Chapter 16.
Debbie already knew the word to end it and said it to herself using John’s voice, Over.
When she came to she knew she’d been in the big O for a long time. The sparkle was gone and fluids had dried forming a crust. She lay there listening to the men talk, there were three or four by their voices. One had a slow and deep gravelly voice. She didn’t pay attention to what they said, instead she thought about her needs. Food first, she needed to be clean, and she needed rest. The big O was hardly rest and she knew she had been used long and hard, maybe for days, if how hungry she was could be an indication.
She opened her eyes. A ceiling overhead with cobwebs. She realized they had a television turned on low.
For some reason that made her want to watch her videos. She raised up to her elbows. She was on the floor, on a dirty brown rug. A chain wrapped around her left ankle, held closed with a lock, and went to the foot of a chair where it was also held closed by a lock. Boots, the legs of a man wearing jeans.
She studied them, three men watching a TV, not paying attention to her. A low table with beer cans, an ashtray filled with butts, other stuff. The only light was from the large flat screen TV on the wall. Cigarettes, stale beer, and she could smell herself, urine, sour body, and sex.
She lay back down. Something had happened while she was in the big O. She could imagine things getting out of hand at that bar or some other if Tim was true to form and Tim, Frances, and the girls were probably somewhere else.
Debbie was on her own and while she was horny with men so close she needed to take care of other needs first.
She tried to think of the best way to frame her need for food so that her need would be satisfied. She knew that she had to express herself in certain ways if she wanted sex.
“I want food,” she said.
They didn’t pay any attention to her.
“I want food,” she said louder. She sat up and jerked the chain. “I need to eat.”
“Hey,” one of the men said looking at her, “the kitten is awake.”
They all turned to look at her. The one on the chair her chain was attached to said, “Hey, kitten,” in that gravelly voice.
“Ain’t that cute. She has brown eyes.” This was a skinny man on the couch.
“Not half bad.”
“I’ve had takers who were prettier.” This was a man sitting beside the skinny one on the couch. He wore a dirty orange knit hat.
“But you’ve never had a taker like our kitten.” The man in the chair was smiling at her. He was missing a tooth in front. “She doesn’t have one of their tattoos.”
“She has a tattoo.”
“I know, but have you ever seen a taker like it the way she does, anywhere, anyhow?”
“You want a beer, Jim?” The skinny one was standing.
“Bring us all beers and one for the kitten.” The man in the chair still smiled at her.
“I need food,” she said.
“Drink a beer first and then we’ll feed you protein.” This was the other man on the couch.
“I need food and I need to wash.”
“Hey, Rafe, when did they shut the water off?”
“Last week.” From the other room.
“I thought so.”
Rafe was the skinny man.
“How do you guys expect to make any money off her when any man can have a taker for free? Someone prettier.”
“She’ll clean up fine, won’t you, kitten?”
“I need to take a leak.” The other man on the couch stood.
“Take your time, Frank.” The man in the chair reached down to the chain and gave it a jerk. “Come to papa, kitten.” He patted his lap with his other hand.
“I need to eat.”
“We were going out for burgers in a little while. Thanks, Rafe.” He popped the top on the beer and drank. He set the can down on the table. “Come on, kitten.”
She wasn’t sure about this.
Frank stood in the doorway by the TV. “I don’t know why you didn’t just leave the slut chained to the bed.”
Over, she said to herself.
“I like looking at my little kitten.”
“I think Jim shot his brains through his dick into the slut.”
Over, she said to herself. Food first.
Rafe finished his beer and crushed the can. “I like the girl, don’t get me wrong, but how do you expect to make any money off her?”
“You want to fuck her again, don’t you. Come on up, kitten.”
“You better do it, slut, before Jim gets mad.”
Over, she said to herself. She got to her knees and crawled to the chair. She didn’t think she could stand, she was pretty dizzy.
“That a girl.” Jim held her, his arm over her shoulder, his fingers playing with her nipple. He had another finger in her cunt. “You want to fuck her again, don’t you?”
“Sure,” Frank said. He sat on the couch.
“Feel that way about a taker?”
“Sure, sometimes.”
“Like right after?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Kitten here is special, aren’t you, kitten?”
She tried not to but she had an orgasm.
“Kitten wants to do it, don’t you, kitten?”
She said, “Yes.” She knew she needed to eat but this felt so good.
“You love doing it, don’t you, kitten?”
She nodded her head as her hips moved in response to his finger.
“So the slut is always on, so what?”
“That feels really good, Jim.”
“You’ve heard about girls like this, haven’t you? Ever known one?”
Debbie told herself, Slut, in John’s voice and had another orgasm.
“I’ve heard of them.”
“Ever fuck one?”
“There was nasty Nancy in school.”
“Nancy was a taker who didn’t mind much doing other stuff. Didn’t like it much either. Why don’t you climb off and get me hard, kitten.”
“I’d like that, Jim. Are Rafe and Frank going to fuck me, too?”
“I believe they will, kitten.”
She knelt between his legs and opened his jeans.
“You’ll have to reach in. So what I’m saying is people will pay to fuck someone like our kitten because she’s special. Tightens right up.”
His cock was smelly but she sucked it anyway. He was going to fuck her and she was ready.
“Tight little holes. But when you can get it for free who’s going to pay?”
“Think high volume, low price. You saw her. Say a dollar each.”
“I don’t know, Jim. I don’t mind keeping the slut, but I don’t expect to make anything off her.”
“Hey, Frank and Jim, here it is on again.”
She bobbed on Jim’s cock, half listening. She wished Rafe or Frank would fuck her now. She took initiative and got up and lowered herself onto Jim’s cock.
“Hold still,” Jim said.
She had an orgasm and tried to bounce on him. He held her down with heavy hands.
“That’s the guy at the bar.”
Debbie turned and saw pictures of Tim and Frances on the screen. She told herself to stop.
The woman on the screen was saying, “. . . arrested the two suspects last night with three of the four kidnapped girls, all students of an unspecified southern university, missing for six days. Police are looking for the fourth girl but have no leads. Authorities ask citizens to contact this number if they have any information about the fourth girl, a Miss Sally Jenkins.” Sally’s picture appeared on the screen with a phone number.
“Real pretty girl,” Rafe said. “That the guy?”
“Looks like him. They caught him north of here. I think that’s the guy.”
“So what’s he doing with our girl?”
“Maybe he had more than four. He was pretty careless. Maybe he started out with ten.”
“But there was just one in the van.”
“Just one, her. He was pretty wasted, said this was third or fourth bar they’d been to.”
“She looked like it.”
Debbie stared at the screen. Why Sally’s photo? She was pretty sure there were just four of them and three were rescued.
“Goddamn,” Jim said. “She just milked me using just her cunt.”
Debbie came down from her orgasm. What was going on?
“Come here, princess, my turn.”
She saw Frank stroke his cock and she smiled at him.
She got off Jim’s lap and started to go to the couch, around the table, but tripped and fell.
“Goddamn chain, sorry kitten, I forgot.”
She lay there so hungry and passed out.
Chapter 17.
Debbie was surprised they hadn’t noticed her yet, but seeing her on the bed so enthusiastic with her men she could understand it. The woman on the bed in her graceful human animal beauty was thrilling to watch. She needed more orgasms, though. If she was going to have fun, she might as well truly enjoy herself.
Debbie went to the bed and whispered into Debbie’s ear, “Parallax.”
The woman on the bed went rigid and screamed and began to claw her partner and thrashed under him.
“I told you she was worth a dollar,” Jim said.
“Holy fuck,” the man on top of her said. “I’ve never felt a cunt like this.”
Debbie smiled and went back to the wall and watched. This made things convenient. She could find some food while the other Debbie played. She stuck her hands in her lab coat pockets and left the room, looking for the kitchen.
This had never happened before, two of her, but it seemed to make sense to her, was an entirely logical next step in the results of her programming. She was sure this was the same day, evening rather, that she’d tripped and fell. It looked like Jim, Rafe, and Frank had been busy. There was a coffee can on the table in front of the couch filled with dollar bills.
The refrigerator held beer and nothing else and the cupboards were bare. She heard people come into the house and Rafe greet them. The other Debbie was going to be busy.
She took a handful of bills from the can and some change, she had a call to make, and left the house.
A car pulled up to park behind another on the street and four men got out. Jim’s friends were a little rough, which was okay. Debbie on the bed could care less what they looked like, that wasn’t her main interest.
She had no idea where she was so she just walked toward the sound of traffic. After several blocks she came to a busy street and walked on the sidewalk. It was cold and the lab coat wasn’t warm enough. She’d survive but wished she’d taken one of the coats shed by the men in the house. There’d been clothes lying all over the place in the bedroom.
She needed food and thought the MacDonalds was the better choice than the convenience store which was closer. Both would have phones.
She went into the MacDonalds and felt the warm air and started to relax. This would be a good place to wait a bit before making her call, though she wouldn’t wait too long. She didn’t want to become separated from the woman on the bed.
There was a tie between them, she felt a little of the wash of pleasure the other was feeling, and she was sure her face was flushed. She knew she had a big grin.
“Can I help you?” The young man at the counter was earnest.
“I need to decide first,” Debbie said.
“Take your time.”
Looking at the lit offerings behind the counter, Debbie realized she was a vegetarian. Interesting. “Vanilla milk shake, large, and a veggie burger.”
The young man gave her the total and she pulled the amount from the money in her pocket. She had plenty to spare for the call.
She carried her meal to a table by a southern window. This was nice.
She was careful as she ate to do it slowly, not wolf the burger or the shake down. She had plenty of time, didn’t want to make herself sick. She felt better already after the first drink and bites. Those pigs, not feeding her. If they’d been halfway decent she could easily have put off the call for a week or more.
Debbie sat back in her seat, her burger finished, shake half gone. She’d get a hot chocolate to take back when she left. This was nice. She could relax and plan while the other Debbie did all the work, had lots of fun of course, but it was work.
The number she had to call was an 800 number so all she needed was a quarter, and she had that, plus money for the hot chocolate.
When she left the house she hadn’t thought about her appearance. She didn’t feel crusty or wet and no one had made remarks so far. Interesting to have two different yous. Interesting to be someone who could make it so other people couldn’t see or hear her.
Debbie finished her shake and dumped the stuff on her tray in the trash.
“I’ve been traveling and I’m not sure what town this is.”
The earnest young man said, “Springfield.”
“The state?”
“Ohio.”
“Thank you. I thought it might be Springfield, but wasn’t sure. I need to make a call and I’ll want a hot chocolate to go. I’ll pay now and pick it up when I leave, how’s that?”
“No problem.” He rang it up. “Need change for the phone?”
“I have it, thanks.”
She used the restroom first and she looked perfectly normal, almost official in her lab coat.
Debbie made the call, she was glad she remembered the number she saw on the TV way back when.
“The Sally Banks Hotline. Do you have a tip?”
“Oh, good, a real person. I need you to pass along a message. I’m a friend of Sally’s, Debra Stilson, and someone needs to tell Nancy Crenshaw and John Thirkle where to find me. Can you do that?”
“This is actually Debra?”
“Yes.”
“Just a minute.”
“No problem.” She waited; she realized she was still smiling a lot. All those men, that was nice for the other her.
“Debbie, is this you?” Nancy said.
“Hi, Nancy. I thought I’d have to talk to a computer or something.”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m in Springfield, Ohio.”
“I’m making notes as you’re talking, Springfield.”
“I don’t have an address, things are a bit complicated, but I can give you directions.”
“I’ll repeat them back to you when you’re done. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I just had a meal.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“I’m calling from MacDonalds. I don’t know the street but there’s an Exxon across from me and a package store, beer drive through, next to the MacDonalds.”
“We’ll find it. Wait there.”
“Actually, I’ll be in a house a few blocks east of the street the MacDonalds and the package store are on. Go three blocks north from here then two blocks east. I’ll be in a house on the east side of the road, several houses down.”
“Turn north or south?”
“South. I’ll put something on the porch so you’ll know where I am.”
“From the intersection three blocks north, then turn two blocks east. House is south of that intersection, several dwellings down on east side, with marker on the porch.”
“You remember my lab coat?”
“Yes, it’s here.”
“Oh.” That’s strange. Oh well. “It’ll be white like that.”
“There is a base nearby, security will be there within an hour.”
“Make it two hours, I’m having fun.”
“Are you okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“You sound different.”
“Some stuff happened. I’m not even going to try to explain it. Do you think you can live with that?”
“They’ll fly you down here immediately. Do you need anything?”
“Clothes would be nice, maybe jeans and flannel shirt, boots, socks, long underwear, it’s cold here, coat and hat. And I’m pretty hungry. Milk shakes, hot chocolate sound good. I’ve decided I’m a vegetarian so veggie burgers, fruit, granola.”
“You’ve changed, Debbie.”
“I think you’ll find me, when I get back, just the same as I always was. How are Sally, Dawn and Trish?”
“They’re doing well. Remarkably well and remarkably resilient considering the ordeal. Are you sure two hours?”
“I think that’s good, certainly no less than an hour.”
“That sounds better. I’ll make arrangements, Debbie. I’m so glad you called.”
“Why did the thing on TV say Sally was missing?”
“A bit of confusion on our part. You must have seen an early message.”
“It was earlier today.”
“Well, it’s changed and has your picture and name now.”
“Maybe you’d better move the time up so things don’t go weird. The guys I’m with aren’t too smart, but if they think there’s a reward, they might do something stupid. Oh, and they might have guns.”
“Are you okay?”
“I think my kidnapping experience is a lot more like what Sally and the others were hoping for.”
“I’ll make sure there’s food like you want on the plane and clothes.”
“Thank you. I’d better go. Oh. Tell John that parallax is lots of fun.”
“Parallax?”
“He’ll explain. Bye, Nancy.”
“Goodbye, Debbie. I wish you could stay on the phone until security has you.”
“That’s not possible, Nancy. If stuff goes weird, I promise to call you again. How’s that?”
“It’ll have to do. Take care, Debbie.”
“Bye.”
Debbie picked up her hot chocolate and sipped it while walking back. It was interesting about the lab coat. And she realized maybe she shouldn’t have said something about parallax. Nothing she could do about that now.
When she got to the house she checked the coffee can, full again. She was a busy girl. She found another bedroom and stripped a soiled bed sheet from the bed and hung it from the front porch’s wrought roof supports.
This would be a nice house if the guys took some care of it, too bad.
She put what money she had in her pocket back in the can. She didn’t need it.
Debbie leaned against the wall and watched. This was better than the videos, she could see more and everything was more intense because of the heightened sensory experience.
Debbie on the bed was loving parallax and she could see some of the guys thought she was worth shelling out an extra dollar or two, but maybe Jim just charged a dollar for all you could take. It didn’t matter, she was having fun.
She hoped the guys didn’t get hurt.
It was time to go back.
Debbie on the bed screamed through another orgasm.
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