Outrage In Dixie


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, NonConsensual, Rape, .

Desc: Sex Story: Woman is raped. After she escapes death she and a cattleman plot her revenge.

I am a light sleeper, several times each night my dogs will bark and wake me.

I can tell by the way they bark whether I should get up and turn the outside lights on and check.

The dogs are in a chain link fenced yard that allows them to prowl all around the house except the three twelve foot wide garage doors.

When the dogs woke me I could tell that they were really upset.

I got my pistol and went to the far end of the house, the ranch office. From the window or the door I can see the area between the house and barn and the front of the garage wing.

I saw nothing, but I turned the outside lights on to check.

My dogs were barking and jumping on the fence, they were looking at the first garage door. I knew something was there. I opened the outside door to the office and tried to see what was causing the commotion.

The dogs got quiet and I stepped out on the patio. I could see that someone was hiding in the recess of the garage door. I had a seven foot high chain link fence between me and my visitor and the hammer was back on the gun.

I asked who was there.

No answer to that.

I said "Step away from the door or I will shoot".

My visitor was crying and blubbered out "Don't shoot me I need help".

It was a feminine voice.

I asked what she was doing at my door this late at night.

She said that she had gotten away from three men that had kidnapped her then beat her and torn her clothes off.

She said she was naked, cold and hurt and afraid they might find her. She begged me to let her in.

I was standing bare foot on a cold concrete patio wearing just my pants.

I was living alone in that big house since my wife died three years before.

A single person living out in the country needs to be very careful about who they let in their house.

Was she alone ?

Did she have a gun or knife ?

Was it smart to let this person in my house ?

I could not turn her away but I needed to be careful about this.

I told her I would open the garage door she was leaning against, she was to come in the garage. I would turn on the lights in the garages and close the door. Then I would let her in the house.

The switches for the garage doors are in the hall near the door from the house to the garages.

After she was in the garage I opened the door and kept the security door between her and me locked.

I told her to come over to the inside door and turn all the way around so I could see that she was not armed with any sort of weapon.

She looked as if she had been beaten bad by those guys and she had hundreds of briar scratches all over her body.

She was filthy with mud and cow crap.

Her hair was matted with grass, mud and leaves.

I opened the door and let her in, hell she could not have harmed a sick fly.

The first thing I asked her was if she wanted me to call the law.

She said she did not want the law involved. They would not be able to catch those bastards and she would be on the front page of the news papers.

She asked me to let her get cleaned up first and lend her some clothes to wear then she would try to figure out what to do next.

I led her to the shower in my bed room and hung one of my robes on the door. I knew she had probably been raped so I showed her how to remove the pulsating head from the hand shower and use the hose to wash herself out.

She took a good thirty minutes to shower, the water as hot as she could stand.

She came into the living room wearing my robe, it was much to big for her.

I had punched up the fire in the fire place and added some dry wood. She sat on the raised hearth soaking up the heat.

I told her she needed something on all her scratches and cuts and asked if she would like me to take her to the emergency room at a local hospital.

Again she wanted no part of that as the hospital might inform the police.

I am not completely stupid.

This lady was much to set on avoiding any contact with the law.

I wanted to know why.

She told me her name was Bethany Foulton, and that she was from Jackson Mississippi.

I took the quilt off one of the couches and spread it over the big coffee table and told her that I would do what I could for her cuts and scratches. I told her to get undressed and lay on the table and I would be right back with First Aid items. I suggested again that she let me take her to the emergency room at the hospital.

She was still negative to that.

When I came back with what I had for her wounds she was still sitting on the hearth. I told her to shed the robe and lay down on that coffee table again.

She said "I just want to sit here for a while".

I lost my patience with her.

I said "Look you asked me for help when you were outside". "Now I have let a stranger in my house and that is not at all smart". "You are going to do as I ask you or you are going to get out of here now". "I will find you something to wear".

Beth began to cry again, she begged me not to put her out, she was certain those guys would be still looking for her.

I asked her if she was ready to answer my questions.

She nodded her head.

I told her to take off the robe and lie on the table.

Beth dropped the robe on a couch and got on the coffee table.

She had scratches from briars all over her, some had cut pretty deep. Both her eyes were beginning to blacken and she had been hit in the mouth and her lips were cut. Black and blue bruises were all over her back and belly from their fists. Her breast were bruised almost all over.

I told her to start at the beginning and tell me how she got here.

She started to tell how she had gotten off I-20 at a group of truck stops to get a coke and use the ladies room.

I stopped her.

I said "Start at where and when you were born and give me your life story up until now.

Bethany Foulton was born in Jackson Ms. thirty four years ago. She had a nice childhood. There were three loving sisters and loving and caring parents.

Her parents were not rich but were comfortable.

She was an honor roll student and was pretty enough to be her senior class Homecoming Queen. She was well liked by her class mates and teachers. She had nothing but good memories of her youth.

Beth was tall enough to play basket ball in school. She was 5'10" tall and had earned an athletic scholarship at Old Miss. She finished college in three and a half years and earned degrees in Computer Science and Business.

Beth was offered a great job opportunity with I.B.M. and moved to Atlanta when she was twenty two years old.

She had been with I.B.M. eleven years and was now the head of her department, she was good at her job. She had gotten frequent raises in pay. She loved the work and had made many friends at I.B.M...

Two years ago she had met a man she thought she was in love with. They dated nearly a year and became engaged to be married.

She made a big mistake, her husband was a bad drunk and mean when he was drinking. He was dealing in drugs but he was smart enough to not become a user.

She was scared of him now.

Six months ago she finally got up her nerve enough to leave him. She went home to Jackson, but that was the first place he looked for her. When he found her he told her if she did not come home to Atlanta with him he would beat her half to death and then work her father and mother over.

She had believed he would do her parents harm and had returned to Atlanta with him. He had beat hell out of her when they were back in Atlanta.

Tim, her husband, was a Detective on the Atlanta Police Force.

She knew that if she ran from him again she would have to change her name and get a new social security number. She realized that he could trace her through her car, she would have to sell it and buy another.

When she had pulled off at the truck stop at the 165 mile exit on I-20 she was on her way to Jackson to her parents home. She knew she could only stay there a few minutes but she wanted them to know what she was doing.

When Beth parked at the Truck stop she locked her car and went inside. It was just about dark, no other cars were near hers. After using the lavatory and getting a coke she went back to her car.

Now a beat up old van was parked next to her car on the driver's side, the sliding door open, but no one in sight.

Beth started to put her key in the door lock. Suddenly an arm went around her waist and a hand over her mouth. She remembered her keys hitting her shoe and bouncing under the car as he leaned back with her and rolled them both into the van.

One of the guys started the van engine and the other closed the door while the guy who had grabbed her kept her on the floor. The beating started as the van was backing out of the parking spot.

The big one that had grabbed her used a knife to cut her clothes off while the other slapped and beat on her.

Soon the van stopped after leaving a paved road and going a short distance on a winding bumpy one.

Beth was dragged out of the van nude and dazed.

In a voice almost to low to hear she spoke of the brutal ways they had violated her. She told of the sick things they had made her do while they hurt her.

Those animals were already drunk, but kept on drinking.

When they were through with her they began arguing about how to dispose of her.

One wanted to tie a concrete block to her feet and throw her off the river bridge like they had that girl last week. It had been fun listening to her scream until she hit the water.

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