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 The Landlord

   by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

   Chapter 8 Nadir

   Did you know ceilings get cracks in them?  They just do.  The wood
expands and contracts as the house gets warm during the day, then cold at
night.  The weight of furniture, or people walking, or even the stress of
snow on the roof causes these little tiny cracks to form.  I knew this
because for hours I had been lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling,
studying the cracks.

   It was all I could do.  I couldn't eat.  I couldn't sleep.  I couldn't
move.  Kathy Lee's confession looped over and over and over again in my
mind.  I replayed the events of the last several weeks in my head, starting
with the day Jenny offered to perform 'service' in lieu of rent, except
this time...  this time, I knew the truth.  I knew about Jenny's awful
childhood.  I knew about the awful secret of Katie's parentage -- and
Jenny's.  I knew about her fucked up mother.

   The pieces came together to form an awful, ugly jigsaw puzzle.  How
could this revolting tapestry of sex and abuse and disgusting incest come
together to form Jenny's life?  Sweet, beautiful Jenny....

   Kathy Lee's father was just a sick sonuvabitch.  That's all I could
figure about him.  His wife had some mental disorder, maybe from his sick
abuse, who knows?  Maybe he had nothing to do with it, but at some point,
he started turning to his daughter for sex.  For all she knew, it was love.
It was perfectly normal.  When she got pregnant by her own fucking father,
in her screwed up mind, it was all okay.

   Then the sick bastard dies -- heart attack she said -- and leaves her a
single mom.  Jenny grows up watching her mom whore herself out for rent. 
Then Kathy Lee finds some other piece of work to take care of her and her
baby, and when he starts molesting poor, sweet Jenny...  she just lets him.
Hell, she's happy about it.  She thinks it's love.

   Then when Jenny wakes the fuck up, pregnant by her stepfather, she calls
the cops, has his ass thrown in prison for a good long time and gets the
hell out of that sick house.  Good for her.

   Until now.  Until she met me.  God, I'm such an asshole.  Just because
*she* made the offer, somehow, I thought it was alright.  What is wrong
with me?

   I look back at those asshole men in Jenny's life.  Her father, her
stepfather, and I hate them.  They're the scum of the earth.  Then, I look
at myself and...  I'm no better.  Not one single shred better.

   FUCK!

   I fucking hate myself so much right now.  What the fuck do I do?  How do
I make this right?  There's got to be a way.  Think, man, think.

   ***

   I had been here before.  Standing at Jenny's door, wracked with guilt,
too cowardly to knock.  I found the courage to do it before.  Just do it,
man.  Knock.  Get it over with.  Tell her, "No more 'service', Jenny." And
this time tell her why.  All of it.  And tell her you'll get help.  You and
her together.  You'll see a counselor, you'll work this through.

   I knocked.  There, I did it.

   The door opened and, there she was, beautiful, just beautiful.  Her hair
was all in curls.  She must've had it done again.  It looked ...  *she*
looked amazing.  She was wearing a tight white turtleneck sweater and white
jeans that clung to her legs like they had been painted on.

   "Come in and sit down," she said coldly.  She sat on the easy chair
across from the couch.  I sat down.

   She was...  she was mad.  I could see her biting her lip.  Her eyes were
stern.  She was really angry.

   "I know what you did," she said.  "I know what you and your fucking
whore did YOU SICK FUCK!"

   "Jenny, wait!  What..." I couldn't get a word in.  What was going on?

   "You sick, sick fuck!" she was furious, screaming at the top of her
lungs.  "You fucked my mother on my fucking bed when Katie was right here!
Right fucking here!" She was pointing violently at Katie's room.  She was
fuming mad.  Her entire body was tense and shaking.  She was brimming with
anger.  "How could you!  How could even THINK of doing something so FUCKING
SICK???"

   I buried my head in my hands.  "Oh, God, Jenny, I'm so sorry," I began.

   "Sorry?" she yelled.  "You're sorry?  You fucked my mom and screamed MY
NAME so loud, my 10-year-old daughter could make out every word of it and
you're SORRY?"

   "Jenny, please, listen to me," I tried again.

   "NO!  You listen to ME now, you sick fuck," she shouted angrily,
asserting herself.  "You get the hell out of here.  You go straight to your
fucking lawyer.  You tell him you want a contract.  You're going to give me
and Katie lifetime use of this apartment for fucking free, you got that? 
Katie and I live here, for the rest of our lives for free.  And then you,"
she paused and closed her eyes, summoning her strength.

   "You never, NEVER come here again.  If anything breaks, Mr.  Raymond
fixes it.  You tell him that, because I am NOT calling you.  You pay the
utilities.  You pay the taxes.  You pay fucking everything until you are
FUCKING DEAD.

   "If you ever, EVER come here again, if you so much as look at me or
Katie ever again, I will make sure you rot in prison for fucking ever you
sick, SICK pedo piece of shit!"

   "Jenny, please," I begged her.  "Please, listen to me.  I know...."

   She grabbed the TV remote and threw it at me.  "GET THE FUCK OUT OF
HERE!"

   And so it ended.  That was that.  I did what Jenny said.  I had my
lawyer draw up the papers and I signed them.  I didn't do it because I was
afraid of going to prison.  I did it because, it was what I should have
done in the first place.  I should have taken care of her.  I keep looking
back at that one moment.  That brief instant where it all went wrong.  When
I should have said 'no' to Jenny's indecent proposal.  Actually, it was
before that.  When Jenny was short on the rent again, why did I threaten to
kick her out?  It's not like I needed the money that bad.  I knew she
needed help.  I was just being a prick.

   And now...  now, I'm truly suffering for it.  I actually do wish Jenny
would turn me in.  I don't deserve this.  I don't deserve to be free, to
have this life.

   Every night, I lie in bed and Jenny fills my thoughts.  She left a huge
void in my heart.  Every night, the pain comes.  It's more pain than I ever
thought possible.  It's the pain felt by her absence.  Knowing I will never
see her again.  Worse yet, knowing that I betrayed her.  The guilt was
almost unbearable, but I endured it.  I endured it because it was pain I
deserved to feel.  I wanted to feel it.  I wasn't in prison, but I had to
endure some punishment for what I'd done.  For the terrible betrayal I
inflicted on the woman I ...  No, it's too late.  It's too late for me to
admit that.  Pain is all I have now.

   ***

   I was never much of a drinker.  Alcohol, well it just doesn't taste good
and being drunk is just scary.  Falling down all over the place, being out
of control of your body, not being able to think straight.  No thank you!

   But pain can do funny things to you.  I started drinking.  When I drank,
I thought.  I thought about Jenny, mostly, but other things.  Strange
things.  Like Kathy Lee.

   That's how I ended up here.  I was drunk (just a little) standing in
front of a rundown trailer in the middle of a rundown trailer park.  The
screen door hung precariously on its hinges.  I took another swig from my
bottle of ...  what was this shit anyway?  Something strong.  I'll have to
send Mr.  Raymond up to fix that door, I thought.  Oh wait, this isn't my
trailer park.  It's not my fucking problem.  It's ...  it's....

   Oh, that's right.  It's Kathy Lee's...!  That's why I was here!  To see
Kathy Lee!

   The screen door rattled violently as I pounded on it, threatening to
fall off its hinges.

   I waited and waited.  I pounded again.  Then, the door opened and there
she was!  My Jenny!  Well, not really...  it was her sister though...  her
sister and her mom, all rolled into one!

   "Hello, lover!" she said with a smile, happy to see me (and maybe just a
bit drunk, too).  She gave me a big hug.  "C'mon in, Sugar.  It's been
ages!"

   I entered her trailer, penetrating a fog of sweltering heat.

   Kathy Lee was wearing a bathrobe.  I'll bet she wasn't wearing much
underneath.  In this sweat lodge of a trailer, I couldn't blame her.  I
stripped off my cold-weather clothes.

   "C'mere, Sweetheart," I called to her.  "Give me some lovin'." I reached
out and pulled her to me for a kiss.

   "Darlin', are you drunk?" she asked.  She laughed.  "Why, I don't think
I've ever seen you drink anything stronger than coffee!  What's wrong,
lover?"

   I looked away.  You know damn well what's wrong.  It's because of you
that I'm in this mess.  If you weren't such a stupid whore, we wouldn't
have fucked right there in Jenny's apartment.  Now she fucking hates me. 
Hell, *I* hate me.

   "Awww, ain't nothing I can't fix," she said as she kissed me again.  She
let her robe fall open and pressed her body against me.  I could feel her
soft bare breasts press against my chest.  I put an arm around her and
caressed her back.

   Her kiss was magical.  It was soothing and arousing at the same time.  I
put my other arm around her and pulled her tight.  My cock began to stir. I
was still mad at her, but I was horny too.  I wanted to fuck her.

   Yeah, that's it.  I could fuck her and punish her all at the same time.

   I pulled my cock out of my pants.  "On your knees," I told her.

   She eagerly complied.  I stripped as she sucked my cock.  I grabbed the
back of her head and began face fucking her violently.  She gagged loudly
as my cock rammed into the back of her throat.  I pulled out to let her
cough, then fucked her face again.

   "That's it, bitch," I said forcefully.  "Take this cock.  Take it all
the way back.  DO IT!"

   And she did.  She took me, all of me.  She choked and gagged.  Her body
convulsed and threatened to vomit a couple times, but she took it all.  I
held her by the hair and fucked her face.

   Finally, I decided I needed something more.  She let out a gasp of
relief as I pulled out of her mouth.  She wiped off the drool oozing from
her mouth and onto her chest.

   "Goddamn, Lover," she said between breaths.  "Somethin' fierce has
gotten into you!"

   "Get up," I barked at her.  She did.  "Turn around, put your arms flat
on the table and bend over."

   I pulled the bathrobe off her as she walked forward to the kitchen table
in silent obedience.

   She bent over, showing me that perfect ass.  I pulled down her white
cotton panties and fingered her lovely pussy.  She was wet for me.  I
caressed her lower back, my finger tracing the design of her little tramp
stamp tattoo.  I fingered her pussy again, getting myself wet with her
juices.

   "My pussy is so ready for you, lover," she said.  "Give it to me."

   Then, I fingered her asshole, working it with her pussy juice.  I pushed
the head of my cock against the entrance.

   "You don't deserve to get fucked in the pussy, not anymore," I said. 
"This is all that's left for you after what you've done."

   I shoved my cock in her ass, forcing my way past her sphincter.  She
yelped loudly.

   "Oww!  Gentle, lover, gentle!" she protested.

   "You didn't mind it rough when we fucked in Jenny's apartment so loud
that Katie could hear," I said angrily.  "You didn't want it gentle then!"

   I kept fucking her, plowing my way into her ass, enjoying her tightness.


   "Oh, FUCK!" she cried out as I slammed into her.  "Fuck!  This is... 
this is too rough, lover...  I...  Slow down, pl..  please, slow down."

   "Did you tell your Daddy to slow down when he fucked Jenny?" I barked at
her.  I slammed my cock into her again.  "Take it you whore!  Take it like
Jenny had to!"

   I fucked her ass vigorously, slamming my cock into her rectum with no
concern for her pleasure or pain.  Her cries of protest only fueled my
lust. I needed this.  I need her asshole, her filthy, filthy asshole.

   I gripped her waist tightly and pulled her into me as I slammed forward.


   "Oh, FUCK, lover!" she cried out again.  She began to whine, "Fuck me...
fuck me!" but it wasn't a plea for more, it was a realization of what was
going on.  She was fucked -- quite literally fucked.

   "You lousy, worthless whore!" I yelled at her as I slammed my cock deep
in her ass.  "You're a worthless mother!  This is the only thing you're
good for now!"

   I buried my cock in her ass again.  I grabbed her hands and pushed her
forward on the table.  Her head lay on the table and her breasts flattened
against the surface.  I brought her hands behind her back and held wrists.
I wanted her to feel helpless.  She was at my mercy.

   I began to thrust into her faster.  I stayed buried in her ass and
pushed in and out with quick, short bursts.  Her whole body shook and
quivered as I assaulted her anus.  My cock enjoyed her tightness.  I
enjoyed the power I felt giving this stupid whore what she deserved for
ruining my life, for ruining Jenny's life, for being a stupid, worthless
bitch.

   Then, I felt it.  A burst of cum erupted into Kathy Lee's ass.  Then
another and another, but I didn't let that slow my assault.  My cock
remained hard and I continued to fuck her.

   "Oh, fuck!" she cried out.  "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

   "What's wrong, Kathy Lee?" I teased her.  "My cock's still hard.  How
much more of this are you gonna have to take?"

   She said nothing.  Somewhere, deep inside, she knew.  She knew that this
is what Jenny had to endure at the hands of her sick stepfather while this
worthless bitch did nothing.  Finally, she relented.

   "Make me pay, lover," she begged.  "I need it.  I need to pay.  Do it to
me!  DO IT!  Just fucking do it!"

   And I did.  I assaulted her ass with no mercy, fucking her harder and
deeper than she had ever been fucked before.  My cock was like an iron rod
ramming into her.  I screamed as I picked up the pace to a frightening
speed.  I dug my hands into her flesh as I clutched her waist with an iron
grip.  Finally, it happened.  Another climax.  I exploded inside her.  My
poor, sore cock let out another volley of semen.  My entire body quaked
uncontrollably as I filled Kathy Lee's ass with cum.

   "Oh, God," I gasped.  I staggered backwards, weak and exhausted.  Sweat
covered my body.  My heart beat like it was going to burst out of my chest.
"Oh, fuck..."

   We were spent.  Whipped.  I sat on the floor, my back against the wall
and caught my breath.  Kathy Lee collapsed on the ground in front of me.  I
hated her.  She was no Jenny.  Jenny was ten times -- no!  A thousand times
the woman she was.  But she was all I had left.  This worthless, pathetic
excuse for a human being.  She was all I deserved.

   ***

   Weeks turned into months.  I received Jenny's utilities and payed them
religiously.  To her credit, nothing really went up except the cable bill.
She had gotten all the luxuries she never could afford before, all on my
dime.  I didn't care.  I was glad to do it.  I was glad she was treating
herself.  It made me feel like I could still do something for her, provide
for her in some way.

   I stopped taking care of myself.  I stopped shaving.  I seldom bathed.
Often, I forgot to eat.  The weather turned again and the cold wind picked
up.  It was November.  This time last year, Jenny had trouble paying the
rent and I, the scum that I am, I took her up on her offer of sex for rent.
The anniversary threw me into a deep melancholy.

   I wandered, like a ghost from day to day.  Not paying much attention to
life.

   One day, I found myself downtown, late at night, for no reason.  I was
starving.  I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten.  I wandered into
a small diner and seated myself, oblivious to my surroundings.

   I just sat at the table and stared vacantly.  A hand reached out and
turned over my coffee cup.  As black, steaming liquid filled the container,
I heard a voice that sent chills down my spine.

   "Hey, stranger!  If it isn't my favorite landlord come to visit me!"

   My heart sank.  I felt my soul grow hollow.  The pain in my heart
threatened to swallow me whole.  I forced myself to look up.  That uniform!
That voice!  I looked at her face.  It was Jenny!
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