Chapter Eleven: Sweet Revenge
Larry
was drinking a cold beer, watching news accounts of shrinks and cops getting
gunned down in New Hampshire and elsewhere. When he finished the bottle,
Gabriela brought him another and said, “Master, the chamber downstairs has been
renovated into a small auditorium. You have a new slave girl, and some guests
in the other chamber.
Larry got up and followed Gabriela downstairs. “This wall is a
two-way mirror. Take a look at the new slave girl.”
Larry was confused. “Is she any relation to the shrink that got
me locked up? She looks like her, but much younger.”
Gabriela answered, “She is the shrink, but restored to her
eighteen-year-old body. Let me tell you about her dress. As you can see, it
goes over her left shoulder, where the front connects to the back by two
buttons. It wraps around her left side, and buttons down the right side to hold
it together. She has nothing on underneath.”
Larry gazed at the girl. “She doesn’t look half bad as a
teenager.” he said.
Gabriela told him, “In the chamber there are some guys who are
waiting to talk to you.”
Larry went into the other chamber, asking, “What’s up?”
One guy spoke up, saying, “Some of us were victims of shrinks,
either that Kathy M. Godbey who got you locked up, or other shrinks. Some of us
got killed fighting back against the government to defend freedom. Others are
victims because we were unable to seek professional help, because of the danger
of getting locked up and drugged.”
There were twenty men in the chamber. They gave Larry some
signs, which he read.
Larry said, “Tell you what. I’ll have Gabriela call you guys
into the other chamber. I’ll tell Kathy that she is to give a presentation on
what she did for work. Then I’ll enter from backstage. When you see me,
somebody ask her what LCSW stands for.”
Then he went to the chamber where Kathy M. Godbey, restored as a
teenager, was waiting.
Kathy was furious. “How could you do such a thing?”
Larry replied, “You got me locked up in a mental institution. I
fought back. I set an example for other people to follow.”
Kathy answered, “A horrible example. Not the kind of example I
would want anyone in my family to follow.”
Larry smiled. “Oh, isn’t that exactly what you have been
teaching children, including your own?”
Kathy replied, “No, not at all.”
Larry showed her a sign and said, “Read this to me.”
Kathy looked at the sign and read, “But when a long Train of
Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design
to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty,
to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future
Security.”
Larry asked, “Can you identify it?”
Kathy looked at Larry and said, “That’s from the Declaration of
Independence.”
Larry said, “A document signed by Founding Fathers, who fought
back with bullets when they could not win with ballots. The Dude on the Deuce
speaks of a duty to fight back. Let’s see to whom the Founding Fathers felt
they had a duty. Read the next sign to me. Can you identify it?”
Kathy read the sign, “For my own part, I consider it as nothing
less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude
of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way
that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfil the great responsibility which
we hold to God and our country.”
Kathy looked at Larry and said, “That’s Patrick Henry, from his
speech about Liberty or Death.”
Larry explained, “So Patrick Henry, certainly not alone among
the Founding Fathers, was acting out of a sense of duty God and toward his
country. Now read the next sign. Can you identify it?”
Kathy read the sign, “Resistance to tyrants is obedience to
God.”
Kathy turned to Larry and said, “That’s Thomas Jefferson.”
Then Larry showed her the final sign. “Read this to me.” he
said.
Kathy looked at the sign. She was knocked out of denial. She
read the words, “I promise to do my best to do my duty to God and my country,
to help other people and to obey the law of the pack.”
Larry asked, “Can you identify it?”
Kathy said, “Of course, that’s the Cub Scout promise. I know
that as a Cub Scout leader.”
Larry concluded, “So that’s exactly what you have been teaching
children, including your own: to do their duty to God and their country. In
this case, it is their duty to throw off such government and to provide new
guards for their future security.”
Kathy couldn’t squirm out of it.
Larry said, “There are some people in the next chamber, and you
are to address them on the stage, and tell them about the work you did as a
therapist. They will be here any second.”
The men started wandering into the chamber to take their seats.
Kathy stepped up onto the stage. Larry opened the door that led to a corridor,
to the backstage entrance.
Kathy got up on the stage and said, “I have just been instructed
to give you a talk on my work as a therapist. I deal with a lot of people who
are going through a tough time. I try to help them, by teaching them how to
deal with their issues.”
The man in seat 12 raised his hand. Kathy said, “Yes?”
The man said, “Isn’t it true you also got people locked up in
mental institutions when they didn’t commit any crimes?”
Kathy said, “That’s my job. Under certain circumstances, I did
feel it was necessary to do that. In some cases, people were experiencing
severe depression...”
The man in seat 3 interrupted, “And you think locking people up
in mental institutions is supposed to brighten up their day and make them glad
to be alive?”
Kathy spoke defensively, “In some cases, it has worked.”
The man in seat 5 spoke up, saying, “When they ask the hostage,
do you want to get committed or do you feel better now, and if the hostage does
not want to get committed, what would you expect him to say?”
Kathy replied, “I realize there is a lot of controversy
surrounding the process of involuntary hospitalization.”
Larry appeared backstage. The man in seat 16 asked Kathy, “What
does LCSW stand for?”
Larry stepped up behind Kathy, reached the fingers of both hands
over the back of her dress, grasped it firmly and gave it a hard tug. All the
buttons broke off, and the dress came off.
“Ayeeeeeek!” Kathy screamed. She tried to cover herself up with
her hands. She turned around to see Larry holding the dress.
Larry spoke up to the man who asked the question. “Luscious,
cute sex widget,” he said.
Gabriela went up on the stage. “Master, here is a baseball bat.
You may beat her if she disobeys you. You may beat her if she shows you any
disrespect. You may beat her just for fun if you want. Here is a torture iron.
It is very hot. You can burn her flesh with it. Press the green button, and it
emits a powerful electric shock that is extremely painful. You may torture her
if she disobeys you. You may torture her if she shows you any disrespect. You
may torture her just for fun if you want to.”
Larry accepted the baseball bat and the torture iron. “Electric
shock therapy! Kind of like giving her kind a taste of their own medicine.” he
pondered. He turned to Kathy and said, “Take a walk over there, stand in front
of the man in seat 1.”
Kathy was horrified, but she heard what Gabriela said. She
walked over to stand in front on the man in seat 1.
Larry ordered, “Turn around slowly, full circle, and let him
have a good, long look.”
Kathy sobbed. She was totally embarrassed. She turned around
full circle while everybody watched.
Larry ordered, “Now he can put his hands on your hips. Turn
around full circle, and let him feel your ass with his bare hands, Kathy.
You’re naked, Kathy, and men like to see you in your teenage body, totally
naked. Turn around, Kathy.”
Kathy turned bright red and cried and she obeyed.
Then Larry ordered, “Now he can move his hands up higher. Turn
around another full circle, Kathy, and let him feel your breasts with his
hands. Turn around, Kathy. You’re naked. We like seeing you naked. We’re gonna
like having you as my slave.”
After she turned around another full circle, allowing the man to
feel her breasts as they brushed against his hands, Larry ordered, “Now go
stand in front of the man in seat 2.”
Larry ordered her to give the same treat to each of the men, one
at a time, in order of their seat number.
After Kathy gave the treat to the man in seat 20, Larry ordered,
“Now get back up here on the stage, Kathy. You’re not bad looking in that
teenage body of yours. If you think this is humiliating and embarrassing,
imagine how humiliating it is to be locked up in a mental institution and
drugged, how embarrassing it is to have to tell people where you were. Get up
here, Kathy, I want to molest you.”
Kathy was terrified, but she complied, trying to avoid being
beaten and tortured.
Larry observed, “You are obeying me, but I can beat you and
torture you anyway. Kind of like people who obey laws, and you got them locked
up anyway. Now stand here and let me feel you and touch you, Kathy.”
Larry spent a few minutes running his hands over Kathy, then
ordered, “Kneel down, Kathy. On your knees. Move back, Kathy, back further, so
your feet hang over the edge of the stage. Now let the man in seat one walk up.
It’s your turn. While I have her give me a blow job, I don’t want such a perfectly
good ass and a perfectly good pair of tits to be going to waste, not doing
anybody any good. You can walk up and spend the time feeling her body, from
down there on the floor, while she gives me a blow job up here on the stage.
See how she likes being publicly humiliated and deprived of her rights, like
she did to other people.” Larry unbuckled his pants and lowered them, then
ordered, “Open wide, Kathy, and start licking. That’s right, Kathy. You’re my
slave. You don’t go to Heaven until I sign your promotion card. You don’t know
if I’ll sign it today or if I’ll decide to keep you longer, just like I didn’t
know if my release papers would be signed or if some staffer would find an
excuse to keep me longer. You’re naked, Kathy, and you’re giving a blow job to
your master, and you must swallow everything. You must not spit anything out.
When you’re done, there are twenty more men here who want a blow job from this
nice, pretty teenager, this luscious, cute sex widget.”
Kathy was terrified, and shattered. After she finished giving
Larry a blow job, he made her give a blow job to each of the other men, up on
the stage, while the man with the next seat number molested her, while standing
on the floor. Larry did the molesting while Kathy gave a blow job to the man
from seat 20. Then Larry looked at the sobbing Kathy and taunted, “Aw, you look
totally shattered. If you want, you may cry on my shoulder and I’ll comfort
you.”
Kathy could barely speak, but rejected the offer, sobbing,
“Forget it! How…can…you…comfort…me…when…you…put…me…into…this…condition?”
Larry replied, “Kind of like pretending to expect doctor-patient
relationships to form within the mental institution, between the kidnappers and
their hostages.” Then he announced, “You can expect it to be like this every
day, from now on. Those guys may move on to bigger and better things, but I’m
sure Gabriela can bring in more guys, and I’ll be here. Payback is nasty.”