Glenda returned a short time later as Troy leaned against the railing of the hay loft. He knew he should be contemplating suicide, murder, or escape. But his mind was stuck in a grey fog. He could only dumbly look around at his surroundings.
The moment a thought entered his mind, it brought him unbearable pain. Kevin choking up as he left him naked, with his mother. Aunt Lulu holding him by the scruff of his neck, slapping his cheek repeatedly. Cousin Glenda sitting on his face, forcing him to...
No, no, grey fog was much safer, easier.
"You ok, Troy? Chickens are fed, need to see to the pigs . Follow me, ok?"
He couldn't respond, just trudged after her. Just keep moving. Do things. Yes, raise your arm. Grasp the handle. Turn the spigot. Haul the bucket. Dump it in the trough. Spray the hose. Hang the cord.
His day progressed like that as Glenda gave him task after task. He fed the pigs, fed the cattle, cleaned, mucked, swept, helped her mend a fence in two places, gathered eggs, milked cows (with a machine, he thanked his lucky stars. He couldn't imagine doing it by hand.)
And that was all before lunch.
He spilled into his chair at lunch time, bone tired, sleep deprived, and mentally destroyed.
"How you doin', Sugar?" Aunt Lulu asked him once lunch was served and his cousins had begun eating.
"Ok..." he replied numbly. His mouth had formulated the response without any help from his brain.
"Oh, uh, he was real good, Momma!" Glenda chimed in suddenly. "He was quick, smart, polite... He's stronger than he looks too!"
"Well, now, ain't that nice," said Aunt Lulu with a syrupy tone. "Now, come on, Glenda, out with it. What happened. I can see somethin' written all over your face."
Glenda blushed and paused a bit. "Well, seein' as how I overheard you an' Aunt Tessa talkin'..."
"Uh huh..." prompted Aunt Lulu. Wendy and Carol both were listening intently at this point.
"Well, I sorta, uh... I sorta sat on his face."
Her two older sisters inhaled sharply and giggled a bit.
"But it's right, ain't it?" Glenda added quickly. "I mean, he's here to be fixed, right? He's gotta eat pussy at some point, right?"
"Aw, Glenda, you jes' think he's cute, don'cha?" Wendy chuckled.
"No, it ain't like that!" Glenda protested. Troy just stared straight ahead, swimming in his comfortable grey fog. He was glad no one had asked him anything further in the matter.
"So what else happened?" Aunt Lulu asked.
"Uh, nothin', that was it."
"All right then, you just sat on his face? An' he was good with that?"
"Uh, yeah, pretty good. It's like I told you, he's real polite, obedient... I mean, he did everything I told him..."
"Ok, then but you just be careful. We got our responsibilities, all of us. And mine is to see that he gets right. So no funny stuff, Glenda. Y'hear what I'm sayin?"
"I hear ya, Momma. Geez. I mean we were gonna anyway at some point, right?"
"Yeah, but when I give the say-so. If he's gonna be good, there ain't no lessons unless I'm there and I said it. Clear?"
"Clear, Momma."
The four women busied themselves with lunch and discussing what was to be done in the afternoon. Troy ate very little. He didn't have much of an appetite.
Aunt Lulu shot a few sideways glances at him periodically though. She seemed to be regarding him in some analytical fashion. Troy ignored it. He thought that there had to be a phone here somewhere. He just had to find it.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom. Glenda fixed him with a brief worried look as he exited the kitchen.
Entering the hall, Troy allowed his mind to take back the present. He fought through alarming flashbacks.
Cousin Glenda's grip on his ankle. Her weight on his chest. Her hot, damp, hairy vulva on his face. The taste of her wetness...
He bolted into the bathroom, where there was a toilet that looked like it had been installed in the 1950s. Flinging open the lid, he pitched in front of it and vomited repeatedly.
He was washing his face and allowing the cool water to provide him some comfort when a knock came at the door. He jumped. Aunt Lulu's voice came through the door. Apparently he would have to plan to look for the phone later.
"You all right in there, Sugar? Aunt Lulu's comin' in."
Oh god! He was trapped!! Was she now going to rape his mouth too?!!
The door opened and Aunt Lulu walked in. There was no lock on this door.
"Hey there, you ok?" she asked him.
Troy stood there, leaning on the sink, his heart pounding in fear. "...Fine. Fine, Aunt Lulu... Ma'am."
"I set the girls to work," she stated. There was a pause. Troy just stared at her, praying she wouldn't lunge for him. "Glenda sat on your face, huh?" Troy just nodded dumbly. "Wanna tell Aunt Lulu about it?"
"...No..." he finally mumbled. adrenaline was still coursing in his veins. He felt like a cornered animal. If only she would step out of the doorway, he might have a chance to run...
"Now, come on," his Aunt went on sympathetically. "Sugar. Troy. I know you don't like girls. We'll deal with that as we can. But that can't have been fun for ya. Glenda's not tellin' me the full story. You wanna tell me what happened? I won't punish ya none for it, I promise."
Was she just here to talk? Troy's panic lessened somewhat. His mind kept filling with nightmare images though. There was no way he could trust this cruel, awful woman.
"Uh, there's isn't much to tell..." he said cautiously.
"That right? Now, come on, Sugar. Tell Aunt Lulu. Nothin' bad's gonna happen to ya because of it. I just want to know why Glenda did that."
A wave of nausea hit him. He fought through it. Could he trust her? But what about Glenda? He didn't want to say how he'd insulted and baited her. Would she get back at him somehow? What could he say that would keep him from any further harm?
"So what happened?" she asked again.
