I opened the particular web page given in the mail id; typed the mail address and the password in the login box before hitting the login key. The scre...n flickered for a moment, and slowly the mailbox opened, welcoming Hothamburger.My guess was right; the mailbox was full with erotic mails. I could not find even a single subject that seemed related with anything other than sex. It was apparent that Rick was using the pseudonym of Hothamburger to receive erotic mails discretely. I went through. Then it all flooded back. "Oh god, please h h helppp meeee!" I was being raped by the machine. Too my left and right, the other girls were also being raped. At the moment the thing was moving in and out slowly, only a few inches. The pain was intense, I was sure that my insides were ripping. I looked down to see the lips of my vagina stretched tightly around the metal rod. It was different than when the man raped me. His penis was soft where as the machine's penis was longer and harder. But it. “May I sniff it?” Jenny asked.“You want to sniff my butt, Miss Jenny?” Honey seemed shocked that anyone would want to sniff her big old butthole. Especially, since we hadn’t showered and had rawhide leather tails with nothing but spit shoved up our sweaty asses for several hours.“Yes, is that okay?” she asked.“I think so, yes,” Honey looked at my mom for permission, and my mom nodded.Jenny breathed in as if she smelled freshly blossomed Begonias in the garden.“Would you fart?” Jenny asked. This. I figured that we could make about 15 miles a day with the mule, but we'd have ta stick ta the roads. That could get complicated, since there were not that many roads in Alabama in 1813.I knew that there wuz a road not far ta the west, since that's were I had killed the Redsticks t'other day. Lucky fer us, land wuz pretty flat and the woods were thin around here, so we were able ta drive ta the road without working Martha very hard. We turned north an' were on our way.We only made about five.