the ship escaped orbit and entered hyperspace.
when it entered its flight path to arcturus, the boxes were opened so that the slaves could be fed.
what the fuck!
what kind of sex slaves are these?
look at these ugly fuckers !
look at this one! (pointing at yeti)
hey, if they are consigned as sex slaves, that’s what they are. come on, guys, you want some chow? some hot mush? and a little booze maybe to wash it down?
these can’t be sex slaves! somebody fucked up.
people fuck up every day. nobody is blaming you, so relax. line up, guys, get those kinks out of your bones and get the best hot mush in hyperspace. i personally supervised it myself.
thank you, yeti tells the boss - or whatever he is - spooning up the mush.
but he’s right, another slave asks, how are we going to be sex slaves? who is going to pay to fuck the likes of us?
you never know. they will put some wigs and lipsticks on you. just take it as it comes. eat up and don’t worry about it.
*
when they get to arcturus, yeti and the other slaves are unloaded and left on the docks.
there is nobody there to pick them up. another fuckup somewhere.
after a while the slaves begin to drift off.
only yeti is left.
finally a bus arrives, with “madame t’s house of pleasure” painted on it.
the driver, who looks like another brother of the bus driver back on earth who took yeti to the brown house, and the landlord of the brown house., asks where the sex slaves are.
yeti explains the situation as best he can.
to yeti’s surprise, the bus driver - this new bus driver, thinks it is all a big joke.
when he finishes laughing, he asks yeti, what about you? got any plans.
not really. yeti is too tired, and bewildered by the night’s and day’s events, to explain about wanting to go to paris or san francisco and hang with gertrude stein or bukowski.
we can use a flunky, the bus driver says, can you make beds? wash dishes and glasses?
i can try, yeti answers, i can only try to do my best.
now that’s a good attitude. i like that attitude. you don’t see it that much anywhere. all right, hop in.
where should i sit?
anywhere you like. lean back and enjoy the ride.
yeti spends the rest of life in madame t’s house of pleasure, registered by madame and the bus driver, whose name is bert, as a “sex slave”, but mostly makes beds and washes dishes, floors, and other things.
some of the rooms have copies of gideon bibles and a few other books, such as the memoirs of chateaubriand, and the poems of ossian.
that was one of yeti’s possible fates.
but there were, and are, others.
6. clorinda
| 
No comments:
Post a Comment