When the Corn Bleeds the Pigs Feed06:51 Jun 03 2012
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Relieved to have been sent home an extra few hours early made Leila looking forward to have a charming dinner for a change. It seemed they never seen each other since they both worked different shifts and she knew tonight was his night off.
Leila walked into the back door and took off her shoes. They had bought the two bedroom home hoping on a child, but for some reason in the past two years Leila couldn't get pregnant. She still had hope that one day their dream would come true.
Leila tiptoed through the house trying to surprise her dearly loved Trevor. He would most likely be sleeping since he worked nights.
Leila smiled, time for just the two of them.
Still in her fast food uniform, Leila quietly opened the door to their bedroom. She loved to watch him sleep. Hearing him mumble strange things always made her giggle.
Leila couldn't believe her eyes. She just stood with the door slightly open and watched her husband with another woman in their bed on top of her beloved Trevor. They were covered from waist down in her covers.
Once the shock subsided and she realized neither had heard her she edged to the end of the bed and quickly took hold of the girls long dirty blonde hair. The girl screamed as she was thrown out the bed and onto the floor. Leila stuck her bare foot into her neck.
“What are you doing, Leila?”
“What the hell do you think you were doing Trevor?”
Trevor threw off his covers still in his boxers, but with his penis hanging out the hole.
Leila's face turned red with fury. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought her life would succumb to this. And she was determined to be sure it didn't.
Leila looked down. The girl breathed ragged and spittled under her powerful foot. She seen her clawing and her leg, making blood drip down her leg and onto the girls breasts.
Leila wanted to know who she was at first, but then decided it didn't matter. What mattered was that it never happened again.
Leila gave one last glance at Trevor wondering why he would choose this flat chested slut. He had always told her that she was the prettiest girl he ever seen. He told her that she had all the right curves, with her size D breasts, not too big not too small and her tiny waist accenting her rounded bottom.
“Baby, you make the rockin' world go 'round,” was Trevor's favorite line by Queen.
And today all Leila seen was a no ass, white girl with no tits shacking up with her man.
The blonde haired bimbo desperately kicked out of Leila's hold.
“It's not going to be that easy you little whore,” Leila scoffed.
The woman's hair hung over her face as she gasped for air. She crouched in the corner of the bedroom wrapping herself with her arms.
“Leila?” Trevor questioned.
“I'll deal with you later,” Leila promised.
Leila gave all her attention to the slut crawling to her own feet.
“Please,” she begged.
Leila's eyes narrowed, “Please, what? Did you not know he was married?”
“Yes, but,” the girl panted, “ You were supposed to be at work.”
Leila chuckled, “ I'm suppose to be at work? Where in the hell are you suppose to be. Sure as the fuck not with my husband.”
“Come on. Just let me get my clothes and you can deal with him later,” she explained, “It's not my fault. He came on to me.”
Leila's eyes rolled, “The way I see it. It's both of your faults. And your not getting away with it in my book.”
“Not getting away with it? What are you going to do? I'm calling the police.”
“Like hell you are.”
Leila lunged forward tackling the girl to the floor. The girl tried to defend herself by pushing her away, but failed. Leila began to punch the girl in the face hard enough that bruises instantly began to form, but the girl still tried to scratch back. Outraged, Leila held her head firmly in place and began to beat her head into the floor until the girl went unconscious.
Leila stood up over the naked girl.
“What's wrong with you?”
It was like a background noise in the back of her head as she turned her head to look at her astonished husband.
“I loved you. I've always loved you,” Leila began to babble as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks, “How can you do this to me?”
“I'm sorry.”
Leila's bottom lip began to tremble.
“Sorry doesn't make it up.”
Trevor's pants were on. Leila couldn't remember slipped back into them; however, she was thankful she didn't see him again with his penis hanging out of his shorts again.
“What do you want from me?”
“You are never going to do it again. Does anyone know about this affair?”
Trevor was puzzled, but replied, “No.”
“So, no one knows about the two of you. You don't work together?”
Once again, Trevor was confused, but replied, “No. She's just some girl I met at a bar with the guys from work.”
Leila's hand rubbed her forehead in disbelief.
“You know she can still call the police.”
“She's not going to call the police.”
“Of course she is Leila. You assaulted her.”
“Don't raise your voice to me. You are going to help me make sure she doesn't call the police.”
“And how do you suppose I do that?”
Leila smiled, “I have a few ideas.”
Leila was thinking about her options. She really wanted to burn the girl alive, but there was a burn ban in effect. Then she thought of a wicked idea.
“Tie her up.”
“What?”
“Tie her up.”
“No.”
“You will or I will cut off your dick in your sleep.”
“You're nuts.”
“I'm your wife and you are an accomplice even now.”
“No I'm not.”
“I'll make sure you burn in hell if you don't fucking tie her up you fucking asshole.”
Leila left the bedroom and went to the kitchen taking out a large kitchen knife. When she came back the girl was still lying on the floor with Trevor staring at her with disbelief.
“You are going to help me tie her up, put her in the car, and we are leaving.”
“Are we going to dump her off somewhere like this? She's not drunk Leila. She knows my name.”
“Don't worry about it you fucking pussy. Just tie her up. We will discuss everything later.”
Trevor hesitated but gave into his wife. He didn't know what his wife was capable of as of this moment, but he had never seen her like this. He wasn't sure if he liked it, or did he? He had never had her demand anything from him. All he ever knew of his sexy, dark haired Leila had evaporated before his eyes.
Trevor opened the trunk of the car and went inside to help his wife with his mistake.
Leila stuffed the girls panties into the unconscious girls mouth and finished the job with her zebra printed duct tape. Leila hated using her crafting material, but this was serious. Trevor needed to know how serious she was.
“Now, what do we do?” Trevor asked once they were in the car.
“You let me drive.”
Leila drove all the way out into the country until she reached her uncle's farm.
“Why are we at your uncle's?”
Leila looked at her husband and replied, “So no one can hear her scream.”
“What?!”
Leila shrugged and went into her uncle's home.
“Hey, Uncle Louis. How are you and Aunt Mary?”
“Oh, my goodness. Sweet Leila. What brings you in?”
Her uncle lifted his gaze from his newspaper. They had never gotten into the internet, but they did have cell phones. Leila laughed inside her head as she noticed her uncles blackberry sitting on the end table next to his recliner. Not one damn computer in the whole house, but they had blackberries.
“I was actually looking for a bit of a favor Uncle Louis.”
At that moment Mary walked into the living room.
“Leila,” Mary smiled warmly, “What kind of favor can we do you for, honey? Are you going to be long enough for supper?”
“Actually, if you don't mind Trevor would love to join you for supper. What I was hoping for is if we could spend the night.”
“Our doors are always open. In fact our guest room is made up.”
Leila blushed as she smiled.
“Actually, Aunt Mary, I was thinking Trevor and I could spend the night in the old barn. For old time sakes?”
Mary's smiled widened.
“I get the hint. You want to exercise that baby maker? It's about time my dear.”
Leila's gaze hit the floor as her face brightened with humiliation.
“Yes.”
“Well, there's nothing wrong with that,” replied Uncle Louis as he finally entered the conversation. “I think it's about time for that supper Mary.”
“Oh,” Mary sprang up off the floor and hurried to the kitchen.
“Well, where's that boy?”
Uncle Louis seemed excited to have company. He put down his paper and went to the dining room without another word.
“We'll be right in,” Leila promised.
“Park by the old barn and get your ass back to the house for supper.”
“But that's like a mile away. And what are we going to do about her in the trunk. She's going to wake up.”
“No one will hear her out here. Besides she's gagged and tied. Now, park it and run your ass back here for supper.”
Trevor frowned, but did as he was told. What happened to that small town girl that seemed so well mannered, he wondered?
He thought about just walking the mile back to the house. I would only take him like ten minutes. So, he did.
Leila was there waiting at the front door.
“What the fuck took you so long. Why didn't you run. Uncle Louis and Aunt Mary are waiting for you,” she hissed.
“What happened to you?”
“You happened. Now get your ass in here and wash your nasty hands.”
Trevor sighed, “Yes, ma'am.”
Trevor went and washed his hands then sat down at the dining table.
“Would you do the honors Trevor?” Mary asked.
Trevor looked a little flustered, but began saying grace like a pro.
“Amen,” the whole table looked up with smiles.
Louis took the first helping of mash potatoes and passed it along to his guests.
“Please, don't make me look like the pig here. There's plenty. Dig in.”
“Please, Louis, you're just as much of a pig as those beasts you insist on keeping.”
Louis put down a large helping of green beans and winced.
“Besides the corn in the fields this year, the keep us above water. You know that just as well as I do Mary. Please, let's not do this in front of our guests, even if they are family. And you know Iowa is the largest pork producing capital of the world. I want to get my grubby little hands in that, you know.”
Mary sighed, “I hate them smelly things Louis. That's all I'm saying. At least the corn and beans don't stick to high heaven.”
“We're eating Mary. Just give it a rest.”
Leila thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring up their children, “So, how's Stephanie doing? Isn't she out for the summer from college?”
“That girl needs to get a brain,” Louis complained.
“Louis,” Mary scolded, “She's doing very well. She found some friends to share an apartment with and is working at the mall in Ames.”
“Really,” Leila exclaimed, “She must be having a lot of fun.”
“We get texts from her from time to time. She doesn't want to come all the way into the country. We were hoping she would have come in for the fourth with her brothers, but she had other plans.”
“The girl needs to learn that family should come first like her brothers did.”
“But they didn't go to college, Louis. She doesn't want to settle down just yet. You should be proud of her.”
“I'm not worried about her setting down. I got enough grandchildren I can handle right now. But she should be home.”
“She's not a baby anymore, Louis.”
“I knew I never should have let her out of the house.”
Trevor and Leila ate in silence, listening to the bickering.
The conversation went on to the oldest son, who didn't want anything to do with the farm. None of the children wanted to take on the farm. It saddened Leila to think that once her aunt and uncle died the farm would be sold off and would more than likely go unused for years and eventually sold. But shouldn't be for years, Leila thought.
“Come on Uncle Louis, I don't think you have anything to worry about. There should be plenty of time before you have to worry about any of the kids taking over the farm.”
Aunt Mary gave Leila a strange glare as if there was something about the complaining Leila wasn't getting.
“These mashed potatoes are the best Mary,” commented Trevor as he tried to change the subject.
Mary smiled sweetly, “Thank you Trevor. They're nothing special, just some good ol' fashion hand peeled potatoes.”
“Well, they're excellent.”
Leila decided Trevor had a better idea for conversation and added, “I've always loved your meatloaf. I don't know what you do to it, but it is so much better than my moms. Just don't tell her that.”
Louis chuckled, “It's my family's secret ingredient. Only I was told from my grandmother what it was and I'm going to keep it that way. Even to my death bed. Unless one of my heathens actually steps up to the plate and takes over my business.”
Louis became bitter again. Bickering under his breath inaudibly.
“What's there to know about running a farm that's got them backing down?” Trevor asked.
“There heart just isn't in it,” Mary thought out loud.
“They're too damn lazy,” exclaimed Louis.
Leila was actually interested about the farm. She had spent some summers here helping detassle for a bit of extra money. She reminisced feeding the pigs the feed and the occasional slop from left overs.
“It's not that hard. I remember being out there with you, Uncle Louis, when we were all little.”
“There's a lot of hard work in it, but you hire your seasonal workers and everything works out just fine. I don't like to hire anyone for the pigs. I don't have a lot of them, so they don't eat me out of house and home, but they bring in a little extra dollar once they've reached the proper weight. Hell, I've always hoped for a boar that would win me that blue ribbon at the state fair. Had me O' Buck out there going on two years now trying to fattened that sucker up, but he just doesn't seem to be gainin' any more weight now for about six months. I don't think I'll be able to enter him this year.”
Louis shook his head in despair.
“Isn't it left over day for the pigs tomorrow?” Leila asked.
Louis smirked, “You remember that?”
“Yeah, like the good ol' days, Uncle Louis.”
“Well, yeah. I reckon it is left over day tomorrow for them. Gotta get them a little more meat on them before sending them off to the slaughter house.”
“You mind if Trevor and I feed them tomorrow for you?”
“Hell, why not. You're family. I know you should remember what you're doing.”
Leila clapped her hands together with joy and squealed, “Yay.”
Trevor gave Leila a horrifying glance.
“It's alright Trevor,” Louis stood up, “Leila knows what she's doing.”
Trevor swallowed hard. He hoped she did.
“Well, I'm gonna go hit the sack,” Louis picked up his empty plate and sat it by the sink.
Mary patted her mouth dry and stood up herself.
“I think I'll leave some time for you two to finish up. I'll do the dishes in the morning.”
Leila looked at Trevor. He looked like such a coward sitting there looking into his plate. Leila wondered what happened to the spontaneous, revved up Trevor that was down for anything. She was willing to follow that Trevor over burning pits of coal, but this Trevor looked helpless and scared.
“I'm done,” announced Leila, “We should head out to the barn.”
Just as Leila got up Louis walked into the kitchen, “Oh, I forgot to warn you. I got some detasslers that will be out there in the morning, so I want to make sure you two are decent or stay hidden from them. I don't need any parents blowing up my phone, because you scarred their children for life now.”
Leila laughed loudly as she sat her plate with the others.
“We'll make sure we keep to ourselves or at least be dressed if we venture out of the barn, Uncle Louis.”
Louis went back upstairs for the night.
“Let's go, Trevor,” Leila looked behind her as she headed for the door.
“I'm not done yet,” Trevor forked what was left on his plate.
“Yes, you are. We need to go while there still some light out there. We've got plans.”
Leila went over to him, picked up his plate and slid the rest of his food into the trash.
Trevor slumped in his chair.
“Get up,” Leila ordered and picked him up by his hair dragging him out the door.
Trevor and Leila trudged the mile walk to the barn.
“I wish this place was a bit farther out. I'd love to hear her scream, but we better keep her gagged.”
Leila was strategizing in her head. She really hoped the girl would be awake we they got there. Even if she wasn't Leila made sure to pick up a few household products before they left home. A little bit of alcohol should wake her right up, Leila thought with a Cheshire grin.
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