Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 18:02:01 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rural SLAVES-8

"CLETUS' AUTO REPAIR SHOP"
 40 year old Glenn Summers of Chesapeake Falls hung from the ceiling of
'Clestus' Auto Shop' on his back in chains and a leather harness. Thin
wires bound his ankles and wrists in a helpless submissive position for
abuse for hours on end. He was tortured repeatedly by the sadistic
mechanic (Cletus) and his helper (Judas), and the Sheriff. The 2 country
bumpkins fucked, fisted, and raped him whenever they desired. Unlike his
sons (Mathew and Bradon), Glenn was too old to sell on the Market for
profit, -most of the buyers wanted young tight bodies, not 40 year olds
with flabby tits and a gut. So he was left to the mechanics to do with as
they pleased, and they pleased themselves over and over again, fucking
poor Glenn's hairy asshole until it resembled an open red crater, gushing
semen like white hot dripping lava. His tits were fit with nipple clamps,
which pinched into the soft flesh like fingernails and made his nipple
bright red and sore. His mouth and throat ached from all the thick hard
cocks rammed inside. His stomach was full of digested cum shot down his
throat, and his asshole hung open like the mouth of a dead fish,
constantly dripping discarded semen onto the garage room floor.
Occasionally Cletus would let Brutus (the shop's dog) lick up the spilled
cum from the floor, then let him lick it straight from Glenn's leaking
man-hole itself. Several times Brutus tried to jump up and mount Glenn,
but he was hung too high for the dog's cock to reach. Cletus promised
Brutus that he'd have a chance to fuck Glenn after they cut him down from
the ceiling. Glenn wasn't looking forward to becoming tied to the dog.
For one thing, his cock was huge!

 Glenn counted the minutes since he last saw any of the 3 rapists. Judas
had been the last one to use him. The young muscular 21 year old hick
hill-billy fucked 2 heaping loads of hot cum into Glenn's aching bowels
before leaving with Cletus in the pick-up truck  to run an errand. That
was 30 minutes ago. Glenn saw no one since. If he was to escape this
torture and find his sons, now was the time! Unfortunately the wires
Cletus used to bound him were sharp, and cut into Glenn's skin every time
he tried to break free. Blood dripped from his ankles and his wrists from
where the cuts sliced through. But Glenn was determined to find his boys.
16 and 17 year old Matt and Brad were all he had left after his wife's
death, and he wasn't about to lose them too. So despite the pain of the
wires cutting into his flesh, Glenn forced his hands free, enabling him
to reach down and untangle his bound ankles.
 Every move was painful. His body ached from the beatings it took and the
fuckings he received. Once his ankles were free, he removed the nipped
clamps and climbed down out of the leather harness he was strapped in by
gripping the metal chains hanging from the ceiling and hoisted himself up
out of the sling. He was careful not to make any noise as he stepped onto
the cold floor. His legs were weak as the blood slowly rushed back into
them. He could feel his loosened anus dripping masses of dispensed semen
onto the floor and down the backs of his hairy legs. He tried tightening
the ruined anal muscles, but they were too exhausted and flabby from all
the stretching they took to be of any use at all.

 Glenn had to hold onto things as he pushed himself forward to cross the
room. He could feel the power slowly coming back into his legs, but he
was still too weak to stand on his own. From a window he could see the
Sheriff leaning against his police car smoking a cigarette. Glenn know he
wasn't quite up for a physical fight just yet, he needed time to
recuperate and gather his strength if he was to have a fighting chance.
Outside, Brutus (the dog) sniffed about the grounds without a care. When
he heard a faint sound in the garage, he decided to investigate. Glenn
and the big brownish/gray Bloodhound came face to face. Brutus showed his
teeth, scaring Glenn as he tried to run for safety. His weakened legs
gave out, and he fell to the floor in a heap. Brutus was on him in a
flash, jumping on his back and humping at his bare swollen asshole like a
horny teenager. Glenn struggled to get free without making the dog bite
him, but Brutus's huge hung cock found it's target, and slammed in before
Glenn could make a move. He screamed in physical pain (alerting the
Sheriff) as Brutus' doggy dick bored straight through him, and buried
itself in his cum creamed ass.

 The Sheriff was taking a break from roaming the interstate looking for
new captives to recruit. He spent the last couple of hours driving the
long highway with no success, and decided to stop by the shop to have a
quick look in on Glenn and perhaps get his cock taken care of. With
Cletus and Judas away at the moment, he'd have free reign over Glenn to
himself. When he heard Glenn's sudden cry in anguish, the threw away his
cigarette and ran into the shop to see what all the fuss was about. He
stopped in his tracks, surprised to see no one in the sling. Alarmed, he
pulled his gun from his holster, and cased the shop for the missing
father of two. He laughed to himself out loud when he found Glenn (face
down, ass up) on the floor, getting his butt fucked royally by Brutus. It
was obvious by the pitiful painful expression on Glenn's beaten face,
that Brutus was riding his ass hard and strong. He put his gun away and
walked into the room for a better look. Glenn peaked up at him from the
floor, tears falling from his red swollen eyes as he begged for help.

"Pl...pl...pleeeasseee.....!!" was all he could manage to mutter upon
deaf ears.

 The Sheriff laughed, taking a seat close by to watch the action. Glenn
felt the huge dog cock ripping through his stretched anus, ramming back
and forth with freshly oiled piston like speed. The dog's hairy balls
slapped against his ass with each deep thrust as he begged for help.
Brutus' gigantic (baseball size) knot tore through his aching anus,
punching into him like a fist. Glenn was beside himself with despair, and
found himself willing to sell his soul to the devil just to get the beast
off his back. But once the knot was implanted, there was no turning back.
Glenn was forced to take all the dog had to offer as his relentless
thrusts slammed his over sized canine cock deep into his red bloated
colon. The Sheriff found it amusing, and pulled his grimey cock from his
uniform pants and stroked himself while watching Glenn's demise. He loved
seeing men put in subservient positions. Especially arrogant and over
privileged men. He didn't know Glenn Summers well, but he could tell that
the man's had a comfortable life. A big expensive mobile home, 2 handsome
healthy kids, probably a big over sized house and a BMW or a Mercedes
parked in the drive. The Sheriff knew his type, -the money type. They
looked their noses down on hard working folk like himself. He thought
Glenn was just where he deserved to be, on the floor on his knees with
his ass in the air getting fucked by dogs!

 He saw Glenn's eyes pop when Brutus started to cum. The dog humped and
growled as he filled his new bitch with his seed, doggy drool dripping
down on Glenn's sweaty back like paste. The Sheriff was so turned on that
he got down on his knees and presented his cock to Glenn to suck. He
shoved the stiff hardon between the 40 year old's lips, and fucked his
face. Glenn found himself sucking on instinct. Despite all the things
he'd been through, he found himself being conditioned to please his
captors. He wrapped his numbing lips around the man's steel like cock,
and attacked it with his tongue as Brutus made his final thrusts into his
bowels. The Sheriff groaned in approval, gripping Glenn by the head as he
thrust into his face harder. He pulled his hair at the roots painfully,
Glenn groaned in pain as he was fucked at both ends by the inhuman
animals. Cletus and Judas entered the shop just as the Sheriff was
shooting his bitter juice in Glenn's mouth. Glenn knew better than to
reject the rancid tasting liquid, and drank it quickly trying to avoid
his taste-buds.

"Well, well, well...what have we here?" asked Cletus, nudging Judas as
they watched their pet captive fucked at both ends. "Looks like the
Sheriff's been having his way with our bitches!"

"You assholes left him alone! Brutus caught this bastard trying to
escape." explained the Sheriff. "I saw no reason why I couldn't get in on
some of the action."

"Gooood BOY!" cheered Judas, patting Brutus on the back as he helped him
dislodge from Glenn's overly abused and extremely loose asshole. His
doggy cock plopped out (even with the knot still inflated) of the super
wet wide hole. Glenn screamed around the Sheriff's embedded cock as
masses of semen and slime cascaded from his anal opening, spilling onto
the floor and down the insides of his hairy legs. Cletus saw the big wet
red cum-hole, and couldn't resist it. He hastily reached into his
overalls, pulled out his hard cock, and shoved it instantly up Glenn's
ass for the umpteenth time today. Glenn felt the intrusion of male
appendage, but was way too tied and exhausted to fight. He merely grunted
as his ass was fucked again, in the same position Brutus had attacked
him.

"Step aside grampa." said Judas, replacing the Sheriff at Glenn's mouth.
Glenn felt the fat young cock poke into his face, and opened his mouth to
accept it in defeat. Judas jammed his entire length in, shoving all the
way into Glenn's sore throat with the first plunge. Glenn frowned his
face painfully, but took the entire cock. His throat ballooned to make
room for the hard muscle as it scrapped by his swollen and bruised
tonsils. They'd been throat and butt fucking him since his arrival, he
hated to admit it, but his body was getting used to taking their enormous
rods in his tortured holes, taking them at full length thrust rather
easily (if no less painfully).

 Cletus and Judas looked at each other as they fucked him, laughing and
grinning in sync as they watched the other's cock plug into his oral and
anal openings. They fucked him rough and relentless, purposely hammering
his holes to see who could break him and make him moan the loudest. Each
stroke of the big pricks caused Glenn to cry and groan, but that wasn't
enough to satisfy them. He fucked him harder and deeper, pulling their
cocks completely from his gaping holes and then ramming in all the way up
to their fat swinging balls. Glenn was long dicked and hammered by both
men, fucked in a dueling contest to see who would cum in him first.
 The Sheriff had seen enough. Having already cum, he needed another
cigarette, and reached into his pocket for his smokes. He lit a fresh
cigarette and watched the dual with mild amusement.

 Meanwhile, unknown to the trio, a lone State Trooper cruised down
Interstate-21. The occupant (25 y/o hispanic officer Rick Donavon) saw
the auto repair shop appear in the far distance of his windshield, and
pulled into the front of the shop and stopped. He noticed a Sheriff's car
parked along side the shop with an old pick-up and several other broken
down vehicles including a new looking mobile home trailer.

"Hello!" he called to the shop's owner as he stepped from his cruiser.
Putting on his sun glasses to keep the glare from his eyes, he walked
over to the trailer. He looked around to see if he saw anyone before
testing the handle to see if it was unlocked. It was. He opened it and
stepped up on the ledge to look inside. It was a nice sized home, with a
plasma screen television, high tech stereo system, living room area,
kitchenette, restroom and 2 sleeping quarters. The inside looked a little
disarray and disorganized, but the officer sensed nothing unusual or out
of place as he stepped back and closed the door.

"What can I do for you?" asked the Sheriff, appearing out of no where and
startling the young trooper.

"You the Sheriff around here?" asked the state trooper, looking over the
Sheriff's dirty dingy uniform.

"That's right! And YOU are?"

"Officer Donavon with State Highway Patrol." introduced the officer, some
what hesitant. "Is the owner of this shop in?"

"He's predisposed." said the Sheriff, eyeing the trooper from behind his
own dark sun glasses. "What can I do you for?" he repeated.

"I'm looking for a maroon Buick Regal. Was driven by 3 african american
boys from the State College on their way to a game across state lines.
The school's reported them missing. They were supposed to have been
traveling along the main highway, and may have gotten off at the wrong
exit and gotten lost."

"You don't say..." said the Sheriff, mockingly.

"I was wondering..., have you seem them?"

"Seen a car full of niggers? Through these parts?" asked the Sheriff,
receiving a stern look from the officer. "Can't say that I have."

"How about the shop's owner?" asked the trooper. "Maybe he's seem them?
Maybe they stopped here for directions, or gas...?"
 The Sheriff rubbed his stubble chin, and grinned.

"Cletus would be the owner...and I doubt he's seen anybody. He would've
told me if he saw the likes of THEM come about. We don't get many niggers
around here!" stated the Sheriff. Then he looked officer Donavon over
once again. "Spics either for that matter!" he added with a smirk.

"Really? Well, would you mind if I asked this...Cletus, myself?" asked
the trooper, sarcastically. Already he wasn't liking the Sheriff much. If
these black boys did end up missing, he wouldn't put it past someone like
the Sheriff to have had a hand in it.

"Well I can't say that I would." smiled the Sheriff. "He's in his shop,
working on something. Feel free to go right in and ask him yourself!" he
offered.
 Trooper Donavon hesitated, then walked pass the Sheriff and over to the
mechanic's shop. Before entering, he looked back at the Sheriff to make
sure he hadn't moved. His gut instincts told him not to trust the fellow
officer, but he dismissed them on account he was a stranger here. The
Sheriff saluted the trooper playfully, then continued to grin. Donavon
unsnapped the strap on his holster, and placed his hand gently on his
firearm as he entered cautiously.

 He entered the shop through the first of 2 service doors. One service
room was empty, while the other held an old car that looked to be
stripped of parts. In the back he could hear heavy heaving and grunting,
so he pressed on. Approaching the door to the back room of the shop, he
slowly pushed it open to find 40 year old Glenn Summers (father of 16 and
17 year old Matt and Brad Summers) on his hands and knees getting butt
raped by the 2 mad mechanics.
 Cletus was too busy fucking Glenn's sweaty ass to notice the officer's
presence. He rammed his big ample cock in and out of the huge round worn
red ring, hammering his full length up inside Glenn's gooey innards as he
held him firmly about the waist. Judas was looking down at his own cock
raping the older man's mouth. He felt his balls tighten as they slapped
repeatedly against the man's spit wet chin. He grunted as he fired 6
ropey spurts of cum into Glenn's suckling gagging mouth to coat his
throat. Glenn was choking down his hot load when Judas suddenly looked up
and saw the armed cop staring back at him in disbelief. He tried getting
Cletus' attention, but the 31 year old grease monkey was too enthralled
in his actions to take heed.

"What the hell is going on in here?" asked Donavon, pointing his gun at
the threesome.
 Cletus shoved his cock in ball deep, then stopped pumping. He turned his
head and looked back at the uniformed trooper over his shoulder, staring
down the barrel of his gun. "What are you 2 doing to that man?" he asked,
unable to believe his eyes. He saw the prison sling hanging from the
ceiling, the bloody cuts around Glenn's ankles and wrists, as well as the
many bruises that plagued his body in red whelps. "Are you..., raping
him....?" he asked, as if it weren't possible.

 Cletus removed his cock. Tropper Donavon got his first look at Glenn's
over used and badly abused asshole, and gasped. His poor hole looked as
though a Mack Truck had run through it. It gaped open, unable to close.
Clear slime oozed from the ravaged hole like maple syrup. Cletus' giant
cock swung like a baseball bat as he stood up to face the officer.

"Back up against the wall!" warned Donavon, aiming the gun directly at
Cletus. Cletus hesitated, as if contemplating charging him. Donavon
cocked the gun, giving his final warning. Cletus frowned, then backed up
slowly.

"YOU too!" said Donavon, talking to Judas. "Get back against the wall!
NOW!"
 Judas pulled his softened penis from Glenn's sore mouth and stood up. He
raised his hands, and stood back next to Cletus. Donavon kept an eye on
the 2 men as he moved over to Glenn. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching
down to attend to him while still aiming the gun.

"My...my SONS!" gasped Glenn, gulping down the remains of Judas' load as
it clogged his wind pipe. "You've got to help my sons!"

"Where are they?" asked Donavon, looking down into Glenn's cum wet face
as he begged the officer for help.

"I don't know...! THEY took them! Stole them from me!" gasped Glenn,
trying to stand on his weak limbs.

"Don't move! I'll call for back-up...!" said Donavon, just before being
clobbered over the back of the head by the forgotten Sheriff.
 Trooper Donavon fell to the floor, losing his weapon in the process.
Cletus and Judas moved in quickly, and started to pound the dazed officer
with their enormous fists. Donavon didn't have a chance to defend himself
as he was bombarded with blows. Glenn was helpless to aid him. He was
pushed aside like old shoes to be dealt with later as the young trooper
was stripped, and flung into the sling Glenn had occupied previously.
 He was barely conscious, and unaware of his surroundings as the men
strapped him in on his back. Glenn watched as they greased and oiled the
trooper's ass crack thoroughly, then Cletus aimed his hardon up between
the taut looking cheeks and shoved. Trooper Donavon instantly came to his
full senses when he felt his asshole penetrated by the enormous phallus.
He screamed at the top of his lungs as his asshole was breeched for the
first time -ever. Cletus let out a triumphant bestial howl as he took
control of the young man's body. He pulled back with his hips to withdraw
over half of his stiff cock, then rammed the full length back in up to
the bloated balls.

"ARRRRHHHHHHHGGGGG!!!" yelled Donavon, passing out from the pain. Cletus
continued to fuck his unconscious body, ramming and fucking his aching
asshole as hard, deep, and roughly as possible. The unconscious officer's
body jerked from the invading impacts, his insides being beaten to a pulp
as Cletus became a mad-man.

 Judas saw Glenn's asshole now available, and grabbed the older man and
wrestled him into doggy position and penetrated him roughly. Glenn felt
the blood engorged cock plunge into his rectum swiftly, then start an
immediate in and out motion. Judas was young and strong, Glenn suspected
the kid didn't know his own strength as his hips bounced powerfully off
his ass after each impact, driving his stiff bloated 21 y/o cock ever
deeper into the wrecked colon. Glenn felt every single thrust, throb, and
plunge the boy made inside hm. He grunted after each jab, feeling more
cum ooze from his flooded innards and dribble down his spread legs in
steaks.
 Beside them, Cletus was tearing into trooper Donavon's vitals like a
wild man. His thick wet cock was like a fallen log, and it fucked
continuously through the officer's tight bleeding rectum with the force
of a freight train. Slapping sounds fill the small room as their bodies
collided with each impact. Donavon had never felt such pain. Most of the
men the Slave Trainers captured were straight. They forced them into
sexual servitude by fucking and fucking and fucking them until it became
second nature.

"AARRRRHHHHGGGGG!!" bellowed Cletus, cumming inside the trooper's
spasming ass.
 He shimmied, shook, and jerked as the cum shot out of him in force. His
balls felt ready to be sucked out with his sperm as the trooper's tight
hole held him in a clinch.
 When he pulled out, his big bloated cock was streaked with blood and
shit from the officer's bowels. He walked over to Glenn, gripped him by
his receding hair, and shoved his swinging mass of ivory mess into the
older man's mouth. Glenn reeled at the taste of the shit stained funky
cock, but had no choice but to take it as Judas started to cum up his
backside.

"AAAAWWWWW YYEHHHHHH...!!" the young man howled as he came hard and deep.
Glenn felt the thick cock pulsing in his ass as he pumped out a fresh
batch.
 After Judas was done cumming, he removed his hardon from Glenn's
terribly swollen anus, and moved over to Donavon. Looking at the bound
spanish officer, his dick twitched with another spark of life. He stepped
up to the swing, and couldn't resist shoving his cock up the trooper's
ass. Donavon groaned, but passed back out as his bowels were rode again.
Glenn wondered if he'd ever see his kida again, and shuddered to think
what was happening to them.