Message-ID: <26777asstr$971079005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 : Taxi Driver Sammy Zartarian: Sex and Violence Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2000 04:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction http://www.txm6.com (updated 10/03/00) http://www.txm6.com/enfer (updated 10/06/00) http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon (UPDATED 10/06/00 Fallon site is up and functioning with three new stories. http://www.farragher.com (Poetry updated 10/04/00) TxM6: Hyperfiction THE TOLLGATE MOTEL Fort Lee, New Jersey December 31, 1990 Incident at the Bridge Yesterday, three deadly men broke down one door at the Fuck You motel within sight of the double towers of the George Washington Bridge. Usual New Year's violence made the busy Hudson Terrace cross road an ugly party. At 6:23 PM Avi Kleinman and his two hired men beat Sammy Zartarian a Fort Lee, NJ taxi driver almost to death. Sam was a grifter. At best he was a half honest street level drug dealer and cocaine addict. That night changed lives beyond the drama and tragedy of an underage street prostitute, a drug dealer, two thugs and a crook. Sammy suffered mental extinction. An innocent bystander, Sam's girl friend, Delores, assaulted by the goons died. Avi, the son of a millionaire chop shop and taxi owner went to jail for ten years, but not for the murder of the girl or the beating of Sammy. The two thugs were later murdered in unrelated prison violence. Laurie Fallon lost her dear friend and drug dealer Sammy. Losing her connection, the shock of this tragedy may have helped her escape her personal prison. Toll Gate Motel Fort Lee, New Jersey Like a football guard pulls right on the snap two burly Latino men slightly out of step bent the metal motel door off one hinge. In the instant the door gave, it hung like a bomb blast in its own debris. Irrepressible brawn had raped the hinge until door split open to frame two lovers fucking. She on top of him, light from outside caught her eyes as she turned to the noise from the door, her back arched for an instant. Climbing over a night table, path inside lit by neon; one thug struck Sammy with baseball bat and then a crow bar. The first missed but the second striking across his heart bounced Sammy from the bed to the floor in front of the bathroom. Breaking across Sam's chest the crow bar doubled him. Coughing his fast food into the floor, he crawled inside the bathroom. He cowered under the sink. The taller darker thug beat at his knees and hands before they both pulled him clear by one foot. Clear of the sink, the larger man broke Sammy's hands, as a butcher would cut off the feet of a chicken. At the same time, grabbing her tee shirt and underpants the girl Sammy fucked in the high drama tableau climb back to escape through the men rushing forward. Not quite getting past both men, the smaller of the thugs held her while the larger one after missing Sammy struck her square in the head with a separate and intended blow. She collapsed on the floor by the front window. A second blow flattened her face. The underage girl leaked blood, semen, shit and pee. Rising briefly by a miracle awake; she stopped and started breathing when the smaller thug hit her beside the ear deforming her skull. She moaned. A fourth and unnecessary blow struck her between the legs. Adding insult to injury one of the thugs screwed the bat handle into her sex while the other lifted her before dropping her when she moaned. Mr. Avi Kleinman chop shop and taxicab company owner ignoring the semi conscious girl said. "Kill the fuck. Turn him into skin." If the walls could mark down what Sammy had said, "Avi, you fuck. Fuck no, Kleinman. Who the fuck knows about your coke? I don't." "Where's the fucken shit, you asshole. Steal my fucking cab, you asshole. It was an ancient song with nothing left to hold it up. Truth had no say in this matter. FLASH FORWARD to Englewood Hospital: Sam diminished. His protected memory briefly awake left his eyes to heal his mind. Sam's asshole collapsed from the drugs administered by the ER. His eyes turned to blue fields. Something was missing. Sam heard himself. "I'm fucked. What happened to Dolores? I was fucking her. Shit." A rent a cop guarding the hospital door laughed. "OK, you are. Whatever." "Fuck it, " Sammy smirked smacking his lips and searching for a cigar. "No fumar," the nurse said when Sammy with cigar in mouth looked for light. Henry Whitman and Henry's girl friend Laurie Fallon held Sam's hand; his hand twitched on the gurney. Laurie covered the hand with hers. After Sam had been hauled into the ER, at first he sat up gesturing; his eyes rolled back to disorder after less than a minute. "Henry," Sam moaned. No one but Laurie, Henry or the cops cared what he said. "You're a lucky fuck, Sam repeated. " The medical staff had other duties and two major traffic accidents with multiple traumas. They could not care that Sam was uncomfortable or answer Henry's why Sam was kept in the ER. Trying to lean up, Sam pulled the IV out like a drunk possessed (Sam had not been drinking.) "How many old men," Sam paused, almost out of it, looking at Laurie. She leaned over Sam her breasts lifted from the halter. Half dead, Sam noticed. Standing beside Laurie Henry held Sam's hand. He told Sam no way he could smoke that cigar. Laurie laughed and pushed both Henry and Sam's hand into her chest. "How many beautiful and smart fucken woman are there," Sam said. "You got Laurie and she you Christ Sakes, God bless. "Where are you Hon, Dolores" Sam dreamed. "Where are you? I can't make out your eyes or your hair when you leave; don't go, please. You're a lucky fuck, Henry? "Look at that spic ass;" Sam bit the drug. Unconscious Sam's mind played. What he saw and heard both from voices inside and out couldn't completely translate. "Sexy and smart," Sam spoke louder. "What an exacta- Hollywood bound. What fucken Starships. California, here we come, can't fucken wait. Hitch a ride to her merry go round. Laurie? Come on. Wait up. I'll make the bus wait, or you do it. Who ever gets there first, OK. You'll come, OK. I know it." End of interlude: Toll Gate Motel While Avi watched two thugs beat Sammy across his back, and as Sammy fell, he heard Avi say the fuck stole my cab and coke. Two of the men were brown. One was Avi, good Catholic with confused past and no quiet lake for atonement. "No Jew boy here," he would say. Real Father was, but he would not let me become one. Mother cried to Priests sang her sacred impatience. My father's dead. He stole my life; I am glad. Avi screamed venom at his wife in Hebrew. The two Spanish thugs beat Sammy's head until his skull collapsed; sucked apart at the stitches temporal lobes crossed and banded like a steer slaughtered when held by its feet. As the knife cuts, blood rains. Later the head splits open and the whole brain pops out. Sam the butcher dreamed of the slaughterhouse blade. It's shaped with a semi circular cut from the center of the blade. When the cutting machine struck the blow, the brain drops whole into a pail. With that sick music and the crack of bone, Sammy's skull peeled forward like orange rind. If you were there you might have heard the bone split. For weeks Sam heard pages of screams: the raped bellies, the gouged eyes, the merry go round doesn't stop even as the music, invisible for hours stops: All the fuck films, carousel and harping brides. It was an absurd comedic TV rest until Sam was pulled free of the pain in the dream. Just like a truck grabbed by a cement fist with reinforced steel bars Sam lost his mind; his heart barely kept time. Mercenaries held Sam down, be believed. Doctors rode the steel bar across his back where terror lived. Sammy's heart struck down in shock left his brain to cry just enough. That loss tamed Sam's smile. Fortunately, it didn't affect Sam's scratch your head razor wit that left cab drivers pissing and laughing in a struggle to stay sane. One thug's arms were in motion before Sammy stopped talking. Sam's memory stopped. In court, much later, diagrams of the fuck you motel rooms decorating the walls. Broken down against resistance, stopped, with the edge of the crow bar caught the plasterboard as a fist enters as the dark skull driving down the cement support. Three-dimensional models carved into the table as silent stooges commenting on some abstract inquiry about right and wrong. Wrong was done. Sam was battered. Nothing fucking abstract about assault with a baseball bat, but the court droned and the mystery of Sam evaporated in the silence of his after being struck almost dead with a Louisville slugger that broke. Dr testified, "if the bat hadn't broke, the victim could have died." Avi enjoyed the pain but wanted Sammy alive to be another Rambo stooge. "Do not kill the fuck," Avi said leaning on the door jam watching one hold Sam while the other beat him across the back with an iron bar baseball bat until the shoulder and spine were shattered. Noticing that the girl moaned, Avi smiled, watched her. Turning her over he felt her tits twisting the nipple. Instinctively, the girl reached up to stop it. Avi pushed her hand away, and distracted by the girl, the men continued to beat at Sammy until their frenzy drove the bat twice into Sammy's skull. The girl feeling the gloved hands pulled her knees up to protect them and Avi finding her vulva pushed his fingers inside. Discovering she was menstruating, he cursed her, removed the glove, and kicked her three times. Inside the stark dirty room the three had beaten one flawed but good man almost to death with a Louisville slugger. Imagine the force of a ninety- five mile per hour fastball banging the North Carolina pine on the cheapest part of the bat. When the thug hit Sammy and the bat splintered the man cursed the loss of his sweet thing. Picking up his glove where it had fallen against the girl's legs, Avi kicked smiled and told her he wished he could fuck her ass. Something about the smell of violence, his comments never left the room. If you were an unfortunate witness to this mayhem, you would have heard the squeal of the green and white checker taxi as it raced against traffic down the street driving the corner on two wheels to escape the police who had just turned the corner and could not be seen. These thugs left behind indecent misery. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+