Chapter 15: A Perilous Search
Mary and George entered the Mitchell barn and turned on their flashlights. Immediately, they saw several of the larger items from the time capsule lying around here and there. As Mary searched, her keen hearing picked up a hollow sound from a portion of the floor. Throwing an old blanket aside, she found a trap door. It was heavy. George helped her open it more or less silently. It led to a dirt floor tunnel under the barn. Mary said, "You go down and search the tunnel. I'll replace the rug and everything then go search the house." George agreed and descended into the tunnel, shutting the trap door.
Mary was fussing with the blanket when she heard footsteps outside the barn. She quietly crept to the doorway of the barn. As the figure walked past her position, she jumped out and put the person into a chokehold. It was a girl, and after the mysterious girl passed out from the chokehold, Mary set her down gently on the ground.
It was Edna, George's ex-girlfriend and Arthur's current girlfriend. She was all tarted up, and looked like a prostitute in a sheer short dress and lots of makeup. She could see Edna wasn't wearing panties. Edna had not been outrageously dressed like this at the jazz club party. What was going on? Edna was carrying a small purse that held mostly condoms.
As Mary rounded the corner of the farmhouse, there was Mr. Mitchell holding a shotgun. "Well, you're finally here, Edna," he said. "It's nice to finally meet you. Art has told me a lot about you." Here Mitchell lowered the shotgun and chuckled a little. "I thought it was probably you out here. The dogs have been going crazy with their whining and whimpering."
He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. "Here's the $65. It should bail our boy out of jail and then some."
Mary nodded, stepped forward, and reached for the money, which Mitchell withdrew. "Not so fast," said Mitchell, "You need fulfill your part of the bargain first."
Based on how Edna had been dressed, Mary now had a complete picture. Her first instinct was to call the whole thing off on Edna's behalf and walk away. She should find out more, so she said, "Why don't you tell me what you think I've agreed to."
Mitchell was quick to fill her in. "I believe you've agreed to fulfill my manly needs, whatever they may be, all night long. In the morning, I'll owe you your $65. Are we clear?"
"I don't think that's what we agreed to," replied Mary, fishing and buying time.
"All right, whore, if you insist. $30 up front it is, and $35 in the morning. But you'd better please me every second between now and noon tomorrow, or I'll be an unhappy customer. As I'm sure you know from Art, I can be a very unpleasant unhappy customer. I'm already displeased. You promised to dress up. Instead, you look like a filthy cunt of a sharecropper." Mitchell grudgingly gave her $30. She put it into her purse.
Mary fished some more, "Why was it so important to steal the Old Cock? Why did you get Art to do it in the first place?"
"Oh missy, if you could only understand," Mitchell answered readily, "I did it for one feeble little piece of paper. Your boyfriend went through all this trouble for just that one little thing. I'm sure you'd never understand, but I have sympathy. Now you need to buy your poor boyfriend out of jail. Do you want to see it? What you're really having to sell your cunt to a strange man because of? Sure, why not, I'll show it to you. You deserve to see the little piece of paper your juicy little cunt is worth."
Mary was intrigued. Surely this was the way to secure the Rush family will. Yet, playing along further might clearly involve some unpleasantness. Mary swallowed hard. Nobody would ever have to know, probably. George would certainly soon cause a commotion that Mitchell would have to investigate. While he was thus distracted, she could steal back the will and be over the far fence before he knew what was happening. "Lead on," she said.
"Since you look like a sharecropper, and are as dirty as a sharecropper, I have an idea. Let's go behind the barn." Mitchell led her behind the barn, where there was a well pump and buckets. "Get naked." Mary removed her dirty torn dress and underwear and set them aside on a barrel along with her purse. "Get on your knees." Mary complied. Mitchell got his dick out of his pants. "Open your mouth." Mary expected Mitchell to step forward and put his penis into her mouth. Instead, warm urine streamed into her mouth. "Swallow it all, cunt!" There was no time to weigh the alternatives. She choked down Mitchell's stinking urine.
Just as she thought she would never be clean again, a bucket of freezing water was poured over her, and then another. "Get up. Now you're clean enough to enter my house." Shivering, she followed him into the house. He set the shotgun aside by the door and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, he pulled open his bedside drawer. "Here it is," he chuckled, waving a piece of paper at her, "Here's why your boyfriend got into trouble. Here's why you had to sell your cunt to get him out. Isn't that precious?" He put the will back in the drawer, shut it, and locked it.
"Now, get on the bed," Mitchell said. Mary complied, sitting naked in the middle of the bed. He held her legs apart with his big hands, put his face to her quim, and started licking. Mary lay back. He was not bad. She had to figure a way now to get him out of the room so she could steal the will and escape. She could wait for George to make a commotion, but that might be later than she'd prefer. So far, though, waiting was being enjoyable. She whimpered as a thrill of pleasure thrummed through her body from his licking. Maybe she could wait awhile. If he kept it up, she would climax soon.
