Free Natural Born Liar: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue by Noire Page B

wrapped in chains. He was dangling by his feet with both his arms tied behind his back. A skinny blond chick wearing nipple pasties and a black garter belt was grinning wickedly over her shoulder as she yanked his hair and ass-muffed his nose.
    Sure enough, Mr. Pain Slut was already registered on the Web site.
    “Damn, Kelvin is a pain slut for real!” I said as Bunni clicked on the registration box and started filling it out. “You really gonna join that shit?”
    She smirked. “Hell fuckin’ yeah! I don’t mind beating a nigga’s ass when a nigga needs his ass beat!”
    “Freak!” I screamed. “You’s a nasty little freak !”
    “Look at this!” Bunni giggled as she read ol’ boy’s profile. “Mr. Pain Slut likes humiliation, inescapable bondage, boot worship, ass-lickin’, face-slappin’, butt-spanking, and dick torture !”
    “Stop lying!” I squinted at the screen and then bust out laughing. “You gonna have some fun whippin’ on that ass!”
    “Damn right,” Bunni said, and her eyes got big with excitement. “I’ma hafta order me some tools and stretch out real good before I go in hard on him, ’cause that’s a big ol’ dude and he’s got a whole lotta ass to whip!”
     
    Kelvin and Bunni had the instant messages flying back and forth and they were getting real thick up in the mix. He invited her into an S & M chat room and they started turning each other on with all kinds of kinky torture talk and dark fantasies. Bunni told Kelvin she liked to dominate men and treat them like dog shit, and he confessed that he was passive and submissive, and he loved being spanked and slapped, especially on his face, dick, and ass.
    He also told her that he walked around wearing a metal dick clamp up under his clothes, and he said one of his hottest fantasies involved having a woman torture him, then force him to eat her pussy out.
    I was known to be the freak of the week, but all that pain shit didn’t turn me on not one damn bit. But Bunni was all for it. She got dude to tell her his safe word, and when he asked her if they could meet in person she cursed him out and told him she made the damn rules and said he never knew when she was gonna pop up outta the bushes and fuck his sissy ass up.
    Peaches had all kinds of good ideas about what kinda whips and shit Bunni should take with her in her torture kit when we flew down to Texas.
    “Girl, you should get you some of them Tenga toys! They got cock studs, and deep throat cups, and all that!”
    “Handle ya bizz,” I told Bunni as I thought about my own plans. I had to make a stop or two before I dipped up outta New York. The first thing on my list was to get a ride to the nursing home where my mother had been living for the past seven years. “For real, I don’t care what you gotta do so your pain slut can get him a nut. Just make sure he takes damn good care of our asses when we get down there.”
     
    Mama was in one of them state-run nursing homes where all kinds of violations went down unchecked. I hated visiting her. Not because I didn’t love her and wanna see her, but because every time I went there I ended up wanting to kick somebody’s ass for not doing their job and taking care of her.
    “Mama,” I called her name and sat on the side of her bed. She smelled like she had been soaking in old pee, and only God knew when the last time her diaper had been changed. “It’s Mink, Mama. I came to see you.”
    Even with her face stiff and her hands twisted inward like claws, my mother was still beautiful. Every time I visited her I brought a comb and brush and some pretty headbands and clips for her hair. I did her makeup and polished her fingernails, and I ran my mouth talking to her a mile a minute.
    Going up there was bad enough, but leaving her was hard too, because she’d start reaching out for me and talking nonsense, and then all kinds of tears would roll down her face like it was breaking her heart to see me go.
    As a teenager I knew