Livin' In the Country

                 Livin' In the Country - Chapter 27

       Those of you that have followed this epic may not realize that it is tied in many ways to another story of mine involving faithless women. Our hero may or may not chose to bridge this and the other story as well. Either way, this story has probably shot it's bolt and from here on our main protagonist, Jon Ellison, will lead us to the conclusion of his search for true understanding.

       I spent a very troubling day at work, doing my best to keep Mimi Marlowe out of my mind. That was not to be. Her mysterious disappearance was topic one through ten at the feed store, and everybody was entitled to his or her opinion. It was amazing about the number of varying opinions on the schoolteacher's life both as a teacher and after hours. Her fling with chief Vlad was dredged up ad nauseam, much to my annoyance. I was one of the very few people privy to the facts about that incident and the activity that followed. What I heard mostly was nonsense or the product of an overactive imagination. Mimi had her champions and her detractors as well. Many were just plain jealous of her abilities, good looks and influence. Others were delighted about her fall from grace.

       It turned out that my nightmare was fairly close to the truth about her disappearance. Mimi Marlowe was not in jail, but she might as well have been. In fact it might have been a whole lot safer for her if she had been protected by steel bars and concrete. Instead she was spirited away to another county for intensive interrogation. The lawmen over there had a "safe haven" that they used to house people of interest. To those held there it was neither safe nor a haven. Mimi Marlowe could attest to that.

       After her humiliating appearance at the drive-in, the sheriff took a naked and restrained Mimi Marlowe to a meeting place where she was transferred to another police car from a neighboring county. Her captors, two men and a female deputy, wasted no time in making her understand that she would tell them all she knew about where the Tolliver twins and Marie the micropussy were being sheltered. Naturally she refused and naturally they retaliated. They drove her deep into the woods using roads that were primitive at best.

       They dragged Ms. Marlowe from the car after gagging her and marched the naked schoolteacher through thickets, underbrush and stands of nettles and cockleburs until they found a clearing with a large rotted log at one end. By then she was covered with cuts and bruises, not to mention the beginning of a rash she had contracted while she was forced to hike through the dense woods. It was in this clearing that they brutally raped the schoolteacher. The three deputies took turns using both her entryways, and when the men were unable to continue, they substituted their billy clubs for cocks. All the female deputy had to do was choose which of Mimi's holes was not in use and act accordingly with her long, thick, strap on dildo. Poor Ms. Marlowe was bleeding like a stuck pig by the time they decided she had been given her last warning about not being cooperative.

       For the rest of the drive she occupied the trunk, being buffeted from side to side and picking up more cuts and bruises. There were two police cars parked by the safe haven. She was not the only occupant of this facility. Mimi did not see any of the other inmates, but she soon learned there were a goodly number who were overseen by a rotation of visiting deputies from various counties. During the three and a half weeks she was held, they amused themselves by letting her hear what was happening to the other persons of interest. It might have been worse for her that way. The mind is a powerful thing and Mimi's was being forced to work overtime.

       With one exception, her fellow inmates were women. From the screams and begging she heard from them as they were brutally degraded and tortured, the females ranged in age from teenagers to mature women.  The male was of indeterminate age, but his screams were the loudest and longest. One of the deputies that visited regularly after hours to enjoy sodomizing Ms. Marlowe mentioned that the male prisoner was on the verge of being castrated if he didn't shape up and do exactly what the female deputies wanted. It seems that currently he was being sodomized by a pack of dogs that were specially trained for this type of work. He also hinted strongly that Mimi would soon be introduced to them as well if she continued to stonewall her interrogators.

       Every day she was questioned and when they were unhappy with her responses, she was taken to one of the "recreation" rooms and tortured for hours. During her entire period of incarceration she was never allowed to wear clothing. It didn't take her long to realize this was just another way of tormenting and humiliating her. During the first week they avoided leaving any obvious marks on her bare body, concentrating instead on weakening her by means of starvation, dehydration and sleep deprivation. They described this as softening up their captive, reserving the more physical techniques for later when her mind was not working as well as previously. 

       When she wasn't being interrogated or tortured, Mimi was kept in a small, unheated room that contained only a narrow pallet that passed for a bed, and a bucket for her bathroom. She was chained by her wrists and ankles to the corners of this wooden platform that was covered by a thin layer of scratchy burlap. Mimi soon learned to accept and then welcome the male deputies who visited her during the long nights, using her body as they saw fit. However any female who dropped by to punish her for being uncooperative was a trial and tribulation for the schoolteacher. There was little to choose from between taking a thick dildo deep inside her sore cunt or an unwashed pussy grinding mindlessly against her mouth while the deputy urged her to be more enthusiastic or she'd get the billy club between her legs. After a week or so Mimi Marlowe was just another piece of meat that the deputies used when it suited their purposes.

       It took less time than that for the schoolteacher to realize that for some odd reason her jailers chose not to use excessive force to make her tell where Marie and the Tolliver twins were staying. She was also smart enough to know that this situation was only temporary; sooner than later her captors would resort to stronger measures to loosen her tongue. For now it was a game of cat and mouse, more for entertainment than anything else. It wasn't long after concluding her current situation was only a step in the process, that a new factor was added to the mix. She was suddenly startled from her troubled sleep by the shrieks of a woman in terrible agony. It lasted for only a brief period of time and then silence. It took some effort, but she went back to sleep only to be roused again by even louder screams and a woman's voice pleading with her captors not to hurt her anymore. By day four she was a shell of herself and almost ready for the next phase in her interrogation.

       That nightmarish day they didn't bother to even question her. She was dragged down the long corridor to one of the torture chambers as she thought of them. During the long night she had been visited by a horde of deputies, including the overweight woman with the poor personal hygiene. They had pounded away at her sore cunt; by now even she was thinking of her vagina as a cunt, her scrambled brain mimicking her jailers' description of her. She had licked the female guard's pubic mound until it glistened and then tried her best to swallow the river of pee that flowed from the woman's hairy maw, drenching her and the pallet on which she was chained. The guard punished her for her failure, but Mimi hardly noticed until she felt the lancing pain in her pussy associated with the forced entry of the guard's baton. She bled for the rest of the night as she "entertained" a never-ending stream of deputies until nearly dawn. 

       She was so exhausted and confused, that Mimi hardly reacted to what was waiting for her. She saw but didn't respond to the sight of the two bulging enema bags containing a solution that would make her feel as if her insides were going to explode. She failed to notice the overflowing toilet in the corner beneath the return valve that when opened would send a waterfall of water thundering down upon whoever was unfortunate enough to be standing or hanging there. Mimi did see, but didn't understand the purpose of the small electrical box with the bundle of wires attached to it.

       Before she knew what was happening, they had placed her on the table, face up, her wrists chained to the top corners. Her legs were raised and attached by the ankles to the two posts located on the bottom corners of the table. A rough piece of wood was pushed beneath the base of her spine, elevating her ass just enough so that the enema nozzle could be inserted to start the procedure. She grunted as the nozzle penetrated her sphincter and moaned piteously as the first enema bag began emptying into her bowels. For a time all she felt was a sensation of fullness as the contents were transported into her lower intestine. The nozzle was yanked free and replaced with a butt plug that contained the contents as her body heat elevated the enema to the point that it was capable of forming a new and most painful compound once the second enema was fed into the same region as its predecessor.

       The new enema bag soon was emptying into Mimi's lower intestine as one of the deputies kneaded her swollen belly flesh while the new solution began to form. There was no warning; a feeling of fullness was almost instantly replaced by a forest fire that flamed up deep inside Mimi Marlowe's bowels. Her belly swelled rapidly as the gaseous by-product of the two enemas sought new space in which to grow. Her captors smirked and pointed as the schoolteacher's stomach became even more bloated while her face contorted from the unending pressure increase that occurred.

       Ms. Marlowe's belly was hard as stone, evidence that there was no additional room for the gas to expand. One look at her red face was proof positive that her lungs were in the process of failing as well. They were being flattened by the inexorable expansion of the gas. Suffocation was a horrible way to die and they watched with great delight as their prisoner's face turned to a pale blue shade and her lips became purple. Mimi was within a minute or so of death, but still they waited to wring the last second of agony from her. The bung was pulled from her asshole and a giant draft of wind came rushing from the now open access way, followed by a wave of fecal matter that nearly overwhelmed the bucket held against her spasming sphincter. Her breathing had stopped completely and it was now a matter of time before or if she recovered so they could give her a second dose of this terrifying torture. The bucket was emptied into the overflowing toilet bowl that would play a role in Mimi Marlowe's interrogation today.

       

       Their guest awoke with a blinding headache. The light in the room was too bright for her to tolerate and the fingers on her left hand trembled, making her look as if she had palsy. In truth a few important blood vessels in her brain had ruptured, causing the headache and the trembling of her fingers. Neither she nor her captors were aware of the subtle brain damage that had just occurred to their "guest". It would become a little more obvious after another special enema, but by then the damage was permanent. While the ingredients for the enemas were being prepared, a few of the deputies availed themselves of the prisoner. They pumped her full of sperm over the next half hour or so, joking about the way she had bulged when the gas by-product formed. None thought her lack of response to the brutal rapings she endured was anything out of the ordinary, after all she was just meat to them at this point.

       The next round of enemas were administered and once more she took on the appearance of a beached whale, her belly bloated to obscene dimensions while her face changed colors and her struggles weakened and finally died out completely. Naturally there was no way that the deputies could possibly know that another section of her brain was beginning to bleed from the pressure build-up. This time one of the women decided to pass the time by fisting their captive. Bets were made about how long it would take her to get her fist against the prisoner's uterus. It proved to be slow going as Ms. Marlowe's pussy suffered a series of major contractions that made progress at times impossible. The angry guard took out her wrath on her victim, slamming her other fist down on Mimi's bloated belly, only acting to further unbalance her body's electrolytic equilibrium and further damaging her brain and therefore her mental capacity. Poor Mimi had gone from an above average person of intelligence to a drudge in a matter of a few hours without her torturers even knowing what they had done to her.

       The schoolteacher was questioned once more concerning the whereabouts of the Tolliver twins and Marie. In truth she could not exactly remember where they were being held. She did know the name of the county and gave it up after one of the deputies lifted her right breast and began burning the underside with a lit cigarette, leaving no obvious marks of course. He and his fellow police went through half a pack of cigarettes before becoming convinced that she was a hard case that needed some serious hurting to make her reveal more. By then there was no further room on the undersides of either breast and they had switched to her pussy, burning away portions of her inner cunt lips as well as frying her fat clitoris until it was turned into a wrinkled lump of swollen, charred flesh. It would take a miracle for that piece of sex flesh to ever provide Ms. Marlowe with any pleasure for the rest of her miserable life.

       They decided to give her a taste of electricity. The wire bundle was soon attached to every sensitive spot on her body that was accessible. Wires went into her rectum, taped securely so that any thrashing or convulsions would not dislodge them. Others were threaded into her bladder, attached to what was left of her clit and inner cunt lips, and taped to her nipples as well as other portions of her burned breasts. Wires were clipped to her ears, run up her nostrils and even taped to her eyelids. Others went around her back teeth and a double strand was clipped to her tongue. Satisfied that most of her sensitive areas were now in play, they switched on the machine and watched eagerly as the power ramped up before the first discharge.

       All hell broke loose when the first discharge sent bolts of agony through Mimi's bare body. Her body began to dance and shiver as the electrons snaked through her tormented flesh. The power level was still low, and the effect was more psychological than physical. Someone noticed that they had forgotten to tape wires to her temples so that her brain could be jolted as well. Once this oversight was corrected, they moved the power level up another level and gave Ms. Marlowe a good dose this time. A bubble of heated air erupted from her bowels and sickened those in the vicinity. Her screams grew louder and louder as the electricity raced through her bound body making it tremble and convulse as it forced unwanted physical reactions to take place. She was seized with cramps that came and went from one part of her body to another as the juice continued to surge through her. She began to literally chew on her tongue, forced by the automatic reactions caused by the power that ate away at her brain and other organs. When she began to produce a bloody froth from her mouth, they started to realize that they might have gone too far. Someone turned off the power and Mimi went into a coma where she remained for three days.

       When she awoke, the schoolteacher was unable to recall her name, or how she got here. The county doctor examined her and declared the prisoner unable to take care of herself due to severe brain damage. The county sheriff was unconvinced and gave his men one last opportunity to make her talk about the place where the twins were being kept. This time there were no limitations to what they could do to make the prisoner speak, since she was scheduled to be sold to a white slavery ring that would employ her as a prostitute in an African brothel that handled the rough trade. They estimated her life expectancy to be less than two years.

       Despite their best efforts, the brain damaged captive failed to respond to the brutal things they did to her over a span of nearly two days. They hung Mimi by her thumbs and caned her ass until it looked like an open wound. She passed out repeatedly, but could not tell them anything significant about her past life. What frustrated them was her ability to remember the names of the Tolliver twins and Marie, and claim they were her offspring. However she could not recall where they now lived.

       Removing her toe nails one by one using steel shims and a hammer failed to produce any additional information from the dazed woman. Firing a pistol next to her eardrums was also a failure, even though she became partially deaf as a result. Rubbing her armpits and the insides of her thighs with flash powder and igniting it to burn away the top layers of skin did nothing to add to what she had told them previously. Even submerging her for lengthy periods in a toilet bowl filled with fecal matter and urine did little except nearly drown her on a number of occasions.

       Finally they beat her breasts with rubber hoses until they were swollen and the skin began to split. Then they used the cane to turn those bags of fat into a pair of bleeding pieces of meat. They were unable to rouse their prisoner at that point and had to admit defeat. Nothing was ever heard again about the missing schoolteacher, although there were many rumors making the rounds that claimed to answer the mystery of her disappearance.

       ( To be continued in Wayward Wife's Punishment )