Broken Toys

by Jackson Lear

  “Your phone. Give it to me.”

  Zofia reached into her front pocket and pulled it out. She handed it over before James stuffed it into his jacket.

  “Sit down,” said James.

  Zofia did as she was told and sat in the long, damp grass. The moisture immediately soaked through her jeans.

  “You speak English?” James asked.

  Zofia nodded.

  “I don’t think you speak it that well. You’re from Poland.”

  Zofia opted not to answer.

  “You understand the words I’m saying?” James asked.

  Zofia again nodded.

  “If you scream, I will shoot you. You understand?”

  Zofia sniffed and felt herself start to tear up. She forced herself not to cry, to distance herself from the whole experience so she wouldn’t have to remember it. Still, she offered James a nod.

  “Say it,” said James.

  “I understand,” said Zofia.

  “Say what will happen if you scream.”

  “You will shoot me,” she mumbled.

  “Yes I will. In the head. It might not even kill you. You might make it long enough to get to the hospital, with your head split half open. The doctors might save you and you’ll be there, missing one eye and half of your face. But you’d be alive. And you know why? Because you screamed.” James knelt down, reached out with one hand and touched her face.

  Zofia flinched as the rush of tears battled against her refusal to show any fear.

  “You’re going to stay right there until I say so, you got it?”

  Zofia pulled her face almost in on itself as she fought off the torrent of misery that started to punch through. The day had started well enough, in bed with a toasted cheese sandwich.

  James stood back up, went to a small stone turtle to the side of the house and pulled out the key from underneath. He opened the kitchen door and waved Zofia inside.

  “I know this area better than you do. I know who lives in the houses beside us. They won’t ever risk themselves to help you. So remember, you scream and I will shoot you. Get inside and sit your arse down.”

  Zofia did as she was told. The house was completely empty and had been for years. In a former life it would have been cosy and ideal for a retired couple. The kitchen counter was granite and the tiles on the ground were amber to create some sense of warmth. The walls were all whitewash and uneven. James closed the door behind them and locked it. He checked his watch.

  “There’ll be a wait. In the mean time you’re gonna learn a few things. I have some boys. They’re only boys. They need to be men. They won’t be men until they’ve had a woman. You’re old enough. You’re not English so it’s not rape. You’re older than them so you’re going to be the pervert here. They’re going to be excited to meet you. But they’re kinda stupid, you know? They don’t know anything about women. They’ve never even smelled a woman’s cunt before so you’re going to show them. You understand?”

  Zofia’s eyes fell to the side as the words sunk in.

  “Like I said, they’re stupid, so you’re going to give them permission. You’re going to say, ‘Let me suck your dick,’ got it? And you’re going to say, ‘I’m going to fuck you now and turn you into a man.’ And you’re going to say, ‘I want you to come in me.’ Got it?”

  “Yes,” said Zofia. She pulled her arms in to try and ease the pain from James’ pinch.

  “I know you’re not English so you’ll have to say it a few times. Your accent is bad. You don’t speak English properly and you’re so stupid you’re no better than a damned monkey jerking itself off. So say it. Say, ‘Let me suck your dick.’”

  Zofia stiffened, glanced at the gun again and focussed on James’ knees. “Let me suck your dick.”

  “Say, ‘I want you to touch me.’”

  “I want you to touch me.”

  “Do you know what happens if you refuse?”

  Zofia nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “You will kill me.”

  “Yes I will. I will shoot you and I will shoot your pretty little tits. No one will find you for a very long time. So, I want you to say, ‘I give you permission ...’”

  Zofia grimaced. Every warning from her parents rattled through her mind, slipping her back into her native tongue. But that would give her abductor an excuse to shoot her and leave her mangled for the rest of her short life. His finger squeezed ever so slightly around the trigger. “I give you permission.”

  “‘To shoot me ...’”

  “To shoot me.”

  “‘If I refuse.’”

  “If I refuse.”

  James leaned back and smiled. “‘I give you permission to shoot me if I refuse.’”

  “I give you permission to shoot me if I refuse.”

  “Again.”

  “I give you permission to shoot me if I refuse.”

  “Good. Because this all depends on you. I can let you go whenever I want but I won’t if you’re a bitch. I want to like you. I want you to like my boys. I want you to suck their dicks and fuck them and to make them into real men. If you do that I will let you go. You know how to suck a dick, right?”

  Zofia held onto a thousand yard stare.

  “There’s nothing worse than a woman who can’t suck a dick right. You know how to? You’re a Polish whore, you’ve probably sucked a lot of dicks, haven’t you?”

  Zofia mumbled something in her own language. She looked up in fright as though she had just refused. James now had permission to shoot her.

  “What was that?” James asked, as he stepped in closer.

  “I don’t want to have sex with boys.”

  “Neither do I, but you’re the one with the cunt here, not me. So you’re the one doing it.”

  “Please let me go,” Zofia mumbled.

  “New rule. Say this: ‘If I beg to be let go, I give you permission to shoot me.’” James moved the gun closer to her face, towards her left eye.

  “If I beg to be let go, I give you permission to shoot me.”

  “Good. Your English is shit awful,” said James.

  43

  Daniel

  Daniel peddled as fast as he could, trying to get to James’ house and be gone before anything kept him. It had taken several days and considerable effort but he and Ian had managed to get footage of Ian’s aunties Amanda, Hannah, and Gemma all pissing away on the toilet. Some were of guys taking a whiz. One of them had taken a dump that Ian edited out.

  Daniel had hit the jackpot during the sleep over. Hannah and Gemma both tried on their bridesmaid’s outfits while in the upstairs bathroom with the full length mirror. No one saw Daniel’s phone hidden behind some towels, not even Ian’s mum, who took a late night shower. Daniel had jerked off three times a night while staring at her bush and titties. He also had four days’ worth of bathroom footage of his sister.

  He came to a stop when he found James standing next to an old rusted gate along Strachen Road.

  “I was just coming to see you,” said Daniel.

  James nodded from under his old man’s cap. “I know. Three o’clock.”

  “Right. I have some more movies.”

  “Nevermind. I want you to come inside.”

  Daniel looked over James’ shoulder at the empty cottage. “What about your house?”

  “I have a woman for you, okay? She’s going to have sex with you. I’ve told her all about you and she’s perfect. She’ll even suck your dick.”

  Daniel pulled his head back. The words James used seemed to make sense, yet the order they were used in just didn’t quite add up. “She ... what?”

  James forced a finger towards Daniel’s face, frightening the boy in an instant. “But you have to promise to keep this a secret, okay? It’s like the gun. You can’t tell anyone I let you borrow my gun and you can’t tell anyone I’ve found a woman for you to fuck. Come on.” James pushed his way past the rickety front gate of the abandoned garden.

  Daniel’s mi
nd spun in all directions but the one thing he was certain of was that James had never played tricks on him. “Huh? Is she gross?”

  “No. She’s pretty. You’ll enjoy her.” James led Daniel around the back of the house, unlocked the kitchen door and showed Daniel inside. They paused in the kitchen, giving James a chance to look down at Daniel as he measured the determination in the boy’s face to see if he was up to the job.

  “Have you ever touched a woman before?” James asked.

  Daniel blushed. “No.”

  “Then today is your lucky day. You’ll get to touch her everywhere. You ready?”

  The look in James’ eyes told Daniel that the only acceptable answer was ‘Yes’, so that’s exactly what Daniel said. Despite saying it he was well aware that his voice trembled and his knees had begun to shake. He was still half expecting this to be a prank. The empty house certainly didn’t help it feel any more real. Then again, girls like Christie Briggs at school would flash her bare arse behind the prefect’s bathroom, so it was entirely possible that someone like that was waiting for Daniel in one of the rooms.

  James led the boy into the barren lounge to see Zofia. She stood in the middle of the room, still refusing to cry. The look on her face, that this was all real with no escape, made both Daniel and Zofia shake as though they had been dunked with ice water. James was the only one in the whole room with a steady pulse.

  “This is the woman who’s going to make you a man,” said James. “All those things you wanted to do, looking at those mags and jerking off into your sister’s knickers, you’ll get to do to her.”

  Zofia shivered in the cold room.

  “She’s going to fuck your brains out. Don’t let me down. If you want to smack her a little, you can. Women like that. If you want to shout at her, you can. They like that too. Ask her to do something.”

  Daniel went wide-eyed and looked back to James for confirmation.

  “Go on,” James said, nudging the boy forward. “Ask her to do something.”

  Daniel’s mind ran blank. “Like what?”

  “Anything. What do you want her to do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Yes you do. You’re just too chicken shit to say it. I’ll give you this one clue. The rest is all up to you. Tell her to take her top off.”

  Daniel glanced over to Zofia. The moment their eyes locked he glanced away and focussed on the side of the room. There was a jitter in his knees that didn’t go away. Now it rattled beyond control. Even his breath started to shake and he couldn’t figure out why. Zofia stared into the distance, willing herself not to cry. Daniel was pretty sure that wasn’t normal. In fact, he was down right positive that she hated being there. Maybe James had a gun in his pocket. Maybe that kept her from walking away.

  “Say it!” shouted James.

  “I – I want you to take your top off?” said Daniel, now debating between wanting this to be real or not.

  Zofia’s eyes fell to a point behind James and Daniel. She peeled her jumper off over her head. She slid her arms free and held it in her hands, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath.

  “Again,” said James. “Don’t worry, this is normal. She’ll fuck your brains out, I promise.”

  “Take your t-shirt off?” Daniel’s voice rattled while his chest reverberated like a bass speaker at full blast.

  Zofia kept her jumper in one hand and used her free fingers to pull up her t-shirt, revealing a white bra covering her freckled chest.

  James nudged Daniel in the back. “Keep going.”

  The panic was familiar to Daniel. It was the same feeling he had as he went through Ms Baxter’s underwear drawer. It was the same feeling as when he set the cameras in the bathroom as though he would be caught at any moment. Then there was the other feeling of panic, of jerking off to the movies of people he knew. That one was of sheer exhilaration. “Put your clothes on the ground.”

  Zofia released her grip. Her jumper and t-shirt fell to the floor.

  “Tell her to keep going,” said James.

  “Keep taking off your clothes,” said Daniel.

  Zofia shifted her balance and kicked off her shoes. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. She pried them off and dropped her slim fit knock-offs on top of her jumper.

  James nudged Daniel in the back again.

  “Keep going,” said Daniel.

  “Call her a bitch,” said James.

  “Bitch,” mumbled Daniel.

  “It’s okay, women like that,” said James. “You have to show them you’re in control. Call her a cunt. And a whore. And that you’re going to fuck her brains out.”

  Daniel narrowed his eyes and felt the tingling in his knees rattle him even more. “Take your clothes off bitch.”

  “Good,” said James. “Don’t be afraid of taking control.”

  Zofia pulled off each sock, glanced over Daniel’s face for a moment as she considered telling him that he was about to rape her, then she caught sight of James’ glare. He still had the gun on him. If she resisted then the last thing she would see was the surprised look on that kid’s face as James pulled the trigger on the both of them. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, dropped it to the ground, and slipped her underwear to her ankles.

  Daniel was surprised to see a tattoo just along Zofia’s bikini line of two intersecting circles both with an inverted cross underneath. He recognised seeing that symbol on women’s bathrooms. He was also surprised to see her dark, bushy pubic hair. He felt an erection hit him immediately. After a paralysed stare at her crotch he caught Zofia glaring at him with venom in her eyes.

  James looked back at Zofia. “You. Bitch. Tell him you like it. Tell him you want more.”

  Zofia spat the words out at Daniel. “You. Boy. I like it. I want more.”

  James pulled the gun out of his pocket, kept it out of sight from Daniel, but let Zofia know that he was serious.

  Zofia dropped the spite and tried again. “Tell me what to do.”

  James put the gun back into his pocket and nudged Daniel again. “You want your dick sucked, don’t you?”

  “I guess.”

  “So tell her what you want and she’ll do it. But she’s only going to do it if you tell her, or else you’re not going to be a man.”

  Daniel met Zofia in the eye and felt the words slip out of his mouth. “I want you to suck my dick and fuck my brains out.”

  “Good,” said James. “You have to fuck the gay out of them. It’s for their own good.”

  A shudder ran through Zofia’s body and her stomach tightened. She closed her eyes and sounded off some words of encouragement, anything that would see her through the rest of the day. As she stepped forward James pulled back to keep himself out of reach. Zofia knelt in front of Daniel and prayed the kid wouldn’t last long. She unbuttoned his jeans and jerked them and his Y-fronts down to his knees.

  The blast of cold air against him was a surprise, though not quite as much as having a girl staring at his penis. He didn’t want to look over at James, nor did he want to look into Zofia’s reluctant face. So he stared at the wall in front of him. Then he felt a warmth over his crotch as Zofia breathed on him. She took him into her mouth.

  It was a peculiar sensation. Not quite as incredible as what he had been led to believe would happen in all the pornos he had seen online. Despite being warm there didn’t seem to be much happening. Still, his heart thumped so loudly in his chest that he was sure the girl in front of him could hear it. His knees wouldn’t stop shaking either and he felt his head go all light and dizzy with the realisation that he was finally getting a blowjob from a naked woman. He staggered back and felt the cold air along his crotch once more.

  “Did you come?” James asked.

  “I don’t think so,” Daniel said, hoping he understood what James was referring to.

  Zofia looked up at James, pleading with him to call it off. He flashed the gun at her.

  Zofia looked back t
o Daniel and shied away from his groin. “Lie down,” she mumbled.

  Daniel did as he was told and soon the naked woman had climbed on top of him. After several moments of fiddling she took him between her legs and grinded herself against him in the hope that the boy didn’t realise that he wasn’t actually inside her. She covered herself against James by lying on top of the kid. His breathing quickened.

  James blocked the only doorway out of the room. If he kept his hand in his pocket then Zofia might have a chance of barrelling into him before he could pull the gun out. She would have to run out to the garden naked. She might get to the gate but if she couldn’t open that fast enough then James would start shooting. The walls were too high to climb. She could try the front door but there was no guarantee that it would open by simply turning the handle. Even if all the luck in the world was on her side she would still have to run as fast as she could, bare foot and naked, until someone drove by. James had a limp. He couldn’t run but he certainly had six bullets to hit her with.

  She felt the boy’s legs spasm against her thighs. Daniel’s breathing snapped into short bursts of surprise and relief. Zofia lay flat on top of Daniel and sobbed. Her hair fell into Daniel’s face. He hacked and pushed it away.

  “Get up,” said James. “Go get your friends, bring them back here, show them what to do.”

  “Please,” whispered Zofia.

  Daniel struggled under her weight and wasn’t able to push her off.

  “You. Get off him,” said James.

  Zofia rolled away, allowing Daniel to zip himself up and get to his feet.

  “You’re almost a man now,” said James. “You’ve let a woman fuck you. Next time, you need to do the fucking, got it?”

  “Got it,” said Daniel, beaming with euphoria.

  “Get your friends, come straight back.” James pointed towards Zofia, expecting Daniel to say something to her. He was not disappointed.

  “I’m coming back,” said Daniel. “And I’m going to fuck your brains out.” Daniel ran to get Ian and Warrick.

  When everything was quiet and Zofia had stopped whimpering, James knelt next to her. “I know what you did. I know you didn’t fuck him properly.” James slammed his hand across Zofia’s face. “You’re going to give them permission to fuck you. You’re going to pretend to like it. If you fuck them right you can go home today. If you don’t fuck them right you’re going to stay here until you learn how to fuck three boys.”