The Rape of Mary

We left at eight pm on Monday, November 7, 2021. We crossed the Peace Bridge, presented government issued identification. We drove along I-90 at reasonable speeds, conducting ourselves as water utility workers, driving van designed to transport several hundred gallons of liquid. At four in the morning we pulled into a strip-mall off US National Highway 20.
We parked at the rear entrance of “The Bar N Grille.” Specialist Notch and I the door open with a battering ram, made out of metal pipe. Sergeants Lisa and Doc entered. I followed and secured the equipment.
I located the only employee in the mop closet. I knew Mary from before the lights. A good woman, just a bitch of a manager.
She raised her arms in defense. I stepped around her, wrapped my arms around her neck, and locked my wrist in my free elbow. She struggled. I squeezed.
“You were always fair,” I whispered.
She went limp. I arranged my arms under hers, and dragged her to the van. Mary’s eyes widened.
“We take her, make sure she’s tied tight, and gagged, I’ll bring clean towels,” I said.
We executed the raid, taking bulk shipments of fresh produce and dry goods to smuggle into Canada. Notch organized them on a sliding cargo platform, and tied them in place with netting. They were disguised by a very good front of equipment and clutter. Our margin covered, we converged on a gas station on the other end of the street. Doc subdued the clerk. We syphoned several hundred gallons of diesel fuel into the vans. We switched license plates, Lisa administered a sedative to Mary, prepared new works orders and identification for border presentation, and drove. It took four hours to return to London Ontario Canada.
We pit stopped well outside of city limits, and gathered in front of the vans. I removed a hand rolled cigarette and handed it to Doc.
“Tobacco, bloody hell that’s expensive,” Notch said.
“We need to rape her,” I said.
“What?” Notch asked.
We looked at him. Lisa postured as seductively as she could in a jumpsuit.
“Notch, do you want real magic?” she purred.
He blinked.
“Yes,” He said.
“Then smoke, be a dear, and do as your told.” She said.
Doc light the cigarette, took a drag, and passed it to her.
“She’s ovulating,” Lisa said, I checked in the fan. If you can violate her enough Loki can feast.”
“Then raise him on our side. Think of the magic available!” Doc said.
“I love a good rape,” Lisa said, rubbing her hands together.
“I’ll supply the weed for the ceremony,” I said.
“Weed, really?” Notch asked, taking the cigarette.
I shrugged, “You have to be a really disciplined addict to practice this magic. The withdrawal will be horrible, but you will grow stronger.”
“What will you get out of all of this?” Doc asked.
“My son,” I answered.
We drove to regional headquarters. The fuel and goods were unloaded. Mary was quietly taken to a secured detainment room. We debriefed. Showered and meet the second in command, Lieutenant Jay Lois, in the mess hall. We sat down for a meal.
“How do you know her Hansford,” He asked.
“She managed a restaurant I worked for before the lights.