by R. M. Smith
It didn’t anger her, though. She giggled as she wiped it off.
To my surprise, the next day she came in earlier than I expected. She pulled a chair into the room from the outside room. She put the chair right in front of my cell. “Show me what you can do,” she said to me as she sat down.
She watched me jerk off and giggled again when the cum splattered on the floor.
This turned her on.
She started coming into the room earlier and earlier before each meal. Each time she would say “Show me what you can do” as she watched me jerk off. She never got tired of it. It went on for weeks. I was starting to get tired of doing it though, but it was something she liked. It was getting to her. I hoped this was a way that I could earn her trust.
One day while she watched me, she snuck her hand down the front of her pants. She masturbated as she watched me. By the end of the week she was taking off all of her clothes and masturbating with me.
This was Mel’s room. This was her responsibility in Johnny’s group. She brought food to me morning, noon and night. No one followed her. No one checked up on her. She could do whatever she wanted in the room – or do whatever she wanted to do to me- as long as I was fed and kept alive. No one was allowed to talk to me; and even if they did ask me something, Mel could deny anything I would say. She could tell Johnny that I was just making up stories. Johnny would always believe her story over mine. If she wanted to masturbate nude in the room or fuck me or beat me – or whatever she wanted – then it was her right. This was her duty.
Sitting there naked, she scooted the chair closer to me so we could watch each other masturbate. Her legs would be spread wide. She moaned loudly as she came.
She scooted very close to me! We were almost able to touch.
I reached my hand out for her as she came. She reached for me. Our middle fingers barely brushed one another through the bars but the connection had been made! We both laughed together when we came. This was Mel’s little childish fucked up playtime game.
The next day, I started to rub myself in anticipation of Mel’s arrival. My body was getting used to this strange behavior. My cock was hard long before Mel was supposed to even come in with the food.
The time got closer for her to arrive. I went and stood by the bars.
A different girl came in.
Quickly, I jumped back onto my bed and covered with my blanket.
It was a fat Mexican girl with a heavy accent. She had a large gap between her two front teeth. She said “Mel told me to come in here. She wants me to bathe you.”
I didn’t say anything.
“You need to stand by the bars. Put your hands through the bars.”
I didn’t move.
She waited for a few minutes for me to do what she told me. Since I wasn’t cooperating, she left.
For disobeying the girl, I didn’t get any food that day. Mel didn’t show up, either. It was my punishment.
The next day, the Mexican girl came back in. She told me exactly the same thing. She was supposed to bathe me. I was supposed to put my hands through the bars so she could handcuff me there. Again, I didn’t say anything or move.
She left and again, I wasn’t fed.
On the third day, the girl was accompanied by two of Johnny’s men. They came into my jail cell, grabbed me off the bed, roughly pushed me to the bars of the cell, took my hands and shoved them through the bars. The girl handcuffed me when my hands were through. When I was bound, the men left. The girl came into my cell. She took my blanket off my bed, went out into the adjacent room and came back in with a large bucket of water. She sponge bathed me.
I fought her the whole time but she was persistent. She didn’t say anything as she scrubbed me. She also cut my hair, trimmed my beard, and tried to brush my teeth but I wouldn’t open my mouth for her.
When she was done, she took my dirty blanket and nasty bath water into the other room. She came back with a tray of food. She fed me through the bars. When she was done, she locked the jail door as she left my cell. With me safe inside the cell, she unlocked my handcuffs.
I reached for her but missed. She looked at me like I was a fool for even trying to grab her. She gave me a look that truly confused me. For a second, I thought she wanted to either tell me something or help me escape.
“What?” I asked her. “Tell me.”
She blinked, acted like she wanted to say something, but didn’t.
“What do you want to tell me you fat fuck?”
This angered her. She left the room.
What the hell did she want to tell me?
Minutes later, Mel came in. She was carrying a larger plaid picnic blanket. She locked the door behind her as she came in.
“I’m glad to see you’re all clean now,” she said as she slowly slid out of her clothes. “Now, let’s dirty you up again.” She took off her cowboy hat and set it on the same chair she usually sat in. “I know you want this as bad as I do,” she continued, her voice low, trying to be sexy. “We’ve been fucking each other for a long time now – but, not quite the right way.”
“It’s been too long,” I said, whispering, lying. “I need to be in you.”
“I need you in me.” she said, a larger smile, showing stubs of rotten teeth. “So be a good boy and don’t do anything stupid,” she said giggling. “I got my blade right there…so don’t make me cut anything off.”
“I promise, I won’t.” My breath was fast; not because I wanted her, but because my escape was only moments away. I felt it.
She unlocked the gate. She walked into my cell, her small tits bouncing, a crooked smile on her face. She dropped the large blanket on the floor.
I walked over to her. My cock was throbbing but I was not turned on. She went down to her knees in front of me on the blanket. She took my cock into her mouth. I could feel her broken teeth scraping on my skin as she sucked me.
I gently pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs wide. She was gently fingering her clit as I knelt down to mount her.
I almost had the tip of my cock in her. Instead I brought my head down hard. I smashed her nose in with my forehead. I brought my head down again, into her chin, breaking more of her teeth. Again, breaking her nose in more places, breaking her jaw. I grabbed her head, and twisted it hard. I heard the snap as her neck broke.
I got up, absentmindedly wiping the blood from her face off my forehead. I rummaged through her clothes on the floor. In the bundle I found her keys and her switchblade. Quickly I unlocked the jail door. Out here there were more cells. One of the cells had a dead mummified body in it.
Being as silent as I could, I slipped out the jail door.
On second thought, I turned back around and quickly went back into my cell. Mel laid there, blood pooling around her broken face. I took the switchblade, opened it, and jabbed the blade deep into both of her eye sockets. Thuck! Thock!
Then I headed outside.
There wasn’t a soul around.
There were other buildings lining the street: A Sears, A small Mexican café, a shoe store, a movie theatre. It looked like I was still in Concordia but I really didn’t know for sure where I was. I ran around the corner of the red brick building I came out of and headed across the street to a neighborhood full of empty houses.
I needed to hide.
They would be looking for me. As soon as someone noticed Mel missing or found her dead, I would be hunted like an animal.
The first house was locked. It was a two story home with a large front porch. The house was covered in peeling white paint. I bashed the door open with my shoulder. Inside, it was so dark. Like an idiot, I fumbled around for a light switch. Cursing, I stumbled around in the darkened house. There were no bedrooms on the bottom floor, just a large family room full of bulky furniture, a den, a long kitchen, laundry room and a storage room. Going up a flight of stairs, I found several bedrooms. I shoveled through some dresser drawers and a closet in the first bedroom looking for some clothes but they
were child size. Another bedroom led me to some clothes that hung loose on me. I hadn’t realized how much weight I had lost. I was skin and bones. The clothes were big. At least I had some clothing on. The roughness of the material felt weird against my skin.
I sat on the bed for a while, trying to get a plan together in my head.
After my eyes got a chance to adjust to the darkness, I went back downstairs. In the kitchen I rummaged through some drawers. In one I found a large flashlight. It still worked. Using it, I looked through the rest of the drawers. I didn’t find any weapons other than kitchen knives.
In the laundry room I found some different clothes that fit better. There were also several pairs of shoes and socks. One of the pairs fit well enough.
I went back upstairs. Pulling all of the blankets off the bed in the master bedroom, I shoved them under the bed then slid under, too. This would be my hiding place for now. I would only go out to eat or use the restroom.
I needed to get my plan straight in my head before I went out to find Mindy.
Sometime later I heard a quiet voice outside the house.
“Dan?” the voice said far away. “Dan, it’s me, Mindy.”
Quietly again, closer:
“Dan Kingsley? Are you out there?”
The voice trailed off, moving away.
It came back later, fading in as it got closer. Then it was right outside the house I was in. It was loud, echoing on a bullhorn. In my mind it sounded like Mindy.
“Dan? Are you in that house? The front door is open. Did you bash it open?”
That was Johnny’s voice.
“I’m here, Dan” the voice that sounded like Mindy’s said. “Come out.”
That’s not Mindy’s voice, I thought. It’s not quite right…or is it? I haven’t heard her for so long.
“I’ll give you ten seconds to come out of that house, Dan!” It was Johnny again. “Ten…nine…eight…”
I didn’t move. If I even dared a peek out the window, they would see me.
“Six…five…four…”
Is it really Mindy??
“Three…two…one…”
BLAM!
A quick shriek followed by silence.
Did he shoot Mindy?
Then footsteps. A lot of them. Thudding through the house. Scampering around, looking for me. Voices. “He ain’t here” and “Check in there” and “Look under there.” Doors were slamming open and closed. Feet were shuffling right beside the bed. Suddenly hands were on my feet. I was pulled out from under the bed.
“Found him!” a guy shouted.
I was grabbed roughly and hauled down the steps. Someone handcuffed me as they shoved me outside.
There was a pickup truck. Johnny stood on the passenger side, a pistol in his hand. Smoke was rising from the barrel. Two other men were standing on either side of him. Both of them had shotguns. Dry leaves were falling from the dead trees.
Lying on the ground in front of the truck, blood pooling around her head, was Net.
“Welcome back,” Johnny said, a huge grin on his face, his one yellowed cock-eyed tooth gleaming for a second. He chewed his gum.
I was knocked out cold.
I came to back in my jail cell. Again I was naked.
Johnny sat outside the cell on the same chair that Mel used to sit on while she watched me. His big grin was gone. He wasn’t chewing his gum. The same two guys with shotguns were on either side of him.
“Good morning,” Johnny said to me still without a smile.
I didn’t answer him but he knew I was awake.
“You’ve caused me some trouble,” he said. “I don’t tolerate trouble-makers.”
I sat up in the bed. My head swam for a second but then it passed.
He sighed heavily. The other two men looked down at him awaiting an order. He said “I’ve got good news and bad news for ya, Dan…well, I guess it’s all bad news. Sorry about that, buddy.”
I still didn’t answer him.
He said “Get him, boys.”
The two men came into the cell. They roughly grabbed me and shoved me face first into the cell bars. One held me while the other slid belts around me. They buckled me to the cell bars. The belts were tight, I could barely move.
After I was tied, the two men left the jail.
It was just me and Johnny.
He came face to face with me at the cell bars. He was just a little taller than me. His breath smelled like spoiled strawberry chewing gum. He said “You know, I guess all I have for you is bad news, my friend. There’s three things. One: Your girlfriend, Mindy? She’s been dead in the jail cell over there for about six weeks. Her body looks like a mummy. Did you notice her?”
I didn’t mutter a word. I tried not to show a bit of emotion, but inside, my heart felt like it had just been sliced in two.
“Next bit of info:” he said as he slid a stick of gum into his mouth. “Mel was carrying my baby. You know, Mel, the one you’ve been jacking off to. You not only killed her, but you killed a part of me. Johnny doesn’t like that.”
He reached down; grabbed one of the belts looped around me, and tightened it.
“And Net,” he said, slowly taking out a switchblade, moving it around so that the light from overhead gleamed on it for a second, “Net’s the one who told me all about you and Mel. Mel and her, shall we say, we’re very close friends. Mel told her how much you turned her on. Mel told Net that she wanted to fuck you and not me anymore.” He laughed a huff. “Net knew all about you twos hi-jinx. Net arranged your little cutesy sponge bath for Mel. It was Mel’s birthday and Net wanted to give her an extra special present. How sweet of her.”
I tried to budge away from the bars, but I couldn’t.
“I was gonna beat her,” he said, his breath now smelling of fresh strawberries. “I was gonna beat her like a fucking red headed step child. Like I done so many times before when she cheated on my ass with other fuckers - like you - who come onto my land and try to take over my shit. But when I came in here – when I seen her smashed face…when I seen her dead there with a fucking broken neck…with her goddamn eyes gouged out…I knew it hadda been you.”
Johnny grabbed my cock.
“The last bit of bad news…”
He sliced my penis off at the balls. The pain was scissor like, shearing, splintering heat. I tried to back away from it, but couldn’t. Blood sprayed out of me.
He let my cut-off penis drop to the floor. He looked at it and huffed another laugh. “Nobody does shit like this to me, motherfucker.” He brought the blade up even with my eyeball. “And I’m not gonna let anyone come in here after you’re dead. You can come back as a fuckin zombie and hang on those bars forever, bitch. I’m not gonna kill you after you turn you scum fuck.” He closed the switchblade, turned, locked the cell door, and left the room.
I was tied to the bars. I would bleed to death in minutes.
I passed out.
I was moved.
Hours…minutes…seconds later I have no idea. I was in a comatose state. Someone untied me from the bars. I was laid down on my bed. My vision was dark and hazy.
I saw two shadowy figures. I couldn’t make out either one of them, but one of them was larger than the other. A woman? I didn’t know.
I passed out again.
I woke up in a hospital room.
The room was dim. Next to me on my left was a small table with a vase full of fake flowers. There was a pitcher of water on the table, too.
I turned to my right.
Mindy was sitting on a chair, looking at me, her eyes sad but also relieved. She wasn’t smiling. Next to her on another chair was the heavy-set Mexican girl who had given me the sponge bath. She was smiling, though, showing a wide gap between her teeth.
“Hi Dan,” Mindy whispered. “I missed you.”
Was I dead? Was I in heaven with Mindy? It felt so surreal. I was heavily drugged. “Mindy...is it really you?” I managed to ask.
She nodded.
The next time I woke up, I was propped up in the bed. Mindy was again on my right. This time she had a smile on her face.
Her smile was like a bright morning with golden sunshine.
My mouth was dry but I managed to ask “Are you real?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I was told you were dead.”
“No, Dan” she said, leaning toward me. “I’m alive. I’m not dead.”
I smiled. “It’s so good to see you, Mindy.”
“You, too.” She put her hand on mine. It was warm.
The door to the hospital room opened. The large Mexican girl was back. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform. She sat down next to Mindy. Mindy said “Dan, this is Rosita. She saved both of our lives.”
“Thank you,” I said to her.
She nodded. “You’re welcome.”
“We’ll tell you what happened when you’re feeling better,” Mindy said. “Right now, you need your rest.”
Closing my eyes I went back to sleep.
They told me everything.
They told me about the army coming down in helicopters. They were searching the whole area for Mindy and I. Even after an exhaustive search, the army refused to leave. They stationed watches around the town. They blocked off every entrance into Concordia.
But Mindy and I never showed up. We were locked away. I was in a jail cell. Mindy was locked in a tornado shelter.
When the army tried to get into the jails, Johnny told them that the only people inside the jails were dead people. He told them the cells were full of rot and disease. Even so, the army checked out a few of the cells, but all they found were corpses.
Rosita hid Mindy in a school’s tornado shelter. It was a small underground building out the back door of the school where Mindy and some other women were held captive by Johnny’s men. When Rosita heard that the army was coming to search through the school, she unlocked the door and told Mindy to hide in the shelter. Rosita had no idea why the soldiers were looking for us, but she hid Mindy to protect her.
