Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors

by David O. Dyer, Sr.

  “Now that sounds like the Pen I used to know,” he said. He stood up and started water running in the bathtub. “I'll give you twenty-four hours to prepare him for me moving in with you."

  “Moving in? Al, that won't work."

  “Why not?"

  “When I said I let Billy sleep with me, I meant literally sleep with me."

  “Holy shit,” Al laughed. “I hope you have a king-sized bed because I'm going to sleep with you too, and if you can't convince your Billy it's okay, I have some ‘candy’ that will make him to do anything I want."

  “Don't do that to him, Al."

  “You like this kid, don't you?"

  “He's a sweet guy."

  Al stepped into the bathtub and eased his buttocks into the warm water. “After you give me a bath you can go home. You have twenty-four hours to work on Billy. Then it's my turn."

  Chapter Twenty

  “How the hell did you get in here?” Penny asked crossly.

  “A whole lot easier that I expected,” Al laughed. “You should learn to lock your door."

  Al jerked his attention to the bulging muscles on the hunk who was approaching him, but relaxed when Billy stuck out his hand. “Hello. My name is Billy. I guess you know yours,” Billy said as he giggled.

  While Billy laughed Al glanced at Penny who shrugged her shoulders. “That's a good one, Billy. My name is Al."

  “Pleased to meet you, Al.” Billy turned to Penny. “Did Billy ... I mean did I say the right words?"

  “Yes, Billy. I'm very proud of you."

  “Penny is teaching Billy ... uh ... me many things. Penny is my friend—my very special friend. Is Penny your friend too, Al?"

  “Yes, she is, Billy. We've known each other a long time. Did Penny not tell you about me?"

  “No. Penny did not tell me about you, Al."

  “You didn't give me time,” Penny said angrily.

  “Penny is my very special friend and we have a secret."

  Penny's face froze.

  “What's your secret?” Al asked, putting his arm around Billy's shoulder and leading him to the sofa.

  “Billy ... I cannot tell our secret. Then it wouldn't be a secret."

  “Penny is my very special friend too, Billy and we have a secret also."

  “Will you tell Billy ... uh ... me your secret?"

  Al glanced at Penny and grinned. “Since we are both Penny's very special friends, I'll tell our secret if you promise not to tell it to anyone else."

  “Billy is ... I am good at keeping secrets,” Billy grinned.

  “Penny and I are such good friends that we sleep together."

  “Damn it, Al. Shut up,” Penny demanded.

  “You ... you ... you can't sleep with Penny at night. I sleep with Penny at night,” Billy said, confusion flooding his face.

  “We are both Penny's very good friends, Billy, so from now on we will both sleep with her."

  “I don't think so,” Billy said slowly.

  “It's okay, Billy. Like you, I fuck her too—in her pussy, her asshole, her mouth, and between her huge tits. Hey, won't it be fun to fuck her at the same time?"

  “Vagina, anus, breasts,” Billy corrected. “How we have sexual intercourse with Penny at the same time?"

  “It's easy, Billy. I'll show you tonight."

  “Penny,” Billy said as he scrambled up and went to her side. “Tell Al to go away."

  “Take it easy, Billy,” she said. “We'll work it out."

  “No,” Billy cried. He grabbed Penny's shoulders and yanked her out of the chair. “Tell Al to go away. Billy sleep with Penny—not Al."

  “Billy, you're hurting me."

  “Billy not share Penny with Al."

  Al guffawed, moved behind the powerful youth and grasped his shoulders. “Go for it, big guy,” he said. “Pen likes pain."

  “Pen?” Billy said tightening his grip on Penny's shoulders and ignoring her attempt to free herself.

  “Yeah, Pen is her nickname."

  “Pen. Pen. Pen. Billy ... uh ... I like Penny better. Penny likes for me to hurt her?"

  “No Billy, don't do it,” Penny pleaded.

  “That's part of the game, Billy. She'll beg you not to hurt her, but she really wants you to,” Al goaded. “Slap her hard. Now! Slap the shit out of her."

  Penny cringed as Billy raised his hand, but he checked himself. He whirled around and leveled his wild eyes at Al. “You not move in, Al,” Billy said. “Penny does not want pain and she does not want to have sexual intercourse with anybody but Billy."

  “Not true, old buddy,” Al grinned. “She fucked me twice today. That's why she was late getting home. Ask her if you don't believe me."

  Penny was cowering against the wall. Billy turned and glared at her. “Did you have sexual intercourse with Al today?"

  She shook her head. “Billy, you know that's something that is very special just between you and me."

  “She's lying to you, Billy. Make her take her clothes off. You'll find her pussy is full of my cum."

  Billy glared down at Penny who was clearly frightened. “Show Billy your vagina."

  “No, Billy,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm. “You can trust me. I'm your friend."

  Al rushed to Penny, pulled her from the wall and twisted her arm behind her back painfully. “Pull her pants down, Billy."

  Ignoring her protests, Billy yanked her pants to her knees, ripped off her panties and thrust his finger inside her. He extracted his finger, looked at the gooey mess on it and began to cry softly.

  Al released Penny.

  “I can explain,” she said as she pulled up her pants.

  “All women are bitches, Billy,” Al said as he again put his arm around him, “and all bitches are liars. It looks to me like you need me around here to keep her straight. I'll never lie to you, Billy."

  “Don't listen to him, Billy,” Penny pleaded.

  Billy was still looking at his finger with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Penny lied to me. Al told the truth,” he said calmly.

  “Hey, buddy,” Al said, patting Billy on the back and offering him his handkerchief. “You have anything to drink around here?"

  “Diet cola,” Billy replied, still looking at his finger.

  “We could all use something to drink. We need to calm down and work out a plan."

  When Billy was out of hearing Penny hissed, “How could you do that to such a sweet guy?"

  “Nothing to it,” Al laughed. “You see, sweet lips, I don't trust you. I followed you home and sat outside in my car for a full thirty minutes. I gave you a chance to tell him."

  “Some chance. The poor guy was scared to death when I got home. He thought something bad happened to me. I had just calmed him down when you broke in."

  “Something did happen to you, bitch. I took control of your fucking life.” He held her face in his hand and squeezed, forcing her mouth open. “You follow my lead or I'll slip a needle in the retard's vein and make a junkie out of him like you used to be."

  “Don't ... don't do that,” she said.

  “He'll be back in here in a minute,” Al continued, leering at her. “We're going to show your friend just what a fucking whore you are."

  When Billy came back into the living room carrying three cans of soda he stopped and stared. Penny's arms were around Al's neck and her tongue was pumping into his mouth.

  Breaking the kiss but still fondling her buttocks Al said, “She's a damn good looking piece of ass, isn't she Billy? And she's all yours and mine. We won't let her fuck anybody else, will we Billy?” He released her and went to the sofa. “Let's have one of those diet colas."

  “Penny come sit with Al and Billy,” Billy said as he joined Al on the sofa.

  Al took a small bottle of pills from his pocket, tapped two into the palm of his hand and pretended to pop them into his mouth. As he put the can of soda to his lips Billy asked, “Is Al sick?"

  Al made a production out of gulping down th
e capsules. “No, Billy. I'm not sick. These are happy pills."

  “Will you give Billy ... uh ... Penny and me happy pills?"

  “No, Billy,” Penny said. “They're not happy pills."

  “She's lying again,” Al laughed. “She swallowed a couple this afternoon. She just doesn't want you to be happy. You can have some if you like,” he said, tapping two into Billy's palm.

  “Don't take them, Billy,” Penny pleaded.

  Billy gulped down the pills defiantly and glared at her. “I want to feel good too,” he said.

  “Billy,” Al said as he placed his hand on the youth's knee, “Penny tells me you've been working in the greenhouses."

  “Yes,” Billy replied. “I good with the vegetables."

  “Does it make you happy to work in the greenhouses?"

  “Very happy. Billy ... uh ... I like to sweat."

  “That's great, Billy. Pen was going to make you quit working in the greenhouses. Did you know that? She was going to send you back to live with your mother, but I'm not going to let that happen. I'm your friend, Billy. As long as I am here you can work in the greenhouses and I'll give you all the happy pills you want."

  “I ... I ... Billy feel funny,” Billy said, putting both hands to his head.

  “Oh, God,” Penny sighed.

  “Good funny?” Al asked.

  Billy grinned. “Yeah, good funny. Happy pills make Billy feel good funny,” and he laughed uncontrollably.

  “Billy, I have so much to teach you,” Al said.

  “Penny teach Billy good,” Billy said, still laughing. “Al teach Billy good too?"

  “I sure will, buddy. Hey, would you like to watch Penny do a striptease for us?"

  Billy was clearly puzzled. “What is striptease?"

  “Don't,” Penny said hopelessly.

  “We'll have Penny dance for us and slowly take off her clothes while playing with herself."

  “Penny has pretty body. Big tits."

  “Do it for us, Penny. Show us those big tits."

  “No, damn it."

  “My little black bag is in the car, Pen. Do you want me to get it for Billy?

  “You bastard,” she said as she got to her feet and began to move rhythmically.

  “Take it off, baby. Take it all off,” Al said as he clapped his hands to provide a beat for her dance.

  “Take it off, baby,” Billy slurred.

  Penny kicked off her shoes and pushed down her pants while keeping her upper body moving in time with Al's clapping hands. As she continued swaying and removing her clothes, Al called out lewd remarks and Billy repeated them.

  When she was completely naked, Billy clapped his hands. “Penny is a good, good dancer,” he slurred with a sleepy smile on his face.

  “We're not through yet, big guy,” Al said. “Get your clothes off and stretch out on the sofa. You can rest your head on Pen's pussy and play with her tits while she makes you feel good with her hand and makes me feel good with her mouth."

  Billy's eyes would not focus and he had difficulty unbuckling his belt. Al helped, and when Billy was finally naked and on his back, Penny began to rub his muscular chest.

  “Feel good?” Al asked.

  “Yeah,” Billy responded dreamily.

  “Give him a tit to suck,” Al instructed Penny.

  She placed her hands under Billy's head, lifting him slightly so he could reach her right nipple and imitate a suckling baby.

  “Does she taste good?” Al asked.

  “Uh huh.” Billy's head dropped back on Penny's lap.

  “He's gone,” Penny said.

  “What?” Shit. Out like a light. Happened a little quicker than I thought. Damn. Would you look at the size of that thing. No wonder you took him to your bed."

  She picked up a shawl from the back of the sofa and spread it over the naked youth.

  “Am I good or what?” he said looking at his watch. In just about an hour I turned your idiot friend against you, have him trusting me completely, made a druggie out of him, and made you my slave."

  “Al, I'll do whatever you say, but please lay off Billy. He'll do anything I tell him anyway. You don't need to drug him."

  “We'll see,” he replied. “I'm hungry as hell. Get in the kitchen and scramble some eggs."

  “May I put my clothes on first?"

  “From now on you will wear clothes only when I'm not here. The instant I show up, you strip or Billy gets the needle."

  She started bacon frying, put on a pot of coffee, took a can of frozen orange juice from the freezer and mixed it with water. When she turned the bacon over, hot grease popped onto her bare stomach. She rubbed the spots with an ice cube, then beat up a half dozen eggs in her mixing bowl. She placed two slices of bread in the toaster and removed the bacon from the skillet, placing it on a paper towel to drain. She poured the eggs into the sizzling pan and smiled when she managed to dodge the popping grease this time.

  “Come and get it,” she called out, trying to sound pleasant.

  He came though the door, pulled her back to him and fondled her breasts. “Smells great,” he said as he spotted the pan, sitting on a still glowing burner. He pushed her to the stove and shoved the pan aside. “Touch your nipple to the burner,” he said brutally.

  She pushed back against him and tried to jerk away.

  “You do what I tell you or I'll give your friend a double dose and toast his balls in the process."

  She started to sob and slowly leaned forward, her eyes closed. He stopped her just in time. “I just wanted to make sure you understand who's the boss,” he said.

  He sat down at the kitchen table and picked up a fork, but then paused. “Get over here on your knees,” he instructed, pointing to the floor beside him. “I want you to feed me."

  After swallowing the first bite he asked, “What's behind the locked door?"

  “Nothing,” she replied. “Just some old papers that belonged to Uncle Amos."

  He nodded and accepted another forkful of eggs.

  Finally, he drained the last drop from his coffee cup. “You're a damn good cook, Pen. Lick the crumbs off my face."

  She complied, wondering if there would ever be an end to the humiliation.

  “That's a good girl,” he said, stroking her breast as she continued to kneel beside him. “You remember who's the boss, be an obedient little slut and we'll make a great team. When I'm sure you have your head screwed on straight, I'll lighten up on you. You were really going to fry your tit for me, weren't you?"

  She tried to smile and nodded affirmatively. She saw his fist coming, but not in time to dodge it. She lay flat on her back, stunned. He stood over her and pressed his foot hard against her throat. “You lied to me about the locked door. I saw it in your eyes. Now, are you going to unlock the door or am I going to break it down?"

  “I'll do it,” she wheezed.

  She found the key in her purse and unlocked the door.

  “What's in all those boxes,” he asked.

  “Money,” she said quietly.

  “Yeah, sure.” He opened one box. “Shit,” he cried. He opened two more. “How much is here?"

  “Close to three million."

  “Holy cow,” he exclaimed. “Where did it come from?"

  She sat at the desk and told him the truth.

  “And the tapes are in the boxes also?"

  She nodded.

  He selected one at random, fed it to the VCR and pushed the play button. “God Almighty,” he exclaimed. “That's Mary Lou. Look at that! That other woman is beating the shit out of her. Listen to those screams. They're real, Pen. Mary Lou's not acting. That blood is real. Holy cow! The bitch is menstruating and Mary Lou is licking it up."

  He switched off the VCR. “Damn, baby,” he exclaimed. “We have a lot of talking to do tonight."

  “Please don't hurt me any more, Al."

  “Oh, we're learning, are we?” He forced her hand backwards, but stopped short of inflicting pain. He forced her out o
f the chair and to her knees. “Be careful of how you answer me, Pen. No more lies. What other secrets are you keeping from old Al?"

  “Just one,” she groaned.

  “Let's hear it,” he said.

  Her words came in spurts. “I'm sure the preacher is the father, but I tricked Tim Dollar into screwing me after I found out I was pregnant. I planned to blackmail him too."

  “This is too much,” he gasped. “Mr. Got Bucks himself."

  He pulled a chair in front of the TV and clicked the VCR back on. Without issuing a command, he pointed to the floor and she knelt beside him.

  “Mary Lou isn't holding much in the tit department, but that's a nice ass her mistress is turning into a mass of blood."

  Penny had watched the tape many times. It no longer interested her.

  “Oh, my God,” Al moaned. “This is great stuff."

  “If you want to watch your boss make love to a pony, fast forward the tape a little,” she said.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Sunlight dancing on her eyelids woke Penny. She focused on her alarm clock. “Damn,” she said. “Eight o'clock. How could I have slept so late?” She reached for her robe, and then remembered.

  Except for herself, the bed was empty. She sat up and padded barefooted to the bathroom. As she sat on the commode, she realized she had actually gotten less than four hours sleep. Was Billy all right? He was probably already working in the greenhouses. Had Al already left for the clinic? No, he told her it was his day off.

  She blotted herself dry, washed her hands and stared into the mirror over the sink. She shook her head. “What have I gotten myself into?” she mumbled. She ran a comb through her hair, gargled with mouthwash and, obediently went downstairs totally nude.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Al said. He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Charlotte Observer, but he stood as she entered the room.

  He folded her into his arms and stroked her back. “I got a little carried away last night,” he said quietly, still holding her affectionately, but not sensuously. “Get yourself a cup of coffee and go back upstairs and put on some clothes."

  Penny looked at him in disbelief. “You mean it?"