as was a lack of fear of getting hurt.
Stacy was the middle child; sandwiched awkwardly between two boys with Asperger's syndrome. Stacy quickly learnt how to fight, concentrating her energy on her brothers' testicles. They did not have the wherewithal to fight her as a team and lacked her ferocity. It seemed that only she saw them as an extreme version of their father. Stacy's parents treated her with benign neglect.
Stacy entered puberty late which corresponded to a move to London. It was a kind of hell. Her new all- girl school played rugby and Stacy threw herself into the new sport quite literally. She played inside centre and her powerful thighs and undeciphered inner fury made her a formidable opponent. Stacy was utterly fearless and the team never lost when she was playing. Unfortunately fractures prevented her progression to the county team.
When she was sixteen the family moved to the US. Stacy was enrolled in a respectable public high school. Stacy's knowledge of American schooling came entirely from TV and she was surprised that it was not 'Mean Girls' or 'High School Musical'. The school had hockey teams (ice hockey in Stacy's eyes) and her try out seriously impressed the coach. Stacy could skate very quickly and change position just as quickly. The coach provocatively fouled Stacy and had to reverse sharpish when the girl came straight back at her. Stacy accepted the proffered handshake, showing that she had self-control.
Stacy fitted into school effortlessly, aided by her brothers staying in England and her parents largely continuing to ignore her. She was quiet, shy and diffident but extremely intelligent. She broke hearts wherever she went. Stacy quickly made friends although none got that close. 'Mysterious' was Stacy's nickname. No boy made it into her knickers though many tried. Those she fancied were too afraid to approach her.
Although her father was professor of Art, mathematics was Stacy's thing and yet she won a sports scholarship to a Mid-West university to study civil engineering. There were few girls in her class and they were as geeky as the boys. Just like Stacy's brothers. Still she did not mind. The hockey team had a reputation and she fitted in well; at least eventually. Stacy would not say boo to a goose until she was on the ice. Then she was transformed into a bad tempered grizzly bear. Her transformation was so complete that her team mates were more than a little scared of her. The Badger's centre, Jennie Smith would take Stacy home and look after her. Jennie longed to make love to Stacy but never dared to cross that Rubicon.
Stacy did not like her private parts. Her ovaries worked like clockwork. She menstruated every twenty nine days without fail. The week before was purgatory for Stacy and everyone who came into contact with her. She listed ex-boyfriends by how many cycles they survived. Dwayne had somehow managed four periods; most managed only two. The change in her mood when she started bleeding was almost miraculous. Her periods were light but extremely painful. She briefly went on the pill but her blood pressure rose alarmingly after only a single packet.
