Chaos At Cahokia

Disclaimer: All characters are completely fictional and those engaging in sexual activity are of legal age to engage in the adult activities herein described.

This story is a collaboration between myself and a brilliant writer from Yorkshire, England. Atomica24.

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Therefore, you will find both American and British spellings and words throughout the telling of this tale.

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Cahokia State Park

One Mile

The milk chocolate brown sign read as Anna and Franny motored down the somewhat quiet country road.

Anna hated working in the horseradish factory. If it weren't for the company provided showers, she would have been going home stinking to high heaven of that pungent herb. It was decent money, but she never seemed to have enough after the bills were paid to save for anything beyond a very small treat like a candy bar.

Her car was a gift from her uncle Lucius. "It's a classic, gets great fuel milage and best of all you won't have a car note to pay when you get out of college along with your student loans." He had said smiling like the used car salesman that he was. In truth he had taken it in as a trade years before Anna could even drive. Uncle Lucius really just needed to pawn it off on someone so he wouldn't have to pay to dispose of it.

The 1960 AMC Rambler sported both Democrat and Republican party bumper stickers, one on each side of the rear fender. Right under the taillights, along with a plethora of others that festooned the rear end. Most were really so badly faded that one would have to be less than a foot away to read them. The bright canary yellow with chocolate brown trim now pocked with spots of rust that hinted the viewer might need a tetanus shot from looking at it. Originally adorned with sparkling chrome from front to back, the effect of the local acid rain had dulled it before Anna was even conceived in her mother's womb.

Anna as an act of hopeful preservation for her only conveyance had gratefully accepted every free bumper sticker she could. There were even ones inside of the musty smelling and grease speckled rear compartment where the spare tire was kept. That and nine rolls of Duct tape were what was holding the rearend of the vehicle together.

Driving this beast in the summer was hell on earth! The air conditioning unit had deserted its post sometime in the 1990's and there were no replacement units that could be had with her wages. The heater worked very well. So, in the winter she couldn't complain really. The radio would only pick up one AM station...sometimes... If the weather was good and she held her mouth just right.

It was a gas guzzler though at 9 miles to the gallon. When she fired it up it would belch choking blue black smoke, her neighbor Mr. Cotswold would have brief flashbacks of his time in the Persian Gulf War as a member of the Royal Engineers. To him, it sounded just like the Centurion Tank he drove over there. Mr. Cotswold was far from being the only one that described it as sounding like a tank. She tried not to take it on to the interstate as it would overheat at anything above forty-five miles an hour. Additionally, It had an electrical problem that made the operation of it an experience in the word "fickle" on top of everything else.

As a result, Anna had nicknamed the vehicle, Franny as in "Fickle Franny". Anna was on the Collinsville road when Franny began to act up and sputter. The radio coming on one minute and then fading out the next before reengaging. Anna turned it off to try and save the battery so that she had headlights. That worked just long enough for her to pull off of the road right outside of Cahokia State Park. Anna was half way home.

The smell of burning copper and engine coolant battled against the aroma of fresh cut grass as Anna exited the vehicle with a heavy sigh. The billowing clouds of steam rolling out of the underside of the engine compartment indicated to her that Frannie had overheated, yet again.

Anna retrieved her cellphone from the pocket of her linen skirt, to see if she could get her roadside assistance program to give her some help. However, the screen on the device indicated that there was absolutely no signal. "Well, that's just perfect!" she stated in a loud sarcastic tone. Taking a deep breath in, she now exhaled to the sound of crunching gravel from the rear of her vehicle. Anna hoped that the black and white Ford Crown Victoria sedan that had formerly belonged to a local law enforcement agency, could either give her a ride for help, or might have someone more knowledgeable about cars than herself.

"Yo! Tommy lookie what we got here! A genuine damsel in distress!" said the good looking, fair-haired young man in the royal blue tee-shirt with the white encircled R of the local street gang.

Anna wasn't stupid she knew who they were and what they might try to do to her. She was going to play dumb for as long as she could. Maybe, just maybe they would be decent and not mess with her. Though she seriously doubted it as they had a reputation for drugs, rape, robbery and murder. Bribing the police wasn't even beyond the realms of possibility for these guys. In not so many words for an attractive young woman, they were.... Bad News!

"Well, well...Well! How about that!" said the taller broad shouldered African American with the gold tooth smile. "What is a pretty girl, like you doing out here, with this raggedy assed, old, hoopty? This thing smells and looks like it was tossed off of the Mayflower, before the pilgrims landed!" he said as he continued to advance towards her.

Anna chuckled at his joke in part because it was true and also because she didn't want them to know she was aware of their gang affiliation.

"Yeah, my uncle gifted it to me...I think he was originally part of Christopher Columbus's crew to the new world, but they kicked him off the boat, when they discovered he had been a used car salesman back in Spain!" she now said with a smile.

Both thugs now smiled at her feeble joke as they were now within arm's reach of her. She realized that she had made a tactical error in allowing them to get on either side of her and so close. She tried not to panic but it was plain to the thugs she was scared of them.

The one called Tommy said with a menacing smile, "You know we could help you out. But you know" he said as he stroked her breast in an up and down motion with one finger, "ain't nothing in this world worth having is for free. My granddaddy said when he got back from Nam', the saying for doing someone a favor was Gas, Ass Or Grass. Nobody rides for free. So, tell me Goldie Locks do you want to give us your money or grass, before we take that ass?" he now said as they pounced from both sides. Grabbing her arms and dragging her towards the park's restrooms.

Anna struggled to get loose, biting the hand of the blond haired thug when he tried to prevent her from screaming for help. Letting out a pained cry as he retrieved his hand. With the other he let go of her arm in order to back hand her. She in turn punched him in the throat shocking the thug one second and enraging him the next. Fractions of a second later, "Tommy "succeeded in placing her in a full Nelson wrestling hold, while dragging her backwards.

Finding the one door that the maintenance crew had left unlocked the thugs now filled the wheel chair accessible structure as they pushed Anna through the extra wide door.

Tommy flung her toward the back wall of the battle ship gray, cinderblock structure. "Okay! I like it when they fight!" he said as he took off his shirt revealing a well-muscled chest and washboard stomach.

Anna thought briefly that at any other time she might be tempted to let him do things with her as he wasn't bad looking, but his arrogance and violent nature was a real turn off for her.

"If you don't want this to hurt a whole lot, just take your underwear off, lay down and let us do what we want. When we get done giving you the boning you deserve, we will give you a lift into town. If you fight us anymore we will take what we want and no one will ever see you again, Goldie Locks." said the one called Tommy with that same evil smile he'd displayed earlier.

"Go to hell! I'm not spreading my legs for the likes of you two jack asses! I'd rather die first!" stated Anna angrily, as she kicked Jakes' knee out from under him in attempt to get to the door.

However, it was two nearly six foot tall men, to one medium sized, barely five and a half foot tall, Anna. She had temporarily disabled Jake, but the much stockier Tommy was far quicker than his blond colleague. Tommy once again had maneuvered his way around the backside of Anna. Placing her in yet another wrestling hold, he was doing his best to control the feisty fair-haired young woman.

At one point she managed to snap Jakes' head back, with a glancing kick of her foot to his chin. He had been momentarily stunned, but nothing more than that.

"Damn I've fought men that weren't this much trouble!" Was what went through the minds of both thugs. Followed by "What part of hell, did this bitch come from?"

Tommy believed he had the upper hand now, as she was struggling, trying to get loose from his arms. Flopping around, kicking, twisting left to right and back again.

"Get your knife ready to change her fashion sense, Jake." Tommy said with a chuckle. She heard the click of the knife being opened, observing the blade to be about three inches long Anna almost laughed at the miniscule length of the blade.

She briefly thought of the line from Crocodile Dundee "That's not a knife.... This is a knife!" If she could only get to the passenger's side of Franny she would show them a real knife. The eleven inch long blade of the Bowie knife, under her front seat is what she sometimes had to use to pry up the engine compartment lid, when she needed to replace the engine coolant. Long handled screw drivers tended to break, but the three inch wide blade of that piece of Arizona crafted steel never so much as flinched at the task.

Her British neighbor called it "The perfect American sword, for the self-rescuing princess." when he had gifted it to her for her birthday last year. Alas, she was far from being able to reach it.

For several seconds Anna struggled with the two thugs as they tried to divest her of her underwear. Finally seeing her brand new panties sliced to ribbons and laying on the floor as she huffed and puffed, she decided to try and lull her attackers into a different position. She allowed all one hundred thirty pounds of her body to go limp. Tommy, not ready for the sudden loss of rigidity from her was immediately thrown off balance and fell smacking his head on the porcelain toilet, effectively knocking himself unconscious.

Anna quickly stood to deliver a knee to Jake's groin, and a headbutt to his nose, splattering her beautiful pale lavender, linen shirt with the blood of her attacker, before she managed to fling the door open to the park.

Anna knew Cahokia State Park like some know the back of their hands. However, Anna wasn't as fast as Jake. After several minutes of running, he caught her near the base of Monks Mound. Bringing Anna down in a flying tackle he had knocked the air out of her. Unable now to struggle for the lack of oxygen in her body, Jake was able to lift her skirt, spread her legs as he fished out his erection from his jeans. Anna felt him roughly part her outer labia with his hand.

"Now just be still and I won't be tempted to slit your throat when I'm done with you! I just want a piece of ass and you're going to give it to me." He said panting.

Anna had gradually regained her breath and was feeling around on the ground for one of the rocks that formed the outline of the mound, near the walking path where they currently were. Just as she felt the head of his penis start to part her inner labia she found what she had been searching for.

My God he is positively huge! He's never going to fit inside of me! Damn it that's not a penis! That's a telephone pole he's using! Anna thought in a panic induced determination for relief from his attempt at her deflowering.

"Oh, you feel so good, nice and tight! You must be a virgin. Well don't worry I won't tell anyone I popped your cherry. "Jake said as he pressed against her maidenhead. "Ow! Ow! No! Don't!" Anna cried as she simultaneously brought the rock up in a strong, rapidly forceful manner, repeatedly to the side of the would be rapist's head and pushed with all of the strength in her legs to disengage their bodies before he was able to breach her virtue.

With a stunned cry of pain and a grunt, Jake slumped over her body with blood trickling from his temple where she had hit him. Just as Anna crawled out from under the unconscious man, she heard Tommy yell "Jake! You Mother Fucker! How dare you not share that little bitch with me! When I find you, I'm going to beat the shit out of you! You damn stingy, double crossing, bastard! Where are you? You little fucking punk!"

Anna quickly and quietly scrambled to the top of Monks Mound. The hundred foot climb not only put her far enough from her assailants, but from the top she would also be able to observe them before they saw her. Plus, she knew where the dear trails leading from the top of the mound were, even in the dark. "Yeah try to find me now, assholes we have more than two thousand acres to play hide and seek. Anna thought now smiling, at the memory of all of the times, she and her seven brothers had played the game as children, in this very location.

She watched as Jake stood shakily, just as Tommy found him and began questioning Jake as to what happened. Jake said "That little bitch got away again,.... she got away again, and she made my head hurt. I almost popped her cherry! But she made my head hurt and bleed instead. I don't even care about letting her live now. After you fuck her, I'm slitting that little cunt's throat! Damn My head hurts! She has to be around here somewhere she can't stay hidden forever!"

Tommy rubbing his own head now said "Yeah? She's still got her cherry huh? Well...That will be even sweeter, when we pluck it from her snaggle assed bush! Yeah, let's see if she went back to that piece of shit car, first."

Grateful that she hadn't gone back to Franny to retrieve her knife now they would have caught her for sure if she had.

She watched them approach her car, dumping out the contents of her purse now and finding her last three dollars. She almost laughed out loud when she heard. "Damn, man! This bitch be broke as a joke, homey! Even I got more than three dollars on me! Fuck she ain't even got any Grass, dude!" Anna hadn't done pot since she turned eighteen. Anna didn't have the money to waste on it, really it didn't do anything for her, but make her cough for two days afterward, and her job did random drug testing anyway. Why risk the only job she could get without a college degree. Anna was going to treat herself to either a small bowl of Ice cream at the fancy Ice cream parlor in Collinsville or a lottery ticket she hadn't decided which one when this happened. Fortunately, after searching her glove box and only finding the usual documents they had moved on to the rear compartment, which they couldn't get open, because they didn't know you had to have the special "Trunk key" that had been on her key ring, which had been lost somewhere in their struggles to rape her. They hadn't found her massive, Bowie knife. Hopefully, Anna wouldn't need it.

Anna continued to watch them in silence, scurry about the park, like chickens with their heads cut off on the ground below. She watched every comical move from atop the mound. They had tried to climb some of the smaller mounds, but didn't know where the proper steps to them were, so the bumbling duo came tumbling down the steep slopes. In a couple of places, they had spooked the sleeping wild deer that used the park as a grazing area and in turn had been startled by the animals jumping up out of the waist high grass. The surprised criminals yelling in fright and falling yet again down a slope. At one point they had been run over by a herd of about five or six does, before the big buck shook his horns at them and snorted a warning prior to chasing them away from one area after the next! First trying to keep together, but then having a disagreement about where they should check next, they split up. After Jake said "we can cover more ground if we spread out. She can't hide forever this place isn't that big. Just holler out when you find her, and I'll be right over." With that she saw them head in opposite directions.

"Ow! Oh shit! Something just bit me!" Exclaimed Tommy from the edge of the woods that bordered the park. Yep! There's a sign that warns people to stay on the paths because there are venomous snakes on the edges of the park. Anna smiled with the thought that the park was exacting her revenge for her. She watched the big black man stagger towards one of the benches near the park entrance, before he slumped down breathing hard enough for her to hear while holding his chest. She heard a gurgling sort of sound before it stopped, and Tommy toppled over onto the bench as though asleep.

It was then that she heard the tell-tale sound of a rattlesnake in the vicinity of the steps to Monks Mound. Shortly followed by "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I know that little bitch is up there! How do we get past that damn snake? Fuck! It just bit me! Damn that hurts! Fuck! it did it again! Oh shit! There are two of those bastards! Fuck, this!" Anna, watched Jake hobble away from the steps to the mound and over to the park bench where Tommy's body lay.

"Tommy, I'm out of here! I need a doctor! Tommy? Tommy, come on let's get out of here, I need a doctor. Tommy this ain't no time to sleep, bro!" Jake now kicked Tommy's lifeless corpse. Receiving no response from his fellow thug, Jake pulled Tommy's cell phone out of a pocket. Using the flashlight application to illuminate the dead man's face, reality struck Jake. "Aw shit! Tommy you picked a hell of a time to fuckin die man! Shit your heavy!" The flashlight turned off and she watched Jake grab Tommy under the arms and begin dragging the body through the gravel parking lot, towards the old bullet riddled police cruiser.

As she watched Jake struggle to drag Tommy out of the Park the full moon rose. Unexplainably, she heard footsteps beside her. Seconds later she heard a flute and what sounded like some sort of chanting prayer in a language not her own. Spinning about she saw no one on the platform top with her.

Anna heard a very loud, pained, grunting sort of cry and watched Jake suddenly fall backward against the old vehicle and not stand back up.

Anna waited, the chanting continued and got louder until it sounded as though it was not more than a foot from her.

Suddenly a very strong gust of wind threw Anna to her knees and lifted her skirt over her bare buttocks. Anna felt gentle but definitely masculine hands on her hips. She felt someone gently caressing and stroking her labia. They tapped her pleasure nub a couple of times. "They?" she questioned herself Yes! They! It wasn't a single person that was doing this. There were far too many hands that were making Anna feel really good as they caressed every inch of her body! She began feeling herself build with joyous pressure. She looked everywhere and saw no person. "Oh! Oh! Oh! On My God!" screamed Anna as her climax suddenly over took her! Her fingers digging into the rich earth as the smell of fresh dew laden grass filled her nostrils. The convulsions wracking her body as she thrust back in search of something to stretch her opening, that deep instinctual desire to have a man fill her and quiet the ache deep in her body. That instinct took hold as she thrust her hips backward in search of the manly solution to her heated condition. She went unpenetrated but not unfulfilled.