The Last Jeskey - Chapter 3

 

The Last Jeskey

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 3

 

Freaky

 

When I left the room, Dave and Gary were nowhere to be seen.  Where were they?  I was tempted to ask but I didn’t want to talk to the cop.  I was already worried about how much I had said to him.  I just hoped Uncle Dave and Gary wouldn’t find out that I had said anything at all.

Since the cop had said I wasn’t going home, I was guessing I was about to see what a jail cell looked like.  I had heard all the guys talk about them a number of times.  None of them had seemed to think the cells were that bad.  I guessed I was about to see for myself.  At least I’d have a better idea of what they were whenever I heard them talking about them again.

The cop took me to a room where there were a bunch of other cops, most of them sitting at weird tables of some sort with stuff all over the top of them.  He called to one of them and I was surprised to see a female cop head in our direction.  A female cop!  Who knew?  But what surprised me the most was that she was wearing pants!  A woman wearing pants!  Girls were supposed to wear skirts and dresses, but this woman was wearing….

Okay, yes, I had seen women wearing pants before.  It seemed like half the women that the guys had ever brought to the house wore them, at least those that I had been allowed to see.  But the guys had always insisted that women…girls…were supposed to wear dresses and skirts, and they didn’t want me to even think about wearing anything else.  As if I would.  Besides, they gave me all the clothes I could wear.  I considered myself lucky every time they brought me something different to wear, which wasn’t very often.

“Oh my god!” the woman cop said as she came over.

She was looking me over a bit too closely.  Why?

“Wow,” she said.  “Your hair is so long.”

So?  Why wasn’t hers?  But I said nothing.

“When was the last time you brushed it?” she asked.

I pressed my lips together tightly.  Don’t talk to cops.  This was a woman, but her weird clothes told me she was still a cop.

“Turn around,” the first cop told me.  I looked at him, annoyed, until he grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to turn around.  I felt him pulling my hair out of the way and holding it there, then the two of them seemed to be very interested in the back of my dress.  Why?  What was their problem?

“I’m thinking a doctor might be a good idea to look her over a bit.  I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she has a few bullet holes in her,” I heard the first cop say.

“Yeah,” I the woman cop replied.  “We’re talking about the Jeskeys.  It certainly can’t hurt for someone to take a good look.  Not to mention…damn, she’s a mess!”

I forcefully turned around and leveled my most angry and annoyed look straight at her.

“Easy sister,” she told me.  “We’re just concerned.”

They were concerned?  I had wash on the line.  And where was Uncle Dave and Uncle Gary?  They would be expecting dinner before long.

The man cop talked to another of the cops, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the building and to his car.  The woman cop stayed right with us.  Were they taking me home?  I could only hope.  But they didn’t take me home.  Instead, they took me to an even weirder building.  A much bigger building.  The man cop opened the car door for me and pulled me out, still never letting go of my arm.  At least he wasn’t hurting me this time.  The two cops led me into the building.  There were lots of people there, and I was quick to notice that most of the women were wearing pants.  What kind of place was this?  The woman cop led me over to some nice chairs and made me sit.  She sat right next to me.

The man cop had disappeared.  He came back a few minutes later though.  “They’ll get to us in a few minutes,” he told the woman cop.  Then he sat down on my other side.  I was still trying to get used to how weird everything was, especially the people.  I looked all around as much as I could from that seat.

“Sheriff?” a woman called.  “We’re ready for you now.”

The two cops stood up and the man cop grabbed my arm.  He led me toward the woman who had called them, then through some weird doors that were like two of them put together, and finally down to another door.  The woman gestured for them to take me inside.

“Don’t give them any trouble!” the man cop said to me, trying to make me think he was angry with me or something.  “I’ll be right out here.”  He wasn’t coming in with us?  Why?

The room was…weird.  Even weirder than the entire place.  I didn’t know what anything in there was.  There was a weird table that took up a lot of the room and the table had some kind of paper that covered the entire top of it.  Why?  The woman who led us to the room took out her pen and looked down at some paper in her hand.  “What’s your name honey?” she asked.

Why was everyone so worried about my name?  I had no problem remembering what I had been told all my life – don’t talk to anyone, especially don’t talk to cops.  And there was a cop right in the room with us, even though she was a woman.  As I saw it, a cop was a cop.

“Your name please?” the woman asked.

“Please give the nurse your name,” the woman cop told me.  But I knew better.  I said nothing.

The woman cop sighed.  “She won’t say a word to us about anything.  Can we just move on to the examination?”

“I guess we may have to, the other woman replied.”

Just then, the door opened, and a man walked in.  He was wearing a weird white coat.  “Now then,” he said as he closed the door behind him.  “I hear we need to do a quick exam.  Is that right?”

“Yes please,” the woman cop told him.

“I haven’t had a chance to check her pressure yet,” the woman told him.

“No problem,” the man said.  “I’ll do it myself.”

I noticed he was looking me over carefully, from my head to my feet.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

I was going to start hitting people if they kept asking me that.  I would, but I had no doubt that would get me in serious trouble.  Still, I kept my lips pressed tightly together.  The man seemed confused or something for a moment, then he grabbed this…weird thing.  Yeah, I know, everything around me was weird, and so was this…whatever it was.  He wrapped it around my arm, then started squeezing this ball that was attached to it, and the crazy thing started to get tighter and tighter.  “What?” I screamed.  “Don’t hurt me!  Please don’t hurt me!”

The man seemed very concerned.  “Does that hurt?” he asked quickly.

“No, but it’s tight.  Real tight.”

“It’s supposed to be,” he said.  “Just relax, it will be all over in a moment.”

He did something with it and then I felt the thing stop squeezing my arm so tight.  A moment later he removed it.  He went over and whispered something to the woman from the place.  I was just glad that thing was gone.

But then the man turned back to me again and said, “Okay then.  Nurse, would you please help her with her dress.”

Help me with my dress?  What was he talking about?

“Come on sweetie,” the woman said.  “Let me help you get that dress off.”

Get my dress off?  I looked at the man, and it finally dawned on me.  “Oh,” I said, finally understanding.  “You want me naked.”

“Yes please.  It would help,” the man told me.

“No problem,” I replied.  I was surprised to feel the woman pulling down the zipper on the back of my dress.  When it was down, I stepped out of it.  “Do I need to remove my boots too?” I asked.

The man was staring at my naked body.  He seemed surprised about something.  “Do you want me to remove my boots too?” I asked.

“Uh…only if you want,” he said, still staring at my body.

I left my boots on and walked up to him.  “Do you want to get undressed too, or do you want me to do it for you?  Or do you just want a blowjob?” I asked him.

He seemed further shocked.  “A blowjob?”

“Yeah.  Of course,” I replied.  “Isn’t that why you want me naked?  Usually though, when the guys just want a blowjob, they don’t bother asking me to get completely undressed, but sometimes they do.”

“What guys?” the man asked.

“My uncles,” I told him.

“Your uncles?”  He seemed shocked.  Why?

“Yeah.  Of course,” I replied.

“Tell me,” the man said.  “Do they ever want you to do more than just give them…blowjobs?”

“More?  What do you mean?”

“Actual sex.  Do you ever have sex with them?”

“Oh that,” I said.  “All the time.”

“And you do it?  Willingly?”

“Of course.  Why not?”

“Why not…” he repeated.

“Now do you want a blowjob, or do you want to have sex with me instead?”

“I don’t want either!” the man told me.

“Then why did you want me naked?”

“So I can examine you,” he said.  “I’m a doctor!”

“A doctor?” I replied totally interested.  “I’ve heard of doctors, but I’ve never seen one.”

“You’ve never seen a doctor?”

“No.  Why would I?”

“Don’t you ever get sick, or hurt?”

“Sure.  Doesn’t everybody?”

“And nobody takes you to a doctor?”

“Why would they?  I’m not allowed to leave the farm.  This is the first time I’ve ever been anywhere.”

He was looking at me like I was the strangest thing he’d ever seen.  As I looked around, they were all looking at me that way.

It was the woman cop who spoke to me next.  “How often do you have sex with…your uncles as you called them?”

“All the time of course.  Whenever they want.”

“And how long has this been going on?” she asked.

I looked at her strangely.  “They’ve always done that.”

“What do you mean, always?  How long?”

“I don’t know.  As long as I can remember.”

“Your…uncles…have had actual sex with you, for as long as you can remember?” she asked.

“Sure.  Why not?  I’m a girl.  That’s what girls are for.”  And then I remembered something.  Something important.  “Oh shit!” I mumbled.  I pressed my lips together.  I prayed that Dave and Gary wouldn’t find out that I had been talking.  Especially when there was a cop in the room.

The doctor seemed to gather himself a bit.  “Will you please sit up on the table for me.”

I couldn’t see any problem with that, so I climbed up.

“Do you ever wear any underwear?” the woman cop asked me.

Underwear?  I barely owned any, and most of the time it was simply in my way, so I couldn’t see any reason to bother with it.  But I had already said too much.  I kept my lips pressed firmly together.  I saw the woman cop shake her head.

The doctor seemed to look all over every inch of my body.  He spent a long time looking at my back.  “Whip marks,” I heard him say softly before moving around to my front side.  But the one thing he seemed to look at the most was my clit.  That was the part of me that the two women seemed to be the most interested in too.  The doctor poked and prodded at every part of it as he examined me.

“Is it a birth defect?” I heard the doctor wonder, then he shook his head.  “No.  I think it’s deliberate.  Who did this to you?” the doctor asked me.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was done talking.  I had already talked too much.

“When was the last time you had your period?” he asked me.

Period?  What the hell was he talking about?  I didn’t have a clue, but I also wasn’t talking anymore.

The doctor shook his head.  He looked at the woman cop.  “I’ll write all this up of course, but, to be honest, I’m not completely sure what we’ve seen.  I’ll tell the sheriff, but I think she should be looked over by someone more knowledgeable in that area than myself.  Perhaps a gynecologist.”

I saw the woman cop nod her head.  “That might be a good idea.”

“Um…do you have any idea at all what her name is?” the doctor asked.  “We’ve got to call her something.”

“We’ve got nothing on her at all,” the cop replied.

“A Jane Doe then,” the doctor replied.

“For now anyway,” the cop told him.

The doctor guy looked at me and said, “You can get dressed now.”

I got down off the table.  I was glad the man hadn’t wanted sex with me or even a blowjob.  As far as I was concerned, sex was just one of those pain in the neck things that women had to put up with.  I was glad he wasn’t interested.  I certainly wasn’t!

I slipped my dress on and the woman zipped it up in back for me.  That was nice.  “Can I go home now?” I asked the woman cop.

She said nothing at all to me about that.  Instead, she just said, “Let’s go.”

I was put into the back of that cop car again, and the woman cop talked quietly to the man cop as he drove.  A few times I heard the man cop say, “She what?” like he couldn’t believe it.  What was his problem?

Unfortunately, they didn’t take me home.  They took me back to that same weird building where all the other cops were.  The man cop said something to the woman cop, and she led me to another little room where she made me stand next to a wall.  She picked something up from the table and put it to her face.  “What’s that?” I chanced asking.

“Camera,” she said.

“Like the guys have on their cellphones?”

“Like that, only better.  Hold still,” she told me.

I heard a bunch of clicking sounds and she asked me to turn sideways, then the other way and then completely around while that thing kept making those sounds.  When she was done, she took me out of there and stuck me back into that same weird little room with the table in it where I had been before.  And she left me there.

I tried to open the door and discovered it was locked.  Was this one of those jail cells that the guys talked about?  I guessed it was.  I looked around.  Huh!  No wonder the guys seemed to think that jail wasn’t much of a problem.  It didn’t look so bad at all.  I just couldn’t get out.

I was…locked up.

And I had clothes on the line and dinner that needed to be made!