Lustmord 2

by Kirk Alex

  “You’re talking about flies? Flies? What are you talking about flies for? It’s people you’re doing this to here. Killing flies and spiders when you’re a kid is one thing; it’s people you’re doing this to now, Mr. Biggs. People. Human beings. Not flies and cats or your spiders. Human beings.”

  “You see people, I see flies everywhere I turn. I’m tearing wings off flies. It’s a hopeless world we’re stuck in. It’s a cesspool out there—as well as in here, I suppose—to some extent, anyway.”

  “Okay, I get you. Please don’t harm my girl. Please? Take me if you got to. . . . Just let her go . . . Please. . . .”

  “Why, you pathetic fuck. Do you think she’d do the same for you? Offer up her own life so that you might be spared? When was the last time you saw a female, any female, do something that stupid? Huh, Perez? How dumb can you be?”

  “She would. She’d do that for me. I know it, I just know it. Please don’t ask her. Don’t do it. Take me and let her go. Please, Mr. Biggs.”

  “Watch me put the same question to her: Sweet little thing, would you give up your own life so that dumb bastard Rudy Perez might live? Watch. And she’ll fight with every breath in her to live and to hell with you, bud. Don’t you know that’s the way it is? So don’t be so generous, boy. Not with your own hide. That’s a kind of chivalry that hardly exists in these degenerate, confusing times.”

  CHAPTER 473

  Rudy had been liberated of his footwear and clothing and his stripped body had been secured to the torture board in the Fun Room.

  Being clearly aware of the damage to his being Perez had suffered as a result of that tumble he took down the stairwell, not to mention the various and sundry lacerations he had sustained at the hands of the Rumanian and his bottleneck, Cecil Biggs reminded Marvin to go easy and apply a degree of care as they secured Rudy Perez’s wrists with nylon rope to eyebolts at either corner above his head. His ankles were shackled to corners at the bottom.

  Subsequently, the board with the wincing, grunting, albeit helpless victim, was gingerly lifted by Biggs and Marvin, carried to a section of the wall to the left of the steel cabinet, and the top end hung on hooks embedded in it.

  “How’s that, Rudy? Were you not handled with care?”

  “You’re not getting away with anything here.” Rudy Perez was nearly sobbing. “You can do to me . . . Sooner or later . . . people will find out . . . You’ll be caught. . . . All of you in here. . . . You’ll have to answer for this. . . . It’s going to end badly for you, Mr. Biggs. . . .”

  Trusty Lusty made a hand gesture, and Olivia Duarte was brought in by Greta Otto in time to witness Mildred Elizabeth wheel her straight razor-wielding mother to where her boyfriend was hanging on the board. Miss Betty’s sunken cheeks and wrinkled jaw were just about level with Rudy’s testicles.

  She raised the blade in her quavering hand, found herself straining some to get close enough to Rudy’s groin in order to sever it. Alas, her ninety-two years of age and generally unsteady condition prevented her from accomplishing this much-desired goal in a satisfactory manner and she began to curse her daughter.

  “CLOSER, DAMN YOU, MILDRED! GET CLOSER! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO STRUGGLE AND STRAIN! CAN’T YOU SEE ME STRUGGLING? ISN’T IT BAD ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH A SORE BACKSIDE FROM BEING STUCK IN THIS DAMNED WHEELCHAIR ALL THE TIME?”

  Rudy Perez twisted his body this way and that to the extent that he was able, fighting heretofore established pain; shook his head with grunts and pleas, begging that they don’t go through with it.

  It was all for naught. His feet and wrists remained attached to the board and the board remained hanging from iron hooks in the wall and he was clearly not going anywhere. His audience, for the most part, liked that.

  Trusty, Julian “Pinko Punisher” Ionesco, heavily bandaged Lawrence “Sassy” Sassounian, “Big Tex” Leo Nix, and others, stood and watched as Mildred Elizabeth pushed Betty Lou Rutterschmidt’s wheelchair ever closer to one perspiring, squirming and helpless Rudy Perez.

  Although Marvin R. Muck and Olin Goodfellow may not have been thrilled by what they were about to witness take place, they made no real effort to stop it—not that they felt there was anything they could do.

  Goodfellow didn’t have to remind himself how often he had been penalized over the years for any number of so-called deviant sexual offenses and done more time than he cared to remember, in no way was he convinced that separating a man from his “joy stick” solved anything. To the contrary, it was nothing if not pointless and a shameful waste.

  And Muck? Muck imagined himself in Rudy’s place—and it only made him tight in the belly. Rapin’ hoes and muggin’ peep’ for coin’ to buy squares and bump was one thing. . . . What be goin’ on here be all Cecil. At it again. Got his own bughouse goin’ on, and he damn sure be gettin’ off. His dick be hard an’ shit in his trouser’. Mothafuckin’ clown got a woody. Could see it through the apron. That apron be stickin’ out in front.

  He glanced at Olivia. Couldn’t help it. Shuga-bush be all upset. Freakin’. Who could blame her, thought Marvin. He sho couldn’t.

  “Please stop it. How can you do that to him?”

  CHAPTER 474

  Mildred Elizabeth stared on in transfixed fascination at what Mama was about to do. The daughter’s lower jaw hung open, while she licked and probed at the wart situated between her lower lip and chin. There was also the frantic rubbing of the fingers on her left hand: thumb against the pinkie. Something exciting was about to take place, thanks to Mother and Bishop Biggs—and she could hardly wait.

  Miss Betty reached up once again with the straight razor, only there was no stopping the trembling.

  She inched the blade near enough to Rudy’s member, took a swipe, missing the intended target and cut him to the right of it.

  “NNNNOOOO! NNNNOOOOOOOOOO-OOOO!” Only Olivia could do nothing to break the hold Greta Otto had on her.

  “Mr. Biggs, don’t let them do this to me. Please. Mr. Biggs.”

  Biggs leaned in so the others wouldn’t hear. “When you’ve got a pecker and don’t use it, what’s it matter if Miss Betty wants to cut it off?” Whatever else Trusty had to add to it was done so in his normal tone. “That there is a Bible-quoting, God-fearing woman. Isn’t that right, Miss Rutterschmidt?”

  “SINNER! YOU DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR PRIVATES CARVED RIGHT OUT! YOU SIN AND YOU SIN AND YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT WITHOUT PAYING THE PRICE!”

  “What did I do? Please tell me what I did to you? Please. . . . I just want to marry my girl. Where is the sin in that? My grandparents want to see us get married. There’s no sin in that. We love each other. Livia!”

  “You’re filth. Written all over you. LOOK AT YOU! MULTIPLY LIKE VERMIN! YOU GOT NOTHING BUT FILTH IN YOUR HEAD! THERE IS ONLY ONE PLACE FOR FILTH, BOY—THE LOWER REGIONS! HELL! YOUR TESTICLES ARE MINE—SAYETH THE LORD!”

  She took another swipe, much closer this time. Blood trickled down Rudy’s left thigh. Olivia made every effort to break free of Greta and get to Rudy, but it did her no good.

  “HOLD MY CHAIR STEADY, DAMN YOU, DAUGHTER!”

  Mildred stopped rubbing her thumb against her pinkie and she stopped licking her wart long enough to maneuver her mother’s wheelchair yet closer to the intended victim.

  The daughter reached out with her right hand, ran it against Rudy’s upper thigh, against the stream of blood and then stuck her dirty fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

  The mother slapped the daughter’s hand out of her jaw without looking at her; she had her beady eyes trained on Rudy Perez, the hopeless heathen.

  “It’s sinners like you what poison it for the rest of us, you little shit.”

  “We didn’t do anything. I got nothing. Wouldn’t let me have any until we were married.”

  “Enough of your alibis, boy. Ordinarily I would say ready yourself to meet your Maker, prepare yourself to face the Creator; say your prayers—ordinarily. Only in your case Satan, the E
vil One, Devil, is who you are about to meet up with. Banished to hell for all eternity. I would not want to be in your shoes, Sonny Boy.”

  The old woman held his limp groin in her blue-veined, liver-spotted, boney left hand. Positioned her other hand with the razor inches above it. . . . Started cutting. Moved the blade back and forth.

  Blood gushed in torrents as Betty Lou Rutterschmidt proceeded to slice the young man’s penis off at the base.

  Rudy Perez howled, jerking, beseeching. “DEAR GODDDDDD! HELLLPPPMMMEEEEE! GGGOOOOODDDDDD. ARRGGHHHHH!”

  Miss Betty relished it more than anything.

  “Seems I have been waiting for an opportunity such as this forever: a chance to deal with a sinner up close and personal like this. Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Bishop Biggs.”

  CHAPTER 475

  Olivia slid from Greta’s arms and fainted. Rudy continued to howl as the old woman proceeded to cut away at his testicles now until she had the whole bloody mess in her hands. Blood poured from Rudy’s mutilated crotch and he lost consciousness as well.

  “Good one,” Julian Ionesco could not keep from exclaiming. “Very good. Bravo. Miss Betty should be on Johnny Carson Show, I believe.”

  “Cut that sucker right off.” One of those rare times Big Tex was able to agree with the Commie on. “What I shoulda done to that South American peckerwood was bangin’ my wife in that No-Tell Motel. But I done all right: blasted his walnuts right off. I did fine.”

  “Yo.” Muck shook his head. Talking to himself. “I don’t need to be seein’ this shit, man. I be in it for the trim. This don’t got nothin’ to do with gettin’ trim.”

  Biggs took in his reaction. Expected Muck to behave like a wuss. Iceberg would have eaten his ass for breakfast. He detached a key ring with a few keys on it.

  Miss Betty folded her straight razor and began to lap up the bloody groin in her hands, only to have her own daughter Mildred Elizabeth tug at it—and a fight soon broke out between mother and daughter. The older woman slapped the daughter a couple of times and was able to hold on to the prize.

  “Look at ’em.” Marvin was at it again: offering commentary that no one paid attention to. “Like two South Central hoe’ fightin’ over a Mack Daddy.”

  Mildred screamed at her mother, stuck her middle finger at her, then bent down and began to lap up all that blood that flowed out of the unconscious Rudy Perez. Olivia was coming to, if barely.

  Trusty Lusty drank his cherry soda. Tossed the keys to Marvin.

  “Grab an empty bucket and scoop the crud and dead rodents out of the water in the pit. Get as much of that dirty water out of there as you can and flush it in the john. Hook the hose up out there and refill the pit with clean water. Sweep out the Furnace Room, walk-in, floor in the Mattress Room.”

  “Mattress Room and walk-in don’t be needin’ it.”

  “Oh, they need it. Walk-in floor can always use sweeping. Don’t lock them back up. They will be inspected when you’re done. Things are getting too lax around here lately.”

  “What this be? The fuckin’ military? You back in the military?”

  “Go on.”

  “You just doin’ this ’cause I don’t be likin’ this kinda violent shit go on.”

  “Who asked them to invade my compound? Who gave them permission to ransack my living room upstairs, throw books all over my floor, rip open my sofa cushions?”

  “Can’t win, me.” Marvin tossed the hose into one of the buckets. “Don’t matter what the argument be about: can’t win.” He grabbed a dustpan, push broom, and left.

  CHAPTER 476

  Cecil had another pull of the soda. “We’ve got to stick together, Brethren and Sistren. Expect more interlopers and infidels in the not-too-distant future. You see, this here heathen’s got relations, and I’m fairly certain he was clever enough to keep his relations informed of his whereabouts. But not to worry: we’ll take care of all that the way we’ve been taking care of things up to this point: we stick together, use our collective intelligence.” He pulled on his soda can. “That’s something I can certainly count on: our collective intelligence.”

  Mildred was back at the mother, yanked on her hair and would not let go until the older woman smacked her across the face with that metal flashlight.

  CHAPTER 477

  Muck was in the room. Dropped the bucket on the floor. Returned the push broom and dust pan where he found them inside the cabinet.

  “You can’t be done already?”

  “Not wiff all of it. Pit be gettin’ fill up wiff new water.”

  “Don’t let it overflow.”

  “Heard what you was sayin’ out there.” Muck tossed him the keys. “Just got me one question: What if the mothafuckah got everybody in the hood after us—and Five-O? How we gonna deal wiff all that?”

  “I warned you about being a doomsayer around me. I don’t give a fuck if the entire US fag army came after me; I don’t give a fuck if they got the Marines and the US Air Force to bust in here—you don’t run scared. None of it means a damned thing. They can’t touch me. The worst thing they can do to me, or to any of us, is throw us back in the whacko ward, the crazy house. How many times do I have to explain this to you, asshole?”

  “All right. I got it—”

  “CUT HIM, MISS BETTY! Start cutting this dumb asshole right now!”

  Before the old woman could move as instructed, Greta Otto made a deep sound in her throat, and went after Muck with her Black & Decker. Marvin made a beeline for the door. Greta followed suit.

  CHAPTER 478

  Marvin R. Muck could be heard cursing up a storm and moaning out there.

  “Shut up. You got off easy. Leave the water on. Bring the nozzle in here.”

  The deacon staggered in with a bloody nose and a pronounced limp, dragging the long hose behind. Dropped the nozzle end on the floor.

  “Like I said: Got off easy. Whatever it was she did to you, you got off light.” Biggs had had to unzip the slicker to adjust the Kevlar he was seldom without. He did that, zipped up. Asked Greta what happened out there.

  “Tripped on the door in the floor. Never touched the pathetic drip after that.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Too bad? That what you sayin’? Too bad? How come you the onliest one wiff a bulletproof? Where mine?”

  “Where’s yours?”

  “What I said.”

  “No, you said: ‘Where mine?’”

  “What if I did? That still don’t tell me why I ain’t got no Kevlar.”

  “I’ll tell you where yours is: Back at the Supply Sergeant where I bought this one.”

  “That be so fuckin’ funny I could drop a pile, me.”

  “So long as you don’t drop it on my stoop. Furthermore, I wasn’t trying to be funny, punk.”

  CHAPTER 479

  Olivia Duarte was revived with smelling salts, so was Rudy.

  “You can’t get this kind of entertainment on cable. What you get is crap on cable. They take your money and then turn around and short-change you. That’s how everything works these days. The only way to get the real McCoy is to go this route. Got to do it yourself. Want excitement in your life? Want to be truly entertained? You have to do it yourself. I hope you can all appreciate the trouble I had to go to, chances I had to take. Look at him—slowly coming to. Come on, Rudy. . . . There you go. You’re not dead—not yet. You’re alive, Rudy, my boy. Still alive—losing a great deal of blood because Miss Betty there amputated your worthless pecker and balls—but still alive. The pain is returning, anguish; it’s all back.”

  Teardrops and beads of sweat as large as pearls poured from Rudy’s face. His were deep groans that came from the very depths of his soul.

  “Kill me. . . . Please kill me. . . . Please, Mr. Trusty, kill me. . . .”

  “Ah, shit. Be a sport. I kill you now and spoil all the fun, deprive my Schutzstaffel. They have a right to this. Cooped up day in and day out. My people have a right to a little pleasure, the occasional che
ap thrill.”

  The twisted grin on Ionesco’s face projected the obvious: he was in total agreement. “I think he gonna kaput very soon.”

  “Nah. That kid there is made of good stuff. He’s too tough to wilt right away. People don’t succumb just because they’ve had their privates severed. Nah. Of course, he’ll die eventually due to extreme loss of the red stuff. That’s the way it always goes.”

  “Is that what you call in English one of them eunuchs now, Cecil?”

  “Yep. Eunuch. Of course he was one long before he got here.” Biggs leaned in near to Rudy Perez’s ear so that Miss Betty would not be able to hear. “What really pissed me off about you, Perez, was when you had your bitch over at your place that afternoon, had her on your sofa, had all of her clothes off practically—and you let her dictate the situation. Only a pansy let’s that happen.”

  Cecil raised his voice to normal. “That’s when I knew you had to have your joint disposed of. And Miss Betty did us proud.”

  CHAPTER 480

  Betty Rutterschmidt did not bother looking up, as she was preoccupied trying to figure out how to consume the bloody mess in her hands with the limited amount of teeth she had in her mouth. The solution came to her quickly enough: slicing and dicing with the straight razor. Popped pieces into her mouth. Did the same for her daughter, who stood at her side with her mouth wide open. What remained of the genitalia was the base of the penis and the scrotum and Miss Betty mulled it over in her head: how to proceed on to the testicles and to remind herself to savor the experience for all it was worth.