The Lisa Series (24 page)

“But now I fuck your ass all the time, ain’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“And you want my cock in your ass. You ask for it. You learned to like taking old Silk’s prick up your ass didn’t you?”

“Yes, honey, I learned to like it.”

“I bet you’re wantin it right now?”

“I…I…it seems like even though it hurts, I’m always wanting it.”

“Okay, you can go to the deli.” She lowered her skirt. “We got a lot of beer last week. You ever pay for it?” Silk asked.

Lisa looked flustered, “No, I couldn’t pay for it. I don’t have any money.”

“Goddamn it!” Silk spun her around to face him, “beer ain’t free. We owe them Hindus.” He paused, grinning at her, “I’m thinking you could...”

Tears ran down Lisa’s cheeks, “Oh, please, honey...please, please...I can’t...honestly, I can’t...they...they...she’s...oh, God, honey not them...please!”

“They don’t smell so good, is all, and we owe them. So, you just tell them to come on up here after they close the store tonight.” She began to protest again. Silk pulled down hard on the silver chain. She screamed and instinctively reached for his hand, but he stepped back and slapped her across the face.

I flew out of my chair and grabbed him by the throat. “No!” Lisa shouted, “no, Billy, no!” I let him go.

Silk ignored her. He looked hard at me, his small eyes all but disappearing. “Either you don’t hear good or you’re looking to spend time in the hospital, Billy boy.” He paused. “Now, a lot is going to happen here tonight. If you get out of line again, I’ll have Dooley cut you up.” Silk wasn’t bluffing. I returned to my seat. Lisa was leaning against the arm of the couch wiping the tears with a Kleenex. Silk turned to her, “Before Billy forgot his fuckin manners, all you had to do was get the beer and invite our neighbors up here for a drink. Now, your stupid husband just got you another little duty.”

The imprint of Silk’s hand was on Lisa’s cheek, and there were dark red marks where the clamps had bitten into her breasts. She listened intently, but did not look up as Silk spoke. “Unless you want Billy hurt bad, you’ll do exactly what I say and you won’t give me no more of this shit about how them deli people disgust you. You ain’t no fuckin better than them. Is that clear?”

“Yes, honey...I’m sorry.”

“You go down there with your bare nipples and the clips and all. I want them to see you like that...like a whore.” Lisa nodded her head. “Tell me who you are,” Silk demanded.

“I’m yours, honey...your whore.” Shyly, she glanced up at him.

“That’s right. You’re Silk’s whore. I want you to show them the plug.” Lisa uttered a little cry but said nothing. “Tell them why you shove it up there. Tell them what it does, what it’s for. Then invite them to come up later for some fun. Tell them they can watch while I fuck your ass.” She didn’t answer. “I can’t fuckin hear you,” Silk said

Lisa took a deep breath, “Yes, honey, I’ll tell them. I’ll do what you say.”

“Okay,” Silk smiled. “Now, stand up straight. Push them tits out. You got great nipples. All that silver jewelry looks good on you. You ought to be proud.” Silk waited for her to respond. “Say it!” he shouted.

Without looking at him, Lisa whispered, “I am proud.”

“Proud of what?”

She stood before him, her head bowed. She was obviously trying to imagine how he expected her to respond. “I’m proud of my nipples, and the clips, and the silver chain.” She placed her fingers on the collar, “And this,” she added. She looked at Silk and saw that he was waiting for her to say more. “The collar,” she touched it again, “it shows that I belong to you...that I’m yours...that I’m Silk’s little whore.”

“Good,” Silk seemed satisfied. “You can go.” Without looking at me, Lisa walked to the hallway. She was steadier now and didn’t need to hold on. We heard the door close behind her. Silk busied himself checking the video cameras. Then he pressed several buttons on a small remote. The brightness of the lights went up and were lowered in various parts of the room. “We got it rigged like this all over the apartment, even the bathroom. But tonight there’s no cameras in my bedroom. Yesterday I took them out.” He winked conspiratorially. “The guy who edits these tapes for us is a fucking genius. Maybe Frank will give you a copy of tonight’s tape when it’s all over.”

“What do you mean, ‘all over’?”

“Could mean a number of things, Billy. Could be over when we have enough money. Or when Frank gets bored. It sure would be over if Lisa decides to go home. She could cause it to be over right now. But it will probably be over when we sell her.”

“Sell her!”

“Frank’s been talking to her about it. He might have a very good deal. So far she ain’t said yes, but she ain’t said no either.”

“For God’s sake, you bastard, she’s not a piece of property. You can’t sell her!” I stood up, trembling.

“Easy, Billy,” Silk cautioned. “I keep having to tell you that Lisa can walk away from this whenever she wants to. Them deli people got her scared out of her wits. Instead of going downstairs, she could just walk out the door and keep going. The way she’s dressed, she knows she’ll have to take a whole lot of shit from the fuckin ragheads. But she didn’t keep walking, Billy. She’s down there right now with her bare nipples sticking out, and the clips, and the butt plug in her ass. She’s doing what I told her to do.” He motioned for me to sit down. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I don’t. She loves me. I’m her husband. We had a life, a normal life. She’ll realize that and come back. This...this stuff is just something she’s got to get out of her system.”

“Get fuckin real, Billy. Lisa wants to belong to Frank. She wants to be his property.” He glanced at the video cameras then leaned over toward me and lowered his voice, “I’m gettin a strong feeling, Billy, that maybe she’d rather belong to me.” He sat back and continued, “Like I said, she wants to be Frank’s woman. I don’t think she knows why, but that’s the way it is. If Frank owns her, he can lend her out, like now he’s lent her to me. And if he owns her, he can fuckin sell her. If the price is right and if she agrees, that’s what’s gonna happen.” He paused and grinned, “She can always say no. Even at the last minute she can say no. But you seen her, Billy. She never says no.”

“This is crazy. People don’t sell other people. Sell her where? To who?” I stammered.

“I can’t say. It’s another one of the big man’s ideas. Forget it, Billy. Silk picked up his empty glass. I need another drink,” he said. “You sit tight. Don’t try nothin funny. I got to call Frank. I’ll use the kitchen phone.”

I sat in the darkened room watching the neon from the deli sign first glow red on the walls and fade out, then glow again in a slow rhythm that was like breathing. Why won’t Lisa just leave this? Maybe she’s crazy? And what about me? Why hadn’t I walked away as I meant to on that last night at Frank’s? What was I doing here? Why had I come? I blocked out what was, no doubt, the honest answer to that question. I felt terribly ashamed, afraid for us both, and disgusted. I’d begun to loath myself soon after our first encounter with Frank. Yet, here I was again. My cock had been hard all night. As I sat there imagining what was happening at the deli, I felt it swell and twitch. Ten minutes passed.

While Silk was still in the kitchen, I heard the click of Lisa’s heels on the stairs. When she entered the living room, the lights came up again. She put the six-packs on the floor. She didn’t look at me. Silk appeared in the doorway. Lisa took a step back away from him. “I just talked to Frank,” he said. “He says since you still belong to me, I can do whatever I want with you. I can even give you to the Hindus for awhile. How would you like to go downstairs with them and spend the night in their greasy bed with the fuckin dog trying to break his chain and get at you?”

“No!” Lisa cried. “No....God, no! The woman...she...she...” Lisa began to lose control again.

“Stop it!” Silk yelled. “I didn’t say I was going to give you to them. I just said I could if I wanted to.” Lisa, holding back the tears, fell to her knees in front of Silk. “Thank you, honey...oh, thank you, thank you...oh my God, honey, thank you.”

“Do you belong to me now or don’t you?”

“Oh, yes...yes I do. I belong to you. I’m your whore. Just like you said, I’m Silk’s little whore. I’ll do whatever you tell me. I want to be your woman. I want to be your whore.”

“If you belong to me, if you’re my whore then it’s just like with Frank. No fuckin difference. I can do whatever I want with you. Right or wrong?”

Still kneeling at his feet, her hands on his thighs, she looked up into his ugly grinning face. “You’re right. Yes. I belong to you. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“So if I want to give you to the stinkin camel jockeys for a night, I can do that?”

Lisa bowed her head until her lips touched the tip of one of his filthy sneakers. It was wet from the rain and top was ripped so his bare toes showed through. She held his rotten sneaker between her hands as she looked up at him again, “Yes,” she whispered, “it’s your right to give me to them.”

“So, goddamn it, don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t, honey. I promise.” She lowered her lips to his other torn sneaker, then rising to a kneeling position, she wrapped her arms around his knees and lifted her head. “And I’ll prove to you how much I...how grateful I am.”

Silk pushed her away and stepped back. “Bring me the leash,” he said.

Quickly Lisa scrambled to her feet to take it from the wall hook and hand it to him. He fastened it to her collar. “Get on your stool and sit like you’re supposed to.”

Immediately Lisa climbed up on the stool. A light came on above her head. She clasped her hands together behind her neck and spread her legs.

“Now,” Silk said, “I want you to tell us exactly what happened downstairs. Don’t leave nothing out. You done this often enough for Frank so I know you got a good memory.”

Lisa took a deep breath. She began to describe the experience in the flat emotionless voice that I’d become familiar with over the past months. “I went in. Dooley was by the door. The owner, Rafti is his name, was behind the counter. Both of them looked at me, at the holes in my blouse and at my...my bare nipples and the clips. At first they laughed. Rafti said, ‘It’s the prostitute from upstairs...Silk’s whore who come down here to show off her titties’.

“Dooley said, ‘Yeah, I knowed her for awhile over at Frank’s. She fucked me a couple weeks ago’. Dooley started to rub his erection and asked me if I liked the way he...if I liked the way he fucked me. I said, ‘Yes’. Rafti asked me why I was wearing the clamps on my nipples. I told him I wear them because you want me to. He asked if I came down there to tease him and Dooley and get them all worked up. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Please, I’d just like two six-packs of Budweiser’.

“Rafti took a little calculator out of his pocket and pressed some numbers. He said we owe him twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents not counting the two six-packs. He asked me how I intended to pay him. I said I didn’t know. He came out from behind the counter. He’s short and got a pot belly. He wears these sandals. His bare feet are always dirty and sweaty. He came over, close to me. I almost got sick because of the smell. I don’t think either he or his wife ever wash.” Lisa shifted on her stool and started to draw her legs together.

“Well, I don’t get in the fuckin tub that often myself so the stink shouldn’t bother you so damn much.” He pointed to her knees, “Open,” he said. She quickly obliged. “Then what?” he asked.

“This...this Rafti stood there looking at me.” She paused trying to remember his exact words. ‘Since you’re a whore, maybe we can work out a way for you to pay your bill,’ he said. She paused and bowed her head. “I hate that. I hate being called a whore,” she said softly.

“Look you snotty little bitch,” Silk took a step toward her, “I don’t give a flying fuck what you hate, and I don’t want to hear about it. Now, go on little whore, what happened next.”

Lisa lifted her head. Her face was flushed and there were tears in her eyes, “I looked down at the floor,” she continued, “but I was staring at his feet so I had to look away. Then he told me to show them my...my…cunt. Dooley moved to stand beside him. I lifted my skirt. Rafti looked at Dooley and said that my pussy was bald, like a baby girl’s. Dooley told him that you and Frank want me like that. Then, Rafti...he...he touched me between my legs. His fingers were dirty, and he has these long fingernails.

“He said that I was very wet and that he thought I had come down for more than a couple of six-packs of beer.” She paused and glanced away from us for a moment. Then, turning back to us, she continued, “Rafti slid two fingers inside me. That’s when his wife came in from the back room. She was very mad and started yelling for them to let me alone. She was calling me a bitch and telling them to get away from me. Rafti stepped back and Dooley went over to the counter.

“The wife came right up to me. She’s so fat and has this long dirty hair and this big nose. She was angry and sweating, and I could see the hatred in her eyes. She was shouting at me, calling me a whore and saying that I’d come down there to get her husband to...to fuck me.

“I started to explain that you sent me for beer. She grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and twisted them. She wanted to know if I always go shopping the way I was dressed, with my bare nipples showing. Then she dug her sharp fingernails into my nipples.” Lisa paused to look down at herself. There were scratches on her breasts where the skin had broken. “When she did this to me, I screamed and almost fainted. Then she stepped closer and looked straight at me. Her face was red. She started yelling again. She said that she’d like to beat me...to beat me with a whip. She said she’d like to make the whip crack against my...my cunt.” Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying to make the image of the screaming woman go away.

“Then Rafti told his wife that she couldn’t beat me because I belong to you. Arisha, that’s his wife’s name, she kept staring at me and said that maybe you would sell me to them.” Lisa reached out toward Silk, pleading with her eyes. Silk remained impassive. Lisa swallowed and took another deep breath before continuing, “Rafti told her you would want too much money for me. Without looking at her husband she said again that she would like to whip me. Rafti went to the cooler for the beer and told me that he was putting the cost on our bill.”