Chapter 5

The morning sun was shining directly into his face as Cal pulled the covers over his head. He groaned remembering the nightmare from last night and shivered at the thought that something like that could happen. Reaching for Lynn, he discovered her side of the bed was empty.

Jerking awake, he sat up, feeling sick. It wasn't a nightmare. Grabbing his robe, he looked out the window to see most of the cars were still parked in front of the house. More importantly, the little piece of shit he bought for Nicole was back under the tree, the headlights facing the window appearing as if it was staring back, taunting him. If the car is home, so must be Lynn.

The smell of bacon filled the house as he opened the bedroom door, heading into the hallway. He smiled. Lynn was making him breakfast, which meant that she wasn't angry any more. She got a taste of what the car was capable of and realized he was telling her the truth about not being able to prevent what he did to Renee. Entering the kitchen and expecting to greet her with a loving embrace, he was confronted with a 260 pound black man wearing a pair of baggy underwear standing at the stove cooking.

Two other men, one about his age, sat at the table drinking his orange juice and smoking what appeared to be a marijuana cigarette. None turned to acknowledge him as he left, heading to check on the girls, noticing the five or six men sleeping in the living room in various stages of undress. Renee's bedroom door was opened and a naked man was sleeping on her bed, but she wasn't in there. Feeling sick to his stomach, he rushed to Nicole's room.

Only one of the men in her room was awake as he sat on the floor leaning against her bed talking on a cell phone. The other three were sleeping, two on her bed and one on the floor. "Where's Nicole?" he asked the man on the phone. He ignored him until Cal stepped closer, standing in front of him. "WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?" he shouted. Looking up at him, the stranger shook his head, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

Cal could hear the thumping music coming from the back yard and rushed to find his girls, bumping into someone entering the house through the back door. Nicole was in the shallow end of the pool, leaning over onto the lap of one guy sitting on the edge sucking his cock. Two others sat on either side of him as she slowly jerked their cocks. A fourth guy, one of his players, was standing close behind her, holding her waist as he slowly stroked back and forth while someone knelt beside them, sucking and playing with her breasts.

Renee was on an inflatable raft by the ladder at the deep end with one very tall guy on top of her thrusting in and out. Another guy had his cock inside of her mouth while he pinched and pulled on her tiny nipples. A short, stocky boy was standing on the top rung of the ladder, his cock at the right height for her hand to be on it. She wasn't moving it, just holding it. Three guys were in the pool, clinging to the side next to them watching and making comments about her.

The large cannonball splash from a chubby teenager sent water over the edge and caused large waves resulting in several remarks from dozen or so people swimming in the pool. All six loungers were occupied by guys sunning themselves in the morning sun and two more sat at the umbrella table talking on cell phones.

Cal groaned. Every one of them had one thing in common, they were all black. Every one of them.

"Say, man, what's the address here?" one of the men sitting at the table shouted out.

"624 Sycamore, fool! How many times I gotta tell you that?" one of the guys on the loungers called back. Cal felt sick knowing that others were on their way to fuck his daughters and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Physically shaking, he went inside to use the phone. He needed to call the police to report his wife is missing and to take one of Lynn's Prozac.

The jet of cold water spraying awakened her. She screamed, trying to block the deluge hitting her bare skin by putting her hand out. "STOP IT!" she yelled pulling her sore legs to her chest and balling up. "Please," she added feeling the stream directed to her inflamed privates.

As suddenly as it started, it ended, with her drenched with cold water. The sun was out but hadn't burned off the morning haze and she was shaking, her teeth chattering. "Get up, whore!" a booming voice shouted, startling her. Slowly she opened her eyes, noticing for the first time the wire surrounding her. Sitting up, she felt the metal cutting into her butt and legs. She was in a large cage.

"Wh ... what's going on?" she mumbled noticing the tall black man holding the garden hose standing next to the cage. Sounds of several barking dogs were heard near by.

"You belong to me now," he said throwing in a used bar of soap. "You're a fuckin' mess and smell like a dead animal they pulled from the sewer. Clean yourself up!" he ordered still holding the hose, his large black hand on the sprayer.

"What are you talking about? I don't belong to anyone!"

"You do now and I want you cleaned up. I got plans for you," he added turning the hose on her once again.

"STOP IT!" she yelled, getting a mouthful of water.

Slowly she began rubbing the bar over her skin. She was naked, hurting and disorientated. He was right about one thing though, she did smell very badly. Tears rolled down her face remembering the encounters from the night before. Every one of the bastards are forever etched into her brain. Every penis, every stroke, every time they polluted her body with their slime. She felt nauseous.

"Hurry up, I ain't got all day." he ordered.

"Where am I?" she asked getting annoyed by the sounds of barking dogs. "Why do you have me in here?"

"You're home," he said smiling, "and I have you in a cage 'cause you're my newest bitch," he added with a smile, exposing his missing front tooth. "In addition to the fine salvage operation," he said waving his hand in a semicircle, "I gotta kennel and I breed bitches."

"What do you mean, 'breed'?"

"I breed dogs and sell them pups to pet stores and other breeders and to people wanting a good pet." Looking around she got nervous seeing the two Pitt Bulls staring at her from the side of the wire.

"You can't keep me here," she protested hearing the two dogs snarling at her, barring their teeth.

"You're mine now, bitch so I can do whatever I want to you."

"You don't own me! I don't care what you think. You do NOT own me."

"Finders keepers, that's what I always say."

"What are you talking about?"

"I got a call about the sexy whore fucking all the homeless guys I had to go check you out for myself. I'm really surprised that someone with your looks and your class would let vagabonds even touch you, let alone fuck you. You must be a real nasty whore!"

"I'm not a whore and I didn't let them!"

"Didn't look like you was fightin' them to me. You were moaning and begging them for more. There was about 25 or 30 of those bastards around the car when I got there. I had to push my way through, knocking some of them outta my way. Believe me, they didn't want to stop fucking you. Not that I can blame them."

"How did I get here?"

"I took you outta the car and through you in the back of my tow truck. God you were ripe. I ain't never smelt nobody stinky as you was. Ever."

"You kidnapped me!"

"Hell no ain't nobody kidnapped nobody. I found you so I'm keeping you."

"You can't do that!"

"To hell I can't," he said smiling. "You shoulda seen the looks on their faces when I pulled you outta the car and the damn little thing started up all by its self. Really moved them away. And when it took off with no one driving, I think half of them shit their pants. Not that you could tell 'cause most already had shit in their pants before they got there," he added grinning. "Disgusting bastards."

"I need to use you phone. I want to call my husband."

"I don't care what you want. You're doin' what I tell you from now on. Now finish washin' up. I ain't got all day!"

"I need to go to the restroom. Please let me out." Larry chuckled.

"You gotta go, then go. I'll hose it off when you're done."

"You can't be serious! You want me to use the restroom right here? In front of you?"

"Yep. If you gotta go bad enough, you'll do it. You gotta shit or piss?" he asked yelling over the restless dogs. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he shouted kicking the cage next to her. That only served to rally them more. "I got a bitch in heat and she's driving all my studs crazy."

"Please. I can't go out here and certainly not with you watching me."

"Then hold it, I don't care, but as soon as you feel pressure, you'll go, believe me."

"You can't do this, it's inhumane!"

"Like I said, I own you now so I can do whatever the fuck I want and right now, I need to take a piss," he said unzipping his coveralls and pulling his long, dark cock through the fly. She didn't want to look at him but couldn't seem to pull her eyes away. Suddenly she felt the hot, wet stream raining down on her, wetting her hair, face and breast. She turned away to protect her face, only to have it soak her back and shoulders. It seemed to last forever before he stopped, shaking the last few drops at her. "Your turn now," he added squeezing the handle to release the flow of water on her again.

"UNCLE JACK!" the wirily young girl came running into the office, arms spread wide and jumping into the arms of her mother's older sibling. Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her, tossing her into the air, hearing her giggle as she came back down into his arms.

"Hi sweetheart," he said kissing her neck, blowing raspberries, making her squirm and giggle until he put her down.

"Jack, you're going to make her pee in her panties again! Stop that!"

"Oh, com'on sis, don't be a prude, we're just having a little fun," he said rustling her brown hair. Squatting to look into her hazel eyes, he touched the tip of her nose. "So how's my favorite niece?"

"Uncle Jack, I'm you ONLY niece."

"So, that doesn't stop you from being my favorite, does it?" She giggled again.

"Hi Addie," Raul said stepping into the office. "Hi Connie, you sure look pretty today in that dress," He added with a smile.

"Hi Raul," Connie said rushing to him, throwing her arms around his waist for a hug. "Will you come to my birthday party?"

"Birthday party, huh? I dunno, when is it?"

"Next Sunday. We're having it at Uncle Jack's house 'cause where we live we can't have a bounce house. Do you like bounce houses? I love them. I'm getting the Princess bouncer this year 'cause I'm a princess, isn't that right, Uncle Jack?"

"Yes sweetheart. You're a very special princess," he replied stooping over to kiss the top of her head.

"I'm gunna have cake and ice cream and presents and the bounce house and all my friends are gunna be there and it'll be a lotta fun so you gotta come, okay?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said sitting at the desk, reaching for the paper.

"So, Addie, what brings you by?" Jack asked sitting in the waiting area, pulling Connie onto his lap.

"Same thing, Jack. I'm really sorry, but I need a few bucks to get me through 'til my next pay check. Connie chipped a tooth the other day and needs a cap and I just don't have the money for it. Plus I need a little for groceries."

"How much this time?"

"Maybe a hundred or so. One-fifty if you can swing it." Looking down at his little niece he smiled. How could he say no to her?

"Sure, Addie. I'll make it two hundred just to make sure you've got enough."

"I'll pay you back, Jack, I promise."

"Yea, I know Addie, like always, but don't worry about it. It's for a good cause, right?" Pulling the lock box from his bottom drawer, he counted out two hundred dollars, handing it to her.

"Oh Jack, thank you, you are the best," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, watching them as they headed outside.

"I'll never see that money again," he said moving around to sit at the desk.

"She's your sister, boss, you gotta help her, right?"

"Yes, I know. I just don't understand what she blows all of her money on. I mean she makes pretty good money as a waitress at Denny's but she never seems to have money."

"Wait in a couple of years when Connie's older. She'll really be broke then," Raul said with a chuckle. "And then god help her when she starts dating."

"That ain't gunna happen!" Jack said putting his feet up on the desk. "She won't start dating until she's married, and then I'll have to think about it."

"She a pretty girl, you know, boss. The boys will be chasing after her very soon."

"And I'll be chasing after them with my shotgun! I practically raised her and love her like she was my own kid. Connie's the only one I have. She's my life and there ain't nothing I wouldn't do for her. Hell, I'd even take my own life for her and if anyone every lays a hand on her..."

"Whoa, relax, boss. I didn't mean to upset you."

"It wasn't you. I just get a little fanatical when it comes to my little girl, that's all. She's such a sweet little girl and I just love her to death."

"No problem, boss. So what should I get her for her birthday present?"

Deon and James were parked outside Krispy Kreme having coffee and doughnuts when they got the call about the missing person at 624 Sycamore Street.

"You've got to be kidding," Deon blurted out, nearly spilling his coffee. "Three days in a row he's called that in?"

"Which one do you t think it is now?"

"Who cares, but he can't make a report every time one of his slutty daughters disappears for a few hours. He just needs to accept that they're whores and will do that from time to time. I'll have a talk with him about filing false police reports."

"Unit 13 to Dispatch, over," James spoke into the mic. "We'll respond to the missing person's call."

"Ten-four, Unit 13, will advise the others."

Pulling his seat belt over his chest, James snapped it into place.

"What are you doing?" Deon asked.

"Putting my seatbelt on. So we can leave."

"I ain't leaving 'til I finish my damn coffee and doughnuts. Just relax; they'll probably be there when we arrive anyway."

Smiling, he unhooked the belt and reached for his coffee. "I believe we have a little time."

Even with the bedroom door closed Cal could hear the music and conversations, punctuated with rounds of laughter. He stared at the evil car through the window wondering what to do about it. He didn't want to keep it, not knowing what it was capable of. "What the?" he exclaimed as the car, no, that's crazy. It didn't just do that? Cars can't wink. Closing the curtains, he sat on his bed, worried about Lynn.

"Where is she?" he asked rhetorically. It has been a very trying three days. First Nicole disappeared and then Renee and now Lynn. It's a surprise he hasn't lost his mind. The door suddenly opened and a stocky boy filled the door way.

"COACH BENNETT?" he called out stepping into his room. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. The question is, Thomas, what are you doing here?"

"I got a call that there a couple of sluts fuckin' any body that wants pussy. I came to check 'em out, you know to get a little pus ... uh, somethin'-somethin'."

"TOMMY!" as deep voice from down the hall echoed into the room. "The hoes are at the pool, come on hurry up!"

"Sorry, Coach, I'd love to stay and chat, but I got bidness to take care of," he added groping his crotch.

Releasing a deep sigh, he bowed his head, wanting to cry. This is NOT happening!

Walking to his dresser, he lifted the picture of him and Lynn taken in Hawaii two years ago when they had there second honeymoon. They were so happy then and it was the best vacation they've had in years. "Where are you?" he asked the picture, setting it back down.

The door flying open startled him as another of his players burst into the room. "Grant, what in the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, Coach, I was, uh, looking for someone. Is this your house?"

"Yes, and why are you here?"

"Oh, shit," he said stepping back into the hallway. "Sorry, Coach, I didn't mean no disrespect, for real."

"Grant, you can leave now and don't come back."

"But I was invited here."

"I didn't invite you."

"Naw, one of my homies did. Said I should come check out these two sluts, uh, I mean girls here. You don't know 'em do you, Coach?"

"Kinda, they're my daughters."

"Oh, man, that's fucked up. You're letting do that shit?"

"Just go, Grant, please."

"Yea, okay, no sweat, Coach. See ya," he said closing the door.

Not wanting to stay there any longer, he dressed and grabbed his keys from the glass bowl on the dresser. He needed to find Lynn and try to work things out. There isn't much he can do at home and knowing what those bastards are doing to his daughters!

The guys in the kitchen were gone as well as the ones who had been sleeping in the living room. Taking a quick glance at the pool from the kitchen window he found where everyone had disappeared to. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he saw Grant and Will standing over Renee wearing only their pants.

Slipping through the garage, he approached his truck mumbling as he was completely blocked in from all the cars. Not caring, he decided to just drive over the lawn, nothing really matter right now anyway.

Pulling onto the street, the sound of a siren got his attention. It was the police finally responding after making him wait for almost an hour. Leaving his truck in the middle of the street, he approached the car, groaning when he saw who it was.

"Going some place, Cal?" Deon asked swinging his door open.

"Yes, to look for my wife, since it's obviously NOT a priority for you!"

"Your wife? I thought it was one of your daughters who was missing."

"No, thanks to you they're being raped in my back yard!"