Heather by Charles Arnold Page B

happened to Estella. We keep them contented with a line or two of coke a day but Estella had one of the soldiers givin’ her lines on the side. Now she’s living on the streets and he’s dead.” The soldier who was fucking the girl’s mouth threw his head back and yelled as he pulled her tight against his crotch. The girl’s eyes widened as she began to gag, but she swallowed all of his cum and continued to suck until his limp cock slid from her mouth.
    He turned toward Luz and Heather, “Ahhh, that was fuckin’ good. She got a sweet mouth.” He zipped up his fly. “Who’s the white cunt?”
    “Estella’s replacement. She should be on the line tomorrow evening.”
    “We ain’t never had no young white pussy. She gonna be a busy bitch.”
    Heather shook her head, “You’re wrong, both of you. I’ll die before I submit to this...this...kind of degradation.”
    Luz winked at the soldier, “Think maybe a night in the box might change her mind?”
    He laughed, “Fuck yeah. It ain’t ever failed.”“ At the mention of the “box” all four of the girls looked at Heather. The closest shook her head. She saw in all of their faces a mixture of fear and sadness. Luz pulled on the chain and led Heather back to her cell like room where she attached the free end of the chain to an eyebolt in the wall next to the bed. She pushed the girl down to a sitting position. “You got a lot to learn,” she said. “Looks like you gonna learn the hard way.”
    Heather looked up defiantly, “I will not...I absolutely will not become one of those poor creatures made to offer themselves like...like receptacles. I won’t dance for these cretins you call soldiers and I certainly won’t be one of their...their whores.”
    The older woman smiled. “But you will, you arrogant bitch. You’ll do all of those things. Your mouth, your cunt, and your ass all three of your holes will be used and sometimes abused every day and most nights.” She leaned closer, “And you won’t resist. You won’t even complain.”
    “Never!” Heather shot back.
    “Tomorrow night you will quietly be taking your place on the line and offer your three holes to whatever filthy cocks want to enter them.” She turned and left, locking the door behind her.
    Luz went directly to Ruiz’s office. He had been expecting her. “Well?” he asked.
    “Just as you predicted. She needs a night in the box.”
    “Do it then. Snakes or rats?”
    “Rats, I think.”
    “Ok, but feed them first. We don’t want them chewing on the merchandise.” Luz was about to leave when he held up his hand, “After a night in the box, let her sleep for a few hours then get her cleaned up and lookin’ good. Take eight or ten photographs of her then have Louis email them to the General.”
    “He knows we have her?”
    Ruiz shook his head, “He knows things before they happen.”
    Heather was so exhausted that in spite of the collar and chain and filthy bed, she managed to fall asleep. At eight o’clock she was awakened by what she took to be a female child wearing faded jeans, flip-flops, and a soiled tee across which was written “Snow is Good Fucking Blow’. After sitting up, she saw that the child was really a dwarf, the stubby arms and legs, the square face, the wide mouth and big teeth. She placed a tray on the floor then unhooked the chain and pointed to the trough in the corner, “Piss, shit, whatever,” she said. Heather shook her head. “Gonna be awhile,” the dwarf cautioned. She indicated the tray. “Eat. I’ll be back in half hour. My name’s Abila.”
    After the dwarf left, Heather heard the lock turn in the door. Not long after she’d finished the corn soup, bread, and tea, Abila was back accompanied by Lobo who held in his hand a pair of sturdy leather wrist cuffs. He held them up grinning at her.
    “No!” she shouted backing into the corner of the cell. Both he and Abila grabbed her there and quickly cuffed her wrists behind her. She kicked out