The House by Edward Lee Read Free Book Online

got a sore the size of a meatball on your dick. And it never goes away. Man, you don't want that  shit."
    "Nuh-no, Roc, I sure don't want to catch any of that hercules."
    Hercules?  Leonard thought. He remembered some Greek Myth classes, and a cartoon when he was a kid, but...
    "Ten to one, Knucks," Rocco warned. "These junkie bitches got pussies chock full  of hercules. Stick it in her ass instead."
    "Uh... Yeah."
    Knuckles did as was suggested. His penis appeared oddly small for a man of his size—maybe five inches erected. He popped it into Snowdrop's flaccid anus without so much as a quiver from her. His hips thrust back and forth a few times, then he kind of shimmied, paused, and stopped. "Ooo," he remarked. "Yeah." Then he withdrew his penis, sort of wiped it off on her buttock, and pulled his pants back up.
    "Good nut, Knuckles?" Rocco asked.
    "Uh, yeah. Put one right in her shit."
    Rocco chuckled. "Christ, Knucks. These junkies don't eat. Ain't got no shit up their tails, either of 'em." Then he looked down and frowned. He withdrew his wet penis from Sissy's mouth. It hung half hard—long and thin, like a snake. "Ya stupid bitch, ya suck dick so bad I lost my woody." Then, quite suddenly, he—
    whack!  
    —smacked her so hard on the side of the face he left a pink handprint on her cheek. Then—
    smack!
    —punched her in the eye, and then—
    crack!
    —drove the heel of his palm into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm!"  Sissy moaned, bringing her hands to her face. She began to sidle over on the couch, blood running down her chin. Next, Rocco grabbed her by the hair with both hands—
    " Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! " she whined.
    —and slammed her down on the floor. "Yeah, there it is," he remarked, seeming pacified. A full erection stuck out now. "Don't know why, ya know?" he said casually to Leonard. "Only way I can keep a good stiffer is to rough 'em up a little."
    Sissy, bloody-mouthed, crawled forward, and resumed her fellatio. "Yeah, that's better, that's a good bitch," Rocco said. "Yeah, yeah—" He went up on his tiptoes... "Here comes lunch... Ahhhh..."
    He pulled out, then leaned forward and pinched Sissy's cheeks together into a fish face. "Eat that nut, go on, eat it."
    Sissy's throat clicked as she gulped.
    "Good little junkie. Can't think of a better place for my spunk to be than in your skinny junkie gut." Rocco raised his trousers and from a pocket withdrew two small glassine bags of white powder. "One for you—" he threw one down to Sissy, "—and one for you—" and the other to Snowdrop.
    Their dead eyes lit up as they fumbled for the diminutive packets. Then they literally crawled out of the room, down a dark hall, where they disappeared.
    Rocco slapped Leonard on the back. "Usually we fuck around with 'em a lot more—more fun that way—and sometimes we'll have ya film it for a comp."
    Leonard still was having trouble digesting all of this. Comp?  "Uh, you mean a compilation?"
    "Yeah, that's right. Keep your second camera loaded up for it, just odds and ends to splice together later. You'll see what I mean when you watch the stuff that other asshole made." Then he slapped a big bag of more tiny bags of white powder into Leonard's hands. "Hide this, and don't let 'em sweet talk ya. It'll last till next time we're up. Only give 'em two bags each a day. Don't forget, or they'll die. And make 'em eat half a can of spaghetti a day too. They won't want to so you gotta make 'em. Do it in the middle of the day so they don't puke it up. We don't really give a shit if they die 'cos we can pinch more off the circuit anytime we want. It's just that it's a hassle sometimes 'cos during the week me and Knuckles are picking up markers from New York to Raleigh. Keep 'em alive as long as you can. Got it?"
    "Um, yes," Leonard said.
    "What we need from ya this week is a twenty-minute master. Straight dog stuff, and we need at least four wet shots. Yeah, I know it's hard to get a dog to come on a girl—just keep doing it till