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Chapter 8
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Copyright 2004
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"Rise and shine," yelled Dougie slapping the side of the barrel startling Katie awake. Dougie took the top off and immediately stepped back.
"God you stink. That's the worst shit smell this nose has ever encountered. Don't get out yet. You'll get shit everywhere. I'll roll you into the shower room and you can climb out there."
Katie tried to move but her body was too stiff. She braced herself as Dougie rolled the barrel on its edge. Then Katie felt the barrel tip over. She spilled out on to the shower room floor along with a quantity of loose shit.
"Impressive, you filled the whole bottom of the barrel. Talk about shitting your brains out. I never dreamed that stuff worked so well. I guess Mussolini knew what he was doing. Can you stand up?"
"No, I can't move," was all Katie could manage. She was so stiff from sleeping in a confined space and sore from her ordeal that her body was incapable of movement.
Dougie turned a shower on and adjusted the water temperature. Next he grabbed Katie's arm and pulled her over under the cascading warm water.
"Just lay there until your joints loosen up. I'll be back in a while," said Dougie leaving the shower room.
It took several minutes for the water to do its work; Katie's joints began to loosen. Straighten her legs was pure agony but she managed to get them under her and slowly come to a standing position. Katie picked up the bar of soap that Dougie had placed unwrapped in the tray. Katie noted that the full sized bath bar was from Crabtree & Evelyn's. It was heavily scented. For some reason, Katie read the label on the wrapper, Strawberry Mango Fine Milled Soap. The irony of her captors providing luxury soap after forcing her to sleep in a barrel of her own shit caused her to laugh out loud.
"You okay in there?' yelled Dougie from the other room.
"Yes, just starting to shower," replied Katie as she started to work the soap into a lather.
Gingerly, she began to wash herself. Her whole lower body had been covered in shit that had dried and was difficult to wash off. After a few minutes, she was able to move more freely.
"Not done yet, " said Dougie returning to the shower room.
"I can't get the shit off me," answered Katie
"Move around so you loosen up," said Dougie handing Katie a small plastic bottle of shampoo.
. Dougie got busy with a hose washing shit down a center drain. Slowly, greater movement came back to her body. Katie leaned against the shower wall and lathered her filthy hair.
"Hurry, get cleaned up, I brought you some breakfast. We have a busy day ahead," said Dougie handing Katie a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Dougie left her to wash. The hot water brought her back to where she could at least feel her body. The area between her legs was still excruciatingly sore from the ride on the Spanish Donkey. It was painful to the touch.
Katie's mind returned to the time she spent on Andy's version of the Spanish Donkey. She recalled how the constant rocking motion moved the pain from her vagina to her sphincter never allowing a moment when the agony was not growing. That was complemented by the pull on her ankles that slowly increased the pressure of the knife like edge against that sensitive area between her legs. What was almost as bad was the psychological torture of watching her face in the display monitor. Her expression had seemed demented as the torture slowly reduced her sanity until she found it hard to recognize herself.
As long as I live I'll never get over that. That was the most unbearable agony I could possibly imagine thought Katie. Katie recalled how the ride had brought her to the very edge of madness. Continuing her inventory of ills, Katie looked in the mirror at her bruised and still red butt. There were bright red stripes across her ass. She could feel the stripes with her fingers.
There were small cuts where Lea's bullwhip had slashed her flesh. Her nipples felt raw and her breasts were still sore from being wrapped in sash cord. The rings in her nipples and labia added to her feelings of humiliation. Those degraded her permanently. I look like some sicko fetishist who thinks that sort of trashy jewelry is sexy thought Katie.
Those rings were not something that would heal up in a few days and go away. A month from now, she'd sit down to take a piss and feel them when she wiped.
"Ouch," said Katie when she touched her anus. The surrounding skin felt like it had been rubbed raw and her rectum ached from being stretched.
"And double ouch," added Katie after placing a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina. No sex for years and then I get gang banged and tortured. No wonder I'm sore realized Katie.
Still it feels good to be clean thought Katie as she finished brushing her teeth.
"Here, rub this where you hurt,' said Dougie coming back to hand her a large squeeze bottle of ointment. Katie gently rubbed the hydrocortisone cream onto her sore places. It did soothe the burning.
Katie saw there were several pairs of shower thongs and bath towels near the shower room door. She placed her feet in a pair that looked like a fit and toweled off.
"Let's eat. Its just fast food but I bet you're hungry," said Dougie who appeared from somewhere and motioned her to return to the room she had been tortured in yesterday.
Katie wrapped a towel around her hair and another one around her body. She thought to herself it was the first time in many hours she wasn't naked. Katie realized how hungry she was when she saw the Styrofoam container of breakfast. It wasn't hot but she ate it anyway. Dougie came back into the room.
"I rolled your sleeping quarters outside. I couldn't handle the smell. Castor oil is amazing stuff. Leave it to Andy to come up with something like that. He must spend a lot of time on the Internet doing Google searches on 'torture'."
"What are you going to do with me? I promise I'll never tell anyone about the off shore accounts. Just let me go back to work. I'll be a loyal employee," said Katie.
"Will you come to my office anytime I ask and let me fuck you on my desk while Greta watches and maybe joins in?" asked Dougie.
"Yes, if that's what you want," said Katie wondering if she would really have to do that. After all, she was at least fifteen years older than Dougie. Greta was even younger than Dougie and drop dead gorgeous.
"Good, I like to watch lesbians have sex. You seem to be making the proper attitude adjustments," said Dougie.
"I can't take any more pain," said Katie.
"Today, all you're going to have to do is watch. No one is going to hurt you. I told you it would be easy," said Dougie.
"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep in a real bed," pleaded Katie.
"Later, for now you are still on Andy's agenda," said Dougie. "Let's go in the next room and get you set up. You can bring your coffee."
Katie followed Dougie into a smaller room. She immediately saw that she was looking through a one-way mirror into the room where she had been raped and tortured the night before.
"This is the viewing room. Have a seat," said Dougie pointing toward a large upholstered chair facing the one-way glass.
Katie sat down. Dougie quickly buckled leg restraints around Katie's ankles.
" I'm only going to restrain one arm for now so you can drink your coffee," said Dougie.
"Thank you," replied Katie relaxing somewhat at being allowed to sit in what felt to be a Lazy-Boy chair with BDSM features.
"Here, get real comfy," said Dougie pushing the wooden lever arm to extent the footrest and tilt the chair back.
"What's going to happen?" said Katie.
"You'll find out soon enough. See that corkboard looking stuff on the walls, industrial soundproofing. This place is really well designed. When I flip this switch, microphones allow you to hear everything happening in the main room but they can't hear us."
"What is this place?" said Katie.
"The ranch house Andy inherited from his father. They fixed it up as some sort of BDSM hide-a-way. He and Lea have parties out here. They import kids from Mexico, whip the shit out of them and send them back across the border."
"From Mexico," asked Katie.
Andy knows some very influential people in Mexico that are into the same things that he and Lea are. I sort of deduced that if you survived one of their parties, you are going to carry the scars to your grave. Jeffrey, Ken and their wives come here too."
"Skilling and Lay," said Katie?
"Yea, they're all into the scene as they call it. I hear someone so I need to restrain your other arm," said Dougie taking the coffee cup out of Katie's hand before buckling her other wrist to the armrest.
"I have to go set things up. But I'll be back to watch with you," said Dougie leaving.
Moments later, Katie was shocked to see a dozen young men with incredible physiques being ushered into the room. Two of them left with Dougie then quickly returned carrying a full size bed with no headboard or footboard. They positioned the bed directly in front of the one-way mirror.
Dougie said something to the young men but Katie couldn't hear a word. At that point, they started undressing.
Weight lifters or football players said Katie watching closely as some incredible bodies came into view. Look at the cock on the tall blonde thought Katie. The girls in the office would call him a tripod. God I wonder what this is all about? I hope it doesn't involve me. Maybe I wasn't the only one who tried to blow the whistle on Andy.
Katie's question was answered in short order when Matt Roberson came into the room dragging a young girl. Her hands were taped together and a cloth bag covered her head. Although Katie couldn't see her face, she immediately recognized the clothes and the long legs of her daughter, Beth Anne.
"Oh my God no," screamed Katie as Matt removed the bag. Katie began to cry and struggle against her restraints.
Katie could see the fear in Beth Anne's eyes as she realized she was in the room with twelve oversized and nude males.
"Well, what do you think?" said Dougie coming back into the room.
"You bastard, how could you?" said Katie.
"This is your true punishment. Andy decided that hurting you wasn't enough. He wanted you to understand that you were trying to harm the entire Enron family, not just the Fastows. He intends to punish your family in return. If you had a husband, he'd be bent over a barrel being butt fucked by a dozen well-hung queers."
"What are they going to do to her?"
"What do you think that a dozen University of Houston football players are going to do to a sweet young thing like Beth Anne?"
"It'll kill her. She's a virgin."
"So I've heard, the leader of her school's chapter of Not Me Now, active in the President's Abstinence Only program and the lead off speaker at the Day of Purity celebration, impressive but not going to change what's about to happen one damn bit. Beth Anne's going to take a crash course in the diametrical opposite of abstinence by pulling a train," said Dougie.
"Let her go. They can have me instead."
"Nope, that's not Andy's plan. He wants you to pay for what you did in more ways than one. Like I said. Andy believes in family, the Enron family. One member screws up; the whole family pays. That's the way it works in a lot of countries like China and Russia."
"Please Dougie, I'm her mother. She's all I have. I had to raise her all by myself after her dad abandoned us."
"Should have thought of that before you licked that stamp."
"Oh Jesus what have I done?" whined a sobbing Katie.
"Hey, all that's going to happen is that she's going to get screwed. She's young and strong. She'll get over it. She just may decide she likes cock and abstinence is a crock of ship. Let's listen," said Dougie reaching over to flip the intercom button on.
Katie wept quietly as she watched the proceedings.
"Who are these men? Why are they naked? Why did you bring me here, Mr. Roberson?" said Beth Anne obviously terrified.
Katie felt a moment of pride that Beth Anne wasn't acting like a ninny. She was at least standing up to them.
"These young men are on the football team at the University of Houston. They're doing me a favor. I'm on UH's Board of Governors, but you know all that from Cheryl."
Matt had been an All American wide receiver at UH. He was president of the team's Alumni Booster Club and active in raising funds for the athletic programs.
"I want to go home now," said Beth Anne spiritedly.
"Don't be rude. All these handsome young athletes drove all this way to be with you and you want to leave. That's not polite."
"I want my mother," said Beth Anne sobbing. The brave front had suddenly disappeared.
"Katie's nearby. In fact she's watching everything that's happening. You'll see her before the day is out. She's the reason you're here."
"What?"
"We'll let her explain when it's just the two of you, undress," said Matt pulling the tape off Beth Anne's hands.
"Undress, take my clothes off?" asked Beth Anne?
"I understand that the word undress means to disrobe, to remove one's apparel, as you can see, the fellows here have already undressed."
"No, I won't"
"You take them off or they will. It's as simple as that."
"What are they going to do to me?"
"For a smart girl who scored almost 1600 on her SAT, you can sure ask some stupid questions."
"You'll all go to jail for rape. I'll press charges."
"Enough already," said Matt before lashing out with his hand to bitch slap Beth Anne. The force of the blow knocked her back on the bed.
"Don't hit her, Matt, please," scream Katie.
"He can't hear you," commented Dougie.
"Earl, you and Clyde help the lady disrobe," said Matt. "Where's the beer and cigars, Dougie?"
"Excuse me a minute," said Dougie hurrying off.
Katie watched as two of the men untied and removed a struggling Beth Anne's canvas sneakers and socks. One man reached up to unsnap Beth Anne's shorts. Her hand moved quickly to stop him but he easily pushed her away.
"Don't make this hard on yourself, ain't no big thing," said a big hulk of a black man named Clyde. "Girls from where I come from expect this kind of treatment when they reach fourteen."
Clyde unzipped Beth Anne's shorts and pulled them down. Friction caused her panties to partially follow. Earl grabbed the waistband and pulled them off, took a sniff and tossed them to the one of the others.
"Nothing smells sweeter than young pussy," said the panty catcher before he handed them off to another athlete who buried his nose in them.
You're supposed to smell them not wipe your boogers on them," said one of the others causing laughter all around.
Clyde pulled Beth Anne to sitting so Earl could pull her tee shirt over her head. He pulled her further forward so Earl could unsnap her bra and pull it off.
"32B," said Earl reading the tag in Beth Anne's bra before he tossed it to one of the guys.
"I just love little titties," roared the one who caught the bra.
"That's cause no woman will big titties will give you any pussy, Sam,' said another generating more laughter.
Beth Anne was sitting on the bed not moving and not attempting to cover her nakedness with her hands.
Dougie arrived with a large plastic cooler and a box of cigars. He took two beers out of the cooler and left. In a few seconds, he re-entered the viewing room.
"Want a beer?" asked Dougie.
"Yes," said a defeated Katie. Alcohol might dull the emotional agony she was feeling for bringing about what was about to happen to Beth Anne. There was nothing she could do but watch. Maybe Beth Anne would eventually forgive her. Katie had told herself that Beth Anne was a survivor and that she could deal with what was about to happen. I just wish it was me instead of her Katie told herself for the hundredth time.
"Okay, I'll unbuckle your left arm so you can drink but any funny business and you take a sixty minute ride on the Spanish Donkey."
"I have been assured that this young lady is a virgin," announced Matt Roberson.
His remarks were greeted by loud derisive hoots.
"Ain't no virgins her age in Houston," avowed Clyde.
"Not true, she's a leader in the abstinence movement."
"What the fuck is that?" said someone.
"Ron, your high school coach must have fixed your transcript. Abstinence means no cock in Beth Anne's case," laughed Matt.
"Oh yea, I remember that. All the ugly girls joined." That occasioned general laugher among the athletes.
"Well Beth Anne's not one little bit ugly. Stand up girl and show the boys what a pretty young thing you are," said Matt taking Beth Anne's wrist and pulling her to her feet.
"Now turn around darling and show your booty to the fellows," said Matt forcing Beth Anne to turn in a circle.
"See, look at that sweet little bottom," said Matt reaching down to run his hand over Beth Anne's flanks. "We got two cherries to bust here, men."
Beth Anne allowed herself to be slowly turned around. She shivered as she felt Mr. Roberson's large hands grasp her flanks and
"Mighty fine, my cocks hard already," said someone.
"Isn't that sweet, just barely seventeen and everything's so smooth and tight," said Matt reaching down to cup Beth Anne's rear.
Katie wanted to scream, "Get your fucking hands off my daughter," but knew it was pointless and stayed quiet.
"Lean forward on the bed so the fellas can see what you got,' said Matt pushing Beth Anne to where her elbows rested on the mattress.
Beth Anne didn't move as she felt Matt's huge hands part her buttocks.
"Got a cute brown hole that's virgin too," said Matt. "Reach back and hold your butt checks apart so the fellows can see." Beth Anne was too terrified not to comply.
"You really a virgin?" said Clyde sounding incredulous. Clyde was born and raised in a south Philadelphia ghetto. The idea of a seventeen-year-old virgin sounded far-fetched to him. He and his homeboys had systematically deflowered every girl in the neighborhood when they reached the age of twelve.
"Yes," said Beth Anne barely audible.
""Speak louder, darling, everyone wants to hear you say it," said Matt who had helped himself to a beer and was lighting a cigar.
"I'm a virgin," said Beth Anne.
"Sucked cock?"
"No."
"Ever been kissed?" said Clyde.
"Of course," said Beth Anne.
"Had your nipples sucked?"
"No."
"Goddamn, this is wild. Houston school's got to be full of dickless wonders," said Clyde.
"Everybody take a number out of my hat," said Matt walking around the room holding a baseball cap high over his head.
Each athlete reached in and grabbed a small square of paper.
"Numbers run from one to twelve. Number one busts her cherry and earns a extra $100," said Matt.
"How about her back door? I'm a butt man?" said Clyde.
"Number two can take the hole of his choice. Here's a bottle of Astro-Glide for you fellows that want to ride the Hershey Highway," said Matt throwing a plastic bottle on the bed.
"I want her to suck my cock first," said Clyde. "I like a hummer to get started."
"You guys are killing me," laughed Matt. "We'll teach her to suck cock after she's pulled every car in the train. Who's going first?"
"Oh my God," murmured Katie.
"Will you can the drama? All that's going to happen is that she's going to get fucked by some very large and healthy cocks. It could be a lot worse," said Dougie taking a swallow of beer.
"How could it be worse? Beth Anne's is so innocent," sad Katie.
"We could drop her off at a crack house and let a bunch of AIDS infected druggies fuck her. Wouldn't that be worse?"
"Yes, that would be worse," admitted Katie.
"So, relax and let's watch the show. She'll be okay. There was a set of twins at my high schools, the Andersons, Carole and Veronica. Every time the football team won, they'd go to the dressing room and screw the players and coaches, almost fifty guys. Next day they didn't look any the worse for wear."
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