However far one may have advanced, one still drags along the indignity of being—or of having been—human—EM Cioran
Anna woke and came into the crate with a sleepy look on her face.
She was scratching her belly.
I had my black leather belt wrapped around Kimmie's neck in a slipknot. When she was bad I could yank that bitch like a dog.
I was tightening it.
Saying, "Who's your master? Tell me who your fucking master is or I'll pull this belt so tight it kills you."
"You're my master."
"Who?"
"You're my master."
"Who?"
"You!"
"Who!!"
"You, ok!!"
I came in that bitch like a freight train.
Anna props herself up on the workbench, lighting a cigarette.
I slide up on Kimmie, unclamp her hand, and put it on my cock.
I press my Glock against the bottom of her cheekbone.
"Fuck with my cock I'll shoot you."
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yeah. What do you want me to do? Get you off or something?"
"No just hold it."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, I like it when a 17 year old holds my cock. It does something for me. It's hard to explain."
Anna says, "I have some ideas along these lines."
And I say, "I didn't bring you here to be my therapist."
Anna says, "Fair enough," and goes back to her cigarette.
"Why don't you get her some food?" I say to Anna.
"What should I get her?"
"What do you want?" I ask Kimmie. "You have any favorite foods?"
"Cheese," Kimmie almost whispers. "And olives."
"Cheese and olives?"
Kimmie nods.
"What kind of cheese?"
"Any kind."
"What kind of olives?"
"Green."
"Cheese and green olives?"
"Yes," she almost asks.
"Is that good together?"
"It's my favorite food."
"Ok, I think we can hook you up. Both of those things are in the fridge," I tell Anna.
Anna leaves the crate.
"Those are bold flavors. I think that says something about your personality."
"I thought you hated me."
"No, I don't hate you. You just have something I want."
Kimmie looks down at her cunt.
"No, not that."
"Then what do you want from me?"
"I just want to own you for a little while."
Anna yells from the kitchen: "Again, I have theories about you that I could share on this."
"Would you shut up and get this girl a snack?!"
"Yes, master."
"Nobody asked for your theories."
"Ok. Jesus."
"Green olives are in the little container at the top of the door. There's a whole drawer full of cheese! I like cheese, too," I tell Kimmie. "There's Havarti with dill—bring that!"
"You have Havarti with dill?" Kimmie asks.
I nod. "Do you like that?"
She nods, but her eyes fill with tears.
"Don't worry, ok—except for treating your body like it's my own personal hobby horse and severely fucking with your head..and killing you—you're gonna have a great time here. Anna is a lot of fun and I think if you get to know me you'll find I'm a person of modest pleasures..which you can provide. So in a way we're friends. Besides, as I was telling Anna, the chances are pretty good your life was going to be shit anyway so really I'm doing you a favor. This whole planet is going down the tubes..probably in your generation. You don't want to be around for that."
Anna comes in with a plate with cut cheese and a little bowl of green olives.
"Uh-uh," I say.
"What?"
"Toothpicks."
There's an array of toothpicks laid out on the plate.
Anna puts the plate on my workbench and takes all the toothpicks back to the kitchen.
"Thank you," I tell her when she comes back.
"No problem, master."
"You are really pushing me, woman."
Anna grins and exhales lungfuls of Parliament smoke.
"Now. Let's all try this delicacy that Kimmie has invented for us."
I take Kimmie's hand off my cock and give her a piece of cheese and an olive. Anna and I arm ourselves with the same ingredients.
"Alright," I say. "Bottoms up!"
We all eat our cheese and green olives. I watch Kimmie's face and can see the slightest remembrance of home. The flavors are so strong for me that I think Kimmie is crazy at first but then they mix in a very pleasing way and I find myself saying:
"Mmm. Kimmie. That is excellent. What a combination of flavors."
"I told you," she says, still chewing hers.
"You were right," I say. "Let's have some more?"
Anna swallows. "Yeah. That's good."
"Kimmie, you want another one?"
"Yeah."
"You want me to rape you while you eat it?"
"Do I want you to?"
"That's right."
"What kind of question is that?"
"Well. After you've been here a while, you'll begin to want the contact."
"You'll long for it," Anna says, another dose of cheese and olive in her mouth.
"I won't long for it," Kimmie says to Anna.
But Anna just says, "You will."
"What are you to him? Are you two partners? Were you his slave?"
But Anna won't talk to her. She just lights another cigarette and helps herself to the snacks.
I take an X-Acto knife down between Kimmie's legs.
"Hey! What are you doing??!!"
She squirms.
"I'm taking a small sample of your vagina to look at under the microscope."
"What?? Get that fucking thing away from me!!"
"This will hurt. It will bleed. But—hey—what can you do about it?"
"Why do you want to look at it under a microscope?!"
"I just think vaginas are beautiful."
"How big a piece are you going to cut?"
"Very small."
"Can I have some anesthesia or something?"
"Uh..no."
"Fuck you!! What the fuck?!"
"Hold still. The more you move, the larger piece I'll have to cut."
Kimmie seems to comprehend that this is really going to happen and she squeezes all her vaginal muscles together.
"It'll work better if you relax."
"Then give me a shot of whiskey or something."
"Kimmie, you're 17, right—you know I can't legally give you alcohol."
She reels.
"YOU CAN'T HOLD ME IN A CRATE AND CUT UP MY VAGINA, EITHER—GIVE ME A SHOT OF ALCOHOL."
"This won't take a second. Relax now."
She takes multiple breaths, trying to relax her vag.
I make a few small cuts and remove a triangular sample of her vaginal wall.
She screams. She screams a lot, actually.
I held the piece of her vagina I removed in front of her face and said, "Say goodbye."
She closed her eyes.
"See how small that is? It'll grow back in days, weeks—and the pleasure you've just given me in having a new sample to look at is infinite compared to the pain I just caused you."
"Are you gonna jerk off when you look at it?"
"No, I just like the aesthetic value. A man's penis doesn't have anything nearly as interesting as corollary, but the microscopic texture of a woman's interior vaginal wall is a landscape of tendrils and bulbs and pockets of nerves—there's really nothing like it, when it comes to textures. Do you like textures?"
"Who are you?"
"That's a very short question with a very long answer, Kimmie—I suppose it would be for all of us. Who are you?" I asked.
But all she could say—in a seething and quite indignant tone—was, "I don't believe you just fucking did that to me."
Anna and I looked at the vagina sample all afternoon under a standard laboratory microscope. One-thousand times magnification was sufficient to show Anna what I had meant about the beauty of the inner vaginal wall.
"Can we do one of me?" she asked.
"You want me to cut up your vagina?"
"I just want to know what mine looks like."
"I don't know if I could do it, at this point, with you."
"Can we look some up on the internet?"
"Anna. Doesn't that seem like kind of a suspect search to you? I mean if you were a cop, wouldn't you be looking for people searching for things like, 'pictures of the inside of a vagina?' "
"I doubt any cop would have the imagination to think of that," she said.
"You may be right..that they wouldn't have the imagination. But don't underestimate cops. The one thing they all have, in my experience..?"
"What?"
"Dedication. That's how they win. They stick with a thing so long that—even though I agree with you, in general, they aren't the smartest people in the world—eventually, numbers fall in place in the combination they're looking for just because they're like some turtle that, once it bites down on something, never lets go. Also—if I can continue on my tirade?"
"Yes, you can continue."
"Well, basically they have the misguided notion that they are right and the criminals are wrong. And even though this is completely delusional, it gives them an incredibly strong motivation to stay dedicated to a case because they believe they're some kind of moral champion over the morally inferior—or the morally incorrect, rather. That delusion makes them all tingly inside and that tingly feeling keeps them going for years and years and years..long enough to finally figure out something that a smart person like you or I would have figured out in one-tenth the time. So they may be stupid, and they may be corrupt, but they're dedicated and they're backed up by delusional morals that keep them biting down on whatever case like that stupid turtle that will simply never let go. So I agree with you that cops lack imagination. And I add to the argument that cops are also stupid. But cops almost universally possess stubbornness, determination, and persistence. And it is persistence—not genius or insight or creativity—that is the most important quality for success."
"Why don't you ever get caught?"
" 'Cause I'm an artiste, dear girl."
I brush Anna's face with my finger and we both lean down to the microscope to continue analyzing Kimmie's pussy.
"Can I at least see?" Kimmie says.
"Shut up," I say.
Kimmie cries. Anna turns halfway to her.
"Ignore her. She just wants attention."
"I don't want attention!"
I stand up and go to Kimmie's feet. I look her up and down.
"Kimmie, what's the hottest thing you've ever had inside your pussy?"
She gets very quiet.
"Do you think I like your pussy so much that I wouldn't burn it so it scabbed up and looked like one of the orcs from The Lord of the Rings?"
"I've never seen The Lord of the Rings."
"Well have you ever seen a hot dog cooked over a fire so much that it had black crackly scales all over it?"
Kimmie's eyes widen and I take that as a yes.
"Anna get that big red rubber dildo and put it in the microwave for about five minutes."
"No. No," Kimmie says.
"And you know what else? I'm gonna download The Lord of the Rings even though I hate that stupid movie so you can see what I'm talking about. I don't want you to die without knowing what an orc looks like."
"Please."
"Please what? Please don't make you watch The Lord of the Rings? I know—that is cruel and unusual. Anna, get that fucker so hot you have to use tongs to take it out of the microwave. Have you seen the dildo I'm talking about?"
Kimmie nods.
"Have you ever fucked a dick that big?"
Kimmie shakes her head.
"Well, this'll be twice the fun, then, won't it?"
When Anna brings the dildo to me it's wrapped in a towel.
It's steaming.
I touch the surface.
"This is almost melting!"
Anna puts her hand on Kimmie's thigh.
"I wanted you to have the full experience," she says.
And I shove the dick into Kimmie's pussy.
That night in bed, Anna and I spooned. She snuggled me off, pulling my cock inside her purple panties and giving me a panty job without my ever going inside her. When she was done she never said a word, but went to sleep almost instantly, and I pulled my cock out of her panties, both of us covered in cum.
Half conscious, she said, "Do you really hate The Lord of the Rings?"
I run my fingers along the tattoo below her neck.
"Not on you," I say.
But it was a lie.