Lucy Nation taps her long, glistening nails on the glass surface of her desktop as she talks into her phone. “You’ve got solid grounds to kick him the fuck out of this state—let alone the city. Hell. He’s just been involved in a six-man homicide. Stop quibbling. Of course it was self-defense, even that gunslinging lone wolf isn’t crazy enough to initiate a shootout with a half dozen machine gun-toting Hong Kong killers…
“Never mind how or what I know. I’ve got a SEC network that’d make the CIA blush like a bunch of parochial school virgins. & speaking of blushing, my indiscrete friend, if you don’t do exactly as I tell you, & I mean exactly, copies of those pics I have of you with those little grade school nymphets of yours will find their way into the hands of every tabloid journalist from coast to coast, not to mention our City Prosecutor’s office & the State Attorney General.
“So what if I supplied them to you? If your brain wasn’t stuck in your zipper, you wouldn’t be compromised, now would you? It was you who fucked with them…” Lucy’s smile fades. “This whole thing with Hawkes appears to have been a very grave error on my part.
“See—despite what you may have heard, I am human. Still.
“Yes. But a demon at heart. Don’t doubt it for a single instant, Sweetmeat. Screw with me & I’ll eat your fucking soul. Make book on it, asshole—”
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“—She fucked in front of Me. No pretense. Her gaping, prick-stuffed cunt looked like nothing so much as a great, raw & diseased & battered wound. & the way the men rammed those huge sausage-things into that pit between her legs sickened Me, yet drew My fascination uncontrollably. & I couldn’t have been more than three when I first watched some brute of a mick policeman bugger her fat, flailing arse…
“Yes. Pigs. He was one of the same group of pigs that often called on her for service. Forests of great, thick hairy legs & buttocks all crowding in to take a poke at the ‘pig-whore’ or just to cheer their pig partners on. I hated all of My ‘Uncles’ but I hated the meanies in blue the most. They seemed, by far, the vilest, cruelest lot. & I feared & loved the sense of power of domination they exuded. All of that goddamned blue serge. Like the sailor’s suit My father had left behind, yet somehow different. Yes. Indeed. They were the cruelest lot. How I wished so hard that I could hurt them. But nothing in My wildest nightmares could have prepared Me for Skull Man. I didn’t realize it then. He was the bald one. The cadaverous, emaciated looking one. The one who was so nice to Me at first & brought the Little Georgie Porgie sweets. Skull Man. The. One. Who. Made. Me. Touch. My. Mother’s. Slimy. Thing. After he & his friends had. Fucked. It. My mother had a hooker friend, ‘Aunt Babs,’ the one she brought home to do her lezzie & her three-way things with for men who got off on that. Skull Man. He visited her often. Oh yes. & soon he began bringing along that fucking goddamned Alsatian of his.
“Yes. I can read your thoughts, You Bible Fuck.
“For. That. Oh, yes. For. That… The thing would slaver & bare its horrid fangs all the while it fucked her. She & her slut-friend ‘Aunt Babs.’ That bitch was positively wild for dog meat. There was nothing. Nothing she wouldn’t do to get one in her. Nothing. I hate those foul goddamned fucking beasts. But I’ve had My share of their blood, too. I’ve had My vengeance for their sins. & the terror & the sleepless nights of sweating feverdreams they’ve brought Me. I taught The Children to sacrifice them. ‘My vengeance needs blood,’ as The Bloody Pit of Horror quoted the Marquis…
“Yes. & that pig cop bastard would use his billyclub on her. He would beat her. Yes. But then he. Used. It. On. Her. Or should I say. In. Her. Like a dildo. To the grip. His blue buddies thought that quite a hoot. Do you know. How. Long. One of those things is…?
“&, of course, as you have no doubt guessed, Skull Man had a bit of a fondness for young boys. He wasted no time in teaching a sprat like Myself how to masturbate him. & his bloody fucking cohorts. They called Me ‘Little Jackie.’ Or ‘Jack-ee,’ I suppose. In retrospect.
“But that was not the worst of it. No. As one might say, ‘not by a cunt-re mile.’ You see, Aunt Babs had this daughter, Kathie, who was quite young… Several years older than Myself. Most likely three-to-five-years older. & more experienced. At. Most… Oh. Pshaw. You shouldn’t look so shocked. Bible Fuck. It betrays your filthy little mind. & you’ve not begun to hear the tale told—”
[ 170 ]
Frank sits in the Vette, in the darkened motel parking lot, using his “pay phone.” He no sooner gets Rios on the line, than his young contact at Metro-Dade apologizes, & transfers him…
It’s Cptn. Lardass Lucas, & his mood seems singularly vile: “Hawkes, you’ve become persona non grata here in Dade-Miami, in fact, you’ve raised such a fucking uproar that the high-hat brass want your charmed ass ENTIRELY OUT of OJ-land, capishe…?”
“Wait a minute, Lucas! I’ve got an injured dog that can’t be moved…not for at least, another couple days—”
“Look, Hawkes, I can sympathize with you. I guess I know how important your pet is to you. But two bloodbaths in less than twenty-four hours was more than they could hack—”
“Christ fuckin’ Jesus! It was your local psychos who started this goddamn mess, not me! It was your local psychos who very nearly saw me six feet under & who shot my fuckin’ Elijah’s leg th’ fuck off & creased his goddamn skull—”
“It’s a tough break. I know. But there’s no two ways about it—you’re outta town or you’re inta jail. & they’ll file on multiple First Degree Homicide—”
“That’s fuckin’ INSANE!”
“Yeah. But that’s th’ program, Son. Y’ play. Or y’ pay. Capishe…? No fucking negotiating. I can arrange for Rios to take care of Elijah, keep him company while he’s still at the vet’s. Hawkes, this is an order from on high. & I do mean high! The very top of this shit-heap we call a bureaucracy. Two hours & outta here. I’ll personally see to flyin’ Elijah to you as soon as he’s okay.”
[ 171 ]
“—Now. I have no idea the value of those thirty silver coins that Judas Bitch of a mother sold her to them for. Or, for that matter, what monetary weight My own damn dam placed on the suffering of her tender & angelic seed when she fed Him to the chicken hawks in demon-blue serge. But sold us they did. No doubt bartering like flesh-peddlers at the block in the Evil days of Tunis or Algier…
“The girl, of course, was terrified in the presence of five strange men, all drunk on cheap beer & whiskey. Yes. Bible Fuck. I was afraid, too. But even then, at the age of four, & younger, I had learned the thrill of fear that transcends all else that transforms He who can master it into a God of Darkness walking among mortals…
“But, I digress. My mother put a 78 on her battered Victrola, some hot jazz saxophone—Coleman Hawkins’ ‘Body and Soul,’ I’m quite certain. It would have served her perverse humor. Yes. The girl, Kathie, was obviously terrified. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. But she kept silent. Even when Aunt Babs told her to ‘Do a nice little strip for the men, now, Honey. Do it nice & slow & show them all what a naughty little tease you are. Take off all your clothes & let them see it, Baby Doll.’
“Her slut of a mother had trained her well…
“She did it like a pro. With that ingrained sense of rhythm & motion & timing, with all the child-coquettish wonder of a tap-dancing Shirley Temple, but swaying her torso & gyrating her tiny hips & buttocks, doing a lewd bump-&-grind, a midget Gypsy Rose peeling it down to the raw skin while those five fucking pigs hooted & whistled & clapped their hands, spewing obscenities & offering lewd suggestions as to what abuses they might subject her. Almost. Innocent. Young body to. Her slender body glistened wetly with the streams of her spilled tears.
“I know you won’t believe Me. But even at My tender age the Hellish scene set a flush to My cheeks, arousing the frail limits of My infantile sexuality to new dimensions that alternately confused, embarrassed & delighted Me… Later I may deign to inform you, Truman Fucking Gilmore, of each lurid detail. But then, I
must save some luscious, sordid little tidbits to taunt you with at greater length…”
[ 172 ]
Frank slams through the motel room door, nearly bursting the wood from its creaking hinges in the fury of his passing, startling Cherry who lies naked beneath the sex-stained sheets.
She whirls, whipping a silenced mini-Uzi from her large jute handbag lying beside the bed. Catching herself just as her finger squeezes down on the trigger…
“FUCK! Don’t do that to me, Frank! I almost blew you—” She bursts into wicked giggles as the word exits her mouth, explosive, almost orgasmic in its intensity of tension release. “I mean, if you want me to blow you, Frank, just step over here, Sailor, & I’ll use my fucking mouth instead of the gun barrel to do it—” Cherry ‘O’s her mouth lewdly, trailing the moist pink tip of her tongue across her puckered lips, tempting Hawkes to take her at her word.
The next sound is the sharp rasp of his zipper tugging downward…
[ 173 ]
“—Let Me suffice to say that Skull Man lifted Little Kathie onto the kitchen table &, standing her upright, began slapping the bared cheeks of her bottom & pinching the immature niche-cleft of her sex ’til she cried out in anguish. The others warned him to show some care as they didn’t want him marring their little prize just yet with bruises & welts, etc…. The blue veins in his naked scalp twitched with suppressed fury. Incensed by their censoring his intended pleasures, Skull Man instead chose to degrade her as thoroughly as possible before subjecting her to more physical abuse, commanding her to expose herself in the most extreme lewd & lascivious postures his deranged mind could contrive, all the while caressing her perfect, heart-shaped little angel-face—cheeks, chin & cupid-bow lips—as well as the more. Intimate. Portions of her body…
“While Mother & Aunt Babs accommodated the pig fucks by unzipping them & stripping off their trousers, kissing their huge, stiffened pricks & stroking them as they watched the child display herself for their prolonged amusement…
“As a finale to the spectacle, he made her squat with her legs wide-splayed. When she was properly, I should say ‘im-properly,’ positioned, he groped between her legs, trying to force his fingers into her vulva & her anus… He prodded & probed, but to no avail…
“Kathie writhed & moaned in obvious discomfort & humiliation… Mother chided him, ‘F’r Chrissakes, y’ gotta get her ready, first, Dick-f’r-brains, or y’ll never get yer fingers in th’ cookie-jar.’ She went back to the bedroom & brought him a big jar. She unscrewed the lid, & dipped her fingertips inside & they came out all slick & shiny looking, all covered with the greasy stuff she called ‘Vaseline,’ the stuff she always kept in her bedside table…
“His left hand cupped her bare pubis, while his right reached around behind her… Kathie let out a high-pitched groan of apparent torment as Skull Man’s long, bony fingers at last penetrated her twin orifices… Her deep blue eyes rolled up ’til you could only see the whites, seemingly inward-focused. Her mouth gaped open & drooling saliva mingled with her drying tears. But Aunt Babs & her salacious ‘Uncles’ must have long since broken the girl to this form of abuse, for rather than struggling to extricate herself from Skull Man’s unnatural violation, Little Kathie straddled his hand, ‘riding bareback,’ sliding her body up & down up & down on his up-thrusting digits…”
[ 174 ]
Although he has already spilled his seed into the redheaded PI’s receptive, circled mouth, & throat, Frank’s jutting manhood still aches for more. & Cherry is more than willing to tend to his libidinous desires. Her soft hands caress his lower abdomen, exploring the forest of wiry hairs & the so-sensitive flesh of that terrain. His grey-blue eyes burn with lust & something beyond mere lust, the something the flame of righteous anger boiling away the very fluids of his throbbing brain, leaving it a sun-scorched desert whipped by the hot howling winds of violent & deranged desire.
Cherry sheathes the rearing serpent in a second skin, a thin membrane that ripples sinuously with every twitch of pulse-beat.
She opens herself to him, begging him to enter the mystic cavern of her womanness. Frank crawls between the fork of her thighs, intending his entry to be slow & gentle, but the heat of her fuels the fire of his anger, quite irrationally, & he batters at her gateway like the ram-horned figurehead of some medieval assault weapon bent upon destruction…
[ 175 ]
“—I saw Mother & Aunt Babs kneeling on their hands & knees, submitting to either vaginal or anal intercourse at the rude hands of two of the blue meanies…where I knelt on the floor at the feet of some pig brass-hat, forced to manipulate his jutting organ with My childish hands. Pretty soon, Skull Man told ‘My’ cop to hold Me. He did, while My frequent tormentor stripped Me naked. Then he lifted Me onto the table just beside where Kathie still squatted… Then the bald, vulture-like cop forced his throbbing shaft between My lips & raped me orally ’til he’d orgasmed, his vile slime gushing into My mouth & throat, nearly strangling Me…
“About this time, another pig arrived—a fat, bloated mountain of blubber in a serge suit that threatened to burst its straining seams at any moment. He started waving a roll of bills in front of Aunt Babs’ face, trying to cajole her into offering him next crack at her young daughter. He argued on & on with her as to whether the child was still technically a virgin. She assured him that such was indeed the case, her having saved the taking of Kathie’s maidenhead for just the right occasion (& price). But he demanded to have intercourse with her before the others had thoroughly mauled her privates, loosening the youthful stricture of her sexual canal. The others, though, would have none of his highhanded dealings, & insisted upon squatter’s rights &, having lined up for her first, were eager to lay their hands on her tender charms, as well. Aunt Babs had to relent or they would have started a brawl. The reason for the fat pig’s urgency was manifest when she tugged down his fly—like, you, Bible Fuck, he was endowed like a goddamn schoolboy, his adult penis barely bigger than My own exposed as I was upon the table…
“When Skull Man finished with Me, the next piggie bastard, in turn forced Me to suck him off. Another followed. Then the two who had been having Mother & her fellow whore both dog-style…
“& when at last the first five pigs had experienced their momentary fill of prodding & probing of touching & tonguing the exhausted yet still submissive child, it was the fat man’s turn to have his way with her. After much fumbling & bumbling with his bloated paws, &, yes, more than his share of kissing & licking at her front & rear like some male dog hot with the rut, he finally managed to bribe & coerce Kathie’s mother into letting him be the one to first lay assault to the cherished membrane guarding the depths of her as-yet-unused passage.
Logic prevailed as well as currency, for what better method to initiate her gradually than through the agency of the fat pig’s pencil-puny engine of generation…?
“No details, You Pitiful Bible Fuck, though I can sense how eager you are to have to have full knowledge of their carnal chaos…”
[ 176 ]
Frank’s pelvis pummels the red-furred mound of Cherry’s eagerly offered, upward-grinding womanhood. His pace builds toward a crescendo. But just as he nears critical mass, his inamorata pulls away, disengaging her love-sheath from his pistoning staff of ironhard gristle, his forced withdrawal at her sudden retreat accompanied by a loud, wet, slurping noise.
Cherry rolls out from underneath him, &, backside jiggling delightfully, she struts across the room, digs in her handbag, & removes a pair of handcuffs. She squats on the floor, her thighs obscenely splayed. She reaches down between her legs, touching herself, fondling herself it seems…
“So, you’re turnin’ me on already,” Frank says, “sure, I dig watchin’ a girl play with herself, but…there’s a time & place for everything. & now is the time for you to get yr ass over here, so I can put this—” he waves his erection in her direction, beckoning, “—in that hot, juicy little place right there where your finger is right now…”
& Cherry gives a wicked grin, like some Salacious Cheshire Cat (or is it Cheshire Pussy, in the feminine, Frank ponders…).
[ 177 ]
“—Let Me just say that the major dilemma to be overcome was the pig’s gargantuan bulk which they quite rightly feared might crush the life from her frail form. Ha, ha. Mother & Aunt Babs (those wicked bitches…) thought they’d solved the situation by telling him to lie back flat on the sofa & they’d lifted her into place so she was straddling his loins, but the Behemoth’s weight caused the couch to creak & sag. So, instead, Mother made him lie on the throw rug in the center of the room. Kathie no doubt had seen sufficient of life’s seamier side to know. Precisely. What they had in mind for her. She began to squeal & struggle in fearful anticipation of this new indignity which now lay ahead. Aunt Babs gave her several resounding slaps to the face, silencing her immediately. She was well-disciplined, I must say. Much like our own dear little Miss Juliette. She acquiesced, & the two women hoisted her into the air, legs akimbo, & set her down atop the wallowing piggie’s pitious jut of flesh. They gripped her firmly, one by each arm, & moved her about so that the bald hillock of her juvenile Mount of Venus & the jiggling globes of her bottom cheeks rubbed & frictioned against his own bared privates in the most libidinous manner. Poor Little Kathie had been born & nurtured by a slut all too eager to exploit her innocence & naiveté. She was, like our dear Juliette, a true amoral having no guidance to teach her what society might deem proper, & so reacted as the sensations of her body showed her… &, yes, despite her tender years, sex is among the most basic & natural of functions, & what she experienced was pleasurable, there was no pain, as her genitals had been profusely lubricated with Vaseline, her own body’s natural fluids, &, indeed, the pigs’ spittle as they drooled & licked at her… So it was that, in her lewd, now-eager squirmings atop that mound of blubber, quite by accident his penis finally slipped into the “wrong hole,” wherein he spent himself almost instantly, overcome by the heat & extreme tightness of her nether channel & the sheer novelty of this unanticipated trick of fortune… So, in the end, as you might say, the proverbial fly was in the ointment…the girl first lost her “other cherry” before that which they duly had intended…”
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