Trailer Trash

A smell, maybe mildew and a strong metallic scent, like...blood.



Monica\'s head was pounding, and she could barely think. She not only smelled blood, but tasted it. She tasted it on the cloth gag in her mouth, and her mouth was so dry....if only she could get some water, a tight cloth around her eyes, blocking out everything, including every tiny bit of light....



When she came to again she noticed more. She moved her head painfully. She was on a hard and very cold concrete floor, and her head and shoulder were leaning against what felt like a painted cinder block wall. Her hands were tied behind her back with rope by the feel of it, and her ankles and knees were as well. Her whole body hurt, but she didn\'t think anything was broken. If only she could see or hear something to tell her where the hell she was. All she heard was the blood pumping through her, a whoosh whoosh in her ears.



Whoosh whoosh



Then another sound broke through. A whimpering, almost like an animal.



Her mouth so dry, she had to get the gag out. Placing her face against the cinder block wall, she started to rub against it as she worked her aching jaw and tongue until it began to loosen. She worked on it for what seemed like an hour, and finally she was free of it, her swollen jaw throbbing and pain shooting through her entire face and neck. Her mouth so dry she didn\'t make more sound than a harsh croak.



"Hello?"



Instantly, she heard movement, and the whimpering became more pronounced. Monica swallowed hard, willing her voice back, "It\'s okay...just....listen."



She struggled to speak, her jaw hurting bad, "Do you....know where we...are?"



All she could hear was more muffled screams and whimpers. Monica was getting frustrated. The ropes were tight and were not budging as she tried to loosen them. The floor was freezing and between that and the tight bindings, she could barely feel her lower body, but she let herself slip all the way down to the floor, then began pushing away from the wall and scooting towards where she thought the whimpering was coming from.



She labored, trying to get to the other person, although why that suddenly seemed so important, she couldn\'t fathom. Just another person, to know she was not alone, to know that she was not in this by herself.



"I\'m....coming. I think...I....can get to you...."



She didn\'t know how long she had been trying, but she thought she had maybe moved about three feet. She had to be getting close, the muffled voice did not sound that far away now. She could be right next to this other girl-



A strike to her forehead. She screamed out, and began to shake violently. another strike, but this time she took in more. It was a plastic box, and each strike made the whimpering voice seem as if it were inside of her own head, followed my two male voices chuckling.



It was a tape recorder. The whole time she had been progressing across the cold, hard floor, it had been to get closer to an unknown man taunting her with the recorded voice of a woman.



"Well, she sure is awake, now. Thought she\'d be a comfort to a poor poor girl in trouble, as if she weren\'t the one in trouble."



There was more laughter, and Monica could distinguish maybe three male voices. She went limp, knowing there was no way to fight. She would have to use her head to get herself out of this, if indeed there were any way to get out of this.



She felt herself being picked up, man handled more like it, someone\'s arms under her armpits, lifting her a little off of the floor and dragged along the concrete. As she went, she heard different noises and smelled different things, horrible things. Men laughing as a girl screamed in terror and pain.



When they had reached their destination, she was dropped hard to the floor, her head throbbing sharply again. For the first time since realizing she was not crawling to another kidnapped girl, Monica spoke, swallowing hard first and concentrating hard to make her voice as strong as possible, "Who the hell are you, and what do you want with me?"



Her answer was laughter. She let her head lie on another cold, hard floor, this time it felt like some kind of linoleum. She wanted more than anything to cry, but she used every bit of strength inside of her to keep from it. She did not want to give these bastards the satisfaction of know that she was afraid and in pain.



There were more voices now, and she listened for any clue as to what the hell was going on, "Yeah, this one should be fun, but remember what I told you about her. Take your time."



"Hey, boss, what do you think Nick is gonna do when he finds out?"



"If he has half of a brain, he\'ll just shut up and get back to work."



She heard more chuckling, then felt hands on her, pulling at first the ropes on her ankles, then legs. Two sets of hands were pulling and yanking, and suddenly the lower half of her body was free of the bindings. She felt the blood rushing in to the areas that had been deprived of blood, and groaned out loud as the severe pins and needles were hitting her legs and feet.



She was being dragged upright, and being held in place, not able to stand on her own, because her legs felt like foreign objects that did not actually belong on her body. As she was upright, another set of hands were pulling at her clothes, and she heard as well as felt scissors being used to cut off her clothes. It hit her what was happening, that soon she would be naked in front of eyes that she could not see. Her body exposed to strangers.



First went her jeans, then panties. One piece of clothing at a time until she was completely naked.



"Stand up slut." a voice spit at her from directly in front of her. She let herself go limp and the man who was holding her had to flex to keep her upright.



"Rebellion. Fucking whore is a little rebel. Well, not for long. Turn her around."



The man holding her had to struggle a bit, but soon she was facing him, her faced pressed hard against his hard chest, the stink of his breath surrounding her. Then she felt a lashing across her back and upper ass. It felt like fire and knives and she screamed out before she could stop herself. Another, then another.



She was screaming, and knowing nothing, not the smell of the man\'s horrid breath, not the numbness of her hands, or the dryness of her throat, just the horrible stinging pain across her backside.



"You gonna stand up now, you fucking whorrrreee?" the man screamed right into her ear, and she stood, her weak legs shaking with the exertion.



The voice suddenly calm and quiet, "That\'s better. Much better."



Not to her, but to the man holding her, he said, "Take her to the horse."



She could not even imagine what that meant, but soon she was being forced to walk on legs that were trembling uncontrollably. She was forced to stop after her knees hit something hard and wooden. The man leading her put one arm around her waist then pushed her shoulder until she was bent over something covered in what felt like leather, and smelled like fear.



Her arms were strapped nearly straight down from her shoulders after she had been pushed up until she was straddling the thing, and her legs were strapped on either side. The man then forced her head to look up and something went around the thing she was on, continuing around her neck so she could not move her head. After he had finished with all that, the man in charge ordered a ball gag to be placed in her mouth and secured. Now the only thing she could move was her already numbing fingers.



"There we are. All tightened up and ready for training," the boss\'s voice began, "although, I think for this one, humiliation and lessons by sight are in order first. I wanna take our time with her. There is no rush. Slow and solid training for this little whore who tried to turn a good worker into a traitor."



Monica heard the words, but did not know what he was talking about. She had no idea who\'s head she had tried to turn. She thought of every conceivable way to get out of the situation she was in, but could not find one. She just went inside of herself, trying to bury the things being said and done to her. Tried to float away to somewhere else while her body was being tortured.



"Line up, boys, let\'s all examine the goods, but no fucking her yet. I want her to anticipate it for awhile, wonder when she\'s gonna be split in two by some big hard cocks."



Monica felt people all round her, all men she was guessing. she felt hands on the cheeks of her ass, and they were spreading her open while the others were commenting, another with his hand running up her vaginal lips from her clit to her anus. She felt a hand smack on her left thigh, the sting causing her to try to lift her head, but there was no give in the restraint holder her by the neck, saliva running from around the ball gag and dripping to the floor.



Another smack, then another, and all in the exact spot causing the area to rise with a welt like the ones left by whatever she had been whipped with while standing. She had no idea how long this went on, several minutes at the very least. The thing she was strapped to must have been on a turn table of sorts, because it began to turn, and she sensed the men around her were walking away, except for the one turning her, tehn running his fingers just inside of her vagina.



The blindfold was yanked off, but she had worn it so long that the bright lights in the room blinded her, and the watering kept her from seeing anything but shadowy blurs through what looked like to be a large room, about as large as the entire length of her trailer.



Her trailer, oh god, she choked with a sob then. Her home. How many times had she wished for something more, something better. How often had she walked around that trailer and saw the nasty yellow shag carpeting, and the dull wood paneled walls with the many holes she could never find enough pictures to hang over, and wished she were anywhere else in the world but there.

Be careful what you wish for.





At the same time that Nick was throwing up after stipping the clothes off of the Mexican girl in his bungalo, Monica began to witness teh rape and torture of a young girl with strawberry blonde hair and terror filled blue eyes.





Hot breath on the side of her face just as her eyes got back fully into focus. The boss was next to her, just out of her range of sight, breathing and whispering things in her ears while she watched two of the other men position themselves at the head and foot of a strange torture table. The young girl strapped there was younger than Monica, a few years younger by the look of her, and her hands and feet were strapped up and out in four different directions. She, too had a ball gag in her mouth, but the man, a smaller man with grey streaks in his hair and a long beard undid the clasps under her head,and took it out. Immediately the girl choked and began to wail with pain and pleas.



The first crazy thought that Monica had was that the girl a beautiful voice.....



"I want you to watch, slut. You close your eyes for longer than a blink and I will stick a hot branding iron up your ass."



Monica choked again, more saliva rolling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin to drip onto the floor. The man at the foot of the girl, tall and thin with dead blue eyes and a mouse brown pony tail had a kind of whip in his hand, a thin long stick . He struck the girl\'s inner thigh with it, making the girl scream out an ear splitting scream. Again and again he struck her until blood blisters formed, and then he changed legs and whipped the other.



Here screams continued, and Monica no longer thought the girl had a beautiful voice. In fact she wished more than anything that either someone would put the ball gag back in her mouth, or that, God forgive me, someone would knock her out, for the screams were threatening to drive Monica insane.



Monica noticed that there were five men in all in the room, the room that had other torture type of devices. The two with the girl, the boss to her right, and two others, a huge man, muscled and stone faced, and another man, fat and balding, but with huge arms and hands.



The words in her right ear continued, taunting and forcing her, "This all will happen to you. All you see in this place will happen to you. You must learn your place, learn what you truly are.



"You are a dirty whore, to be at the feet of men, not at his side. You will serve men, and be the place where he wipes the shit from his boots, and thank him for it. You are a whore and by the time you leave this place for your new owner, you will kneel and beg to be used and abused and beg to be treated like a real woman, a woman like those generations back who knew that they were put on this earth in the service of men."



Owner? Oh my god, Monica thought, this is a white slavery ring! She had read about these is some magazine someone had left at the diner. They took girls and sold them for sex slaves!!



"Hey Boss," The man with the pony tail called to the man next to Monica. As he called his fingers were inside of the girls vagina, "This one is reeeal tight. Maybe even a virgin."



"Nice. Put Thor on it."



By Thor Monica assumed he meant the muscle bound man on the bleachers because he rose and began to walk to the girl, undoing the button on his jeans, his hard on pushing at the thick cloth of the pants to be let out. When it was out, Monica could only stare in horror. The man\'s penis was the biggest she had ever seen, or imagined. He stood nearly a foot from the girl\'s opening, and already the tip was pushing it\'s way inside of her.



The whole rape was added to by the Boss\'s commentary, slinging out, "See how he\'s stuffin her full of cock?.....Watch her getting split the fuck open.....Think she scared of that big cock going in her?.....



As it went inside of the girl, she began to thrash her entire body as much as she could, screaming louder even than when she was being whipped. The boss hissed in her ear, but more to himself than directed at her, "That\'s it, slut, tense up, get nice and tense, it\'ll hurt you soooo much more..." Thor stood there, pushing his huge erection inside of her without an emotion on his face. His eyes were down on his dick, and he looked as calm and serene as it he were sitting next to a lake watching a fishing pole, waiting for a fish to bite. In farther, and farther, then Monica noticed blood dripping from between the girl\'s spread legs and dripping to the floor, and she saw grey clouds creeping over her vision.







She came to in a hurry, someone, the boss?, pushing something inside of her anus. She began to squirm, and it stopped, and the hot breath was next to her ear once again, "Wake up? Thought so! Keep-your-fucking-eyes-open-you-fucking-whore!"



The girl was quiet, not passed out from the pain, as Monica thought may be the case. No it was worse, she was staring at Monica, silent tears streaming from her eyes and into her hair.



Her eyes were confused and defeated. She had left herself. She was somewhere far away where no one was hurting her, where she was safe. God had she really wanted the girl to stop screaming? Was this worse?



The man they called Thor was done in a few more brutal and long thrusts, and he took his dick out of her. It was stained with her blood. He wiped some of the blood onto her leg, then walked around to her face, blocking Monica\'s view of the girl\'s face as he began stroking his dick and after he moved, Monica saw that he had ejaculated all over the girl\'s face. It did not seem like the girl even noticed. Monica just kept staring as the semen ran down into the girl\'s left eye.



"You want Thor to put it in you, don\'t you, whore?"



The voice taunted her, but she moved not a muscle. She stayed still while she watched the fat man go to the poor girl and start fucking her. He was not nearly as big, but he was pounding himself into her, making her body quake with each thrust. The pony tailed man went around to the side of her and began to pull on her tiny nipples hard. The smaller man walked over to Monica, and she knew, it was time for her torment to continue.