I started giving myself an erection when she brought the food in. I would rub myself for her. She would watch for a little whi
le, but then she would leave. It wasn’t enough for her.
I needed to do something else.
I got to the point where I would get closer to ejaculation when she came in the door. She never would be there long enough to see me cum - so I started masturbating earlier. She would come in the room around the same time every day for each meal. I started guesstimating the time when she would come in. One day just as she set the tray of food on the ground, I came on the floor in front of the tray. My cum actually splashed onto her when it hit the ground.
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 clo
thes 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 a
nticipation 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 d
oor behind her as she came in.
“I’m glad to see you’re all clean now,” she said as she s
lowly 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.”