They unfastened my cuffs and laid me out on the floor. The woman squatted over my face and ordered me to eat her pussy. This was probably the only perversion I had not been subjected to already. But it was alright. I was going to die soon. Besides, compared to a lot of the other things I had been forced to do, this was nothing.

I gave her several orgasms with my mouth while the man lifted my hips up off of the floor and raped my tortured pussy. After they both came in me she started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed it all easily.

I was then pulled to my knees and the man pissed in my mouth. While I was drinking his piss the woman was putting handcuffs on my wrists. I finished drinking the man's piss and I was pulled to my feet and let naked, up the stairs and outside to the barn, with the cameraman following closely.

There was a small group of men gathered in one corner and they watched as I was led to the horse bench in the middle of the floor. I was strapped down and the cameras were set up and the lights turned on.

A couple of men came over and did something at the bottom of the bench. I realized that they were removing the boards that kept the horses from being able to get close enough to bury their cocks into the victims strapped to the bench.

Now I knew how I was going to die. I was going to get fucked to death by a horse! Not what I would have chosen, but soon it would be over. I was about to die.

The boards were moved out of the way and I waited fearfully. I hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when that horse shoved two feet of cock into my guts.

I heard the sound of hooves on the wood floor and I looked up to see which horse would have the honor. I saw a large black horse being led forward, but I honestly couldn't remember if I had serviced this one yet or not. The events of the weekend were really kind of hazy now.

The horse was led over so that my pussy was in his face and he could smell the semen dripping out of me. I watched as the trainer reached down and started massaging the horse cock. It was getting hard fast. Soon he was ready and the trainer led him up and while one of the men held the reins she bent over to insert his cock into my drizzling pussy.

I was startled when the man near my head suddenly crumpled to the floor. I couldn't look down and see him and didn't have any idea what was going on. I saw the trainer stand up and look towards the door and suddenly there was a small red hole in the middle of her forehead and she dropped to the floor. The horse was startled and pulled back and ran back out to his corral.

I was still confused. It looked like the trainer had been shot. But those little popping sounds didn't seem loud enough to be shots. I looked around and saw more men falling to the floor, some after running a few steps. But none of them got far. I saw that the big five were all dead. All of the cameramen were dead. Everyone but me was dead. That wasn't right! I was supposed to be dead. I wanted to be dead. I was ready to be dead.

I heard footsteps and I closed my eyes and waited for my turn. But instead I felt my arms and legs being released from the bench. I opened my eyes and saw Jim. He had a look of absolute horror on his face. "Oh god, not again," I thought. "Not more things that he can't forget. Oh well. It doesn't matter. I will just have to find another way to die."

Jim pulled me off of the bench and carried me to his car. He put a blanket over me and then he called 911. There were tears in his eyes, he was crying so loud he had trouble telling the cops where he was and what he had done.

When he got off the phone I told him to tell them that I did it.

He smiled at me and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head away. He didn't realize where my lips had been.

"I am so sorry," he sobbed. "All of this is my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid you would still be safe, at home, with me."

"No," I said softly, "Don't be silly. I'm no good anymore. I am going to die soon. I'm ruined now. Tell them I shot all the men. You shouldn't go to jail for something like me."

He pulled me close and cried and I felt so sorry for him.

Finally the cops drove up. There were a half a dozen cop cars and several ambulances. Jim got out as they approached and put his hands in the air. The cops surrounded us and put handcuffs on him. Then this big old redneck Georgia State Trooper came back out from looking around the barn.

He looked at Jim and said, "You do that?"

Jim nodded.

"Why?"

"They kidnapped my wife. If you look around you will find three days worth of horrible movies recording all of the torture and abuse she has suffered since she came out here Friday afternoon at their request to make a business presentation."

The signs of what had taken place here were everywhere. The cop looked around and then he took the cuffs off of Jim and asked him if he had any other weapons. He said that he didn't.

One of the cops came out of the house with the DVD with my picture on it, from my first horse rape last year. I explained what that was and who the five men were and why I was here. I asked that I not be asked what happened in front of Jim. I know that our marriage is over, but he has suffered enough.

When I was finally alone with the big trooper who seemed to be in charge I told him everything, starting with what happened last year. I put in every detail. He recorded it on his little tape recorder. I gave a cold, honest, complete recital of the events that had taken place. I didn't have to worry about my pride or being humiliated any longer. I was going to die soon.

They had me show them around the farm. I showed them what little I had seen and explained the paraphernalia I had become familiar with. Then they found some clothing inside the house I could put on and I took a quick shower and got dressed in the house.

The trooper took us in to the station in his car and on the way in I asked if I could get a hamburger somewhere since I hadn't eaten since lunch on Friday. He stopped and bought me a hamburger and a coke. But I could only eat a few bites before I started feeling ill.

We got to the station and as soon as we arrived he called the District Attorney. The DA wasn't all that happy about being called in on a Sunday night, but he finally showed up and the Trooper told him everything. By then they had looked at some of my movies and were thoroughly disgusted.

There was a long discussion, apparently the DA didn't want to make a decision until morning, but the Trooper absolutely refused to lock anyone up. The DA left after a few minutes and the Trooper came out to Jim and I and said, "You two can go for now, but we will have to talk to you some more before this is over."

He asked me where I would be staying and I gave him my address. He asked Jim and I told him that Jim could stay with me, if he wanted to.

Jim nodded and the Trooper explained that our cars would be released tomorrow after the crime scene was processed. He handed me my keys from my purse and he had one of his troopers take us to my apartment.

I went inside and Jim hugged me and tried to kiss me again. He seemed sad when I refused. I tried to explain that it wasn't him. I still loved him. I had never stopped. It was just that after what had happened I could never kiss anyone again. I was…..dirty.

He cried out and pulled me closer and forced his lips to mine. "You aren't dirty," he sobbed. "You are a victim. And it is mostly my fault. I fucked up in Vermont. I had trouble dealing with things. But when you left I realized what was important to me. I won't let you go again."

I smiled at him. I really loved him. "Yes you will," I said calmly, reasonably. "It's worse now. This past weekend……well, it's worse now. You can't love me now. You love who I was. I think she is gone now. They killed her."

He held me close and said, "I know about this weekend, well, most of it. I don't care. I already learned my lesson. I know you were hurt, badly. You have been damaged mentally and physically. We will work at it, you will get better. We will get better. I won't let you go again."

I knew he meant it. It didn't matter though. I was going to die soon. I asked him how he found me. What he was doing here.

"I got that check you sent me, from the sale of the house," he said. I tore it up. I was so pissed. Not at you, at me, for being such a stupid asshole. I realized I had let the best thing that had ever happened to me get away. I didn't let you get away, I drove you away. I threw you away. It didn't take long to get your address. You can't keep secrets in our little town. I got your address and drove straight through to Augusta."

"I had gotten the name of the place you worked and I couldn't wait for you to get home. I went to your office. Your secretary told me that you were out of the office on business. So I waited in the parking lot outside of your apartment for you to come home."

"When you didn't come home I gave up and got a room in a nearby motel and the next day I waited in the parking lot again. I was getting worried but I didn't know what else to do. I called the cops and they said that there were no accidents or anything, you weren't in the hospital. There was nothing that I could do but wait."

"Finally on Sunday I called the emergency contact number on the door of your office. I had a terrible time convincing the answering service that it was an emergency. They finally agreed to try to contact someone. I ended up having to wait until church got out for them to reach anyone."

"Finally your secretary called me in the afternoon and after I finally convinced her that something was wrong she told me where you had gone. Since last year I always carry a weapon. I had my M1 carbine in the trunk with a couple of banana clips. I got it out and drove out to the studio. I pulled up and went to the house, but there wasn't anyone there.

I heard a noise in the barn and headed across the yard to the door. I saw what was happening when I walked in and just started shooting. I went crazy. I didn't even know how many men were there or if they had weapons. I just wanted to kill them all. So I did. And I am glad. I wish I could have done it last time."

My hero! No, really, I mean it. It is sad. He will feel bad when I die.

I made him some supper. I ate a little. I couldn't stand much. Then we just sat and held each other and comforted each other.

"I love you Jean," he said softly. "I am so sorry I was such a dick. Believe me; I will never forgive myself for what I did. But I outgrew it, I swear. It doesn't matter now. None of it matters. Well, that's not true. Of course it matters. It happened to us, to you. But I don't care anymore. That was a terrible experience. You need help to get over it. I am going to help you. And I am going to get you all of the best professional help that there is. In fact, you are going to meet Kevin tomorrow."

"Who is Kevin?" I asked.

"When I got back from reserve duty in Iraq I had some problems. Kevin was the guy that helped me work through them. He is good. It's like he can read your mind. I know, he isn't a rape counselor, but he just has a way. I think he can help. I called him from the police station and he is flying down in the morning."

I smiled at Jim. He is so sweet. He really wants to help. I almost wish it wasn't too late.

We went to bed together, with our clothes on. We just cuddled. It was nice. It had been a long time.

The next day we went back to the police station. I called my office and told them I probably wouldn't be in.

Ten minutes later my boss was at the police station. When he found out what had happened he was in shock. He offered to give me as much time as I needed, with pay. He even offered to provide any and all counseling that was needed.

He was so nice I felt guilty. I hugged him and told him to relax. It wasn't his fault. Nobody blamed him. He had no way of knowing that his clients were the mad rapists from my past.

"Doesn't matter," he said. "I'm gonna do what's right."

I introduced him to Jim and they talked for a few minutes and finally the Trooper came out of his office and said, "You folks are all free to go. I have talked to the DA and there will be no charges. Case is closed. Your cars are out back and your gun and your other belongings are being brought out to you. All I ask is that if you leave the area you let me know where you go in case I need to get in touch with you. My boys found a lot of movies in their store room and I suspect that there are going to be a lot of crimes solved eventually, a lot of horrible crimes. A lot of the men in those movies that are still unaccounted for are known rapists."

I said goodbye to the Trooper and thanked him for being so nice. I said goodbye to my boss and thanked him too. Jim followed me home in his car and we went inside my apartment. I tried again to explain that it was alright. I understood. I knew he could never look at me in the same way again, that we could never be the same way again. We were no longer that cute, young, innocent couple.

"No," he said. "We are just going to have to be who we are. Two people who had a rough time but got over it and are still in love, so it doesn't matter. I should have my ass kicked for deserting you when I did. I know that now. I am so sorry. But I swear I won't leave you again. Not ever. Not even if you try to make me."

I just smiled.

Someone came to the door in the afternoon. It was Kevin. He had treated Jim for post traumatic stress. I remember when Jim came home from Iraq. He had been very quiet, but I had no idea he had been having problems, or that he had been seeing someone about it. That was while we were still engaged.

Kevin came in and we talked for a while. Kevin certainly did have a way about him. He made you feel comfortable talking to him. In fact, we talked all night, all three of us. We talked and we cried and we hugged and by morning I was not so sure I was going to die.

Then we had to make some decisions. Jim understood that I could not go back to our place in Vermont. He offered to move anywhere that I wanted to go, even here if that was what I wanted.

I didn't know what I wanted. It was going to take more than one night of talking to straighten me out. I knew that now. But I thought, maybe, things might get better.

That was two years ago. Today, Jim and I are remarried. We live in another small town in Vermont. If you are from Vermont it is hard to not live in Vermont.

We see Kevin a lot. He is our friend now, as well as a counselor. I have a new job. We have a nice new house. No barn.

We are going to make it this time. We even make love again. And it is good. In some ways it is even better. I can deep throat now. Jim likes that, and I like it when it feels good for him. Anal sex doesn't hurt at all. We don't do it often; it isn't a favorite for either of us, but once in a while, what the hell. But the best part is that now we look each other in the eye and we can smile and laugh. Yeah, we are going to make it this time.