Suzy’s Strange Saga
Maybe it’s because of everything you’ve been through within the past week, (not to mention the incident with your uncle) but the oddest thing about this situation is that you’re more revolted than scared.
That isn’t to say you’re not scared though, you don’t want to be raped and you certainly don’t want to die, especially given everything you’ve just survived. The thought sickens you, but you realize there might still be a way to avoid your current horrible situation without resisting.
“You gonna treat me like a whore? Come on then do it!” you say.
“What?” Ranko asks.
“Come on, stick it in me daddy. I want to feel…” you start to say when Ranko pushes the razor against your throat that it feels like its going to break the skin.
“You playin’ with me bitch?” Ranko says with his face so close to yours that you have to prevent yourself from pulling away due to his bad breath.
“Not at all, you’re doin’ it the way I like it. Daddy used to come into my room late at night and get rough sometimes, but I knew he only did it because he loved me…”
“You…are one twisted…”
Before Ranko can finish his sentence you muster up the courage and put aside the revulsion long enough to move your head forward to kiss Ranko’s lips and even shove your tongue in his mouth.
It’s the worst thing you’ve ever tasted, and it’s only due to your strong gag reflex (Yes, if most people knew that about you they’d have a field day with the jokes due to that knowledge) that you don’t puke.
Ranko’s blade has cut your neck superficially due to moving your head forward, but your action has had the desired effect of him relaxing a bit. Not enough that you’d trust being able to escape or successfully get the straight razor away, but it bought you some time.
“Hah, I KNEW you were into me! No bitch can resist a man who takes charge! You want me to do you like daddy did huh? Well did he ever do this?” Ranko says and then flips you over.
“I’m gonna ride your ASS so hard, you’re not gonna shit right for a long time!” he says and starts pulling your pants down.
“Oh no! I’m a virgin back there!” you say in the most innocent way possible, which of course makes Ranko only laugh like the rapist creep he is and rips your panties off.
Meanwhile the blood must’ve completely left his brain and gone all to his dick, because the idiot dropped his straight razor in his desire to fuck you in the ass. You grab the straight razor, which is now near your hand.
Before Ranko can get his dick into the “promised land” you turn your head and swipe backwards with the razor. He’s close enough that you catch him across the face.
“AGH! GODDAMNIT! FUCKING BITCH!” he shouts and falls backwards holding the side of his face. You scramble forward and grab a couple of nearby items before turning around to throw them at him.
He blocks and screams a bunch of obscenities, but before he can advance towards you, someone has at last heard the commotion going on.
“Motherfucker…” Shrimpy says opening up the door and rushes to punch Ranko in the small of the back. Ranko back kicks Shrimpy causing the little guy to fall. Sensing he’s no longer in control of the situation, Ranko tries to escape out the door, only to trip and fall awkwardly on his face due to his pants and underwear still being around his ankles.
You aren’t about to let Ranko get away with shit, so you plunge the razor into Ranko’s ass and twist. His screams are predictable.
“Was it good for you?” you say and then slam his face into the door twice, breaking his nose and causing him to gurgle a bit on his own blood. And for the finisher, you pull the bloody, shitty razor out of his ass and slit his throat with it.
You then fall back and sit on a nearby chair breathing heavily after your ordeal. Shrimpy at this point recovers as well.
“Shit, I know this is a silly question, but are you all right?” he asks.
“ (Pant) Well, I’m alright in that at least this fucktard didn’t ass rape me, but this wasn’t a pleasant experience (pant). Fuck. “
“Well at least its over now…” Shrimpy starts to say before he’s interrupted.
(Knock knock) “Hey what’s going on in there, heard all this…holy fuck…” Dolores says as she opens up the door revealing Ranko’s bloody face as the first thing she sees.
“Nothin’ Dolores, just an ex-disgruntled employee. It’s been taken care of.” You shout.
“SUZY! What happened?! Are you all right?!” you hear Klepto remark from outside.
“Uh, she’s fine Klepto, she just needs some time by herself. Why don’t you help pull this asshole out of the trailer?” Shrimpy says and gets Ranko’s body by the feet while presumably Dolores and Klepto pull the rest of him out of the trailer.
“What the hell happened to his ass? It’s all bloody…ugh, this guy smells worse than when he was alive.” You hear Dolores say, as the door slams shut.
You grab something to cover your naked lower half with while Shrimpy continues to stand in the doorway, just in case Klepto wants to play “white knight” and come see you.
“Thanks Shrimpy.” You say.
“For what, I barely did anything.” He replies.
“It was enough that you got here when you did.”
“Well I was initially on my way to ask where are next destination was going to be, but I guess that can wait for now. And don’t worry I won’t be telling Klepto or anyone else about seeing you…well less than fully clothed.”
“Well I appreciate that too. As for our next destination, I dunno, with as crazy as things seem to be getting maybe we should just stick to rural areas for awhile.”
“Yeah, probably for the best. Well I’ll leave now, but remember we’re all here when you need to talk.”
“Shrimpy?” you call out once more.
“Yes, Suzy?”
“What is your real name?”
“Heh, oh that. Been awhile since anyone used it, but it’s Lance.”
“Really?”
“Really. I know I don’t look like a Lance. You tend to think of a big tall guy with a square jaw. A real hero type.”
“Well like I said, you were a hero today.”
Lance smiles at this comment and nods before walking out the door.
And you’re all by yourself again. You look around the trailer and the new blood stains you’re going to have to clean. You immediately lock the door, go wash up and allow yourself to break down a bit in the shower.
Still through the tears, you realize that you’re a lot stronger than you could’ve ever believed. You’re also glad you’ve got a “family” of sorts now, there is some comfort in that.
The rest of your day is spent staying alone in your trailer though given that the whole carnival is soon on the move it isn’t like anyone is going to just walk up and knock on your door now.
The motion of the trailer combined with the stress of the day causes you to collapse on your bed and close your eyes as you eventually fall asleep…
That isn’t to say you’re not scared though, you don’t want to be raped and you certainly don’t want to die, especially given everything you’ve just survived. The thought sickens you, but you realize there might still be a way to avoid your current horrible situation without resisting.
“You gonna treat me like a whore? Come on then do it!” you say.
“What?” Ranko asks.
“Come on, stick it in me daddy. I want to feel…” you start to say when Ranko pushes the razor against your throat that it feels like its going to break the skin.
“You playin’ with me bitch?” Ranko says with his face so close to yours that you have to prevent yourself from pulling away due to his bad breath.
“Not at all, you’re doin’ it the way I like it. Daddy used to come into my room late at night and get rough sometimes, but I knew he only did it because he loved me…”
“You…are one twisted…”
Before Ranko can finish his sentence you muster up the courage and put aside the revulsion long enough to move your head forward to kiss Ranko’s lips and even shove your tongue in his mouth.
It’s the worst thing you’ve ever tasted, and it’s only due to your strong gag reflex (Yes, if most people knew that about you they’d have a field day with the jokes due to that knowledge) that you don’t puke.
Ranko’s blade has cut your neck superficially due to moving your head forward, but your action has had the desired effect of him relaxing a bit. Not enough that you’d trust being able to escape or successfully get the straight razor away, but it bought you some time.
“Hah, I KNEW you were into me! No bitch can resist a man who takes charge! You want me to do you like daddy did huh? Well did he ever do this?” Ranko says and then flips you over.
“I’m gonna ride your ASS so hard, you’re not gonna shit right for a long time!” he says and starts pulling your pants down.
“Oh no! I’m a virgin back there!” you say in the most innocent way possible, which of course makes Ranko only laugh like the rapist creep he is and rips your panties off.
Meanwhile the blood must’ve completely left his brain and gone all to his dick, because the idiot dropped his straight razor in his desire to fuck you in the ass. You grab the straight razor, which is now near your hand.
Before Ranko can get his dick into the “promised land” you turn your head and swipe backwards with the razor. He’s close enough that you catch him across the face.
“AGH! GODDAMNIT! FUCKING BITCH!” he shouts and falls backwards holding the side of his face. You scramble forward and grab a couple of nearby items before turning around to throw them at him.
He blocks and screams a bunch of obscenities, but before he can advance towards you, someone has at last heard the commotion going on.
“Motherfucker…” Shrimpy says opening up the door and rushes to punch Ranko in the small of the back. Ranko back kicks Shrimpy causing the little guy to fall. Sensing he’s no longer in control of the situation, Ranko tries to escape out the door, only to trip and fall awkwardly on his face due to his pants and underwear still being around his ankles.
You aren’t about to let Ranko get away with shit, so you plunge the razor into Ranko’s ass and twist. His screams are predictable.
“Was it good for you?” you say and then slam his face into the door twice, breaking his nose and causing him to gurgle a bit on his own blood. And for the finisher, you pull the bloody, shitty razor out of his ass and slit his throat with it.
You then fall back and sit on a nearby chair breathing heavily after your ordeal. Shrimpy at this point recovers as well.
“Shit, I know this is a silly question, but are you all right?” he asks.
“ (Pant) Well, I’m alright in that at least this fucktard didn’t ass rape me, but this wasn’t a pleasant experience (pant). Fuck. “
“Well at least its over now…” Shrimpy starts to say before he’s interrupted.
(Knock knock) “Hey what’s going on in there, heard all this…holy fuck…” Dolores says as she opens up the door revealing Ranko’s bloody face as the first thing she sees.
“Nothin’ Dolores, just an ex-disgruntled employee. It’s been taken care of.” You shout.
“SUZY! What happened?! Are you all right?!” you hear Klepto remark from outside.
“Uh, she’s fine Klepto, she just needs some time by herself. Why don’t you help pull this asshole out of the trailer?” Shrimpy says and gets Ranko’s body by the feet while presumably Dolores and Klepto pull the rest of him out of the trailer.
“What the hell happened to his ass? It’s all bloody…ugh, this guy smells worse than when he was alive.” You hear Dolores say, as the door slams shut.
You grab something to cover your naked lower half with while Shrimpy continues to stand in the doorway, just in case Klepto wants to play “white knight” and come see you.
“Thanks Shrimpy.” You say.
“For what, I barely did anything.” He replies.
“It was enough that you got here when you did.”
“Well I was initially on my way to ask where are next destination was going to be, but I guess that can wait for now. And don’t worry I won’t be telling Klepto or anyone else about seeing you…well less than fully clothed.”
“Well I appreciate that too. As for our next destination, I dunno, with as crazy as things seem to be getting maybe we should just stick to rural areas for awhile.”
“Yeah, probably for the best. Well I’ll leave now, but remember we’re all here when you need to talk.”
“Shrimpy?” you call out once more.
“Yes, Suzy?”
“What is your real name?”
“Heh, oh that. Been awhile since anyone used it, but it’s Lance.”
“Really?”
“Really. I know I don’t look like a Lance. You tend to think of a big tall guy with a square jaw. A real hero type.”
“Well like I said, you were a hero today.”
Lance smiles at this comment and nods before walking out the door.
And you’re all by yourself again. You look around the trailer and the new blood stains you’re going to have to clean. You immediately lock the door, go wash up and allow yourself to break down a bit in the shower.
Still through the tears, you realize that you’re a lot stronger than you could’ve ever believed. You’re also glad you’ve got a “family” of sorts now, there is some comfort in that.
The rest of your day is spent staying alone in your trailer though given that the whole carnival is soon on the move it isn’t like anyone is going to just walk up and knock on your door now.
The motion of the trailer combined with the stress of the day causes you to collapse on your bed and close your eyes as you eventually fall asleep…