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The police car passed left to right, slowing. Christy barely even noticed it. When it U-turned and turned on its blue lights, Christy looked up. The officers were having a slow night. Very little going on, when they spotted the blonde sitting at the bus stop. Problem was, there were no buses running this route this late at night. She was wearing a denim dress with a light blue top. Her hair was short, but matted. Something was also obviously wrong with her. Anyone, citizens as well as criminals always noted police cars. It was simple human nature. This woman seemed to have something on her mind. They wheeled around and turned their lights on. She looked up then in a blank stare. Stepping out of the car, the driver holding a flashlight in one hand, his other on his pistol. His partner, in classic fashion, stood behind his opened car door covering his driver.
How are you? Is there something wrong ma'am?
No, was her feeble answer. I am just sitting here.
You know there's no bus coming for several hours, right?
I'm not waiting on a bus, just resting.
You really shouldn't be here Miss. You need to be getting on home now.
Home? The thought danced thru her head. Without meaning to, she blurted out, I don't have a home.
You don't? You can't stay here, it ain't safe.
C'mon, hop in, we'll take you to a shelter. Christy nearly fell when she tried to stand. The officer had to reach out and take her arm. Her face tensed and showed the pain she was feeling. Are you ok?
I'm fine, just need some rest.
She almost nodded off on the ride over. The short ride didn't last long. The large black woman eagerly took Christy in. Showing her to her cot, Christy collapsed into a deep sleep. Just as she drifted off, she noted the clock on the wall read 3:15.
The bright sunlight woke her. It was warm, comforting. Slowly rising, she stretched, only to feel the sharp pain in her stomach. Well, you did just give birth.
Birth.
My baby.
Gone.
Her hand found her stomach. It was still swollen. Her child, a son the nurse said, used to be there. Her titts were so full of milk. They where hurting, and with no child to drink. And now they were leaking severly. Her top, even her covers, were soaked in her milk.
Oh you're up?
The voice from behind startled Christy.
Turning to see a woman. Kindly, a bit on the heavy side, with her long, greying hair in a braid down her shoulder.
I was beginning to think you'd be sleeping all day. Come on over. I have breakfast and we can talk.
As Christy stood on wobbly legs, her top clung tightly to her sagging titts.
Oh my, we need to get you cleaned up. Follow me.
Christy trailed the kindly angel, using her arms to try and hide her seeping breasts. Rounding the corner, there were a series of shower stalls.
Everyone else is gone, so you'll have some privacy. You clean up, I'll get you something to wear. By the way, I'm Gail. Gail's voice trailed off as she left.
The shower was as hot as it was cleansing. Christy's knotted muscles began to spasm, then relax in the heated stream. Unfortunately, her breasts also reacted, a nearly steady stream of milk. 15 minutes later, Gail returned. I got you another outfit. Ummmmm…I also got you some tissues for your problem there, she said, indicating the lactating breasts.
I'll be outside. When you're done, come on out and we'll talk.
Gail spun and marched away. Christy finally finished, towelling herself off. Putting on first the bra, covering her nipples with the thick tissues. They were like open spigots. She pulled up the fresh pair of panties, then slipped the jeans on. The expandable beltline was actually comfortable. Thick white socks and sneakers, she was now dressed.
Gingerly strolling out to the kitchen area. Gail was waiting there for her. Have a seat hon, let's talk.
Christy sat slowly. Thank you.
My pleasure, hon. Go ahead, dig in and eat.
Christy grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon, link sausage and a glass of milk. She consumed them ravenously. Gail was smart enough to give her a few minutes. Christy hadn't had solid food for over 4 days now, and her body insisted she make up for lost time.
When Christy's eating slowed to a more normal, controlled speed, Gail decided to speak up. So, what's your story?
Story? Christy snorted, that's a laugh!
Ooooookayyyyy. Let's start with your name?
Christy.
You aren't required to give your last name here. We are here to help anyone that needs help. As a matter of fact, you don't have to say anything at all. I just had the impression you needed to talk.
Christy paused, thinking of what to do. Trying to find the words was something of a feat.
You can tell me as much or as little as you want, Gail said. Just what you're comfortable with.
I'mmmmm, not sure where to start.
Well, let's start with where your baby is?
Well, THAT wasn't too hard to figure out. Glancing downward slightly at her now ample titts.
He's with his dad. The pitiful part was, she wasn't sure if she were lying or not.
Really? I only ask because you don't seem so sure.
Christy paused again. Well, at least I guess he is. See, I'm not positive who the dad really is.
Ohhhhhh. I seeeeeeee.
This juicey tidbit of information caused Gail to need another cup of coffee. So, what happened?
The father and I aren't married. I already agreed that he could have the baby. I went into a coma during labor. When I woke up, the nurse told me he already had the baby, so…
Where are you from honey? For some reason, I get the impression you really don't belong here. Nothing personal…
Christy bowed her head, I'm not sure where I belong now. Christy's small voice spoke loud and clear, tell her EVERYTHING.
See, my husband, or the man that was my husband, didn't know I was pregnant.
Was your husband…?
Yeah, I left a couple of months ago, when I began to show.
And he never knew about the baby?
No, he was out of town so much… Christy was amazed that she was giving all of this so easily. She was telling her entire life.
Gail returned with the 3rd cup of coffee Christy knew about. Go on hon, giving her a friendly pat on her hand.
Christy was reaching for the words. She wanted to tell everything, maybe, but wasn't sure where to take the conversation now.
Did your husband divorce you? Did he know you were having an affair?
At the mention of the word affair, Christy seemed to be wounded.
Christy? Was it an affair, or… something else?
Slowly nodding yes.
How can you know the baby is not your husbands, but not know…
Gail answered her own question. Christy's downturned head and tears told everything. So there was more than 1?
Uh-huh.
Where have you been living since you left your husband?
His name is Dexter, one of the one's that may be the father.
And you wanted to be there?
I guess, the question never really came up.
Gail now kept her hand wrapped in Christy's, holding them fondly.
So you went to the hospital, had the baby, went into a coma, left the hospital, sat on a bench at 3 in the morning until the police brought you here?
In that one short exchange, Gail had perfectly described the last 4 days. Yes.
I noticed you had hospital sandals by your bed while you slept. Are you ok?
Oh yeah, I'm fine.
Its just odd that they would dismiss you so late. Christy ignored that inquiry. After a few moments of silence, Gail decided to move the conversation along, try and keep Christy talking. Is there anyone you're wanting to call? Anyone I can contact for you? I'm sure there are people worried about you.
Christy had thought long and hard about that already. Surely her mom, dad, sisters would be worried about her. What had Dwight told them? Was he still looking? Were they? Did anyone ever look for her?
You can call anyone you want, long distance is not an issue.
Just then, another of the workers walked in, a drunken bum shambling behind her.
Looks like you have some thinking to do, Ch risty. If its ok, I need to help with this. We can talk later if you want to?
I'm fine. You go ahead. I may go for a walk, clear my head, if that's ok?
Sure hon. Just let me know how I can help.
Christy stood, feeling a bit more strength in her still knotted leg muscles. She walked out into the warm sun. It was amazing, she hadn't realized how much she missed it. On the way out, she had grabbed an extra set of tissues, just in case. She took a deep breath, or at least as deep a breath as she could. She was still in pain.
Finding a park bench, Christy finally surrendered to the questions that had been nagging at her. Gail was right, bless her heart. She did need to let her family know she was ok. Her first question was, was Dwight still a part of that family? Somehow, she was going to need to map out where her life went from here.
After an hour of some serious introspection, Christy decided what she needed to do. Walking back into the shelter, she waved at Gail, indicating she would like to use the phone. Gail motioned it was ok.
Her hand shook as she dialed the home number first. She was partially amazed she still remembered the number, if he hadn't changed it. Dwight's voice jarred her. Even though it was just his voice on the answering machine, she was shaken. Without meaning to, she hung up the phone. Ok, the next call would be to his work. Suddenly she was confronted with another problem. His administrative assistant, Angela, may well have recognized her voice, and being the thourough worker bee she was would insist on getting a name before transferring any call to Dwight.
Angela answered.
Ummmmmm…Angela, is Dwight in?
Who may I say is calling?
Angela, its me, Christy.
There was a long silence.
Ummmmmmm… Christy?
Yes Angela, is Dwight in?
Uhhhhh… oh my God, is it REALLY you Christy?
Yes, I really need to talk to Dwight.
Ok, sure, ummmmmmm… He's not in the office right now. Do you have his new cell number?
Probably not.
Here, let me get it for you.
Thanks.
A couple of minutes on hold, and Angela gave the number to Christy. Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number. Her fingers could barely stay on the buttons as she got to the last digit.
On the 2nd ring, she heard his voice.
His live voice.
This is Dwight, he said tersely.
Dwight?
Yes?
Dwight, its Christy.
Again silence.
Christy? Is it really you?
Yeah, listen, we need to get together and talk. Where and when can we meet?
Ummmmmmm… Wow. Tonight. Can you make it to the house tonight? Say 10pm?
Yeah, why so late?
I've got a meeting I can't get out of. Unless it's an emergency…
No, keep your meeting. This has waited 3 months, a couple of more hours won't matter.
Dwight was stung by the rebuke. Look, if we need to…
No, Christy interrupted. Its ok. I'll be there at 10 tonight.
She hung the phone up quickly. She just didn't feel like dealing with any shit. Gail was approaching.
Well?
I'm going to visit my husband.
Gail's face brightened, but only for a moment. Christy's expression was a dead giveaway.
I take it the conversation was not all it could have been?
No, it was fine. I'm just now sure what we're going to do. Listen, I don't have the money for a cab, let alone having a car. Could I…?
There's no money for a cab here either, but I can give you a couple of bus passes. Is your house on a bus route?
I think so.
We need to check a schedule and get you moving.
Actually, I'm not due at the house until 10pm tonight.
Oh ok. Well let's check anyway.
Turns out, there was a bus route that ran into the neighborhood, within a couple of blocks of the house. Unfortunately, with the necessary connections, she would be having to leave now anyway.
Gail was generous with the warm hugs. Call me if you need me to pick you up. I wish I could take you but…
You're busy, I understand.
The buses were nothing if not punctual. She got to her old neighborhood at about 8:45. She had an hour or so to blow. She wandered thru the winding streets. The large houses were as beautiful as she remembered. Even this late, there were bar-b-ques going still. Several pool parties, no doubt. She remembered looking forward to the beginning of the season. At least she was 9 months ago. Christy kept to herself. Remeniscing about her time here. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Christy had to estimate the time, with no watch. She found herself at the foot of the driveway, should be sometime around 10. She paused. Now was the time to turn. Call Gail and tell her it just didn't work out.
No, I have to do this. I can't get on with my life until i deal with this.
She hesitated at the walkway. Breathing deeply again, here I go, she muttered to herself. Glancing up, she thought she saw Dwight's shadow in the upstairs bedroom window.
Gently knocking on the door, she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. The door opened suddenly, startling Christy.
Dwight had been upstairs watching for Christy. He had seen her hesitation at the foot of the driveway. His patience was rewarded when she walked up the drive. She still had some weight on her. Her hair was now cut short, but he would know her anywhere.
Hi Dwight.
Hey, ummmmm…
The moment was awkward.
Ummmmmm… Come on in. Holding the door open for Christy. She walked in. The house was kept darker than she had remembered. Glancing around, she noticed that the furniture had been changed.
Let's go into the den and have a seat.
Christy followed.
Go ahead, have a seat. Would you like a drink?
Um, yeah, sure. That would be great. Christy made her way to the sofa.
Dwight poured a glass of chablis. He still remembers, she thought to herself. Dwight poured a glass of red, his usual drink of choice. Handing her the glass, Dwight sat in the large, leather chair across from Christy.
Well, where should we start? Dwight asked.
Christy was trying so hard to look Dwight in the eyes, trying to guage some sort of reaction from him. How have you been?
Well, I'm better now. Things were rough when you first left. But I've gotten better. You?
She sighed.
Bowing her head slightly, she gritted her teeth.
Taking a full swig of the wine, she inhaled deeply, exhaling it slowly.
I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, don't I?
I would think so. What the hell did you do Christy?
Another moment's pause.
Dwight, 9 months ago I was raped.
He drew back. Was this the drifter that…
There was never a drifter Dwight. It was some of the kids in my class, or at least what used to be my class. 3 of them, with 2 of their friends.
Christy was on a roll and decided to just press thru to the bitter end.
On a friday, they attacked me in my classroom. After they finished, they robbed me, then took my drivers license. They got the address to here, Dwight. They said if I told anyone, they would come after you.
After it happened, I thought I would just keep it to myself. I reported the robbery so the insurance would cover everything.
What did they do?
I would really rather not go into the gory details.
Oh, ok.
Anyway, like I said, I thought that was the end of it. I was going to quit my job. Obviously, I couldn't keep working at the school. That same weekend though, they came by here. They used my license, and found their way here. They raped me again and again. This time, they even brought others with them. They… They brought women with them. I was raped by all of them, including the women.
It was then that they told me that if I did quit, they would come back. They said they would kill you.
I was so scared. Scared of what they would do to you, scared that they would attack me again.
That next week, I went to a clinic in the city. I was told there that not only did I have syphillus, but I was…
She couldn't get the words out.
Pregnant, Dwight whispered.
Tears welled in Christy's eyes. She shook her head yes.
But why d idn't you…
I couldn't Dwight. They told me if I aborted the baby, they would kill both of us.
But how would they know, if…
I was scared, Christy screamed.
I was just so scared. She buried her face in her hands.
The room was silent for a bit.
Dwight stood, took Christy's glass and refilled it. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him. Her pitiful, small round face staring up.
Don't you know that I was scared for you, for me?
Why don't you finish, Dwight said. Drink this, handing her the glass.
She downed the glass quickly.
Ok, I'll try and finish.
Christy tried to compose herself.
So, what happened then?
Gathering her thoughts, Christy pressed on with the narrative. I took the shots for the syphillus. I told them I wouldn't tell anyone anything. They kept coming back though. You were never here, and they just kept coming back again and again. By then, I had already lied to you, work, my parents, everyone. And they knew it. They just knew I wasn't going to tell anyone. All I could think of was, I had to protect you.
Dwight's eyes twitched at that.
Oh Dwight, I'm not blaming you baby. Ok? I'm just saying I was trying to protect you. They would have killed you.
I understand what you are saying, go on, he said tersely.
Finally, I was getting so pregnant I couldn't hide it anymore. They forced me to go with them. You have to understand, my only choice was to either go with them, or tell you. I was so afraid you would find out, that you would hate me. So I went with them. I stayed there for 3 months. 5 days ago, I went into labor. I spent 3 nights in a hospital in a coma, then last night in a homeless shelter. Now here I am.
Christy finished her glass. Dwight was nearly finished with his. He sat, stoic, deadly silent. Was he trying to understand what he had heard?
He would just say nothing.
Dwight, please say something. Say anything.
You did all of that, for me? To protect me?
Yes, yes I did.
You lied, let men climb on you, fuck you, then you lied to me again, all to protect me?
The anger behind those words was clear.
Well, I guess that's all I have to say Dwight.
Christy stood, setting her glass aside. She was a bit wobbly, quite easily understood, after all she had been thru. You can file for divorce. I won't fight anything. I guess I don't deserve anything from you. I'll just show up and sign anything you want me to.
As she walked past Dwight, he reached out to her. His hand found her arm, gently holding her there. Slowly rising in his chair, his eyes met hers. She searched in his eyes. Looking, praying for some sign of love, kindness.
I missed you so much, she sobbed to him.
His fingers slipped under her chin, lifting her face back to his.
I missed you too baby. So very, very much.
His hand slid down her arm, finding her hand. His fingers gently closed in hers. Slowly he led her to the bottom of the stairs. Christy stopped.
Dwight, are you sure? Are you really sure?
He gave no answer. Just led her up the stairs. Christy's head was swimming. She was dizzy. Was this really happening? She could barely feel her feet. She had to lean on Dwight when they got to the top of the stairs. Resting her head on his shoulder, Dwight led Christy to the bedroom.
She had to ask one more time, just to make sure this was real.
Dwight, are you sure about this?
Christy, I've never been more sure about anything in my life.
His hand locked around her throat. Christy's mind reeled. She tried to tell him he was being too rough, but gagged on the words. Dwight jerked Christy towards him, his mouth to her ear.
Did you really think I would bed a whore like you? He hissed. How could you POSSIBLY think I would let a slut like you back in my life.
Christy felt her body flying, landing on the bed. First her right hand, then her left were jerked up, tied to the bed post. Then each ankle.
W-w-w-what are you doing? Dwight…?
She felt her white polo pullover being ripped open. Her full breasts screamed in pain as his fingers slid into her bra, rending the fabric.
Not too rough, she heard in a thick french canadian accent. She must be unharmed.
Glancing towards the bed, Christy saw Jaques, followed by Angela, walking into the bedroom.
W-w-what are you doing? Someone help…
Christy's pleas were cut short.
He walked in, trailing Angela.
It was Tyrone.
YOUUUUUUUU!!!
Christy's scream was filled with hate. Her mind was just so clouded, she could not understand what was going on. She felt her grip on conciousness losing its tenuious grip.
That shit you gave me works well, Tyrone, Dwight said with glee in his voice. She's weak as a kitten and fading fast.
Christy couldn't take her eyes off Tyrone. What was he doing here? Why now? What was going on?
Our client will be here soon. She must be prepared, gushed Jaques.
Client? What the hell was he talking about? Christy could not even form the words of protest. What was wrong with her? What was Dwight talking about? Prepared? Prepared for what? Her mind raced, but her thoughts were uncontrollable. Why couldn't she concentrate?
You remember me baby?
Christy's soul froze at hearing Tyrone.
She felt his cold, cruel, powerful hands slip inside her jeans, pulling them down. Oh God no, please not this. No more of this. Christy tried so hard, she really did. She wanted to protest. Wanted to scream in outrage. Give voice to her anger. All she could manage was to mumble, spit in protest. Her panties slid away with her jeans. Someone was pulling her shoes and socks off. Angela? What was she doing? Why were she and Jaques here?
She was naked on the bed. Lying fully exposed. A cold numbness was slowly taking her body. The chill seemed to be working from her feet, up her legs, throughout her body. Cold, numb, no longer able to control her extremeties.
Tyrone made no attempt to hide his pleasure, as he opened his pants. His member was larger than she remembered.
He was stroking it. Betchu' remember this too, don'tcha bitch.
All Christy could manage was to feebly shake her head no. Her eyes begging for mercy.
There was none here.
Tyrone climbed on the bed. On his knees, between her legs, his free hand roughly massaging Christy's clit. His thick thumb slid inside her. Christy's pussy was still stretched from having given birth just a few days prior. However, Tyrone's thumb violating her dry pussy still made her wince in pain.
Yeah, you remember this, I jus' know you do.
He plowed his rod into her. A vicious assault. He thrust into her again and again. Christy's body locked in pain. Crying for relief, but there was none to be given. His cock was sawing in and out of her. Filling her pussy, again.
Was this hell?
Had she died and gone to hell?
Dwight leaned toward's Christy's face. She glanced over. Her eyes begging for him to stop this.
Are you protecting me NOW bitch? Are you doing this for ME?
Christy's heart broke into little pieces. What was she going to do now?
Tyrone was steadily pounding her now. His fingers were stroking her clit, in unison with each thrust. Her body reacted, as it always did for Tyrone. Her pussy fairly gushed. Wave after wave of orgasm spilled over her. Groans escaped her lips, as Tyrone grunted. Ramming his cock fully into her. She vaguely felt his balls slapping her bare ass as he hammered each time. Tyrone slid his hands under Christy's ass, squeezing it. Her body responded in kind. Though stretched, her pussy closed around his rod, puckering to milk him. The pussy hissed each time he pulled his cock away, leaving only the tip inside. Then slurped when he rammed it back in. She felt his cock spew cum inside her. Coating the inside with warm, thick goo. He pulled out, Christy's pussy sealed around his cock, squeezing every drop of cum from him. She couldn't help it, biting her lower lip, moaning. He had always been able to get that reaction from her.
How did you like it? Does it usually turn you on so much to "protect" me, Dwight said, his voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. Christy was nearly paralyzed. It's good to know you love me so much that you'll cum for any dick rammed into your whore pussy. Oh, and Tyrone here tells me how much you LOVE sucking dick. Let's find out.
Dwight stood, opening his pants. Terrified, Christy glanced around, seeing Jaques, Angela and Tryone all gathered around, watching the scene with obvious satisfaction. He reached over, grabbing Christy's hair by the back of her head, pulling her face towards his hardened cock.
This is what you like? This is what you want? Great, here it is.
He rammed his cock into her mouth. Filling her cheeks with his meat, sliding her head back and forth. Christy was in such a state, she could do nothing about it. She tried to pull away, with no luck. She tried to close her mouth to keep him out, and couldn't. She even tried to bite down in a fit of anger, to no avail. Dwight was obviously enjoying himself immensley. His cock was reaching the back of her throat, gagging her. And Dwight could not care less. If anything, that only made it better. Christy was helpless and everyone here knew it. Everyone here was loving it. Just when she thought it could get no worse, she felt Dwight's leg muscles tense. She knew what was coming. But knowing wasn't enough. His cock spewed jet sream of goo after jet stream. The thick soup fired into her throat, cutting off her breath. She coughed. Still more cum. It filled her throat. In trying to catch her breath thru her nose, she ended up gagging the cum thru her nose. The creamy ooze coated her mouth, her throat.
Finally, he jerked her head back. Mercy had nothing to do with it, he was just thru using her face as a fucktoy. Christy's head rolled back, Dwight's cum still bubbling out of her nose. A stream trailed from the tip of his cock to her lips. The stream broke, pooling up on her cheek, drying there. All she could do was lie there.
Dwight stood, pulling his pants back up. And to think, for all the times you never would do this for me. All I had to do was just treat you like the cum-sucking slut you are.
My God, this was hell. Christy wasn't sure, but thought she was crying.
There are headlights pulling into the driveway, Jaques said suddenly. He paused. It's them. Angela, you go and get Christy's little surprise, we shall go down and meet our clients, Jaques ordered.
Normally, Angela would have been offended. Wasn't she as much a partner in this as the others? But in this case, she was really going to enjoy herself.
The men headed down the stairs, while Angela left the room, only to return a moment later with something in her arms. Christy couldn't make it out. At least, not until she heard the baby cooing.
I have a surprise for you.
No, it couldn't be. How could they…?
Angela laid the baby on Christy's chest.
The…white baby?
What the hell?
Why the surprised look, Christy? See, Dwight ran into your little lesbian friend. He even took her out. Got her drunk and she told him EEEEEVERYTHING!! That's how we found out as much as we did. All he had to do then was just find Tyrone. Didn't take them too long to hatch this little scheme. Tyrone sent your favorite nigger lover, Dexter, to fetch Teasha and the baby. They took the baby, then buried them. Together for eternity. Wasn't that sweet of them?
Christy couldn't care less if Teasha was dead. She deserved to die, the more horrible death the better. But Dexter? He was still just a boy. It was odd that this would affect her so much.
The baby instinctively reached out, taking a nipple in its mouth to suckle. Even with no teeth, Christy never knew a baby could hurt her so much. Her eyes bore down on the baby, not understanding how this could be.
Doesn't he look like Dwight? I think he has his eyes. Don't you?
Christy's eyes flared, that was impossible. Dwight COULDN'T be the father, could he?
Looks like you underestimated your husband. That's a bad habit you've got, Angela said.
Leaning down to Christy, to make sure only Christy could hear her, she whispered, I have learned he is VERRRRY impressive. Giving Christy a naughty wink. Angela paused for a moment, allowing the thought to sink in.
Yes, dear Christy. I've gotten used to taking care of your husband, after you abandoned him to be a whore.
The sound of the men downstairs was getting louder. They were coming up the stairs. Who was this? What was going on?
Oh, before they get back up here, I just wanted to let you know that not only will I PERSONALLY take care of Dwight, I'll be taking care of the baby too. Angela reached over, lifting the child from Christy's chest.
This was beyond cruel.
I will be the only mother Dwight Jr. will ever know. Angela ended with an evil cackle.
The room was suddenly full of men. Strange men Christy had never met. What was going on? One of them reached over, using his knife to cut her wrists free, then her ankles. Somehow, Christy knew they weren't doing her a favor. He slid his hand between her shoulders, lifting her. A leather collar was fastened around her neck. Another leather strap was tied around her wrists held behind her back, then another around her ankles. Christy's legs were bent back. A longer leather strap was fastened to the strap on her ankles, then thru her wrist restraints. The buckle was then clipped to the lead on her collar. It was tightened, leaving her completely hogtied.
The man tying her stood, surveying the room. It is good that the merchandise is in such good shape. Well worth the money we paid for it. His eyes fell on Angela as he said the last part. She was uncomfortable.
Jaques had been the final piece to this puzzle. He alone could introduce Dwight, Tyrone and these men. She had never liked them, and even though she too was to profit from this, was decidedly uneasy around them. They were cruel animals.
Is all in readiness, asked their leader.
Yes, we are ready, answered Jaques.
Let us begonne then.
Holding Dwight Jr. in her arms, Angela took Jaques arm. Leaning in to whisper to him. Jaques baby, is it really necessary that I go too?
Oh yes, we must all go. You were such a valuable part of this.
Angela paused a moment, trying to think of a good reason to be able to stay. She had no desire to have anymore to do with this, past the money, and of course, past waking up next to Dwight. Unfortunately, she was at a loss. She would have to go because that was the plan that Jaques and Dwight had laid out for her.
The last one out the door, Angela looked from vehicle to vehicle. Dwight called her over, taking Dwight Jr. from her and putting him in the carseat. Christy's limp body was being lifted into a trailer, hooked to the SUV the clients were driving. It looked more like a livestock carrier than anything else. She was tossed in to roll around on the hay. At this time of night, there would be no one to be a witness. Besides, the final exchange was to take place way out in the sticks. Angela never understood why it couldn't just be done here. Oh well, Jaques and Dwight seemed to know what they were doing.
Ummmmm…looks like we didn't allow for enough room in the vehicle. You'll either have to ride with them, or in the carrier with Christy.
The clients had made no secret of the fact that to them, all women were property. And as such, were to be taken, bartered, traded and sold. Cold, evil men that Angela couldn't stand to be around for long.
Ummmmmmm… Do I really have to go, Angela asked?
Jaques gave her a disapproving look.
Ummmmmmm… I guess I'll just ride in the carrier.
This became all the more interesting, because as the truck hauling the trailer jerked forward, Christy seemed to be coming too. Were the drugs wearing off already? Quickly leaving the exclusive neighborhood, they pulled onto an old highway. There were no other cars. Christy began to moan. The headache caused by the drugs was dreadful.
W-w-w-where am I?
W-w-what is going on?
As best as she could, Christy tried to look around. To get an eye on her surroundings.
Why am I…?
Well hello there, SLUT! Angela said spitefully.
If she were going to have to be back here, she might as well enjoy it.
What is going on?
YOU are being taken to your new owners. I am going to be extremely wealthy.
Angela? What is going on? Why are you doing this?
Like I said, to be wealthy. Oh, and for your husband, AND your baby.
Is that really my baby Angela? Tell me please. I have to know.
Oh yes. It's the baby you and Dwight made. Or rather, it WAS your baby. I'll be there for him, AND for his father.
What do you mean that I am about to make you wealthy?
Hmmmmmmm… Let's just say, that you'll be providing for Dwight, and Dwight Jr. of course, twice.
Christy was still struggling to catch up.
First, from the money that is made from selling you. That actually turned out to be a pretty penny. Jaques arranged that. I was the one that came up with the 2nd payoff. See, I suggested that Dwight make sure that you were…"properly" insured. We've managed to have over 3 million dollars in life insurance coverage placed on you. All we have to do now, is release the information about what you've been doing and where you've been. Then wait until the police declare you dead, then all that money goes to Dwight. Oh, and I WILL be there to help him collect.
The truck seemed to slow, making 1 last turn.
Please Angela, don't do this. You can have all the money, you can even have Dwight. But please don't do this. Just let me take my baby and I will leave for good.
Angela cut her off, waving her hand. Save it. I can get all of that, AND the satisfaction of seeing you hauled off in an airplane, whisked off to your new home, your new owner.
Christy struggled for someway to convince Angela to aid her. She didn't know Jaques that well, Dwight and Tyrone were a waste of time.
The truck slowed to a stop. The men got out, as Dwight pulled his car along side.
All the men got out, and were huddled off to the side, out of earshot of Angela.
Ummm… Guys? If you'd be so good as to open up here please? They ignored her.
Jaques? Dwight?
They had their backs to her, ignoring her.
Finally, Tyrone left the huddle, approaching the carrier. Not enjoying the accomodations?
No, and I'd like to get out of here. And be quick about it.
Angela had never particularly cared for Tyrone. He was necessary, but more and more she saw him as being more of a pest than a help.
Well now, that weren't too nice.
Look, I don't care how it sounded. Do your damned job and get me out of here.
Angela was at the back gate. Christy was still tied and would be no problem there. Why was this idiot stalling? She had her hands on the gate, and ws growing more and more impatient with Tyrone.
Jaques approached the cage.
Oh my dearest Angela. How foolish you women truly are. Did you really think that I never knew about your little affair with Dwight? That I would have ever allowed it to happen, had I not wanted it to?
An icey chill ran down her spine.
What are you saying Jaques? Get me out of here. NOW!
Jaques turned back to the car. Dwight was on the drivers side.
Dwight, help me. PLEEEEEASE!!!
He merely shook his head, smiled, waved goodbye and got in the car.
Angela felt incredible pain from her left arm. Turning to it, she saw Tyrone had her arm twisted thru the bars of the cage. His other hand was prying her wedding rings from her finger. Behind her, she heard Christy's muffled cry as the men hauled her thru the front gate. Another set of men entered the cage. They had another set of leather straps, and were approaching her.
Dwight and Jaques slowly pulled away. Angela's screams filled the night as they slowly rolled the windows up. Jaques gave Dwight a puzzled look.
Too cold for the baby. Also too noisey.
Jaques gave him a smile, pulling out the life insurance policy on Angela, naming him as the beneficiary.