Edward Lee - Family Tradition

Family Tradition

by Edward Lee & John Pelan

Kindle Edition

Necro Publications

2011

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Text 2002 Edward Lee & John Pelan

Cover art 2011 David G. Barnett

Chapter One

Boy, are you fuckin them worms again?

Startled by his brothers voice, Esau Turvog guiltily dropped the bait can he held in one hand and the fistful of nightcrawlers he had in the other. Damn, he thought. Hed been just about to get a nut off when his brother interrupted him.

Esaus brother Enoch stood in the shops doorway; his considerable bulk caused the woodplank flooring to bend. Quit jerkin off with them worms, less of course you want to go dig some more up. The first weekend of Mays comin up, and we might have folks stopping by for some fishin. We got a business to run here, ya know?

Enoch wrinkled his nose in disgust as his younger brother stuffed his sullied cock, still slick with spit and worm slime, back into his filthy jeans. The boy was a damn fine cook, but that was about all. He just wasnt right, Enoch knew. Never had been. Fucking sheep and cows was one thingsomething all natural men partook of once in a while. But fucking worms? Somehow that just didnt seem normal.

Aw, Enoch, Esau complained. I was just about to have me a big cum. What Esau did, by the way, was grab a big handful of worms from one of the bait cans in the fridge. Then hed lay his dick right in that handful and start jerking. Hed squeeze the nightcrawlers so hard some of em would bust open as he shucked them back and forth over his tool. Them worms were full of blood, which shined up Esaus dick nicen pretty red. And them wormsd wriggle and squirm as he was jerkinfelt real good. Next best thing to pussy, he thought. Er-shit. Maybe better. Sometimes, when Enoch was off to the shore for supplies, Esau would take a Q-Tip and, inch by inch, shove an entire worm down his peehole. Once he got it all the way in, hed pinch off the enda his dick and just let that worm wiggle around in there. It felt damn good, it did. Then hed jerk off and release the pinch just as he was coming and pump his load out right along with the worm.

But not today. No nut today.

Esau reluctantly picked the nightcrawlers up off the floor, dropped them all back in the can, and replaced the can to the fridge.

Thats better, Enoch approved.

Whatcha want me to do now, Enoch?

Enochs bulbous, bearded face scowled its disapproval. His great belly hung forth, stretching the front of his grimy overalls. Boy, aint you got no wits at all? I do the gatherin and you do the cookin. Thats the way it isn you know that, right?

Esaus lower lip drooped. Uhyeah.

SO GO DO THE COOKIN, YA IDJIT! Enoch yelled. Grandpa Ab aint got all year to wait fer your lazy ass!

Enochs shout fairly kicked Esau out of the front of the bait shop. His big work-booted feet carried him off in haste, to the office and then to the stock room behind it.

Well, it wasnt really a stock room, not by any typical definition.

Here, in other words, the stock was human.

Esau tromped fully into the room and

the reeking filth-smudged man closed the door behind him. Flies circled around his bushy head; some walked on his grease-sheened face. Jewel, aka Julie C. Atkins, aka Convict Ident # W/F-4-97-98103, could only see him by looking back hard over her shoulder. Why? Because he and an equally filthy man had knocked her unconscious, and when shed wakened, shed found herself in this stinking room with her hands nailed to the floor.

Youre sure a skinny one, aint ya? the drawl commented behind her. Something clattered. Drawers opening, closing? Shit, goddamn Enoch, always bossin me around. Well, fuck. I got time to have me some fun. The voice got louder. Hows that sound to you, stringbean?

Jewel tried to speak but only the coarsest of unintelligible noises came out. Her hands burned as though pierced by white-hot pokers. If she leaned up, the pain redoubled, but it was the only way she could see. And when she could see, twisting her neck backmaybe she shouldnt have bothered.

The man stood with his back to her, more things clattering as he stood before a filthy counter. From a drawer, he withdrew a short serrated grapefruit knife. There it is.

Terror sucked the breath from Jewels chest, then she gusted a shriek when he knelt down and hauled her up to hands and knees. Her hands felt as though a tractor had run over them, but as hard as she pulled, she could not unseat them. Rape seemed the next logical event, and she could even surmise the purpose of the short serrated knife chosen over other longer and sharper knives in the drawer. He began to cut off her sherbert-orange prison utilities. The uniform fell away in shreds, and then unbuckling sounds could be heard.

The pain and the horror nearly destroyed her capacity for coherent thought but at least thisrapeshe could identify with. His cock felt oddly fat and enslimed when he kneed up closer and penetrated her. The stench of his crotch wafted beneath her, drifted into her straining face: old sweat and spoiled meat. His dick felt carbuncled as it slid to and fro, herpes blisters, with her luck, or knots of syphilis. But contracting social diseases was hardly a legitimate worry right now.

What would happen when he was finished?

Jewel was twenty-seven years old when the great state of Washington had elected to receive her as a penal resident for ninety-nine years with no possibility of parole. Christ, the baby hadnt even diedit was only a fractured skull and accommodating temporal blot clot. Sure, hed be totally retarded and epileptic for the rest of his life but she hadnt killed him. And the whole kidnaping thing had been Dudes idea anyway. Dude was Jewels pimp, and they were both junkies. The bag price of black tar just kept going up ($25 per quarter gram now!) and with both of them monkeying a two-gram-a-day habit, it was just too hard for poor Jewel to find twelve tricks a day every day. The city pigs were just too hot; johns were driving all the way to Tacoma now for their blow-jobs rather than risk having their names in the Seattle papers.

So. The short version? It had been Dudes idea to snatch the baby from Redmond. Thats where all those rich Bill Gates geeks live. Ponying up a couple hundred grand to get Junior back? That was pocket change to all those rich fucks.

Theyd smuggled the kid into their $32-a-night place at the Bush. Dude had gone out to look for some tricks (in truth, he sucked dick better than Jewel) and his only instruction had been that she keep the kid quiet. Fine. Jewel had been spiking for a vein in her foot when the baby started bawling like a full maternity ward; the distraction caused her to infiltrate. The vein collapsed, and the next thing she knew she had a syringe full of heroin and blood about to coagulate. Her only resort was to muscle it quickly into her arm, which cut the high in half and would cause a giant abscess. The little crumb-snatcher had fucked up her fix! So wasnt it understandable that her momentary rage would urge her to pick the kid off the bed and toss him to the floor? It shut him up, all right. It also cracked his coconut.

The cops and FBI came along shortly thereafter. See, Dude hadnt really gone out looking for tricks. Hed gone to the police to collect the fifty-grand reward the parents posted for the kid. Hed skated, and Jewel was in the slam for life: The Smith-Clark Correctional Center For Women. According to the rule, male detention officers were never allowed in the main block, so theyd simply transport them out for various work details when they wanted some action. All of the girlsJewel includedwere very cooperative. At least it got them off the block, and most of the DOs would always slip them some tranks or speed in gratitude.