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locked her back up before he
abused her. She thanked him for it.
    Two days later she asked if she could cook
for him. He refused the offer but the seed had been planted. It was
a week before he let her shower again but this time he allowed her
to go into the kitchen and prepare some food but not before
chaining her to the handle of the gas oven.
    She cooked him rice with gravy and sausages
and while he was eating, she made a show of touching herself. He
told her to stop but she claimed that the combination of the shower
and standing there, naked and chained while her master ate, had
made her sex drip.
    After he was done eating he told her to get
on her knees and he stood in front of her and dropped his pants. It
was the best chance she had been afforded to date. She reached down
to the end of the chain and actually opened the oven door to allow
her to take his pants off. She was cooing and telling him how much
she loved to do this for him when she brought both hands up with
the shackles on her wrists and smashed him in the scrotum.
    Cooter buckled forward as his captive
slammed her steel restraints into his testicles. It might have been
enough to temporarily incapacitate him, but Marcia was in no mood
to go with half measures. She stood and grabbed the circular grate
from one of the stovetop burners and proceeded to smash his head
in. She did not hit him once, nor a dozen times, she continued
screaming and pounding him until she had no more breath to scream.
When she finished she was on her knees, covered in his blood,
gasping for breath. She had pounded his head into a pulpy jelly,
punctured both his eyeballs and smashed out all his teeth. The calm
she had displayed while acting the part of Cooter’s slave had
disappeared; now she was frantic and shaking like a leaf.
    The keys to her restraints were in the
pocket of his pants as were the keys to his automobile. She was
unchained, but still stark naked, and covered in her former
master’s death fluids but she could not bring herself to wear any
of his clothes. The game was over and the last strands of her
tortured nerves snapped. She did not know where she was but that
was the least of her concerns. Tearing out of the house she jumped
into the driver’s seat. The automobile started without a problem
and she tore away from the farmhouse in a cloud of dust and spray
of gravel.
    The state of her mind was such that she did
not trust any of the neighbors; she had not met them and did not
know who they were. As far as she knew they were in collaboration
with the man she had just beaten to death. Once she saw the sign
for Hume Highway she knew more closely where she was. Hume Highway
passes Goulburn on the south, but the exit to Sloan Street takes
you right into town. Quite a few truck drivers noted that there was
a mad bloody woman, driving into town at top speed, and stark
naked. The first petrol station she saw was a Kangaroo Fuel and she
screamed to a stop in the parking lot.
    The teenage boy who was running the Kangaroo
Fuel station would remember that January 16 for the rest of his
life. The reporters and the police were all there, asking questions
and taking pictures. They all wanted to know about the naked crazy
woman who had charged into station screaming that she needed help
and then collapsing on the floor. He told them all he knew,
concentrating on her obvious distress and her physical condition.
She was emaciated and covered with bruises, most of them old. She
had a black eye but most of the visible damage was eclipsed by the
fact that she was covered with drying blood.
    The ambulance arrived simultaneously with
the police. By the time they got there, the mysterious woman was
wrapped in a blanket that had been in the back room. The medical
technicians had tried to find the source of the blood but it was
quickly obvious that it was not hers. They hustled her into the
ambulance and headed for the Goulburn Community Medical Center.
    The constables had nothing to say to