“Hiccup, jibjab, whatever the hell you call it—I need one now!” Buzz retorted. “We gotta have just the right outfit for this little movie here.”
“In my room upstairs. Bottom dresser drawer are several. I will get one for you,” Mariah added as an afterthought, hoping for any opportunity to escape. As she started to get up, Buzz immediately halted her progress.
“Like hell you will!” he snarled. “Bear, get up there and bring us one o’ them hibjib things. Black one, if you can find it.” As Bear walked through the kitchen and toward the front stairway, Buzz reached down, grabbed Mariah by one arm, and jerked her up and to her feet. “Now, little lady, you get this straight right now. We ain’t playin’ no games here.” Reaching into his pants, he retrieved a six-inch black pocketknife with a silver button on the side. As he pressed it, a gleaming silver blade snapped into place, which he placed ominously close to her neck. “You do exactly as we tell ya and nobody gets hurt. Try any funny stuff, and this nice white carpet’s gonna have more red than a candy cane. You read me, princess?”
With the razor sharpness of the blade so close to her throat that she could almost feel her skin separate under just the slightest pressure, Mariah’s eyes filled with tears again. Sobbing and shivering, she managed to reply, “P-please d-don’t hurt me. I will d-do as you a-a-ask. P-please p-p-put the knife away. W-what do you wish from me?”
“Now that’s a bit more like it,” Buzz sneered as he retracted the knife blade. “An’ really, I’m the least of your worries.” Smiling over at Blood, who was just a few feet to his right, he added, “Now, my pal Blood here—I won’t even tell ya how he earned that name, but I will tell ‘ya this: he ain’t got a kind bone in his body. I mean, I don’t even turn my back on ’im, ’least not for long. An’ Bear up there? Why, he could crush you faster than one o’ them big boa snakes! So yeah, sister, you just do exactly what you’re told, an’ we’ll all enjoy the party here.”
Grinning at Blood again, Buzz added, “Now ol’ Blood here’s got a little bag with some clothes we picked out just for your first movie! Wadn’t we thoughtful?” he added mockingly as he reached into the bag and pulled out a sheer, floor-length black negligee with a plunging V neckline, lacy bodice, and open in front from slightly above-navel height all the way to the floor. “An’ just wait till you see the back,” he grinned before placing the gown back in the bag. “Of course, we added…what is it you ladies call them…accessories? Yeah, that’s it, some accessories to finish out the look! Even a little script in that bag somewhere, just so you’ll know exactly what to say. Why, darlin’, you do a good job o’ this, and hey…the Academy may just be breathin’ down your neck come next Oscar season!” Buzz was having fun now, actually enjoying Mariah’s obvious fear and discomfort. All the better to teach them damn sand niggers a lesson once and for all, he thought.
Bear returned from upstairs, bringing a black piece of cloth that he hoped was what he was supposed to retrieve. “This the head thing?” he asked, looking over to Mariah.
She looked up briefly, nodded her assent, then lowered her eyes back to the floor. She could only imagine where this was all going, and the possibilities were sickening to her.
“Ok, good,” Buzz replied. “Is there a bathroom down here somewhere, princess? And don’t get any ideas; Bear here will escort you.”
“There’s one just off the kitchen,” Mariah added hesitatingly. “What is it you want me to do?”
“Well, just go in there an’ take this little bag Blood has for you. Take off your PJs and put on what we brought in the bag. Our guy at PSU told us ’bout what size you were, so stuff should fit close enough. I want you to put on that head thing when you’re done with the other, then come back out. Meantime, we’ll get the fire goin’ in here again an’ make the lights nice ’n romantic, if you know what I mean. Pretty simple. Hard part for you is gonna be to act like this was your idea, and that you’re enjoyin’ yourself! We want you to look good on that A-rab TV station—All That Jazz, or whatever you call it. An’ don’t forget, little missy, what I got in my pocket.” Looking toward her breasts, whose nipples had somehow inexplicably hardened and were pushing against her rather-flimsy nylon pajama top, he added, “It won’t be your neck I cut first either—that’s way too quick. Maybe I’ll start with those perky little nipples o’ yours I’m seein’. Yeah, that’d be a lot better. Much slower and way more painful.”
Mariah blushed and quickly covered her breasts with her hands. No man had ever seen her or talked to her like that. She was mortified and appalled at the images which her mind was presently conjuring up. Weakly, she reached out, grabbed the bag, and headed to the bathroom, accompanied by Big Bear.
As she reached the kitchen, myriad thoughts of escape raced through her head. She was no match for the giant hairy man next to her for sure, at least not physically. Maybe he would tell her a little more about their plans for her, however, so at least she would know what she was going to have to endure. As they neared the bathroom, Mariah paused, looked softly at Big Bear, and whispered, “So, mister…uh, Beeg Ba-ear, do you know what is to become of me tonight? I am so frightened and would like to know that at least.”
Bear hesitated, then spoke quietly. “Well, lady, we’re plannin’ on gettin’ even with all you Muslim people by havin’ you wear that head thing of yours ’long with all the sexy stuff we got in this here bag. Blood’s gonna film you comin’ onto Buzz and me, then us fuckin’ you—him first, then me, then both together, you know, sandwich-style. We thought we’d finish up by jackin’ off all over your face and that jihad scarf o’ yours. That should get your people pretty hot when it hits the web! There’s more, but I can’t tell you any of that.”
Mariah tried desperately to retain her composure, but the blood in her veins suddenly felt like ice water. If she had let herself, she could easily have doubled over in angst. There was a vicious tightening in her solar plexus, and she felt her heart almost pounding its way out of her chest. Stay calm, she told herself, just stay calm. But she couldn’t. She had never even been with a man before, and the thought of these two barbarians savagely plundering her carefully preserved feminine virtues was just too much to bear. Something had to be done, but what? Acting had never been her forte, but it looked like tonight would be her debut, one way or another. Might as well give it my best effort, she reasoned. I’ve got nothing to lose.
Looking back over her shoulder at Bear, she managed her best pseudo-seductive smile and coyly responded, “Well, Mr. Ba-ear, from the look of these clothes, this will be a very sexy night, yes? I just hope you beeg men are up to it,” she pretended to tease. Then Mariah did the utterly unimaginable. She reached back with her left hand, gently stroked Bear’s crotch, and whispered, “Well, you certainly don’t want to be outdone by your friend Buzz, do you, Mr. Ba-ear? You know, it’s going to take me a little while to get all this stuff on and look my best, so if you’ll just wait patiently right here in the kitchen, maybe I’ll do a little something to give you a bit of a ‘head’ start before we go back in with the others.” Mariah looked down at Bear’s crotch and licked her lips sensuously, all the while thinking to herself, I SHOULD get an Academy Award for this! These men are so utterly stupid!
Bear’s demeanor shifted rather dramatically. A delightful scene darted through his brain, activating a rather-primitive response from his groin. He was a big man, but sometimes, strangely enough, needed a little “extra attention” to perform his best. He had been a bit worried about it, honestly, so Mariah’s offer gave his marginal ego the boost it needed.
“I like the sound of that,” he whispered back. “You don’t take too long in there, though, hear me? I know Buzz, and he’ll be back here before very long, wantin’ to know what’s holdin’ things up.”
“I know,” Mariah assured him. “Just be a little patient for a few minutes and I’ll make it well worth your effort!”
With that she slipped into the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and collapsed on the toilet. She had to do something, but what? These men