Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller (12 page)

“The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Chapter 31

No sooner had Prescott finished putting out all the telephone fires of his day, Gilheart called.

“Mr. Prescott? A John Gilheart on line two.”

Christ, what did he want?

“Gilheart, I thought you were smart enough not to call me at work.”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing Prescott, but I won’t go down easy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play innocent with me. If you and your bitch think you’re going to shake me down for more money or try a little blackmail, just remember, you can get hurt too.”

Prescott was completely mystified.

“Gilheart, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t have the State Board goon call me up?”

“What State Board goon? You want to try making sense so we can have a conversation?”

Silence while Gilheart reexamined the situation from the light of new information. Prescott’s voice had the ring of truth.

“I got a call a little while ago, from a David Freiling an investigator, for the Education Department. He seemed to know a bit too many details he could have only gotten from either you, or Mia. Since your wife isn’t that smart, you were left as the only man without a chair. What gives?”

Now it was Prescott’s turn to be silent, processing this new development.

“What was his name, again?”

“David Frieling. Don’t bother, I already tried running him down. There is no investigator there by that name. Which leaves you.”

“Have you seen my wife? Has she been in to work?”

“Hey, I have an idea. How about we stay on my topic for a change?”

“Okay, here’s what I know. Mia left a few days ago. I haven’t seen her. I don’t know where she is. I’m looking for her too. So, if you could get your head out of your ass long enough, we might be able to get to the bottom of this.”

“You were supposed to have her under control, Prescott. That was your end of the deal. So she’s swinging you around by the dick too, is that what you’re telling me?”

“I need time to think. I’ll call you back.”

“I’ll give you an hour. After that, I’m going to put some wheels in motion. I didn’t walk into this without some protection. Don’t think you’re dealing with a hayseed. If I go down, you go down too.”

“Okay, an hour.”

Prescott sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Mia’s got an ally he doesn’t know about? How could she? She doesn’t fuckin’
DO anything.
She goes to work, and she goes home.

Maybe one of the teachers at school took pity on her? A guidance counselor noticed the bruising and asked too many questions and she broke down?

What about her writing? She had been on the computer a lot lately.

Prescott got up from his desk and punched the intercom.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m going out, probably home. I don’t feel well and will very likely take the rest of the afternoon off. Hold all my calls.”

“Yes, sir.”

He grabbed up his jacket and went out the back way down to the parking garage. He had meant to check her email the other day and then had completely forgotten.

He got home and could tell immediately the house was empty. She hadn’t been there. No clothes were gone, which meant maybe her laptop was still here.

He walked into the other room, his five hundred dollar Gucci wing tips slapping the linoleum. Her laptop was where she left it.

Prescott flipped open the cover and powered it up. He came up with a login password screen. That little bitch passworded her computer off? When had she done that? Now he knew there was something she was hiding.

He tried to think of what she might use as a password. He didn’t think she would get that imaginative. He tried her birthday. No luck. Various combinations of her name. Nothing. He tried names of some of the characters in her book. Nada.

She was starting to piss him off.

He tried her name with her birth year in back of it. Nope. He next tried her name with 19 in front of her name, and her birth year in back.

And the login worked.

The desktop popped up in front of him and he started scanning for her email program. It occurred to him he could have accessed her email online and he could have done it from his office. He was too rattled by Gilheart’s call to think straight.

As soon as the Internet connection was made, the screen went dark. Then ghostly, cackling laughter started coming from the speakers. A small icon appeared, tiny in the blackness of the screen, growing larger as it came closer, and into focus. It stopped when it took up the entire screen. It was a fist.

Then it slowly moved backward, and the middle finger extended.

Prescott had an enemy, and he didn’t know who it was.

Prescott picked up the laptop and threw it against the wall, shattering it. It fell to the floor in three pieces. He started screaming and trashing the house.

Daddy sat back in his chair, after hacking Mia’s home computer.

Fuck ‘em, if he can’t take a joke,
he thought.

Battle lines were being drawn.

“Fear is the parent of cruelty.”

James Anthony Froude

Chapter 32

“So have you found your bitch yet?” said Gilheart to Prescott, getting more and more disgusted with him by the moment.

They met at a local cafe to discuss the problem and share a coffee.

“No. She’s disappeared.”

“Well, isn’t that nice for you. Tell me Prescott, have you ever heard of a telephone trap?”

“Yes, of course.”

“What is it?”

“It records a telephone conversation along with a time/date stamp. Usually used in legal proceedings,” rattled off Prescott, knowing already where this was going.

“That’s right. And if someone wanted to make sure there was a record of his calls, after all, you never know who might be wanting to sue the school, he might tape all his calls. It makes one wonder what the City Council, not to mention the voters, might think of someone who sells his wife to get beaten.”

“Don’t threaten me, Gilheart. So far, we’re on the same side, with the same interest. Don’t mess with that equation, or you might find you’ll have some pretty impressive problems of your own.”

“Oh, I think we’re both looking at felonies. How many more ‘impressive problems’ do you think you have up your sleeve?”

“Look, don’t panic. If this ‘David Frieling’ isn’t with the Education Department, and he isn’t with me, you have no problems.”

“So who is he, then?”

“I don’t know yet. But I’m working on it.”

“Okay, then let’s sum up our situation, shall we? Mia is missing, and you don’t know where she is. She has a ‘friend,’ who you don’t know, who isn’t above making threatening phone calls and computer hacking. Who obviously knows way too much. Between them both, we’re looking at multiple felony counts. How am I doing so far?”

“I think you’re blowing it out of proportion. Let’s try my version. Mia wrapped some dipshit around her finger, gave him a number and said ‘go get em, tiger’. A random computer hacker got into her computer and started screwing with her.”

“Do you really believe the bullshit that comes out of your mouth? Or is glib idiocy automatic with lawyers?”

“Well, then how about I offer you a freebie? Call her in to work. Let’s she if she comes in. If she does, then we have her where we want her. You just give me a call, and I’ll do the rest. We’ll find out who’s right. I bet I know my wife better than you do.”

“I still don’t see the freebie in this for me.”

“If she comes in to work, do whatever you want with her. Make it hurt. Make it hurt bad. Then hand her over to me. I’ll make her hurt even worse.”

Mia and Daddy were having breakfast. Daddy, deciding to clog all his arteries with cholesterol, made eggs, home fries, and bacon for breakfast.

Of course not being contented with a normal breakfast, the home fries also had onions, jalapeno peppers, and were dripping with Swiss cheese. They sat at the breakfast counter, drinking fresh ground Columbian Supremo coffee.

Mia was wearing another of Daddy’s shirts. Daddy could catch occasional glimpses of her breasts and panties, and it was already driving him nuts.

Seven a.m. and after having his balls drained once this morning, his erection was starting again. He was looking at her smiling and contemplating whether there was enough room on the breakfast counter for a quickie.

Her cell phone rang and Mia looked at the display.

“It’s work. I should get this,” she said. She hadn’t been to work in almost a week, not that it mattered. There were plenty of substitutes, but she didn’t want them to start not calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi Mia, John Gilheart. One of our teachers took sick. I thought I’d see if you’re interested.” Clipped, no nonsense, professional. No mention or indication of their encounter before.

“What class?”

“She had a light day, but there was also some teacher’s conference scheduled later in the afternoon. Are you interested?”

“Yes, what time is the class?”

“Eleven a.m. to four p.m. Miss Harriman’s room, 206. Teacher’s conference scheduled at five p.m. Go to the gym.”

“What about…”

Gilheart clicked off without a goodbye.

“I’ve got to go in to work,” Mia said to Daddy.

“You sure that’s wise?”

“I can’t hide out here with you for the rest of my life.”

“Why not?” Daddy said, smiling. “I was just thinking of my favorite ‘over-the-counter’ fantasy I wanted to practice.”

“That’s because you’re a pervert Daddy,” said Mia, giggling.

“I’m a pervert?” Daddy grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her up on the counter, plates crashing to the floor, and glassware scattering. “Let me show you perversion.”

“Daddy!” Mia giggled and struggled to get free, as Daddy easily pinned her arms over her head, and then they slipped around his neck. “You know I want to stay here, Daddy. But I shouldn’t.”

“It could be dangerous,” said Daddy, stroking her face.

“I don’t think so. There are always lots of people around. Besides, there was no hint in his voice. He just wanted a substitute to fill his role.”

“All the same, you be careful.”

“Of course, Daddy. I’m not stupid.”

Mia went upstairs to get dressed. Daddy had bought her all new clothes, so she wouldn’t have to go back to her house. He could hear giggles upstairs as she tried on one, then the other.

Something doesn’t feel right about this whole thing,
thought Daddy. He cast his intention out, but nothing came back.
Gilheart would be a fool to try anything after being warned off.

In Daddy’s old world, one warning was all you got. And most of the time, you didn’t even get that.

Mia came back downstairs, twirling her dress, modeling it in front of Daddy.

“What do you think?”

“Can I study in your class?”

“No. We don’t allow old perverts like you on school property,” said Mia, smiling.

“Well then, how about I just sit on a park bench and look up your dress?”

Mia giggled. “I’d let you look up my dress any day, sailor.”

“All cruelty springs from weakness.”

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Chapter 33

Mia, luckily, didn’t see Gilheart all day.

The kids were being their usual unruly selves with a substitute. Some days, they just loved to learn. Other days, they just loved to burn. She went through her classes thinking about Daddy and what he was doing.

She had lunch to herself and sat daydreaming about Daddy. She knew he’d have some surprise waiting for her. She finished grading the papers from the class before in the teacher’s lounge. When it was time for the teacher’s conference, she walked towards the gym.

The gym was set off from the main building by a little ways and she had to walk down a long hallway to get to it. Her pumps slapped a beat against the tile floor, echoing her progress. She could see the lights of the gym up ahead through the double doors.

As soon as she stepped through the doors, Gilheart came up behind her, put a hand over her mouth, and lifted her off the floor. She knew it was Gilheart instantly by his smell, and she started fighting. With her legs off the floor, she could get no leverage, and couldn’t fight back.

Daddy help me,
she screamed into her mind.

Gilheart slammed her against the cinder-block wall. His breath was coming in quick bursts, hitting Mia’s neck. She tried not to make a face at the smell. It smelled of coffee and bad cheese.

He had her pressed up against the wall, his chest pressed to her back. The principal was kissing and licking her neck. It took everything Mia had not to pull away from him.

As he continued sliding his disgusting lips and tongue over her jaw, Gilheart moved his hands up to Mia’s breasts. Roughly he squeezed them through her shirt.

“You know, I normally go for bigger tits, but I guess these will do.”

He grabbed her dress and tore it open. Mia heard several buttons fly across the hardwood floor of the gym. Gilheart made grunting noises as he continued to fondle her. She could feel his erection digging into her lower back. Just the thought of that filthy thing had bile rising.

Suddenly, he released her and stepped back.

“Strip.”

When Mia hesitated, Gilheart slapped her. The sound of the whack echoed around the empty gym. Mia took a deep breath and turned around to face the pig. With no emotion, she robotically obeyed and removed all of her clothing.

She watched the repulsive glee spread over his face. Mia then tried to retreat to the steel cage in her mind. She had been beaten and taken against her will so many times that it was usually very easy for her to hide.

For some reason, that wasn’t true this time. It was like she had nowhere to go. Mia was in the moment, she was living this all the way.

Gilheart closed the gap between them and grabbed her breasts. He then leaned down and licked a nipple. Mia again got a whiff of his nauseating breath.

This time she couldn’t stop the grimace on her face. He must have noticed because at that moment he bit the side of Mia’s breast, hard. She gasped loudly and tried to pull away, which only made the pain worse.

When he finally took his teeth out of her skin, Mia looked down. His teeth marks were clearly visible.

“Oh, I like that,” he sneered.

Gilheart moved over to the other tit and bit the top. Mia cried out as she felt a couple of his teeth break the skin. When he pulled back, she saw small trickles of her blood on his teeth.

There was a piece of her breast stuck between them. She wanted to gag. Why did this have to be the one time she couldn’t mentally retreat?

“Very nice. I want you to remember our little meeting. Those should do.” His eyes were gleaming with sick pride.

Without warning, he turned and bent Mia over. Pressing her chest and cheek against the wall.

“Little cunt is going to get what’s coming to her, now.”

Gilheart stepped away for a moment and then something struck the wall next to Mia’s face, making her jump. After her eyes could focus on it, she saw that it was a heavy wooden paddle.

“It’s a shame they don’t let me use these on students anymore. Well, at least I have a bitch substitute to use it on.”

He moved behind her and Mia braced herself. The paddle came down much harder than she had anticipated. The blow rammed her hipbones into the wall adding to the pain.

The next strike came quickly, and Mia could now feel that the wood was not smooth. Besides the sheer pain of being hit hard, her skin was being ripped and cut by the rough splinters.

There was one strike after another. Each hit got harder and harder. After twenty, she lost count. Finally, it was so painful she couldn’t hold back the sobs. Gilheart didn’t notice or he didn’t care. The paddle never slowed as it struck her ass over and over.

When he was satisfied and tired, the principal dropped the heavy paddle on the floor. Mia heard him panting. Out of the corner of her eye, Mia could see that the paddle had small streaks of blood. Then a sweaty hand ran up over her sore cheeks making her wince. Tears started to collect in the corner of her eyes.

Mia didn’t dare move as she heard him unzipping his pants. Roughly, and with no pretense, Gliheart’s dirty cock was at her pussy entrance. He thrust it in deep and grunted.

His noises mixed with her pain was making it hard to swallow the bile that continued to make its way up her throat.

He grabbed a fist full of Mia’s hair making her whimper. He used this as more leverage to pound his dick in and out of her pussy. She was praying that he was so horny that this wouldn’t last long.

At least, she was lucky in this regard. After only a few minutes, he pulled out. He then pressed himself to her asshole.

Mia tried to squirm away. She knew that he was going to hurt her severely. She couldn’t move much with him holding her hair in one hand and the other pressed to her lower back. Without waiting for her tight hole to relax, he shoved in his cock. Mia screamed out at the pain. She actually felt skin ripping along the inside walls of her ass.

Gilheart thrust in as far as he could and started spurting his hot load into her small ass. Mia heard his grunts and felt his sweat drip onto her back. Tears were now streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her breasts still throbbed from the bites. Her ass cheeks were on fire, and now her rectum was torn. All this and she was here, in the moment; raw.

Gilheart pulled out of her ass when his orgasm finally stopped. He let go of Mia and stepped back.

“Now, lick my dick clean, cunt. It has your blood and shit on it and I don’t want it smelling of your shit.”

Mia slowly came up off the wall and started to turn and kneel.

“And don’t stop those tears. They make it that much better.”

Mia lay on the floor, blood once again, pouring out of her violated ass. Gilheart looked at her in disgust and pulled out his cell phone. He speed-dialed Prescott.

“Your bitch is here. Come get this piece of shit out of my school.”