Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 20 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: bf oral 1st ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 20


	Wednesday arrived much as Tuesday had.  People had things to do --
and were generally doing them.  Bonita hung out at the practice field,
sitting in the bleachers and being with Brenda or Terence, whichever one was
on break.  When both of them were with her, the sun seemed to get brighter
from the glow she gave off.

	Clint was cautious.  The revelations by Terence left him confused --
and conflicted.  'Okay, so, if Brenda is the thing, what about Terence?  And
if Terence is...'  The thought circled around and around in his head.  Oddly,
both of them were different than the run of their sex; Clint was attracted to
Terence -- but not guys in general.  Brenda was pretty decent, apparently --
and that made her an exceptional girl.  Who came first?  What came first?
And why?  Confused, he stayed away from both of them.

	Toby noticed and gravitated to him during a break.  "What's up?
You're giving off some bad vibes..."

	"I ought to wring YOUR neck!" Clint grated.

	"Oh," Toby said faintly and made to leave.

	"No, I get it -- but I wasn't thrilled," Clint muttered.

	Toby shrugged.  "I have to protect the group."

	"Yeah."  Clint eyed him.  "I hear the group arranges an ass-whipping,
occasionally."

	Toby pursed his lips.  "It's happened.  Mostly, we do Mission
Impossible shit -- we get somebody to step in his or her own shit, then rub
their nose in it."

	"I'd love to see The Bitch get that."

	"The Bitch?"

	Clint related his storied past with his mother.  "So, what do you do,
exactly?" he asked at the end.

	"Well, it depends..."

	"Terence says you guys did up his dad once."

	Toby pursed his lips.  "More than once.  Terence's ma is REAL pissed
at her dad -- he's been playing Mr. Macho and doing this 'Poor me -- I'm
black' thing -- mostly to cover the fact that he likes it gay.  It's screwed
up their family, I guess.  There is something going on with Damian, too;
Fred's not his dad or something.  I get it that they used to swing and he
kept pushing her off on this guy to make points.  She got pregnant.  By the
time they figured out that Fred wasn't the father, Damian was several years
old.  Anyway, he blames her, and she blames him -- but she's a member, and
he's just there...  Lon is kind of an evil genius -- we came up with this
plan..."  Toby related the whole tale of Fred's captivity and abuse.

	"Was this recent?" Clint asked.  "Terence says he thinks his pa
sucked me, once..."

	Toby grimaced.  "Yeah, he did.  Louise wants blood -- we jacked him
up a while back and stuck him in a booth.  We've done it again since, too."
Toby shook his head.  "Looks like Louise is gonna get her way -- Fred's
looking for more..."

	"Oh, boy..."  The idea of doing something with Terence's father both
attracted and repelled Clint.

	"We weren't going to even offer, since you and Terence are..."

	"We're not, really, yet -- but you're right -- bad idea," Clint
agreed.

	Toby nodded.  "We're looking.  Hank is pretty pissed about the way
Maddie's dad beats her -- AND her ma, AND her brother...  We were thinking
about setting up Old Man Reyes some way and turning Fred loose on him.  It's
not exactly what Fred wants, but it might be as close as we can get."

	"What does he want?" Clint asked.

	"The whole two consenting adults thing, I think," Toby told him.  "No
glory holes.  One on one, mutual stuff, you know?"

	"Yeah, I know," Clint nodded.  It was what he wanted with Terence --
but as far as they'd gone, he still didn't know how to get there.  "What
about Nicky?"

	"Nicky Mangia?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well, he looks it, but..."

	"He is.  He's real careful, but he's let it be known..." Clint
assured Toby.  Nicky hung out around sports -- he liked to look at jocks.
There was more to it than that, too.  Nicky was VERY careful, but he'd slid a
couple of innuendos past Clint -- and Clint had caught him whacking off once,
scoping the showers from inside the equipment cage.  Clint had considered
Nicky, but he was soft, like Robby...

	"Have you...?"

	"Nope, not my type.  But he is, trust me.  You hit him with it just
right and he'll probably go for it."

	"It's an idea, I guess..." Toby mused.  "He won't do for Old Man
Reyes, from the sound of things..."

	"No," Clint agreed.  "But if Fred can't, maybe Terence and I can..."

	"I dunno about Terence," Toby related.  "He gets mad, but..."  There
had been that time when Terence had found out about his dad, but even then...
"He's not the type, generally."

	"You guys did Fred..." Clint muttered.

	"Yeah -- and neither of us wants to repeat it," Toby replied.

	"Okay.  What about The Bitch?" Clint asked.

	"Probably pretty easy -- want her to fuck the whole football team?
Construction workers?  Black guys?  Want to beat her ass?"

	Clint snorted.  "All of the above?"

	"I'll talk to Lon.  He's diabolical.  So is Damian.  Between them,
they can probably fix it so she walks in and takes off all her clothes and
begs six black guys to butt-fuck her," Toby assured him.

	"Sweet!"  The idea made Clint's dick hard.

	Coach blew his whistle at that point and Clint moved off.

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	Terence came around later.  "Saw you with Clint..."

	"Yeah."  Toby nodded.  "He's confused, I think.  But he'd like to see
his ma's ass kicked."

	Terence nodded.  "So would I, after hearing some of the shit she's
done."

	"Would you be willing to help?"

	"I dunno.  It's one thing to talk about hurting somebody..."

	"It'd be for Clint.  I hear she has a phobia about black guys..."
Toby dangled the bait.

	"Well, maybe -- for Clint.  Let me know what you come up with, and
I'll decide then."

	"Cool."

	"Hey, I promised Bonita's little brother Gabe a blow job -- maybe a
fuck.  I'm trying to get him to do an older chick the first time.  His
brother Julio is filling his head with shit."

	"Well, a blow job is easy," Toby opined.  "We can probably do the
other thing, too..."

	"He's kinda givin' off this 'old chicks -- ewww!' vibe.  We probably
couldn't set him up with Adele or Phyllis..."

	"... Or even Ma?" Toby asked, grinning.

	"Yeah."

	"Louise?  Candace?"

	"Yeah.  Too bad Jean is out of circulation," Terence mused.

	"That's better left alone," Toby waved a hand.  "Coach is gonna scoop
her up -- and I think she knows it."

	"Cool.  I can ask Mama," Terence muttered.

	"Have Damian put Candace on it -- she likes the young stuff.  And she
likes to teach."

	"Yeah, good idea!" Terence nodded and moved off.

	Bobby Beckwith wandered over.  "Hey, Toby."

	"Hey."

	"Anything, you know, going on?"

	"Not today.  Maybe tomorrow," Toby hazarded.

	"Last Friday night was fucking awesome!"

	"It's hard to put on a show that big, though -- besides, you're kind
of stuck on one chick..." Toby replied.

	"Yeah, well..." Bobby looked embarrassed.  "Maybe I was being stupid,
but she's hot, you know?  Why take chances when there's a sure thing?"

	"Experience?"

	"Yeah, maybe."  Bobby didn't seem convinced.

	"You know, it's all the same -- and it's all different," Toby told
him.  "A lot of it is the packaging.  That chick is a good fuck, but it isn't
like she's in love with you or anything."

	"Yeah, I know.  I got head elsewhere..."

	"Next time, we'll put you on something else, just so you can make
comparisons."

	"Okay."  Bobby wandered off.

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	Later, Toby brought Hank up to date regarding Fred and Clint and
other possibilities -- including Mr. Reyes.  "Hey, do you have that phone?"
Hank asked when he was done.

	"Lon does."

	"I want to yell at Reyes," Hank rasped.

	"Let's go over to Lon's after practice," Toby suggested.  "Lon is
good at that stuff.  It'll be a different voice, too.  In fact, maybe we can
pick up one of those voice change things..."

	"As long as he gets the point," Hank agreed.

	Terence was sitting with Bonita.  "Gabriel asked after you today,"
she related.

	Terence grimaced.  "I promised him I could get him a blow job.  I
said something to Toby earlier, but we were lookin' at getting his cherry
busted."

	Bonita eyed him.  "Why did you make such a promise, anyway?"

	"Nothin' better to put me on the map as someone who knows more shit
than his big brother," Terence replied.  "When I was his age, I'd have killed
for somebody who got my dick sucked.  Hell, I'd have done that a couple of
months ago!"

	"Boys!" Bonita shook her head, grinning.  "Is it that much more
important to you than it is to us?"

	"Yeah, I think it is," Terence replied.  "Chicks think about sex a
few times a day, I hear -- but guys don't go more than a couple of minutes!"

	"So, where would you get someone for this?" Bonita wondered aloud.

	Terence watched Brenda climb the stands toward them.  "I've got an
idea..."

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	"Gabriel?" Brenda wrinkled her droopy nose.

	"It'll be a booth job -- he won't know it's you," Terence assured
her.

	"But I'LL know it's HIM!" Brenda retorted.  "What is he, fourteen?"

	"Yah, so?" Terence shrugged.  "Shit works -- mine did at that age.
Drove me nuts, too."

	"Won't it be teeny?"

	"You won't be fuckin' it -- it'll probably make shit easier on you,"
Terence argued.  "Besides, it might not be up full bore, but it'll be big
enough to do the job, I bet."

	"Well..."

	"Come on, be a sport!" Terence cajoled.  "Do us a favor."

	"I'm not fucking him!" Benda declared.

	"I'm gonna get him a mama for his first ride, if I can," Terence told
her.  "Break him in right."

	"Like I can't?" Brenda retorted.

	"You just SAID you wouldn't fuck him!" Terence replied with some
asperity.  Women!

	"Come on, Brenda -- you know you like doing it..." Bonita cajoled.

	"Not with little kids!" Brenda argued -- but Terence was eyeing her
and his face had changed.  He was getting irritated -- and remembering that
he didn't have to ask.  Brenda remembered, too, and gave in.  "Okay, I'll do
it."

	"Cool.  We'll set you up and go get him -- he'll never see you."
Terence pretended that things had never even approached coercion -- which
allowed Brenda to save face.  Terence didn't want to sow discord in their
little love triangle if he could help it.

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	So it was that two separate groups descended on the Carpenter
residence at four-thirty that afternoon.  Terence, Bonita and Brenda arrived
to find Toby and Hank already there, talking to Lon.  Sally hovered in the
background -- and Candace was around, somewhere.

	"What's goin' on?" Terence asked.

	"Hank wants to rip into Maddie's dad for that shit he did to her,"
Lon replied, "but if he's gonna be over at her place, it might be better if
somebody else makes the threats, we figured."

	"I got this box at the novelty store," Toby waved a small device.
"It disguises your voice."

	"We're gonna phone him and give him shit," Hank finished.

	"Cool," Terence grinned.  "I promised Nita's brother some head.
Brenda is gonna do him.  It'd be better for her if she didn't have to hang
out in a booth until the last minute..."

	"We can fix that," Lon replied.  "Sally can keep watch and put her in
when you guys show back up.  In the meantime, we'll try to keep her
entertained."  Brenda wondered whether she liked his grin or not -- it seemed
pretty predatory.

	But Terence grinned and waved and said, "We'll be back.  Probably
want to use the pool -- it's a pretty good excuse for him to come over."

	"No sweat," Lon waved it off.  The three remaining guys turned their
attention to the other task at hand...

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	Fernando Reyes was at his desk, picking at a mortgage application.
It was finished and finalized, but he was holding onto it, making the
applicants stew and waiting to see if the prime rate edged up a bit more by
the end of the week so he could stick it to them for just a bit more...  The
phone rang, and he picked it up, rasping, "Reyes."

	"We know all about you, you prick!" Hank rasped, his voice distorted
by the toy.

	"Who is this?" Fernando howled.

	"Someone who knows what you do to your wife and kids, asshole!" Lon
replied through the device.

	"I do not know what you are talking about!" Fernando blustered.

	"It takes a big man to beat up women and put boys in the hospital!"
Toby hissed.

	"We're watching!  See what happens if you do it again, asshole!" Hank
roared, and hung up.

	"THAT should give him second thoughts!" Toby announced.  Hank and Lon
nodded agreement.  For the record, they were right -- but that wasn't
necessarily a good thing...

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	Lucinda Vasquez was mildly surprised to see Terence again -- Bonita
hadn't seen fit to mention the fact that the relationship hadn't failed.
When he appeared -- with Bonita -- to invite Gabriel to a swimming party, she
could hardly say no; after all, they would be unable to do anything too
inappropriate with Bonita's younger brother in sight.  It was the perfect
'first date' -- and Lucinda mentioned the fact to Bonita.  "You should tell
your father about this when he comes home."

	"Yes, Mama," Bonita replied, nodding -- and barely repressing a
snicker.  If Mama only knew...

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	Brenda and Sally were both alert and bored; Brenda was inside Booth
Three before Terence and Gabriel were out of the car.  "What is going to
happen?" Gabriel asked, "Exactly?"

	"There's gonna be a hole in the wall," Terence related as he led the
fourteen year old downstairs.  "There is a girl on the other side.  You stick
your meat through and she sucks it."

	"How do I know it's a girl?" Gabriel asked suspiciously.

	"What would it be -- a dog?"

	"A homo, maybe?"

	Terence scratched his head.  "Didn't think of that."  He rapped on
the panel.  "Your customer wants to be sure you're a girl.  Show him your
twat!"  He turned to Gabriel.  "That good enough?"

	"Yeah..." Gabriel agreed, bemused.

	Brenda rolled her eyes, but stepped out of her shorts and backed up
to the hole, opening the cover at the last moment.  Terence caught the
movement at the opening.  "Looks like pussy to me."

	Gabriel took one look and got down on his knees for a close-up.
Wrinkled, puffy black lips framed a pink core.  "She's black..."

	"You got a problem with that?" Terence asked.  "We got every color of
the rainbow, probably, but I had black on hand.  If you don't want any, I'll
tell her to close up shop..."

	"No, no!  That's fine!" Gabriel placated.

	"Okay, then," Terence grunted.  "Whip it out.  Let's get this show on
the road!"

	Gabriel freed his already stone hard cock with shaking hands; the
pussy went away, to be replaced by a beckoning finger.  Gingerly, he stuck
his meat through the hole...

	Brenda was treated to a close-up examination of a five and a half
inch uncircumcised cock.  It was still kind of narrow, but Gabriel would
probably be well-hung by his sixteenth birthday.  She wrapped her fingers
around the shaft and pulled back the foreskin, then enveloped the exposed
glans with her lips.

	Gabriel's first blowjob lasted about six incredible seconds -- then
his cock erupted!  Gabriel couldn't have stopped it with a tourniquet,
probably, but it WAS embarrassing.  He got out one wild "WAAAAAH!" as the
sensations around his cock went completely off the scale, then he was
spurting like mad for several seconds -- then it was over, and he was
staggering back from the hole, his mood sliding down the scale from the peaks
of joy to a chasm of humiliation and embarrassment.

	Fortunately, Terence expected nothing less.  "Everybody does that
shit the first time, Man," he counseled.  "You can get off again, right?"

	"Well, yeah," Gabriel admitted, "at least when I..."

	Terence shrugged.  "Then go for seconds!"

	Warily, Gabriel returned to the hole.  Brenda had gotten her cue from
Terence, so she was waiting; cool, soft fingers took charge of Gabriel's
overheated dick and soft lips and a tongue began sliding along his shaft.  It
was Heaven!  And this time, it probably lasted three whole minutes!  When he
staggered back from the hole a second time, all of Gabriel's dreams had been
fulfilled.  THIS time, he'd been a man!  THIS time, he'd lasted a long time!
THIS time, he could be proud of himself!  "WOW!  That was...  Tell her that
was..."  Gabriel had no words to describe the sensations that had held him
captive for those eternal minutes, but they would be a treasured memory.

	Terence clapped him on the shoulder.  "Go get into your swim trunks
and drag your sister out of the car -- I'll be along an a little bit."
Gabriel nodded and dashed off.

	Brenda came out, obviously dealing with the aftertaste from the face
she made.  "Well, he's not huge, but he has big balls," she murmured.  "Big,
FULL balls."

	Terence grinned.  "Thanks, Brenda."

	"Yeah, okay," she waved it off.  "I'm going upstairs to get a coke
and talk to Sally."

	"Sure."  Terence headed off to meet his girlfriend and her brother at
the pool.

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	Fernando Reyes was worthless as a bank employee for the rest of the
afternoon; he was too busy with his paranoid thoughts.  Unfortunately, while
the boys' call would have caused most people to have second thoughts, the
threat only made Fernando more vicious and cunning.  Someone had talked out
of turn -- and whoever it was would have to be punished severely -- and an
object lesson provided for the others.  But it wouldn't do to go after them
immediately...  He cleaned up his work as best he could and told his manager
that something had come up and that he would be out the rest of the week;
obviously, he would have to keep an eye on his treacherous family for a few
days...

	Marta, his wife, sensed something ominous in him on his arrival home,
but then there was something ominous about him on a regular basis, usually
directed at some real or imagined slight at the office that he was plotting
revenge for.  Fernando lived for revenge, it seemed.  Fernando could be
diabolical, weaving a web that suddenly closed around his prey and destroyed
them; more than one enemy left his office under escort from the building,
career ruined over some slight that perhaps hadn't even been intended.  With
Fernando, one of three situations occurred:  You stayed out of his orbit.
You toadied to him.  Or you were living on borrowed time.  His family had no
choice, they were in Group Two -- if they weren't they couldn't survive.
Even then, failures were punished more and more terribly...

	Fernando waited until what would have been halfway through dinner to
announce quietly, "I'll be staying home the rest of the week.  I received a
phone call today..."

	"Oh?  What about?"  Marta had no choice but to step into the trap.

	"Whoever called had opinions about how I keep order in my household!"
Fernando's voice began to rise.  "And he THREATENED me, should I continue to
do things that do not meet his approval!"  His glare swept the table.
"SOMEONE has divulged family business to outsiders -- do you want to tell me
who, or do I discover it for myself!" he roared, slapping the tabletop for
emphasis.  "YOU!"  He grabbed Marta's arm.  "Either it was YOU, or it was
done with your connivance!  No one else was to leave the house!"  His fist
lashed out, rocking her.

	Maddie and Pietro both ran; Mama would have to fend for herself!  But
Marta was already half out of it, so another shot to the jaw put her down.
Fernando would attend to her later.

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	Terence was just getting back from dropping off Bonita and Gabriel to
pick up Brenda when Hank got the call on his cell.  "Papa is insane!  He's
yelling about someone threatening him!  He's hurt Mama!"

	"Where are you?" Hank demanded.

	"In my room with the door locked!" Maddie replied.

	"Get out of there!" Hank yelled.

	"I can't!  There are bars on the windows!"

	"Who are you talking to?" came a roar from the background.  Hank
could hear pounding on the door.  "We're coming!" he yelled.

	"Hurry!  Please!" Maddie wailed.

	Hank muted the phone.  "Mr. Reyes is on a rampage!" he howled.  "We
have to get there, FAST!"

	"Does he know who we are?" Toby asked, thinking fast.

	"No."

	"Let's get hoods!  Lon, do you have that starter's pistol?" Toby
asked.

	"Yeah -- in my room!" Lon replied.

	"Meet us outside!"  Toby and Hank sprinted over to the table where
the various disguises were kept and gathered up masks and some binding
materials.

	"What's up?" Terence asked.

	"Maddie's Dad has gone postal!" Hank yelled.  "We have to stop him!"

	"Awright, I'll follow!  Brenda..."  He waved her up the stairs ahead
of him.

	It took maybe a dozen seconds for everyone to hit the cars and they
sped off to the rescue.

	Maddie's phone conversation gave Fernando a specific target; he
concentrated on hammering on Maddie's door with everything he could lay hands
on.  It was showing signs of giving way when Marta started moaning and
showing signs of life.  He raced over and sat on her and proceeded to beat
her senseless; when she was again unresponsive, he returned to Maddie's door.

	They were still two blocks out when Hank heard the sounds of success:
A splintering crash, a roar, a scream, various crashing noises as the phone
hit the wall and then the floor after Fernando slapped it out of Maddie's
hand, and a second scream -- chopped off -- as Fernando stomped the phone to
junk.  "Aww, SHIT!  The phone's dead!" Hank howled.  "Drive!  Drive!"

	They let themselves in quietly, passing Pietro as he unlocked the
door to run out and away.  "Get in the car!" Hank hissed.  Pietro nodded.
Masked or not, they were there for his family.  He got into Terence's car,
where Brenda tucked him against her.  They gathered in the living room,
speaking in whispers.  It was obvious where Fernando was from the thumps and
screams, but they needed a plan...

	"We have to get him out, and we have to take him out!" Hank hissed.

	"Let's do this!" Toby whispered.  After nodded agreements, they took
their places...

	"Hey, asshole!" Toby yelled.

	Fernando, seeing red, whirled, dropping Maddie's battered body to the
floor.  "You!" he roared.  "YOU are the great protector?"  He advanced on
Toby.

	"No, I'm the bait," Toby replied reasonably.  Fernando had
milliseconds for this to register before Terence clocked him.  He went down,
but not out -- and that meant follow-up -- and THAT meant Hank!  Hank lit
astride him and rocked him again and again with blows to the face, chest and
abdomen.  The lights went out well before the other three managed to pull
Hank off Fernando's inert body.

	Toby checked Maddie first -- she was battered, but conscious.  "Hank,
get in here!" he yelled.  That was probably what finally got Hank up off
Fernando.  Once free, he sprinted to Maddie, who wailed and crawled into his
lap as best she could.

	Toby checked Marta, who was still out, and whose face might require
stitches, at least.  "Terence, call Ma and Louise -- we're gonna need nurses,
at least.  The doctor would be a good idea!"

	"What are we gonna do with HIM?" Lon asked.

	"We'd better get them all out of here, for now," Toby mused.
""Somebody call Randy -- get the van!"

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	"I'm on it," Lon replied, reaching for his phone.  "At least
everybody's breathing!  Boy, did WE fuck up!"

	"Yeah, no shit!" Toby agreed.
	Louise got the first call.  "Mama, Maddie's old man beat the shit out
of her and her mama and we're gonna need a doctor!" Terence said
breathlessly.  "We took him out, so we probably better keep it in-house!"

	"I'll call Dr. Rankin and Beth," Louise replied, used to emergency
situations.  "Are we going there?'

	"No, the clubhouse," Terence replied.  "Might want to bring Damian,
too -- we need to handle Old Man Reyes, one way or another."

	"All right.  We'll meet you there!" Louise assured him, then got on
the phone -- first to Dr. Rankin, then to Beth.  Both were available, as they
were all on the seven to three shift that week.  It was decided that Robert
would pick up Beth and go to Carpenter's in a single vehicle.

	Randy got the call from Lon -- a surprise since they didn't talk
much.  "We've got trouble.  Maddie's dad beat the shit out of her and her
mama.  We beat on him, but we need to move everybody without making too much
of a scene.  Can you bring the van?"

	"Yeah, I guess... Fuck!"  Randy made excuses to his mother and hit
the road in under ten minutes.

	When the van arrived, Terence headed off, taking Brenda and Pietro in
his car in order to clear the driveway and keep the number of vehicles on
site down.  Lon and Terence manhandled Marta onto the backseat and then put
Fernando on the floorboards; Hank and Maddie they couldn't separate with a
crowbar; Hank picked Maddie up and carried her out to the van.  Since Hank
wasn't that much bigger than Maddie, it was a feat -- but he made it look
easy.  Maddie wasn't big by any stretch, but she was five feet seven and
sweetly curved -- and Hank was just short of six feet, and while muscular, he
wasn't hugely bulked; Lon figured Hank was running on pure adrenaline.
Getting them both into the back of the van without steps should have been
impossible -- but it wasn't.  Hank settled on the seat opposite Marta with
Maddie on his lap; it took everything he had not to stomp on her father.  Lon
rode along to keep an eye on the unconscious and Randy set out for the
clubhouse with Toby following.

	Unloading at Carpenter's was more difficult -- not for Hank, who went
down the stairs with Maddie in his arms without any help from Lon, who went
ahead of him in case of a fall -- but for everyone else.  It took Lon and
Terence to handle Marta, and four of them to get Fernando's round bulk down
the stairs.  "Why don't you just roll the sonofabitch down the stairs?" Hank
grated at one point; convincing him that Fernando ought to remain alive was
taking an effort.  The nursing staff arrived during unloading, and Dr. Rankin
directed that Marta be placed on the exam table first.  She had a broken nose
and would need stitches around her eye, bruises, and a possible broken rib.
She also apparently had a concussion; bringing her around was difficult, and
she was clearly disoriented.  Robert did the stitching and taping and Louise
took charge of the case, having the boys move her upstairs to the Carpenter's
guest room at Candace's insistence.  Pietro went along.

	Maddie came next; Fernando had known better than to do much to her
face besides slap her -- but she had a bloody nose.  Moving downward, she was
bruised and battered all around her rib cage and probably had two broken
ribs, her thighs were bruised from being kicked repeatedly, and he'd again
used a belt on her ass, drawing blood and reopening old sores.  "Why aren't
we calling the police?" Robert asked.

	"They're too scared of him to press charges," Toby replied.  "He'd
get out -- and probably kill one of them.  Besides, we kicked the shit out of
him..."

	"Well, THAT was justified," Robert opined.

	"The law wouldn't think so," Toby replied.

	"I guess not," Robert agreed.  "So what are you going to do with
him?"

	"You probably don't want to know," Toby told him.  "We'll be making
it up as we go along, but it won't be pleasant.  He'll live, though.  We just
want him to learn his lesson."

	"I wish you luck," Robert told him.  "The guy is a sociopath."

	"If you know of anything that would help..." Toby muttered.

	Robert shook his head.  "You're right -- I should stay out of it.
Hippocratic oath and all that."

	Robert examined Fernando on the floor.  He had a broken nose, too,
and bloody ears and a concussion.  Hank might have dislocated his left
shoulder, too, but if he did it was back in place.  There were bruises
everywhere, Fernando's face, especially.  "He needs to be watched for the
concussion, but he'll come around.  If you're going to bind him with
something, try not to leave marks -- use padded restraints or wide straps or
something.  Good luck."

	"Thanks, Doc.  Want to go home?" Toby asked.

	"No, I'll hang out in case someone needs more than is obvious.  Beth
will be watching him, right?"

	"Yes."

	"Maybe she can come up with some ideas for you."

	Beth's transplanted toy box had just the thing for restraints --
padded cuffs.  It had several other things that might come in handy too.
Robert advised against beating Fernando with anything that would leave a
mark, but there were plenty of items that would cause great pain but no
permanent injury -- and Beth was more than willing to assist.  First,
however, he needed to be awakened to ensure that the concussion wasn't worse
than expected.   Hank took Maddie out to the main room; Fernando was kept
behind the curtain in the area where the booths and BDSM implements were.