Lennie's New Bride

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As soon as he sees her, he wants her.

"She's shore perty, boy an' plenty young enough." Agrees his father as they watch the young girl come out of Matt Lincoln's store. "Shore you like her?"

"Yeah, Paw. She's real prettie. I want her as mah wife."

Rube Brewster rubs his grubby mass of a beard. He and his son, Lennie, have come down from the mountains to the small town to pick up supplies before they get snowed in for the winter. He hasn't expected to pick up his boy's new bride.

"Welll. If yew shore now. I'musta mit. We could do with another womun at the house. Yore maw ain't getting any younger an' yew an' yore brothers are starting to wear her out some."

"Sorree, paw." Lennie, larger than his father (who himself is a large man), looks down at his feet as he always done when he is being told off for something.

"Nuthin' to be sorree about, boy." Replies Rube, slapping his boy on the back. "Yew have yore needs like the rest of yer bruthers. Nor is yore maw complaining. But me an' yore fore bruthers and yew take a lot of lookin' after."

"Yeah, Paw." Lennie looks up with a goofy grin on his face.

"But she won't be jest fer yew, boy. Yew gotta think about yore bruthers now." He sees Lennie's face drop.

"But yew will have first go after she's bin broken in." Rube replies, seeing his son's face brighten up again. Though not the quickest of his five sons, he is his favourite.

"Thanks, Paw!"

"Okay then. We'd better make prepreatuns if we gonna take her tonite."...

OOC: This is a private thread for me and Sweetp4u. I hope you enjoy.
 
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'Middle of no-where' General Store...

ooc:

Name: Cynthia Elizabeth-Marie Manchestor
age: 19
Description: Long blonde hair (natural), Blue eyes. Impish features w/ high cheek bones. Full mouth, pert little nose. Full breasts 34C. Round ass, shapely in all the right places. 5' 6", in heels 5'9". Valedictorian at graduation, pampered daddy's girl and filthy rich. Attended private schools until high school, Etiquette, poise, all of it at Finishing School...


IC:
Her hair hung lose down her back, shining with golden hews. Her designer outfit was cut and fit perfectly. Hilfiger knew what was what in her mind. Her hip huggers were soft but tight, her white blouse perfectly starched, hugged her body like a second skin. Her bag and shoes matched, her sunglasses exspensive and never seen in this 'neck of the woods', and to her ear was a cell phone, giggling over all these 'simple' people and their store.

"You can not believe where I am, Bethany." She stood in the center isle of the store looking around in disbelief.

"Yeah.. Middle of no where-ville." Cindy laughed a little but her voice lacked the warmth of real amusement. She eyed a package of gum and grabbed it as well.
"I don't know why my parents feel I need to come up here, but I am amusing them until fall." She stood admiring her newly finished manicure. Her fingers looked perfect, but the bitch at the nail salon squeezed her poor fingers much harder than she should have.
"What? Oh, sorry I am distracted today Bethany... Yes, I will call you when I get there. What do I see? You don't want to know. I don't think they even know who Gucci is." A loud gasping noise could be heard coming from Cindy's phone as she rounded the isle and hunted for her favorite spring water.

"What?.... I can't hear... Beth?" She stopped short looking down at the display screen of her cell. "Damn it!" She cursed quietly enough, a real lady did not raise her voice nor curse. She lost her signal yet again! Bethany would have to wait until she got back on the road, for now she needed to finish up her shopping and get her things loaded into the Jeep.

"Why now of all times? Why is it with my last summer of freedom they want me in the sticks with them?" She scowled a little. Not only were her parents messing up her life, this shit-hole did not have the water she drank. How hard was it to carry Avian? And how badly she wished she could slap her parent's therapist right now.
"Is that all ya got missy?" A younger man than her stood asking as she set her things at the check out counter. His eyes strayed, but her glaring face quickly made him turn away.
"Missy?" She fairly crackled the air with tension.
"Sorry, Ma'am." He ran her things for her, her fingernails tapping the counter top as he went so damned slow.
"How far is it to the Westmoreland Estates?"
"Tha whut?"
"Westmoreland Estates?" She was again getting irritated.
"Never 'eard of it ba'fore... That'll be twenty, twenty-two."

Maybe she was still too far away? Hell, she had no idea where she was, other than the little spot on the map. And her guessing measurements seemed to be off as well, the irritation grew further.

"Thanks."

"Come again!" The boy offered in a friendly 'hick' manner.

Like that was going to happen. She hoped never to see this place, ever, again.

Stepping out onto the main street.. the ONLY street in this place, she glanced up first and then down. Nothing, absolutely nothing in this town worth living here for.

Sighing, she walked to her "Grad-gift" H2. A cute little candy apple red hummer, she grinned again, loving her Daddy even more than before. A special man that her mother best take care of, because if he tosses out her mother, she will stay with him... It's her rightful place.

"I am starving!" She glanced around again, noting a diner across the street. Grabbing her Cardin bag and purse, she headed across the street. Passing between two rather large looking men, she neither looked up nor acknowledged their presense but kept on going.

A stench passed in the air as she breathed, gasping at the offending odor, she grabbed a perfumed hankerchief from her bag and put it over her nose.

By all that's.. Dont these people bath!?
 
Rube Brewster

The two of them watches the girl moves towards her fancy car, her hips swaying as she moves.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Did you say yew're lookin' fer the Westmoreland Estates?" Rube calls out.

The girl stops and turns round to face him. He sees the look on her face as she sees him spit out a bit of tobacco.

"Uh! Yes. Do you know where it is?" She asks, keeping her hankerchief against her nose.

"I may do." Rube says, noncomittedly.

"Paw! She shure tawks funnee." Whispers his son.

"Hush, boy."

"If you know where it is," continues the girl, "I will pay you." He sees her reach into her fancy bag and pull out an equally fancy smaller bag. Opening it up, she quickly brings out some dollar bills.

"Will 100 dollars do?" Smiles the girl.

Rube takes the money.

"Yes, ma'am. Will do plenty." He quickly folds the money and squeezes it into his pocket.

"Well?" Asks the girl, when Rube says nothing more.

Rube rubs his grubby beard. "It ain't as easy as that."

"What do you mean?" The girl's smile vanishes. "I just paid you."

"These hills are confewsin'. 'Specially to city folk like yewself. Me and mah boy wood hafta show yew the way."

"You don't have to go through all that trouble. Can't you show me the way? I have a map in the car." The girl sure doesn't look very comfortable.

"We caint read, ma'am." Says Rube. "B'sides, it ain't no trouble"...
 
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Cindy

The look of disgust on her face was a very clear indication his chewing habits were distasteful, but that did not stop him from doing a vile little habit and spit it near her very exspensive shoes.

Turning a little green around the edges, she jumped back a little and stammered over her map idea.

"You don't have to go through all that trouble. Can't you show me the way? I have a map in the car." She had hopes that the two bafoons could aid her without going near her brand new H2. Her hopes were quickly subdued when the low-class 'hick' informed her they could not read.

"I see." She planted on a fake smile, trying to be as pleasant as possible, but they were taxing her generous side greatly. She paid that man! Couldn't this idiot at least make an effort?

"Never pick up strangers precious.. That would displease Daddy." her father's words time and time again since she got her license.

She looked over the two, the younger one was fixated with digging in his nose and the older man looked too.. too Beverly Hillbilly'ish to be a threat. What harm could possibly come from two uneducated dolts like these two?

....but the thought of their stench in her clean vehicle also weighted heavily in her mind.

"Damn it!" She cursed softly, mostly to herself. Her cell phone rang again, of course Debra would be calling her.. Older sisters were a pain in the ass sometimes.

"Debbi. Yes. I know, but... I'm.... ok." Her sister hung up after lecturing her rather quickly on promptness.

"Can you show me? My vehicle is right here, I was due there an hour ago." She cringed, hating her sister and the 'sticks'.

She moved to her Hummer and unlocked the doors, her eyes looking over their clothing as they moved around to get inside.
"Sir.. Sir?" She called across the distance to the elder man. "Hi.. I thank you, very much so for assisting me but can you please not .. spit in my car?" She tried harder to sound pleasant but the distaste still clung to her words.

Expecting him to be a gentleman and listen, she climbed into the H2 and started the engine. Music blared loudly causing them all to jump, apologizing for it, she turned it off and the On-Star navigation.. which did not work in no-named places with no-named dirt roads that went into "god's" country.. It was sickening really. How did these people live without even a DQ?

Heathen..

"Fasten your seat belts and point the way." She flashed the older one a tollerating smile one gives their grandmother and waited.
 
Rube Brewster

From the front seat, Rube watches as the tree flashes past them.

"Wooeee, gal! Yew're shore goin' sum." He shouts. "Shore is faster than mah poor hoss."

"Shore is, Paw." Shouts out his boy from the seat behind.

Following his directions, they soon find themselves leaving entering the mountains and with it, snow.

"Damn!" Says the girl, a look of concern flashing over her face. "I didn't know it had been snowing up here."

"Been like it fer a week. It always snows this time o' year." Rube tells her. "Ain't nuthin' ta worry about."

And so they drive on, getting deeper into the mountains, where the snow is even thicker, swamping the trees and laying heavily on the surrounding mountain tops. Rube keeps an eye on the girl, watching her concern quickly turn into worry as she works the windscreen wipers.

"I'm not sure about this." She finally says as she slows down even more. "Maybe we should turn around and go back."

They are at that time driving along a narrow pass which is overshadowed by two large mountains completely crusted with snow.

"I woodn't advise that, ma'am. You ain't got enuff room to turn 'round. We liable to go off the edge. 'Sides, we ar' almost there now."

They continue and the narrow road starts to dip down into a small valley. Finally they are clear of the two mountains.

Driving another half a mile, Rube tells the girl to stop the car.

"Why are we stopping?" She asks, confusion on her face as Rube gets out the car and starts to walk back up the road from where they came. Going for a few yards, he stops and pulls out his gun, aims in the air and fires three shots.

Craaack! Craccck! Craaackk!

He then stands there, feeling the thick cold snow flakes fall on his face as he listens to the silence that ensues afterwards. Then he hears it, a slowly rumble that slowly gets louder and louder. A grin spreads over his face as he sees the larger of the two snow peaks start to shift and slide down the mountain face. The peak on the other side soon follows suit.

"Wooeee! That's a good 'un if ah do say so mahself!" He shouts to himself.

Still grinning, he heads back to the car...
 
Cindy

"What is he doing?" She asked the younger man in the back seat. Turning around, she peers out the back window, or tries to over her luggage. "Is he .. are we lost?" The fear is rising in her voice. She had never seen so many trees in her life! The mall had a few, the parks had a bit more, but nothing like these..

And there were no posted speed limit signs anywhere! No road signs at all!

"Are you sure the Westmoreland Estates are up here? I mean look at this place! The road isn't even paved.." She swung around and looked out her side mirror in time to see Rube pull out a gun.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, he had a gun?!

"What is he-" Her words cut off by the sound of his gun firing off three rounds. She jumped and squealed in fright, throwing her H2 into gear she jumped out into the cold.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!?" She shouts at Rube, her eyes wide with fright, wondering if perhaps getting out of the Hummer was a great idea? What if he wanted to shoot her next!?

Then the rumbling started... Even she knew what an avalanche was! She had been to many ski resports to be aware of this..

"Are you mad!? Now how to we get out of here?!" She was stewing with anger, fear and worried yet again about being alone with these two 'hicks'.

She watched with horror filled eyes as the pass they just came through slowly became buried under thick snow. She felt weak, faint. Reaching up with a trembling hand, she carefully brushed away her bangs from her eyes, careful not to smudge her make-up.

"I.. I have to-to call my daddy.." She wanted him so badly right then to be there with her. Her hero, her knight in shining armour whom never let a single bad thing happen to her in her life!

She stumbled backwards and yanked open the door. Scrambling inside, giving up after her wet shoes slipped on the step rail. Her hands reached for her bag, fumbled for her cell phone inside.

She was shaking, feeling sick and panicing yet again. Her fingers curled around the phone, "I n-n-need to call my daddy, he'll kn-know what t-to do!" She pulled the phone to her face and hit the send button....

Only nothing happened.

"WHAT!?" She stammered again, bumbling like an idiot is more like it! "get ahold of yourself Cynthia!" She barked at herself and pulled the antenna up. Still no signal.

"How much further is Westmoreland?" She asked Rube as she turned around to face him, realizing he was a bit closer to her than she felt comfortable with.
 
Rube

"You ain't goin' ta Westmoreland." He tells the girl and before she has a chance to react, he quickly scoops her up and flings his shoulder. She immediately starts to struggle.

"What the fuck??? Put me down - NOW!!!" She screams.

Rube does not answer as he firmly holds her squirming body.

"Son. Go an' git yer bruthers. You need to hide her car." He tells the boy.

"Shore, Paw. Ah'll do that right now."

Rube then starts walking down the makeshift road leading into the centre of the small valley...
 
Cindy

"YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! YOU MAD, INSANE, BUMBLING IDIOT! UNHAND ME!" She pounded her small fist weakly against his back, her manicured nails making it harder to strike him. She did not believe this was happening, not for a single moment.. Until..

"Son. Go an' git yer bruthers. You need to hide her car." His voice seemed to viberate through her, halting all movement and protests, but only for a short moment.

"Wh-what? no.. NO wait! Please!" She was so shocked, she was numb inside. Her eyes weren't really seeing this, it had to be some sort of sick dream.. A prank?

"I have money..." She stammered, twisting this way and that trying to break his hold just under her backside.

"I.. I... My Daddy is a rich man! Y-You can k-keep the car, really.. It's ok!" She was trying to sound cheery as possible, unworried and carefree, but when his determined strides kept eating up the ground, she began again to panic.

"Pplllleeeeeeeease, please please let me go.. don't hurt me.. I .. I just want to get t-to westmoreland.." She sobbed a second or two, struck his back yet again. His hands only tightened, his voice gruff as he threatened to "paddle' her if she kept it up.

"I'll scream!" She countered, but Rube merely laughed at the threat. A thought was forming in her mind, bits and pieces.. something she remembered from a movie... but what was it? Something about fainting... His words interrupted her thoughts..
 
Rube

"Save yer breath, gal. No-one can hear yew. Wal, 'cept mah boys and they ain't gonna help yew nun."

Despite his words, the girl continues to scream, shout, plead and struggle as he carries her down the valley to the farm. Once there, he goes over to one of the smaller barns and enters it.

"Where are you taking me?" The girl asks, her face a pale white, her eyes wide. Rube throws her on a small pile of straw.

"This is where yew'll be stayin' the next few nights."

Now free of his grasp, the girl tries to make a break for it only to be quickly pinned down by the large man.

"Yew're shure full o' beans. Ah love a gal with plenty o' spirit." He laughs as he reaches into the straw and pulls out a leg iron attached to a thick heavy chain. He fits it around one of her ankles.

"This is ta make shure yew don't haf any funny ideers of escapin'." He tells her in explanation...
 
Cindy

"This is ta make shure yew don't haf any funny ideers of escapin'."

"What?" She gaped at him, flustered, sweaty and scared, all triggering her anger. She really dispised being dirty!

"You can not do this! Who the hell do you think you are Mister?!" She stammered out, her voice climbing in octave each passing moment.

He couldn't be serious, in this day and age? Kidnapping? Did he not watch television?! Did he not see Cops? Court TV?

"Do you have any idea who I am!? Do you?" She blurted out, spittle shooting across the room as she spoke.

"Cynthia Elizabeth-Marie Manchestor! That's who!" Rube just gave her a tolerant smirk.

"I don't suppose you know who my father is do you?"

Again a blank stare, like he had not a care in the world!

"The FBI will be hunting for me soon enough and when they capture you, and THEY WILL! I will see to it you get the gas chamber! This is barbaric!" She turned and twisted around, rising to her feet at the same time. She glared at him and then down at the shackle. Gripping it she yanked with both hands as hard as she could, but it held fast to whatever he had her tethered to.

"This is not a movie Mister! This is serious business, you best let me go right this instant.." Grunting she gave up pulling on it and met his stare once more.

"And wipe that stupid smirk off of your face! I am a lady!" She stomped her foot for emphasis. "You can not treat me like this! Why there isn't even a bathroom facility!" She glanced around the barn, her anger hiding her fear rather well, or perhaps denial? She honestly did not think someone in this day and age was stupid enough to kidnap a woman of her stature.

He had to be, without a doubt, the most simple minded fool in the country.. No! Better yet, the entire planet!

She huffed and puffed, her face red with her humiliation and anger, still he merely smirked as if waiting for her tantrum to be finished..

"You won't get away with this..." With that final say so, she flopped her designer padded ass down into the hay and flinched as a straw or something poked her rear. She looked at him, doing nothing to disguise her disgust with him or her hatred of this place and situation.

By dinner time, her daddy would be here and this man would be in for the beating of a life time.. She just knew it for fact!
 
Laura Brewster

In the kitchen, Laura Brewster stands by the old black stove, stirring the stew that is going to be their meal.

"Maw." Rube says as he comes in and throws his hat on the table. "Make shure you have plenty of stew. We got ourselves a new member o' the family."

Laura nods, she had already heard the screams coming out of the barn earlier.

"Who is she?" She asks as she goes over the sink to rinse out some potatoes.

"Jest sum gal that Lennie's taken a fancy to. Anyhow, she's chained up in the barn for the present. Once she's bin fed, I aim to start breakin' her in fer the boys."

Laura feels a degree of sympathy for the girl as she remembers how she was 'broken in' by Rube's father. Still, previously being the only woman there, it had been her duty to keep all her boys in the household satisified until they find their own women. Not always an easy thing to do now that she is getting older and the younger ones just breaking into manhood. Now with the young girl on the scene, they will most likely turn to her instead.

Saying that, she hopes that Luke, her youngest will still visit her. The boy has always been her favourite and she always found their time together extra special.

"I daresay Luke is sleepin' with yew tonite?" Rube asks, as if reading her mind.

It is no secret that she has a hankering for her youngest.

"I figger so, until yew have broken in the new gal."

Rube laughs. "I doubt that, Maw. Not the way I seen him look a' yew leastways. The others mebbe, but not Luke."

This makes Laura give one of her rare smiles.

"I'd better get sum food out to her then." She simply replies...
 
Cindy

She sat in the barn, at first angry but as time began to crawl by slowly, she began to fear the worst. Her over active imagination kept making her jump at every little noise she heard. Tears began to streak her face and she knew, just knew her make up was a mess.

"Daddy will come get me.. I know he will.." She whispered softly to herself, sitting in the pile of hay with her knees firmly pressed to her breast, rocking every now and then.

She'd pause with each new noise, heart leaping, lump in her throat, fear pricking icicles up her back bone. Her breath held, listening, thinking the worst, and then sighing with relief when it went away.

There could be wolves out there! Didn't he think of these things? She bit her lip, watching the door and shadows for any movement. Daddy would come, he had to...

Again she heard something, again fear prickled at her mind, taunting her as the shuffling of feet came nearer and nearer.

"oh god.." He was back! She scrambled, looking left and then right for a place to hide, but due to the chain, she could go no where. She had already tried to free herself and failed, now she had no place safe to hide!

She slid backwards as the feet stopped at the door. A clinking sound was hear, setting something down? She didn't know but she slid backwards further in the hay until her back hit the wall and halted her pathetic attempt to retreat.

Her eyes widened as the door handle/latch thing lifted. Who used a wooden beam as a door catch? The door swung open and she nearly fainted with the fear before she realized it was another woman.

Hysterics then came, she started sobbing loudly as she crawled to her knees, "Help me! Please?" She pleaded with the woman who stood before her. "Th-this m-m-man chained m-me up and I need to.. to get to my daddy... Please?" She begged the woman, hoping she understood the plight Cynthia was now in.

The woman approached slowly, bringing a plate with her and eyeing the girl up and down. "P-please? unlock me... " Her blue eyes looked bright in the darkness of the room, red from crying, her mascara running down her cheeks, but it did not hide her angelic features, nor did her plea of words reveal what a viper she was to Laura.. but these weren't normal circumstances.

"Why won't you answer me?" Cindy sobbed, the hopeless tone rising in her voice. Cindy was feeling very sorry for herself, and only freedom would help her feel better right now.. Certainly not stew!
 
Laura Brewster

In her fifty years on earth, she had only seen someone of her stature once. Once was enough for Laura to know, they meant trouble.

"Oh Lennie.." She sighed heavily under her breath, but she could not be too upset with him for his choice in women. After all it meant she had more time for Luke, someone to aid with the chores and all these randy men around here.

She said nothing to Cindy as she walked across the few feet between them. She sat the stew down by the girl and moved off into a darker corner of the barn. Retrieving her old things, she was surprised they were still there after all this time.

It's a shame that last one couldn't handle birthin' babies, but this new one looked sturdy, a might dainty and prissied up, but durable compared. She reached down, fetching the old flat pillow and dusty blanket. She again walked to the girl and tossed these things to her, again ignoring Cindy's tears and pleas.

She had no sympathy in her heart, she'd adjust given time and punishment accordingly. She walked to another corner and fetched two pails, setting one before Cindy and vanishing out the door with the other.

"PLEASE! COME BACK!" Cindy kept sobbing inside the barn, but Laura paid no mind to it. Rube would have a hard time with this one, or perhaps not? Once 'broken' in, maybe she'd be able to handle them boys... but chores?

"Not with those pretty fingernails.." Laura snorted and shook her head, knowing soon enough Miss Pretty-Pants in there would look just as she did now. Worn, tired, but content.... well content enough.

She filled the pail with water and grabbed a dipped from the well rack. Slowly she moved back with the full pail to Cindy.

The girl hadn't touched anything, merely sat there staring at everything with a confused look on her face.

Was she addle brained too?

"This be dinner. All ya git til mornin', so don't be wastin' it. This bucket is water ta drink, and that one's fer yer business end." She noticed a look of shock and disgust cross the girl's face.

"that be yer blanket and such until Rube sees fit to letcha outta here.."

"When will he do that? Please.. I want to go home!" Cindy sniffled and sobbed some more, but the tears weren't impressing Laura any.

"when yew learn ta listen. He'll be in shortly, if ya do as he tells ya, yew'll be out in no time.." Laura said no more, ignored the rest of her questions and walked back to her home. She stopped outside the front door and rang the dinner bell loudly. Squinting into the sun, she wondered if Clem had the fences mended like his pa told him to do or if he was off with the 'shine' again?

Shaking her head, she vanished inside to dish up her hot stew and dinner rolls. She hoped tonight Luke wouldn't be too tired to entertain her while Rube was elsewhere for a change?
 
Already at the dinner table, Rube watches as one by one, his boys come in from their chores. Matthew and John had finished hiding the girl's car while Clem and Luke had been out mending fences.

"The veehical's hidden, Paw." John tells him as he sits at his normal place, his hand already reaching out for a roll only to have it slapped by his mother.

"Wait 'til everyone's sat." She warns him. John withdraws his hand.

"Whut car, Paw?" Asks Clem as he takes his place.

"Paw's got Lennie a wife." Says Matthew, a huge grin on his face.

"Does that mean we can share her, like we does Maw?" He asks, with a similar grin on his face.

"Hold yer hosses, boy. I gotta break her in ferst 'fore yew git ya grubby mits on her." He sees Lennie's face drop and adds "'Sides, she is Lennie's wiman an' he shood haf her ferst."

"Thanks, Paw." Beams his son.

"But yew will hafta share her, son. I've already told yew that." Rube says.

"Yessir." Lennie says, his smile dropping slightly.

Clem turns to Luke who is sitting next to him.

"Wal, Luke. Looks like yew gonna find out what bein' with another gal is like." He tells his youngest brother.

Luke looks at his father.

"Do I hafta, Paw?" He asks him, his expression clearly telling his father that he doesn't want to.

"No you don't, Luke." Interjects his mother. Rube cannot help but grin. "Yew don't hafta do anythang yew don't wanna do."

"More fer us then." Clem says. The fact that Luke and his mother are really close is no secret to the other boys.

Now that everybody is present, everyone starts to tuck in.

Finally Rube pushes his chair away.

"That was shore lovely, Maw." He says, rubbing his full belly. "I'm gonna rest up fer a while and then will see to the gal. Luke, Clem. I will need yer help. I don't wanna hurt her more than i hafta."

"Shure, Paw." Says both the boys...
 
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Cindy

She sat huddled in the corner, snearing at anything and everything. She was pissed off beyond words, trying hard to do her yoga and relax.. Calm, inner peace..

"But its too fucking hard!" She growled at no one. A bucket!? They gave her a fucking bucket to "do yer business." She snorted in an unlady like fashion and glared at the door, waiting for anyone stupid enough to come in here.

She had no touched the stew, nor the water. She could care less about the blanket and sorry excuse for a pillow, instead she sat holding her cell phone, hoping for a signal.

"I got to get out of here.." She was feeling miserable from crying and screaming, her throat hurt, her face was puffy, bloched and red.. All very disturbing for her.

She eyed her broken and chipped nails with distaste, her hands were dirty already, and she was certain whatever filth was in this hay that rubbed off on her pants would never come out.. good thing she had two more pairs at home.

"God... I want to go home!" She whispered brokeningly, curling tighter into a ball. What were these idiots after? Money? It had to be, nothing else made sense! But they didn't even know who she was!

What was going on around here? She paled, a horrible thought coming to mind..

Maybe they were cannibals? She felt her stomach lurch and groaned clutching herself tighter. This was the most horrible, aweful day of her entire life! Even more horrifying than losing her bikini top last summer at Daytona Beach!

She was no virgin, having been with her one boyfriend three times before they broke apart.. But still.. To lose one's shirt, or top on a crowded beach filled with strangers.. She had hid away for the remaining weekend, hoping no one she knew had seen that... And now look where she was? DId bad luck follow her everywhere?

She was working up a good self pity party inside her mind, and then working up a good anger problem for being sorry for herself. All in all, she was beyond reasonable and hoping, some how, she could get free?
 
Laura Brewster

"Yew're welcome Rube." She said with little sincerity in her voice. It was expected. She cook, they eat, they say thank you and go about their business. She cleaned up and went to bed. Most often not alone.

Inside she smiled sweetly, knowing that Luke would come to her tonight. But would he be in the mood after assisting Rube with the new gal?

"Rube? Might yew take Matthew instead of Luke?" She said quietly to him between the kitchen and his bedroom. "I don't think mah boy is ready ta see this. Yew know how soft he is.." For the first time in many years, she touched him on her own violation, Her hand coming up to rest on his forearm as she asked for something.

"Yew got yerself a real spit firah in there.. I's thinkin' she would fight ya." She ended it there, waited for his thoughts and answer.

He sighed a little, rubbing his beard before giving a slight nod of his head. She knew he was reluctant to let Luke off the hook so easily, but he also knew Luke was a softy, unlike his four brothers.

"Awlright. Jist this once Maw." He grumbled before moving off. She smiled then, though no one seen it. She had won this round, something not common.

Her smile quickly faded, knowing that sooner or later Rube would want his boy to be a real man and not her boy any more. But she would prepare for that day another time, for now she had her boy to herself.

She seen the girl, knew the stabs of jealousy inside and did not like how it felt. Not where Luke was concerned. The rest she could have, they merely rutted for themselves.. Luke was different, that's her boy.

"Ya'll git outta the kitchen now.. I's got ta clean itup." She shooed the boys out, giving Luke a little smile and caressed his arm as she handed him the last biscuit. "Yew need yer energy.." She pushed him off and set about cleaning the kitchen back the way it was.
 
Rube

In his chair, Rube pulls the pipe out of his mouth and tips its contents onto the floor, tapping on the table next to him for good measure.

"Okay, boys. Time ta git ta work." He announces as he gets up and stretches, scratching his belly.

"Ah'm ready, Paw." Clem says, getting up with him.

"Me too, Paw." Chimes in Matthew.

"Wadda 'bout me, Paw?" Lennie asks. "Can I cum too?"

Rube can see the disappointment on his boy's face when he tells him 'no'.

"Sorry, boy. But she's yore future bride an' yew don't git ta touch her until yore weddin' nite. We gotta keep ta tradishon yew understan'."

"S'pose so, Paw."

Rube goes to follow Clem and Matthew out the door when he pauses before Luke still sitting.

"I know I promised yore Maw but yew wanna cum along? Yew ain't even seen her yet." He asks.

"I preefer not to, Paw." His son replies.

Rube nods, not surprised by his reaction, and leaves the cabin...
 
Luke

The boy watches his father get up from the chair.

"Okay, boys. Time ta git ta work." He shouts.

"Ah'm ready, Paw." He hears Clem say.

"Me too, Paw." Says Matthew.

"Wadda 'bout me, Paw?" Lennie asks. "Can I cum too?"

"Sorry, boy." His father tells his brother. "But she's yore future bride an' yew don't git ta touch her until yore weddin' nite. We gotta keep ta tradishon yew understan'."

"S'pose so, Paw."

His father then comes over to him and stops.

"I know I promised yore Maw but yew wanna cum along? Yew ain't even seen her yet." He asks.

Luke looks up at him. "I preefer not to, Paw."

After his father and brothers have left the cabin, he gets up and sees how his mother is getting on. He finds her tidying up the kitchen. He finds himself admiring her as he watches her working. Never has he seen anyone looking so lovely even though she never wears make-up, like the girls down at the town.

She stops as she notices him standing there.

"Yes, honey?" She asks him, giving him that smile that brightens her whole face.

"I jest wunder'd if yew wanted any help is all." He tells her...
 
Laura

She turned and smiled at Luke, silently blessing his wholesome sweet heart. She loved her youngest, he was so much more than the others would ever be, a true man.. She just could not voice that opinion.

"If you would like to help me, why I wouldn't mind your company at'all, Luke." It would keep her from thinking about her own family she had not seen in thirty five plus years...

"They's gonna be busy for awhile.." she noted aloud, watching Luke's reaction to this comment. Did he regret not going? It didn't appear to be so?

"Why don't you have some cookies I done baked earlier, and set a spell while I finish this mess up?" she patted his bum and gave him a gentle nudge towards the cookie jar. "Tell me about your day?" Sometimes it felt as if there were no others in the world but the two of them, times like these.. she really enjoyed these moments. No worries, no demands, just her and luke... Perfection in her mind. And a might less demandin' as well!
 
Cynthia

"Alright Cindy... Calm... Think calming thoughts.. remember your yoga trainer's advice.. his ass.. FUCK!" She glared at her 'inner self' with malice. She was in a real fucked up situation and she was thinking of her trainer's ass?!

She sat back as far as the chain would let her. Furthest she could get from the door, into the safest place she had felt since Rube shot that damned gun off!

She stared at her cell phone, waiting for it to indicate it had a few bars.. "Pleeeeeeeease!" She begged, but her hand squeezed harder on the small metal object. "please. PLEASE! Damn it!" She cursed under her breath, her stomach churning unhappily. If she could only reach her daddy.. A cop.. SOMEONE!

Surely they wouldn't keep her here forever? Right? She looked around and then froze in place as she eyed a spider on the board. Fear and a creepy sensation crawled up and down her spine, making her shiver and jerk.

Her eyes were wide, swearing to god she had never seen a larger spider than that one staring at her, but in this neck of the woods, it was merely a Daddylongleg... A harmless little thing nothing more than legs... Cindy didn't know this however, and when it moved towards her spot just an inch or so, she yelped out loud. "GOD DAMN IT! GET OUT OF HERE!" She threw hay at it, watching the spider sink itself tighter to the wood but not move away.

It reminder her of Rube..

She giggled, sniffled a little and pushed tighter into the corner. Her legs were starting to go numb crouched like this, but she was too afraid of that spider now to move.

Hanging her head down, she brushed her palm against her forehead, fresh tears streaking down her dirty cheeks. She had to keep hope, or she may as well be dead.

A scamper/scraping noise was heard off to her right. Jumping into action, she buried her cell phone into the hay after hastily turning it off and covering it up. She stood up, spider forgotten as her eyes glued to the closed barn door.

She could hear them coming, two male voices poking fun at each other and laughing over their 'fun' tonight... What fun?

"Oh god.. They wouldn't...?" She backed up again into the corner, only this time standing, her eyes unblinking were not about to leave that door for a second!
 
Rube

When he enters the barn, he sees his two sons looking at Lennie's new bride.

"Like her, boys?" He grins as he places the jar of lube on a nearby shelf - ignoring any protests coming from the girl.

"Yeah, Paw! She's shore perty." Chimes Clem.

"Yeah." Agrees Matthew and he gives her a goofy grin.

"How cum Lennie's got her?" Clem asks.

"Coz he asked. That's why." His father answers him.

"Wal, kin I ask fer one now?"

Rube chuckles.

"Wimmen don't grow on trees, son. But we'll see. Mebbe next spring, once the snow's thawed." He watches Clem's face. "Til then, yew'll jist hafta borra this one."

Clem's face breaks into a huge grin.

"Okay now." Rube says, clapping his large hands. "Time to start breakin' this gal in. Clem! Matthew! Grab her while I git the ropes."...
 
Luke

The boy does as he is told and sits at the table as he chews at his biscuit.

"Wal, me an' Clem have been doin' the fences on the south side. Sore a perty bird on a tree an' ah though of yew, knowin' how much yew like perty things an' all." He beams at her. "Mebbe ah cood take yew there sumtime?"...
 
Cindy

She stood frozen in the corner as two of the most disgusting looking men on the planet came waltzing into the barn.

"Woooooweee! Looky there Clem!" Matthew whistled as he eyed Lennie's new wife up and down lustfully.

"Dern she's a looker.." Clem whispered as he slowly got closer to the cornered female.

"Stop looking at me like that!" She snapped at them, causing both men to draw up short and stare harder.

"A might sassy to.." Clem leered, licking his lips as he thought of all he would get to do to her..

"You bet your asses Im sassy! Now release me!" She glared at the two baffoons.

"Caint dew dat. Paw would be mighty mad if'n we did.. now jest hesh.." Clem tried his best to appear in control much like his pa but failed. His stature was big, but not as big as Rube's and his uncertainty shined in his eyes.

"She's got purdy teets.." Matthew wasn't caring one iota about the fuming woman's mouth, he was transfixed on her pillowy bossoms.

"What?!" She gasped, instantly covering herself with her arms. "Don't even THINK about touching me you swine!"

"awwww whutdya do that fer?" Matthew whined a little, inching closer to Cindy's corner, watching the scared filly try and move further into the corner. "I jist wanna wee peek is all.."

Just then Rube entered the Barn setting down a can of something before ordering the boys to seize her and tie her up.

"WHAT?! No! You can't do that!" Why would they want to tie her up? She was already chained! She wasn't going to escape...


"Oh god! I think I'm going to be sick!" She paled considerably, her arms tightening as tight as they could around her breasts, backing from the two boys coming towards her.

"If you touch me.. In ANY way! I will.. I will....I will kill you!" She couldn't think of a single threat that would stop them other than that, but sadly Clem only grinned broader and Rube chuckled behind them.

Matthew lunged for her arm and got a sharp kick to his shin for his efforts. Ducking under Clem's groping hands, she kicked out at him and nearly nailed him in the 'family jewels'.

The next second her head was snapped back as Matthew slapped her hard as he could across the face. "STOP THAT! Stupid wemmen!" Her head reeled as her ears rang loudly. Her face stung but no permanent damage had been done. Clem unshackled her legs while Matthew wrestled her hands behind her back, pushing them up far enough to cause pain and freeze her struggling actions.

"Now yew listen! and listen rightly so's I dont have ta hurt cha any more. Ok?" To show his strength Matthew pushed a little more causing her to whimper and finally cry out in pain. Her head nodded as she stopped trying to kick Clem and instead broke out in huge sobs of despair.
 
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"Sure can." She flashed a smile at Luke before taking him a cool glass of milk.
"If mah chores are done, I am sure I could sneak out for a wee bit." She thought about it only a moment, knowing a quiet day with her boy would be perfect. If.. Always if.

"Well all is done here. Lennie be sulkin' outside, pa is busy. Guess it's bed time." She dried her hands on the towel and looked out the window. They would be busy for most of the night with Lennie's new wife, she wouldn't be needed since their pleasure would come first then the old 'snore' session.

She shook her head sadly. They wouldn't have no troubles with wemmen if they would just try a little harder to pleasure them rightly.

"Good night son." She went through the same ritual nightly. Kissed their foreheads good night, except Rube's, took herself to her room to chnge for bed, and waited for which ever one would join her once she was under the bedding and lights out.

She stopped and seen to lennie, gave up trying to convince him to sleep and went to her own room. She stripped off her old gown, washed with a cool rag and slipped an ankle length gown over her head. It covered her from neck to toe, but was loose enough to lift and get business done.

She turned off the oil lamp and crawled into her bed. She couldn't keep down the excitement level building inside her this night, knowing it was luke coming to her again.
 
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