In a time when women are expected to know their place, this tale of desire and surrender is steeped in the sweet romance and the ruthless brutality of an uncivilized time.
With her parents gone, Hannah Crowe feels responsible for her post-adolescent siblings. Life would be much easier if her brother Beau and sister Jolie were not always getting into trouble, causing conflict between Hannah and husband, Daniel. His prescription for these misdemeanors is a turn in the woodshed, strap in hand. In the latest scuffle, Daniel gives the reckless Jolie over to Judge Boone, whose courthouse discipline sees the young maid half stripped before an audience and punished with a tawse. But when Hannah attempts to rescue Beau--against Daniel's wishes--it's Hannah who's off to the woodshed, later serving time naked in the yard, tethered to a post. Extreme? Maybe. But the infuriated Daniel refuses to back down.
When Beau's bad debts to a unscrupulous swindler, Jarrett Cain, mount, it's Hannah being harassed. She cringes at his sleazy insinuations, but she doesn't dare tell Daniel. Jarrett and his boys soon show up at the farmhouse while Daniel's away, with plans to take their payment in sex from both Hannah and Jolie. When Hannah resists, both women are forced against the kitchen table and soundly whipped; then while Jolie watches in horror, her sister is anally raped. Believing she has betrayed her husband, Hannah is shamed beyond belief and again refuses to tell her husband. She makes Jolie swear to keep the awful secret.
Days later, Hannah is kidnapped and taken to Cain's ranch, where she's displayed, tormented and humiliated in the pony ring, then is the victim of a gang rape by Jarrett and his men. Though deploring the vile things these men do, a strange sexual satisfaction brews in her when she's so unmercifully used. Could it be she finds a depraved satisfaction in these obscene sexual acts?
Finally freed, Hannah can't go home and face Daniel. She thus serves penance at Miss Mamie's Whorehouse, cooking, cleaning and spreading her legs for Jarrett whenever he's there to use her. Hannah knows this is her fate, even as a determined Daniel intends to find her and bring her home. Includes forced sex, coercion, blackmail, spanking bondage, beating, pain, humiliation, hard anal, and oral sex as some of its graphic content.
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Pink Flamingo Publications
August 13, 2007
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Excerpt from The Humiliation of Hannah by Lizbeth Dusseau
While waiting for her husband Daniel to bring home her wayward sister, Hannah naps briefly in a chair by the fire...
A sudden knock on the door awoke her from the troubled nap. Her eyes jerked open and a chill ran up her spine. Who could that possibly be?
She tiptoed to the door and cracked it open just a bit, seeing one of her brother Beau's good friends on the other side. She didn't know the boy well, but the fellow seemed like a nice enough chap; not like the tougher boys who wildly ran about the county playing havoc on the farmers.
"Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Crowe, but I bring news to you from Beau," the young man said, sounding worried.
"What is it?" She opened the door a little wider.
"He's had a fall. . .coming here to talk to you, but he didn't make it."
"My God, where is he? Anything broken?"
"I don't know, missus. I tried to check him, but he's complained so that I couldn't. He's hurt bad, ma'am. If you could... well, you know, come along..."
The flustered woman gazed nervously about the house. If only Daniel had been there; he would have gone himself. But what could she do? Her heart beat with a furious thunder, while the boy himself fidgeted nervously waiting for her to respond.
Fearing that Beau was in mortal danger, she suddenly grabbed her coat and, pulling it on, climbed up in the saddle behind the stranger and rode out into the night with him. It was just a mile or two beyond the farm, when she spotted through a blanket of darkness, the shapes of several men.
"Where's Beau?" she asked suspiciously as they slowed down and trotted into their midst. On seeing the group of men before her she sensed that she'd been tricked. If she'd ridden her own horse, she would have turned away right then. But she'd stupidly, foolishly ridden behind the young hooligan on his horse, and there was no way to successfully flee.
"Beau ain't here," she heard the familiar sound of the scoundrel Eldon Tremaine speaking to her from the darkness and a miserable chill made her entire body quake in fear.
Somehow in the seconds that followed, she was removed from the horse and set on her feet. A low campfire lapped the night, casting an evil look about the landscape of the woods.
"I thought since I was so close, Mrs. Crowe, that I'd enjoy my evening better taking my pleasure with a willing woman." Though she didn't see him immediately, Jarrett Cain's voice was clearly recognizable.
"You blackguard filth!" She stepped further into the smoky light and saw the figure of the ominous man looming in the shadows. His surly grin made her stomach wrench.
"Haven't heard a thing from your delinquent brother, have you? Well, it's time I was getting another payment."
"You know what I'm after."
"You dare come to me at a moment like this and... and..." she stammered but couldn't complete the sentence. Her brain would not cooperate; her frantic emotions had seen to that.
"A little pleasure is all I'll be wanting tonight. We'll save the really hard stuff for when I have you at my ranch."
"You can't mean that!"
"Oh, but Mrs. Crowe, I believe I made myself clear the other day. You'll give up the sweetness of your lovely body until Beau Noble finally gives himself up to me."
He moved a step forward and pulled her into him; then the two disappeared into the woods a few feet from the others who waited in agitated silence. The man's large body was warm and smelled of wood smoke--hardly as unpleasant as Hannah would have expected. In response to his firm and commanding hands, an unwanted heat rose up inside her that she dare not transmit to him.
But seeing the pleased look in his eyes, perhaps he felt her reply regardless of her attempts to squelch the feeling.
"Don't worry, ma'am, this won't take long." His lips formed a lecherous smile. "You know, I imagine that before we're through, I'll have you eating out of the palm of my hand. I'll have you squirming in you drawers for the hardness of my body and the crude pleasure you'll get from me."
"Never!" she spit out.
His hand was already underneath her skirt, as he forcefully pressed her body against the scratchy truck of a gnarled oak tree. With his probing fingers moving adroitly inside her bottom cleft, a powerful wave of sensation engulfed her loins. She gasped when a sudden spasm of fiery sensation shot through her lower belly.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked this, Mrs. Crowe."
"Don't fool yourself!" she barked back.
"But I feel you warming, ma'am." His hand was in the wet fissure deep between her legs, gathering the betraying juices and swathing higher where his erection planned to go. She jerked as his fingers thrust inside the tight hole and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The strangeness of the night and this strange place did terrible things to her body and brain. This couldn't be happening! And yet, it was.
"I don't care what you say, little lady," the big man purred in her ear, "you have a liking for whorish lovemaking. And since that's so, I'll make good use of what I have here."
The more he swathed that back portal, the more it seemed to respond and open to the offensive touch. She was mindful the entire time of keeping her movements, her moans, any sign of pleasure to a minimum. She thought of home, her Daniel. She forced images of the farm to appear in her head. After a time, she felt the man close in with his body pressed against her backside and the nakedness of his groin against the nakedness of her bared flesh. And then his rigid cock pressed against the tight opening. She gasped again, afraid that a sharp and frightening pain would follow. Cain persisted despite her mewling cry of anguish, and with a little more force, his erection slipped through the opening into the channel that he and his accomplices had used before. The back entrance was still sore from their previous encounter, but curiously welcoming of the fullness that caused every nerve in her body to brighten excitedly. She held in the telling whimpers, forcing her mind again and again to Daniel and away from the hateful enemy who plunged himself for pleasure inside her private spaces.
Cain was true to his word. He buggered her with several hard swift moves, while his hand wrapped her hair in a tight fist and his mouth kissed a trail of slobbery kisses down her neck. When he at last climaxed, his hips ground into her, knocking her torso hard against the tree trunk--she'd be surprised if the vigorous battering didn't split her.
Hannah remained silent as a church mouse throughout the ordeal--her arousal determinedly subdued. But she wasn't afraid. She had no illusions that this was actually paying off her brother's debt. She didn't even know what he owed the man. But now, because Jarrett had taken a fancy to her, she'd become a convenient place for him to vent his loathsome spite and contemptuous disregard for women. She'd be his whipping girl if she didn't find a way to stop him. Tell Daniel, and her husband would kill the man. Could she afford to risk that?
After several final grunts, the man mauled her ass and breasts as if he owned her flesh.
The shame, the terrible shame! She inwardly rebuked herself, while even then, her body acted as engaged in the event as it might some similar intimacy with Daniel. Her shame redoubled with every sexually heated breath she took.
As Jarrett pulled from her body and left her clinging to the tree, she vowed that she must keep this terrible secret. With all the power she had, Hannah squelched her indecent physical response. She must keep this wickedness her secret.
"I'll take you within a half mile of the farm," Cain announced as he re-buttoned his trousers. "What you tell Daniel Crowe is up to you."
So, cocky, so sure, so presumptuous. The spite raged through her, but she said nothing.
Jarrett Cain eyed her carefully. He, too, was betting on her silence. And for now, he could trust it. He could sense that the lovely Hannah Crowe was more than outraged, more than indignant and shamed and debauched by the crude sex. Oh, she'd never divulge her true feelings to him, but he could feel the passionate beat of her heart, and the hot fire bursting in her loins. And no matter how she tried to disguise her emotions, he could see the glimmer of sexual lust in her eyes.
Hannah returned his careful stare with smoldering eyes that in the intervening seconds gradually resumed their haughty luster.
"You will not get away with this!" she swore.
"No? 'Peers like I already have, my fine lady." He bowed a bit in mockery.
The man seemed to have no fear at all, and this fact dimmed her spirit.
"Please take me home," she demanded.
"Indeed," he sneered.
Hannah worried about what she would find when she returned to the farm. She sat behind Jarrett Cain on his horse, with her open groin pressed to his ass and her arms around him for support. Every bump and jolt in the road sent a shooting pain through her sore behind. The discomfort in riding was almost as difficult as the buggering had been, but she couldn't dwell on her own suffering. More important was the fact that she'd been missing from the farmhouse for over an hour's time. Had Daniel returned? Had he found Jolie? What possibly could she say to him? What excuse could she give him to explain her absence? Maybe she should tell him the awful truth?
The lanterns in the farmhouse were still burning when the pair on horseback approached the yard.
"I'll be getting down now," she whispered. He drew in the reigns and Hannah slid to the ground.
"I'll be needing you again, Mrs. Crowe," the man said. "Don't you forget that. In time, you'll come to look forward to our meetings. That I promise."
Hannah didn't look back as he made his vow; but trudged trying to shake off the terrible feelings of betrayal that inspired another bout of miserable guilt.
The farmhouse was eerily empty inside. She moved from room to room calling Daniel's and Jolie's names, hoping, and at the same time afraid to find them there. As she suspected when she first entered, they were not home yet ... and thus she was faced again with the same terrorizing fear for her sister that began her evening. What could have kept them so long?
Making a cup of tea to calm her jangled nerves, she sat in the rocking chair for several minutes, hoping to forget her last horrible hour. But again, the soreness in her bottom wouldn't go away and the memory of Jarrett Cain rose inside her, a wicked and lusty thing. Her loins quicken even now. In a fit of self-contempt, she bolted from the chair and poured hot water from the kettle on the stove into a basin. She tore away her clothes and scrubbed her bottom, her arms, her legs and thighs, everywhere the foul man had touched, as if she could somehow cleanse her tainted soul. Bur for all her efforts, it seemed impossible to remove that terrible stain and even more impossible the lurid memory from her hungering sex.