End of the road

The SUV drew closer and closer to them, and the girls in the back were getting nervous. "Speed up!" yelled Stephanie. "Can't this thing do one twenty? They're gaining on us!"

"Oh no!" added Caroline. "Maybe he's an off duty cop! Maybe we're all going to jail! Maybe we should pullover? You know, just to see if maybe we could pay him off?"

Melanie reached into her jeans pocket. "I have five dollars."

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Look!" she exclaimed. "There's a road up ahead on the right!"

The van's tires squealed as Isabella made the turn, churning up gravel and dirt in her wake. But for all intents and purposes, it looked like they may have lost their pursuer. She eased off of the gas peddle, and everyone in the van blew a sigh of relief. They traveled down the road for quite some distance before once again coming to a screeching halt. There in the middle of the road was a large, fallen tree.

"Can't you drive over the thing, or jump it?" asked Stephanie.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "No, we can't jump it, and we can't drive over it."

"Well, maybe we can move it," offered Jamie. The girls got out of the van to inspect the fallen tree. It was too big to move, even with all of them trying. "Well, that's it," said Caroline. "We have to turn around. Hopefully we lost them." They all climbed back into the van, and Isabella turned around, heading back the way they came from. They had gone quite some distance before seeing a familiar vehicle that had only one working headlight.

"Go around them!" shouted Stephanie.

"There's no room!" Isabella said as she slammed on the brakes, lurching everyone in the van forward.

The driver of the SUV had turned sideways in the middle of the road, blocking any chance of them getting around it. The door of the SUV opened, and out stepped a furious looking woman who leveled a shotgun at the girls in the van.

"She's gonna kill us for hitting her car!" exclaimed Stephanie.

"Shut up Steph, you're not helping!" said Jamie as she raised her hands for the approaching woman. "She's just mad because we hit her, and left. We'll get through this."

The angry woman yanked the driver's side door open. "Turn off the van, and give me the keys!" she demanded. Isabella, having ****, did what the angry woman asked. She turned off the van, and handed the keys over to her. "What are you going to do with us? I can't imagine you'd shoot us for hitting your car."

"I will do anything I want with you," the woman answered with a crazed look in her eye. "All of you, out of the van. Get out through this door only!" To emphasize her point, she pulled Isabella out of the driver's seat, and threw her to the ground. Hysterical and crying, the rest of the girls slowly made their way out of the van through the driver's door as the crazed woman flung them to the ground as they exited. When the last girl was flung to the ground, she quickly pointed the shotgun at them.

"Please don't kill us!" Jamie begged.

"Begging won't get you nowhere at all," the woman sneered. "It's because of you I had to kill my no good husband, and my daughter. She turned out to be a slut for daddy's cock. But you already know that since you looked in the back," she said, pointing to the SUV.

"We didn't look in the back!" said a frantic Stephanie. "We don't know anything! Please, just let us go! We won't say anything! We promise!"

"All of you get up, and go to the front of the van. I want to see what's so special about all of you I had to shoot my husband for."

The girls slowly got up, and walked to the front of the van. The woman was clearly deranged. There was no reasoning with her. They stood now, lined up, in front of the van with their hands up in the air. "See how much better things can be if you do as you're told?" the woman mocked them. "Now, take off your clothes."

"No!" protested Stephanie. "Please don't make us do this!"

The crazed woman walked over to Stephanie. "You're a mouthy little slut, aren't you?" she said as she put the barrel of the shotgun up to Stephanie's mouth. "I said take off your clothes. Take off everything! I want it all in a pile, right here in front of you!" Not another word was said by the girls as they began to strip. Pretty soon their clothes were in a pile, and they cowered naked, trying to hide their bodies with their arms. "Arms down at your sides!" the woman barked. "I want to see everything he saw!"

The woman walked over to Jamie first as they all dropped their arms. "You're a real blond," she commented. "Real blonds go for a good price." She licked the side of Jamie's face. "We're going to get to know each other real well. I like that heart you made." She continued down the line, looking over Caroline with an approving nod, and frowning at Isabella. "Real women don't shave down there. You will not shave your coochie ever again. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Isabella stuttered in answer.

Beside Isabella cowered Stephanie. The woman took a good look at her almost platinum bond hair. "You're not a real blond, are you?"

"N-no, I'm not," she replied nervously.

"You need to stop shaving down there too. And you won't dye your hair ever again. What is your natural color?"

"Ruh-Red. Dark red," she answered.

"Redheads also sell nicely," the woman cooed as she licked the side of Stephanie's face. "I'll have to shave your head to make it grow out again."

Finally she arrived at Melanie. "What is it with you girls, and shaving down there?" She grabbed Melanie by the arm, and threw her on top of the clothes pile. "Now, sweetheart, I want you to tinkle on your clothes."

"Whu-what?" Melanie balked.

"I said tinkle on your clothes," she repeated. "Now you better start up that golden shower, or they'll be blood stained with your blood!" She pointed the shotgun at the girl's head.

Melanie felt humiliated. This was only adding to the humiliation. She began to pee on the pile of clothes.

"Good girl!" said the woman with a smile. She pointed at Jamie. "You're next. Get over here, and tinkle on your clothes!"

It wasn't long before every girl had successfully peed on their pile of clothing. The steam rose up from the quickly cooling pee, and wafted into everyone's nostrils. "Gawd, you girls stink like whores!" the woman remarked.

"You're the one who made us pee on them!" whined Caroline.

"I'm also the one who's gonna make you wear them," responded the woman. "From now on, I am your Master. Don't you ever call me Mistress. A Mistress is a whore who fucks a married man, and I don't fuck no married men, like you little tramps. I'm going to teach all of you how to be proper young ladies. Now get your stinky, slutty asses in my car."

"But there's dead bodies back there!" protested Stephanie.

The woman laughed, having forgotten about them. "Well, I guess you girls will just have to pull them out and bury them, won't you?"

Still at gunpoint, the girls were **** to drag the bodies of the woman's dead husband and daughter from the SUV, and bury them. Once they were finished, they were **** into the back of the SUV, and spirited off somewhere deep into the area known only as The Eyes.

(Author's note: No clothes were actually peed on during the writing of this chapter. At least the author doesn't think so. Nor were any young ladies actually **** to strip at gunpoint by a self righteous, crazed woman. The author feels your disappointment. Stay tuned for next chapter when we might hear Stephanie say: "But I don't want to balance a book on my head!" Until then, any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Thank you for reading.)