Suzy’s Strange Saga
Well Donna would know better than you how fucked up it is at Julie’s house. You don’t particularly care for the idea of her just leaving her doors open for any potential nutjob to come in. You’d at least have some more control over that, if you lived in the trailer with Donna who will probably be gone most of the time anyway.
And perhaps Donna’s observations of the trailer park are correct; maybe it isn’t as bad there as you’ve always believed.
A few minutes of driving to your destination and you’re sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. Fortunately it seems to thin out as you leave town. Maybe this was a better idea after all.
You soon reach the trailer park, but you pull up near the entrance rather than inside it. You don’t know which trailer she lives in, so you figure the owner knows and you imagine he lives in the trailer up front with the signs on it saying “Inquire about trailers here.”
You get out of the car and go knock on the door.
“Goddamnit stop fucking knockin’. I’m comin’!” you hear an old crotchety voice shout.
The door opens up and your eyes are “greeted” by the sight of a little old man wearing nothing but an open robe and boxer shorts. His body is wizened and wrinkled and he obviously has no modesty at all.
“What the hell you want blondie? This ain’t a fuckin’ whorehouse.” He exclaims.
“Uh, my sister Donna got a trailer from you the other day, I was just wondering where it was.” You ask.
The old guy looks you up and down, squinting the entire time.
“I don’t know nuthin’ about no girl named Donna. All I do know is some whore yesterday sucked me off as down payment for a trailer. I don’t normally trade property fer pussy, but goddamn if that girl wasn’t lying about giving the best head ever…”
While you sort of had an inkling of how Donna got a trailer so quickly, you didn’t really need to know the gruesome details. And now after seeing who she serviced to get it…you just want to change the subject.
“Okay, anyway which trailer does she live in?” you ask.
“She lives in the trailer at the far end of the park. Now unless you gonna rent a trailer wit money or yer lips too, get the hell outta my face an don’t bother me!” the old man shouts.
As you leave the old bastard he slams his door shut. You get back in the car and drive into the park.
The first thing you notice that you didn’t expect is how quiet the place is. You were expecting a lot more drama going on like on a bad daytime talk show, but you get none of that. You don’t even see anyone really around.
Eventually you approach the far end of the park, and there you see a trailer, which seems to stand out near a large open field. You’re guessing this one is it.
You park and approach the trailer and when you try the door that when you realize that you don’t have a key for this place. Donna apparently didn’t develop the bad habits of Julie either since the door is firmly locked.
“Damn. (Sigh)” you say to yourself realizing that your choice is either wait all day in your vehicle, or maybe go back to to the manager who might have a spare key, though you’d rather not deal with him again.
“Hey darlin’ never seen you before here! My name’s Jed!” a voice says.
You turn around and see a lanky redneck who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh. Hey.” You say.
“Hmm, you sure are beautiful. Yer even prettier than that girl that just moved in this trailer. You a friend of hers?”
“Sister actually. Does the manager have spare keys to the trailers?” you ask.
“That mean old bastard? Yeah, but if you need that open, you don’t need to go all the way back to him, here I can open it.”
Jed walks past you and pulls out some sort of tool and starts fiddling with the lock.
“Hey, wait a minute, are you picking the lock?” you ask.
“Well I ain’t ticklin’ it honey. Letssee…yeah…easier than breakin a virgin.” Jed says as the door easily opens for him with a click.
“There you go sweetheart. So said that girl livin’ here now is yer sister? Guess good breedin’ runs in yer family.”
“Uh…yeah guess so. Thanks, but I really want to just get all my stuff in and rest.” You say and turn to your car and there you see a huge man just staring at you like a gargoyle. It actually startles you, which Jed notices.
“Oh don’t be afraid of him honey, that’s just my brother Hugo. He’s dumber than a bag of rocks, but he’s strong as hell. In fact he can carry yer bags in for ya.”
At this point Jed is getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks and you’re starting to feel on edge with these two.
“Look I thank you both for your help, but I really would like to be alone please.” You say firmly.
Jed looks at his brother then at you.
“Whatever you say honey. Let’s go Hugo.” Jed says and the pair of them slowly leave and eventually disappear behind another trailer.
No longer being gawked at by the locals, you grab your bags from the car and haul them into the trailer.
When you get inside, you see that it isn’t that bad. It’s definitely cheap looking, but it’s serviceable. You drop your bags by the sofa and quickly check the other areas like the bathroom and what you guess is a bedroom where Donna will sleep.
Just as you’re turning around to check the kitchen at the other end, the door opens up and your heart sinks when you see Jed entering with what looks to be duct tape. He looks at you and a deranged smile is across his face.
“Now I already know what’s goin’ through yer head blondie, cause I’ve done this a million times. Yer first instinct is gonna be to scream and make a fuss. Well lemme tell ya right now. Ain’t nobody gonna help yah. Most of ‘em are at the carnival, an the few that ain’t are either still passed out or ain’t gonna give a shit. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Despite Jed’s warnings, you do the opposite of what he says and scream as loud as you can anyway, while running back into the bedroom in an attempt to look for anything to defend yourself. Jed wastes no time in following.
Unfortunately there isn’t anything in the bedroom for you to immediately use since Donna doesn’t have any of her stuff here. You attempt to pick up the trailer’s TV in desperation, but Jed grabs you and throws you to the bed.
You struggle, but it’s no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.
“HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin’ the fuckin’ door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol’ doc.” Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.
“See Hugo? Told ya sticking around here would be better than the carnival.”
In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.
During your state of unconsciousness you have a brief dream of when you were much younger. When your mother was still alive and she was praising you about how good you are and how she anticipates great things in your future. It’s more of a distant memory than a dream in fact though in any event, it’s a nice “escape” from your horrible reality.
When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.
The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor’s coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.
Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The “doctor” hears you and walks over to you.
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren’t in the best condition, though I’m glad they showed a little more restraint than usual.”
As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.
“Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would’ve been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I’d probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”
The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.
“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”
You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.
“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”
You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.
A basement.
And perhaps Donna’s observations of the trailer park are correct; maybe it isn’t as bad there as you’ve always believed.
A few minutes of driving to your destination and you’re sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. Fortunately it seems to thin out as you leave town. Maybe this was a better idea after all.
You soon reach the trailer park, but you pull up near the entrance rather than inside it. You don’t know which trailer she lives in, so you figure the owner knows and you imagine he lives in the trailer up front with the signs on it saying “Inquire about trailers here.”
You get out of the car and go knock on the door.
“Goddamnit stop fucking knockin’. I’m comin’!” you hear an old crotchety voice shout.
The door opens up and your eyes are “greeted” by the sight of a little old man wearing nothing but an open robe and boxer shorts. His body is wizened and wrinkled and he obviously has no modesty at all.
“What the hell you want blondie? This ain’t a fuckin’ whorehouse.” He exclaims.
“Uh, my sister Donna got a trailer from you the other day, I was just wondering where it was.” You ask.
The old guy looks you up and down, squinting the entire time.
“I don’t know nuthin’ about no girl named Donna. All I do know is some whore yesterday sucked me off as down payment for a trailer. I don’t normally trade property fer pussy, but goddamn if that girl wasn’t lying about giving the best head ever…”
While you sort of had an inkling of how Donna got a trailer so quickly, you didn’t really need to know the gruesome details. And now after seeing who she serviced to get it…you just want to change the subject.
“Okay, anyway which trailer does she live in?” you ask.
“She lives in the trailer at the far end of the park. Now unless you gonna rent a trailer wit money or yer lips too, get the hell outta my face an don’t bother me!” the old man shouts.
As you leave the old bastard he slams his door shut. You get back in the car and drive into the park.
The first thing you notice that you didn’t expect is how quiet the place is. You were expecting a lot more drama going on like on a bad daytime talk show, but you get none of that. You don’t even see anyone really around.
Eventually you approach the far end of the park, and there you see a trailer, which seems to stand out near a large open field. You’re guessing this one is it.
You park and approach the trailer and when you try the door that when you realize that you don’t have a key for this place. Donna apparently didn’t develop the bad habits of Julie either since the door is firmly locked.
“Damn. (Sigh)” you say to yourself realizing that your choice is either wait all day in your vehicle, or maybe go back to to the manager who might have a spare key, though you’d rather not deal with him again.
“Hey darlin’ never seen you before here! My name’s Jed!” a voice says.
You turn around and see a lanky redneck who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh. Hey.” You say.
“Hmm, you sure are beautiful. Yer even prettier than that girl that just moved in this trailer. You a friend of hers?”
“Sister actually. Does the manager have spare keys to the trailers?” you ask.
“That mean old bastard? Yeah, but if you need that open, you don’t need to go all the way back to him, here I can open it.”
Jed walks past you and pulls out some sort of tool and starts fiddling with the lock.
“Hey, wait a minute, are you picking the lock?” you ask.
“Well I ain’t ticklin’ it honey. Letssee…yeah…easier than breakin a virgin.” Jed says as the door easily opens for him with a click.
“There you go sweetheart. So said that girl livin’ here now is yer sister? Guess good breedin’ runs in yer family.”
“Uh…yeah guess so. Thanks, but I really want to just get all my stuff in and rest.” You say and turn to your car and there you see a huge man just staring at you like a gargoyle. It actually startles you, which Jed notices.
“Oh don’t be afraid of him honey, that’s just my brother Hugo. He’s dumber than a bag of rocks, but he’s strong as hell. In fact he can carry yer bags in for ya.”
At this point Jed is getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks and you’re starting to feel on edge with these two.
“Look I thank you both for your help, but I really would like to be alone please.” You say firmly.
Jed looks at his brother then at you.
“Whatever you say honey. Let’s go Hugo.” Jed says and the pair of them slowly leave and eventually disappear behind another trailer.
No longer being gawked at by the locals, you grab your bags from the car and haul them into the trailer.
When you get inside, you see that it isn’t that bad. It’s definitely cheap looking, but it’s serviceable. You drop your bags by the sofa and quickly check the other areas like the bathroom and what you guess is a bedroom where Donna will sleep.
Just as you’re turning around to check the kitchen at the other end, the door opens up and your heart sinks when you see Jed entering with what looks to be duct tape. He looks at you and a deranged smile is across his face.
“Now I already know what’s goin’ through yer head blondie, cause I’ve done this a million times. Yer first instinct is gonna be to scream and make a fuss. Well lemme tell ya right now. Ain’t nobody gonna help yah. Most of ‘em are at the carnival, an the few that ain’t are either still passed out or ain’t gonna give a shit. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Despite Jed’s warnings, you do the opposite of what he says and scream as loud as you can anyway, while running back into the bedroom in an attempt to look for anything to defend yourself. Jed wastes no time in following.
Unfortunately there isn’t anything in the bedroom for you to immediately use since Donna doesn’t have any of her stuff here. You attempt to pick up the trailer’s TV in desperation, but Jed grabs you and throws you to the bed.
You struggle, but it’s no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.
“HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin’ the fuckin’ door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol’ doc.” Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.
“See Hugo? Told ya sticking around here would be better than the carnival.”
In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.
During your state of unconsciousness you have a brief dream of when you were much younger. When your mother was still alive and she was praising you about how good you are and how she anticipates great things in your future. It’s more of a distant memory than a dream in fact though in any event, it’s a nice “escape” from your horrible reality.
When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.
The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor’s coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.
Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The “doctor” hears you and walks over to you.
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren’t in the best condition, though I’m glad they showed a little more restraint than usual.”
As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.
“Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would’ve been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I’d probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”
The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.
“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”
You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.
“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”
You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.
A basement.
