As he turned off the light, he said, “get used to this – every day and night, as long as I keep you.”
She tried to shift to take some strain off her manacled arm and leg, as he said quietly, “she tasted good didn’t she? I cut up her right tit. I cut it off, skinned and de-veined it, before I fried it and we ate her tit! We’re fucking cannibals now Chris! Tomorrow for breakfast you’re going to eat more of her, because she’s fresh meat in the freezer for 3 or 4 months, maybe longer. Her bones will be in every corner of the county by Christmas…
G’night Chris… don’t do anything to piss me off, will you?” Christine shivered under the blanket and fell asleep just before dawn, exhaustion pulling her into a rest she feared.
“Come on woman, up and at it!” Eddie called as he undid the cuff from the bedpost, clicking it on her right wrist again, did the same with the leg restraints. He pulled her to her feet as he propelled her to the bathroom and the toilet. “Do it,” he said, “there’s work to be done, and you’re helping.” When she was done, he wiped her awkwardly, pulled her to her feet and led her to the kitchen. He made toast and coffee, with a fried egg on each plate. “Eat,” he grunted as he shoveled the food into his mouth, belched and got more coffee. As soon as he’d done, he pulled Christine to her feet and pointed at the stairs to the basement.
She balked. “We’re sweeping and mopping and using the hose to clean up the bits of filth left behind from my last damn lazy whore!” he shouted at her. “If you don’t want to join her, you help me with the cleanup!”
Christine stepped carefully down the wooden steps in her bare feet and shuddered as she saw the fragments of bone, skin, flesh, pooled, dried and drying blood among the mess of the basement floor. Eddie thrust a broom in her hands and pushed her onto the killing floor. She plowed the mess into a pile that Eddie shoveled up and dumped through a gap in the brick wall Christine hadn’t noticed yesterday. She swept and pushed the residue of her friend’s body together with the broom; Eddie shoveled it through the hole ‘til the floor was clear of solid materiel.
Then Eddie took the hose in the corner, screwed it on an overhead spigot and turned the rusty tap on. The hose gurgled and he put his fingertip over the end of the hose, making it spray along the floor ‘til the pools washed into the seams of the broken concrete, the dried patches began to dissolve and washed down through cracks into the ground beneath the house. Christine noticed Eddie spraying the wood near where the two girls were manacled when he’d killed Sandy.
Just a bit to one side was the old fuse box, it’s cover open and as she swept the pools of water into the cracks that served as floor drains, she faked slipping and fell against Eddie, causing him to spray water into the fuse box. There was a flash and sparks and the sound of Eddie cursing as he fell back on top of her.
“Thundering fuck!” shouted Eddie, “you stupid cunt, what are you trying to do? Electrocute both of us? Good thing that’s only the one for the garage and not the house or the water down here’d have grounded and shocked the life out of us, barefoot on a wet floor. Get the mop and try to dry it up. On the other hand, let it dry itself.” He turned off the water, disconnected the hose, gave her a shove toward the stairs as he took a last look and followed her.
Christine thought she’d rather be electrocuted than trapped as Eddie’s slave for years. She dreaded the next time he raped her butt, or decided he wanted oral sex. He wasn’t a clean person. He always reeked of sweaty sourness. His clothes were dirty, his hair was greasy and shaggy. All of a sudden, a plan began to form in her mind.
As they sat at the kitchen table having coffee and a donut from the bag she and Sandy brought to snack on while removing Sandy’s stuff… was it only thirty-six hours? Yes, here one afternoon, trapped and raped while Sandy hung in the basement, then last night. The clock on the stove said it was ten in the morning.
“Where’s the washing machine or laundry tub?” she asked him. Eddie looked up, questioningly, surprised. “Obviously whatever laundry Sandy did at the laundry in town, she didn’t clean up your stuff,” she said matter-of-factly. “I guess if there was a washer, she’d have washed it here.” he shook his head. “Is there a laundry tub, maybe a scrub board? Those jeans of yours could crawl away by their self, and your shirt isn’t any better. We could take the tub up to the bathroom and I’ll wash your clothes while you have a bath. You’re stronger, so I’ll wring out as much water as I can, then you get the rest… If we hang them in the hallway, they’ll be dry by tomorrow… I’m sure you got something else to wear ‘til then…” she said hopefully.
He went into the hall, opened a door and brought back a tub and scrub board. When they got to the bathroom she was running water in a jug, pouring it in the wash tub as he stripped off his clothes and tossed them to her to wash, putting his wallet and the ring of keys on the side of the sink. He shaved as the water ran in the bath, made her sit on the side of the tub and shaved her crotch again. As she began soaping his shirt, scrubbing it, he seemed satisfied and got in the bath water. Christine put his socks and underwear in the sink to soak before washing and rinsed his shirt with another couple of jugs of water and wrung it.
She took the soap and jug, dipped it in the bath water and wet his hair, soaped and scrubbed it; after the third try it lathered. She rinsed it with clean water and washed his upper back. She froze momentarily as his wet hand touched her bare breasts and slid between her legs. “You’re a lot better than Sandy,” he said gruffly, “she never did any of this.”
“Well, I guess that’s why you were angry at her…” she said as she scrubbed his jeans, which had been soaking in the washtub. She felt the handcuff key as it slid from the pocket to the bottom of the tub and she palmed it as she bent and scrubbed, hiding it in her hair for the moment. After scrubbing his socks and underwear, she dragged the wash tub to the toilet and dumped the soapy water, refilling it part-way with fresh water to rinse the clothes. “That’s more like it,” she said, “jeans should be blue, not grey and shorts should be white, not yellow.” she wrung the stuff out and when he climbed out of the tub, he gave it another twist. She hung it over the stair railing when they left the bathroom. In his bedroom, he pulled on a pair of old dress pants and a sweater, wool socks and stuffed his wallet and key ring in the pants pocket.
“Let’s have dinner,” she suggested. He nodded, and when he gave her the dish of meat chunks to cook, she almost gagged. Sandy’s nipple was still attached to one piece. She held her breath as she fried it and served him, eating only bread, cheese and coffee herself, while he ate the breast-meat with gusto.
When she washed the dishes, he took her wrist. “Come on,” he said, “I got to go out for a few minutes. He walked her to the bedroom and manacled her foot to the leg-iron when he stopped and went out to the hall to check his pants. Christine set the key under the edge of the mattress where she’d be able to reach it with her free hand. Eddie came back, “did you see a small key, like a cash-box key when you washed my pants?” She shook her head no. “You sure?”
“No, nothing like that, just bits of paper an’ stuff that was stuck to them,” she lied.
“Fuck!” you dumped the wash-water down the toilet too,” he cursed, “oh well, I’ll send away for another set. Lie down and rest ‘til I get back. He looked toward the handcuff on the headboard and said, “if the key was in them pockets, it’s gone out under the yard now. I’ll get more after the weekend. If I lock your arm on now, you’d be stuck for a few days.” He laughed and tested the leg shackle. “Oh well, at least I got that one on my key ring…”
When he returned, about an hour later, he released her to use the washroom and he stood outside the door. When she came out, he took her to the bedroom and fastened the leg manacle to her and dropped his clothes at the foot of the bed.
“Just as well you have both hands free,” he said with a leer, “I’m going to let you suck my cock since I’m nice and clean.” he laughed coarsely, “on your knees Chris!”
“Slow down lover-boy,” she said gently, “I’ll do a better job if you let me get in the mood first. She stretched upward, kissed his chest, neck and face, her hand gliding over his stiffening penis. Eddie moaned as she ran the tip of her tongue down his front from his throat to his crotch and kissed the tip of his erection wet for an instant. He was almost begging as she licked back up to his neck, her hands holding his, pushing his right arm behind his head; suddenly lunging across, grasping his left arm, clamped the handcuff to his wrist as she started to lick down again… “don’t worry, I found the key after… you dropped it on the bathroom floor when you took off your jeans… relax and enjoy it.”
She lowered her head to his crotch, felt his right hand grasp her hair as she ran her tongue along his length, heard him gasp as she took the head in her lips, his hand letting go as she made a downward suck on his hard flesh. He was grasping the bed sheets tightly with his hand as she moved to his left side, driving her head down for her mouth to engulf about half his length, tickled the head with her tongue. When he was blissfully unsuspecting, she bit him, hard. Her perfect front teeth and incisors closed suddenly with all the power in her jaw muscles, teeth grinding as she bit. Eddie was too shocked to react for the moment it took her to tear through the tender skin, muscle, blood-engorged vessels and urethra of his penis, severing the top half from his cock totally.
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