(V)
Shortly after Mr. Cochon phoned the Medical Center, the future arrived in
the form of two young black men wearing identical long leather jackets and
identical expressions of insolence and ennui.
"We here for the bitch," said the taller of the two.
"And to deliver a package to me," said Mr. Cochon.
"Right," said the tall one. He handed Mr. Cochon a bulging leather pouch.
"Thank you," said Mr. Cochon. "Now you understand that the young woman must
be delivered alive. Alive and in good shape."
"Yeah, man, we understand. Where is she?"
Mr. Cochon ushered them into the living room. The two young men looked at SG
silently for a moment, then the shorter one said, "This is gonna be one fine
fucking assignment."
Mr. Cochon was annoyed. "It is not a 'fucking' assignment, it is a simple
matter of delivering merchandise. No rough stuff. She is to arrive safe and
intact at the Medical Center, or you will pay - not to me but to your
employers, and you know what kind of people they are."
He didn't need to elaborate.
They wrapped her in a bed sheet, an oversized sheet from Mr. Cochon's
oversized bed, and the black men left without a word.
Mr. Cochon opened the leather pouch. He didn't count the money. There was a
lot there, and he trusted the Medical Center. They had done business before.
*****
The black men dumped SG into the trunk of a '79 Pontiac that looked half a
block long.
The tall one got into the driver's seat, turned to his accomplice and showed
just the shadow of a smile. "We do a little detour," he said.
"Absolutely, man," said the short one, "a detour to Fuckland."
And so they drove west on Third Street, instead of south on Begala, and in
five minutes they were in neighborhood even more rundown than the one Mr.
Cochon lived in - rundown and sparsely populated.
They pulled into the side yard of a house with boarded windows and a sagging
front porch. The back door had been boarded, too, but the wood had been torn
away. The short man carried SG over his shoulder, stepping over what was
left of the doorframe. Inside, it was dark and smelled bad.
They let their eyes adjust to the dark. Just enough light came through slits
in the boarded widows to enable them to see the broken glass and
unidentifiable trash on the floor - and, sagging against one wall, a
mattress that looked like it might harbor more urban wildlife than an entire
block of abandoned tenements.
The tall one flipped the mattress onto the floor, and his companion dropped
SG onto it. She cried out softly and lifted one hand, then let it drop.
"She's comin' to," said Shorty.
"That just makes it better. I like it when they're awake, and scared."
SG was indeed awakening. She opened her eyes and saw two shadowy figures in
the gloom. She had no idea, of course, where she was or who these figures
were, but she suspected she was once again in trouble.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Yo pussy, yo mouth and yo sweet white ass," answered the taller of the men.
Then he reached down, slipped two fingers inside the leather collar around
her neck and pulled her to her feet.
"We can start with yo mouth," he said.
He slapped her hard across the face.
"Kneel, bitch," he said. She knelt, and he unzipped his fly and pulled out a
large uncircumcised dick. "Suck it. Suck it like you've never tasted
anything better in yo whole fucking life."
Tentatively, she took his dick in her hands and stroked it.
"I said suck, bitch."
She took the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked softly. Then she
took in more, stroking the head with her tongue, while her lips massaged his
shaft.
He came quickly, more quickly than he had wanted. He angrily pulled out his
prick, then smashed his knee into her jaw.
"Bitch, you too goddam good."
Now it was Shorty's turn. He spread her legs, licked her cunt to lubricate
it, then plunged his dick into her.
"Wiggle, slut. Move or I'll cut yo tits off."
SG tried to move, but the blow to her jaw had left her dazed and weak. It
didn't make any difference. Shorty, like the tall one, shot off a wad of cum
in less than half a minute.
He withdrew and, kneeling between her spread legs, reached into his pocket
and pulled out a shiny black object. There was a click, and a blade
appeared.
The tall one slapped it out of his hand.
"You fuckin' crazy. You cut her and we gonna end up on one of those slabs at
the Center, with no kidneys, no livers, no eyeballs and probably no dicks.
Think, you stupid mutha-fucker."
So Shorty thought.
"Okay, we don't cut her. We don't leave no scars. But they ain't interested
in her asshole, right? We can do what we want with that, so long as it ain't
cut or bleeding?"
"What you got in mind?"
"Is the water still on here?" asked Shorty.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Shorty stepped through the doorway, looked around, then disappeared. He was
back in a few seconds with a garden hose.
"Stick this in her asshole, and I'll go out and turn on the faucet."
"Man, you are bad," said the tall one, with newfound admiration for his
companion.
He stuck the corroded metal nozzle into SG's rectum. She cried out in pain.
Seconds later, the hose vibrated as it filled with water, then it did a sort
of hiccup and SG began writhing on the mattress. The nozzle slipped out, and
water spurted over her back and head. But the tall one jammed it back in,
and Shorty arrived and held her down to prevent her from escaping.
"Push it in more, push it in more," Shorty cried. "Push it up to her fucking
tonsils."
The tall one laughed and shoved it in further. He pushed a foot and a half
of hose into her, and her efforts to wriggle free were weakening.
Shorty lifted her head from the mattress, looked into her pain-filled eyes
and said, "See, honey, I knew you could move if you really wanted to."
*****
They wrapped her back up in the sheet and took her out to the car. The tall
one had worried that the hosing would act like an enema and she'd be covered
with shit, but the water that came out of her ass was clear. Guess she
hadn't eaten in a while - except for his cum.
They put her in the trunk. Before the tall one closed it, she asked, "Where
are you taking me?"
"Where you can serve yo fellowman and fellow-woman. You gonna be a blessing
to a whole bunch of folks, and you gonna travel all over the country."
He laughed. "I just hope they save a part for me, honey."
