Country Roads

Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"I don't want to drive another 20 miles to the Travelodge," said Loretta. "I've had enough for today. We're stopping at the next place we see."

"But honey," said John, "we're out in the middle of nowhere. There's nothing here."

"Just look on the left side for a sign, and I'll look on the right," she said.

A few minutes later, she said, "There it is. No Tell Motel, next exit."

"That doesn't sound like a place we want to spend the night," he said.

"If it has a bed and the room is clean, that's all I care about," she said. "Take the exit."

The motel was more than 10 miles off the highway, down a hilly, winding road in the middle of some woods. When they finally saw it, John was thinking that they would have been to the Travelodge by this time.

It was a U-shaped, old weather-beaten building around a dirt parking lot coated with oil, but it had been remodeled 20 years ago, and the room was clean.

Next to it was a gas station with a mini market, and there was a small cafe attached. It was mid-afternoon and still warm. After they brought their bags into the room, John said he was going to take a nap. Loretta said she was going to check out the cafe, and if it looked OK, they could eat dinner there. If not, she'd get some groceries and they'd eat in the room.

John dozed off, but a bad dream woke him up. He looked at the clock and saw he had slept more than an hour. Loretta wasn't in the room, and for a moment he was worried. He decided to wait a few more minutes before he went looking for her and turned on the TV. Ten minutes later, the key turned in the door, and she opened it.

"Where have you been?" he said. "I was getting worried about you."

"Nothing to worry about," she said, sitting down next to him on the bed. He saw she was hot and sweaty and her makeup was smeared.

"Did you go for a walk in this heat?" he said.

"Just a short one," she said, and then she leaned over and kissed him passionately. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, her hands went to his belt. She kept kissing him as she tore off his clothes and then hers. By the time they were naked, he was fully aroused. She climbed on top of him and guided him into her. She was already hot and juicy as he entered her, and as she moved over him, first slowly and then gradually increasing her tempo, the squishy sounds of his penis stirring up her fluids grew louder.

He looked up and saw her large breasts bouncing wildly on her chest, and they excited him like they always did. Her face was even more flushed than when she had walked in, but he saw that she was looking at him with a strange expression. Usually when she was in the kind of sexual frenzy that she seemed to be in now, her face looked like she was a possessed woman totally overwhelmed by lust. But today she didn't look transported. Her face had an angry look of concentration, although she was obviously enjoying herself. It seemed as though she was almost despising the pleasure he was giving her.

As she began to pound harder and faster, John felt himself getting close to orgasm. She usually had a couple before he came, but because of the strange look, he couldn't tell, so he tried to hold back. But finally, he couldn't stop himself, and as he thrust up into her during his release, he saw her smile a strange smile. Then she stopped and just sat on him.

"What's wrong?" he said after he recovered.

"Nothing, honey," she said, "but I didn't come."

"I'm sorry," he said. "We can try again in a few minutes. I'm not hard anymore."

"No need to wait," she said as she got up off him and stood up on the bed and then suddenly dropped down onto his belly. All the air went out of him. He felt like he'd been punched hard in the stomach. He started to open his mouth, but before he could say anything, she had stood again and dropped down even harder onto him. Now he felt nauseous and dizzy, and he couldn't speak. Once more, she got up and then dropped onto his belly. By this time, he couldn't move, and the room was spinning in front of his eyes.

Then she slapped him hard with her right hand on his left cheek and then with her left hand on his right cheek. He didn't have the strength to lift his hands to protect his face. She slapped hard two more times, and his face felt like it was burning.

He felt her moving forward over his stomach and over his chest to his neck. Then she raised herself up and lowered herself until her vagina was against his mouth. "I didn't come," she said in a strange voice, "so you need to use your tongue." He heard her, but he didn't respond. He saw her thick pubic hair with streaks of his semen in it and felt like throwing up. Some of it was right against his nose. He wasn't going to put his tongue into that.

She slapped him hard again, once on each cheek. "Start licking," she said. He didn't respond.

Again she slapped him and said, "Start licking," but although the pain of the slaps was intense, he resisted. Then he felt one of her hands on his face. She grabbed his nose with her thumb and index finger and squeezed tight. "If you don't start licking, you're not going to breathe," she said.

He still didn't respond. He held his breath. He felt like he was going to die. But before he could die, he opened his mouth and gasped for air, and when he did, he felt her doing something with her vagina, and suddenly his mouth was filled with sperm.

A lot of it went down his throat as he swallowed involuntarily, but some of it went into his windpipe and sinus cavity, and he began coughing and sneezing out semen. Even as he did, more of it flowed into his mouth. It was thick and foul, and he couldn't believe how much of it there was. He had never thought about how much come he produced, but it seemed like a gallon was coming out of Loretta. Finally, the flow slowed down and then stopped. His face was covered with the semen. It was in his eyes and his ears and his hair.

He felt Loretta get up from the bed. He was still gagging and coughing as he sat up and wiped away the come from his eyes and opened them. She had her back to him and was getting dressed. He tried to say something, but as he moved his mouth muscles, he moved some more come around, and it made him gag. He ran to the bathroom, spit into the sink and then got into the shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand it. He opened his mouth and let the water pour in and then spit it out, and then he blew his nose and let some water in and blew again. He kept spitting and blowing his nose for a few minutes, and then he just stood and let the hot water come down on him as he cried. Loretta had never done anything like this in eight years of marriage.

He had been standing in the shower for more than 10 minutes when he heard the bathroom door open. A second later, the shower curtain was ripped to the side, and as he moved his head back from the shower and turned, he saw a woman standing and aiming a gun at him. "Put your hands up!" she shouted. As he quickly put his hands up, he saw a man standing next to her, also aiming a gun.

"Let him turn off the water, Viola," the man said.

"Turn off the water," the woman said, "and then put your hands back up."

"What-?" said John.

"Shut up and step out of the bathtub slowly," said the woman. John saw that she and the man were wearing uniforms and badges. As he stepped out and stood on the floor dripping, the woman and man backed away from him. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and the man stood behind her. Her gun was still aimed at his chest as she quickly glanced around the bathroom.

"Take a towel and dry yourself," she said and watched him as he did so.

"Now walk slowly out of the bathroom," she said.

He walked out and looked around for Loretta, but he didn't see her. As he stepped through the door, the woman said, "Is this your gun?" He turned where she was gesturing and saw the man holding up a revolver wrapped in a handkerchief.

"No," he said. "I don't own a gun."

"Then how did it get on the dresser here?" she said.

"I don't know," he said. "Is Loretta OK? Where is she?"

"Who is Loretta?" said the woman.

"She's my wife," said John. "She was just here a few minutes ago."

"Is this her gun?" said the woman.

"She doesn't own a gun either," said John.

"We're going to trace this gun," she said, "so it's no use lying."

"I'm not lying," he said. "Why are you aiming your gun at me?"

"I'm going to keep aiming at you until you get dressed," said the woman. "You are under arrest."

"For what?" he said.

"For rape," she said.

"That's crazy," he said.

"Shut up and get dressed," she said, "or you'll be a dead rapist."

John didn't say anything else as he quickly put his clothes on. Then the man came up behind him and snapped some handcuffs on his wrists and the woman put her gun in her holster. They led him to their police car and she pushed his head down while the man pushed him into the back seat.

At the station, he was booked, photographed and led to a small room. The woman officer asked him questions while the man watched.

The questions made no sense to him, but after a while, he gathered that a woman named Betty Lou Barrett was the one accusing him. She had told them she was driving to Branson from Miami and he had waved her down and told him his car had a blowout and had gone off the road. He asked if she would drive him to the nearest gas station, but when she let him get into the car, he pulled the gun on her and made her drive to the No Tell and raped her. When he fell asleep, she had escaped and found the manager, who called the police.

John tried to patiently explain that he was from Jacksonville and was on his way to Branson with his wife, Loretta, who was probably waiting for him now at the motel, and he had never owned a gun.

"The motel manager said you introduced Betty Lou as your wife, Loretta," said the woman. "Betty Lou said you had your gun aimed at her in your pocket and she had to pretend."

"That's crazy," said John. "Are you saying my wife is Betty Lou? Look at her identification."

"We did," said the woman. "Her Florida driver's license and credit cards all say Betty Lou Barrett."

"That's impossible," he said. "I was at the motel with my wife. Maybe she's playing some kind of joke on me."

"Rape is a very serious joke, sir," said the woman.

After 15 more minutes during which both John and the female officer kept raising their voices, the woman slapped her hand on the table between them and said something quietly to the man. He left and came back in a couple of minutes and whispered in her ear.

"Betty Lou has been watching us behind the one-way glass," said the woman. "She says you're lying, and she's agreed to be examined by a doctor. She told us she didn't wash your sperm out, so we'll be collecting DNA evidence from her and from you. We're holding you until we can make preliminary tests tomorrow morning. If they are positive, we'll send the samples for complete DNA testing, and you'll be here for a week."

"I can save you the trouble," he said. "I had sex with my wife this afternoon in the room."

"So now you're admitting you had sex with Betty Lou," said the woman.

"Not Betty Lou - Loretta," he said. "Please tell her that this joke could get us in a lot of trouble."

"Are you saying the sex was consensual?" said the woman.

"Yes," he said.

"So you're saying that you did have sex, and you didn't threaten her with the gun, and she's not Betty Lou Barrett, and you expect us to believe that."

"Yes," he said.

"Then we're finished for now, and you'll be taken to the lab," she said. "The doctor's out of town, so I'll be taking your specimen for the testing." She turned to the man and said, "I know your shift is over, but before you go, please put the leg bar on him and bring him to the lab for me. Iris is coming on, and she'll help me get the specimen."

After he was manacled, he had to slide because he couldn't move one leg in front of the other. As the man led him from the room, they turned left. He glanced to the right and saw Loretta walking in the other direction with the woman officer. He yelled her name, but the two women didn't stop.

"Are you sure this will be OK?" said the young woman to the woman who had arrested him. They two officers seemed oblivious to John, still shackled, who was standing near them and hearing every word.

"There's nobody here except us, Iris, and the video monitor system broke last month and hasn't been fixed," said Viola. "I'm going to show you how I get a specimen from a rapist when I have the chance."

John didn't say anything because he knew there was no one there who could help him. He watched as the older woman was showing the younger one how to restrain his movements. Viola was in her late 30s, tall and hefty. Iris was in her 20s and cute and looked sexy in the tight police uniform.

"What's this bar between his feet for?" said Iris.

"That's so he can't put his feet together," said Viola. "We're attaching the bar to the sides of this heavy bench, so he can't move his legs, except to bend them. Now I'm going to put this collar on him. See those hanging weights over there? Bring me two 10-pounders."

"Where did you get all this?" said Iris.

"It's from the evidence room, cases that never went to trial," said Viola. "OK, watch how I attach the weights on each side of the collar. We don't need a lot, just enough to make him bend over. His own body weight will take care of the rest. Now watch him. See how the weights are making his neck strain. Soon he'll be bending forward. Now unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly and pull his pants and underwear to his ankles. Yes, like that. But his shirt is hanging down in front, so roll it up and tuck it in so he's bare from the belly button down. That's more like it. Now we can see him.

"See how he's already leaning forward? Now let's show the perp my new specimen collecting aid. It was sent from Jacksonville last week. Before that, I just used a vibrator. But this one is special.

"It's all shiny black latex. Inside is a strong vibrator controlled by this remote. But this one is not shaped like a penis. It's more like a combination of penis and traffic cone. See how it's narrow at the top but gradually gets wider until it's almost a foot wide at the bottom? I wipe this greasy white shortening all over it place it on the bench behind him.

"Now we just wait. He's bending over a little already. Soon his back is going to start hurting and he's going to lean back to get relief, but because of the weight, he won't be able to straighten out. Instead, he'll have to squat a little. I'll stand behind him to make sure that he squats right onto the cone. Look how scared he got when I said that.

"Did you see him jump? He must have felt the cone. That's why he moved so fast. But the pain in his neck and back is going to make him squat again, and his leg muscles are going to get tired, too. All we have to do is wait. There, did you see? That time the top of the thing actually went into his ass for a second before he moved off of it. Now I'm putting another big gob of grease on it.

"There he went again. He got up fast, but it looks like most of the grease was pushed into his asshole. I'm putting another gob on top now. I got my hand out of there just in time. Did you see how the grease made him slide down further on it before he could lift up? Now, quickly, another big gob of grease. One or two more times, and he's going to have a ton of shortening inside his ass."

As John's legs gave out, he couldn't get up from the device as it embedded itself inside him. Every few minutes he slid further down on the grease. He began panting and blowing out air, but it didn't help. Finally, he broke down and began crying.

"Take off his handcuffs, Iris," said Viola. "He isn't going to try anything now. Listen to me, scumbag. We're ready to take your specimen. Put your hands down and rub them on the cone to get them greasy and then get to work. Once you've started whacking off, I'll help you."

John heard her, but he felt so weak that his hands just hung at his side.

"If you don't do anything, that thing is going to go deeper into you until it comes out your mouth," said Viola. "Once we get your specimen, we'll lift you off of it."

John spoke, but he could barely whisper because of the pain. "I can't come like this," he said.

"Yes, you can," said Viola. "I'll help you once you get started. Get those hands greasy and go to work."

John rubbed around below him until his hands were slimy and then put his right hand on his limp penis and began pulling it. Then he felt something.

"Keep going," said Viola. "I've turned on the vibrator to help you. Just keep pulling until you're hard and then start pumping."

John couldn't believe it. The vibration was starting to have an effect. But even as it excited him, it didn't lesson the pain, and he screamed as his body slid further down onto the cone. His penis was getting firmer and he started pumping it. He felt the vibrations increasing.

"That's it," said Viola. "It shouldn't be long. Iris, take that cup and get in front of him. When you're ready to release your specimen, just yell out 'I'm coming,' and Iris will get the specimen cup in the right place." She got up and walked behind him.

When John felt he was on the verge, he yelled, and as soon as he did, his hands were snatched by Viola from behind and in two seconds they were in cuffs behind him. He screamed in frustration as Iris brought the large cup, more like a pitcher, up to him, and he saw his penis bounce up and down a few times and some semen seep out. He had come without ejaculating, and there was no pleasure. In fact, he slid down further on the greasy vibrating device and felt like he was splitting in two.

When Iris took the cup away, Viola came around to the front and detached the weights on his collar, took off the collar and removed the bar spreading his feet. Then she pulled him to his feet while Iris slowly pulled the cone out of him. Iris wiped the grease off of him and they pulled off his underwear and pants, which were still around his ankles. Both were soaking in grease. "I'll wash these out, and they'll be returned to you later," said Viola. "Follow me."

Naked from the waist down and with his hands behind him, John staggered more than walked as he followed Viola out of the door and down a hall, with Iris behind him. Viola led him to one of the two large cells, opened it and pushed him in. "Back up to the bars," she said, "and I'll take off your cuffs."

As he turned around and she freed his hands, John noticed the large man for the first time. He was sitting down on the only chair. John looked for a bunk bed, but all he saw was one bed in the middle of the cell. He turned around, but Viola and Iris had gone.

"Have a seat," said the man, pointing to the bed. "My name is Billy."

John walked painfully to the bed and sat down.

"I guess you're John," said Billy. "We don't have much time, so I'll explain this as quickly as possible. I'm a lifer, and I'm on my way from Leavenworth to Montgomery. I wondered why the marshal and I stopped here, and then I found out that someone hired me out as a movie star. After we perform today, I leave tomorrow morning.

"Those officers who brought you in are going to bring the cameras from the lab. They told me they were filming you giving your specimen. The film we're making is about prison love, and you play the gay man who's just been moved into my cell. You've heard that I've got the biggest dick in the prison, and you can't wait to seduce me.

"After you suck me and ride me, I'm going to come in your mouth. Then you're going to use your mouth to clean all the lube and other stuff from inside you off my dick. I'll tell you I'm tired, but you're going to insist on sucking me again, and once you get me hard, I'm going to do you in all kinds of positions, including carrying you around in my arms as I pound you from underneath and bump you into the bars. We'll finish with you whacking off while you're standing up and I'm pounding you from behind. Did I tell you that you'll be drinking some Dr. Pepper with Viagra ground up into it so you'll be hard all the way through the movie?