Evangeline (11 page)

The Brower cousins were waiting when the pussy wagon returned to the Mohr’s a few minutes later.  As my sister was helped down from the passenger’s seat she got her first close-up look at the skinheads from Verdel.  The Hitler youth were ugly sons of bitches, with shaved heads and barrel chests.  The smaller one, who Billy introduced as Danny, was smoking a cigarette and sported a Nazi swastika on his neck.  The other, Kyle, had twin lightning bolts tattooed behind his right ear; symbol of the Aryan brotherhood.  

Almost immediately Danny Brower shoved a plastic cup into my sister’s hand and said brusquely, “That’s for you.  Drink it.”

Sister stared into the dark liquid.   “Wuh… wuh… wuh…”  She wanted to ask what was in the cup, but her throat had tightened and she was strangling on the question-- which got the Browers laughing out loud.     

“Jesus fucking Christ,” gasped Kyle. 

“Hey, grow the fuck up,” Billy snapped at them.  “So she’s got a little speech problem.  So what? ”

“A little?” snickered Danny.  

The Asshole placed a hand on Angeline’s shoulder.  “Don’t listen to these pricks,” he told her.  “You just drink up.  It’s coke with a little rum in it, that’s all.  Go on.  Take a sip.” 

Sister glanced toward the Mohr’s house hoping to spot Caleb, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Go on, drink it,” Billy insisted.

Angeline raised the cup to her lips and took a tentative sip.  She tasted the Coke alright-- but there was something else in the mix; an earthy taste… like dirt.  When she tried lowering the cup Billy placed his hand under hers and brought it back to her lips. 

“This is a party, girl,” he said through a crooked smile.  “You gotta drink if you’re gonna party with us… right boys?”

“Absolutely right,” agreed Kyle, before draining a can of beer and crushing it in his hand. 

“So drink up,” commanded The Asshole.  “All of it.”  And this time there was no mistaking the menace in his voice.  

Sister did as ordered, gulping the drink as fast as she could.  She just wanted the nightmare over and done with, but in her wildly thumping heart she knew that was just wishful thinking.  There was an awful feeling of dread gnawing at her guts, like when Uncle Ted used to take her down into the storm cellar.

“Thatta girl,” said Billy when she’d drained the cup.  “You did real good.” 

Angeline handed him the cup and tried backing away but Danny Brower grabbed her. 

“Woah, woah, woah.  Where you running off to?  Party’s just gettin’ started.”

“I want to go h-home.”

“No, you ain’t goin’ home,” said Kyle matter-of-factly.  “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Yeah,” agreed Danny, herding Sister toward the back of the pussy wagon.  “Better you stay with us.” 

Angeline felt her body going numb.  Not the warm sensation she’d experienced with the tequila.  No, this was something else entirely.  Something far more intense.  She lurched from Danny’s grip and slumped against the side of the van, but Billy caught her and kept her upright.

“Easy there, Gottshit.  You’ll scratch the paint.”

“Girl’s goin’ down the K-Hole,” remarked Danny.

“Shit, she’s already there,” grinned Kyle.  “Look at her.”

Angeline was vaguely aware of their conversation-- but the voices were growing distorted and further away.  Much later I figured out what that special ingredient was that had been slipped in with the rum and Coke.  It was the drug Ketamine; Special K they call it on the date rape circuit.  Vets use it to tranquilize animals… like horses.  Angeline was on her way to a place where the mind separates and nightmares begin. 

Billy sparked a cigarette then tucked his lighter away and threw open the van’s back doors.  “Welcome to the pussy wagon, boys.  Who’s first?”

“How come you’re not fuckin’ her?” Kyle wanted to know.  

“You couldn’t pay me enough to bang this skank,” said Billy.

Kyle gave his cousin a look.  “Oh, yeah?  Well, then maybe we’re not gettin’ paid enough.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, taking his cue.  “Maybe her pussy’s diseased or somethin’.” 

“That’s right,” agreed Kyle.  “Forty ain’t enough.”

“You fuckin’ pricks,” snapped Billy, exhaling tobacco smoke through his nose.  “We had a deal.”

“Not for forty, we don’t,” Kyle said.

The Asshole studied the cousins as he dragged thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Twenty-five each,” he said after a moment.  “But that’s it.”

“Okay, then,” grinned Danny, tapping knuckles with his cousin.  “Let’s get the party started.”

Billy grabbed Angeline’s chin and lifted her drooping head.  “That’s fifty bucks you’re costing me, G-G-Gottshit.  Your ass better be worth it.”

“C’mon, bitch,” said Danny, grabbing Sister by the arm.  He climbed into the van, pulling her in after him while Kyle shoved from behind.  Once inside, Billy slammed the doors shut and it was black as pitch.  For a moment Angeline felt as though she were tumbling into an abyss-- dark and bottomless. 

“Hey!” Danny called out.  “How ‘bout some light in here?!”

From outside the van Billy yelled back, “Hold your fuckin’ horses!” 

The driver’s side door swung open.  The Asshole reached for the dashboard and the dome light came on in the cargo area.  My sister found herself face up on a mattress covered with a blue fitted sheet.  The walls were carpeted with blue shag.  In one corner rested a milk crate jammed with empty liquor bottles, in the other a pile of dirty laundry. 

“That better?” asked Billy.

“I’m not sure,” laughed Danny.  “Now I gotta look at this cunt.”  Before Billy could duck out, Danny quickly added, “Hey, how ‘bout some heat?  It’s cold as fuck in here.”

“This ain’t a motel, dickhead,” snarled Billy.  “Make your own fuckin’ heat.” 

“Just run the fuckin’ engine,” Danny groused.

“Fuck you.  I ain’t paying for gas, too.”  And with that The Asshole slammed shut the door. 

“Freezin’ my balls off in here,” Danny grumbled to himself before stripping Angeline’s coat.  “Alright, bitch.  Let’s get this over with.” 

Once the coat was off, he grabbed the hem of her dress and muscled it over her head.

“Hey, cuz!” Danny yelled.  “Her body’s decent.  No tits though.”

“Just hurry up and fuck her,” Kyle shouted from outside.

The panties came off next.  “Hey there, pussy cat,” grinned Danny, and he began unbuckling his jeans. 

At that moment the van’s back door swung open and Kyle Brower hopped in to join the party.  He found his cousin hovering over Angeline with his pants off and his dick hard.

“Get the fuck out of here.  The bitch is mine,” Danny barked at him in mock seriousness.

“Fuck you,” laughed Danny.  “I ain’t gettin’ no sloppy seconds.”  He pulled the back doors shut and immediately began unfastening his pants.  “So how we doin’ this?”

“How ‘bout I take heads, you get tails,” suggested Danny.

Kyle yanked down his jeans.  “I hear you, cuz.” 

Angeline knew she was about to be raped by the ugly brutes but was powerless to stop them.  Her mind had detached from the body… a body no longer hers.  She couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out.  Nothing worked.  It was as if the girl was paralyzed from head to toe… and the sensation was claustrophobic and terrifying.    

My dear friends, it was truly heartbreaking to see my sister in that awful position.  It felt as though we were back in the storm cellar again, and all I wanted to do was protect that sweet girl from the horror to come.  So your faithful servant decided to do just that… to come off the bench and get back in the game, just like the bad old days with dear Uncle Ted. 

“Angeline,” I gently whispered to that frightened girl. 

We hadn’t spoken in a long, long time, my sister and I.  But I believe that deep down, and from some faraway place, she remembered my voice… because the fear was already draining away. 

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Don’t be afraid.  Your sister’s here to help you.”

“My sister?”

“I want you to sleep now.”

“Is this a dream?”

“Just sleep, Angeline.  Sleep and I’ll take care of you.” 

And with that my sister let go, surrendering herself to my care and retreating into the deep well of slumber where the darkest of dreams are buried.

And just in time too.

“Alright, girl,” said Danny, tugging hard under my arm.  “Up you go.  Hands and knees.”

In that drugged-out state of mind, I wasn’t having any more luck than Sister getting body and brain to shake hands and cooperate.  When I lifted my head to find my bearings, Danny’s prick poked me in the eye.  I laughed at the silly thing and slurred, “Big boy like you, and that’s all you’ve got?”

Guess I hurt his feelings. 

WHAP!
  The slap that Nazi gave me nearly spun my head around. 

“How ‘bout I shove my dick down your throat and make you shut the fuck up!” Danny roared.  “I’ll slap you around ‘til you’re unconscious bitch.”

“Don’t worry, cuz.  I got enough cock here for the both of us,” chuckled Kyle as he tried to penetrate my ass… which was not unlike nailing Jell-O to a tree.  “Jesus Christ, stay the fuck still, would ya!” he said, then hocked a gob of saliva in his hand and smeared it between my wobbling legs. 

I remember the sharp pain as he forcibly entered me, but not much beyond that.  I do recall both boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Kyle wanted to know if I felt the same way.

“You like that?” he asked as he repeatedly rammed my ass. 

Well, no, actually.  I didn’t like it one bit.  The backdoor man had a much bigger cock than his cousin and it hurt like a motherfucker.  But I kept my mouth shut and said nothing-- and not just because it was full at the other end.  Oh no, my friends.  I didn’t answer because I was too busy planning how I was going to kill those two Nazi bastards.  First Kyle and Danny, followed by their evil pimp, Billy Quinn, who’d set the whole ambush up. 

See, the way I saw it, that unholy trio represented some of the worst our planet had to offer-- nothing more than bottom feeders in the human gene pool.  I mean, if you’d grown up next door to scumsuckers like Klebold and Harris who murdered their classmates at Columbine, or that orange-haired asshat who gunned people down in a Colorado movie theater, or the fucktard loser who slaughtered all those first graders at Sandy Hook--if you could foresee what they would become, the lives they would destroy--wouldn’t you do everything in your power to remove those zits from the ass of Mother Earth? 

Well I sure would.

Of course I realize it’s a bit of a stretch lumping Billy Quinn and the Brower boys with mass-murderers, but I had no doubt those pricks would continue to plague humanity, inflicting their own brand of pain and suffering on those weaker than themselves.  And horror of horrors, the brutes might actually breed, creating ugly little dickhead spawn of their own.

Well, I wouldn’t let that happen.  Not on my watch.  Erasing those three shit-stains would be my special gift to future generations.  In the spirit of the Good Book I would make a pre-emptive strike on mankind’s behalf, doing unto them before they could do unto others.  And what about the Holt County pervies on Angeline’s hit list, you ask?  Well, they’d just have to wait.  I’d get back to them soon enough.  With Kyle, Danny and Billy it was personal.  Whatever I came up with for those three sons-of-bitches would have to be something super-duper special.  

As I pondered my bloody revenge, I heard a commotion outside the van and recognized Caleb’s angry voice.  The back doors swung wide and suddenly he was standing there with a stupefied look.  The Asshole stood behind him, grinning ear-to-ear as he smoked his cigarette.  Must have been quite the view; yours truly down on all fours like a drunken dog getting butt-fucked by Kyle Brower.

“What are you lookin’ at, Quinn?” Kyle growled over his shoulder.  “Close the fuckin’ door.”

“Get away from her,” Caleb said, biting back rage.  

Kyle kept pounding away.  “Wait your turn.  I’ll be done in a minute.”

“I said get away!” Caleb exploded.  He reached in, grabbed Kyle by the shoulders, and pulled him onto his backside like an upside down turtle. 

His cousin Danny, who was buckling his jeans after shooting his load, immediately leapt from the van.  He grabbed Caleb by the shirt and drove him hard against the fender of a parked car.  “Don’t you ever touch my cousin, you fuck!” he roared in Caleb’s face.

“What is your problem, Quinn?!” Kyle bellowed as he hoisted his pants.  “Look at her!”  He thrust his finger at me.  “The girl’s a fuckin’ cock monster!” 

I swayed back on my haunches, smirked at Caleb and said, “They say incest is best.  You want some too, brother?”

That one went right over everyone’s head.  “What’d I tell you?” Kyle barked at Caleb.  “The bitch is beggin’ for it.”

Caleb pried Danny’s hands from his shirt and stared in at me, trying to reconcile the girl he thought he knew with this smiling, buck-naked slut in the back of his brother’s pussy wagon.  And, friends, here’s the bizarre thing-- and this is nothing I can explain.  For some strange reason I began to feel really uncomfortable under that boy’s intense gaze-- so uncomfortable that I lifted Angeline’s dress and pressed it against my chest like a blushing bride.