Chapter 17 - Disrupting the Rally
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Mike's going to get us in deep shit thought Horace Trimble as he walked into
Zeke's Tavern on Main Street in downtown Wakefield. I can't believe he called me
while that little whore was sucking his dick.
Horace was feeling uneasy about his assignment from Congressman Harrington.
Mike had called from DC just as Horace was getting ready to close the office.
"Get some of the guys together and send them over to the William's Rally on
Wakefield Common tonight. Tell them to heckle her and create a ruckus. I'm
betting the cunt can't handle a little pressure," said Mike as he relaxed on his
couch while Cindy Powers gave him a blowjob.
"Congressman, I don't think that's a good idea," said Horace.
"You're not paid to think. I want tomorrow's Globe to contain a story about
the disturbance at the William's rally. That'll make the voter's think twice
about voting for a woman who can't handle tough situations like a man would."
"They say her security's pretty good."
"Well, get Sam Waterman and his crew, spread some money around. Those guys
should be able to handle a few rent-a-cops. Here take it all, you sweet little
cocksucker, that's right work on the head with your tongue then swallow it, you
know how I like it," said Mike as he placed his hand on the back of Cindy's head
to force his cock into her throat.
"What?' asked Horace.
"Just giving the intern you sent me her cocksucking orders. Come to think of
it, recruiting whores like little Cindy here is about the only thing you're good
for Horace. There are going to be more changes around here once this elections
over," said Mike.
"Mike, I don't like this idea of disrupting the rally. If the media found out
we're behind it, there would be hell to pay," said Horace.
"Look Horace, you want to join Ron and Jeff in the unemployment line or do
what the fuck I say? Decide right now one way or another, follow my orders or
you and Eleanor can go out and find a real job. Oh, that's good Cindy, I'm going
to shoot, of course you want it, sluts like you aren't really satisfied until
you got a mouthful of spunk," said Mike.
Since Horace liked his no work job, he decided to go along with Mike whether
he thought it was a good idea or not. When Horace walked into Zeke's, he saw
Sam, Jake, and the other four members of Sam's steel erection crew shooting pool
at the back of Zeke's.
"Zeke, get the boys a round on my tab. Tell Sam I'd like a word with him in
private, " said Horace.
Sam was the supervisor of the crew, all members of Iron Workers Local 1075.
Sam Waterman had a reputation as a hard case. He'd even served some time for
assault.
Horace waited at the bar until Sam finished his pool game, put up his cue and
walked back to the bar and sat on the stool beside Horace.
"Zeke said you wanted to talk," said Sam.
"Candace Williams is running against Mike Harrington," said Horace.
"I may be a construction worker but I can read."
"Williams is holding a rally on the Common."
"So, I ain't much on politics, other than the fact that I'd love to slip it to
Candace Williams. She's the best-looking piece of ass I've ever seen run for
political office," said Sam.
"Mike Harrington would consider it a personal favor if you and your crew
wandered over to the rally and created a little disturbance."
"How large a personal favor?" asked Sam?
"I'd say $200 for you and $100 for each of your crew."
"Fuck, Horace, you ever hear of inflation. I need $500 for me and $250 for the
crew, plus you pay any legal fees or fines that just might come up."
"All right, come by my office tomorrow morning after 10:00. I'll have your
money ready," said Horace.
"How disturbing you want us to be?" asked Sam.
"Heckle her, maybe a scuffle with her security, nothing too serious, jostle
some of her loyal female supporters, maybe grab a tit or feel someone's ass,
just enough for the public to think a man could have handled things better."
"All right, you have the money ready," said Sam.
Horace left Zeke's feeling better. Mike was probably right. Women were good as
talkers but worthless when things got physical. A nice front-page picture of
Candace Williams in tears would give the voters something to consider. Even
better would be something on the late TV news showing Williams about to cry over
the disturbance. He'd work on arranging that.
Sam, Jake, and four others left Zeke's at 8:20 figuring to arrive at the rally
thirty minutes after it started. They didn't notice Hoover McNally sitting
across the street in his car.
"They're six of them. The leader is named 'Sam'. He's the one wearing a Iron
Workers Local 104 jersey," said Hoover when the phone answered.
Rhonda Powers began to edge away from the rally. Candace was at the podium
speaking about the need for a prescription drug plan for the elderly. The other
Amazons assigned to Candace's Security noted Rhonda's movement and began to
slowly move toward Rhonda and away from the crowd.
Sam and the crew quickly walked the three short blocks between Zeke's and
Wakefield Common. Before they left, Sam had explained to them what they were
going to do. They had downed a couple more beers to get their attitude right. As
they reached the parking lot, they saw the crowd gather around the bandstand in
the center of Common. The parking lot looked full of cars but empty of people.
The guys walked faster, excited about the possibility of a little action,
something they could all boast about later, when they were back at Zeke's.
As they marched beside a bus covered with 'Williams for Congress' signs, they
found themselves confronted by a half dozen women all dressed in medium blue
pants suits and wearing badges reading 'Security'.
"That's far enough, Sam," said Rhonda
"Well, what the fuck do we have here?" said Sam surprised that the tall woman
knew his name.
"Go on back to Zeke's. Candace wants to buy you a round."
"Well, you can tell Candace she can suck my dick." Sam's crew thought that
was funny although they were surprised they had been confronted before they
reached the rally.
Sam looked over at Jake when he touched his sleeve. Jake pointed behind them
toward another half dozen similarly dressed women that had appeared at their
rear. The women pressed in and surrounded Sam and the crew.
"Candace is busy right now," said Rhonda. "Why don't you quit now while you're
ahead?"
"There's a lot of them," said Jake noting that several tough looking male
biker types had appeared.
"Don't be a pussy. Its just fucking women," said Sam stepping toward Rhonda
figuring to brush by her and get to the rally.
Rhonda pressed the 600,000 Volt Muscle Man stun gun against Sam's shoulder and
pulled the trigger. Sam fell to the ground completely paralyzed. In few seconds,
Jake and the rest of the crew were on the ground twitching.
"Damn, these things really work," said Debbie looking at her Muscle Man stun
gun with respect. She had just dropped a two hundred pound construction worker
on to the pavement where he lay helpless.
Rhonda and her team moved quickly to bind each of the men's arms behind them
with nylon cable ties. Their mouth and eyes were taped over. They opened the
under side luggage compartments of the Williams for Congress bus and loaded the
six men inside. In less than five minutes after Sam's crew walked into the
parking lot, the bus drove away with the men still trying to recover some
feeling in their bodies. The bus's luggage compartment wasn't built for comfort
and the men felt every bump in the road transmitted through the metal floor.
It was only a twenty-minute drive down Route 128 to the abandoned factory in
Waltham. A high bay door opened as the bus approached. The door closed when the
bus was inside.
Several well-muscled Pagans were waiting to help unload the men and take them
to a nearby area where there was an overhead steam pipe. Each man was told there
was a fully charged stun gun being held against his privates and the trigger
would be pulled if there were any lack of cooperation.
When the tape was removed from Sam's eyes and mouth, he saw that he was
handcuffed to an overhead pipe. His feet barely reached the floor. The metal
cuffs were cutting into his wrists. He could twist around enough to see that the
other five of his crew was in the same condition. They were all in line with
their arms stretched overhead secured to the same pipe.
"Hey man, we were just having a little fun, what's this all about?" asked Sam
trying to sound like there had been some big mistake.
"Debbie, drop their pants," said Rhonda.
"With pleasure," said Debbie as she and several of the Amazons unbuckled belts
and slid jeans and briefs down to shoe tops.
"Don't do that, we didn't mean anything," said Jake as Debbie unbuckled his
belt then unsnapped his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Jake feeling extremely uncomfortable that his
privates were exposed and there were a dozen women looking at him.
"Look at the cock on this one, Kind of makes me wish I still liked guys," said
one of the Amazons hefting the large cock of Billy, the youngest of Sam's crew.
"What does this little bitty soldier make you wish for? I've seen bigger
clits," said Kathy another Amazon who had grabbed Charlie's very small penis
that was hidden beneath his swollen beer belly.
"Ouch," yelled Charlie wishing that he were back at Zeke's playing nine ball
not here with a bunch of women making fun of his dick.
"Bring me their wallets. I need to record their name and addresses. And go
ahead, cut their shirts off," said Rhonda as she sat down at a small table and
opened a laptop computer. The Amazons extracted billfolds out of the back
pockets of jeans and gave them to Rhonda. Two of the Amazon's took scissors and
cut the T-shirts of the men.
"Should I cut this off too" said Kathy holding Jake's cock in her hand and
positioning his nuts between the open scissors blades.
"Oh Jesus God, don't do that," was all Jake could muster. He felt his heart
beating like a trip-hammer.
"Not yet, quit kidding around Kathy," said Rhonda.
Rhonda opened each wallet and entered the driver's license information into a
laptop computer. She took out any pictures and scanned them with a hand held
scanner.
"Paul, which one of you is Paul?' asked Rhonda looking at a wallet sized
photo.
"I'm Paul," said the curly headed man who was a recent addition to the crew.
"Nice looking girl you got here. Is she into girls?" asked Rhonda holding up a
picture of a redhead in a bikini.
"Yea, she did some things with girls when she was in school," said Paul.
"Kathy, write their first names on their chest so we know whom we are talking
to," said Rhonda taking another look at the picture before she slipped it back
into Paul's wallet.
"Here Debbie, put all these back," said Rhonda pushing the wallets toward the
opposite side of the table.
Debbie passed among the men returning their wallets.
Kathy took a felt wide-tip marker and wrote each man's first name across his
stomach in large letters. Sam felt awfully stupid when the Amazon grabbed his
cock to steady him and wrote the three letters of 'Sam' across his belly.
After that, one of the Amazons brought out a digital camera on a tripod and
took several images of each man.
God thought Sam. They've got a picture of me with my pants around my ankles,
my name on my belly and my dick hanging out. If this ever gets out, I'll never
live it down.
"Okay, you've had your little fun. We didn't do anything. Just let us go."
Sam was feeling very uncomfortable and more than a little humiliated. He had
told his crew that this would be a piece-of-cake and easy money. Now they were
all hanging from a pipe with their dicks out and scared shitless. Sam knew that
he would be taking the blame for this from the guys.
"Be quiet Sam and listen. You and this bunch of morons meant to create a
little media event at tonight's rally. Horace Trimble alerted a friendly
reporter at the Boston Globe that something was going down. He was waiting there
to take pictures of you assholes creating a ruckus. Now, all he's going to see
is a well-run political rally with Candace surrounded by enthusiastic voters.
Are you with me so far, Sam?"
"Yea, I'm with you. Like you said, this is Horace's doing. We were just paid
to do a job. You can let us go now. We won't cause any trouble."
"Yea, we didn't mean any harm," chimed in Jake.
"God lady, quit playing with my dick," yelled Billy to an Amazon who had
stroked his cock to hardness.
"Having fun, Doris?" asked Rhonda of the Amazon who was stroking Billy's cock.
"I just wanted to see how long it got when it's hard," said the Amazon as she
continued to handle Billy's growing cock.
"Where was I? Sam, we know all about Horace Trimble and we will deal with him
later. Fortunately for you, Candace is a wonderful person and very forgiving. If
it were up to me, I cut your balls off and make you eat them. However, Candace
does take any attempt at dirty politics as decidedly un-American and a threat to
our democratic form of government. Therefore she did instruct me that we could
beat the living shit out of you as long as we didn't do anything to damage you
permanently."
"Hey, we'll not make any more trouble. There's no need to do anything like
that," said Jake desperate to find some way not to have his living shit stomped.
"Here, Amazons, take one of these," said Rhonda handing out three-foot lengths
of thick rubber hose.
"What the fuck you going to do?" screamed Jake.
"Beat you with a rubber hose, it won't leave any marks but it'll hurt like
hell, feel free to scream," answered Rhonda.
Two women took up positions at each man. One woman was in front while the
other was in back.
"All right, from nips to knee pits, nothing on the face, and stay away from
the kidneys, we don't want anyone to die," announced Rhonda.
"Cock and balls okay?" asked Debbie.
"Yes, but spread the action around, don't concentrate on any one area," said
Rhonda.
"I want to be the one who whips his cock," said Debbie who was behind Sam.
"I got here first. His cock's got a mushroom head just like my brothers, the
one who rapped me and got me pregnant when I was thirteen," replied Darlene, the
girl paired with Debbie.
"Amazons, be nice and share. You girls swap after a few minutes," said Rhonda.
"Come on, let us go, this isn't necessary," said Sam.
"Quite whining and take your beating. We're a little beyond letting you go.
You should have turned around in the parking lot when I asked you," said Rhonda.
"Okay, ladies, let's do it," yelled Rhonda.
The Amazon's began to swing away at the exposed bodies of Sam and his crew. It
wasn't long before the two girls working on Earl, the fattest member of the crew
jumped back as Earl pissed himself. They waited for him to stop then resumed the
beating. Several of the crew tried to tough it out and keep their mouths shut.
However that didn't last but a few minutes.
Within five minutes, all six were screaming each time a hose landed on their
privates or buttocks. When they weren't screaming they were begging the Amazons
to stop. Rhonda allowed the beating to go on for fifteen minutes. Three of the
men had passed out by that time. The Amazons revived them by dousing a bucket of
ice-cold water on their naked torso.
Sam had tried to tough it out but the first time that hose landed across his
butt, he let out a scream. Seconds later, when the next blow slapped across his
abdomen, he screamed much louder. The Amazon at his front methodically worked
from his nipples to right above his knees. His rear punisher started at his knee
pits and slowly worked upward until she finished on his scapula. At that point,
the girls swapped and it started all over again.
Sometime during the beating, Sam started to beg and plead. His eyes filled
with tears. He didn't feel anymore like a hard-driving boss who supervised the
toughest steel erection crew in the local Iron Workers Union. He felt like a
little boy who was begging his momma not to whip him anymore.
"What's the matter? I thought construction workers were tough. Tell me how
this feels," said Debbie as she landed the hose right below Sam's buttocks. Sam
opened his mouth and screamed until he ran out of air.
"You're not so tough now. Are you?" asked Debbie.
"This will make him scream louder," said Darlene the Amazon working on the
front of Sam. She took a baseball style swing that landed across Sam's cock and
balls. He let out a howl of pain and twisted violently. Darlene went to work on
Sam's nipples and before long they had started to turn red and swell.
When the beating ended, Sam had broken down. He was sobbing and he had pissed
himself. The rest of the crew wasn't in any better shape. Some of the blows had
landed on Sam's lower back and kidneys. He knew his back would be sore for a
week. Darlene had concentrated her blows on his cock and balls. Sam was
terrified that his equipment had been permanently damaged and his days of
fucking every woman who's let him were in his past. His balls were swollen the
size of cantaloupes and his cock felt raw like to had been sandpapered. There
wasn't a spot between his nipples and his knees that wasn't screaming in pain.
Sam watched as Rhonda wheeled a tool chest over to where it almost touched
him. He didn't noticed until the cart reached him that there was a small vise
mounted on one end. Sam started to scream when Rhonda grabbed his ball sack and
placed it in the vise then spun the arm until Sam felt his nuts slightly
flattened by the vise.
Rhonda pulled one of Sam's nuts out of the vise grip leaving the other inside.
"Candace told me to crush only one," said Rhonda starting to slowly turn the
handle.
"Oh Jesus, please don't. I'll do anything you say. If you do that, I won't
even be a man," cried Sam.
"Have mercy on us, for the love of God, we're just working guys with
families," pleaded Jake who worried that his nuts were going in the vise next.
Rhonda spun the lever until Sam's ball began to flatten. Sam was screaming and
pleading. Rhonda backed off the pressure a small amount. Sam's ball was less
than half it's normal thickness.
"Let's make a deal. You make a complete confession on video of who paid you to
disrupt the rally and you can keep your nuts," said Rhonda. "Or you can be brave
and let me castrate you." Rhonda twirled the vise handle a couple of
revolutions.
"Deal, deal, whatever you say but please don't do that. It was Horace Trimble.
He works for Mike Harrington. He came over to Zeke's tonight and offered us
money to disrupt the Williams rally on the Common. I'm supposed to collect $250
for each of us tomorrow," said Sam rapidly.
"It's turning out to be a lot of pain for $250. Hold up a minute, Sam, we have
to put you in front of a camera," said Rhonda.
***
The orange LCD displayed 2:18AM when Horace Trimble felt a hand clamp over his
mouth as the covers were ripped off the bed. Someone jumped on his chest and
pinned his arms over his head.
He had gone to bed disappointed after watching the 10:00AM news. There was
nothing about the Williams rally on Wakefield Common. Maybe Sam and the boys
hadn't shown. Horace wouldn't put it past those morons to keep drinking until
the rally was over. Or maybe the disturbance happened too late to make the
nightly news. If there weren't a disturbance at the Williams' rally, Horace
would have to tell Mike Harrington what happened and why. He wasn't looking
forward to that, not with the way Mike had been acting lately.
"Wake up Horace, but don't make a sound," said a voice beside Horace and
Eleanor's bed. Horace came fully awake when he realized there were several
strangers in the dark bedroom. Horace was acutely conscious that both he and
Eleanor slept naked and whoever was there was able to see them in all their
glory when the lights went on. There was someone sitting on Eleanor's chest too.
"Horace, there are people here." said Eleanor in a quiet voice. Horace had
always admired her capacity for staying cool under trying circumstances.
"Be quiet you two, there's a stun gun on your privates," said a female voice.
"What do you want? My wallet is on the dresser," offered Horace.
"I said be quiet," said the female voice.
Horace heard a cell phone beep and then that same female voice said,
"Everything's secure, you can come over now."
"You two remain quiet and nobody will get hurt, the boss will be here in a
minute," said that same female voice.
Horace shut up. He was not a brave man. He thought he was being robbed. He
felt a piece of hard plastic being held against his nuts. Some patrolman friends
of his on the Wakefield PD had once demonstrated stun guns on a Latino couple
they had arrested for dealing drugs. Horace had called the police when several
of the other tenants in a rental three-decker that Horace owned had complained
about all the noise and visitors.
The couple had given the two policemen a hard time and the policemen weren't
in a pleasant mood when they yelled it was safe and Horace could enter. Horace
found the couple a little bloody with their hands cuffed behind their back. Of
course, at the time, Horace had been more concerned about damage done to his
rental unit.
"Ever see a guy have their balls Tasered?" asked Sgt. Lobetti as he pulled the
man's pants down while his partner held him.
"Nope, can't say as I have," said Horace.
"Enjoy this Raul or whatever your name is,' said Lobetti as he touched the
gizmo the size of the cell phone to the tip of the Latino's dick. Horace had
heard a small crackling sound as he watched the man immediately collapse on the
floor twitching and jerking. His mouth and face looked like he was screaming but
there wasn't a sound coming out. His lips were covered with flecks of foam.
"That's what I call real pain," said Detective Sergeant Michael Lobetti,
Horace's good friend on the Wakefield PD.
"The bitch tried to bite me," said Keith, Lobetti's partner. "Let's have some
fun with her."
"I'll hold her, you burn her hole," said Lobetti grabbing the woman and
pulling up on the handcuffs to cause her pain. The woman screamed as the cuffs
bit into her flesh.
While the male was still paralyzed, Lobetti kicked the woman's legs out from
under her dropping her to the floor. Once there, Lobetti gave her a couple of
good kicks in the ribs to quiet her down. Horace thought he heard the sound of
bones breaking when the point of Lobetti's wing tip make contact with the
bitch's rib cage.
She's a tough one though Horace. Most women would be screaming their lungs
out; but she's just moaning. The young woman was quietly cursing the officers in
Spanish when Lobetti pulled her skirt up and cut the crotch of her panty through
with his knife. Horace recalled she had some kind of funny tattoo right over her
shaved snatch.
"We're going to light you up, chica," said Lobetti reaching between her legs
and giving her crotch a squeeze intended to cause pain. "You do her, Keith, I
used my Taser on her boyfriend."
"With pleasure," said Keith as he spread her legs wide then kneeled down on
her thighs. The woman scream in pain as Keith's knees pinned the fleshy portion
of her thighs to the floor.
Ouch though Horace. That must hurt.
Keith grabbed her labia in each hand and yanked them apart.
"Dark meat, must have some Indian blood, most greasers do, said Keith
observing the ring of brown flesh surrounding her vagina and asshole.
"Grab her ankles and spread her wide. I want to Taser her from the inside
out," said Keith.
Lobetti standing took her ankles and held them in a wide V as he bent her legs
back over her head to where her knees were beside her ears. She gave out a
little scream as her hip joints complained and her cracked ribs felt the strain.
Horace recalled she looked like one very unhappy Latina. But it served the cunt
right, selling dope in a good decent American town like Wakefield. She deserved
everything the two policemen were doing to her.
"Let me wet her cunt. Improves the contact," said Keith as he spit in her
pussy, smeared it around with his finger. Keith worked the Taser four or five
inches inside her vagina before he pulled the trigger.
"Shit, look at her, flopping around like a rock bass," laughed Lobetti as the
Latina rolled back and forth on the cheap carpet.
"That'll teach her not to sell dope in our town," said Horace noting that
there was a wisp of smoke coming out of the Latina's cunt.
"Smell that, that's the odor of burning pussy," said Keith.
"The people that make these things say they incapacitate but don't hurt," said
Lobetti referring to the laser gun in his hand. "Of course, those people have
never taken a shot to their pecker or given their girl friend one in her cunt."
"Time for a little recreation," said Lobetti as he took out a condom and tore
the foil with his teeth.
"Hey, you went first last time," said Keith.
"Bullshit, you packed that hitchhiker's shit first, the little redhead college
girl with a dime bag in her backpack. That was day before yesterday. Remember,
she kept saying 'Officer Lowry, please fuck my pussy, my ass is on fire,'" said
Lobetti.
"You did Mary Ann first, and that was yesterday," said Keith.
"Mary Ann doesn't count. She's not a perp," said Lobetti.
"Rock, paper, scissors," said Keith.
Horace recalled that Lobetti's rock broke Keith's scissors. He remembered
Keith pulling one of the guy's dirty socks off and stuffing it in the Latina's
mouth as Lobetti mounted her and slammed his cock inside her burned out love
tunnel. Horace recalled he bugged-out eyes and the attempts to scream past the
sock gag. As soon as Lobetti finished, Keith took his turn. They offered Horace
a go at her but he declined.
God I wish Lobetti were still on the force thought Horace. This kind of home
invasion shit never would have occurred in Wakefield if Lobetti were still
maintaining public safety. But a massive myocardial infarction stopped Lobetti's
ticker just as he was dumping his load into Mary Ann Pennington's needy cunt.
Mary Ann was the owner and operator of Salon de Mary Ann, Wakefield's busiest
hair styling operation. Mary Ann was a middle-aged police groupie who'd spread
her legs for any member of the force who bothered to ask. Lobetti and Keith had
been dropping by once a week for years to take advantage of Mary Ann's charms.
"Some girls fuck rock stars, other's fireman, Mary Ann loves cops and can't
get enough police peter in that snatch of hers," was how Eleanor phrased it.
Poor Mary Ann freaked out when Lobetti's eyes rolled back in his head just as
he squirted. Keith had to come in and pull Lobetti off Mary Ann and calm her
down before he called 911.
Horace considered the current Wakefield PD composed of pantywaists too
concerned with the rights of the accused to protect the public. Officers like
Lobetti kept the town safe. Horace recalled the time that a crack whore was
making an incall escort visit at the Lord Wakefield Inn. The hooker was so
stoned; she couldn't get her John off. When he demanded his money back, a ruckus
occurred and a pair of rookie cops was dispatched. When they got there, the
hooker came out of her crack trance, pulled a straight razor out of her bra and
sliced one of the rookies across the forearm. The rookie almost bled to death
before they got him to the ER. As it turned out, the rookie was the police
chief's nephew; so old Chief Benson turned the hooker over to Lobetti.
First they locked her in a cell located in the police station's sub-basement.
They called it the 'special cases' cell. Lobetti tied the crack whore to a chair
and let her dry out cold turkey.
Druggies say there is nothing worse than being detoxed off crack cocaine
without any medication. Lobetti tied her up tight so she couldn't beat her
brains out against the cell bars and left her for five days to scream her lungs
out as every fiber in her body demanded crack. Horace had snuck over to the jail
to see the tramp. She had this wild look in her eyes. She was covered in sweat
and sitting in a puddle of her own shit.
"Get me a pipe and I'll let you fuck me in the ass," she mumbled when Horace
entered the room.
After five days, the hooker was dried out. Lobetti had the matrons clean her
up and feed her then he went into her cell with a sap and beat her senseless.
Lobetti blacked her eyes, broke her nose, some ribs, couple of fingers. He made
her hurt all over. He let her recover for two more days then he and Keith
borrowed a pair of Dr. Simpson's dental pliers and extracted every one of her
teeth. They didn't use any Novocain either. Lobetti started with her front teeth
and worked all the way back to her wisdom teeth. He didn't leave a single
incisor, bicuspid, or molar.
Lobetti gave her another two days to recover then hung her upside down, stuck
a long necked funnel in her pussy and poured in a teakettle of boiling water.
When they turned her upright, big pieces of scalded skin from the lining of her
vagina came out of her hole. Lobetti wrapped her up in a blanket, threw her in
the back of a cruiser and delivered her back to her pimp in East Boston with a
warning to keep out of Wakefield.
Wakefield was a safe community when Lobetti was on the force repeated Horace
to himself. But since he was dead, Horace stayed very still and quiet, afraid to
move.
"They're secure, tell Candace she can come in now," said a female voice. In a
second the lights came on and Harvey saw there were four women in his bedroom,
all wearing military night camouflage garb and night vision goggles. Horace
almost pissed himself when he saw that two of the women were armed with what
looked like submachine guns.
"Take Eleanor in the living room and entertain her. I need to talk to Horace,"
said another female as he entered the room.
"You're not going to hurt my wife, are you? I told you my wallet was on the
dresser. Take the money and leave." Horace had a moment of regret when he
realized that he had almost two thousand dollars in cash that he planned to pay
Sam and the crew with in the morning.
"Eleanor's not going to be hurt. In fact, she'll probably enjoy it," said
Candace Williams turning on the table lamp beside the bed.
"Candace Williams, what are you doing here? Who's that?" demanded Horace
watching as Eleanor was pulled out of the bed by two women and taken toward the
living room. Horace was surprised that there were only women present. He felt a
little safer. He saw that the woman that remained with Candace was the very tall
powerful looking female he had observed at several of the William's meetings.
Horace recalled she was in charge of Candace's security.
"This is Rhonda," said Candace. "She's in charge of my security and we had a
problem last night and you caused it," said Candace.
"You two get out of my house. I'll have you arrested for home invasion and
burglary," said Horace feeling a little braver since he was not dealing with
men.
"Before you decide to get brave and try to physically evict us, we have
something to show you.
"Put this in the VCR, Rhonda," said Candace as she handed Rhonda a
videocassette. Rhonda had to eject a videocassette already in the player. Rhonda
took a look at it and read, "Kinky Anal Angels No. 12". Rhonda opened a
videocassette storage cabinet located nearby.
"Interesting collection of porn, it looks like you own the whole series. And
what is this?" said Rhonda pulling out a hand labeled videocassette.
"That's personal. It's none of your business," yelled Horace.
Rhonda asked Candace, "Do we have time to take a look?"
"Yes, but make it quick," said Candace.
Rhonda inserted the videocassette as she turned on the television. In a few
seconds there was an image of Horace and Eleanor sitting naked on their bed with
a black couple. The black man was sucking on Eleanor's tits and the black woman
was sucking Horace's cock as she worked his balls.
"It's labeled 'Joe and Reba 6/21/99'. I actually prefer amateur porn. It's
more real than the stuff produced in Los Angeles. Look at the cock on Joe. I bet
Eleanor loved that," said Rhonda.
"Fast forward," said Candace.
"Your violating my constitutional rights to privacy in my own home," said
Horace.
"Eleanor wasn't the only one enjoying Joe's cock," said Rhonda. The screen
showed Horace on all fours with Joe fucking him in the ass. Horace's mouth was
rimming Reba's asshole and Reba in turn had her face buried in Eleanor's snatch.
Another black man came into the picture, climbed up on the bed and inserted his
cock in Eleanor's pussy.
"That's enough. Take all the homemade videocassettes. Leave the rest," said
Candace.
"That's theft of personal property. The police chief, Ed Dawson, is a close
friend of mine," said Horace.
"Does that mean Ed's on these tapes with you and Eleanor? Kate Dawson is a
close friend of mine. She has helped out in my campaign. Let's get to the point.
Rhonda, show him our video," said Candace.
Horace watched as Sam appeared on screen. He was seated at a small table
wearing a Williams for Congress T-shirt looking directly into the camera. Sam
began by giving the date and time then naming the members of his crew. Then he
announced that Horace Trimble had paid him $500 plus $250 for each of his crew
to disrupt that night's William's Rally on Wakefield Common. Sam looked awful.
His eyes were red. You could tell he had been crying. Sam gave a tearful account
of how Horace had contacted him. Then he apologized to Candace Williams and her
staff and the voters in the 12th District for trying to disrupt the democratic
process.
"It was not a voluntary confession," said Horace.
"No, it wasn't, said Rhonda as she switched off the VCR and ejected the
cassette. "We beat it out of him with a rubber hose. We did his whole crew.
Based on how quickly they broke, I didn't think that members of the Iron Workers
Union lived up to their reputation for being tough. I've seen women stand up to
much greater punishment."
"Jesus, Damn, what did you do to them?" asked Horace.
"Nothing permanent, it was just your basic rubber hose bastinado for fifteen
minutes. Hurts like hell though. Made all those tough ironworkers cry like
little babies. I'm not sure they consider themselves so macho anymore," said
Rhonda.
"You all did that to Sam and his crew?" said Horace unbelievingly.
"We dykes whipped them until they begged us to stop," said Rhonda.
"Are they going to be all right?" asked Horace. He didn't want Sam and his
bunch coming after him for setting them up.
"As I said, no permanent damage was done. We even took them back to Zeke's. I
gave Zeke a hundred to pay for several rounds of pain killer," said Rhonda.
"I told Mike Harrington his idea sucked. He doesn't listen to anyone. He's
losing it," said Horace.
"Oh, before I forget. Sam is expecting double payment because of the beating.
He said you told him it would be easy. You caused him to lose respect with his
crew. I'd pay up tomorrow and tell him how sorry I were if I were you. He'll be
in an awful mood," said Rhonda.
"What do you want from me?" asked Horace.
"Tomorrow you are switching sides in the campaign, get every member of the
local media together and at 2:00PM, you're going to announce that you are
supporting me for the Twelfth District. I'll be there and we'll make a joint
announcement. I'll expect you to join my campaign and be highly active. You're a
well-known local politician. You can bring in votes," said Candace.
There was a sound of women's laughter coming from the living room. Then you
could hear Eleanor saying "Let me eat you Debbie while Kathy munches my rug."
"Looks like your Missus is enjoying our little visit. I want her there
tomorrow also. It will make it appear more family like," said Candace.
"Mike will fire me," said Horace.
"Yes, just like he fired Ron and Jeff. But when I win, you'd be out of a job
anyway. I'm offering you the same job working for me after I'm elected," said
Candace.
"You think you can beat Mike Harrington," said Horace.
"Mike Harrington is going down to ignominious defeat. Here are your choices.
You can forget Harrington and sign on with me. In that case, you keep your job
and your self-respect. Otherwise, I give that cassette to the Globe reporter you
invited to my rally promising him a story that never materialized. In that case,
Harrington will be forced to disown you before he fires you. I'll also see that
some of your amateur porn gets in the hands of the wrong people," said Candace.
"All right, you win, where do you want me at 2:00?" said Horace admitting
defeat.
"I've already reserved the function room at the Wakefield Inn," said Candace.
"I'll be there. Can I have my cassettes back?" asked Horace.
"After the election when you've proven I can trust you. And there's one more
thing," said Candace.
"What's that?"
"Let's you and I fuck to seal our alliance," said Candace as she reached over
and took hold of Horace's cock. "I've been watching this since I came into the
room and I got horny as hell just looking at it."
"You going to screw me?" asked Horace in total disbelief.
"Running for office makes me want cock. I'm going to suck you hard, mount your
cock and ride you until you dump your load in my cunt or my ass, I haven't
decided which hole I want you to finish in," said Candace as she stood up and
began to undress.
"Seeing a man raped always makes me horny. Mind if I join the girls in the
living room? I feel like eating his better half's pussy," asked Rhonda.
"Have fun," said Candace as she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Horace felt his cock stiffen as Candace slipped her blouse off then unzipped and
dropped her skirt to the floor.
Horace watched in amazement as Candace slipped her pantyhose down then removed
her bra. God she has a beautiful body thought Horace. I'd probably have joined
her just for a piece of that.
"One drawback of being a candidate is having to wear undergarments," said
Candace as she removed her panties and rubbed her pussy. "Oh my pussy needs some
strange, my clit's tingling at the thought."
"God, you're beautiful. My cock's getting hard just looking at you," said
Horace.
"One thing for you to keep in mind is that Mike Harrington never let you fuck
him," said Candace as she climbed on the bed between Horace's legs and began to
stroke his cock. "Just lay there and let me do the work as a token of my
appreciation for all the help you're going to give me in my campaign."
"Oh that feels good. Your hand, it's so warm," said Horace.
"Let's 69. I have a suspicion you have a talented tongue." Candace changed
positions until her cunt came in contact with Horace's mouth. Horace stuck out
the tip of his tongue and gave Candace's clit a little flick then followed that
by a sensuous lick then another flick.
"Oh that's just perfect. I was right. Eleanor is a lucky woman," said Candace
as she lowered her head to take Horace's cock in her mouth.
"You're so wet. It's just oozing out your pussy. It's thick and hot like
syrup," said Horace.
"Swallow it, Horace, lick it out of my cunt and swallow it."
Candace sucked and stroked Horace's cock. She could hear Eleanor, Rhonda, and
the other Amazons going at it in the living room. Horace's tongue invaded the
opening of her vagina. She felt him use his tongue to lap the thick warm viscous
fluids that flowed from her pussy. Candace could feel Horace throat swallowing
her glandular secretions.
Candace slipped a finger into Horace's rectum as she forced his hard cock past
the opening to her throat. Horace gasped when he realized the lining of
Candace's esophagus was clutching his cock head and the two inches of dick
behind it. Candace's tongue worked his balls while his cock pulsed in and out
her throat.
"You're the best. My God can you suck cock," exclaimed Horace.
"I want some of your piss. And I want you to swallow some of mine," said
Candace.
"Man you are one hot lady. Let's pee together," said Horace completely
astounded by what he and Candace were doing. Horace had always loved water
sports and getting several mouthfuls of his partner's piss always improved the
sex. "My mouth is on your pee hole, let fly whenever you're ready."
Horace felt a warm stream of urine begin to flow into his mouth. Eleanor liked
for him to drink her urine so it wasn't by any means the first time he had
opened up his mouth and swallowed mouthful after mouth of warm woman pee. But
Candace's pee was hotter than anything he had ever felt. It almost burned his
throat as he swallowed it. He got his own flow started in her mouth. He had
drunk a couple of beers before he went to bed and he felt like he had a full
bladder to empty into Candace.
Candace slowly swallowed Horace's piss as it streamed into her mouth. Candace
loved the feeling of her mouth first filling with urine followed by a quick
swallow that sent the golden fluid down into her belly. She could feel it flow
down her esophagus and past her stomach valve and into her stomach. If the man
had a full bladder, the sensation of having a belly full of warm man pee was
heavenly. Candace loved being full of urine and the way she could feel it
sloshing inside her as she moved.
She and Horace finished at roughly the same time.
"I want that big cock of yours in my cunt," said Candace as she turned about
and mounted Horace slipping his hard cock into her pussy and driving in all the
way to his balls in one swift motion. Candace had her feet under her and she was
lowering and raising her body as she rode Horace's pole.
"Grab my nipples and twist them hard, lover," said Candace as she leaned over
to tongue kiss Horace. They could taste and smell each other's urine as their
tongues intertwined and passed from mouth to mouth.
Horace wasn't sure he had ever been as turned on by a fuck as much as the one
Candace was giving him. He liked to hurt women's nipples as he screwed them. He
grabbed Candace's left nipple in his teeth and bit down hard all the while
viciously twisting the other nipples digging his nails into flesh.
"That's right, hurt my tits, bite them till they bleed," gasped Candace.
Horace switched to the other nipple. He took the whole end of Candace's tit
including all of the areola and bit into the flesh with all his jaw power. He
felt the flesh flatten and his incisor break the surface of the skin. Horace
felt a spurt of blood dash into his mouth.
"Oh that feels good. Hurt me more. Chew my tits off," said Candace as she
clamped her cunt muscles around Horace's cock.
"I'm going to cum," gasped Horace.
"Let's mix your cum with my shit," said Candace as she rose a little higher,
grabbed Horace's cock and slipped the head into her rectum. Candace slowly
lowered herself down feeling Horace's cock slide millimeter by millimeter into
her bowels.
"Pack my shit down," said Candace as she began to rhythmically butt fuck
herself with Horace's cock.
It was the tightest and hottest asshole Horace had ever been in. It was
tighter than Eleanor's when he fucked her butt for the first time. It was even
tighter than Eleanor's niece, Tara, the little fourteen-year-old slut that had
spent last summer with them. Horace had busted both her cherries while Eleanor
fucked his asshole with a strap on. At the time, he thought that was as hot as
it could possibly get. But now that Horace was inside Candace William's butt, he
knew how the ultimate felt.
Horace couldn't resist any more. He felt his sperm being drawn out of his ball
sack and flying toward the tip of his pecker. He soaked the inside of Candace's
rectum before he collapsed.
Candace let her own climax occur as she felt Horace's sperm inside her ass.
She had been stroking her clit as she rode his cock. When she felt his cock
soften and slide out of her butt, she slipped down and took his softening cock
in her hand.
It was covered with slime and there were streaks of shit along the sides. She
looked up toward Horace and gazed directly in his eyes then calmly licked his
dick clean.
Horace lay there too exhausted to move as he felt Candace get off the bed and
went into the bedroom. He heard water running. In a few minutes she emerged and
quickly redressed.
She walked over to the bed, leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"See you at 2:00 at the Wakefield Inn."
"I'll be there. You can count on it," said Horace as he watched Candace walk
toward the other room.
"Let's go Rhonda," said Candace.
Horace heard Rhonda speak from the living room. "Get dressed you two."
"Can't we stay? Eleanor is a lot of fun," said Debbie.
