Katherine’s Nightmare

Monday May 26th 1958

Looking out of the hateful eyes of Big Jim McDonald.

I look at the wall clock. If these two peckerwoods from Clendenin don’t buy some pussy soon, it’ll be too late for them to catch the last train out of town. I look at their mended clothing and instantly know they can’t afford to buy rooms for the night. I look around for the working girls, only the heavily pregnant Katherine is available. Someone is even using the butt-boy, Tom. Probably the Priest that comes all the way from Charleston. The peckerwoods must want Dixie or Veera.

I walk toward them. They focus on me instantly.

“You boys not like skinny red heads? She’s only 15, I know she’s a bit knocked up at the moment, but everyone has to try new things.” I say.

“We have our eyes on the blonde and the brunette. I’m afraid if I fuck the redhead, I’ll spread her so wide that when I pull out, the baby will come out holding onto my cock.” The bigger of the peckerwoods says. His friend chuckles.

“You’re gonna miss the train if you wait. I know the guys with Dixie and Veera and they’re slow. I’ll give you a two-for-one deal on Katherine. Ten dollars for the both of ya fucking her at once. You know my deal though, you want a condom you have to pay extra for the expensive fucking things.”

“Yeah, works for me, Big Jim.” The bigger peckerwood says. They both hand me a five-dollar bill, chug their drinks, and take Katherine into the last remaining room. I walk behind the bar, open the cash box, and put the two small bills inside. I look at Bob my bartender.

“I got this, go find Victor and Steve. Tell Steve to bring his tool kit.” Bob frowns and looks to the door where Katherine is working. He’s too weak for this job, he gets attached to the girls too easily. I’ll need to replace him soon. He walks out of the brothel. I pull a bottle of scotch off the wall and pour a double. Expensive shit, but a man of my stature deserves the best. I take all the 20s out of the cash box and pocket them.

Victor comes in first. I wave him over and look to see no one is in earshot. “Victor, I wan’t you to go get a train ticket to Charleston. Tail that Priest and find out where he lives and the church he leads.”

“Jim, me and Dixie have plans with the girls, can Steve go?”

“No, Steve will be otherwise occupied. Do it. You must get a hotel, try to be back by tomorrow afternoon.” I hand him 50 dollars in small bills out of the box.

“How old is Peggy Sue now?”

“Way to god damned young. She is seven,” Victor says.

“I know a rich guy looking to pay real good money for a virgin girl without tits or pubes. Think it over. Your cut would be $100.”

“No. She’s way to young.”,

“Just offering. There are lots of little pieces of ass around here I can get far cheaper.”

Victor walks to the room where his wife, Dixie, is servicing a client. There is a muted conversation, and he walks out of the brothel.

Why are all my men so weak? Luckily, I have Steve. He can handle the difficult bits. I’ll send Steve out to that drunk in Bumtown who has an 8 or 9 year old daughter. I doubt she’s a virgin, I’m sure her father took care of that, but I don’t think it’ll matter to that rich guy. He just wants them young. We’ll just clean the filth off her and hand her father $30 and a bottle of Wild Turkey to rent her for the weekend. Maybe I can set up a few meetings. After the rich guy takes her, I’ll rent her out for $20 a fuck until we have to take her back to her father. If that works out, I may just be able to buy her outright.

Steve walks in with his doctor’s bag. I smile.

“I heard you have a plague of babies,” Steve says.

“No, just one too many,” I say.

“I can take care of that.”

“I have two Clendenin peckerwoods in the last room with Katherine. As soon as they walk out, we’ll go in. She should be lubed up with cum and stretched. Hopefully, they both went in her pussy, but our luck, they probably got excited and fucked each other.”

Steve laughs. “If they’re from Clendenin, that’s exactly what happened. Real men wouldn’t agree to a threesome with another guy.”

I snort. The Priest comes out of the room with the butt-boy. I nod to him.

“Can I get a shot of that scotch my so… Err… Sir?” The priest in civilian clothes asks.

“One dollar.” I pour him a shot. He swishes it around in his mouth, gargles, and swallows. He does this until the shot is gone. He checks his watch, pays, and walks out the door.

“Why does he do that?” Steve asks.

“To get the taste of my cock out of his mouth,” Tom says walking up.

“Wait, he sucks your dick?” Steve asks.

“Only after I fuck him with it. I suck his dick too, but only before he rams it in my ass.”

“Did you look at the knot on the wall like I told you?” I ask.

“Sure did, there should be some pretty pictures,” Tom says.

“Good. Good. The Catholic Church pays good money for those. Damn, you would think they would learn their lesson.”

The mill workers exit one at a time and go back to their wives. Veera and Dixie go back to their spots waiting for new patrons.

“Dixie you’re done for today. Put the closed sign on the door on your way out.” I hand her ten dollars from the box. She grabs a Miller from the cooler and walks out.

“Veera, you stay here and attend to daddy. Clean that pussy up and wait for me in room one.” She walks to the door of room one and lifts her dress showing me her ass cheek. I fill my member throb in my pants.

Steve smiles.

The train horn blows. I check the wall clock. A little early. The two peckerwoods run by putting their shirts on. Katherine walks out naked smiling. Her smile instantly disappears when she sees Steve.

“No! Jim, you told me I could keep the baby,” Katherine squalls.

“I lied. You would miss too much work. This way, you will be back to fucking in two weeks tops.”

“That’s not right!” Tom shouts. He steps in front of Steve.

Steve brings his knee up into Tom’s groin. Tom doubles over, and Steve punches him in the temple dropping him to the floor.

“Easy on him. He’s not the best earner, but his customers are steady,” I say.

Marla comes out of the back room with a roll of film and a look of fear in her eyes. She checks on Tom and doesn’t look at me. She’ll do her duty and keep Tom from interfering, or I will beat the shit out of her again. She’s just lucky I don’t kick the crusty old hag to the curb. I wish I could find a way for her to make money. Maybe I’ll try a 50-cent blow job booth right outside the mill and stick her in there. She is good with my kids though.

I step over Tom and into the room where Katherine is crying. I go to a box in the corner and pull out chains. She fights but we easily overpower her and chain all four of her limbs. Steve puts a painter’s drop cloth on the ground under her.

“Easy honey, all that fighting may make you lose the baby.” Steve says.

I chuckle and stick a black rubber and leather ball gag in her mouth. I tighten it up to keep the screaming down. I find the biggest dildo in the place, rub some vaseline on it and shove it into her snatch. She groans as her muscles stretch. Maybe, I should have started smaller, but I don’t have all day.

Steve lays out his tools. A well-used wire coat hanger, a small piece of a new style three inch plastic pipe, a small flashlight, a bottle of alcohol, a scalpel, and thread and needle. He pulls the dildo out and tries to insert the pipe, but she keeps moving around. He sighs and pulls a bottle of chloroform and a rag out of his bag. He doses her. She goes limp.

“Do you know that drunk in Bumtown that knifed his wife a few years back?” I ask.

“Marcus?” He reinserts the dildo and prys at the snatch stretching the pussy muscles even farther.

“Yeah, that’s his name. I want you to drive my Cadillac out there tomorrow and see if you can rent his daughter for the weekend, she’s 8 or 9 right?”

“No, she’s dead. Marcus killed her. He’s in prison, Jim.” He inserts the plastic pipe.

“Well fuck., I have a whale coming in next Saturday wanting to pay $200 for a girl without tits or bush.”

“I could probably get my niece, she’s 6, but big for her age. Kind of ugly though.” Steve says. He looks into the pipe with his flashlight. “There the fucker is. Kind of big. Risky.”

“Do what you can but let me know by Wednesday, I don’t want to screw this up. Your cut’ll be $100.”

“Fuck! For a $100 I’ll steal a girl if needed.” He inserts the coat hanger. He twists and turns it. “Got it.”

“That’s my boy! You’ll go far with an attitude like that.”

He grunts and pulls on the hanger. The pipe comes out first and the dead fetus follows. He drops the blood-soaked carcass on the drop cloth, detangles the pipe from it and reinserts it. He spends some time cleaning out the placenta and stitching her up.

“I’ll come back in a week and remove the stitches, but that’s all part of the fee.”

“Sure. Sure.”

Katherine wakes up and tears instantly fill her eyes. She looks down at her stomach that looks like a deflated tire. Steve grabs the coat hanger and lifts the dead fetus with the hook sticking through its right eye.

“Want to see your baby?” He asks.

“God damn it, Steve. Get that fucking thing out of here, that’s uncalled for. You might break her mentally. No one wants to fuck a retard…. Probably… Well, I’d have to charge less, anyway.”

He drops his eyes and cleans up. Katherine is inconsolable, naturally. I hand Steve $35 and he leaves. I look at the girl wracked with sobs.

“What do I always tell you Kat? They shoot in your mouth, asshole, tits, or face. Save yourself a lot of future suffering and follow those rules.”

There is the distinct possibility the brat was mine, because I never pull out. We’ll never know. Not like I’ll lose cash every time a whore in my employ gets pregnant with one of my kids. If I knock one of my daughters up, that’s a different story. Well, Veera anyway. Who wants to fuck Mary Anne, she just lays there like a dead fish and her eyes stare into nothing. She gave me a grandson, but not a son.

I’ll make Bill my heir. I know he’s my kid. I only bring Veera to the brothel if there is an absence, and 9 months before Bill was born, there were none for a good long time.

I walk to Veera’s room and open the door. She is face down ass up, just how I like it. I stare at her perfect brown eye. I grunt and blood rushes into my member.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” She asks.

My pants drop to the floor.