{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\b\f0\fs28 Sweet Home Alabama, Part 1\par \par \fs20 Thank God I'm a Country Girl\par \b0\i By Andrew J. Mellon\par \pard\i0\par The rhythmic thumping informed Jaime Buske the tire was about to go. She turned the car slowly off the highway where a blue sign told her she would find a gas station.\par \par She drove down the county route for what must have been ten miles. There was no sign of the gas station, just a thick pine wood. The tire complained less frequently, but no less intensely. She grabbed her cell phone; the little screen told her she was out of range to make a call. She cursed.\par \par Life was not going Jamie\rquote s way. First she looses her job, went to Atlanta to follow a lead that hadn\rquote t panned out. Now she was on her way to New Orleans after another prospect with only enough cash to pay for a few nights in the cheapest of motels. Her boyfriend had left her, her creditors were hot on her trail. If she had a dying dog, she might be a great subject for a country music song. The circles under her eyes informed the outside world she had not slept well for the past month for worry of what the future might bring, or worse yet, not bring.\par \par As she made her mind up to turn around and make for the highway again, Jamie saw that the pine trees gave way to a clearing: a gravel driveway led off the main road to an austere road house. She winced. She hadn\rquote t seen \ldblquote Easy Rider\rdblquote or \ldblquote Deliverance\rdblquote , but she knew enough about them not to trust isolated places in the deep South. And this was Alabama after all.\par \par There was a bang like a gunshot as Jamie made a u turn. She sank into her seat and then knocked her head softly against the steering wheel in frustration; her luck wasn\rquote t getting any better.\par \par Biting her lip, she looked up at the roadhouse: she could either try to get help there or on the road. She decided to take her chances on the roadhouse. She rode the rim a bit until the car was off the road and then walked up the gravel driveway to the ramshackle building.\par \par She tried to be hopeful. It was 2003 after all. Beer-gutted, Bible-thumping inbred rednecks with a violent hatred of northerners were a thing of the past if they were existed at all. (Anyway, she was from the Midwest.) This placed probably had an internet connection and served lattes. God bless the new South!\par \par She pushed open the door, letting the day\rquote s twilight cut through the dimly lit bar that lay beyond. A burly man was leaning on the bar counter, wiping it with a rag; he looked up at the stranger, squinting against the light and frowning in irritation about being interrupted. A bit further down a woman was leaning against the jukebox, listening to Lynard Skynard or some other guitar heavy southern rock band.\par \par \ldblquote Excuse me, my car has a flat tire.\rdblquote Jamie told the man. \ldblquote Can you help me change it?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Ain\rquote t no mechanic.\rdblquote The man growled.\par \par \ldblquote O.k.\rdblquote she replied, drawing out each syllable, \ldblquote Do you have a phone I could use to call a garage?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Phone\rquote s only for customers.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Great, I need a drink, I\rquote ll have a beer.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t sell beer on Sundays.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote A coke then.\rdblquote\par \par The man pulled out a phone from beneath the counter and dropped it in front of her.\par \par \ldblquote Can you give me the number of a garage?\rdblquote\par \par The man reached beneath the counter again, this time pulling out a phone book with the thickness of a magazine. He plopped it in front of her and then strolled down the bar to pour her soda.\par \par Jamie flipped the phonebook\rquote s pages, found the appropriate yellow pages, and dialed a few numbers finally getting a mechanic who spoke as fast as a word a minute. He told her he would get there in a couple of hours; she told him she would be waiting. She let the receiver fall on the hook and sighed. Some things had not changed. This place moved with the swiftness of molasses.\par \par \ldblquote Sugah, you look as out of place as a wedding dress at a funeral.\rdblquote Chirped a high pitched childish voice honeyed by a southern drawl.\par \par The woman at the jukebox had lost interest in the music and had wandered over to the barstool next to her. Jamie looked her over. First her eyes fell to her chest. This was not because Jamie had any natural proclivities for this area, but hers was just so\'85well big, enough to make Dolly Parton blush with envy. Her breasts strained against her Southern Comfort t-shirt, the fabric nearly transparent against her wide areolas and nipples. Looking up, the woman\rquote s face was well painted, or rather pasted with make up, the coats made her look like a mannequin as they entirely hid her natural pallor. Her hair was obviously died blonde, not too recently as the roots were beginning to show. From her ears, hung pale golden hoops, perhaps three inches in circumference. The sparkle of her eyes was juvenile though Jamie thought she was probably in her late 20s. Looking down past her titanic mammaries, Jamie saw her forearms covered in wide cheap bracelets that clinked together like loose change when she moved. She was wearing tight bright red satin shorts and matching red heels.\par \par \ldblquote My car has a flat.\rdblquote Jamie replied gruffly, more interested in wallowing in her misery than making a new friend.\par \par \ldblquote Awwwwww, that\rquote s too bad. Hey, love your shirt. Where\rquote d ya get it.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Ann Taylor.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Cool! Who is she?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote It\rquote s a store.\rdblquote Jaime said firmly with condescension, thinking that a little rudeness might make this southern \ldblquote belle\rdblquote take a hint. \ldblquote You probably don\rquote t have them down here.\rdblquote\par \par The woman did note Jaimie\rquote s tone with a wince, but was undeterred from making her acquaintance. She took out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out with her teeth and then offering one to Jamie.\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t smoke.\rdblquote Jamie told her tersely.\par \par The woman dropped the pack on the counter and lit up her cigarette.\par \par \ldblquote Do you mind!?\rdblquote Jamie yelled, her face enwrapped with irritation\par \par The woman looked hurt.\par \par \ldblquote Just leave me alone.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Just trying to be friendly.\rdblquote The woman stammered. \ldblquote My name is Betsy May.\rdblquote Jamie glared. This woman needed more than a hint.\par \par \ldblquote Betsy, look, I don\rquote t want a friend. If I did I wouldn\rquote t want a ditzy girl like you. I just want to be alone. So be a good little girl and leave me alone!\rdblquote\par \par Betsy was obviously stung by the rebuke; tears welled up in her eyes.\par \par Jamie grunted in exasperation, grumbling about idiot crackers and rednecks, in earshot of Betsy, and stomped off to the lady\rquote s room.\par \par \ldblquote God get me out of this place!\rdblquote She nearly screamed when she was by herself.\par \par She was not alone for long. The door squeaked behind her after it had closed. Jaimie turned to find Betsy had followed her.\par \par \ldblquote You shouldn\rquote t be so mean\'85you meany!\rdblquote Betsy yelled at her as she raised a hand.\par \par Jamie crossed her arms.\par \par \ldblquote How many times do I have to tell you! Leave me alone, you white trash bitch!\rdblquote\par \par The woman surged forward. Jamie tried to knock the girl down, but Betsy was too quick, almost catlike in her movements, even in high heels. Betsy wrapped her arms around Jamie\rquote s and pressed her lips against hers. Jamie squealed as she felt the girl\rquote s tongue wrestling with her own. She tried to push the girl away. Lifting her hands Betsy\rquote s side, she pushed, her motion as too weak. Something was happening to her. She felt that quiver in her stomach, that pang of desire just before she made love, growing, filling her loins with shuddering heat. She responded to the tonguelock, lovingly twisting Betsy\rquote s with her own. Her voice was humming as if she was enjoying something delicious. Betsy released her lip lock to kiss her Jamie\rquote s neck, yet forcing the woman back, lifting her up on the sink.\par \par \ldblquote What\'85are\'85you\'85doing\'85to meeeeee.\rdblquote Jamie whispered. Betsy ignored her, she was kissing her way down Jamie\rquote s chest, undoing the buttons to her blouse, and then reaching into her bra to caress her hardening breasts.\par \par Jamie was leaning uncomfortably against the mirror above the sink, letting the woman work her, sighing uncontrollably from the rapture that was now surging through her.\par \par Undoing Jamie\rquote s bra and dwelling on her tits for just a few moments with her tongue, Betsy was down Jamie\rquote s quivering belly, sliding her pants and panties off, bumping Jamie uncomfortably against the wall. Jamie hardly noticed, biting her lips as she waited for the stroke she knew would come next.\par \par \ldblquote Yes\'85yes\'85oh \'85suck ..suck me!!!\rdblquote \ldblquote Jaimie urged.\par \par Betsy complied, rolling her tongue up and down Jamie\rquote s clit, driving her wild. Jamie moaned louder and louder, running hand through her ling red hair.\par \par \ldblquote Yes\'85YES\'85OHGOD\'85YESSSS!!!\rdblquote Jamie shrieked as Besty brought her to climax and then all went black.\par \par Jamie awoke with that ominous feeling that one gets after a fainting or blacking out from a long night of drinking: she had no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. She opened her eyes, someone was looking at her; she squinted to dispel the fog from her unconsciousness. There wasn\rquote t a someone looking at her, it was her, her reflection in a mirror fixed in the ceiling above her. And she wasn\rquote t dressed in the clothes she had been wearing back at the roadhouse. Instead of her expensive blouse, she was wearing a cut off t-shirt that left her midsection exposed. Below her waist were denim shorts, so short they began just slightly above the inverted base of her pubic triangle and ended just about where her thighs began. Her red hair was tied into pigtails. Her face: it was colored by make up, so brightly she could see the painting from the distance to the ceiling which must have been 10 feet.\par \par Jamie sat up. She was lying on a plush red heart shaped bed. The room its self was large, fierce adorned with paintings too saccharine for even Thomas Kincaid and furniture that looked like rejected models from the 1970s.\par \par \ldblquote Where the hell am I!?\rdblquote Jamie exclaimed.\par \par A door opened in response to Jamie\rquote s voice. Two women entered and looked at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. One was a tall olive skinned brunette, the other longhaired blonde. Both were dressed as Jamie was, cut off t-\lquote s and skimpy shorts.\par \par \ldblquote Come on, Susan,\rdblquote The brunette said in a audible but cautious whisper. \ldblquote Lets get out of here..\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Kim, we can\rquote t leave her here.\rdblquote The blonde replied. \ldblquote After all we\rquote ve been through I don\rquote t want to have anyone else suffer if I can help it.\rdblquote\par \par Susan rushed to Jamie\rquote s side, taking her arm.\par \par \ldblquote Come on, get up! You got to move.\rdblquote\par \par Kim stomped her foot. \ldblquote No! We\rquote ll never get away. You want to help her you take your own chances, I am out of here.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Kim! Don\rquote t. You have to help me.\rdblquote Hissed Susan as she pulled Jamie\rquote s limp body up. The plea was ignored; Kim ran away.\par \par \ldblquote What\rquote s going on? Where am I? Why am I dressed like this? Who are you?\rdblquote\par \par Susan shook Jamie to bring her fully to her senses.\par \par \ldblquote We\rquote re prisoners of Betsy May, that woman who brought you here. She has powers or something\'85she is psychic or whatever. Anyway, she can control who you are and what you do. Kim and I finally managed to break her control, but if we don\rquote t escape now, she\rquote ll bring us back under.\rdblquote\par \par Susan lugged Jamie a few paces when they heard Kim\rquote s high-pitched scream. It was cut off abruptly.\par \par \ldblquote Betsy May!\rdblquote Susan whispered.\par \par She pulled Jamie back to the bed, taking her in her arms and cradling her.\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t say a word. Don\rquote t even think one. Just play along! Maybe we can fool her into letting us be.\rdblquote Susan told Jamie in a hushed voice. Jamie was still too dazed and too confused to do anything else but comply.\par \par Betsy May appeared in the doorway. She gestured to Kim, who barged into the room as if she were being pushed by some unseen force. Jamie didn\rquote t know how, but she figured that Kim\rquote s movements were controlled by this strange woman. Kim\rquote s face was contorted in terror; her mouth was empty of words.\par \par \ldblquote Whacha doin?\rdblquote Betsy May asked in a childlike voice, but it was one devoid of innocence and seething with malice.\par \par Susan smiled.\par \par \ldblquote Takin\rquote care of the new girl, Miss Betsy.\rdblquote She replied, her voice was much higher than just a few minutes earlier. Her words dripped with an exaggerated southern drawl.\par \par Betsy\rquote s eyes narrowed in suspicion; her smile, however, did not fade.\par \par \ldblquote Such a good girl you are Susie, poosie. Not like this bitch!\rdblquote\par \par Betsy put her arms around Kim.\par \par \ldblquote Yeah, ah\rquote m talking about you bitch. Take off your clothes.\rdblquote\par \par Kim slowly stripped, discarding her clothes, dropping them to form a pile.\par \par \ldblquote You know how to act like bitch!. So act like one!\rdblquote\par \par With these words Kim suddenly fell to all fours. Her eyes told of protest; her mouth could not join in. Though she opened it, no words came out. Only a bark, a bark like a human pretending to be a dog. Her jaw went slack, letting her tongue spill out of her moth, where it lolled from her lips. She started to pant. She looked up at Betsy with pleading eyes. Betsy replied with by pointing a finger in a direction beyond the doorway.\par \par \ldblquote Into the corner, bitch!!\rdblquote\par \par Kim held her head low and whimpered. She crawled away as ordered.\par \par Betsy May closed the door, turning her full attention to the woman holding the other on the bed.\par \par \ldblquote Are you a bitch too Susie Jane?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote No, Miss Betsy, I am a good girl.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You don\rquote t talk like a good girl, Susie Jane, ah think your conditioning needs a little freshening up.\par \par Betsy focused on Susan, raising her hand toward her. Susan shot up from the couch, standing as straight as arrow, her neck thrust back, almost as if someone were holding her at the throat.\par \par \ldblquote I am Susan\'85I am Susan\'85I\'85am\'85Susan\rdblquote She said over and over mechanically, her pupils zipping to the right and left, over and over.\par \par \ldblquote I\'85Susie\'85I am Susie\'85Jane\'85I am Susie Jane, I be Susie Jane, I be Susie Jane.\rdblquote\par \par Betsy lowered her arm; at the same time, Susie Jane relaxed. She breathed a sigh and giggled. Jamie remained on the bed, both amazed and confused by what had just transpired.\par \par \ldblquote Susie here used to be a real big shot. Use to be some big shot lawyer up in New York. Now she is just a dumb ole down home southern girl.\rdblquote Betsy May informed Jamie.\rdblquote\par \par Susie Jane frowned.\par \par \ldblquote Am not! You may have dumbed me down, Ms. Betsy, but ah still be me! Ah be a lawyer, ah done been to Har\'85lawyerin\rquote school, and took a lawyerin\rquote test and all. Ah still be me!\rdblquote Susie Jane yelled. Her southern accent was not affected now; she sounded as if she had been born and bred in Alabama\par \par \ldblquote Do smart lawyer girls like Jerry Springer? Jerry Springer is on.\rdblquote\par \par Susie Jane furrowed her brow for just a moment and then smiled, clasping her hands together.\par \par \ldblquote Can ah go watch Jerry Springer. Miss Betsy? Ah do so love Jerry Springer!\rdblquote\rdblquote\par \par Betsy waved Susie Jane out, leaving her alone with Jamie.\par \par \ldblquote She was some hotshot asshole that hit my car and tried to blame me for it. So ah took her and bimboized her. Now she serves me and mah customers. Kimmie Sue, she was a stock broker or something. Budged ahead of me in line in the Quickie Mart. So ah took her and took her down a few pets. All you fuckin\rquote city bitches bein\rquote so mean and thinkin\rquote you\rquote re all so smart. Thinkin\rquote you can push me around. Now ah push around these two. You too now.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote What did I do to you?\rdblquote Jamie stammered.\par \par \ldblquote You fuckin\rquote pissed me off is what you did. Ah try to be nice and friendly and you just dump on me like you some big shot. You ain\rquote t nuthin\rquote and ah\rquote m gonna show you that, sure nuff.\rdblquote\par \par Betsy raised her arm.\par \par Jamie found her body jump up and stand as Susan had done.\par \par \ldblquote I am Jamie Buske, I am Jamie Buske, I am Jamie Buske.\rdblquote She chanted.\par \par Jamie squirmed in her mind. She could feel Betsy moving through her memories, thoughts, desires, wants, like a customer goes through a vegetable stand, picking up and feeling the items she found, squeezing them to test them, to get to know them. Jamie was helpless to stop her; she tried desperately to concentrate, to push that force wandering through the crevices of her mind out. Her efforts were to no avail; she could do nothing to stop Betsy. After taking the grand tour, Betsy began to alter Jamie\rquote s personality, bringing forward some thoughts and impressions while pushing others farther back into subconscious. Restraint went back, replaced by lust and desire and an instant need for gratification. The capacity to form complex thoughts was reduced, to the point where Jamie would find it incredibly hard to maintain an attention span beyond the most simple concepts. Vanity and love of her body was increased; her natural humility and modesty torn from her soul as if it had never been there. The alterations were subtle, Jamie could\par \par \ldblquote You won\rquote t do this to me!\rdblquote Jamie shouted defiantly in her mind; this was in fact all she could do as Betsy remodified it. \ldblquote I know who ah am! You won\rquote t make me become somebody else!\rdblquote\par \par I am Jamie Buske\'85I am\'85Jamie Busk\'85I am Jamie\'85Lynn\'85I am Jamie Lynn, I be Jamie Lynn.\rdblquote She began to repeat the name triumphantly, even as she did so with a definite twang.\par \par Betsy receded from Jamie\rquote s mind, letting the woman back into control.\par \par \ldblquote See ah told you Miss Betsy, you ain\rquote t gonna make me anything ah don\rquote t wanna be. Ah am Jamie Lynn, the best piece of ass in the county!\rdblquote\par \par Betsy looked up at the ceiling and shrugged her shoulders in mock defeat.\par \par \ldblquote You ain\rquote t gonna get rid of me so easy Miss Betsy. Ah am gonna get me some hot guys and have a good ole time!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You figured me out Jamie Lynn. Why don\rquote t you go watch t.v. with Susie Jane.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Shit, ah need a smoke. You got any cigs Miss. Betsy? I\rquote ll just die if ah don\rquote t get a fuckin\rquote smoke.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote In the other room dear.\rdblquote\par \par Jamie Lynn sauntered into the living room. It was large, adorned with a orange shag rug, plaid couches and chairs set up around t.v. A coffee table lay in the middle of all these things covered with ashtrays full of cigarette butts and empty beer cans. The flavor of tobacco was in the air. Susie Jane was sitting with her legs drawn up on the couch, watching tv. Kim was lying prone on the floor in a corner, her head on her hands, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth.\par \par Jamie snapped up an errant cigarette and lighter, lighting up and puffing some more nicotine into the air. She looked Susie over as if it were the first time they had met, in reality Jamie Lynn was sizing up the competition. Susan had bigger tits, but Jamie was more toned. She figured breasts like that would always get the guys, but her rack wasn\rquote t inconsiderable and besides, she looked like a real thoroughbred. How was she in the sack? Jamie Lynn wanted to know.\par \par \ldblquote Whacha watchin\rquote\rdblquote Jamie said curiously.\par \par \ldblquote Springer.\rdblquote Replied Susie Jane without removing her stare from the tv.\par \par \ldblquote Looks stupid.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote re stupid!\rdblquote Susan shot back petulantly.\par \par \ldblquote Lets do something fun.\rdblquote Jamie said, standing in front of the tv set to block Susie Jane\rquote s view.\par \par \lquote Hey!\rdblquote Susie Jane protested.\par \par Jamie Lynn, lifted her arms and pulled off her t-shirt, slowly. She brought down her arms, pulling off her shorts and tiny lace panties so she was completely nude. She took a deep inhale of her cigarette, strode over to Susan Jane, kissed her, pressing the smoke inside of her. Susie Jane savored it and exhaled. When Jamie Lynn pulled off Susie Jane\rquote s shirt she did nothing to protest. Nor did she do anything to stop Jamie from pulling off her shorts.\par \par Jamie pressed the nude woman on the couch, kissing her breasts playfully, rinning her fingers over Susie Jane\rquote s moistening cunt. She shoved in a finger, than another, using her thumb to toy with the hardening clit, rising out the soft enclosure of its hood.\par \par \ldblquote Uhhh\'85one more\'85one more finger\'85fill me!\rquote Susie Jane groaned.\par \par Jamie Lynn smiled as she complied, rubbing the clit even faster. Then she replaced her hand job with her mouth, kissing the cunt lips of Susie Jane, savoring her juices, her tongue stroking the straining clit. Susie Jane shrieked with pleasure\par \par \ldblquote Wanna\'85eeeeee\'85taste you.\rdblquote\par \par Without releasing Susie\rquote s crotch from her tongue assault, Jamie pivoted so that she could crouch her dripping cunt over Susie Jane\rquote s face so that that woman could return the favor. Slowly their faces pressed into the crotch of the other, literally smothering themselves in their lovers\rquote gentalia. There moans of ecstasy growing and growing as both came and collapsed into each other. After moments of panting exhaustion, the hugged and licked their juice from the others face.\par \par They held eachother for hours, watching television, from Springer, to Judge Judy, to cartoons, to reruns of Drew Carry. They laughed and joked and made crude comments, only getting up to get a cigarette or a beer or some cold fried chicken from the fridge. Slowly a small spark burned in Jamie\rquote s mind.\par \par \ldblquote What\rquote s done happened to me. This ain\rquote t right\rdblquote Jamie groaned.\par \par \ldblquote Its like ah told you. Betsy May done dumbed us. Can\rquote t think straight for nuthin\rquote . So hard\'85can\rquote t do anythin\rquote . Just wanna watch tv and fuck.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Gots\'85to\'85try\'85to\'85scape.\rdblquote Jamie growled as she struggled to form her thoughts, she staggered up, focusing on the door to the outside. And just as she did, she saw an old copy of \ldblquote People\rdblquote on the floor. Was that Cameron Diaz? Look at those great clothes. Escape disappeared from her mind; she picked up the magazine and flipped through it, occasionally mouthing the words of a caption. It turned out she did not have the attention span to read an article.\par \par \ldblquote Hey girls, look who\rquote s here!\rdblquote Betsy May declared, opening the door to reveal a group of four leering me. Susie Jane and Jamie Lynn were still naked, but were oblivious to that fact. Susie bolted for one of the man, giggling and laughing, dragging him away to a corner of the room. The appearance of the visitors had jogged Jamie\rquote s brittle control over her body and mind. She could tell what these men wanted; she didn\rquote t want to offer it to them or did she. She was shaking, shivering.\par \par Betsy took two other men to enjoy Kim, rousing her on to her hands and knees. Grunts, groans and moans soon emerged from the corner where the woman was kept. Jamie Lynn could see that poor Kim was being mounted from behind and impaled down her throat. Originally, she appeared terrified but slowly she melted into complete ecstasy.\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote re the new girl. I\rquote m Wes.\rdblquote The last man said, eyeing Jamie with obvious intent.\par \par \ldblquote Ah\'85ah\'85ain\rquote t that kinda girl!\rdblquote Betsy offered in anticipation of what the man wanted. Still, his look, his gaze as he inspected her body, the appreciation of it she found settled in his glance pleased her. Why was she feeling this way? She knew she wasn\rquote t the kind of woman to feel this way?\par \par Wes ignored her taking off his shirt. His ribbed stomach captivated her, she could feel a longing building within her, a desire to touch and be touched. The longing was easily crowding out thoughts of resistance.\par \par Wes grabbed Jamie Lynn about the waist, drawing her closer to him.\par \par \ldblquote Cum on my little southern slut, that\rquote s who you are.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote No!\rdblquote She protested breathily. \ldblquote Don\rquote t! Ah ain\rquote t that kind of girl\rdblquote\par \par His hands fell on her breasts, pinching her nipples, as her forced his tongue into her compliant mouth, returning the gesture with her own tongue drenched with saliva.\par \par He broke the kiss just momentarily to ask, \ldblquote You are my southern slut, aren\rquote t you.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Please\'85I\rquote ain\rquote t that kinda girl.\rdblquote Jamie whispered, but it was a whisper of doubt as if she was beginning not to believe it.\par \par Wes pushed her against a table, leaning her over it, so that her chest and forearms were down on the table top. He smacked her ass leaving a read print, and smacked it again. Jamie winced from the pain, she didn\rquote t know what to do, but somehow, the feeling was adding to the intense feelings turning her on.\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote re a southern slut, a tramp, a whore! Admit it\rdblquote He taunted.\par \par Jamie Lynn moaned in response. She wanted to say it, to agree, to tell him this was right, this was who she was. Right now. It didn\rquote t matter if she had been made this way, if Betsy May had conjured this new lusty bitch from her own thoughts, this was who she was, this is what she enjoyed doing.\par \par While she warred at herself, she felt something at her crotch, a tongue, he was tonguing her clit. He was driving her wild, to the brink\'85 Then he was up again, smacking her ass, bringing her back from climax.\par \par \ldblquote Yeah, a nice southern slut.\rdblquote Wes told her.\par \par Jamie quivered beneath the man. The fire within her was an inferno. The ecstasy he had given and then taken away, the control he wielded, it was driving her wild, it would drive her insane if she didn\rquote t submit. She couldn\rquote t say why, it just was, it was who she was, it was who she was now, and she was enjoying it.\par \par Wes drove himself into Jamie without mercy, his rocking driving her against the table, the pain and then the pleasure driving everything out of her mind.\par \par \ldblquote Yes!\'85YES\'85SLUT\'85AH BE A SLUT!!! A HORNY SLUT FUCK YOUR SLUT!!!!\par \par Wes laughed as he slammed against her. He made her surge into orgasm, leading her there like a dog on a leash. She screamed when she came.\par \par But that was not the end, Wes, disengaged only to plow his wet prick into Jamie\rquote s tight ass, smacking it with his hands as he pumped away. He took her hair, and pulled it like the reins of a horse, letting her feel how utterly control he was. She saw Susie looking at her, from the corner of her eye, riding her man and squeezing her tits, she was; she had a knowing look for just a fleeting moment as if she too had been in the arms of this man, when she too had not yet had her mind totally submerged into the person Betsy May had made, as if she too had given in.\par \par Jamie, gritted her teeth as she came,; she thought her brain would explode as her body tensed and then collapsed against the table. He came within her ass, his hot spunk coursing through her anal hole, warming it, bathing it. She took his last thrusts and giggled dreamily. Resistance and escape were all beyond her.\par }