Chapter Eighteen
Babbs scuttled to a stop. “You mother fucker.”
“I’m trying,”Butch chuckled, placing a hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “I’m trying...”And he pushed Mickey down to the steel grate. Mickey, willing her legs not to fail, dropped to her knees.
“Open your mouth. Let’s get a look at them tonsils, bitch.”
Mickey dropped her jaw, flattened her tongue and turned her face up. Butch rubbed the crotch of his overalls then gripped Mickey’s lower jaw and peered into her throat. “Oh, now that is nice,”he hissed as he watched Mickey’s throat constrict, then open as she dry-swallowed. She abruptly gagged and with a heartless laugh he forced the end of the steel pipe he carried, into the back of her mouth and pushed down. “Stretch open the c*m-sucker a bit, eh?”And he forced the ragged end of
