The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 52
Janice wiped her dusting cloth over
the new sewing table that had just been delivered and set up. She sprayed a little more furniture polish on
it and rubbed it in. The surface had
been gleaming to start with, but she was sure that the wax she had just added
made it gleam brighter. She ran her hand
over the large sewing machine that sat on the table. The manual for the machine was placed right
next to it. She hadn’t tried the machine
yet. She hadn’t even turned it on. She would get to it soon enough. She had other things to do first.
She needed to make a trip. She needed to leave as soon as possible. She had only been waiting on her new sewing
machine and table to arrive. And now
they were there occupying the space she had left vacant in the living room for
them.
Carol and Candy had been warned
that she would be gone until sometime tomorrow – most likely late
tomorrow. The beds had all been made,
the dishes were done, and she had spent most of her morning designing and
ordering the new business cards for Candy.
She had really enjoyed that little task. She had created a precious new
logo for Candy. She was sure he… she…
would appreciate it when “she” saw it.
With nothing to hold her back, she
began gathering the things she would need for her trip. Some things she would have to buy along the
way, but some things she already had. She
was heading for southern Alabama… not far from Mobile where she had once
lived. Mobile was where Agent Jacobs had
first started really hounding her. He
had been there in Jackson, Mississippi, but it was in Mobile that he had really
started to become a pain.
The minute she got into the car,
she checked for electronic bugs very carefully.
Fortunately, there were none. Two
minutes later, she was pulling out of the driveway. She had a long drive ahead of her… and just
as long a drive back tomorrow.
Miserable couldn’t even begin to
describe how Halifax felt. The monstrous
tubs of... whatever was in them and was now stuck to his folded up legs were so
big and bulky he could barely move at all.
Since they had dragged him back into his tiny cell, he had only been
able to lay on his stomach and that was it.
He couldn’t even roll over because the tubs were so big. When he had to pee, he had dragged himself as
far to the side as he could, raised his body as much as possible, and let it
out. Then he had been forced to drag his
body away from the puddle… although doing that without getting wet from it had
proved impossible.
He had another problem too. He was hungry. One of the workers had again brought him
food, dumping what had to be leftovers scraped off of someone’s plate right
onto the floor. He had been so hungry he
had grabbed at it and ate it as quickly as he could. But it hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy
his hunger. The water from the bucket
that he scooped out with his hands and sipped helped some, but not all that
much.
The lights in the main room came on
again, and he noticed some commotion as workers carried things in and left
again. This time, he didn’t make a
sound. His pleading for help always went
unanswered.
He saw the four large guards come
in again, but this time they stood around waiting. That same man who had stuck his legs into the
tubs came back and talked with them.
They spoke Chinese so he had no idea what they were saying, but the fact
that they were there again didn’t seem to bode well for him. They had already deprived him of his
legs. Attached some kind of heavy blocks
to them so that he was forced to crawl around on his belly. What more could they do to him? But he knew they would do something, and he
wasn’t anxious to find out what.
The woman and that evil man
suddenly appeared and his apprehension grew worse. The guards headed for his cell. He would have retreated to the back wall, but
moving was too difficult. He watched as
they opened his cell door… and he started crying in earnest as they dragged him
out to the center of the main room where he was dumped unceremoniously in front
of the woman.
Susan looked down at the pitiful
creature in front of her. She had no
pity for him at all. She spoke English,
but the words she said were not what he would have expected her to say. “It’s
time for Ben-ben the dog.”
Once again Halifax had a brief vision of filing cabinet drawers
closing, and one single drawer opening.
He was already naked and on the floor, but his hands clenched themselves
into paws that he would never think of opening or using as hands. Part way through the transformation, Ben-ben
realized that there was something wrong with his legs. He yelped as he twisted and tried to get to
his feet, but there was something stopping him.
He yelped several times as his front legs tried to raise his body off
the ground. He couldn’t understand what
had happened.
Xiang quickly moved in and grabbed one of the “dog’s” paws, holding it
firmly and ignoring the struggles from the “animal.” He nodded to one of his helpers who came over
with a jar that was opened. A small
brush was produced and dipped into the jar, and every inch of the exposed skin
on Ben-ben’s paw was painted with the surgical marking solution. When that “paw” had dried, they did Ben-ben’s
other paw the same way.
Xiang got up from the floor and nodded to Susan. “It’s time for Ben-Ben to be human.” She
said.
Once again, Halifax made the odd transition from dog to human. Once again he didn’t know what had happened,
other than that this time he saw an orange colored dye covering most of his
hands. “What… are you doing,” he
breathlessly asked. He was becoming used
to not getting any answers.
Xiang grabbed another small bottle and loosened the cap on it. The cap had a brush built into it. He nodded to the guards and they grabbed one
of Halifax’s hands and held it out so that Xiang could get to it. Xiang dipped the brush into the bottle again
and pulled it out. Then he started brushing the derma bond glue onto every inch
of Halifax’s hand that wasn’t dyed orange – all of the skin that had been
hidden when his hand had been closed into a paw. He quickly did the other hand the same way.
“It’s time for Ben-ben the dog,” Susan said quickly. And again Halifax
went through the transformation. And
again Ben-ben found himself horribly hampered by whatever it was that was
attached to his legs as he yelped in distress.
They watched Ben-ben struggling for a few minutes before Xiang decided
enough time had passed for the glue to be firmly set. At his direction, the dye was then washed off
of Ben-ben’s front paws. It was the
cleanest his paws had been in a while.
Xiang turned to the man who had mixed the rubber compound the day
before. “We’re ready,” he said in
Chinese.
The man went to work mixing the urethane rubber again. The industrial strength of the compound would
render it almost as durable as tire rubber when it dried. Just before he added the final ingredient, he
nodded toward Xiang and Susan.
“It’s time for Ben-Ben to be human,” Susan commanded, and once again
Halifax underwent the transition from dog to human. But this time, as he became more aware of
things, he discovered that he couldn’t open his hands. “What have you done?” he yelled… even as all
four guards picked up his body and held him securely.
Xiang grabbed Halifax’s arm, paying most of his attention to the closed
and glued hand. The man with the rubber
came over with an empty container as well as the compound he had just
mixed.
“No! No! No, no, no, no, no!” screamed Halifax to no
avail as he struggled uselessly against the much stronger men.
Halifax’s hand was inserted into the container as the guards and Xiang
held him firmly. The container was much
smaller than the ones used on his legs, but it was still more than big
enough. The industrial strength urethane
rubber was poured into the container, filling it completely and covering
Halifax’s hand and arm, stopping just short of his elbow. They continued to hold him firmly like that,
totally unable to move his arm, until the rubber expert declared that it was
safe to release him. Halifax was set
down on the floor, but they didn’t let him go anywhere… not that he would have
been able to anyway.
Halifax had no doubt what fate
awaited his other hand. All too soon he
was picked up again and his other hand was sealed in a container of the
rubber. And when they were done, they
set him down on the floor again.
“Turn him over,” Susan
commanded.
It took two guards to rotate
Halifax from his stomach onto his back.
The large tubs on his legs made moving him that way very difficult. The weight of the rubber and tubs on his arms
caused them to flop out uselessly on the floor to either side of him.
Susan looked down at the miserable
man. This time, she spoke English so he
would understand her. Just as I’ve
deprived you of the use of your legs, now I’ve deprived you of the use of your
hands as well. But I’m afraid we’re not
done with you yet. Not by a long
shot. There is one more part of your
body that you will be permitted to retain… but will never have the use of
again.”
With that she nodded to the men
around her and moved away from him.
Xiang approached Halifax with a
thin metal tube in his hand. He knelt
down of top of Halifax as the guards made sure his rubber covered arms stayed
out of the way.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Halifax screamed as he felt Xiang
grab his penis and start sticking the tube right into the tip of it. “Ow!” he yelled again… to no avail.
With the tube stuck several inches
into him, Xiang got off of him. The end
of the tube still protruded almost four more inches out the end. At his direction, the guards picked Halifax
up again and turned him back onto his stomach.
A few minutes later a worker who had quickly left, came back with a bowl
of ice and water. Halifax was lifted
from the floor, and set down again, carefully lowering his penis into the
container of ice and water. Halifax
screamed! Again. But the guards held him fast so he couldn’t
escape the icy cold that now invaded his cock and balls… shrinking them down
smaller than they would ever be without the ice.
The rubber expert went back to
work. As soon as he was ready, the
guards lifted Halifax straight into the air, and eventually set him down so
that his now tiny penis with the steel tube sticking out of it went straight
into another container. A much smaller
container. And this container was already
filled with the rubber compound. As
usual, all the pleading from Halifax went completely unheeded.
They held him like that for a few
extra minutes before the rubber expert decided they could move him. But all the guards did was to put Halifax
down on the concrete floor and turn him over on his back. The rubber expert briefly checked the
container again that now covered Halifax’s private parts. He was sure it would be fine, and as expected,
everything looked perfect. He nodded
toward Susan and stepped out of the way.
Susan merely said one word, “Good!” before she and Xiang left. Halifax was left right where he was, helpless
and on his back as the workers cleaned everything up and they too finally
departed. The main lights were turned
off, leaving only the single dim bulb burning.
And Halifax was left wondering why they didn’t just kill him and get it
over with.
The rain was driving down as hard as she had ever seen it when Janice
finally arrived at the start of the hiking trail not far from Mobile. There were no other cars in sight, but with
that much rain coming down, she didn’t expect to see anyone. The rain would be a major nuisance, but there
was nothing she could do about that. She
would have to manage anyway. With the
engine off, she turned around and just managed to grab her rain poncho from the
back seat. Slipping the darn thing on in
the car was difficult. She finally got
out of the car into the driving rain, pushing the button to raise the rear hatch
of the car just before she got out. The
rain was so thick it was like getting out into a swimming pool.
She hurried around to the back of the car and grabbed her rubber
boots. By the time she got them on her
feet, her legs were mostly wet… including her feet inside the boots. She grabbed the extra-large backpack she had
purchased on the way there and shoved the camping shovel inside of it. She hesitated at grabbing the photo album. She was very worried about what the rain
might do to it. It had been a long time
now since she had been there and she was worried she might forget where she
needed to go. Just to be cautious, she
slipped the book into an outer pocket of her pack. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to refer to
it.
Despite her rain poncho, she felt drenched to the skin as she closed
and locked her car and set out along the hiking path. The rain and the mud… and her wet feet inside
her boots… made the hiking difficult and miserable, and somewhat painful. But she had no choice but to persevere.
One mile… Two miles… And another half mile. She finally saw the rock formation she had
been searching for and turned off of the path at the spot she hoped was where
she needed to go. She kept going up and
over a small hill, then down the other side.
She looked around. Was this the
place? It was hard to tell. But something in the sight of several fallen
trees caught her eye. Yes, she was sure
this was the place. She turned and faced…
another tree! Darn! If this was the right place, then that tree
had only been a small bush the last time she was here. It had certainly grown! If this was the right place. Pulling her shovel out of her pack, she put
it to work in the wet mud a short distance from the tree where she hoped she
had buried the money.
She dug mud, and the rain washed more mud back into the hole, but she
did make progress. She was grateful when
the rain seemed to let up somewhat, but she knew the weather forecast called
for hard heavy rain for most of day. Her
shovel hit something hard. She paused
for only a moment before attacking the hole with renewed vigor. It wasn’t long before she had uncovered the
red top to the box she was looking for. It
took her another half hour to dig the box out enough that she could open
it. The roots from that damn tree were
her biggest problem. She didn’t even try
to remove the box from the hole. She
knew she didn’t have the strength.
It took some doing to get the lid off of the thing, but when she did,
she was faced with the glad sight of money. Lots of money.
Tons of money. It was all the
money she had stolen from the bank while she lived in Mobile. The one bank where she had worked… and the
one job Agent Jacobs had kept hounding her about the most after the robbery.
She began stuffing the money into her backpack. Millions of dollars! Before she was finished, she was very worried
about having enough room in the pack to hold it all. She did get it all in, but the top of the
pack wasn’t closed as tightly as she would really like and every pocket in the
pack bulged to the maximum. The shovel
she had brought with her she threw into the box. She didn’t have room in the pack to bring it
back with her. She put the lid back on
the box and kicked a little of the mud back on top of it. She wasn’t worried much about any of it. She had her money now and she would never be
back to this spot again.
She attempted to lift the pack… and couldn’t! Damn!
But there was no way she was ever going to leave any of it behind. Having no other choice, she literally dragged
the thing back to the hiking path… then dragged it the entire two and a half
miles back to the car. Lifting the
stupid thing into the back of the car was another little exercise that she
didn’t find fun. Especially since the
rain was again driving down as hard as it had been before.
She was soaked to the bone. She
was as miserable as could be. But she
had her money. She stopped at the first
hotel she could find and rented a room.
The hot shower felt good. The hot
bath she took afterwards felt even better.
By the time she had dressed again, three hours after she had gotten to
the hotel, she felt like her old self.
She got back into the car, a bit annoyed by the damp seat she had to sit
in, and started her journey home. She
was still hopeful she could make it back before Carol went to bed so she could
wish her goodnight.
Completely helpless, there was little Halifax could do but lie there
and sleep. The voices of two workers
talking pulled him out of that slumber as they walked into the room and
switched the lights on. “Help me,” he
moaned. But he could tell, that while he
was the center of their attention, they paid no attention to what he had
said. It was the heavy buckets that they
each set down next to him that concerned him the most now.
The two workers, a man and a woman, talked a lot, but since they only
spoke Chinese, Halifax had no idea in the world what they were saying, and they
certainly weren’t talking to him. They
were obviously friends though because they seemed to be laughing and joking
about something… that Halifax got the impression was over something that had
nothing at all to do with him. But he
cared less about what they were saying when the man pulled a tool out of his
bucket, and with a flick of the man’s finger, Halifax saw a heavy razor blade
extend out the end of it.
The man sat down right on top of Halifax’s stomach facing his folded
and bound up legs so he couldn’t see what the man was doing, but he could
certainly feel him grabbing and pulling at the mass that was now covering his
penis and balls. He could feel the
pulling and manipulating… but he could feel nothing else there at all. A few minutes later, he saw the two workers
look almost jubilant as they threw something off to the side. Halifax realized it was the plastic container
that they had poured their mixture into.
The man got off of him, but from his position on his back, Halifax
could see little. But when the man pulled
a small reciprocating saw out of his tool bucket next he decided he didn’t want
to see what was going to happen. The
woman ran an extension cord from the wall for him to plug the saw in, and the
sound of it coming to life was the most frightening thing Halifax had heard in
his life. Instead of sitting on him, the
man bent down with the saw while the woman got between his legs. Halifax could feel more of the pulling. He could feel the vibration of the saw. But again, that was all he could feel.
The saw stopped and Halifax drew a breath of relief. There was more Chinese spoken and more
manipulation down there, and then the man moved away and put his saw down. He reached into the bucket and pulled out his
knife again and handed it to the woman. More pulling, more manipulation, but still no
real feeling there.
The man and woman suddenly became excited about something. Halifax saw the woman grab something from her
bucket… a ruler? He felt them doing
something before he saw the man pull another tool out of his bucket… a pair of
pliers. The man got down between
Halifax’s legs and Halifax felt more pulling… worse pulling… and then suddenly
a quick monstrous pain that fortunately was gone a moment later. But Halifax could see the man jubilantly
holding up the thin tube that had been stuck inside his penis before the stuff
had been molded to him.
The workers put their tools back into the buckets and moved them
further away. The man went into Halifax’s
little cell and brought out the bucket of water. Standing over Halifax, he slowly dumped a
little of it over Halifax’s mouth.
Halifax did his best to drink it in greedily. He choked on the flowing liquid almost as
much as he consumed, but just getting some water into him was a major
relief.
And then the bucket of water was put down and the two workers departed
again, switching off all but the one single dim bulb that was his only
light. Helpless, Halifax could still do
nothing but lie there on his back and wait.
After the bit of water he had consumed, he felt the slight urge to
pee. He let it out, feeling the wetness
running down to pool between his legs at his backside.
He closed his eyes, searching for the only bit of peace he had now – sleep.
