Help Wanted

                               Help Wanted

                                                                          Chapter 13

       On occasion I get work by word of mouth, and such was the case of the missing bride. In point of fact she wasn't a bride in the technical sense and her location was known to the nearest three hundred miles. My client came highly recommended as far as his truthfulness and ability to pay; the latter characteristic critical when I considered taking on an assignment. I noticed that my recent cases all had a common thread, young female teens. This one was no different, which tipped the scales in his favor and so I accepted a retainer and started doing some spadework.

       My client was involved in some rather strange stuff, but a quick evaluation indicated to yours truly that it was not cause for too much concern. Devil worship might be off the wall, but to the best of my knowledge it wasn't outlawed in too many states, and seemed to flourish in Mexico, which appeared to be the location of my client's new bride. As he described the background that led up to our arrangement, I listened and made no attempt to be judgmental, which I have learned is a sure way to lose friends and alienate clients.

       My client, who wished to remain nameless, claimed to be a bona fide warlock. As such he was entitled to take as his bride any female who had undergone menarche, a fancy name for her first period. He was quick to make sure that he understood there were penalties for those who had sex with underage children as defined by each and every state. He always made absolutely certain to have the marriage ceremony in a county of a state where his new bride was considered to be at the age of consent. Thus his latest wedding had taken place in the midwest, no surprise to this jaded veteran of such matters.

       Things had gone smoothly until the ceremony, to be officiated by the chief warlock of the Circle of Hell, (an area composed of almost half of the continental USA) was thrown into a cocked hat by the arrival of his bride, a rather mature fourteen year old firecracker naked except for handcuffs and a hobble chain. It was obvious that she had jumped the gun a little based on the burns and welts crisscrossing her body, and the fresh cum that was oozing from the raw, swollen wound that used to be her fresh, tight virgin cunt. The little darling from hell had also been sampling some of the more powerful mind altering drugs common to the area, and was feeling no pain. Somehow she and my client managed to get through the I dos and don'ts before she passed out.

       Things got even stranger, if such a thing were possible, when the group that had been entertaining his bride showed up, claiming the right to a shivaree. When this noisy celebration ended nearly a day later, his new bride was no where to be found. However there was plenty of feedback from some of the folks who witnessed what happened to the young bride at the shivaree, which turned out to be a massacre of sorts. It turned out that her family was a bit upset over her choice of my client to be her devil worshipping husband. To make her realize just how angry they were, they made sure that the friendly folk that had been doing their best to show her the error of her ways got another crack at the newly wed and soon to be nearly dead bride.

       To make sure she was wide awake to feel all the things they were going to do to her, she was introduced to more drugs that she either swallowed along with large quantities of stale piss that had been aging for many hours, or mainlined. To make the injections even more painful, they picked such locations as through her nipples and clit. One sadist even managed to give her a pair of injections in her gums, way in the back so the pain was mind-blowing. He was frustrated from giving her more shots when his hypodermic needle broke off in her gum during the second injection.

       Then they went back to beating her naked body from neck to kneecaps, front and rear sides, with rubber hoses, sawed off broomsticks and a length of electrical cabling that could only be wielded by a few of the more muscular members of the shivaree party. When they got tired of beating her senseless, they returned to raping her in every hole. Many times two cocks were wedged into her tight cunt, and once a pair of dudes with average sized cocks did the honors in her bleeding asshole. What they lacked in size they made up for with viciousness. The little teen barfed up everything she'd eaten for the last couple of days as tandem cocks sawed away inside her gullet, blocking her windpipe so she passed out repeatedly, only to be revived with lit cigaerettes held to her cunt lips, nipples, armpits, and navel, to name the more popular areas for extinguishing them.

       They forced gallons of water and piss down her throat until she looked as if she was carrying twins and they were a couple of weeks overdue. One former nurse mixed up a series of enemas that she had collected during her stay in one of the state-run asylums for the criminally insane. They were a big hit with the crowd as each caused the teenaged bride to scream until her voice cracked and in one case she nearly chewed her tongue to pieces as the fiery mixture made it feel as if her lower intestines had caught fire. All good things must come to an end and so it was with the teen bride's shivaree. To make sure she'd always remember this party, they had a tattoo artist ink some interesting designs into her belly, ass and tneck, in exchange for some drugs guaranteed to keep him off the planet for at least a few days.

       A motorcycle gang that was preparing to make a run into Mexico to raise hell and get wasted took the teen along as collateral in case they needed something to trade for gas, food or beer. This was all my client had to go on, not much I'm afraid.  This information did not sit well with my client, the warlock, and so here he was. The only thing he could offer was that this week the girl's mom and grandmother were supposed to be staying at a resort catering to folks into devil worship and the like. Armed with this slim lead, I headed for Casa Diablo to pick up the bride's trail.

       There are few things worse than traveling to an out of the way destination, especially in the heat and humidity of summer in the midwest. It took two different airlines to get within a hundred or so miles of this place, and then a rental car that drove like a tank and had an air conditioner that seemed on the brink of failing the entire time it took to get to the mysterious Casa Diablo. I'll say one thing, it sure was off the beaten path. It was as if someone had built a high wall around a bunch of adult motels, the seedy kind you find downtown where the whores troll for customers. Within it reminded me of some type of upscale prison, if such a facility were possible.

       It did have a restaurant attached to a bar that appeared to be illuminated by a fifty watt bulb. After having what passed for dinner, I checked out the bar. Besides myself and the bartender, a scowling fellow about a head taller than me and looking twice as bored by it all, there were four people nursing their drinks, all at the counter. It was hard to make out what they looked like in view of the darkness, but I did determine that two of them were female and obviously not too interested in their male counterparts. That was fine with me; all I wanted was a stiff drink, a hot shower and some peace and quiet so I could grab some sleep and be on the job bright and early tomorrow.

       The chanting and howling from the folks next door competed with the noisy air conditioner that wheezed and groaned throughout the night. A few hours before sunup a fight broke out between two women over their male customer who was holed up in the bathroom claiming that his bed was overrun with scorpions. I guess their pounding on the door got him out of the john and back into bed. Now it was the creaking of the bedsprings that added to the cacophony of sounds working against my desire for sleep. It took some time but I guess the two women wore the stud down to the point that he calmed down and the squeaking stopped long enough for me to escape into dreamland once more.

       I can't say I was at my best when I made an appearance at what passed for the swimming pool. The water had a funny cast to it, possibly from the shimmering heat waves that were already rising from the concrete or perhaps more likely the lack of proper maintenance that was inviting some strange growth to begin taking over the pool's surface. There were perhaps eight people scattered around the pool's perimeter. None of them looked particularly appealing despite the fact that two of them had gone topless. Nothing like the sight of four oddly shaped tits on display so early in the day. I did notice that one guy in a speedo had developed some substantial wood from viewing those uncovered tits. I figured he hadn't sobered up from whatever he'd ingested last evening.

       My client had supplied me with some recent photographs of the child bride's mother and grandmother. You talk about trailer trash; these two symbolized all that was trashy. I did however have to admit that for a mother-grandmother combo, they sure looked young. Grandma must have been pushing forty and her offspring looked to be in her late twenties, tops. I did some fast math and realized that this was probably normal in the neck of the woods they were bred and raised. A couple of other things were apparent, tattoos ran in the family, along with big tits. I could imagine that if they were dipped or sprayed for fleas and other parasites and took a bath afterwards, they might be passable if the light was just right and one had a few boilermakers under his belt. A slow scan of the pool did not turn up anyone that might be them.

       It was then that this big, bald guy, maybe a former wrestler or bouncer, made his entrance along with a gaunt creature whose sexualityI had a hard time judging. He was wearing a short white robe that looked expensive, and held a leash attached to the neck of the creature who was crawling in front of him. It was stark naked and obviously had been put through the mill recently based on the looks of the cuts and bruises that dotted its skeleton-like body. Although it was already hotter than the hinges of hell, my skin crawled. The creature was a girl, a very young girl, maybe ten, except she was mighty tall for her age.

       Growing up, I was always told that staring at people was impolite, yet here I was staring as the child-like creature crawled by me. Her master yanked the leash hard, choking her, and she stopped by one of the chaise longues set up by the pool. He took off the robe to reveal a spare tire as well as what used to be a pretty fair set of biceps. All he had on beneath the robe was a leather strap that was almost like a g-string, only wider. Before stretching out to get some sun he fished a set of handcuffs from the pocket of his robe and manacled the girl's hands behind her back, making sure that the ratchets were set to bite into the bones of her wrists. He stretched out on the longue and pointed toward his groin.

       She crawled over on her knees and leaned forward to use her teeth to unfasten the strap to get at the thick length of cock that lay coiled beneath it. He looked up and caught me gawking. With a small smile on his smooth shaven face he beckoned for me to join him. I felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I sheepishly walked towards him, noticing that the girl had busied herself with sucking his cock back into life. This was too freaky for words, I thought to myself. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

       I'd heard of stick chicks, even seen some pictures of one, but to be a few feet away from this one was oddly disconcerting. Without even bothering to ask my name or tell me what his was, he launched into a spiel that turned my stomach.

       "She weighs a shade under 32 kilos, that's roughly 70 pounds if you don't know your metric. A year and a half ago when I got her, she was a plumpish 48 kilos. I can prove, thanks to her birth certificate, which came with her, that she is sixteen, although as you realize, she looks to be about ten. Thanks to the marvels of modern science, especially perscription drugs, I've not only retarded her maturation, I've put it into full regression. A year ago she had pubic hair, periods and breasts. Today they are just memories. All that and I and my friends have whittled off about one-third of her body weight as well. "

       I couldn't help but think about the bonsai moppets I'd encountered on my last case. Compared to them, this was on the other end of the spectrum. This girl looked to be on the verge of starvation, not to add the cuts, bruises and burns she carried on that skin and bones body. What kind of monster was this big guy to whom I was talking? The subject of our conversation was going to town on his joint, which had regained most of its stiffness. This was an impressive piece of meat. I wondered how the kid managed to accommodate that slab of cock when he fucked her, or did he bother to fuck her? I got my question answered quickly.

       " In fact that's why I'm here. I've been giving her to my friends and their friends for the past two days. She's taking a break just now. I haven't fed or watered her since we got here, and she'll do anything right now for something to eat or drink. That's the reason for the rather enthusiastic head she's providing. At this stage my cum tastes like filet mignon and piss is better than champagne. I've been told that yesterday she sucked off a dog, but she wasn't allowed to have any of its cum. She cried like a baby until some of my friends put her back on the mattress and started another gangbang that lasted quite some time and left her unconscious. I'm afraid she's not exactly a ton of fun this morning, if you'll pardon my poor pun."

       I was speechless; this guy was indeed some kind of a monster for sure. I was trying to figure out how to get away from this ugly situation when he yanked his dick from the stick chick's mouth and sprayed her face with a huge blast of the white stuff, deliberately aiming for her vacant eyes. Because of the cuffs she couldn't do much to get at the cum dripping down her face except frantically flick out her tongue in hopes of capturing a few drops that coated her lips. That got him angry and the next thing I knew, he dragged her trembling body by her hair to the edge of the pool and then heaved her at least three feet into the scummy water. He watched impassively as she struggled to keep her head above water, and then went under, leaving a trail of bubbles to mark her location.

       I jumped up and ran to the edge of the pool before deciding that this was not my call. I waited for the girl to resurface as drowning persons normally do. Seconds later her head broke the surface and she screamed for help, but was studiously ignored by the others taking the sun. The big guy looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I feigned disinterest and turned to go back and see whether the breakfast food in the restaurant was edible. He blinked first to my great relief.

       "Do me a favor and get her out of the pool. I don't want to get wet right now on her account."

       I replied that since she was his property he should be the one to fish her out. Once more her head bobbed up, only this time she didn't have the energy to scream. We watched her lose the battle and sink down to the bottom. By now we were drawing some attention from the rest of the folks. I could hear one couple make a bet about how many times she'd come to the surface before she went under permanently. I upped the ante.

       "What's in it for me?"

       He sighed and said he'd let me have her after she finished taking care of some folks who were going to see what they could do in the way of adjusting her attitude.

       "As you saw already, she gives great head. Despite all the pronging she's gotten over the last two days, I can assure you that her cunt is still surprisingly tight. Her asshole has however been torn up pretty badly, so you might not want to try that unless you protect yourself with a double condom. I'll even throw in my trusty rubber hose that she hates more than anything in the world. Use it between her legs and she'll do anything you want. Personally I like to whack her flat chest until she's so sore she can't breath. It's great fun to watch her slowly turn blue as she zones out from lack of oxygen."

       Up she came, but this time she took on a mouthful of pool water and submerged quickly as a couple of people clapped. I took a deep breath and dove in where the last few bubbles had reached the surface. The water was murky and it took a few seconds to spot her body hugging the bottom of the pool. For a bag of bones she put up quite a struggle, fear will do that to a person, make them insanely strong for a brief time. I had to choke her out before I could kick up to the surface, carrying her along like a dead weight. Damn, that water was foul tasting and it left some type of slick all over my body. I managed to paddle to the edge of the pool with the stick chick in tow. He grabbed her by the hair and instead of pulling her out, he dunked her and held that naked chick under until I had to pry his hand off her, returning him from wherever his mind had gone.

       Once I got her out of the pool I tried to recall how to revive a person who has nearly drowned. I improvised, starting out slapping her silly much to the amusement of her owner. Then I pounded on her bony chest with my fist a couple of times and got a slight response. It was then that the big man stepped in and drove his foot right between her cunt lips, neatly splitting that raw, swollen peach in two. She proceeded to sit up and spew out that oily, foul tasting pool water that she'd been sampling on her numerous trips to the bottom. He grinned  at me and said,

       " I'll have her delivered to your room in roughly two to three hours. I've already promised those three gentlemen across from us to let them have a go at her first. All I'll guarantee is she'll be conscious, but in what condition I can't say."

       I reminded him to make sure the rubber hose came along with whatever was left of her naked body, bringing a smile to his face. So off he went to introduce the girl to her new friends, and I started my search for the missing twosome. I made a beeline to the seedy front desk of this hotel from hell and showed my pictures to the clerk. His eyes twinkled as he carefully went over them. Then he told me that they had checked in a day before me.

       Yesterday they had made an appearance by the pool in the nude, and naturally the guests thought  they were two slaves sent out by their master to work the crowd. When approached, they were less than polite to the masters and so hotel security had  to be called to take them away. They had been rigorously and vigorously interrogated downstairs until security was convinced that this was just a terrible misunderstanding. Mother and daughter were now in their room recovering from the effects of this meeting with the  security personnel. If I was interested in taking a look at the tape that was made of the interrogation, it was running on channel sixty-three of the hotel closed circuit home entertainment TV system. However he refused to tell me what their room number was, as per their request upon registering. Ten dollars convinced him that he had misspoke and so armed with the information about their whereabouts, I went to my room to shower and soap the pool scum from my body before returning to the restaurant, such as it was, and having breakfast. It looked like it was going to be a very long day based on what had transpired so far today.

                                                                     (To be continued-lex ludite)