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Chapter Tags: MF, oral, anal, rape, bond Content Warnings: Kidnapping and Precision in one's job
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Tommy receives a "package" from JC regarding his ex...
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Chapter 41(MF, oral, anal, rape, bond)
Tommy looked at the screen as the video flashed to life. It was the back of a work van. It had some shelving, cabinets, and a foam mattress in the middle of the floor. He paused the video, remembering the ReadMe file. He opened that up. It was a plain text file.
Offer 256712
Target: Tammy Peterson
Conditions for Offer: 1-way from 7050, claimed for services rendered
Location: 3500 Allen Blvd Parking Lot
Special Stipulations: None
After receiving offer details from 7050, investigation began on how to pursue and acquire target. Due to unpredictable nature of key for apartment and status of security cameras in building, alternative location was needed. 7050 provided vehicle make and model and schedule for target during the week. Target was tracked to a local bar where acquisition was contemplated but initially turned down. Security in parking lot of bar prevented acquisition there. Plan changed to acquiring target in apartment parking lot with off-site performance. Security cameras were circumvented via vandalism by flying a drone overtop of and then damaging the camera. Precautions were taken to keep vehicle from being identified.
Video files included are 3 camera angles and an edited version of all three assembled in Premier Pro. First angle was overhead from inside of vehicle (Master shot), second angle was tighter shot of where the target was stationed, and third was a handheld shot.
Tommy unpaused the video. The interior lights flashed to life as the back doors opened. A pale red-haired woman wearing a red shoulderless long sleeve shirt, a white pleated skirt, and a pair of knee-high white leather heeled boots is dumped unceremoniously in the back of the van. This is Tammy. A man wearing a ski mask and coveralls stands over her. As she starts to move, the man zaps her with a stun gun, eliciting a scream before she goes limp. Before she can defend herself, her arms are pulled behind her back and her wrists are zip-tied. A gag is forced into her mouth, followed by a small rag. The gag looks like some kind of circular ring. Her feet are pushed into the van and chained together, then connected to chain on the floor that has no slack. The door closes, and the light goes out.
The video cuts to Tammy squirming and crying in the van for a couple minutes in mostly complete darkness, driving over some rough terrain as things bounce around in the back. After a bit, the door opens and the lights come back on. Tammy is petrified. The man grabs her and unchains her feet before pushing her back down hard on the foam mattress. He grabs at her shirt and pulls it down, exposing her tits. They’re pale, somewhere between a B and a C cup, and have nipples about the size of half-dollars. She wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. The man in the mask stands over her and pulls her to the edge of the van. He flips up her pleated white skirt, exposing a pair of white tights or stockings. A couple rips at it and the tights tear open. He rips at them more, exposing her bodysuit and panty-covered crotch. A couple unsnaps of the bodysuit and another yank as he tears her panties off, exposing her pubic hair, a neatly trimmed red landing strip. The man unzips his coveralls, showing that he’s naked and aroused underneath. Tammy shakes her head violently back and forth, knowing what’s coming.
The video cuts to the man grabbing some lube and spreading it on Tammy’s pussy and his cock before he puts it back. He grabs another smartphone and records his assault on her.
“Smile for the camera, bitch.” The man says, focusing the camera on her face, then tits, then her pussy as he pushes his cock in, then back to her crying face as he rapes her. He fucks her, the camera moving up and down showing what he’s looking at. Her face, her tits, the way the boots and tights feel against him, her face again as he pulls the rag out of her mouth, showing the ring gag.
The screen cuts to the various angles, whichever was better for the current shot. The man’s actions sped up as he approached his orgasm. Before he blew his load, he grabbed Tammy’s long, red hair and pulled her up off of the mattress as he pulled his dick out of her twat. In one move that has been practiced before, he plunged his dick into hole in her mouth that was forced open by the ring gag and nearly choked her. Her eyes bulged as she felt him cum in her mouth, and she panicked as she couldn’t breathe. Only after he was done did he let go, and she involuntarily coughed, spitting most of his semen onto her red bodysuit.
“Uh oh, someone made a mess. Guess I’ll have to make a mess in return. How about that nice little ass of yours? Ever been fucked in the shitter, you little whore?” Tammy shook her head in futility, knowing what he was going to do. The man reached over and grabbed a pair of bungee cords and used those to secure Tammy’s feet over her head, bending her in a very awkward angle. Her ass was exposed as she laid on her arms behind her back. He grabbed some more of the lube and applied a generous portion to her puckered little asshole and his dick. After taking a closeup with the phone, he aimed it at her ass as he forced his dick into her ass.
“You…might want to relax a little. Just saying.”
The man pushed into her bowels, causing her to shriek in pain. The other cameras caught her agony as he pushed further and further into her until he bottomed out. Once there, he fucked her ass in this bent over position for a solid 10 minutes before he came inside her bowels. When he pulled out, her ass was a mix of semen, blood, shit, and santorum. He let it all drip out, making a big mess of her white skirt.
After this, the man spent some time cleaning himself and Tammy up, spraying bleach cleaner on her red bodysuit shirt. It will stain her shirt, but will kill the seed she spit up. He also cleaned up her ass and pussy a little bit, but not much. Just enough to destroy some potential evidence. He then closed the door. The lights in the back of the van turned out.
A few more minutes of driving in the dark and the door opened again. This time he had a weapon in his hand. It looked like a pistol. He leaned in close to her.
“I know who you are, I know where you live, I know everything about you. You tell anyone about this, I’ll come back and fucking kill you. Got it?”
Tammy nodded.
“I’m going to untie you and remove this from your mouth. You scream, you die right here. Got it?”
Tammy nodded.
The man removed the bungees from around Tammy’s ankles and pulled her up by the hair to a sitting position. He undid the gag from around her head. She didn’t say anything, too afraid to speak. He pulled her shirt back up, covering her tits. He held something in front of her. It was her purse. Instead of handing it to her, he tossed it behind him.
“Go, get.” She leaped out of the van and out of view. The door closed and the lights turned off. End of video.
Tommy couldn’t believe what he fucking saw. Here was his ex-girlfriend being the victim of a vicious attack by a complete stranger, because he set her up for it. He was disgusted with himself, not sure whether he should be sick or turned on.
Chapter Tags: MF, oral Content Warnings: Adultery and Conspiracy
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After spending more time with Morgana, Tommy finally pitches his plan to The Club...
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Chapter 42 (MF, oral)
After Tommy’s offer was accepted by the Club, he discussed his crazy plan with Pedro. As Pedro said, “It’s not the craziest thing I’ve heard this year, but it’s in the top 5.” The Club’s Admin gave Tommy authorization to discuss this with one or two other members, and if the plan was solid they could go ahead with it. He sent messages to the only two other members of the Club that he’s met in person, James and Steve. They agreed to meet Sunday for breakfast at Steve’s house.
It was getting late into the evening when Morgana messaged Tommy, asking how his coffee date went. He froze, completely getting lost in what he saw happen to Tammy and talking to Pedro and such. He replied that she cancelled on him at the last minute and he got lost in some work. She asked if he’d be free to come over tonight or if he wanted to meet tomorrow after work? After a cheeky ‘Why not both?’ GIF he waited until she messaged him in WhatsApp that she was calling Drew and he could head over any time after 15 minutes. He decided to take his personal car instead of the truck, just to change things up. Just in case any of the neighbors suspected something with a work truck there all the time. A little after 9:30PM, Morgana messaged him to let him know it was clear to come over and to wait until she pinged him again when the coast was clear. About a half hour later, Tommy was in her parking lot, waiting for the go-ahead.
As he sat in the parking lot, he thought about everything that had happened in the last few weeks, and how he ended up here. Everything he was told to believe about how to be a good man and how the world worked failed him, but every deceitful and dastardly thing he’s done has led him here. Sitting in his car, waiting for a most beautiful woman to message him to come up and fuck her. Instead of walking away or finding another way to get Morgana to leave Drew or something else, he’s toying with one of the craziest ideas ever. There were so many ways this could go horribly wrong. What if things got out of hand and someone got hurt or killed? What if some random passerby goes by the cabin and asks ‘what’s that noise?’ What if someone slips a name? What if this isn’t enough to push Drew away? But most importantly, what if this is too much for Morgana and she never recovers?
Those thoughts took a backseat as his phone dinged. It was Morgana, the coast was clear. He exited his car and climbed the stairs. She opened the door, leaning from behind it. As she made sure he was alone, she let him in, closing and locking the door behind him. It was only after the door was closed that he realized why she was leaning from behind the door.
She was naked.
They didn’t say anything. She kissed him right away and they made their way to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes along the way. Morgy was already hot and bothered when he arrived, and it didn’t take him long to rubber up and get down to business. They screwed on her bed multiple ways for almost an hour before he came. He made sure that she had at least a couple orgasms of her own in the mix. They collapsed on the bed, getting lost in conversation. She told him that she’d been thinking of him all day and couldn’t help but think of him talking with Tammy, him going through the motions, imagining it was her he was fucking instead. She was a little disappointed when the date didn’t happen.
That’s when she had a naughty idea. Morgana climbed on top of Tommy and slid down his body and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Between kisses and licks, she asked him to tell her a story, a naughty story of one of the times he fucked Tammy. If she liked the story, she’d let him know. He was stunned for a moment, trying to keep his focus but eventually got going, telling a story of how one time when they were dating they went to the bar and she wore this little red and black checkered skirt and a spaghetti strap tank and after a few drinks they go back to her place and they start fucking. “Gimme details, what’s she like?” Morgana said between sucks. Tommy stumbled on the details but got the story out. During the story, the details got muddied and he included things that didn’t happen that night. She wasn’t tied up, it wasn’t the back of a van, she wasn’t wearing a white skirt, and he didn’t cum in her mouth. He interposed details of one of his sessions with the video he just watched. Morgana kept sucking his dick until it was time to shift into a 69. Tommy was glad, because he couldn’t focus on the story anymore. After a few more minutes and him bringing her to climax with his patented alphabet technique, he exploded in Morgana’s mouth. A roll, spit, and wipe later and they were kissing on the bed. She checked her phone, making sure the alarms were set. She asked if he could stay there until she fell asleep before he left. As much as they both wanted him to stay, they knew it was a bad idea.
About twenty minutes later, she was asleep and he was driving home. He arrived, logged in to the Club’s website, saved footage from the spy cams, and went to bed.
The next day Chuck sent the sewer cam footage confirming that the pipes were good. Morgana was ecstatic as this meant they could close on the house as soon as the next Friday. After some congratulation messages in the group chat, everyone came up with a battle plan. James would work with someone early next week to set up the security system and that could be installed as soon as they closed. Tommy would help Morgana with furniture shopping and moving things into the storage unit, and Drew would wire the down payment money to the bank. Morgana would also have to call all of the various places like homeowner’s insurance companies and the like. Morgana mentioned that they had a lot of stuff to get as far as furniture and home goods were concerned and that it would take most of the weekend. They would buy as much as they could, put it in the storage unit, then move it in after the house closing. Morgana asked James if he wanted to come along and go drapery shopping. The older man laughed. Drew made an excuse about how he’d love to, but couldn’t. She almost took that as a key to start a fight, but Tommy intervened and volunteered to ‘take one for the team.’ Drew said he owed him one when he came back.
‘He has no idea’ Tommy thought to himself.
Both Thursday and Friday nights consisted of the same pattern. After work, Tommy would take a shower and meet Morgana at her place. After a quick fuck, they’d grab a bite somewhere nearby then grab a few things from stores like IKEA, BBB, Target, or wherever. They’d go to the storage unit, drop off everything, fool around for a bit out of view from everyone, then drive back to her place and say goodnight before Morgana called Drew to wrap up the night. Saturday things changed up. Morgana woke up early to call Drew when it nighttime for him. For the first time in a while, Drew was feeling a little frisky and was down for some fun on Facetime. Morgana gladly obliged. After sending Drew to bed satisfied, she called Tommy and told him to come over. He didn’t need to be told twice and they fucked before going furniture shopping. They spent most of the day out and about, trying very hard to stick to the no PDA rule and almost failing a couple times throughout the day. After a few trips to the storage unit, they had enough furniture and items to live in the new house. It might not be the greatest or stuff they would keep long-term, but it was good enough for moving in. They wrapped up the night with dinner at a Thai place before retiring to her place for another roll in the hay, so to speak.
Since Drew would be flying back in a few days, they agreed to put a pause on things after Sunday night. Just in case one of them got clumsy and left a bruise or bitemarks or something, this would give them time to heal. They would do one more shopping trip Sunday afternoon into evening, and by shopping trip they’d get takeout and fuck until it was time to leave. As much as Morgana missed Drew and his cooking, there was something to be said about the simple pleasures like bad, simple food. But first, Tommy had to do something for brekky.
Throughout the week, Tommy tried to figure out how to pitch this to Steve and James. James already knew the basics of the plan and probably told Steve, but Tommy needed to sell it. More importantly, he needed to sell it to himself. He even brought his laptop and made a quick PowerPoint if that’s what it took to get them on board.
Tommy arrived at James’s townhouse around 8AM, then the pair drove over in James’s truck to Steve’s house. The reasoning was that James already knew how to get there but if Tommy drove, he’d have to put the info into GPS. They had Tommy turn off GPS location data on his phone and laptop after getting to James’s house, as a precaution.
James drove up at a brick Craftsman house in Empire, west of Harbor City. It was a drab looking building, the brick a depressing shade of brown following years of neglect. The yard looked like it was similarly neglected with large patches of brown scattered throughout. The house was a two-story on a level lot with a small front porch. A detached garage stood to the left of the house. Three vehicles sat in the stone driveway. The first was a Dodge Magnum sitting on jack stands which was parked close to the garage. The next vehicle was a white Quad Cab RAM 1500 with “Red Briar Security” blazoned on the side. The third vehicle was an older red Toyota Tacoma access cab with “Mapleton Realty” on the doors in white vinyl. James parked his “Harbor City Contracting” F-150 work truck in front of the red Tacoma. James and Tommy both hopped out and walked to the front porch. Tommy saw two trucks parked in front of them. James knocked, waiting for a voice.
“It’s open.” Steve’s voice came from the dining room. James walked in first, followed by Tommy. The older man led the way to the through the living room and a quick turn into the dining room, where Tommy saw two people sitting at the table and another bringing in food from the kitchen. He recognized Steve, the barrel-chested man with the slightly graying hair and glasses wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts bringing a bowl full of scrambled eggs to the table. He didn’t recognize the other two people. One was a middle-aged white man also dressed in an old t-shirt. He was chunkier than Steve, his hair was balding at the top of his head but still kept a dark hue. The other person was a young Asian woman, maybe mid to late 20’s dressed in a sports bra that contained and concealed her breasts. She had a tight body, a couple ear piercings, a small hoop in her nose, and pink hair that went down to the middle of her back. Tommy recognized her from some of the videos on the Club’s website.
“Hi, I’m Bubbles. You must be Twinkletoes.” She extended her hand. James got a chuckle out of seeing Tommy squirm a little. Tommy shook her hand.
“I guess I am.” He shook her hand, then let go. She was very attractive on screen, and even better looking in person, but he did his best to hide that. Tommy turned to the chunky man and stuck out his hand. He reached out and grabbed Tommy’s in return.
“Most of us know each other’s real names. We’re a small enough crowd here. I’m Sam.”
“Tommy.”
“Yeah, we’re all mates ‘ere.” James said, before going over to Bubbles. “James.”
“Bubbles. Name’s Kim but around here I go by Bubbles.” She shook the Aussie’s hand. “We all know the big man behind me, Steve.” She tilted her head behind her in Steve’s direction.
“Sup?” Steve said, bringing the bowl of eggs to the table. “Sit, eat, I’m bringing coffee. How you guys like it?”
“Like their women.” Sam said between bites of food.
“Ground up and in the freezer?” Bubbles quipped. Tommy’s eyes shot wide open. ‘Who the fuck are these people?’ he thought. It wasn’t until Sam and Steve laughed that he caught the joke.
“Dude, really?” Tommy laughed nervously at Bubbles, the only other person in the room young enough to know what Skrillex or Snapchat are. James put his lappy down on the table and helped himself to some eggs and bacon. Tommy did the same.
The group made some small talk while they finished breakfast. Tommy learned that he was the newest member of the Club. Sam and Steve brought in James a few months back and Bubbles met Sam and Steve a month or so before that when they helped her with her then-girlfriend. Tommy asked if that was the Brittany video, and Bubbles said yes. It was kind of awkward at first talking about sex and rape over eggs and bacon when everyone in the room has seen the others naked at least once on video and some in the flesh. After splitting up with Brittany, she moved into an apartment complex near Collegetown that Sam owned. Sam owned Maple Gardens, the rental company that had shitty apartments all over the city but some nicer places too. Sam and Bubbles have become a team over the last few months. They’re not exactly dating but like going hunting and they occasionally team up for a little fun with some girls she brings home from the bar. She’s still gay, but appreciates Sam for more than just a dick. Steve and James talked about setting up a cam system in Morgana’s new house similar to what they have in the apartment. Steve said he’d look into it, but it might not be him or anyone else they know that can do it if they’re involved in whatever Tommy had to pitch.
As Steve cleared the table, Tommy opened his laptop and pulled up a PowerPoint he made over the last few days. Before he could say anything, Sam motioned everyone to go down to the basement. He and James followed Sam and Bubbles downstairs. It was fully set up and remodeled as a well-equipped gym. This also included a 70” 4K TV mounted to the wall. Sam pointed to it.
“Use that for your pitch.” As Tommy went and connected to the big screen, everyone else sat on the chairs and a small loveseat across from it. Sam and Bubbles were in the loveseat, Steve and James each in a chair.
“Wow, it’s like Pampered Chef, but for rape. Do we each get a free spatula?” Bubbles quipped, squeezing in next to Sam on the couch.
“Only the double-ended kind with bumps on it.” Steve said dryly. Tommy figured his way around Steve’s TV and started the PowerPoint. On it, a rather innocuous picture of a cabin from Lake Hiawatha came on the screen. The title text was “Vacation to Remember”.
“Good morning everyone, I’m Tommy, and here’s my proposal for a Vacation to Remember.” Tommy hit the space bar on his laptop. The next screen showed a couple pictures of a cabin, along with one of Drew and Morgana Williams. Tommy read from the screen.
“The purpose of this is to plan a Club-related event in which the guest of honor is one Morgana Williams. It is to take place over Labor Day weekend at a rented cabin in a nearby lakeside resort.”
“How nearby?” Sam asked.
“Lake Hiawatha.”
“Seriously? That’s a three-hour drive.” Steve spoke up.
“Please leave all questions until the end.” Tommy replied before continuing. “The purpose of this for me is to drive a wedge between the couple to the point they separate. For everyone else, well, see for yourselves.” Tommy clicked the space bar. It showed a collection of pics of Morgana dressed to the 9’s, from her wedding, from the night she wore that little black dress a week ago, pics of her naked, and so on. “This would be an opportunity for anyone who takes part to get them a piece of this.” Tommy waved his hand at the screen as he skipped forward to a collection of GIF’s he made of her fucking. Most were of Drew but a couple had him in there as well, as well as her masturbating.
“They’re both pretty cute.” Bubbles said.
“Yes. They’re both cute and it is a long drive. That’s why this isn’t the normal grab-and-go or home invasion. The idea we’re currently moving along with is a combination of multiple tactics.” Tommy clicked to the next slide. It was labeled ‘Family Activities’. He kept reading.
“All of us here are members of this Club. I’m the newest so I don’t know if there’s a specific name to these methods so I’ll call them what I’ll call them. Because of the high stakes involved and the main purpose of driving Drew away, he has to see things he can’t unsee. That means not just one or two guys fucking Morgana, but everyone. Even tainting their lovemaking by perverting it. That means using all of us. But that brings us to a problem. James and I are good friends with the couple. The only way we could be involved is if we were forced by the assailants to take part. It gives us plausible deniability while also giving us a chance to enact some fantasies.” Tommy looked right at James as he said that last line.
“How many people you need?” Steve asked. Tommy clicked on the computer and brought up the next slide, titled ‘Party Supplies’. It listed the people and equipment needed that he knew of so far.
“I figure at least 2 armed or several unarmed. It’s easier to get two guys with guns than a half dozen guys with knives. It has to be convincing that we were overpowered or scared into letting this happen.” Tommy said. He looked over the others in the room, gauging their reactions. Bubbles whispered in Sam’s ear.
“Two guys and a girl if you’re talking to us. She could be crowd control on the inside.” Sam said, nudging Bubbles as she started to speak.
“You get two of them out of the cabin, then they run across a wounded hiker who hurt her ankle. That’s me. I limp in with one of them. Down the trail a couple minutes, these two jump out in masks and with guns and corral the rest and bring them back. I’m inside the cabin so when they come back and the one who helped me tries to run, I pull a gun on them and we start this whole party.”
“Make it look like a robbery first, then when we don’t find what we want, we take it out on Morgana.” Steve said.
“Exactly.” Bubbles replied.
“This is why it’s important to have SME’s do the plannin’.” James said, smiling a little.
“Sounds like Inside Man with a hint of Damsel in Distress.” Sam said.
“How long this gonna be?” Bubbles asked. Tommy looked back at the slide.
“I’m expecting a day or two at least, maybe three at the outside. Depends on the planning and when everything is in place.” Tommy said.
“Three days. That’s gonna require a lot of supplies. How you getting those up there?” Sam asked.
“We’re goin’ up as tourists, bringin’ cameras and shite. Food too.” James said.
“Doesn’t give me much to get my kit up there. Looks kinda sus if a woman robber busted out a strap-on from her luggage that she just happened to have nearby.” Bubbles said, looking at the shopping list on the screen.
“Agreed. How kinky are they?” Sam asked, his arm around Bubbles.
“Not that kinky that she’s peggin’ ‘im.” James replied.
“Oooh, I got an idea.” Steve said excitedly.
“You have an idea.” Sam instantly retorted.
“Shut up Grammar Nazi. We have some friends that might be able to help with that. I don’t know if they’ll be available, but they could pull Karen goes on a Romantic Getaway.” Steve said. It took a moment for Sam to catch on about who he was talking about.
“Oh, that’s right. She’s been trying to have some fun for a while. Took a bit but she finally had an offer that went through.” Sam said.
“Wait, who?” Tommy asked, lost in the conversation he was supposed to lead.
“A couple friends of ours. You’ve probably seen his work if you’ve seen any of ours and you’re talking about an Inside Man job. Anyway, his wife recently joined but she’s only dabbled a bit. Still looking for the right conditions to go all out. Took her a while to get a second offer on the table since the first one fell through.” Sam said.
“Fell through?” James asked.
“Yeah, Pedro vetoed it.” Sam replied.
“Wait, Pedro vetoed an offer?” James sounded shocked.
“Yep. Only the second time in 15 years. Something about she was married to the mob or something. I didn’t get all the details.” Steve said.
“I heard her husband was a suspect in six murders, and her brother in law was some straight up monster. Like one time killed a dude in a woodchipper in front of his girlfriend then made her eat him while he made her brothers fuck her. Then killed the brothers while they were fucking her.” Bubbles told the group.
Tommy read the room. This was a crazy story. Steve looked shocked. Sam shrugged it off as too unbelievable. James, he looked like he’d heard this story before and knew a little more than everyone else. Tommy was more than intrigued by that. Then Sam spoke up.
“Nah, that wasn’t what J..our friend told us. He didn’t go into too many details but his wife made an offer for someone she worked with. Real cute woman in the construction business. Turns out Pedro knows her. He didn’t veto because he knew her, but because she knew some people Pedro didn’t want getting involved in our business.”
“Like her brother’s an FBI Agent?” Steve said.
“Nah, not FBI, but damn close. She knows people that know FBI, let’s put it that way. That scared the shit out of Pedro. But that’s not what scared our friend the most. He got a message from another member one day, from an account that’s never used, telling him he’s glad he followed Pedro’s advice. He’d hate to take him fishing.” As Sam said that, James’s eyes went as wide as saucers. Only Tommy saw this.
“Fishing?” Bubbles asked.
“That guy sent our friend a pic from an old newspaper, ‘Local Man Found Dead After Fishing Accident.’ Our friend heard about it through the grapevine, but years ago one of the members was sloppy and was almost arrested. Not by some local cop either, but one of those detectives that knows what they’re doing. Man gets sent out of town to lay low for a couple days. Next thing anyone knows, he’s murdered and his body dumped in the middle of a lake. Washed up on shore a couple days later. The clipping was of that guy that washed up onshore.” Sam looked a little different after telling the story.
“Jesus Christ.” Steve said.
“Jesus Christ wants nothin’ to do with that fooker.” James said under his breath, just loud enough for the others to hear.
“What?” Bubbles said, looking at James.
“Huh? Oh, nuthin’. Just a story I heard a few years ago. Anyways, Tommy, what’s the plan for the week and documenting things for posterity?” James turned to the young man up front to change the subject.
“Right. A big part of this depends on the timing of when Drew and Morgana can come up to the cabin. I’m paying for it, so they don’t have an excuse for not showing up. Initial plans are we, James and I, show up either Wednesday night or Thursday morning. We set up the cabin with hidden cameras if needed that day. Drew and Morgana arrive either Thursday or Friday. Enjoy the lake, have fun. Saturday morning, this plan gets executed. Then spend the next two days doing everything to Morgana and Drew you can think of while we, James and I, are forced into things.” Tommy went back to the computer and hit the space bar. The next slide was ‘Questions and Concerns’. “So, any questions, problems, or concerns?”
“I have one big problem with this. I know them.” Steve said at first to Tommy, then turned to the rest of the crowd. “It’s been almost 6 months, but I’ve met them. I’ve been to a meeting with him and might’ve bumped into both of them at a soiree back in March. I didn’t see them in the June party, and Drew wasn’t in the last quarterly meeting. I’ve spoken to him a while back and in meetings he’s been in. That could be an issue.” When Steve finished, he looked around the room. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna fuck her brains out, just that I shouldn’t be the one talking.”
“Where they from?” Bubbles asked.
“Melbourne, Australia. He’s going back and forth for work every few weeks, she’s up here. Currently live in Farrell but they’re buying a house over in Hillside.” James added the extra bit, because he had a feeling she’d ask about their schedules and locations.
“So they’re basically white? Got it. I can be the voice if needed, dye my hair back to black, take out the colored contacts, or keep everything crazy, get some good looking fake tats, and really lay it on thick with the Chinky Engrish.” The men looked at Bubbles, unsure how to react. “What? It’s okay if I say it. Planning out a gang rape is cool, but casual racism is where we draw the line?” Sam started laughing, then hugged her. “Besides, I know my advantage. Most white people can’t tell the difference between us, and when I dye my hair black, I’m just another cute Asian girl named Kim. There’s millions of us running around. If I do most of the talking, they’ll focus on me more than the guys. Plus, if I’m doing the Damsel in Distress, they have to see my face to trust me. They’ll have my face and voice, but I blend in to a crowd when I want to. They’ll have to stay masked up the rest of the weekend.” Bubbles pointed to Sam and Steve.
“Good point. You’re the bait, have to be the voice and MC for the most part, unless someone else joins the party.” Sam said to the woman next to him.
“What about you?” Bubbles asked.
“I can talk, but I should keep it to a minimum.”
“What about other supplies, like guns?” James asked.
“I got that. You’d be amazed what you’d find cleaning out apartments in the hood.” Sam said. Steve nodded along.
“Figure a pistol each, maybe a shotgun and an AR between us. We’re not using them, but will scare the shit out of them. Need blanks and maybe one to two with real rounds just in case. Like with Teagan and Aly.” Steve said.
“Agreed.” Sam replied.
“Food will be on us, we’ll bring enough to stock the fridge, throw some beers and booze in there. One more thing. Morgana’s off her birth control and trying for a baby with Drew. Had her IUD removed two weeks ago, still no period yet.”
“That’s common. It can take a while for her to be fertile. Some women it’s right away, others their cycle has to restart.” Bubbles responded.
“Anything else?” Tommy asked the group. They looked at each other as he advanced to the next screen which just said ‘Thank You.’
“Give us a few minutes to discuss this, go hang out upstairs in the dining room.” James said. Tommy thought for a moment about arguing to stay, but changed his mind. He went upstairs. As soon as he was there, the group talked. Steve spoke up first.
“Gotta say, not a terrible plan. Still a hundred ways it can go wrong, but pretty solid.”
“Wait, so his ultimate goal is that we rape his girlfriend so hard in front of her husband that he brakes mentally and Tommy swoops in like some White Knight to save the day?” Bubbles put it as succinctly as she possibly could.
“Yep.” All of the men said at once.
“Crazy shit men do for love.” Bubbles said.
“Huh?” James asked, like he wanted her to clarify her statement.
“He obviously loves her in his own way, but has the weirdest way to getting to it. Instead of just confronting her and her husband or getting her to leave him or waiting until their infidelity caught the best of them, he’s going to force the issue by putting her through so much hell that he leaves her in disgust. Dumbest idea I’ve heard in a long time but planning is good and they’re both pretty hot. If we do this, I’m fucking them both at once. I’m gonna fuck him in front of her and then fuck her in front of him then fuck them both, maybe both in the ass while they’re fucking. I’ll peg his ass while he’s fucking her. God damn…”. Bubbles trailed off for a moment lost in thought. The guys looked at her a little shocked and confused, but surprisingly cool with it.
“So sounds like she’s in. You Sam?”
“If she’s in, I’m in. You?” Sam turned to Steve. He nodded, then spoke.
“We have to work out the final details, but it’s just crazy enough to work.” Steve said.
“Three should be good enough, but I want to run this past Joe and Mari, they might be useful getting stuff in. They show up at the wrong place at the right time for a romantic getaway, carrying a whole bunch of sex toys and stuff right as some armed hoodlums break in. Plus, he might be willing to take a hit or two. That could keep everyone else in line.”
“Good idea.” Steve said before continuing. “I’ll check around with a couple people if we need more. This right here and Joe and Mari are more than enough for just Drew and Morgana, but if more come in we might need a backup for crowd control. We have to subdue, what, 6 people realistically at most with just us three? Any more show up, we need another body.”
“Who you thinking?” Bubbles asked.
“Either Ray or JC.” Steve added.
“Not Ray.” James interjected. Everyone looked at him. James had never worked with Ray on a project like this, but immediately shut him down.
“Why not?” Steve asked, slightly offended that James didn’t want to work with his friend. James leaned in closer, motioning everyone in to a tight circle.
“A friend of mine told me not to trust him, and I trust that friend. He told me that Ray’s ticker has some issues and that he’s one coke-binge away from dying on a job.”
“Who’s this friend of yours?” Steve asked.
“Ever hear of Bob Kuntzmann?” Just at the mere mention of his name, Sam’s eyes went wide. He could barely contain his excitement.
“Holy…you mean Big Bobby K of Hiawatha County…The guy who owns, well, that? He’s your friend?” Sam pointed to the TV that showed clips of the presentation.
“Yeah, and he’s yours too as long as ya don’t piss in his Cheerios. Which, by the way, Joe came very close to doing.” James had to bring his voice back down to a whisper.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked, his expression changing from excited to confused.
“That offer from Joe that Pedro vetoed. Was her name Angie?” At the mention of the name, Sam’s expression changed from confused to fearful.
“Mari’s, but yeah. Angela. What do you know?” Sam said, waiting for James who paused for a moment.
“I didn’t know anything about the offer until just now, but those stories lined up with what I know of her. Her name’s Angie Hartman, she’s a good friend that we work with. Her and her hubby own a construction business. Chuck’s a good guy but grew up in Veneto, gang banging with Bobby K. Before she got with Chuck, she was Bob’s girl. They ran into some crazy shit with the neighbors up at the lake. They broke up when her asshole brother cop served Bob divorce papers at his son’s birthday party. Years later she’s dating Chuck when the asshole cop, who Bob only calls That Mother Fucker, starts investigating a fookin’ cult for sex trafficking.”
“Wait, why does this sound like First-“
“First Union Holy Church? Yeah.” James cut off Steve.
“Holy shit.” It’s all Steve could say.
“Long story short, Angie, Chuck, Bob, and That Mother Fucker were tied up working against a cult that ran the largest child sex trafficking ring in North America. A lot of blokes were arrested or disappeared. That’s where Bob and his friends come in. Steve, yer right about her hubby being a suspect in half a dozen murders. And yes, there was a woodchipper involved. Bob’s done some shite. He killed that guy that almost got busted just to piss off TMF.” James looked at their faces. Bubbles spoke up first.
“You’re joking, right? Please tell me your joking.”
“Google First Union Holy Church Natalie Daniels. I’ll wait.” James looked at the other guys. Steve turned to Sam.
“Wow. Think Joe knows how close he came to being fish food? Now I see why Pedro vetoed this.”
“I, I just-“ Sam started to say something, but Bubbles cut him off.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!!!” She found a news article describing First Union Holy Church and Natalie Daniels’s ultimate fate. Bubbles showed the article and associated photos around the group.
“Nobody fooks with Bob’s girls.” James took a look around at the shocked faces. “I didn’t want to say this in front of Tommy. He knew any of this now and he’d call the whole thing off. I’ll talk to Bob and clear this mission with him, if yer still in.” He saw the faces in the room think it over. Then Steve spoke up.
“Look at the bright side. If we fuck up, we won’t have to worry about the cops. We’ll never leave the lake. I’m still in.” Steve said.
“Me too.” Sam said. Bubbles was still reading the stories.
“Did you know about this? There’s an entire site dedicated to the crazy deaths around this case. This one dude had his dick cut off and shoved up his ass while his balls were stuffed in his mouth?”
“To be fair, he deserved it. He was a kiddie fooker and they sent a message. Didya see the music director and his wife that were dismembered and delivered to the church in a piano? Always had a sense of humor.” James said. Bubbles stared at him in disbelief.
“This, OMG. Yeah, yeah, I’m in.” Bubbles kept scrolling through the pages detailing one gruesome outcome after another.
“Good, let’s tell Tommy.”
The group invited Tommy back downstairs to tell him they were on board. The plan was good to go.
Now, all they needed to do was execute it. It’s not like a plan has ever gone wrong before, right?
Does my memory play tricks on me or did you make the last chapter even more intense from the one you had posted at RU. The Kurtzman details seem to be new.
@LtBroccoli
A few personal comments on Chapter 41 (Tammy):
The description of the attack on Tammy and her rape were, in my opinion, a bit too short compared to the other chapters. But what's your imagination for...
What seems unlikely to me: immediately after the perpetrator cums in Tammy's mouth, he immediately fucks her in the ass and cums again. That may be possible, but a short break during which he deals with her in other ways might have made the chapter not only longer but also more interesting.
I decided to wait a bit before sinking my teeth into this enormous saga. I remember this from RU and I really enjoyed reading it.
Right now I’m at chapter 5 and have a whole lot of reading to do before I catch up. A task I look forward too. I almost forgot how good the story is and started to laugh when James made his first appearance. You broccoli really put an effort into the story and some of the descriptions make me wonder if you work in construction in some capacity. You seem to have some knowledge about the whole building process/industry. Otherwise you sure put a lot of effort in reaching your stories.
Anyway have to get back to reading now but before I go… I just want you to know that this is a masterpiece.
Ps. You don’t have to answer my whole ramble about your eventual background.
Shocker wrote: Fri Sep 05, 2025 2:42 am
Does my memory play tricks on me or did you make the last chapter even more intense from the one you had posted at RU. The Kurtzman details seem to be new.
I actually toned it down and removed some of the spoilers from what posted on RU. When I originally posted this, it was about a month or two after I finished Lake Hiawatha. The events I modified were basically the climax of that story. I didn't want to explain too much here, but still wanted to show how bad they could be. I left some of the stuff in, but for the nitty gritty we'll just have to wait until I post Lake Hiawatha. Hopefully I'll start up on that in October.
Blue wrote: Fri Sep 05, 2025 8:31 am@LtBroccoli
A few personal comments on Chapter 41 (Tammy):
The description of the attack on Tammy and her rape were, in my opinion, a bit too short compared to the other chapters. But what's your imagination for...
What seems unlikely to me: immediately after the perpetrator cums in Tammy's mouth, he immediately fucks her in the ass and cums again. That may be possible, but a short break during which he deals with her in other ways might have made the chapter not only longer but also more interesting.
Those are very good points. It felt longer when I wrote it, but compared to what's coming up, it might as well be an appetizer.
For the second part, I have two explanations that I could've put in. First is JC might've edited out his recovery time. Second is what I'll call "super horny mode." There's times where a guy is so goddamned horny and turned on that even cumming isn't enough to satiate him, and I figure most of these guys in The Club go through that once or twice in their adventures. I can go maybe once in a scene but any more would stretch credulity. For example, I just finished editing the beginning of the "Main Event" and the guys need a break but one in particular is so ramped up and raring to go his recovery time is nonexistent. It also helps that he's one of the youngest in the group, too.
peterfrisk wrote: Fri Sep 05, 2025 6:34 pm
I decided to wait a bit before sinking my teeth into this enormous saga. I remember this from RU and I really enjoyed reading it.
Right now I’m at chapter 5 and have a whole lot of reading to do before I catch up. A task I look forward too. I almost forgot how good the story is and started to laugh when James made his first appearance. You broccoli really put an effort into the story and some of the descriptions make me wonder if you work in construction in some capacity. You seem to have some knowledge about the whole building process/industry. Otherwise you sure put a lot of effort in reaching your stories.
Anyway have to get back to reading now but before I go… I just want you to know that this is a masterpiece.
Ps. You don’t have to answer my whole ramble about your eventual background.
Thanks. Without saying too much I've been around construction here and there. I'm mostly an IT guy, but I've built some shit as well. IT has different kinds of stress, but my knees and back don't hurt nearly as much after a long day of spreadsheets like they did when I worked on foundations and siding.
