Chapter 3
We looked across the street as we passed by her house. It looked like every light in the house was on. As we walked up my driveway she said, "I'd give anything to hear what's going on in there tonight."
I grinned and asked, "Really? Anything?"
I just happen to have three digital recorders recording every sound that those bugs I planted are picking up. The bugs became active as soon as I planted them.
I let her in and locked the door behind me. I showed her to one of the guest rooms. While she was getting situated I went to my computer room. I called Jon and told him briefly what just happened. I told him we were on for tomorrow. Then I looked at the three recorders for the bugs I just planted. They are high end machines and after spending all that money on them I'm curious to see how well they work.
They each have counters that indicate how many minutes are recorded on them. I replaced the disk that recorded conversations in the living room. It was that one that contained almost all of the conversation that took place after we left.
I put the disk in my computer and waited for Tawney to join me. When she came in we sat down to listen to what Amber and Dan had to say after we left. The recording in the living room started from almost as soon as I arrived. I planted the bug as soon as I sat down. I skipped over everything that happened before we left them alone. I started listening from just before I left the first time. We heard my final instructions to them and then the attack on Tawney almost as soon as I closed the door behind me.
It was quiet for a moment after we left together the second time. Then Amber found her voice and attacked Dan viciously.
He alternated back and forth between attacking Amber and defending himself. They were yelling and drowning each other out so that it was hard to understand them.
Not long after it started they both began attacking Tawney in absentia. Dan gave Amber hell for not having the balls to get an abortion and then for not giving Tawney up for adoption after she was born. He put Amber down for leaving their infant daughter with him for almost three years while she traveled around the country changing her identity, scamming rich men for a living and spending most of the money on herself while he was left behind to make a living and change a mountain of shitty diapers for a crying brat.
Amber agreed that she should have gotten rid of Tawney one way or another. Then she screamed at Dan for complaining about the money she was bringing in. From there she went to attacking him, not just for allowing a man to come into their home and rape his wife, but for actually assisting, guiding my dick into her. She belittled him for letting me wipe my nasty cock all over his face. They seemed to finally reach an impasse at that point and they returned to attacking their daughter.
I saw Tawney wiping a few tears from her eyes. I put my arm around her shoulders and held her. I would have liked to console her. But I wasn't sure what to say. What do you say to a young girl with parents like that?
In a tearful voice she said, "I'm sorry. I should be used to it by now. They made it clear for as far back as I can remember that I wasn't wanted and I wasn't loved. It's just hard to hear your mother and father talk about you like that."
Now I'm even more furious with her parents, and I wouldn't have thought that was possible. Every time they opened their mouths I became more furious. But I took comfort in the fact that I'm going to make their lives a living hell, hopefully for the rest of their shitty lives.
As her parents continued to scream at each other on the recording I quietly said, "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't kidding earlier. I'm going to destroy them. I'm going to teach those two psychotic, self absorbed, cold blooded animals a lesson that will last them the rest of their sad lives."
"If there's anything I can do to help, I would love to have some part in whatever you do to them."
We listened then as they began to settle down and try to figure out how to fix the problem that is me. They discussed ways to neutralize me, moving quickly to killing me. That seemed to be the only option that appealed to them. Neither of them evidenced the slightest reservation about taking another human life. I would have been surprised if they did. They've killed before and it obviously doesn't bother them.
They talked about the best way to go about it and agreed that first they'll have to locate my evidence stash and learn the identity of the investigator who put everything together for me.
Things quieted down after a while. They went upstairs to get ready for bed. I had listened to all that I could stomach. The upstairs conversations could wait until tomorrow. I asked Tawney if she wanted or needed anything and then I hugged her for a moment before we went to our bedrooms to get ready for bed.
I finally let her go. She stepped back and looked up at me for moment. Then she said in a voice choked with emotion, "I've wondered what it would be like. A hug does make you feel better, doesn't it?"
I was glad that she turned away then. If we continued to stand there like that, looking at each other for even a few more seconds I think I would have had tears in my eyes!
I watched her walk away for a moment. Even from the back I could see how sad she is. I'm not normally an emotional person. I don't wear my feelings on my sleeve. Any tendency towards tenderness that I possessed when they led me away in handcuffs was quickly beaten out of me in prison.
But I could feel the emotional pain radiating from her very core. I wanted to go back to her and hold her. I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, that she would find a good home and people to take care of her and love her. Those are the things that I want for her. I hope I can make it happen.
The next morning I awoke at the usual time. I sleep a little later now that I don't have the noise of a prison to wake me and guards to put me in line and march me to breakfast. But I still awake by six-thirty and no matter how hard I try, and I have tried, I can't turn over and go back to sleep.
I got up and started to go downstairs to make coffee. I sleep in the nude and when I'm home alone and the weather is nice I usually don't wear much more than a pair of sloppy old shorts around the house. I was just about to leave my bedroom when I remembered that I have a houseguest. I put on a pair of regular shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs.
Once the coffee was started I set the bacon and eggs out. I only eat breakfast occasionally. I don't know what Tawney's eating habits are. But I get the impression that she doesn't often get to enjoy a good meal.
I brought in the morning paper and sat in the dining room to drink my coffee and read the paper. I normally drink my coffee and read the paper in the kitchen. But I wanted to keep my eye on Amber and Dan this morning.
Amber was the first to leave. Before getting in her car she went out to the street to get her newspaper. She was leaving a few minutes later than usual this morning. She appeared to be dressed the way I ordered her to dress. I had my binoculars ready and I used them to get a closer look. It was easy to see that she was wearing the lacy bra under that sheer blouse, even from a distance.
With the binoculars I could just make out the faint dark spots on her chest where her nipples showed through her bra and her sheer blouse. She's going to be popular with the men at the bank today!
I couldn't be so certain that she had left off her pantyhose or her panties. But it appeared that she dressed in accordance with my directions. I'll find out at lunch time.
Tawney came down not long after Amber left for work. She was showered and dressed and all ready to start the day. I made her breakfast and we sat together while she ate as though she hasn't eaten in weeks. After she finished her meal I asked her what she likes to eat. I explained to her that the care and feeding of twelve year old girls is something that I know nothing about.
She smiled and said, "I don't normally get to eat breakfast. This is only the second time in my life I've had bacon and eggs. Sometimes I have enough time to eat a bowl of cereal. But usually I don't finish my morning chores in time."
"Morning chores?"
"I have a schedule of things I have to do every morning. I clean bathrooms or vacuum or change the bedding and wash the sheets and towels. It's something different every day. Then I have to get ready for school. By the time I'm ready it's usually too late to eat.
"School let out for the summer on Wednesday. I still have to get up and do my chores before my parents go to work. But then I can eat breakfast before I do whatever is on my list of chores for the day. I was supposed to mow the lawn today and then start cleaning the garage."
"Christ! You were nothing but a slave to them!"
She shrugged.
Then she floored me again when she said, "For lunch I have a peanut butter sandwich. Then for supper..."
"Wait a minute. That's all you ever have for lunch?!"
She seemed embarrassed. But she nodded.
"You've never had anything but a peanut butter sandwich for lunch in your entire life?"
"No. That's what I'm allowed to have."
"What do they give you for dinner, dog food?"
She smiled wryly and said, "No. I eat whatever they do for dinner except on the nights they go out."
"How often do they go out? And what do you eat those nights?"
"They usually eat out two or three nights a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. I usually have a hot dog or a can of soup. Something like that. When they stay home we eat things like meatloaf or a tuna casserole."
I stared at her in disbelief for a moment before I asked, "Have you ever been to a doctor or a dentist?"
She shook her head. But then she said, "I went to the emergency room a couple of times. But after a doctor told my parents that the next time they brought me in they were calling the cops they started taking it easy on me."
I reached over and pulled her into my lap. I held her in my lap and nearly crushed her. I quietly said, "That's all over now. I'm going to see to it. I don't know what's going to happen to you now. But I'm going to make it my business to see to it that you are happy from now on."
"Can't I just stay with you?"
I'll admit that I was quickly developing a soft spot in my heart for this poor, sweet, ballsy young girl. But I don't think I'm the right person to be raising a teenage girl and even if I did think it was a good idea I doubt if there's a judge in the country who would agree.
I kissed the top of her head and replied, "I think you're probably the nicest kid I've ever met. But I don't know anything about raising kids, especially a teenage girl just entering puberty. You should be in a home with two adults who know what the hell they're doing when it comes to raising kids. And you'll need a woman who can guide you. Men know next to nothing about women and I know less than most thanks to your mother.
"But I promise that I'll make certain you're in a good home and I'll make sure you're happy. And if you'll let me, I would be happy to be a part of your life."
I could tell that she didn't like that answer. But she didn't say anything. Not about that anyway. She asked, "What are you going to do to my parents? What could you possibly do that will make up for the terrible things that they've done?"
I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should tell her. If they realized that when I'm through tormenting them I'm going to turn the evidence I have over to the cops they'd run for the hills. I want them to believe that the revenge I have planned for them is finite and that within a reasonable amount of time they'll get their lives back, such as they are.
I told Tawney that she'll have to keep what I tell her to herself for that very reason. She grinned and replied, "I'm going to enjoy this as much as you. I'd never do anything to spoil your plans."
"I'm going to humiliate and degrade them even more than they did me. I'm going to make your mother..."
"Do you have to call her that? Call her by her name. When you're referring to her, mother is only half a word."
I chuckled and resumed my explanation. "I'm going to make Amber do every nasty thing I can think of. I'm going to force her to have sex with strangers in public places. I'm going to make her dress like a slut.
"By the time I finish with her half the men in town will have seen her naked. And a lot of them will have had sex with her. I'm going to do my damnedest to break her down. I want her to experience the despair that I did when she destroyed my life so cavalierly. Every nasty thing that I can think of she will do."
"And your ... and Dan, too. That reminds me. I have a question for you. I have the impression that Amber was the mastermind, the one in charge. But Dan doesn't seem as easily led as I imagined. Who is really in charge over there?"
"Amber is smarter, I think. She's the planner. I guess she was probably the planner back then, too. But she lets Dan think he's in charge most of the time."
I laughed and said, "So it's just like a typical home?"
She smiled and said, "Yeah, except that they are murderers and thieves."
Dan finally left for work. I suggested to Tawney that we go to her place and pack her things. I want to get all of her stuff moved to my house before her parents get home. I don't want them to see where we're moving Tawney's things to and the only contact I want to have with them is when I'm tormenting them.
I took a few boxes from the garage and we went across the street. She used her key to open the door and we went up to her room. When I saw how little she had to pack I could only shake my head.
Amber's closet is so full of clothing it was hard to find anything last night when I was choosing what I wanted her to wear today. By contrast, Tawney owns five outfits for school and two outfits to wear when she gets home. She owns five sets of underwear and two pairs of pajamas. She has one pair of shoes and one pair of running shoes. She has one doll and one stuffed bear. She owns no books, no computer, no radio or CD player. She isn't even allowed to put pictures on her walls!
She lives in poverty while her parents spend all of their money on luxuries for themselves. Hell, our cells in prison were homier than Tawney's room!
Every time I learned something new about Amber and Dan my anger grew. Amber is going to have a really unpleasant lunch today.
We packed up Tawney's few possessions. As it turns out we only needed two of the three boxes we brought with us. And they weren't full.
We carried the boxes back to Tawney's new room in my house. I had to take a shower and get ready to meet Amber. I left Tawney to put her things away. I took a shower and got dressed.
I took Tawney downstairs and showed her how to use the television and the DVD player. I missed a lot of movies while I was locked up. When I got out I bought a large selection of DVDs to try and get caught up.
I suggested that she enjoy a movie and told her I'd be back as soon as I finish tormenting Amber. I gave her a hug and told her that as soon as I get home I'm going to take her shopping.
She smiled and said, "I don't need anything."
She meant it. She sincerely believes that to be true.
"Sweetheart, you need everything. As soon as I get home we're going shopping."
"I'd rather go with you now. I want to see Amber get a taste of what she has coming."
"I'm going to a bar. You can't go in a bar. You're too young."
"What if I hide somewhere before she gets there?"
I started to tell her that she would have to wait here. But then I stopped and thought it over. I chose our meeting place because the owner of the bar is a former cellmate of mine and we're still friends. I drop by his bar once in a while and I've gotten to know a lot of the regulars.
The owner, Gary, knows what I have in mind for Amber and doesn't have a problem with it. When I told him what I wanted to do he even offered me the use of his bar. He doesn't yet know it's going to happen today. So I'm going to have to get there a few minutes early and set things up.
But now that I think about it, I don't see why Tawney can't hide in the storeroom and leave the door ajar. She can watch through the crack in the door and maybe get a little satisfaction from seeing what her mother goes through if things work out the way I imagine they will.
"Tawney, I'm starting to think it might be good for you to see your mother punished. Everything you've told me about her today, everything I've learned about the way you've had to live has made me want to ... well, I can't say something like that to a twelve year old girl."
"Yes you can."
I laughed and said, "No. I can't. Sweetheart, you probably have a pretty good idea what I have planned for Amber at that bar today, don't you?"
"I have a good idea. Mr., Oh my god! I don't even know your name! You told us your first name last night but with everything that's happened I've forgotten!"
"I'm sorry. I've been so rude! I should have introduced myself. My name is Paul Cable. Please call me Paul."
"Paul. That's good. You look like a Paul.
"Paul, if you're worried that seeing what you do to Amber today will upset me, don't be. I want to see her suffer. I hate her. She has never shown me any love or affection. The kindest emotion I feel for her is resentment. The worse you treat her the more I'll enjoy it. I would much rather watch what you do to Amber than go shopping."
"Okay. Let's go. I can't promise I can talk the guy who owns the bar into it. I can only promise to try. You may end up sitting in the car for an hour. But we're still going shopping."
I drove down to the small bar about three blocks from the bank where Amber works. I parked in the back and told Tawney to wait in the car. I went around to the front and entered through the front door.
My detective, Jon, was sitting in a dark corner with a friend. We greeted each other with a smile and a nod. So far things are going exactly as we planned them.
I greeted a few friends and sat at the end of the bar. It was about half an hour before lunch time. But this little bar doesn't get much of a lunch crowd. The only food they sell is pickled eggs and a variety of chips. There were about a dozen men in the bar. I recognize most of them. It appeared to be just the kind of small, depraved crowd I anticipated when I planned this.
Gary finished what he was doing and came down to the end of the bar to take my order. I told him that Amber is coming in at lunch time and I want to put the plan I discussed with him into effect. As part of the plan he's going to get to fuck her first.
His huge grin made it clear that he was ready and more than willing.
I then told him that Amber's twelve year old daughter is in my car and that I want to sneak her in and let her watch through an opening in the storeroom door.
He had a real problem with having a girl that young in his bar. If anyone complains he could lose his license. And he wasn't too happy with the concept of a girl that age watching her mother get raped in a bar.
I quickly went over what happened last night and what I've discovered about the way Amber and Dan have been raising their daughter. I told him that to protect her I already moved her into one of my spare bedrooms. She hates her mother and she begged me to bring her here today so that she could watch.
He was still uncomfortable with my plan. He has reason to be. His business license is at risk if the wrong person sees Tawney in the bar. But he reluctantly said, "Okay. Sneak her in the back door. Try to avoid being seen."
I asked him for a beer and then I went down the dark, narrow hallway that leads to the back door. I opened the door and waved Tawney in. The look of excitement on her face when she came in almost made me laugh.
I explained that I'm going to try to sneak her into the storeroom without anyone seeing her. She nodded her understanding.
She followed me back down the hallway. I stopped at the point where the narrow passageway opens into the bar room. The door to the storeroom was on our right just a few steps into the main room. I looked around casually. I actually wasn't too worried about anyone seeing us. I know most of these old farts well enough to know that they won't give a damn. But to placate Gary I looked around to see if anyone noticed us.
Gary came over and opened the door to the storeroom and we took a few steps trying not to look too furtive. Tawney darted inside and turned to look up at Gary. She smiled and said, "Thanks. I appreciate this. I know you can get in trouble for letting me in here. But I'll behave, and I think that I really need to see this.
Gary wasn't so sure. But her adorable, innocent little face melted his heart instantly. He nodded and went to the bar to get her a Coke. I went over and took a couple of sips of my beer. Then I stood in the center of the room and loudly announced, "Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely."
When the mild laughter in response to my stale joke died down I said, "Can I have your attention for a minute?"
Everyone stopped talking or shooting pool and turned to see what I was selling. When it was quiet I said, "A few of you know me. A couple of you already know about the plans I've been making for a woman named Amber. For the rest of you I'll provide a brief explanation because I want your help.
"Fourteen years ago a woman accused me of rape. There was no rape. The very first time I ever saw the bitch was when she showed up to testify against me in the courtroom. She tried to shake me down in exchange for dropping the charges but I was sure I wouldn't get convicted.
"Thanks to the bruises her boyfriend left on her, her sweet, innocent face, and her tears on the witness stand, I spent almost fourteen years in prison. I got out recently and hired a good private detective. He was able to find enough evidence to exonerate me and to prove that she pulled the same scam on several other men. He also discovered evidence of a murder she committed.
"In a few weeks I'm going to turn all the evidence I have over to the cops. But first I want some revenge. I started blackmailing her last night. I went to her house and fucked the shit out of her. I intend to break her. I'm going to degrade and humiliate her. I'm going to make her life a living hell.
"It started last night when I fucked her in front of her husband and her teenage daughter.
"Today I ordered her to come here during her lunch hour. Assuming that she's too afraid to disobey me, she'll come in here in a few minutes and reluctantly do everything I tell her to do. That's where you guys come in. If anyone wants a very bad blowjob or a pretty good fuck, I am going to make her available to you. If you aren't interested in taking part you're all welcome to watch."
A skeptical voice asked, "How do we know this ain't all a put on and we ain't all gonna be arrested for rape when this is over?"
I looked over at Jon. Everyone followed my gaze. He smiled and said, "This is one of the pieces of evidence I found in my investigation. It's a recording of a conversation between Amber and her mother, from whom she got the idea for the scam. In this conversation, Amber is gloating to her mother about my client's recent conviction."
He pushed a button on a portable CD player and we all listened as Amber bragged to her mother about sending me to prison for twenty-five years. They laughed and joked about me for a few minutes. Then Jon stopped the CD and said, "I have hours of this kind of shit."
Everyone was silent for a couple of minutes. Finally I said, "Gentlemen, if you don't want to participate or watch, I suggest you leave. Amber should be here in about two minutes.
"She has no idea what to expect when she gets here. But she knows that she isn't going to like it. She won't struggle. But she isn't going to be a willing participant, either. You'll each have to make up your own minds about how you feel about fucking a bitch who ain't too happy about it."
One of the guys at the bar laughed and said, "Shit, it won't be the first time. A lot of the broads that have gone to bed with me would rather have been with Tom Selleck. I understand how they feel. I'd rather have been with some good looking broad."
A few of the guys laughed and one of the men said, "Hell! I've been married for almost thirty years. I'm used to going to bed with a broad that don't want to do it! She hasn't wanted to do it since I said 'I do'."
Some of them started talking it over with their friends. But no one left the bar.
I returned to my seat at the end of the bar and had another sip of beer. It wasn't five minutes later that Amber opened the door and stepped in. She stood just inside the door and looked around nervously. The look on her face made me think of that poor goat in "Jurassic Park" just before the T-Rex gobbled him down. She was obviously fighting the urge to panic and run back out of here as fast as her shapely legs will carry her.
She spotted me and crossed the room quickly. Her high heels tapping loudly against the wood floor were the only sound in the room. She couldn't help but notice the sudden silence in the room and the way that all the men in the room followed her progress across the dimly lit barroom.
It's just an impression. But I think that after they see how sexy Amber is under those clothes, a lot of the guys in the bar are going to have a lot fewer doubts about what's about to happen.
Amber stopped beside me and quietly said, "Okay. I'm here. What do you want?"
She didn't even ask about her twelve year old daughter! It was as if she had already forgotten all about her.
She isn't the least bit concerned for her little girl. But she's obviously terrified for herself. Her voice is shaking. But there was a touch of defiance in her manner of speaking and in her expression that pissed me off.
"Are you dressed the way I ordered you to dress?"
She spread her arms as if to say, "Here I am, stupid! Look at me!"
This is going to be so much fun!
"I ordered you not to wear anything under your skirt. Did you obey me?"
She glanced to her left at the two men sitting nearest us at the bar. She was concerned that they might be listening to this embarrassing conversation. She's already humiliated enough by all the attention she seems to have attracted by simply walking in here.
She wasn't encouraged when she saw them staring at her and grinning.
She closed her eyes and sighed loudly. She nodded and then whispered, "Yes. I dressed the way you wanted."
"Show me."
She did a classic double take, certain that she didn't hear me correctly. Then she whispered urgently, "Here? Not here! You can't mean it!"
"Do I look like I'm joking? Remember what I told you last night when I left your house? I told you that you were going to regret disobeying me and attacking your daughter as soon as I closed your front door. I want you to lift your skirt up to your waist and hold it there until I tell you to drop it. Then you are going to remove your blouse and hand it to me."
She stared at me in shocked disbelief for far too long. Finally she shook her head and said, "No. I can't do that. I just can't."
I nodded in Jon's direction and he started playing the CD again. The blood drained from Amber's face in an instant. She covered her ears with her hands and screamed, "STOP IT! SHUT IT OFF! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!!"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now. It's the first time in my life that I remained unmoved by a crying female. Well, the second time if you count last night.
She placed her purse on the bar beside me. I heard a loud thud muffled by the cloth of the purse. I saw the guilty look on her face and smiled. I asked, "What's in the purse, Amber?"
She shook her head and stuttered a non answer. She reached for her purse but I put my hand on it and picked it up before she could get to it. Apparently she's already begun to take steps to put her plan to kill me into effect.
I opened the purse and pulled out a loaded .38 caliber revolver. I smiled and asked, "Were you expecting a bank robber today?"
"No. I ... I was just..."
She couldn't think of a plausible explanation.
"You aren't planning on committing a second murder are you, Amber?"
She just stared at my chest. She didn't even try to make something up.
I handed the revolver to Gary and said, "Get rid of this for me, will you?"
He took the gun and put it under his bar somewhere. I put Amber's purse down and in a calm voice I said, "I'll have to come up with another punishment for that later. I'm still waiting to see what's under that skirt, cunt."
The silence in the bar was absolute. You could have cut the tension with a knife. Every eye was on us and she was very much aware of it. But she reached down and began to work her skirt slowly up her thighs.
She stopped when her mound came into view. She knew I wasn't going to settle for that. But she was having trouble making herself lift it all the way to her waist.
She may be a murderous cunt. But even so, she's very modest. This was hard for her. I drew a great deal of satisfaction from that. If this had been easy for her it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun for me.
She finally gave in to the inevitable and began to slide her skirt up to her waist. She shuddered in revulsion when she felt it rise up over her ass and she felt the eyes of a dozen strange men on the naked cheeks of her butt.
When she was at last standing with her skirt around her waist I asked, "Did anyone at the bank say anything about the way you're dressed today?"
Her response caught in her throat. She had to stop and clear her throat a couple of times before she finally answered, "My supervisor said he liked it but that I should stay away from the front offices. I got a lot of dirty looks from the other women and more than a few of the customers, though. I'm going to get in trouble."
She said it as though she thought that I would relent upon hearing that she might be in trouble for dressing this way. I smiled and said, "I don't fucking care."
She blanched but didn't respond.
"Okay. Take off the blouse."
She let her skirt fall back into place and began to unbutton her blouse. Her fingers were shaking and she was taking a long damn time. I finally said, "You should probably pick up the pace a little, Amber. There are a certain number of things that I'm going to require of you before you go back to work. You've already wasted much too much time. It looks like you're going to be late. I understand that banks frown on that sort of thing."
She moaned, "Oh god," softly under her breath and tried to get control of her shaking fingers. Finally her blouse was unbuttoned. She took it off and handed it to me.
Her face and upper chest were bright, bright red. I don't think I've ever seen anyone blush like that before. The contrast between her dark red upper chest and her stark white lacy little bra is breathtaking. I love the way her nipples show through the lace. And the way her cleavage is enhanced by the pushup feature of her bra is very attractive. It did my heart good to see how much she hates this.
She closed her eyes and reached behind her back to release the catch on her bra. She was assuming an order that wasn't given. But I didn't bother to point that out to her. She took it off mechanically and handed it to me with shaking hands.
I smiled and said, "Okay, bitch. Hand me the skirt now. You don't want to keep it on. It might get stained."
She was aware enough to realize the significance of my words and her eyes shot open. But I imagine she was expecting something terrible to happen to her when she came here today. Just because she's evil doesn't mean she's stupid. I wouldn't want her to leave disappointed.
She fumbled with her skirt and finally pushed it down and stepped out of it. She held it out to me. I smiled when I saw how badly her hand was shaking. I took it from her and placed it on the bar with her blouse and bra.
I let my eyes play over her naked body for a long moment before I said, "I want you to go to each of the men in this room and say hello. Introduce yourself and tell them that you're looking forward to fucking them or sucking their cocks before you go back to work."
She almost fell to her knees. I think she would have if she hadn't reached out and grabbed the empty stool beside her to steady herself. She finally looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Oh god! I can't! I can't do that. Please. I'll do what you want at home. I'll do anything. But not this! Not here!"
I smiled and in a reasonable voice I responded, "But Amber, I told my friends all about you. They're anxious to meet you. You don't want to embarrass me in front of my friends do you?"
I watched her face. I could almost see her mind trying to penetrate the fog of shock and humiliation and figure some way out of the horrible mess she finds herself in.
There's only one way out for her, though. The only other option she has is to allow me to take the evidence I have against her to the cops. She has to believe that what I'm making her do isn't as bad as spending the rest of her life in prison. Even knowing that I was an innocent man she had no trouble having me locked up for decades. But she apparently believes that even allowing a bar full of men to gang rape her is preferable to being locked up herself.
She turned to the man sitting nearest to us at the bar. She started to cover her body as best she could with her arms but realized the futility and quickly dropped them back to her side.
I could hear the self pity in her weak voice when she said, "Hello. My name is Amber. I'm looking forward to ... having sex with you."
I chuckled and reminded her, "I didn't say anything about having sex, Amber. What did I tell you to say?"
She turned to look at me in despair. The tears were streaming down her cheeks now. It took her a moment. But she eventually remembered what she was to say and turned back to the guy in front of her.
She didn't look him in the eyes. She couldn't if she wanted to. He was moving his eyes back and forth between her tits and her pussy. She said, "I'm looking forward to fucking you or ... or sucking your ... cock."
He finally looked at her face and smiled. He reached out and cupped her pubic mound. She recoiled in shock. But she didn't pull away. He chuckled and said, "I'm looking forward to it, too. You sure are a sexy little thing."
I saw her hips jerk suddenly. I assumed he must have worked a finger or two up inside of her. She waited for him to finish degrading her and moved down the bar repeating her greeting to the other men there before going around the room until she had invited each man in here to fuck her or let her suck their cock. Each time she stopped and offered herself to a man he smiled and groped some part of her body as she said what I told her to say.
I watched her as she made her way around the room. Watching her suffer like this was just as satisfying as I dreamed it would be. When she got to the last man and said what she was required to say I announced, "Gentlemen, the bitch is yours. Try not to take too much time. She does have to get back to work."
Gary hurried over to Amber and pulled her into the shallow alcove where the pool table is located. He picked her up, dropped her on her back on a sturdy table and stood between her legs while he opened his pants.
I watched until the action started. She cried out when Gary's cock entered her and she grunted with each violent stroke. But her noises were quickly muffled. An old guy moved into position on the other side of the table where her head hung down, perfectly positioned for providing blow jobs. He grinned down at her as he slowly freed his cock from his not-too-clean looking carpenter's pants. From where I was sitting at the bar I could see that the few teeth he has left are various shades of brown and green. But his dick still works and he took great pleasure in shoving it into her mouth.
The other men in the bar gathered around to watch and make crude comments while they waited their turns.
Amber cried and grunted loudly with each stroke of the cocks that were raping her. But I could hardly hear her for the degrading comments the men were making as they joked about her.
I got up and went to the storeroom to check on Tawney.
Tawney opened the door when she saw me approach. She had a huge grin on her face. I needn't have worried about her. She was enjoying the show immensely. But I still worry about how the things she's seeing are going to affect her later.
I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't have allowed her to come if that's a concern. And you're right. But after what I learned about the way those two psychos have treated the poor girl for her entire life I thought she'd enjoy getting to watch her rotten mother get a little down payment on the payback she has coming. In the back of my mind, though, I was well aware that my conscience is going to bother me later for exposing Tawney to these kinds of things.
She assured me that she's doing fine. I reached out and squeezed her shoulder affectionately. I kissed her forehead and she moved into my arms. I held her like that for a moment, thinking how awful it must be to grow up in a home with no love, no affection, never a hug or a kiss.
I gave her a squeeze and stepped back, once more feeling nearly overwhelmed by the emotions she stirs in me. I'd be lying if I tried to say that I'm not just as hungry for a little honest affection as she is. It's been a long time since I've had the opportunity to hold someone just to be holding them.
I winked at her and went back out into the bar. I walked past the gang rape taking place in the alcove to the dark corner in the back of the room and joined Jon at his table. He's sitting alone now. His companion is in line to fuck Amber.
I promised Jon that he could have her all to himself later so he's just sitting back and enjoying the show. We sat together and watched as the men took turns violently raping Amber.
She must have started to struggle. A couple of the larger men in the group are holding her arms now. Then I saw why she was struggling. The guy that has his cock in her mouth appears to be attempting to fuck her throat!
I silently wished him luck and said to Jon, "Her daughter is staying with me. I had to get her out of that house. Jon, she never took her kid to a doctor or a dentist. I need a medical power of attorney but I don't even know how to get one. With my history, until I can clear my name, people aren't going to trust me with the wellbeing of a teenage girl."
He grinned and said, "I'll take care of it. I've gotten to know a lot of lawyers and judges over the years. I can get it for you. I have all the information from my investigation."
"I appreciate it. Just let me know what it costs. I'm not concerned about the price."
He chuckled and nodded in the direction of Amber. "An evening with your new pet cunt should make us even."
"She is a pretty good fuck," I admitted. "Her heart isn't in it. And last night was the first time I got laid in so long that I almost forgot which hole to use so my opinion might be biased. But her husband has a tiny dick and that was some really tight pussy.
"She hates sucking cock. But for that very reason I loved making her do it. I wouldn't want a steady diet of that nasty bitch for the rest of my life. But she sure makes a good practice fuck for someone like me who has been out of circulation for a while."
He laughed and said, "I'm pretty easy to please. I was married for almost twenty years before my wife left me. The sad truth is I didn't get laid much more often than you did when you were in prison. The happiest day of my life was when that frigid bitch took off."
I was keeping one eye on the men that were gang raping Amber and another on the time. Before very long it won't matter if she loses her job. But for now I want her to feel like she has a life, a reason that she can't cut and run. She has a husband and a house and a job and a life.
She has a daughter, too. But that doesn't seem to be a consideration for her. The sick bitch!
The men were starting to line up for seconds when I got their attention once again and said, "Gentlemen. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put an end to the fun and games. I hate to disappoint Amber. She has finally found her true calling and needs all the practice she can get. But she needs to get cleaned up and get back to work. I'd hate to see her lose her job because I sure as hell ain't gonna support her nasty ass."
They reluctantly backed off, except for the two who were in the process of raping her when I pulled the plug. The man fucking her mouth was holding her legs up in the air for the man who's fucking her. It wasn't until that moment that I realized she was getting fucked in the ass!
The last two finally got their rocks off. Amber didn't move for a long moment. When she finally did she just curled up into a fetal ball and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She was crying pitifully and obviously in pain. But as far as I can tell she's the only one in the room that pities her.
She was a fucking mess. Even from our table I could see the strands of cooling cum on her face and in her hair. Her tits received as much abuse as the rest of her. They're dark red and look like they're going to be bruised. They look very sore.
Her vulva and her upper thighs were slick with male fluids. I could see from across the room that her body is covered in stale sweat.
I let her cry for a few minutes. Then I called out, "Amber! Get the fuck up! You can't lie there feeling sorry for yourself all damned day. Not only is it inappropriate, but you have a job to get to.
"If you don't get up and go get cleaned up I might not be able to keep the guys from going around again. Or is that what you were hoping for?"
She struggled to sit up, moaning all the way. She was in a lot of pain and could hardly move. Suddenly her eyes got big. I saw a spasm ripple through her small body. She clamped a hand over her mouth and slid off the table. She rushed to the ladies room and in the moment of silence that followed we heard her puking her guts out.
As the bathroom door closed behind her the men all seemed to start talking at once. No one seemed to harbor any lasting reservations about raping amber. The small crowd was making a wide assortment of crude comments about her and her various sexual talents. Some of those sexual abilities are newly acquired with their help.
They were also bugging Gary all at once for fresh drinks. He should be pleased with the lunchtime profits this day. And he got laid, too!
It was about five minutes before Amber came out of the ladies restroom. She hurried to the bar with her head down all the way. She picked up her skirt, bra, blouse and her purse. She stopped at the table where she had just been gang raped to pick up her shoes and then she skittered nervously back into the restroom.
She didn't look much better when she finally came back out. She was dressed. But her hair was a mess. Apparently she couldn't get all the cum out and it made it hard to brush. She had a haggard look on her face. She looked like she had just been raped. Her face had a deathly pallor to it. Somehow I don't think Amber enjoyed meeting all of her new boyfriends.
I wondered if she would go back to work. I didn't get close to her. But I didn't have to. I could tell from where I was still sitting with Jon that she stank. She smelled of sweat and cum and fear.
She glanced over at me, obviously asking my permission to leave. I smiled and nodded. She almost ran to the door and she was gone.
Most of the men laughed as she left. Several of them offered to buy me a drink. I thanked them. But I have somewhere to go. I'm taking Tawney shopping.
I asked Jon to call me when he has the power of attorney for Tawney. I suggested that he wait a day or two before coming over to spend an evening with Amber. He'll probably enjoy raping her more if she has a little recovery time before he sticks his dick in her.
He agreed. I shook his hand and thanked him again. I owe my hold over that bitch to him and I'm very grateful.
I went over to the storeroom. Tawney came out and I heard the men go silent again when they saw her. I put my arms around her and led her back down the dark hallway to the rear exit.
I opened the car door for her but before she got in she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. She looked up at me, smiled and said, "That was horrible! I loved it! Did you see her face?!"
I returned her hug and said, "Yes. I saw her face. She really feels sorry for herself. You know, I think that she honestly doesn't realize what a horrible person she is!"
"She doesn't. She didn't ask about me, did she?"
"No. She was only worried about her own ass; with good reason as it turns out. At least one of those guys went exploring there."
She laughed and said, "I feel so sorry for her ... NOT!"