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Trailer Park Trash Trixie's Turkish Torment

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
After Simon delivered a third punishing blow, Tom held the girl, bent over and gagging. Drool from the blowjob and drool from her rising gorge dripped from her lips. He let her rest for a minute, her hands cradling her beaten belly. Then he stood her up and moved away.
"Well, Bitch?" asked Simon. "You gonna give us a down and dirty strip to shuck off the rest of your clothes, or you want some more belly taps." He punctuated the question by waving his closed fist in front of her.
“N..No…” she stammered, gasping for breath and holding out her left hand defensively while still clutching her beaten belly with her right. “I’ll...do it.”
"Good choice, trash," said Tom. "Now give us a slow and sensual strip. I’m sure that was part of every young girl’s education at the stinkin’ Trailer Park where you were whelped.”
Tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, which flushed with embarrassment, Trixie faced the men and reached for the fastener on the side of her mini skirt.
“No, Bitch,” shouted Dr. Reedy. “I said give us a show. Take your time. Writhe around some, touch yourself. Didn’t your whore mother ever teach her little girl how to please men? Show us what you learned from her if you don’t want a beating.”
Trixie looked at the man with eyes wide with astonishment. Did he honestly think her mother had taught her to be a stripper? How badly did they think of her? But, seeing him clench his hands into fists, her fear took over, and the girl from Branchwater began to sway and move her hands lightly up and down her torso in an attempt at eroticism.
Tom pulled a bottle of Seagrams out of his bottom desk drawer and poured glasses for Simon and himself as they watched the sexy redhead awkwardly try to please them.

Following Simon's increasingly explicit instructions, Trixie danced in place, swinging her hips and rolling her belly as her hands reached up to cup and caress her firm breasts. After a few minutes, Dr. Reedy allowed her to proceed with unfastening the skirt and sliding the zipper down. The short skirt slipped open, and Trixie bent to slide it down her well-trimmed legs and off her feet. Standing back up, the shapely girl, clad only in a lacy pink thong, presented an irresistibly tempting sight.
Simon, slowly stroking his hard erection, led her through a final set of humiliating, sensual moves, rocking her hips in coital imitation and bouncing her breasts in his face. At his order to remove the thong, the girl gave a heavy sob, hooked her fingers in the waistband, and stripped away the last tiny coverage of her body.
“Okay, slut. Get over here on your knees and give my cock some good loving,” snarled Dr. Reedy, taking a big swig of the liquor.
 

Fossy

Senator
After Simon delivered a third punishing blow, Tom held the girl, bent over and gagging. Drool from the blowjob and drool from her rising gorge dripped from her lips. He let her rest for a minute, her hands cradling her beaten belly. Then he stood her up and moved away.
"Well, Bitch?" asked Simon. "You gonna give us a down and dirty strip to shuck off the rest of your clothes, or you want some more belly taps." He punctuated the question by waving his closed fist in front of her.
“N..No…” she stammered, gasping for breath and holding out her left hand defensively while still clutching her beaten belly with her right. “I’ll...do it.”
"Good choice, trash," said Tom. "Now give us a slow and sensual strip. I’m sure that was part of every young girl’s education at the stinkin’ Trailer Park where you were whelped.”
Tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, which flushed with embarrassment, Trixie faced the men and reached for the fastener on the side of her mini skirt.
“No, Bitch,” shouted Dr. Reedy. “I said give us a show. Take your time. Writhe around some, touch yourself. Didn’t your whore mother ever teach her little girl how to please men? Show us what you learned from her if you don’t want a beating.”
Trixie looked at the man with eyes wide with astonishment. Did he honestly think her mother had taught her to be a stripper? How badly did they think of her? But, seeing him clench his hands into fists, her fear took over, and the girl from Branchwater began to sway and move her hands lightly up and down her torso in an attempt at eroticism.
Tom pulled a bottle of Seagrams out of his bottom desk drawer and poured glasses for Simon and himself as they watched the sexy redhead awkwardly try to please them.

Following Simon's increasingly explicit instructions, Trixie danced in place, swinging her hips and rolling her belly as her hands reached up to cup and caress her firm breasts. After a few minutes, Dr. Reedy allowed her to proceed with unfastening the skirt and sliding the zipper down. The short skirt slipped open, and Trixie bent to slide it down her well-trimmed legs and off her feet. Standing back up, the shapely girl, clad only in a lacy pink thong, presented an irresistibly tempting sight.
Simon, slowly stroking his hard erection, led her through a final set of humiliating, sensual moves, rocking her hips in coital imitation and bouncing her breasts in his face. At his order to remove the thong, the girl gave a heavy sob, hooked her fingers in the waistband, and stripped away the last tiny coverage of her body.
“Okay, slut. Get over here on your knees and give my cock some good loving,” snarled Dr. Reedy, taking a big swig of the liquor.
Damn yes ... whether her mother taught her or not, our young Trix certainly makes a very sensual stripper ... She does know that doing this once for these perverted bastards means doing it forever, whenever they call upon her ... poor, poor Trixie (I'm delighted to declare) ;) ...
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
My sympathies for poor Trixie are beyond description. How much worse for her can this get?
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Perhaps we've hit rock bottom? Trixie's come a long way from Branchwater

Tom Watson sat, naked, in the easy chair in his office, sipping his Seagrams. He glanced at the digital wall clock – 09:39 PM. They had been using Trixie for over three and one-half hours! Even with the doses of Sildenafil that he and Reedy had taken at seven, Tom had no erection left in him. He stared amazed at Simon, who was still managing to plow the girl like a freshly cleared field in Minnesota.
They had tied Trixie’s arms, wrist to elbow, behind her back a couple of hours ago to make her easier to control. These ropes were still in place, though they no longer served a purpose. The slut was like a limp ragdoll now. Simon had her on her knees with her head on the floor and was reaming her sore asshole with slow and persistent thrusts while he occasionally landed a hard spank on her red, sore ass. By now, she only gave soft grunts at the pain.

Tom watched as Dr. Reedy steadily gained momentum, thrusting harder and faster into the tortured girl. He grabbed a fistful of her red hair and pulled her head up for leverage against her hips. As Trixie’s torso came up above level, Tom saw her exhausted and pained look, grimacing at this fresh assault on her rectum. Her face was red from the exertion, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. As Simon pulled her hair even harder, her eyes went wide, and she groaned and arched so that her sweet breasts were now thrust toward Tom. The mounds of soft love flesh were swollen from almost constant abuse, and the coral areolas and nipples looked puffy and red.
Even if his dick refused to respond anymore, Watson wanted one last crack at that succulent flesh. He put down his glass and crawled over to below her body to take one nipple in his lips and suck it hard. Trixie still had the energy to cry out at this additional pain applied to the raw, almost bleeding flesh. He reached up with his hand and pinched and twisted the other nipple while biting the one in his mouth. The girl bucked and cried out at the pain. Her motions drove Simon over the edge, and he began pounding viciously into her anus while hitting her red and swollen ass with all his might.
Trixie struggled to escape the blinding agony of the assault. However, with her arms bound and two men holding her tortured body, she could do nothing to alleviate the pain. Tom's teeth sunk into her one nipple as his fingers squeezed the other in a vice-like grip. Simon moved his hips at top speed, applying damaging friction to her already abraded rectum. Finally, he came, releasing her hair and slapping the beautiful red buff in front of him using both hands.
The men almost collapsed themselves from the release of their sadistic exploitation of the redhead. As Trixie lay on the floor, still bound, crying, the two grabbed their Seagrams and toasted their success.
"Congratulations, Trixie," said Watson when he had caught his breath and began gathering his clothes. "I think you've earned your certificate!" Both men laughed heartily.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
still managing to plow the girl like a freshly cleared field in Minnesota.
Now there is a “Minnesota-ism” that I’ve never heard before. But then again I have never been subjected to the likes of what poor Trixie has had to deal with at the hands of these two monsters! I still think, nonetheless, that PrPr invented the saying.
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Now there is a “Minnesota-ism” that I’ve never heard before. I still think, nonetheless, that PrPr invented the saying.
I came across it second or third hand as a rude expression used by Swedish farmers in Northern Minnesota. I was told the original was something like nyklarat fält.
 

Fossy

Senator
Perhaps we've hit rock bottom? Trixie's come a long way from Branchwater

Tom Watson sat, naked, in the easy chair in his office, sipping his Seagrams. He glanced at the digital wall clock – 09:39 PM. They had been using Trixie for over three and one-half hours! Even with the doses of Sildenafil that he and Reedy had taken at seven, Tom had no erection left in him. He stared amazed at Simon, who was still managing to plow the girl like a freshly cleared field in Minnesota.
They had tied Trixie’s arms, wrist to elbow, behind her back a couple of hours ago to make her easier to control. These ropes were still in place, though they no longer served a purpose. The slut was like a limp ragdoll now. Simon had her on her knees with her head on the floor and was reaming her sore asshole with slow and persistent thrusts while he occasionally landed a hard spank on her red, sore ass. By now, she only gave soft grunts at the pain.

Tom watched as Dr. Reedy steadily gained momentum, thrusting harder and faster into the tortured girl. He grabbed a fistful of her red hair and pulled her head up for leverage against her hips. As Trixie’s torso came up above level, Tom saw her exhausted and pained look, grimacing at this fresh assault on her rectum. Her face was red from the exertion, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. As Simon pulled her hair even harder, her eyes went wide, and she groaned and arched so that her sweet breasts were now thrust toward Tom. The mounds of soft love flesh were swollen from almost constant abuse, and the coral areolas and nipples looked puffy and red.
Even if his dick refused to respond anymore, Watson wanted one last crack at that succulent flesh. He put down his glass and crawled over to below her body to take one nipple in his lips and suck it hard. Trixie still had the energy to cry out at this additional pain applied to the raw, almost bleeding flesh. He reached up with his hand and pinched and twisted the other nipple while biting the one in his mouth. The girl bucked and cried out at the pain. Her motions drove Simon over the edge, and he began pounding viciously into her anus while hitting her red and swollen ass with all his might.
Trixie struggled to escape the blinding agony of the assault. However, with her arms bound and two men holding her tortured body, she could do nothing to alleviate the pain. Tom's teeth sunk into her one nipple as his fingers squeezed the other in a vice-like grip. Simon moved his hips at top speed, applying damaging friction to her already abraded rectum. Finally, he came, releasing her hair and slapping the beautiful red buff in front of him using both hands.
The men almost collapsed themselves from the release of their sadistic exploitation of the redhead. As Trixie lay on the floor, still bound, crying, the two grabbed their Seagrams and toasted their success.
"Congratulations, Trixie," said Watson when he had caught his breath and began gathering his clothes. "I think you've earned your certificate!" Both men laughed heartily.
"... I think you've earned your certificate!" Both men laughed heartily ..." - this surely is the only certificate Trixie earned during this long, long afternoon ...

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NewUser

Magistrate
Another New day at the CF university.

Thanks to PrPr, I completely understood the topic of "Sexual objectification". It turned out very clearly and intelligibly.
When are my practical classes? And when I takes an exam?

Seriously speaking, you managed to successfully describe how sexual violence is changing in modern "civilized" society, what New forms it takes.

P.S.
I thought so. These two bastards are impotent. Their penis gets up only from the humiliation of a defenseless girl and Viagra
 
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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Dr. Reedy untied Trixie's arms while Watson gathered up her clothes. "Get dressed, slut," he said, tossing them on her prone, still panting body. "We need to be out of here before the watchmen come at ten-thirty."
Trixie painfully pushed herself up and began dressing. One of her bra shoulder straps had been torn, but she could fasten the back. As the girl did, she groaned from the pain in her tits from the contact. That bra was ruined, she thought - there went thirty-five dollars of her borrowed money down the drain. She slipped on her panties that appeared undamaged, just wet with her saliva from when they had used them to gag her. Her delicate new $60 blouse was missing two buttons but could be closed. Her skirt was undamaged except for some semen stains.

Meanwhile, the men had dressed, and each took an arm to lead her out of the office.
Trixie limped along between them. The spaces between her legs were painfully sore and still dripping various fluids. Oblivious to her discomforts, the two hurried her down the hall and out the front entrance to avoid being seen.
They half-carried the girl to the end of the block where there was a taxi stand with a solitary Yellow Cab. Simon opened the rear door, and Tom tossed the semi-limp girl carelessly into the back seat. Simon told the driver the address, and Tom threw two $20 bills onto Trixie's lap, saying, in a loud voice so the driver would hear, "Forty Bucks. That's what the whore charges for an evening of fun!" Dr. Reedy laughed out loud. He looked at the driver, "She's worth it, man. This slut is dirty; she will do ANYTHING!" Watson and Dr. Reedy stood back and laughed as the cab pulled away.

The cab driver, a dark-skinned, older man of indeterminant Middle-Eastern descent, stole furtive, lustful glances in the rearview mirror of the beautiful girl, with her clothes in disarray and two bills on her lap. He had never fucked a redhead, he thought. Such a sexy young girl, nothing like his fat old wife. Just forty dollars for a night of pleasure with the houri? By Allah, that would be worth it! He tried to start a conversation and even attempted a suggestive remark or two and even a proposition. But Trixie was only semi-conscious and didn't respond to his sexual overtures. Ayreh Feek, he thought. The bitch thinks she's too good for a dark-skinned man!

When they got to the dorm after a short ride, the girl clumsily opened the door and struggled to get out. The driver, still pissed, made no move to help her but just demanded his fare, $12.50. Trixie, groggy, handed him the two twenties. The driver pocked both bills. He figured the big tip was better than spending money on an unconscious whore, no matter how sexy.

Trixie staggered up the walk to the door. As she did, fear swept over her. She couldn't let her teammates know she had prostituted herself to save her job! She was consumed by unbearable shame. As she entered the building, she was relieved to see the lights dimmed and no one about except the security guard in his office. He gave only the quickest glance and a wave of his hand as his eyes were glued on some huge titted woman on a reality TV show.
Trixie snuck up to her room as quietly as possible. On the way, she passed the refreshment bar, still stocked with snacks and drinks. She'd had no dinner, but the thought of food with all that semen in her stomach revolted her. She just grabbed a bottle of water to rinse the still disgusting taste from her mouth.
Back in her room, she took a hot shower that hurt terribly on her bruised and abraded skin but seemed to wash a little bit of the shame away. Afterward, she went to bed and cried very hard. But, exhausted, she soon fell asleep.
 

NewUser

Magistrate
Dr. Reedy untied Trixie's arms while Watson gathered up her clothes. "Get dressed, slut," he said, tossing them on her prone, still panting body. "We need to be out of here before the watchmen come at ten-thirty."
Trixie painfully pushed herself up and began dressing. One of her bra shoulder straps had been torn, but she could fasten the back. As the girl did, she groaned from the pain in her tits from the contact. That bra was ruined, she thought - there went thirty-five dollars of her borrowed money down the drain. She slipped on her panties that appeared undamaged, just wet with her saliva from when they had used them to gag her. Her delicate new $60 blouse was missing two buttons but could be closed. Her skirt was undamaged except for some semen stains.

Meanwhile, the men had dressed, and each took an arm to lead her out of the office.
Trixie limped along between them. The spaces between her legs were painfully sore and still dripping various fluids. Oblivious to her discomforts, the two hurried her down the hall and out the front entrance to avoid being seen.
They half-carried the girl to the end of the block where there was a taxi stand with a solitary Yellow Cab. Simon opened the rear door, and Tom tossed the semi-limp girl carelessly into the back seat. Simon told the driver the address, and Tom threw two $20 bills onto Trixie's lap, saying, in a loud voice so the driver would hear, "Forty Bucks. That's what the whore charges for an evening of fun!" Dr. Reedy laughed out loud. He looked at the driver, "She's worth it, man. This slut is dirty; she will do ANYTHING!" Watson and Dr. Reedy stood back and laughed as the cab pulled away.

The cab driver, a dark-skinned, older man of indeterminant Middle-Eastern descent, stole furtive, lustful glances in the rearview mirror of the beautiful girl, with her clothes in disarray and two bills on her lap. He had never fucked a redhead, he thought. Such a sexy young girl, nothing like his fat old wife. Just forty dollars for a night of pleasure with the houri? By Allah, that would be worth it! He tried to start a conversation and even attempted a suggestive remark or two and even a proposition. But Trixie was only semi-conscious and didn't respond to his sexual overtures. Ayreh Feek, he thought. The bitch thinks she's too good for a dark-skinned man!

When they got to the dorm after a short ride, the girl clumsily opened the door and struggled to get out. The driver, still pissed, made no move to help her but just demanded his fare, $12.50. Trixie, groggy, handed him the two twenties. The driver pocked both bills. He figured the big tip was better than spending money on an unconscious whore, no matter how sexy.

Trixie staggered up the walk to the door. As she did, fear swept over her. She couldn't let her teammates know she had prostituted herself to save her job! She was consumed by unbearable shame. As she entered the building, she was relieved to see the lights dimmed and no one about except the security guard in his office. He gave only the quickest glance and a wave of his hand as his eyes were glued on some huge titted woman on a reality TV show.
Trixie snuck up to her room as quietly as possible. On the way, she passed the refreshment bar, still stocked with snacks and drinks. She'd had no dinner, but the thought of food with all that semen in her stomach revolted her. She just grabbed a bottle of water to rinse the still disgusting taste from her mouth.
Back in her room, she took a hot shower that hurt terribly on her bruised and abraded skin but seemed to wash a little bit of the shame away. Afterward, she went to bed and cried very hard. But, exhausted, she soon fell asleep.
In my opinion, a brilliant move, PrPr.

A disgusting thing has happened.
But everyone focused on some small things: Trixie counted the material losses, Tom and Reddy, like small hooligans, covered their tracks, even the taxi driver - only about tips.

As a result , it was as if nothing terrible had happened...
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
As a result , it was as if nothing terrible had happened...
And when you stop to think, it wasn't that terrible. Just two guys having a little fun with Trailer Park Trash - a little sex - a little rough? What's so bad about that? Those cheap sluts are used to it. They don't expect any better!
 
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Phew, is it over at last? For me this was far more harrowing than any scourging or torture scenes from Goth Girl.

That you can elicit such emotion from me (and the fact that I’m still here given I’m not really Into this scene) suggests your characterisation has made Trixie so real to me.

Maybe I struggle because I can’t put myself in her place- unlike other characters you’ve written, I find it quite easy to self-identify with horrible torture and rape in an ancient setting… but I can’t seem to be Trixie in this scene.

And thank Ghod you didn’t have the taxi driver rape her either, I couldn’t stand it!

I’m very glad no-one noticed her sneak back to the dorm. I’m barracking very hard for Trixie now, I hope she can turn the tables on those complete bastards…

You’ve created an awesome underdog, so just like at the Olympics barracking for an Aussie to come 4th in the 800m, I’m rooting for Trixie to not just prevail but succeed big time!

Oh and I bet I love when she finally gets into big trouble in Turkey (so long as these pricks aren’t involved), which was the original hook for me! Lol am I being too obtuse or fickle? Maybe… :clap:
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
And thank Ghod you didn’t have the taxi driver rape her either, I couldn’t stand it!
That was a very close thing. I was really tempted to let Bashar (that was his name) rape her (with ethnic and religious insults and humiliations) and then give her $40. But, we are coming very close to the end of Part I and I just didn't want to go on a four-day extension. I'm lazy.
 
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