The Humiliation of Hannah

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “So, we meet again,” Cain said with an ominous grin.

  “Meet? I don’t think so,” she said as a haughty rebuttal. “It looks like you’ve come to my door and muscled your way inside—without an invitation and against my wishes.”

  The man nodded his head in mock appreciation of the stern rebuke. “Oh, you are a proud woman, Mrs. Crowe,” he said. “But a lax one.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  He was far too close to her for comfort.

  “Was not your brother through here a few days back?”

  She stood stock still, trying to decide which would work best, a lie or the truth. She decided on the truth. “Yes, he was here. And I gave him your message.”

  “Really, now? You’d think he’d have contacted me and made arrangements to pay his debt. But it seems he rode right out of here, like he forgot everything you said you told him, if you actually told him.”

  “I said that I gave him your message, but I cannot control what my brother does.”

  “Is that so?”

  “I wish I could, if so, this would all be taken care of. But Beau has his own mind and he’s a stubborn man.”

  “Humph.” His look was dour. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she answered. Until then, he’d been standing a good six feet off and was content there. But now he inched his way a little closer, a little more threateningly. Hannah gazed at him warily, her heart pumping as if a whole flock of birds was taking flight inside her.

  She stepped back and he ambled closer still.

  “You see, the time’s running out on your brother. I said I’d extract my price, one way or another.”

  “I don’t see how I can help you there.”

  “Oh, you and your lovely sister here can help a lot.” He stared at Jolie, only to see the girl shrink back a little further, even though she could hardly move with the two men so close behind her. “You see, if we take a payment out of your hide,” he looked back at Hannah, “it’ll satisfy the itch I have to tear your brother in two… at least until that itch gets uncomfortable again.”

  Hannah could feel the threat from her pounding temples to her sour stomach to her angry crotch where the meanest of fires was gathering steam in a most unseemly way.

  “What does my brother owe you? I’ll pay you if I have to do so, in order to get you off his back,” she spit back, desperately.

  Jarrett Cain shook his head. “Oh, ma’am, it’s not money I want from you. It’s that honey skin, that tender flesh, that sweet deep valley between your thighs.” He stood just inches from her now, oozing with lurid charm and his one hand lighting grazing the soft side of her face.

  For several seconds, she stood still as if in a trance, then suddenly broke free of it.

  “No! You cannot!” Hannah roared, and she foolishly tried to make for the door and her sister, but failed miserably in both attempts. Lyle had her sister firmly by the hair, while Eldon’s arms circled Hannah’s flailing torso and held her fast regardless of how hard she kicked her legs.

  “Oh, that was a big mistake,” Cain said, his voice rising. “When women get uppity with me, I thrash their asses.” He turned to the boys. “We’ll bare both of their bottoms before we take their pretty cunts.”

  “You have no right!” Hannah lashed out.

  Cain whipped around his hot face not more than inches from hers. “I take my rights any way I see them. And I’ll be damned if I’ll let some haughty bitch like you dictate to me what’s right and wrong. Your sorry brother decided to play in my world, with my women, my booze and my kindness. He messed up bad, Mrs. Crowe, and someone has to pay. Might as well be you as anyone. And don’t think I won’t enjoy every minute of it.”

  “My husband will be walking through this door at any moment. You best not be here.”

  He laughed. “Your husband was on his way up the ridge checking traps. I got so close to him, he tipped his hat. Guess he doesn’t know me by my face. Too bad. If he did, he might be coming down here to protect his own. But he was still trudging up that mountain, all businesslike, while we were getting ready to have his wife. Guess I’m just a lucky man.”

  Hannah, furious, spit in his face with all the venom she could muster.

  Delivered by an angry Jarrett Cain, the ensuing slap across her check stung, but Hannah did not regret her move, as she watched him wipe his cheek on a handkerchief. Then he nodded to Eldon who shoved her over the kitchen table and began grappling with her skirts.

  “Don’t fight me, Mrs. Crowe, or I’ll have you tied down,” Cain warned, while leaning in to her ear. “And I demand some respect from you. You can call me, ‘sir’, when you speak to me. Is that clear?”

  She waited too long to reply and he addressed her again. “IS THAT CLEAR?”

  “Yes, sir!” she spat out.

  “Give her one hot ass, Eldon, and we’ll see how the little lady responds.”

  A pair of cruel hands pried her legs apart as Hannah grabbed for the other side of the table. What more could she do but hold on? In the minutes that followed she felt the fiery heat of a leather belt thrashing callously across her bared bottom. The blows stung from the beginning and did not stop as the young buck beat her until her entire body was one wound of angry red. The pain was nearly unbearable. But she was too proud to cry out, too proud to whimper or even sob, even as the fierce lashes kept coming, harder, faster, meaner than she ever remembered being beaten. When it stopped, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief and muffled the threatening sob.

  “Oh, don’t go thinking that’s all you’re going to get, Mrs. Crowe,” Cain warned. “You got one handsome butter paddle here that’s going blister this sorry ass.”

  He held the paddle he’d found on the drain board before her eyes and leaned in so she couldn’t help but see the poisonous expression in his eyes.

  “You’d dare risk my flesh showing the marks that will make?” she tersely, quietly asked.

  “That’s your worry, Mrs. Crowe, not mine. You’ll just have to be coy with your husband for a few days, eh? Now kiss it!” He held the paddle to her lips.

  “I will not!”

  “I said, kiss it!” He didn’t raise his voice, yet it seemed to thunder all around the room.

  Her confused mind could hardly comprehend the horror of this moment. But she knew she was no match for the man or his scruffy friends. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the wood.

  “Humph! Good; you are trainable,” the man chortled. He then moved to her behind and ripped off a good dozen smacks on her tenderized flesh, until she gasped into a terrible sob. “No, no, no, please….”

  The man paused. “You’ve had enough, huh?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He smacked the paddle on her bottom again, overtop a rash of red that grew angrier with each hit.

  “You sure?” he went on, while delivering another blow.

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Say it then!” he punctuated the remark with a strike to her upper thighs.

  “Oh, please, sir. Please stop; I can’t take anymore.”

  “Enough? Maybe for now.” He looked toward Jolie. “Let her take her place.”

  Hannah’s shocked sister had watched knowing what terrible fate awaited her. Tears were already streaming down her face and she felt so weak that she was about to faint.

  “NO!” she wailed as she began to cry in earnest seeing her sister lifted from the table. But Eldon pushed her with a firm hand on her back, forcing Jolie over the kitchen table in the same manner as her sister.

  “Oh, don’t, Mr. Cain, sir. She’s just a girl,” Hannah intervened.

  “She’s been beaten in the judge’s office; she can take this.”

  Hannah looked at him shocked.

  “You think I don’t know these things? Why, I’m a member of the community, you know, and it’s only right that I should know.”

  Jolie sobbed through the whole long ordeal, as her skirts were ra
ised, her ass end bared, and her bottom thrashed with the same meanness, the same thoroughness, the same force that her sister’s bottom had been punished. She sobbed as if it were the only way to relieve the agony, although it was obvious that nothing could take away the pain as her poor behind was scorched to a deep rosy hue.

  Hannah watched aghast on the sidelines, praying that this terrible dream was just a dream, a nightmare from which they would soon awaken. Though it was a nightmare, it was not a dream. Three brutal men had invaded her home and were taking from her sister and her their dignity, their peace and she feared, even more than that. Was that not what they promised?

  Jolie was still lying over the table, the belt and paddle put away when she saw Lyle begin to undo the button on his trousers.

  “NO!” she rushed in imploring Jarrett Cain. “Please, you cannot do this. Not to one so young.” She hated to say virgin, but they all understood what she meant.

  Cain raised his hand to Lyle, stopping him.

  “Someone’s going to be violated today, Mrs. Crowe. The thrashing was just for sport, because I like to make women suffer. But my payment takes a more direct form now. And I’ll settle for nothing less.”

  “Then take it from me. I’ll give your loins the satisfaction they are looking for.” She practically choked out the words, but her message was clear.

  Cain sneered. “What a woman you are,” he said, this time with little mockery. “You’ll give up your well-oiled slit to save your sister’s virginity?”

  “Or, there are other ways for a woman to satisfy a man,” she posed. Her dark eyes softened with the implication quite clear.

  Cain sidled up to her close. “You either take it in that velvety purse between your thighs, or you take it up your ass. I’ll let you decide, since it really doesn’t matter to me either way.”

  Hannah’s eyes got big as his meaning became clear. “You will do what you will, sir. I cannot fight you. But my womanhood is my husband’s; I’d rather have you any other way than that.”

  He sniggered. “Suit yourself. That tight channel is good for buggering, better than a sloppy cunt any day.”

  “Just leave my sister be.”

  “Oh, I’ll leave your sister be, as long as you can accommodate us all.”

  Hannah visibly gulped and her voice almost cracked. “If that is your wish, so be it.”

  “Ah, you are the brave one!” He turned to the whimpering Jolie. “What a sister you have here, Miss Noble. I’m so moved by her generosity that I’m going to grant her request, as long as you stay and watch what we do to her.”

  Jolie could not speak but her eyes were fixed, if not on the scene, then on some place faraway where her mind could drift and she could pretend this horror was not happening.

  Hannah was once again thrust over the kitchen table; her skirt thrown up over her reddened bottom. Her legs were pried apart again and Cain’s thick fingers opened her cleft where he could view the rosy bud of her anus.

  “This seems to be virgin territory, ma’am,” he observed.

  “Yes, it is,” she said weakly.

  He cracked his palm hard against her ass. “Speak to me with respect, Mrs. Crowe, respect!”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “We’d better have some lard for this one.” He looked at Eldon, who immediately turned to the stove and found a pail with the greasy white substance inside.

  A hot hand slathered her ass with the cold lard. A finger worked its way beyond the sphincter and she jerked forward. A moment of sharp startling sensations rifled through her body, like none she’d ever experienced before. Another hand moved deeper to the clitoris and those dark and sensitive places that Daniel’s erection caressed with love.

  “I think she’s wet, Jarrett.”

  “A good woman is wet in the presence of a man with the will to have her. The spirited ones may clench up tight like they’d never be so humiliated, but the truth lies plain for anyone to see. You do the honors first, Lyle. Loosen her up for Eldon and me. In mere seconds, the quiet man was ready, standing poised between Hannah’s legs. His open pants unveiled a curved erection that slid between her reddened cheeks, then slowly, delicately worked its way into the tight hole, pressing a bit at a time into Hannah’s rectum.

  Hannah gasped when he first breached the tight barrier.

  “Easy, girl. Nothing to fear,” Cain said.

  Lyle worked his member a little deeper, while Hannah tried to breathe, as she attempted to relax the tightly clenched muscles.

  “See how nice that feels?” Cain said. He held her hair in his hand and forced her gaze, although her eyes were glassed over. She was somewhere between fear and a tremulous worry, as the rush of physical sensations almost made her go mad.

  While Lyle moved steadily inside her ass, his hand reached underneath and toyed with the portal below, stimulating the well-known place of pleasure despite her desire to quell the unwanted arousal. She sought with every bit of strength she had to contain her physical reaction—it was too abominable to believe. But a wanting, a longing that was so unexpected rose up like a beast; while the beast in the guise of Jarrett Cain stared her in the eye.

  After several minutes of an easy ride, Cain said to Lyle what he most wanted to hear.

  “The time for tenderness is over, boy. Take your pleasure so Eldon and I can have a chance at the little vixen.”

  Lyle wasted to no time at all. He grabbed Hannah’s hips in his large hands and began thrusting his erection into the woman’s ass as deep as it would go.

  Jolie stood by in wonder, gripped by fear that rained down her face in salty tears. She watched as Lyle’s cock speared her sister’s entrails, as Hannah gritted her teeth, as she gasped in obvious pain and as she finally moaned in a way that suggested she actually found some pleasure in being raped. A small roar escaped the man’s mouth when he finally thrust with one last burst and held Hannah’s impaled bottom against his groin as he pumped his seed inside her.

  For a brief moment, Hannah breathed more easily as Lyle’s spent cock slipped from her rectum.

  But the exchange was swift. A ready Eldon took over, with nothing but ruthless force—no gentle caress this time—and pummeled her hard. The assault might have lasted two minutes, but no more. It was clear that this rape was less invasive, less painful for Hannah. Being less painful it was more work for her—more work to contain, to stifle, to reject, to drive back what threatened so vilely to consume her. Her body was given no mercy, and it had every means of betrayal handy to display what a raunchy woman this wife of Daniel Crowe truly was. The tiny, breathless gasps, the way her bottom wiggled as if pleasured, the look of shamed anguish on her face did not go unnoticed.

  With the second man finished, the third stepped into place. Hannah knew when Cain’s fat erection thumped against her sore bottom that he would be more of a challenge than either of the first had been. After his thick member warned her first with the lewd poking, Jarrett shoved hard, nestling deep, while widening the portal far beyond what Hannah believed her bottom could take.

  “Oh, gawd, owwww!” she moaned in pain. Sharp and unremitting pain forced her belly and bottom into a steely clench. “No! No! I can’t take anything so big.”

  “You’ll adapt. Just relax,” the man muttered. He’d wound his fingers through her hair and jerked her head back. “Come on, lady, tell me you want me here,” he seethed.

  She refused to speak.

  “Tell me!” he shook her hard. “Tell me, or there will be more that will shame you far beyond your bounds.”

  “But I…” she started to object.

  He ran his one hand over her face and thrust his fingers inside her mouth. She sucked them unthinkingly, as she might her husband’s. “That’s it. Now tell me, Mrs. Crowe.”

  He slapped her ass again and again, so hard the pain there compounded.

  “Tell me!”

  “Yes, yes, I want you in me!” she finally cried.

  “More, Mrs. Crowe!”

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��I want you in me, sir.”

  “More, tell me what you desire. You know what I want to hear.”

  Desire? How could that be? It could never be true; she could never feel these things!

  But she knew what he wanted to hear, what he wanted to extract from her for spite, because he was bigger, meaner, more ruthless, and she was just a woman in a savage land victim to a lust she could not control. She said the words because she had to. “I want you to use me,” she sputtered. “I want you to use my ass, sir!” she repeated. Then she fell into a convulsive sob as the man’s erection worked the channel hard for the sole purpose of humiliating the proud woman. He took pleasure in being the third man that day to dispense his seed in the ass of another man’s wife. And what her convulsive weeping did was hide the fact that her inner body shook from more than terror or shame. It bit off a piece of unspeakable pleasure, that for just a few brief seconds took her body and mind from this travesty and gave them glory not dishonor. Cain knew that, and so did she, even if she never admitted the truth.

  Hannah was still lying over the kitchen table when the three men were ready to leave. She was too exhausted to rise to her feet. Her pride was gone; she was bathed in shame.

  “Get up, Mrs. Crowe and address me proper,” she heard Jarrett Cain’s voice pierce her misery with the command. He had little to say, but he wanted to see her face and make her look him in the eye.

  With what little strength she had, Hannah peeled her sweat-soaked body from the table and stood. Her skirt kindly dropped down to cover her used ass end and she steadied herself against the table. She raised her trembling chin in a proud but faltering fashion.

  “When you see your brother again, you will remember him to me, won’t you?” Cain said.

  “Yes, sir, I will,” she said coolly.

  His two companions had already left the house, and he did as well, after one long look—a little admiration mingled with scorn.

  The three men mounted their horses and rode off with the sound of their hoof beats lingering in the air.

  The two women were silent, almost afraid to move, and too stunned and ashamed to speak. Then Hannah, suddenly, lifted the butter paddle and handed it to Jolie. “Burn it!” she ordered.