Autonomy: a novel

by A. R. Braun

  Scowling, Mack towered over her. “Fuckin’ worthless cunt! You stabbed my girlfriend in the eye!” Mack spit on her over and over. Scout turned her head to the right and spit landed on her cheek, turned her head to the left and spittle landed on the other cheek, didn’t turn at all and got it in her eyes. She screamed and bawled.

  I can’t believe it! I was almost gone!

  “Decided to check on you in case you gave Lelila the business, you loser twat. Good thing I did.”

  Scout lost it. “Give me my insulin or I’ll kill both of you!”

  “That does it.” Mack hauled her up and dragged her over to the bed by her hair—her tomb now. She thrashed and flailed as hard as she could, but was no match for Mack’s strength. He cuffed her and tied her legs down. Mack straddled her and punched her hard, over and over, in the stomach. He slapped her in the face again and again, even punched her in the vagina. The blows brought stabs of pain and sickness into her already wrecked body, especially that last one.

  Mack undid his belt and pissed all over her, from her crown to her feet.

  “No-ho-ho!’ She gurgled. “SOMEBODY FUCKING KILL ME.”

  He finished and zipped up. “Nobody’s gonna kill you, bitch. You’re the only good-looking girlfriend I have left.”

  Scout blew piss out of her mouth. “Kill her,” she screamed. “She’s no good anymore. Hack her up and give her an acid bath.”

  Mack laughed and shook his head. “And lose the threesomes? Oh no, her twat still works. Maybe I’ll make you suck her eye socket.”

  Unable to take anymore, Scout leaned her head to the side and vomited.

  “Mack,” Lelila whined. “What am I gonna do now?”

  He turned to face her. “Time to go to the emergency room.”

  Lelila nodded.

  Watching them out of the corner of her eye, Scout finished dry heaving.

  Mack carried his girlfriend up the stairs while she keened, then he slammed and locked the door.

  Scout did some screaming herself since the window had been broken. But no one heard.

  Nobody came to her … except for the insects … and the squirrels, through the window space.

  ***

  Scout couldn’t sleep. She constantly shook her head and wiggled her body to get the roaches and water bugs off her, as well as the squirrels. Birds had flown in and fluttered all over the place. It was definitely getting Hitchcockian in there. They flew over her and dropped white shit onto Scout’s face.

  Hours later, Lelila came down and flicked on the light bulb. She walked over and brushed the critters from Scout. Lelila swatted a couple of birds away from her. Laughing, Mack came down the stairs and said something about shooting them but, for now, watched them fly and run around as he laughed his ass off.

  Lelila wore an eye patch.

  They’d forgotten to put the underwear in Scout’s mouth. “How do ya like the pirate motif, you evil bitch?”

  Lelila’s face was red. Her one eye goggled, stained with tears. She simply walked away, grabbed the chair and pulled it over to the bed, careful not to make annoying scraping sounds. Then she sat, glowering at her with her one good eye.

  “I’m gonna kill you, bitch,” Lelila spat. “Mack wants me to save your life because you’re his only two-eyed ho, but that’s a negative. You ruined my life.”

  “Then do it, you piece of shit!” There was no reason for Scout to hold back. They’d taken her insulin and doomed her. “What are you waiting for?”

  “While you were down here sleeping, I went to hell-on-earth. That hurt so bad you might as well have cut my throat.

  “No more basement church services for you, twat-bag.”

  “Like you’re a fuckin’ minister,” Scout answered. “That ‘church service’ was a joke! You couldn’t even remember the words to the hymns, you read ‘set the captives free.’ You’re a kidnapper, you stupid whore!”

  Lelila’s eye seethed with so much hatred Scout had to shut her eyes. “I can administer death.”

  “You don’t have the guts.” Scout surveyed her own body. The rash was not only on both arms now, but also on her stomach.

  “I’ve got the guts to take your insulin and throw it in the garbage, then take it to the town dump.” She raised one eyebrow. “And you know what? Mack wanted to get you more insulin, but I talked him out of it. Told him we’d get it when you behaved.

  “Which will be on the twelfth of never. You’ve shown us that.”

  Scout growled and screamed. “You Cyclops fuckin’ freak! Look at yourself. Join a circus, you brainless cunt!”

  Lelila stood, a smile forming on the crook of her lips. “Let’s see how well you survive without your insulin, and we’ll see who’ll join the circus.” She harrumphed. “You always were a loser and you’ll always be a loser.” Lelila cleared her throat and hocked a loogie right onto the center of her face.

  Scout leaned her head to the side and tried to wipe it off with the pillow, but the slimy residue hung on. She vomited.

  Not even waiting for her to finish, Lelila stuffed the panties in Scout’s mouth in mid-puke so she was forced to swallow the gooey chunks down her throat. She gagged and threw up around the underwear and would now be forced to have that taste stay in her mouth as the bile stained the panties through and through.

  “Have fun in your hell.” Lelila let out a belly laugh.

  With that she left.

  ***

  They left her down there for two days. Scout knew this, for she’d watched the sun set twice. They didn’t visit her, feed her, give her any insulin and didn’t let her go to the bathroom or shower. On the verge of having a nervous breakdown, her whole body trembled as her mind threatened to set fire with anxiety.

  She’d had to shit and piss the bed. She gagged constantly from hunger, thirst and the rancid smell of feces. The insects feasted upon her, crawled up her nose and then out and poked at her sex and her ass. The arachnids and insects crawled into her mouth and all she could do was swallow them and barf. Stomach cramps ached like labor without an epidural. She gagged over and over because of thirst, spitting out more bile. She’d tried drinking her spit, but ran out of it. The wounds on her hands and her cheek were infected, she just knew it. She could feel the jabs of pins and needles and rotting flesh. She was leaking pus. Her blood clotted, so she didn’t bleed to death.

  The rash covered her whole body now.

  Mack had replaced the window after hunting squirrels and birds with his gun, the reports temporarily deafening Scout. Later, he’d laughed and said he was going to skin them and put them in Lelila’s soup. Then he’d left Scout without aid.

  She retched and tried fervently to suck in breath, only able to wheeze as the door opened upstairs. Mack stomped down the landing. He wore a cowboy hat.

  “Howdy, heifer,” he cried. Mack split a gut.

  Scout convulsed all over, knowing she was starting to have a seizure.

  “Woo!” Mack continued. “Look at that little filly shake, rattle and roll!” He clomped over with his legs spread apart like a wrangler, in a kiba dachi karate stance.

  Scout spasmed out of control. All she could do was let it take her. Her mind winked out.

  ***

  Mack laughed his ass off as she had a seizure.

  Time to get me some retard pussy!

  Her spasms turned him on; he laughed at how sick he was. He tore his belt, pants and shirt off, but kept the cowboy hat on.

  He wrinkled his nose as he pulled her out of the shit and straddled her. He slapped her over and over. “Settle down, you cow patty! Let me at that hole!” He struggled to pull her legs apart, which was difficult while she gyrated out of control. He got his dick into the cunt, though, and rode to beat the band. He took off his cowboy hat and swung it around his head.

  “Woo-doggies,” he cried.

  “Ride her, cowboy!” Lelila said from the top of the stairs.

  “Darn tootin’!”

  He didn’t even turn to look at
ol’ Cyclops, just kept bucking Scout’s tight little twat with all he had.

  “Well, dinger-doo!” Lelila mocked in between belly laughs.

  Mack shot his load into Scout’s convulsing vagina. “Yee-haw!”

  Lelila said, “Satan will be hella pleased, cowpoke!”

  Mack erupted in laughter. “Sho’ ‘nuff!”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Scout woke to a jab of pain in her arm. She blinked and saw Lelila holding the insulin pen in a vein. Wan rays of light struggled to show through the window. Mack had turned on the one light bulb and sat by the stereo in his boxers. He smoked a cigarette.

  Lelila locked eyes with her. “I lied. We hid your insulin. We never threw it away. Mack’s making me give you this shot, but you know what I wanna do.” She scowled. The idiot counted the seconds out loud again. After eight, she pulled it out. “You’ll have to take these antibiotics I have left over from an infection I had. Ten days, and then you can stop. You’re lucky I’m sharin’.” She fed her a pill and made her drink from a cup.

  Scout felt as if someone had set her on fire. Her ass, vagina and whole body itched. Mack’s dried cum had crusted inside her sex. She needed a bath and a meal desperately.

  Maybe I shouldn’t try to escape anymore.

  Stockholm syndrome? It would be about time.

  Mack threw the cigarette butt on the cement floor, stepped on it and tossed Lelila the key after she’d turned around. He motioned Scout’s way. Her vision was blurry, but the latter noticed the gun in his other hand now. “Let her out. We’ve gotta give her a bath and feed her. And throw away those sheets and put some new ones on the bed.

  “I’m havin’ some friends over.”

  Friends? How could they have friends over? They’d tell on them, wouldn’t they?

  Lelila unlocked the handcuffs. “Do we even have to tell her not to try to escape?”

  Mack shook his head.

  Scout didn’t think she’d ever get feeling back into her arms. They flopped useless at her sides. All she could do was stare at them. Her mind and vision were cloudy.

  “We’ve gotta help her up,” Lelila said.

  They hefted her upward. Her feet were asleep, also. Her whole body might as well have been cookie dough. When feeling finally came back into her arms, legs and feet, someone could’ve been stabbing her all over like a serial killer.

  “Ow,” Scout cried.

  They helped her upstairs, then filled the tub for her. Bath time instead of a shower. Scout felt like she was walking through a cloud mentally. They even put some bubble-bath suds in there. They led her over and eased her into the tub slowly. Lelila washed her. Scout didn’t care what happened to her anymore.

  They finished her up, raised her and rinsed her off with the shower nozzle. Then they dried her off. They hauled her to the squalid kitchen, helped her sit at the table and set a grand feast in front of her: soft-shelled tacos, an apple, an orange, salad, bread and butter, plus sweet potatoes and cherry pie. She dove into it ravenously, her stomach in buffet heaven. She finished off two glasses of milk and three bottles of water. Then she burped aloud. She didn’t care.

  Scout lifted her head after letting it drop for a few seconds. “Shit and piss.”

  They took her back into the bathroom, and her bowels erupted into the toilet. Mack and Lelila winced and turned away. Mack motioned Lelila toward the door. She left.

  Hand on the knob, he looked Scout over. “You need to shave your legs. Sit on the ‘throne’ and do whatever you have to do: pluck your eyebrows, whatever. We’re havin’ company and I don’t want you to look like shit. Lel’ will change your sheets while you’re in here. I’m gonna stand on the other side of the door.”

  Finally, he left. Scout wiped and flushed, alarmed at the amount of hair growth on her legs. She looked like a man. Yet she didn’t care. Stay Wookiee. That’ll show ‘em. But she found herself wanting to get rid of the stray hairs and pluck her eyebrows, to do all the grunt work needed. It made her feel like a golden child to be clean, fed and taken care of. The rash on her ass would probably take a longer time to heal than the other rashes all over her body.

  She didn’t even think of trying to escape.

  I should give into Stockholm syndrome. Call him Master Mack and call her Mistress Lel’. Why fight it? What good’s it gonna do?

  As if in answer to her thought, Mack unlocked the bathroom door as she finished up. “Come on.”

  Scout answered. “Yes, Master Mack.”

  His mouth formed an o and his eyes grew wide. “What did you say?”

  “I said yes, Master Mack!”

  He grinned devilishly. “Well, that’s more like it!”

  Mack led her down the stairs and pulled up a chair while she sat on the bed. “You finally got the right idea. I thought I’d learn ya eventually.”

  She sighed and looked at the floor. “Yes, Master Mack.”

  “You just earned yourself the syringe shit and rat poison.”

  She eyed him. He looked a little better to her. “Gonna get sex, huh, Master Mack?”

  He grinned ear-to-ear. “Gonna get whatever you want, you keep actin’ like that.” He dimpled his chin as he looked her over with sad eyes. “I’m not a complete monster, you know. I went to your church. It’s just that, to get sex as hot as we’ve been havin’ it, sometimes you gotta break the law. Be gangsta.”

  Lelila came seemingly out of nowhere and stood behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

  “All hail, Mistress Lel’,” Scout said.

  Lelila’s one eye widened. “What in the shit?”

  Mack nodded. “She’s decided to be a good little girl.”

  “I don’t give a fuck!” Lelila walked away.

  Mack patted Scout on the head. “You lie down and take a nap. I’ll watch ya, and I won’t even cuff ya.”

  That sounded great, sounded like the best thing in the world. She nodded and lay down, closing her eyes. Her foggy mind inched toward sleep.

  ***

  Scout woke to find herself covered in a sheet. Otherwise, she was still naked and would probably stay that way. She’d actually gotten used to it. Nothing could feel more natural. She rubbed her hazy eyes and blinked, then looked up.

  An effeminate boy with a girly face and a thin body stood over her, next to a wisp of a girl with hair down to her waist, a body all elbows and knees. Scout recognized them immediately: Bry and Muffy, from church.

  “Wow, dude,” Bry let out, trying his best to sound like Sean Penn in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. “You got a prisoner and she gots to do whatever you want.”

  Scout tried to focus on the two figures standing by the stereo. She succeeded. Mack with his gun and Lelila with her hands on her hips.

  “These are my friends who’re too weak to judge me,” Mack announced. “They know I’ll kill ‘em and their family if they do.”

  Bry craned his head. “Ah, man, do you have to go there?”

  Mack nodded and motioned with his gun. “Just introducing you to the slave.”

  Lelila looked at Mack. “She knows Bry and Muffy.”

  Mack snickered. “She’s about to know ‘em a lot better, or at least this skinny-ass girl here.”

  Muffy grinned evilly and ripped Scout’s cover off. “I can do whatever I want?” she chirped in a high voice.

  “You bet,” Mack answered.

  Lelila cupped her hands around her mouth. “Put her fuckin’ eyes out,” she cried.

  Mack wagged his finger at his girl. “Ah-ah-ah!”

  Scout couldn’t have been more ashamed. These two runty high-school graduates looking down on her nakedness and captivity made her skin crawl. She couldn’t feel more worthless. Maybe it’s a ray of hope. Perhaps they’ll tell the cops anyway when they get home. She didn’t trust too much in that, though. And why had he said “judge me” instead of “tell on me” or “turn me in”?

  Muffy’s eyes brightened. “You mean I can pee on her?”

  “Go to
town,” was Mack’s answer.

  Muffy pointed. “Put her in those cuffs.”

  “She knows not to resist. She’s been punished.”

  Muffy wheeled around, her mane sweeping after the movement of the head. “Really?”

  “You betcha.”

  “Always wanted to try … um …certain things.” Muffy undid her belt.

  The pussy boy looked hurt. “Muf’, don’t,” he said in a soft voice. “You ain’t like that. Never done nothin’ wrong in your life. Just resist—”

  “That’s why I wanna do it!”

  Scout felt heat rush to her face. She was sure she was beet-red. A strange rush of arousal endeavored to take her, but she fought it, feeling sick to her stomach.

  So much for tellin’ the cops when they get home.

  That’s when Scout noticed the weak duo also had those weird tattoos between their right thumb and forefinger.

  Muffy pulled her pants, panties, shirt and bra off, showing small breasts and just the hint of a thatch of pubic hair—a landing strip—over a perfectly-cut, flowery slit. She jumped onto the bed, holding Scout’s wrists down.

  “No,” Scout moaned.

  “Now, now, now!” Mack said. “Master Mack wants it.”

  “Fucking hot,” Lelila added.

  Muffy licked her face, Scout groaning and turning away. Muffy used both hands to steer her head back up, covering her with kisses with her soft glossy lips. Her sex rubbed up against Scout’s.

  “No, please, no,” Scout begged.

  Muffy licked all over her mouth after giving her tongue. She grabbed her breasts, her boyfriend dragging his short-and-thin willy out and jacking it. Scout found her boobs devoured and closed her eyes, willing it to end.

  Horridly, Muffy scooted her crotch over Scout’s face. Giggling, she let go with urine, soaking her visage.

  “No! Stop it! Oh God, Jesus kill me.” Scout struggled against her.

  Mack rushed over and cuffed her and tied her legs down.

  Muffy let out a stronger gush, making Scout gag and turn her head. She threw up. “So fucking hot!” Muffy said. She soaked Scout’s hair. Then she reversed into sixty-nine, smacking her douched vagina onto her face, the bedsprings creaking.