The van stopped.
Wherever it was to which they were taking me, we were now there.
My heart was pounding in my chest so loud that I could hear it in my ears.
I prepared myself.
One door, the passenger door opened, and then the driver side door and I felt that they had stepped out of the car, first the driver and then the passenger, as least based on how the van tilted. They must have weighed a lot because of how the van's springs lifted.
One door and then the other slammed shut.
It was now or never.
The handle was worked and the backdoor opened and I leapt through the air and right into the waiting arms of Whale Dick and he crushed me, he crushed all of the flight and fight out of me and it lasted till I went limp in his arms. I knew what it must be like for some animal to be taken by a python. I couldn't fathom that someone could be so strong, and then he kissed me full on the mouth and he put his tongue into my mouth and I had to go along with it. It was long and fat and filled my entire mouth.
It literally pushed beyond my tonsils and I gagged.
He was literally choking me with his tongue! It was all I could do to make these glug glug sounds as if I was drowning in a thick slime.
I could tell he liked it.
He pulled out of my mouth.
"You're not a bad little kisser."
And then his tongue was back in my mouth and this time I sucked on it lest he choke me with it again and he squeezed me so hard that I thought my ribs would crack and then quick as anything, he spun me around and now I was back in position where my neck was snug in the crook of his elbow and one of my wrists gripped in his massive hand, my arm twisted behind my back.
I began to cry again.
He laughed and Mr. Ronick stared at me and I could only helplessly whimper whisper for help.
"Ain't nobody gonna hear you whispering like that," he said. "Why don't you let me help you..." In falsetto and with a mock frightened demeanor, Mr. Ronick mimicked me, shouting out, "help, help!"
Then silence. He cupped a hand to his ear as if to better hear any response.
"Nothing."
"Well, can't say that we didn't give it a try. What say we get going then?"
And it was with wide eyes filled with tears and fears that I could only weakly nod yes.
He lead the way to the dilapidated building and Whale Dick and I followed. I was like some kind of rag doll in his arms. There was nothing I could do.
Was this the bowling alley???!!
No. It couldn't be. It looked all wrong. And that smell again!! It was stronger now. Somehow I knew this was the place from whence the stench came.
The steel door was thrown open and make a tremendous clang, like an awful bell, we entered into darkness, and then it slammed shut and I panicked! "LUUUUUUCY, I'M HOME!!"
Not a bad impersonation of Ricky Ricardo I remember thinking though I was scared out of my wits.
The smell now literally made my stomach turn over and my knees give out. Were it not for Whale Dick, I would have fallen to the floor. As it was, I literally had no use of my legs and was still being pushed forward. It wasn't as though I put up any resistance, it was just that I was unable to walk or stand on my own.
It was completely dark inside, but there was the smell and then there was singing.
Am I hearing things?
"This is the way we shear the pig, shear the pig, shear the pig, this is the way we shear the pig so early in the morning..."
It was sung in slow depressing notes.
It was pigs! That was it! That was the smell! This was some kind of pig processing place, some kind of awful pig processing factory and Mister Rolnick and Whale Dick worked here and I didn't want to think of what horrible things they did here.
Large fluorescent lights flickered on blinding me for several moments.
After came the sounds of rattling chains and the grip on me was increased.
"Oh, no!!" I thought.
"Suet, suet, suet!! C'mon piggy! Time to get sheared!"
"Pig, pig, piggy!! Pig, pig, piggy!"
There was Mrs.Ronick and her protégés and I thought I must be hallucinating. I had thoughts that somehow I was slipped some acid. But deep down, I knew that this was for real. I was plainly seeing that they were standing in some kind of muck, pig muck, greenish brown and ankle deep, and in front of some sort of nightmarish contraption of long steel troughs, most about a foot high, running in crazy lines this way and that, some tilted down at steep angles and some at slow. There were open ended pipes of various lengths and diameters. From some of the pipes, slop dripped out. I saw that most of the troughs were filled to the brim with the awful sludge. The huge puddle of it in which they stood had overflowed out of one section. Maybe it was damaged somehow or maybe there was a clog. It had spread out some ten feet or so from the rim and because of its thick viscosity, it maintained an ankle height even at its edge.
And although they were mostly blocking it from my view, there was a vat... maybe three feet deep and maybe three feet in diameter to which some of the pipes discharged.
And though they were standing ankle deep in that disgusting mess, they weren't getting dirty as they were wearing industrial strength black rubber boots that came up almost to their panty clad pussies and I do literally mean, panty clad pussies. They weren't wearing pants! I could see that a couple of them were wearing thigh highs from the lacy elastic bands, but aside from lace panties, they were completely naked except for those boots and matching industrial strength black rubber gloves that extended past their elbows.
Wow.
Mrs. Ronick was exceptionally hairy.
They all were, but Mrs. Ronick had a beaver pelt of pubic hair.
The shear material of their panties, as well as their cut, did nothing to hide their hairy bushes.
They were happy to see me.
Lana spurted the hose nozzle she held a few time as if to celebrate my arrival and from the kick of it, I could tell that it was high pressure. It was black and was no ordinary garden hose variety like those that watered the lawns that I cut over the past summer to earn extra money. Deanna was holding a bag, a sack of some kind like only a hideous santa would have. She was holding it up for me to see and pointing at it and then at me as if to suggest that whatever was inside was for me. And then she mimed a thinking pose as if to convey, 'hmmmm, i wonder what is inside that black drawstring thick vinyl bag of treats... or was it tricks.' And she was right. I was wondering greatly what awful things were in that bag.
Hannah, whom i always considered the leader, the brains of the three, held up a tangle of steel chain and leather straps for me to see. And like her friend, Hannah was pointing at the mess of chain and straps and pointing then at me.
Wait.
This was the most bizarre sight that even i could have ever fantasized even with my fervent fantasy factory imagination.
Maybe it wasn't drugs... maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe I was sleeping and that this wasn't happening at all. Only it wasn't a nightmare. I knew that too, but I didn't want this to be my reality. But for a second, I really thought that this might not be real, it was so bizarre a sight.
And then I was back on the idea, which formed like a bubble in my brain, that maybe I was hallucinating. Maybe I really was on drugs. Maybe, as I heard other kids at school say, the druggies, that I was tripping on acid. Or maybe, just maybe, I had hit my head and this... this vision... is what I was experiencing as a result.
But always deep down, I knew that they were real, that this was real.
There was Mrs. Ronick. She was standing there, standing there in a huge room with a high ceiling. the room, space is a better word, was brightly lit was fluorescent bulbs, those long industrial factory sort of... i was in a factory of some kind! Despite the stress i was under, i was beginning to figure things out the way i could figure out math or physics problems on a test.
They were there waiting for me, happy as clams were Hannah, Lana and Deanna, Huey, Duey and Luey, Larry, Moe and Curly. Only these three weren't lovable cartoon characters or bumbling stooges. They were my true to life high school bullies... and bully me that night they would.
"Hahaha!!"
"That's right! Right this way pig!! No waiting!! Hahaha!!"
Now I struggled for all I was worth. I resisted being forced forwards and this only caused Whale Dick to grab my crotch and squeeze till he was satisfied that I went limp.
"Awwwwww, did that hurt?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
And despite my awful circumstances and the stress, I knew that I had to bide my time, wait for an opportunity to escape. There was nothing I could do! I just had to wait for my chance. I had to be able to outrun these fat slobs!
I was brought before Mrs. Ronick.
Now I was at the bank of the muck pool.
My knees buckled and this time, I was permitted to collapse onto the floor.
On my hands and knees now, fully in the muck which was freezing cold, I looked up to see Mrs. Ronick looking down at me. A bright sunshiney smile on her face.
Even before, it was Mrs Ronick that captured my attention most, I supposed that was because she was my teacher, an authority figure that I was supposed to trust... that and because she was wielding a pair of scissors, not ordinary school scissors to cut paper, but heavy shears that cut things thicker than paper... like leather, like pigs... like me.
I screamed out for help despite knowing that none would come. My response was only derisive laughter and mock sympathy.
And despite everything, I couldn't help notice that she was so sexy!
Courtesy of Whale Dick, I was now transported over to them. He had released me from the choke hold but still held me firmly, one hand by the back of the collar of my jacket and hoodie and the other by my belt and pants. I was completely helpless!!
She looked at me, smiling, but said nothing.
Tittering, she brought the sheers up for my inspection.
