Sintown Chronicles II: Through Bedroom Windows (21 page)

“I'm sorry, honey. Borders and I just decided to have lunch at the Korner Kafe."

“We did?” he whispered.

Leora grinned as she picked up her Polaroid camera. “Yes,” she said. “We did."

As Greta climbed into the Blazer, Maggie carried the sleeping child to the house.

“We stayed longer than we meant to,” Maggie explained as she handed Junior over to his mother.

“Did you have any luck?"

Maggie smiled and produced the nugget Junior discovered. “We were about to quit when Junior found this."

“Wow,” Sandra said appreciatively as she looked at the small rock. “Was this all you found?"

“I don't see anyway we can keep it a secret,” Maggie laughed. “When Junior wakes up he'll tell you all about it anyway. We found only one small pebble of gold during the first hour. Then I dug a little deeper in the silt. That's when Junior came up with this nugget. After that, we found enough little flakes of gold to nearly fill a baby food jar. They call it placer gold."

“You think it's worth much?"

“Maybe a couple of hundred,” Maggie fibbed. You do have a small chest, she thought as she watched Sandra ease Junior to her shoulder. How in the world did you manage to breast feed Junior?

“Eddie, I'm back."

“In the bedroom."

She dug the gold nugget found at the Reed Gold Mine from her jeans. “Honey, we found gold. We really did,” she said as she entered the bedroom and froze.

Suitcases, boxes and paper bags littered the room. Eddie was lying nude on one side of the bed. Beside him, with the sheet drawn up to her neck, was a dark-skinned beauty.

Eddie jumped out of bed and stripped back the sheet. “Meet Sewana,” he said. “Sewana, this is Greta, your obedient servant for the rest of your life.” He grasped the black girl's left breast. “Greta, you ever see a set of tits this nice?"

Greta knew she was supposed to say something. She did not want to feel Eddie's belt on her backside. “You're very pretty, Sewana.” It was then that she noticed Eddie's semen seeping from the girl's vagina.

Eddie approached her and took the nugget from her. “So this is gold,” he said. “Don't look like much to me."

“It's a start, honey,” she said as she allowed him to strip her.

“You're getting fat, bitch,” he complained as he forced the bathing suit over her hips.

“I'm sorry, Eddie."

“Look at these floppy tits, Sewana. And her cunt is so big I can drive my fist up it. Nothing like your tight little love box.” He spun Greta around and slapped her right buttock cheek, leaving an angry red imprint of his hand. “Look at that fat ass shaking like a bowl of Jell-O."

Sewana did not respond.

“I'm going to work some of that fat off of you, bitch. Put Sewana's things away and cook us a nice dinner. But first,” he said as he twisted his hand in her hair, “Sewana needs a little cleaning up.” He forced Greta towards the bed. “Give her a wide open pussy to eat, Sewana."

“Eddie, please. Don't make me do this."

“Open your legs Sewana."

“No."

“What?"

“No, Eddie. You said Greta was into this. Obviously you lied. Let her go."

Greta felt every muscle in her body tense, but Eddie's response surprised her.

“Now, Sewana,” he said sweetly. “She'll like it once she's tried it. Hell, she's eating Sandy Dollar's pussy every day."

“Maybe, but it's not filthy with your cum like mine is. Let her go or I'm out of here."

“Women,” he said shaking his head and smiling. “Greta, show Sewana the bathroom so she can clean herself up, if that's the way she wants to do it."

When the two women were alone, Greta showed Sewana how to use the bidet and the black beauty giggled as the cold spray hit her bottom.

“Greta, you must hate me."

“Eddie's a strange man. You seem to make him happy."

“He said you were all for this arrangement. You say the word and I'll leave."

“That your Ford in the driveway?"

Sewana nodded.

“You enjoy screwing Eddie?"

“I'm not going to lie about it. He's the only white guy I've ever been with. He knows how to push my buttons, if you know what I mean."

“He ever beat you?"

“No. I'm not masochistic like you."

“What does masochistic mean?"

“It means pain excites you sexually."

Greta nodded. “It does sometimes, but here lately Eddie's been going too far. If you were to leave, he'd half kill me."

“Now you're exaggerating."

She shook her head. “He told me if I didn't make you welcome he'd take me to the basement, hang me by my ankles, slice off my breasts and watch me bleed to death."

“And you believe him?"

He's been down there all week building a room. He calls it his torture chamber. It has soundproof walls and chains and handcuffs and whips. He built something that looks like a sawhorse, only the crosspiece has a sharp edge. He made me sit on it and it hurts bad. Last night he chained me to the wall and used my breasts as a target for his air pistol. It stung like hell."

The door swung open. “Well, Sewana. All cleaned up now?” Eddie was holding his leather belt in his hand.

“Yeah,” she said uneasily with a feeble attempt at a laugh. “I love this bidet."

“Good,” he responded. “She's clean now, Greta,” he said as he showed her the belt he held in his hand. “You know what I want."

Greta obediently bent over the side of the Whirl Pool and raised her exposed buttocks.

“Eddie, don't,” Sewana shouted as she grabbed his arm.

“Greta, you want your butt whipped, don't you?” Eddie asked.

“If it will give you pleasure."

“You deserve to be punished for not eating Sewana's pussy like I told you, don't you bitch?"

“Yes, Eddie. But she didn't want me to."

“You want me to punish you, or would you rather have Sewana tan your fanny?"

“Whatever you want, honey."

He handed the belt to Sewana and motioned with his head towards Greta's upturned bottom.

Sewana took the belt in her left hand and found his scrotum with her right. “Whipping a woman doesn't excite me, Eddie baby. But blistering your ass does."

He laughed uneasily. “You're kidding. You want to whip me?"

“No. I want to watch Greta do it."

He laughed again. “No way in hell, Nigger."

“You call me that again and I'm out of here.” She squeezed his testicles hard.

“Greta wouldn't do that,” he hedged.

Greta was still holding the position to receive the belt on her buttocks. “I will if you tell me to,” she said timidly.

“Go on,” Sewana urged, “bend over, you hairy ape, and when she's through Greta and I will give you some loving you'll never forget."

He smiled thinly. “You don't think I'll do it, do you? Get up Greta."

He traded places with Greta, assumed the position and braced himself for the weak blows he knew Greta would deliver.

Greta swung the belt with all her might. His body jerked and the white flesh turned flaming red.

“Go easy, damn it,” he barked.

“Nine more,” Sewana urged.

“Greta, I feel terrible about all this. I don't know exactly why I had sex with Eddie the first time, but I did and, as I said last night, he knows how to push my buttons. He told me you were a swinger and wanted me to move in with the two of you as much as he did. I bought it. If I had any idea of the way he treats you, I wouldn't be here now."

“But you are still here, Sewana. Ain't nobody holding a gun to your head. You could have packed up and moved out by now."

“Is that what you want?"

“Keep you voice down, Sewana. Let's don't wake him. It don't matter what I want. If you move out, Eddie will blame me for it."

“Why do you let him treat you so badly?"

“He can send me to prison, or maybe even the gas chamber, if he wants to. He knows things about my past. Now he wants me to be your slave and I just don't have any other choice."

“Well, I
do
have other choices. He doesn't have anything on me. It's just that..."

“Just what, Sewana?"

“It's just that he pushes my buttons."

Greta nodded. “He can push mine too when he wants to. Eddie says I'm a nymphomaniac. That's a woman who can't get enough sex. I reckon I am. Hell, some times I get off when he beats me. I can't explain it."

“Well, he's going to start treating you better or I'll leave, and you're not going to be my slave either. That's for sure. I'll tell him as much as soon as he wakes up."

“If you're going to hang around I advise you not to make Eddie angry. I know what he is capable of doing."

“Is that a car horn?"

“Yeah. My friend, Maggie, picks me up every morning to take me to work at the Dollars’ house."

Sewana watched the Blazer disappear, checked to see that Eddie was still sleeping and crept cautiously down the basement steps. She found the room behind the furnace that Greta called the torture chamber, but there was a padlock on the door. She remembered seeing a ring of keys on the bedroom dresser.

Quietly she retraced her steps. Eddie was on his back, breathing evenly. She lifted the keys carefully, but they jingled slightly anyway. Keeping the keys hidden from his possible view, she turned to the bed with a big smile on her face. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was still sleeping.

She returned to the basement and found the right key. She flipped a switch and the room flooded with light. She gasped audibly when she saw that Greta's description was accurate.

“You shouldn't stick you nose in other people's business,” Eddie barked.

She whirled around and saw his hulk blocking the door. “Get your clothes off, Nigger. I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget."

She forced a large, toothy smile to her face. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she managed to say. “Greta told me about your special room this morning. I didn't want to wake you, but I just had to see it. Man, this room turns me on."

“It does?"

“Yeah, and Greta too."

“What did she say?"

“She was so excited telling me about it that she actually played with herself while I watched."

“She did that?"

Sewana nodded. Her confidence was growing. “I changed my mind while standing here looking at all this great stuff."

“Changed your mind about what?"

“About watching you abuse Greta."

“What do you have in mind?"

“I ... I was just thinking about it when you surprised me. I want you to suspend Greta from the ceiling with those chains and make her straddle the horse. Let's tie weights to her ankles so the sharp edge digs deep into her crotch. I want to listen to her scream while I cane her tits and you flay the flesh off her back.” She watched Eddie's eyes glaze over. “Then lets spread her on the floor. I'll sit on her face while you hump her."

He licked his lips and clutched his groin. “Tonight,” he said lustily, “when she gets home from work."

“I can hardly wait.” She tried to match his tone of voice.

“Let's get some breakfast and plan this thing out in detail,” he said with a smirk on his face.

She squatted before him and pulled down his boxer shorts. “Guess what I want for breakfast,” she said. God, that was close, she thought as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the head of his penis. This jerk is insane.

Greta was running water in the sink to wash the accumulated dishes when Sandra entered the kitchen and coldly said, “Greta, Tim and I want to see you immediately in his study."

She followed her boss to the study and sat at the conference table in the chair Tim held for her.

“Greta,” Tim said. “This is not going to be a pleasant conversation."

“Have I done something wrong?"

“We're not accusing anyone of doing anything wrong, but some changes need to be made immediately,” Sandra said. “We no longer require your services."

“I don't understand. I thought I was doing a good job. I've worked hard for you, and I've done things for both of you that no other housekeeper is likely to do."

“Yes, you have,” Tim said. “You've engaged in sex with both Sandy and me. Sandy and I take our share of the blame. We both knew better. But Sandy and I are agreed it's best if we find another housekeeper and put this situation behind us."

Greta began to cry. She stretched out her hands towards Sandy. “Please don't fire me. Oh, God. Please don't fire me. You both saw what Eddie done to my ass. He'll kill me if I lose my job."

“I imagine you can get your job back at the motel,” Sandy said. “And we will write you a sizable severance check."

“It don't matter. He wants me to work for you. Please don't do this to me. I'll do anything you say."

Greta felt a glimmer of hope as she saw the Dollars exchange glances.

“Greta,” Tim said. “We were as much at fault as you were. We know that. If you promise to keep your mouth shut about having sex with Sandy and me, we will give you ten thousand dollars. That should take care of your problem with Eddie."

“Don't you see,” Greta sobbed. “That won't work. I would still have to explain why you fired me and gave me the money. If Eddie even suspected that I had sex with you I honestly believe he would kill me and might even come after the two of you."

“Why do you put up with Eddie?” Sandra asked. “Take the ten thousand and go somewhere else—start a new life."

“I've thought of that. Believe me, I've thought of that. Somehow he'd find me, and if he didn't, he'd tell the police about me and they would find me."

“The police?” Sandra asked.

Greta nodded. “I ... I killed a man once."

Tim leaned back in his chair. “If you want us to help you, you'd better explain."

“Back in Fayetteville a few years ago I was a prostitute. I worked the military base and made good money. Most of my customers were either having sex for the first time or were repeat johns. It was easy money."

“Go on,” Sandra encouraged.

“One night I propositioned the wrong guy. He wanted a blowjob and took me into an alley. His buddies were waiting. They worked me over and when they were too tired to screw me anymore, they really got nasty. They cut off my hair and made me eat it and wash it down with their piss. They threw me down and burned me with cigarettes. One guy sat on my legs and started yanking out pubic hair. Another sat on my stomach and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. He was going to cut off my nipples and save them as souvenirs. It was dark in that alley and I was out of my mind. I searched with my hand for a weapon, anything I could hit the guy with. I found a rock or a brick or something and bashed his head with it. Blood spurted everywhere. The guy fell on top of me and he was big. I couldn't get him off. His buddies ran."