I had now reached the lowest of low. I knew that. I scratched up the dog shit, took it in my mouth, it shook me, I vomited again, wiped everything up again with my hands, stuffed the porridge and the slime into my mouth, sucked my hands clean, looked for hard pieces on the floor, which I stuffed into my mouth, and finally I knelt down and cleaned the asphalt and the stones with my tongue. From the vomit and from the puke. Only then did the door swing open again and the Negress appeared, this time with the Rottweiler on a leash, whom she had called Nero. Immediately the dog tugged at her, dragged her a few steps forward and began to lick up my vomit as well.
“See, this is how you do it!”
When Nero was finished, he also came to me and licked my coat and face. His wet tongue, drool and slobber were almost a release, so I let it happen, opened my mouth wide and drew the stench of the dog into me.
“The black woman pulled Nero back into the house on a leash and disappeared. I sat on my bloody knees for a long time and tears welled up in my face.
How long was I stuck there? I don’t know. The sun had come out, my head ached and the heat made me sweat in streams. Cars drove by now and then, but I didn’t notice them. At some point a big pick-up truck turned into the driveway and drove behind the house where the big abandoned parking lot was. A few minutes later there were sounds coming from inside, laughter, barking, music was turned on. The door was ripped open and in the door frame appeared a very gaunt young black man in jeans and a T-shirt. Judging by his voice, he was still an adolescent, a teenager, maybe a child.
“She’s still here, it’s incredible!” he laughed a very high-pitched laugh. It was more of a giggle. “She looks tidy!” he shouted into the house, “Finally, another white bitch!” He came in front of me, but I didn’t dare look him in the eye.
“You can go now!” he said, while stroking around me. He nested around my coat and began to pop one button after the other until my naked body stood before him on display. “Whoaah, you are old and fat! How old are you?”
“29!” I answered quietly.
“There’s no money to be made with you anymore,” he laughed, “get lost!” With that, he turned around and tried to disappear back into the house.
“I’m staying,” I shouted after him desperately but surely. Meanwhile Nero had appeared in the front door again and was panting. Slowly the young man turned around and came towards me again. Threatening. Nero was now at his side. “Have I allowed you to speak?” he shouted. “Huh? Did I?” he kicked me in the side with full force, so that my head fell in the dirt and I immediately had sand in my mouth. I moaned, Nero barked.
Suddenly I smelled that stinking dog’s breath again and felt Nero’s tongue licking my face. Then something happened that I had not foreseen. Nero lifted his leg and marked me. A thin short beam hit me in my hair, before I could realize what was happening it was already over. It stank brutal. The boy laughed out loud. “How funny is that! You belong to Nero now!”, his voice rolled over literally. He grabbed Nero’s neck and fumbled around with his collar. When he had finally loosened it, he threw it in front of me.
“If you stay, you will suffer. Suffer a lot.” He whispered it literally and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself. “You’d better go”, and with that he and Nero disappeared back inside. But this time, the door didn’t close, but left a crack open.
Nero’s collar was lying in the dirt in front of my eyes. It was dark brown and already worn out. It had a big ring in the front. I touched it, it was still warm. Then I grabbed it and smelled it. It smelled like dog. I kissed it and licked it and had the taste of worn leather in my mouth. I put it around my neck and closed it tightly. Then I crawled into the house.
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IV
DIRT
Inside, the building did not correspond to a residential building, but to a run-down industrial building with a long corridor, from which two doors each went off to the right and left, before leading into a kind of hall at the back, which now served as living space. A large black leather sofa stood in the middle of the large room on which the fat Negress sat. She was naked, her legs had been spread obscenely and at her feet lay Nero.
It was comfortably warm and stuffy in the building and the smell of animals, tobacco and sweat was over everything. It was a smell that excited me immediately. This was not a dwelling house of people, but the gate to a hell of animality, heat and sweat. Trembling, I crawled towards the sofa and came to a halt on all fours at the feet of the Negress. I didn’t dare look into her eyes.
“What are you bringing?” she asked sternly.
“Only me, mistress!” I answered.
“Empty your pockets. Now!”
So I put my wallet, my passport, my iPhone, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and two condoms in front of her on the floor.
“How much money is in the wallet?”
I emptied my wallet in front of her and next to the three $1 bills some change came out.
“Credit card?”
I pulled out the credit card and handed it to the negress.
“How much credit?”
“It is used up, mistress! I have no more money.”
“What did you live on? Were you a prostitute?”
I nodded.
“Pimp”?
I nodded again.
“Who?”
And I told her how I worked at the strip club and the bouncer took care of me.
“A nigga?”
I nodded again and told them about my clients, about the practices and that since my visa expired, I was happy to stay in the country.
“An illegal, that is.”
The young lad came out of an adjoining room, which had to be the kitchen, with a large pot of coffee in his hand. He sat down on the back of the sofa and took a sip.
“The sow is illegally in the country!” she informed the young lad.
“All the better. He said that apathetically and without paying attention to me. Rolling a joint seemed to be more important to him, because he was drizzling the grass on the tobacco, forming it into a nice bag and lighting it on fire. He inhaled deeply and then blew the thick smoke into the air. I did not know what to say. “I warned the cunt,” he said after he took a second drag, “if she puts the collar on, she’s lost!”
The Negress giggled. To the young man turned: “I don’t understand these piglets. They are well-groomed, they look neat and tidy, they could have made something out of them. Instead they’re looking for Hank and demanding to be treated like dirt and broken.” To me: “Get naked, bitch!”
I took off my coat and boots. When I started to nestle at the collar, she interrupted me. “The dog collar stays on! Come here!” I crawled to her feet.
From an occasional table she grabbed a bottle of cheap vodka and ordered me to form my hands into a bowl. She poured the vodka, which smelled strongly of alcohol, into it. “Wash your face off, you stink like dog shit!” She laughed.
I rubbed the vodka into my face and finally washed my lips and nose off. When I was done with it, I had to take two more strong sips from the bottle and rinse my mouth with it. I swallowed the alcohol. My mouth felt burned out, but finally it tasted not so unbearably bitter and sour.
“Crouch down properly! I want to see your udders and your cunt! Put your arms behind your head!”
When I was in position, her look moved from my face, across my breasts and waist to my center: my dripping cunt.
“You’re dripping, sow!”
“Yes, I’m sorry, mistress. I am aroused!”
The Negress laughed. Then her expression changed again. “I’m not interested in your excitement.” She reached for a pack of methol cigarettes, lit up a cigarette and smoked while she kept looking at me.
“Have you ever been whipped?”
I shook my head.
Now the Negress looked at the young man who had just finished his joint and was again pressing a thick swath of frenzy out of his lungs. Both turned their eyes. Then the fat negress became loud. “What the fuck is this shit? You are…”, she flipped through my passport, “you are 29 years old, you show up here and have never been whipped before! What are we gonna do with you, you stupid, inexperienced piece of shit?”
At that moment the mobile phone rang, which was lying on the sofa next to the negress. “Hi Hank, yes, the sow is here”, a pause began. She nodded. “But you know: the sow has no fucking experience. “Again, she listened to the words that came from the other end of the line. “Well, okay. I don’t know. But I’m filming her”, she looked at me: “Hank asks if you’ve been pregnant the last few years!”
I said no.
“Are you using birth control?”
I affirmed.
The woman spoke on the phone again, laughing. “That’s right, from one of the homeless people,” she giggled. Then she listened back into the phone, nodded. “Sure, no problem.“
„She’s clean-shaven on the body, and I’ll shave her skull with my own hands.“
After a pause: “Not a hair on her head.” She looked over at me. “I’d put the spades on the back of her head. Exactly. I’d stab her with it. Then nigga whore underneath, real big. I’ll have Dixon put it on her. I’ll call him and make an appointment.“ She laughed again. “We’re gonna take the big van, we’re gonna drive around. I think Washington Avenue and 12th, that’s where the bums are. All right!” She turned off her cell phone and looked at me. And she slid her hands up to her cunt. “Goddamn, I’m all wet!”
Naked and fat as she was, the negress lifted herself out of the sofa and went to one of the metal shelves where a large camera was lying. The young man had also jumped up and both debated loudly how best to film the film Hank wanted. Finally the young man prevailed and was allowed to lead the camera. He stood behind the sofa and the red lamp at the camera lit up. From now on I was in the film. I was excited.
The negress let herself fall back into the leather cushions. She snorted and sweated. “Now you’re going to lick my cunt. Come on.”
I crawled to the sofa while the fat negress moved forward and spread her legs wide. “Start with my feet, lick them good, then over my legs to my cunt. Do it!”
My mouth bent down at her feet and began to kiss her. They were dirty and stank cheesy. Nevertheless I sucked her toes extensively and for a very long time and licked the sweaty soles of her feet. I stroked their lower legs and slowly worked my way up. Her sex stood wide open and glittered. It stank worse than dog urine.
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