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Behind The Barred Window
Welcome to Redneck
© 2017 by Lorenzo Marks. All rights reserved. Not for sale.
She was woken by the bright sun in her eyes, and coming to her senses, Robin became aware of a dull, persistent throbbing in the back of her head. She tried to move her face away from the light but something hard was gripping the back of her neck, preventing her from turning it to either side. Her throat was parched, but on attempting to swallow, she also discovered that a crude wooden device had been jammed between her teeth, forcing her jaws apart.
A warm breeze caressed her bare skin, and by tilting her head forward she could see that she was still naked. She wiggled her toes which barely brushed against the grass, and then tried to raise her legs, only to find that they were shackled together at the ankles by a heavy chain. Her arms were also tightly bound behind her back, and after a little experimentation, Robin concluded to her dismay, that she was effectively immobilized.
Quickly realizing that to struggle against her bonds would waste valuable energy she might need at a more opportune moment, Robin concentrated instead upon trying to subdue the bubble of panic rising in her stomach by breathing deeply through her nostrils and focusing upon the treeline directly in front of her. Although she was incapable of looking around at all of her surroundings, Robin was pretty sure that this was not the same clearing that they had all been taken to the previous day.
The last thing she remembered was kneeling by the side of that frightening mountain man called Bart, while watching poor Dexy crawl naked around the floor, her body cruelly punctured by dozens of fishhooks. In between forcing Robin to suck on his thick, rancid cock, Bart had insisted on pouring several jars of moonshine down Robin’s throat. She wasn’t a drinker by any means, and it had only been a matter of time before the powerful liquor had gotten the better of her. At some point during the madness, she had obviously passed out, and now here she was, naked and incapacitated, and with a hangover from hell!
As the sun rose higher in the sky, Robin turned her attention, as best she could, to what might have become of the others. She had no way of knowing how far she had been transported the previous night, and for all she knew, she could be miles away from them by now, although she didn’t think that likely.
Dexy was the last one of her friends she had laid eyes on, and it was a painful image to recall. The poor woman had been forced to exercise to the point of exhaustion in front of those leering hillbillies, before being made to perform that excruciatingly embarrassing squealing pig impression! The fact that Dexy taught an aerobics class back in the city seemed to add insult to her emotional injury. Even so, that would have been nothing in comparison to the physical pain the buxom redhead had been forced to endure later on, when Ray and Uncle Wilbur had systematically inserted the fishhooks into the most sensitive areas of her body!
Robin’s last glimpse of Candice had been just before she and Dexy had been manhandled inside the cabin. Their de facto leader had spent the duration of Dexy’s exercise ordeal trussed up on the muddy ground in just her vest and briefs, with her wrists and ankles bound awkwardly together behind her back. And what about Jasmine, the beautiful blonde teenager who had foolishly tried to escape? After Candice had saved her younger sister’s life by disrupting Jess’s rifle shot, they had all watched in horror as Bart had dragged Jasmine off by her hair towards a small outhouse. Was she still inside there? Or had they merely finished her off out of sight? Robin emitted a gargled sob from the back of her throat as she tried to banish that awful possibility from her mind.
Wherever they all were right now, it was clear that these madmen had no intention of letting them go. Ray had said as much, hadn’t he? It still seemed beyond belief that they were all going to be kept as wives! And yet Dexy had already been taken by the toothless old Uncle Wilbur, and Ray appeared to be saving Candice for himself. That left his cousin Jess and that skinny boy Junior to fight over Jasmine – maybe even share her? – while Bart had apparently laid claim to Robin. She let out another involuntary wail of misery at the prospect of spending months, perhaps years, living in sexual servitude to that hairy giant of a man.
And that miserable thought raised the question of why had she been left alone out here, instead of being subjected to the endless rapes that she had been bracing herself for. Was this part of some sadistic training ritual, designed to break her spirit? She recalled now, with some regret, how she had displayed her feisty nature on first encountering Ray and Jess back on the trail. Well, whatever they had planned for her, as fearful as she was, Robin resolved not to let herself down by giving in without a fight!
Her convoluted thoughts were interrupted by the squeak of rusty door hinges, and a moment later the bearded figure of Bart loomed in front of her. A new wave of terror surged through her and a spontaneous mewl emanated from the back of her yawning throat. Bart watched her for a few seconds, his dark, unsmiling eyes roaming up and down her secured, naked body. The fact that Robin had already been forced to perform fellatio on this disgusting man several times the previous evening, did nothing to diminish the self-consciousness she felt right now. And it got even worse a moment later when she heard Ray’s unmistakable voice off to one side. “Well, it looks like our nigger bitch is wide awake, bright and early!”
As the apparent headman of this depraved mountain village appeared in her field of vision, Robin looked away, her inability to close her mouth somehow exacerbating her sense of vulnerability. The two men studied her at their leisure a little while longer before Ray said, “Well, let’s get her in the hole. We’ve got hunting to do.”
Hole? Robin’s heart began to beat a little harder as Bart crouched at her shackled feet. She heard a sliding sound followed by a thud, and was then immediately overwhelmed by a vile stench that wafted up from below. Against her better judgment, Robin craned her neck forward, and although her limited view was mostly obscured by her breasts, she could make out a circular opening in the grass a few inches in front of her dangling feet.
Dear God! They’re going to put me in there? What is that terrible smell? It smells like… shit!
“Careful now, Bart,” Ray said. “Looks like she’s getting ready to piss herself!”
And sure enough, to her chagrin, Robin could feel a little dribble of urine trickling down the inside of her thigh. Bart straightened up, gave her a sneering grin, and then moved off to one side. With mounting dread, Robin now heard a metallic cranking sound and her entire body rose up off the ground. She swung helplessly for a moment, and when the cranking noise started again, she slowly began to descend into the reeking hole. Galvanized with fear, Robin attempted to kick her feet, but the chain attached to her ankles was way too heavy. A moment later, she felt her bare toes make contact with a cold, glutinous fluid – and Robin began to struggle against her bonds in earnest.
“Nangh! Nng! Gargh!” Oh please, don’t do this! She screamed in her head. You can’t drown me in a fucking cesspit!
“Don’t understand a word you’re saying, honey,” Ray mocked. “And I thought you were a college educated girl!”
Inch by inch, Bart lowered her secured body, as first her feet and then her shins disappeared into the thick, stinking goo. With lateral movement impossible, Robin started jerking her head up and down, a thin bay of revulsion issuing from her open mouth. Disgusted at the sensation of the thick muck between her toes, she twisted her waist in a last frantic attempt to escape the inevitable.
“Just look at her!” Ray laughed. “She really don’t want to go in there, does she?”
“She’ll get used to it, in time,” Bart growled.
In time? Dear God! How long are they planning on keeping me in there?
She was submerged up to her navel now, and unable to feel anything solid under her feet, Robin had no way of ascertaining just how deep the pit was. Her fevered mind again considered the possibility that they actually intended to drown her in fecal matter! This was so wrong! She was a good woman. She had worked hard in life! Surely it couldn’t all just end like this? What a dishonorable way to go!
As the slimy surface made contact with the undersides of her breasts, Robin’s bladder gave out, and she closed her eyes in shame as she added to the human waste that was swallowing her. When she opened them again, she could no longer see the jeans-clad legs of her two tormentors, her head having sunk below the rim of the pit. The stench was breathtaking now, and she retched several times in succession, her eyes blinded by tears.
As the cool, clinging muck rose up to her neck, she raised her chin in utter disgust. Now she understood why her mouth had been wedged open! A couple more inches and the surface layer of shit was about to pour unimpeded over her lower lip! She retched again, drew her neck back as far as possible – and then her feet unexpectedly hit terra firma.
Oh, thank God! They’re not going to drown me after all!
Her elation was short-lived however, as she blinked away the tears and took in her underground surroundings. With her head tilted back, she ascertained that she was a foot or so beneath the earth’s surface. She swiveled her eyes forward, and directly in front of her face was the open end of a blue pipe. That definitely did not bode well.
With her bare feet just touching firmer earth, Robin quickly determined that she needed to stay on her toes with her face slightly inclined in order to prevent the skin of brown sludge from flooding into her gaping mouth. If she was going to have to spend any length of time down here, as she now figured she most likely would, then that might end up becoming no easy feat!
The two rednecks’ faces appeared in the circle of blue sky above her, and as much as she resented having to look up into their eyes, the prospect of lowering her chin and taking in a mouthful of human waste was simply not an option. She retched again as she thought of the bacteria and parasites that were dwelling inside the pit with her. If she failed in her battle to keep her face above the watery crap, she knew that she would risk exposure to any number of diseases!
“Just look at you now! Fancy city girl bathing in shit like a black pig!” Ray sneered. With the harness preventing her from turning her head to either side, Robin shut her eyes tight to spare herself of the sight of his pitiless expression.
“Oh, you may well close those angry eyes,” Ray said. “But Bart has made sure that big mouth of yours will remain wide open! And it really is one big mouth, ain’t that so, Bart?”
“Fuck yeah!” Bart chuckled. “Took all of my seven inches!”
Robin gagged again, the stench of the pit still tormenting her nostrils as she involuntarily recalled the image of Bart’s thick, white cock. He was right. In her terror, she had indeed taken it right up to the back of her throat like a street whore. She couldn’t imagine what her circle of friends at home would say if they ever found out about that – a respectable member of an urban African-American community deep-throating an uneducated, white trash country hick! Perish the thought!
“Now I expect you’re waiting for me to tell you why we’ve dropped you into that stinking hole,” Ray said. “You’re probably wondering if you did something wrong. Perhaps you didn’t please Bart enough with your nigger mouth? Or maybe this could be your punishment for sassing me back on the trail?”
Robin opened her eyes and forced herself to look up at his hateful face. Of course she wanted to know why she was in here! At least then she might have a starting point from which to prevent it from happening again. If she was ever going to figure out how to escape from this evil place, it certainly wasn’t going to happen down in a filthy cesspit!
“Sad fact is, though,” Ray said, “there is no reason. We just figured that you belong down there. Now your friends are all serving their new husbands by cooking, cleaning, and well, you know, just performing. But you’re not even worthy of being a mountain man’s wife. You’re the wrong damn color, for starters! So you’ll just have to stay in there until we can figure out what to do with you.”
For all the physical assaults on her senses right now, Robin was actually paying close attention to this sick man’s words. And if she had just heard him right, as a black woman, they didn’t even consider her worthy of being an impoverished mountain man’s sex slave! As degrading as that was, it led her back to the dreaded question – did that mean they were planning on eventually killing her after all?
She desperately needed to ask him that, but or course she had been turned her into an open-mouthed statue, buried up to her neck in human crap! She couldn’t talk, move her arms and legs, or even shake her head! She was utterly useless!
don’t know about you Bart,” Ray said. “But I can’t take this stink anymore.”
“Me either,” Bart said. “Let’s get her covered up.”
As the two heads disappeared, Robin involuntarily broke wind into the soup of excrement she was immersed in, the bubble popping on the surface behind her. But she was too terrified to worry about those kind of niceties right now.
Don’t go! Tell me how I can be a good slave! You can’t leave me alone down here!
Yet without any further comment from above, Robin watched in horror as Bart slid the wooden lid back into place with a solid thump, and her world was suddenly plunged into darkness.
How much time had passed since she had been left alone in the pit, Robin could only guess at. She had spent the whole time focusing on keeping up on her toes so that her lower jaw didn’t slip below the viscous veneer of poop. She had taken a modicum of comfort from the ambient light that had found its way through the wooden lid. She wasn’t in total darkness, thank the Lord! That might just have sent her insane! As her eyes had grown accustomed to the gloom, she had been able to distinguish the circular wall of the pit above the sloshing muck that she was immersed in. She could also make out the round aperture of the pipe directly in front of her face – and that was what held all of her attention right now.
At first, it was nothing more than a distant subterranean rumbling sound that had alerted her. Then the movement of the pipe had caught her eye. Being extremely careful not to lower her aching neck too far, Robin now watched with growing consternation as the plastic began to vibrate in front of her.
The rumble intensified, sounding now more like a rush, and as the pipe trembled more violently, she suddenly anticipated what was about to occur. Emitting a gargled scream, she tip-toed backward, but only managed to move a couple of inches before bumping against the back of the hole. Frantically, she shimmied to her right, her shoulder bouncing against the dirt wall, but there was simply no room to maneuver her face away from that wretched pipe!
She craned her neck back as far as it would go, and saw that the that ropes suspending her exited through a cut-out in the wooden lid. In desperation, she attempted to jerk her head from side to side, but the wooden device holding her from behind was vice-like and unmovable.
The rush had by now built to a crescendo, and Robin could only brace herself in despair as she finally comprehended why they had restrained her this way. Her open mouth, the lack of lateral head movement, the positioning of the pipe – all had apparently been engineered with malicious precision. Now all she could do was wait for the inevitable.
Panting uncontrollably, Robin’s eyes grew wide with horror as she saw the brown discharge pouring out of the opening. Within seconds it had turned into a powerful gush, and before she had time to blink, her entire face was covered in warm, slimy shit that filled her eyes, nostrils, and inevitably her cavernous mouth!
For an eternal moment, she could neither see, hear, nor breath, and a bolt of panic shot through her entire body. She jerked against her bonds, coughed, snorted, and jerked her head violently up and down. It took several more seconds before she realized she was breathing through her nostrils again, but with that came the revolting sensation of muculent goop sloshing around her mouth. She could smell it and taste it, and now the retching came in earnest.
This cannot be happening! I have shit in my mouth! Human shit! Their shit! It’s all over me! Everywhere! Every inch of my body, in my hair, inside every orifice! Oh, no, no, no! You disgusting bastards!
Just the idea that she was wallowing naked in a mixture of other peoples’ dissolved feces sparked another bout of hysteria, and Robin writhed and twisted against her bonds, but all to no avail. Tiring quickly, she eventually stilled her body and focused instead upon trying to eject the brown filth from her mouth. She was still gasping and she had to take care that she didn’t choke on the revolting stuff! The problem was, with her jaws pried apart, it was as much as she could do not to swallow any of it as well!
The next half an hour was a supreme test of Robin’s self control. Her natural instinct of course, was to fight and scream her way out of that putrid hole, but doing so merely stirred up more of the shitty water around her. It was a painful and difficult learning process, but eventually Robin forced herself to remain motionless and allow the surface to settle. Her open mouth remained half full of the vile liquid feces however, and so her bodily actions were limited to pushing as much of it out as she could with her tongue.
The minutes ticked by, and the day above grew hotter. The crap that had covered her head began to dry, turning into a thin hard crust. She could feel it in the corners of her eyes, inside her nostrils, and caking over her stretched lips. She tried to convince herself that it was only mud, and not the product of other peoples’ bowels, but that didn’t work. God, how she wanted to take a shower right now!
After much sustained effort, Robin succeeded in flicking most of the shit out of her mouth. The problem now was that her calves were beginning to ache after standing on her toes for so long, and she began to feel stabbing pains in the back of her neck. Miserably she understood that this too, had to be part of their meticulously planned design. She had a choice. She could suffer the pain, or lower her feet and head – which would mean taking in another mouthful of human waste! The cruelest part was that the sick fuckers were leaving the onus upon her whether or not to allow the awful sludge inside her mouth! And to think she had earlier written them off as a bunch of stupid rednecks! More tears sprang to her eyes, and these ones were not caused by her sporadic retching. Robin angrily blinked them away – she had always been a fighter, and she would damn well hold her head up for as long as she was able!
She kept a rough track of time by watching the thin bars of sunlight moving around the damp mud walls of the pit. She knew she had been down there for hours, but how many she could only guess at. The pain in her calves and neck had long since become intolerable, and so after a long internal argument, she had been forced to make a compromise with herself. As much as it disgusted her to her very soul, she had no option other than to lower her feet for a minute or so – and subsequently the rest of her body – before standing back up on her toes to get her mouth out the swill. This of course meant that the almost blissful relief she felt in her leg and neck muscles when resting, was offset by the nauseating sensation of liquefied shit rushing into her open mouth. A new round of spontaneous retching would immediately result, and she would thrash around with her tongue in a futile attempt to eject the putrid scum, but because the surface level was about an inch higher than her chin, this would be a waste of time until she lifted her aching body back up higher again.
Eventually, sheer exhaustion took over, and she miserably resigned herself to standing with a mouth half filled with macerated excrement. Astonishingly, after a while, she realized she had stopped retching, and by breathing through her nose, she managed to avoid choking on the shit. Although this eliminated much of the physical torture, her anguished mind now went into overdrive. She was also becoming a little worried that the smell was no longer as offensive as when she had first been dropped in here. She recalled Bart’s remark that she would eventually get used to be covered in human shit. God forbid! The sheer injustice of what they were doing to her almost drove her over the edge with fury. Robin was an educated woman, not a subterranean organism feeding off human waste! How the fuck dare they! Then, just as her outrage threatened to consume her completely, she heard the telltale far off rumble as the dreaded plastic pipe started to quiver in front of her face again.
Oh, God no. Not again!
As she stared wide-eyed at the shuddering plastic opening, it occurred to her now that she had probably been deposited in a communal cesspit that served all of the cabins. This would mean that whenever any of them flushed, their stinking waste matter would flow through the rudimentary plumbing system directly into her face! And this could easily occur dozens of times before they finally freed her!
Unable to turn her head, she frantically tried to bite down on the wooden rods holding her jaws apart. She couldn’t do anything about being splattered in the face, but if she could just break the homemade gag, at least she wouldn’t have to suffer the disgrace of taking yet another mouthful of sewage on board. As the telltale surging noise increased in volume, she squeezed her aching jaws together as hard as she possibly could, but even as her head felt like it was going to split apart, the infernal gag held firm! With a whimper of despair, she jerked back against the mud wall of the pit as the brown slime erupted towards her. Her mouth was instantly filled with putrid muck as once more, her entire head was coated with liquefied poop! Robin screamed like a madwoman inside her head as human excrement again clogged her nostrils, eyes and mouth!
The stinking deluge abated almost as quickly as it had arrived, leaving Robin retching and coughing up the shit-water swilling around her tongue and teeth. She was desperate to get it out of there, but with the gag making it impossible for her to spit, she was doomed to either leave the crap where it had settled or swallow it! Tears of rage filled her eyes as she gagged and heaved again and again. This simply couldn’t be happening!
As the latest discharge of shit began to harden on her face and in her hair, the pit gradually darkened, and Robin’s feverish mind turned over the nightmarish events of the past forty-eight hours. It really didn’t seem that long ago since she, Candice, Dexy and Jasmine had been hiking along a marked trail in a national park, secure in the knowledge that they would all be tucked up in a clean bed by the end of the day. How that had all changed when they had encountered those two vile hillbillies, Ray and Jess! They had been stripped, forced to march for miles off course, and then taken by boat to God knew where, deep in the mountains. Ray had laughed when Robin had said they would be rescued soon. Undoubtedly their families and friends would already be getting concerned that none of them had made contact for so long, but they would surely be considering the possibility of an accident rather than abduction at this point. And what if Ray and his cronies had left false evidence out there in order to point any rescue parties in the wrong direction? After all, they had confiscated their backpacks and everything they had been carrying, so it was entirely possible that could have been part of their plan.
Her convoluted thoughts fast-forwarded to today’s appalling events. After the depraved ‘party’ in the cabin the previous night where Dexy had been so horribly tortured with fish hooks, and Robin had repeatedly been forced to perform fellatio on Bart, she had been convinced that a long night of rape was sure to follow. How wrong she had been. Standing up to her nose in human excrement had not even remotely factored into her reckoning!
As night began to fall, and there were no signs of activity above ground, Robin was left with nothing to do but stare at the darkening outline of the pipe, and think. When were they going to come back for her? Ray had said she would stay down here until they had decided upon her fate. When was that going to be? In spite of her own horrible circumstances, she still couldn’t help wondering what was happening to Jasmine, Candice and Dexy right now.
During the dark night, she periodically tested her bonds, but any movements she made caused the pool of shit water in her mouth to swill around, which would result in more uncontrollable gagging. As her deep misery started to get the better of her, Robin found herself longing for anyone to come – even one of the crazy mountain men. They could do with her whatever they wanted up there. Anything had to be better than this! Feeling lonely and abandoned, Robin let out a moan of desolation that only emerged as a low shitty gurgle.
Then she heard that now-familiar distant rumble reverberating down the pipe. Shit! Literally!
Somewhere among the network of cabins, somebody had flushed their latrine. It could have been Bart, or Ray, or Uncle Wilbur, or maybe even one of her own friends. It didn’t matter who. Very soon, Robin’s head was going to be coated with another layer of wet, smelly poop. As utterly wretched as she felt right now, Robin couldn’t help letting out a mirthless, strangled laugh – because tonight she really was in deep shit!
TO BE CONTINUED.