Trailer Trash

"Who the fuck are you??" Nick glared at the man, but couldn\'t place his face as someone from the organization.



""bout to ask you the same thing young man." Joe was calm and held the gun without one single tremble in his hand, and it did not go unnoticed by Nick. This guy meant business, just as he did, and it was not going to end by only one backing their gun off.



"Where is Monica?"



Joe did not answer, but Nick saw his brow crease, showing that he was about to ask Nick the same thing.

The stand off went on, as both men read each other. Nick had seen this type of guy before. Older, yeah, sure, but strong and skilled in being able to hold his own to any size of man.



He was thin, but, solid.



Joe, too, was sizing up his opponent. This guy was young, a little older than his daughter, perhaps, but not by much. He was muscled and lithe. The look in his narrow dark eyes and the steadiness of his hands as they held the 38 told that he had handled a gun and had one pointed at him, more than once in his life.



"Boy, let\'s put these down, and talk awhile. I have me a feelin that we are both lookin for the same answers."



Nick trusted this guy, though didn\'t know why. He hadn\'t truly trusted anyone since he was a kid, except maybe for Monica. He lowered his gun, and the gun pointed at him was being lowered as well. Both men took a breath, and Joe nodded at him, "Alright, then. Let\'s talk."



"Who are you? Her boss from work?"



Joe looked him in the eye, "I\'m the girl\'s father."



Nick stiffened, and his hand began to slide back up towards his gun. "Told me she didn\'t have a father."



Before Nick even finished his sentence, Joe\'s head was nodding, "Boy, well, hate to keep calling you boy. My name\'s Joe, but I ain\'t shakin\' your hand \'til I know a little more \'bout you."



Nick cracked a small smile, "I wasn\'t planning on offering my hand, but my name is Ian." He stopped there. Fuck this, he thought, I\'m not going to lie to this guy. He\'d see through it if I did.



"My real name is Nick."



"What you mean, your real name is Nick. You better tell me what the hell you are talking \'bout, boy."



"I\'m going by two names, and Monica told me that her mother told her her father died before she was born, so I guess we both have some explaining to do."







She had lost track of time. Whenever she blinked it felt like sandpaper from lack of sleep, but that was the very least of her pain. The rest of her body felt like it had been through a wood chipper.



Her legs were welted and bruised, her muscles all tired from the flexing and pulling as she tried to get free from her restraints. Her shoulders and knees were numb from it.



And still, that pain was little to her now.



After the fourth man, a man who had come in while they were raping the strawberry blonde girl, a small weasel like man with a long pinched nose, had gotten done with the poor, tortured girl, it was Monica\'s turn. The men fought for places in line to rape her. The Boss was first, though.



He had laughed in her ear and she watched as far as her head would reach as Thor dragged the strawberry blonde girl out of the big room by the hair. She didn\'t notice, though, the girl was passed out and bleeding steadily from her vagina.



"Yeah, bitch, you ready for yours?"



He got behind her and stuck his fingers, all four fingers into her pussy and thrust them in visciously. He kept the ball gag in her mouth, she guessed they were tired of screams of pain for awhile.



The whip they had used on the other girl was used on her, too, her back and shoulders were being whipped periodically while the boss stuck his hand ever deeper inside her pussy, until he got a better idea, "Stop whipping her, " he ordered one then called to another, "Donny, bring over the hand held, I want an up close and personal shot of this." he pulled his hand out of her pussy then set the tips of his fingers at the entrance to her anus.



Monica knew what he was going to do, and tried to will herself to relax all of her muscles. The Boss had kept jeering as the blonde girl would tense because he said it made it hurt more, but the more she tried, the farther in his fingers worked, all the while taunts from the men blocking out the pounding of her heart beat in her ears, "Yeah, Cal, take that ass, train fuck the whore\'s tight ass!"



As his fingers worked in, jolts of utter and horrible pain shot through her, and when he pushed his knuckles through, Monica began to pray for death.





Now she was on the floor, her hands tied behind her, but her legs were free, not that she could have used them. She had been fucked by at least four men since the Boss hand finally taken his hand out of her. Whipped and beaten and raped. Those words kept going around in her mind. For hours, maybe days, who knew how long she had been whipped and beaten and raped. Over and over.



She found that she already knew each of the men. Not by face or name, but by their personal brand of torture. the boss loved to stick his hand inside of her, it didn\'t matter where, donny was all about taking her gag out just long enough to stick his cock down her throat while she choked and gagged, then taking it out as she\'d heave saliva out of her mouth and and watched it drip to the floor in long strings.



The ponytail was strictly a pussy man, and had fucked her whenever no one else was behind her doing something else. He\'d position himself behind her and shove his cock in and dig his uneven nails into the skin of her ass, she thought purposely to hit each of the welts from the whips.



Thor was the worst. Whenever he got behind her, and she felt the enormous head of his cock at the entrance to her ass, she knew she was going to bleed. He would stick it in and slide it straight up her ass, not even pause, and he assured that she took the whole thing. She felt her uterus, then her stomach from the inside, his cock moving them as it went, then pulling out and thrusting right back in. Cal would call to her, "Feels like your getting fucked by a freight train, donit?" Once, before realizing her voice had even sounded she had said "yes".



The list went on. When she was finally let off of the horse, she was taken to the wall where three large X\'s stood. She was strapped to the middle one, and there begun the lashing of her front side. It had been bad, and she felt the blood trickle from under her left breast after only the second lashing.





On the floor now, Monica was left alone. She closed her eyes, though sleep would not come. The men were concerned with another girl, now. Monica had not even bothered to look at her when Thor drug her in.



Soon hands were placing a blindfold back on her and then a hand entwined in her hair, and she was being dragged out of the big room just as the screams of the new girl rang in her ears.



She was dragged down the hall, no way of taking the pressure from her scalp because her hands were not free to hang on to the vicious hand.







Joe told his story. Nick could tell he told it with loathing to himself. Nick listened and thought of his own dad. His dad had left him and Maria, his sister, when Nick was only four. Nick\'s mom had begun to use Meth by then, and all of his dad\'s money was being used to supply her, and when it wouldn\'t, she would find a guy who would.



"Maybe I haven\'t been there for her all these years, but I\'m here now."



His eyes were glossed with unspent tears, but they also boared into him like two dentist drills, "Now you tell me. You the one who had his way with her and was thinking about leaving town? Cuz let me tell you something, Nick or whatever the fuck your name is, you can take it from me, that will be the biggest mistake you ever made."



Nick took a deep breath, and began, "Actually I was doing it for her. I am involved with some bad people. I never even meant to meet Monica, let alone, well...", before he finished the sentence, he rose from the table and went over to the window, picking at her geranium plant that was just blooming a parachute of pink flowers, "I never meant to fall in love with her. I saw that these men were watching me. See, my immediate boss doesn\'t like me much."



"You in the mob or something?"



Nick gave an ironic laugh, "Nope. No mob. Mafia, whatever. Way worse. I was hear to kidnap a girl and take her to the people I work for to sell. "



Before he even turned around, he knew the gun was pointing at him once again. Joe\'s face was red with anger, "You take girls from their families, and, and"



"Yeah. Not the profession I dreamed of, but it\'s the one I got into. That\'s another long story that we don\'t have time to tell."



Joe saw Nick\'s eyes as he turned, and lowered the gun, "Guess not. Let\'s go get my little girl."







Somehow she had fallen asleep. Most likely from her mind and body taking over and forcing it. As she woke, her body screamed at her with shooting and dull pains throughout.



It took her a moment to realize that her hands were free. She tried to pick them up to look at her hands, but the muscles were so weak that she lifted them only about 2 inches before they fell back to her side. Her head was not much better.



She noticed that she was in a small white room. Probably the one she had been in when she first woke to this nightmare. It was white painted cinder block,and she was on a cot type of bed. There was a toilet with no seat in one corner, a shower head on the wall to her right, and a sink under that. Besides that there was a cabinet on the wall towards the foot of the bed with a huge padlock on it.



The only way out of the room was a steel door with a narrow slit for a window. Monica already knew it was no use to go to it. If she could get there on her spasming muscles, it would be locked.



She rolled to her side with pain shooting everywhere and fell back asleep.





She next woke up to the hinges on her door squealing. She turned over, new pains shooting through her, and stole herself to be ready for more torture.



In walked a man. He was tall, and good looking with soft brown hair, and clean shaved. As he came in he smiled at her. Not one of the twisted smiles that were nothing but full of mockery. No, this one was gentle and reached his eyes.



"Hi there. Thought I\'d come in here to help you clean up a bit."



He held a canvas bag and from it he pulled a wash cloth and some towels. He places the towels on the over the shower head and soaked the washcloth in the sink. He wrang in out, and came to her.



She shrunk back even though he didn\'t seem threatening, and he gave a little frown, "Okay, I got ya. I know you\'ve been through a living hell, but I swear, I\'m just here to help."



Her voice was little more than a croak, "Then help me get the hell out of here."



"Can\'t do that, but I can get some of this blood and stuff off of you."



He came and began at her face, with the most gentle touch he wiped her forehead, cheeks and eyes. He had to go back to the sink several times each area of her body he cleaned to rinse out the blood and urine and semen from the cloth. She was still naked, but after he had given her the sponge bath, he took from the canvas bag an over large white t-shirt and some white cotton panties.



He helped her lift her sore arms over her head to get the shirt on, and had to put the panties on without her moving much, each tiny movement of the muscles feeling like stabs from a dull knife. Once they were on, he sat on her bed beside of her, and she tried not to show the pain just that movement caused.



"Now, Monica? Is it?" she nodded and he continued, "This is happening. I know you wish it wasn\'t but it is. While you were asleep and when they had you in the training room, they took some pictures and they are sending them out to a few prospective buyers."



She looked away, feeling fresh tears come to her eyes, but he pressed on, "Now, I know how that sounds, but it ain\'t all that bad. Most of the men who buy from these guys are just looking for a loyal, good woman to take care of thier house, and the womanly shit around the house, and , well, yes, they want sex from her too--Although! Most don\'t do the shit these guys do!"



She didn\'t look at him, but Raymond Falkner knew her interest had peaked, "Ssoo, the faster you, well, as they say, get with the program, the faster you get out of here and live a lot more normally. At least compared with what those monsters put you through."



"Don\'t you work for them, too?" she said with as much hatred as she could muster.



"Yeah, it\'s damn good money, and this way, I can try to help some of you girls. See, I don\'t like this stuff, but it\'s going to go on whether I\'m here or not. If I am here, though, I can bring a little comfort, and ease a little pain, and in turn-"



"Ease your own conscience."



"Yeah, okay. so what, is that so bad? When other people give to charity after cheating on their wives, aren\'t they doing the same thing? All humans do things like that so they can sleep and look themselves in the mirror. I\'m no different, I just have a lot more to do to make up for a lot more evil."



Monica kept her head turned but the cool water on her body, and the gentle way he spoke soothed her despite herself. She begun to relax her body, and take this chance to get some information about the situation she was in past what she already knew, and what else she could imagine for herself, "Why did they pick me?"



"Not they, Monica. HE."



Monica turned her face to him then, "He, who?"



"Well, hunny, I don\'t want to hurt you more, but He was Nick." He could tell she was still confused so he went on, "I guess he had another name. They all do. They have lots of names. Let\'s see, he\'s about my height, dark eyes that always seem to be pissed off, tan, muscles."



"Ian? No, you\'re mistaken, he-" but then she stopped. The other day, in the bathroom. What had he said? "I lied about almost everything...."



"What\'s that?"



Monica felt all of her resolve, all of her will leave her then, and he knew that it was all down hill now.



"So you knew him, did you? That\'s really strange. Most of the time, the girl never even sees him coming. He\'s one of the best, you know. He brings in just about the most girls in the whole organization."



"I thought I knew him. I told him things, oh my god the things I told him."



"Told him all of your deep dark secrets, huh? Yeah, well, sorry, but I kinda already knew that."



She turned, "What are you talking about? Did he-"



"He didn\'t tell anyone that. He just gave us the tape. He taped you telling him about some guy named Micheal? The tape didn\'t pick up much, lots of interference, but Micheal came up. Who\'s he?"



"Micheal was a boyfriend of my mother. He tried to rape me when I was 15. I fought him, and kicked him in the groin. He left my room to get a belt and I locked the door and since he couldn\'t get to me, he went and beat my mother. In the hospital, she told me it was my fault she was there. If I had just let him do it, then she wouldn\'t have a broken cheek bone and arm.



"She said it was just something men wanted. No big deal."



The man clucked his tongue, and wiped hair from her face, "That is tough. Your own mom. Well that must have been what Nick, I mean Ian had told Cal. They had a big laugh over it."



Monica felt sick, and turned, falling off the bed and crawling to the toilet. She let go, but all she had was the dry heaves. When they subsided, she lay down on the cool floor and weeped without tears.



The man left soon after, telling her he would return soon with some food. He handed her a large bottle of water and encouraged her to drink it in sips so it didn\'t come right back up.







He relocked the door, and made his way back down the hall. At the end of the hall was the only door that was not made of steel. He stepped inside and sat down across from Cal and another man name Dennis who had their heads bent over some papers on the big desk.



"She\'s ready. I\'ll have her begging her owner to stick a baseball bat up her ass by the end of the week, if not sooner."



"Make it sooner. Nick\'s still in Mexico, but he\'s drinking, and not tasting the local dishes, if you know what I mean. Two days ago our guys took hold of a whore coming out of his room after only being in their for ten minutes, and she told em he hadn\'t touched her, just sat in the bathroom and puked. "



"Ray, I want her out of here in three days. Ready and out to a buyer. I\'ll take care of teh buyer, but it\'s up to you to get her ready for him."



"No problem, Cal, though I don\'t see the rush. He don\'t know she\'s here."



"Then let\'s get her out of here before he figures it out."