Seven Sisters...Darlene

By Nellie Cake

Trucker's lives, dicks and balls all over America were in danger. There was a gorgeous blonde naked hitch-hiker Darlene traveling on the highways. She had assumed the personality of a Funnel Web spider over the years.

She grew up with two older brothers and an her uncles beating and raping her and her six sisters. There were two older sisters and four that were younger than Darlene. So she started her life already pissed off at men, but especially truckers. Her oldest brother was a trucker and he raped her a lot and she was beaten and raped by a few truckers in their old neighborhood, in the trucker's huge beds in the back of their expensive trucks when she was nine.

There were five younger brothers, but they were good to her and always tried to protect her, but they weren't around when any of it was happening.

Their dad was a Pentecost Oneness Evangelist, a Charlatan and constantly beat all the kids. He sent his own kids off anywhere he could as soon as he could. He would put them in halfway houses, prison, jail or just run them off.

Darlene left home after her uncle Roy on her mom's side, who was also a trucker, beat and raped her. One day her uncle Roy promised her a ride to go see grandma in his big truck, but she didn't want to ride with him. He forced her get into his truck and pushed her into the back where there was a huge bed. She doesn't remember the details about the sex because it's too traumatic.

When Darlene got a few years older she went into hiding for a couple months. Taking only a few books and a computer to study taxidermy. She had a lot of plans that would utilize this knowledge in a big way. After that she never saw her brothers or her six sisters Laura, Evelyn, Carolyn, Harley, Valerie, and Carrieann ever again. Darlene always thought, "Maybe when we're older we could chase each other down."

She always imagined different scenarios of how she wanted to kill her two older brothers, but never followed through.

After she left home she enjoyed riding with truckers because they always have coffee, speeders and usually travel a long way. They also park in remote, quiet places.

She bought a razor sharp, bad-ass Sawzall and a leather back-pack and started carrying it everywhere she went. Sometimes she would stay naked while she had her thumb out, this insured a trucker would stop for her. She never accepted rides unless it was a trucker for many reasons. The main reason was that she loved cutting their dick and balls off in their nice, beautiful, expensive semi beds because it was like wrapping their sorry asses in a funnel web. In a closed space, in their own blanket before she exited the truck.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nellie Cake
• Release date: Mar 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005550660

Nellie Cake

Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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Seven Sisters...Darlene

Trucker's lives, dicks and balls all over America were in danger. There was a gorgeous blonde naked hitch-hiker Darlene traveling on the highways. She had assumed the personality of a Funnel Web spider over the years.

She grew up with two older brothers and an her uncles beating and raping her and her six sisters. There were two older sisters and four that were younger than Darlene. So she started her life already pissed off at men, but especially truckers. Her oldest brother was a trucker and he raped her a lot and she was beaten and raped by a few truckers in their old neighborhood, in the trucker's huge beds in the back of their expensive trucks when she was nine.

There were five younger brothers, but they were good to her and always tried to protect her, but they weren't around when any of it was happening.

Their dad was a Pentecost Oneness Evangelist, a Charlatan and constantly beat all the kids. He sent his own kids off anywhere he could as soon as he could. He would put them in halfway houses, prison, jail or just run them off.

Darlene left home after her uncle Roy on her mom's side, who was also a trucker, beat and raped her. One day her uncle Roy promised her a ride to go see grandma in his big truck, but she didn't want to ride with him. He forced her get into his truck and pushed her into the back where there was a huge bed. She doesn't remember the details about the sex because it's too traumatic.

When Darlene got a few years older she went into hiding for a couple months. Taking only a few books and a computer to study taxidermy. She had a lot of plans that would utilize this knowledge in a big way. After that she never saw her brothers or her six sisters Laura, Evelyn, Carolyn, Harley, Valerie, and Carrieann ever again. Darlene always thought, Maybe when we're older we could chase each other down.

She always imagined different scenarios of how she wanted to kill her two older brothers, but never followed through.

After she left home she enjoyed riding with truckers because they always have coffee, speeders and usually travel a long way. They also park in remote, quiet places.

She bought a razor sharp, bad-ass Sawzall and a leather back-pack and started carrying it everywhere she went. Sometimes she would stay naked while she had her thumb out, this insured a