{\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\par \par \fs20 Part III, Git Going\par \b0\i By Andrew J. Mellon\par \pard\i0\par Jamie didn\rquote t know long she had been completely under. It might have been days, perhaps weeks. However long it had been, her life had been bliss, the bliss of continual immersion in the exploration and satiation of sensual desire. She had enjoyed herself; she had enjoyed her brother Robert, now Bobby Joe; she had enjoyed Susie Jane; she had enjoyed Betsy May\rquote s visitors, she had enjoyed them separately and various combinations of them. Her body writhed in rhythm with her partner or partners; she didn\rquote t speak except in ecstatic moans or screams, her mind throbbed with orgasm after orgasm, a continual chain of them, each surging through her blood like heroin. And like a junkie she didn\rquote t want it to stop.\par \par It did stop because Betsy May wanted it to. Having her captives, her pets, these former big time city slickers, so self important, so smart, totally lost in the passions of their bodies and those of others had ceased to entertain her. She did not have them under her power for their own fun, they were there to amuse her. Breaking them down was the thrill for her and once that thrill was gone they were just taking up space; and there were other places they could go and be used. So having broken them down, she let their conditioning lapse just a bit so she could find out just how interesting they could be.\par \par For Jamie, this had the feeling of being roused from a wonderful dream. She would rather go back to sleep, back to the state where this existence just happened and it was all like watching a dirty movie, except she felt everything the actors were feeling, all the energy of the animalistic lust building within her until the moment of satiation\rquote s explosion and then starting all over again. She didn\rquote t want to be Jamie, the good, prim Midwestern girl ever again, she wanted to be Jamie Lynn, the slutty seductress that could resist no man and no man could resist..\par \par Jamie didn\rquote t even consider Robert or Bobby Joe her brother anymore. He was a means to an end and when there weren\rquote t any of Betsy May\rquote s customers or visitors around, she used him for her pleasure. If Robert was back in some measure of control in his own mind, he didn\rquote t show it. Betsy May had him doing odd jobs around the house and fixing up an old pick-up in an barn out back. He may have been as dumb as a post, but he still had some technical know how that made him useful beyond a good fuck.\par \par There was something up in Susan. She watched television all day, but there was something going on in that mind of hers, probably another plan, another hope of getting out of here. Why didn\rquote t she just give up, Jamie wondered, give in, let the needs of her body take over and let go of the needs of the mind?\par \par Jamie Lynn left Susie Jane to her early morning shows for a therapeutic visit with Bobby. Bobby was turning the engine over to the pick up when she poked her head into the barn. The truck sputtered out a \ldblquote kuhchunk\rdblquote after he turned the key in the ignition. He turned the key again to similar results. One more turn got the engine going, it coughed loudly, spitting out clouds of dirty exhaust until he turned it off. Exiting the cab, he rubbed his hands together on a dirty rag.\par \par \ldblquote Wanna get mah engine running, Bobby Joe?\rdblquote Jamie Lynn cooed as she slipped off her t-shirt, revealing her pleasant boobs.\par \par It didn\rquote t take much to get Bobby Jo going; his erection showed through his overalls. He grunted an assent, picked up Jamie Lynn, carried her to the back of the pickup and nearly jumped out of his clothes, falling on Jamie with his powerful body, licking and sucking at her nipples like a little puppy. She took his huge cock and massaged her cunt lips with it, murmuring with satisfaction at the feeling.\par \par Bobby Joe\rquote s technique was much more gentle and gaged to mutual satisfaction than most of the good ole boys who formed Betsy May\rquote s clientele. Still he was clumsy and Jamie Lynn had a need to satisfy, she guided his prick into her moistened cunt, then pushed him over, rolling with him so that she emerged on top. She kneeled on him, her sex fully wrapped around his mountainous dick, taking her breasts in her own hands, squeezing them tightly. Bobby Joe tried to reach up to her with a bestial growl, but Jamie Lynn pressed his arms to his sides as she rode him. She didn\rquote t want the ape spoiling anything; this was her ride. She threw her head back as the feeling welled up inside of her slowly and then shot through her. Bobby Joe let out a gasp as his cum shots pounded deep within her. Jamie smiled and let herself fall onto her brother\rquote s chest.\par \par \ldblquote If this is family business, ah can always come back.\rdblquote Susan told the couple sarcastically.\par \par Jamie Lynn rolled over, releasing Bobbie Joe\rquote s penis. \ldblquote Why hey, Susie Jane, come on in, ya wanna take a ride?\rdblquote\par \par Susan frowned. \ldblquote Come on, we gotta figure out a way outta here!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You just don\rquote t get it Susie Jane. Ain\rquote t no way outta here. Get used to it, we is Southern sluts, white trash, trailer trash. Just admit it and have fun\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote No, ah will not accept that. Ah ain\rquote t what you say! Ah ain\rquote t!\rdblquote\par \par Jamie slowly stood up, her cunt glistening with her juices and Boby Joe\rquote s semen in the morning sun. Every step she took toward Susan was posed with sensuality, her ass wagged, her tongue ran across her lips. She backed Susan into the barn\rquote s wall.\par \par \ldblquote Accept it and life will be a lot easier on ya, honey. Me, ah just love who ah am.\rdblquote Jamie brought her lips up close against Susan\rquote s pouting face. She whispered, \ldblquote Fuck all day, fuck all night.\'85\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote No\'85Jamie\'85please\'85\rdblquote\par \par Jamie licked Susan\rquote s lips playfully; it didn\rquote t take much to send Susan toward the edge, letting the urges she was trying to suppress take control. Jamie\rquote s kisses grew deeper as did Susan\rquote s responses. Jamie had more in store though, she motioned Susan away from the wall so that Bobby Joe could press his dick, throbbing with renewed excitement, up against her ass. He reached around her and underneath her t-shirt\rquote taking her breasts and massaging them, twisting her thickening nipples.\par \par \ldblquote No!\'85Oh\'85what you two are doin\rquote too me\'85please\'85ya\rquote all know ah can\rquote t resist\'85makin me wanna fuck so bad!\rdblquote Susan protested.\par \par \ldblquote Become what you are\'85surrender!\rdblquote Jamie told her in a panting whisper. She undid Susan\rquote s shorts to go after her clit, stroking it gently between forefinger and thumb.\par \par \ldblquote Jeeessus\'85don\rquote t\'85not you\'85!\rdblquote\par \par After pushing Susan\rquote s panties down, Bobby Joe slowly used his prick to invade Susan. She whimpered and cried, tears fell from her cheeks, she bit her lips as they worked her, their bodies tight together. Susan\rquote s resistance was fading like butter melting in heated pan. Jamie smiled, they would be like this together, all three of them, slaves of Betsy May and sex, forever\'85\par \par But it would not be forever\'85when Betsy May tired of them she would get rid of them. They would all become mind wiped permanently and sent to the Pit Bull or somewhere else, not as themselves but as automatons or worse. Robert and Susan whatever dreams they had would be lost for good. Jamie took control.\par \par She released Susan, twisting her clit hard in a manner not meant to instill pleasure.\par \par \ldblquote Jesus, fuck you, you goddam bitch! What the hell you doin\rquote !\rdblquote Susan screamed.\par \par Rattled Bobby Joe disengaged from Susan, his glistening cock bouncing and slowly losing its strength.\par \par \ldblquote Shit, you got to get out of here. Bobby Joe\rquote s got the truck runnin\rquote don\rquote t ya Bobby? You know how to drive?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Sho nuff.\rdblquote Bobby Joe said, his face falling into a confused expression.\par \par \ldblquote Then you two get in the truck and get going! Don\rquote t stop for nuthin.\rquote\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote What d\rquote ya mean? We can all go.\rdblquote Susan replied.\par \par \ldblquote Betsy May ain\rquote t gonna be gone long. Even if we git, she is gonna git somebody after us. Wes or those sheriffs and deputies that come over for a screw. Someone has to stay here and stall for time and it might as well be me.\rdblquote\par \par Susan warred with her desire to leave and her friendship with Jamie. Bobby Joe stood slack jawed; he didn\rquote t know what to do except what he was told.\par \par Jamie opened the truck door. \ldblquote Come on. This is the best chance you\rquote ll get. Git outta here and keep goin\rquote till you is outta the state. You can always come back for me when you\rquote all git better. Git goin\rquote now!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Come on Bobby.\rdblquote Susan said emphatically. She got dressed and got in on the passenger side.\par \par Bobby put on his overalls, got in and started the truck. He looked at his sister as if he wanted to say something only his brain couldn\rquote t figure out what.\par \par \ldblquote Git bro.\rdblquote Jamie said.\par \par Bobby Joe let the car roll out of the garage. It drove up to the road, turned, and sped off.\par \par Jamie got dressed and went back into the house. She sat on a couch and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for Betsy May\rquote s return. After a few moments, Jamie figured that this was the wrong thing to do: she needed to stall for time and if Betsy May saw her looking blankly at the ceiling she would figure something was up. She needed to be looking at a magazine when Betsy came in, because that is what Betsy would be expecting her to do. But the pictures would send Jamie teetering toward the abyss wherein lay Jamie Lynn and Jamie Lynn couldn\rquote t keep the secret Jamie wanted kept. She needed something non-visual disguised in a visual form. An idea occurred to her. She found a piece of paper, slipped it into a magazine while keeping her eyes as averted as possible. Then she opened to where the paper covered the magazine page beneath. All she could see was the writing on the paper, not the magazine page, and as she could not read the words on it, they could not distract her. She sighed and waited for Betsy May.\par \par It wasn\rquote t long before the rumble of Betsy May\rquote s Trans Am was heard outside. Betsy May brought in some shopping bags through the kitchen door, whistling to herself. She noticed Jamie alone and asked, \ldblquote Where\rquote s Susie Jane?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Sleepin\rquote , Miss Betsy.\rdblquote Jamie replied not looking up from the covered magazine page.\par \par Betsy shrugged her shoulders; she started putting the groceries away. That bought the escapees a few more minutes. They needed hours. They were still within range of Wes or any number of Betsy\rquote s customers who could get in their way after being reached by a phone call. Jamie had to do something drastic. When Betsy left the kitchen, Jamie threw her arms around her and kissed her.\par \par Betsy made a noise and narrowed her eyes slightly as she investigated Jamie mentally. Susan had told Jamie that when the needs of her Jamie persona and her Jamie Lynn persona coincided, it was easier for the former to control the latter. Jamie\rquote s desire came from two sources, Jamie\rquote s need to conceal the fact that Bobbie and Susie were gone and Jamie Lynn\rquote s need to fuck anything that moved. At that moment, Jamie and Jamie Lynn were one and so when Betsy May entered her captive\rquote s mind, she couldn\rquote t tell the difference between one and the other and what they wanted and why.\par \par Betsy savored Jamie\rquote s tongue, playing with it with her own. She released Jamie for just a moment.\par \par \ldblquote Git in the bed room and git undressed!\rdblquote She commanded.\par \par \ldblquote Yes\rquote m!\rdblquote Jamie cheeped meekly, doing as she was told. Betsy May appeared a few minutes later at the doorway; her own body naked, her huge tits hanging steady like twin planets. Jamie Lynn had always hungered for Betsy May; she never had had the courage to try for her. Now that Jamie had pressed the issue, her pussy eagerly agonized for the union that was imminent.\par \par Betsy May advanced on Jamie, pushing her back on the bed, letting three fingers push into her captive\rquote s yawning cunt, pumping back and fort, back and forth. Jamie surprisingly didn\rquote t know what to do next, but her pelvis begin to rise and fall in unison with the thrusts to take the fingers fully.\par \par \ldblquote Ya got something comin\rquote bitch!\rdblquote Betsy May said. In her hand was a large dildo, glistening with some rude substance. The dildo took over the thrusting motion that Betsy\rquote s fingers had abandoned, taking her hole\rquote s entire length. Jamie fingered her clit to build on the feeling.\par \par \ldblquote Aw\'85fuck\'85fuck\'85!!!\rdblquote The captive shouted.\par \par The orgasm came so quickly, Jamie couldn\rquote t hold it, she cringed and then shook.\par \par \ldblquote On your hands and knees!\rdblquote Betsy May commanded.\par \par Jamie complied, gasping, panting. Betsy May drove the dildo in again, motioning it with skill to make it fall right where it could drive Jamie insane with ecstasy. At the same time she reached for the woman\rquote s drenched clitoris and rubbed it. Jamie\rquote s eyes widened, her body was wet with perspiration, she was cumming again, being fucked like a dog. She screamed and fell forward.\par \par Betsy May wasn\rquote t done. There was more to come.\par \par The ordeal went on all night. Betsy May worked Jamie over in so many ways she could not count them all until finally she was so numb she couldn\rquote t take any more. She collapsed beneath Betsy and fell into darkness until a scream woke her up.\par \par Betsy May stormed into the room, pulling Jamie up by the shoulders and shaking her.\par \par \ldblquote Where are they! They\rquote re gone! The truck is gone! Where did they go!\rdblquote She screamed.\par \par Jamie tried to answer, but Betsy was flailing through her mind for the information. When she got it, she rolled her hands into fists and hit the terrified woman.\par \par \ldblquote Fuckin\rquote bitch! You\rquote ll pay for this!\rdblquote\par \par Jamie managed to get into a sitting position.\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t Miss Betsy! Ah\rquote ll do anything!\rdblquote\par \par It was too late, Betsy May was beginning her mind wipe. Jamie\rquote s mind began to empty, her thoughts began to fall from her like water through a sieve.\par \par \ldblquote Miss\'85uhh\'85Betsy\'85ah\rquote ll\'85be good\'85ah\rquote ll\'85make\'85up\'85you\'85\rdblquote Concepts, words flowed away, she still had her memories, but these were all mental pictures, the ability to describe them, convey them dissipated.\par \par For a moment, all control of her body was lost, she was paralyzed. Instead of sensation, she felt nothing, and then a vibrating feeling, wracking every pore of her body, it overwhelmed her as if she were a string on an instrument that had been struck and continued to whine. Suddenly, everything felt wonderful, the touch of the bed, the air, even Betsy May\rquote s furious gaze. She wanted to feel herself and be felt, all over, it was so ecstatic. But the feeling grew worse, a nagging feeling, an itch that couldn\rquote t scratched, but a hundred fold, her body was aching, famished for sensation, it almost felt that she might explode.\par \par \ldblquote Me\'85me\'85\rdblquote Jamie stammered these words, she had been trying to say her name, but she could not even call that to her lips. Her mind had the capability to focus on only one thing.\par \par Me\'85me\'85me wanna fuck\'85me wanna fuck.\rdblquote Jamie uttered in a deep gutteral voice as if she were pretending to be a cave woman\par \par \ldblquote Oh you\rquote ll fuck alright bitch!\rdblquote Betsy May spat. \ldblquote That\rquote s all you\rquote ll do; that\rquote s all you\rquote ll be able to do!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Can I see her?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Sure thing Wes, right through here. She\rquote s been through more johns tonight than you\rquote ve had beers.\rdblquote\par \par The door opened into a ten by ten room with a bed just big enough for two people. A woman was sitting in a chair, with her legs spread, looking at herself in a mirror. She was completely naked. She moaned as she rubbed her crotch with one hand, only stopping momentarily to take a drag on a cigarette and then exhale the smoke.\par \par \ldblquote Girl!\rdblquote Wes barked.\par \par The woman that had been Jamie turned, the face beneath the long red hair gazed at him with its blank gray green eyes.\par \par \ldblquote Wanna fuck?\rdblquote She asked.\par \par Wes smiled. She was a good piece of ass and she would put out, she would love it and do what ever you wanted her to do, as long as you weren\rquote t too complicated in the asking. But that wasn\rquote t the reason he was here.\par \par \ldblquote Fuck?\rdblquote She asked again.\par \par \ldblquote They got away Jamie. I hope that\rquote s worth it for ya.\rdblquote Wes told her.\par \par Had his words made no impression? Jamie had been to college, she had had a career, but now there were few words she could understand or say.\par \par \ldblquote Just thought you should know.\rdblquote Wes said before leaving.\par \par Jamie took another breath of tobacco-stained air and smiled.\par }