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Construction Site Rape
by Purfect9 (purfect9@aol.com)
1997
***
Caught alone on a construction site a woman is
subjected to violent attack. (M+/F, nc, sn, extreme)
***
DISCLAIMER: The following copyrighted story contains
sex, and extreme violence. It is not suitable for most
people under thirty, and NO ONE UNDER 21. If you are
squeamish about rape and torture, go elsewhere. If you
wish to remain naïve and innocent, be warned that this
story may leave you forever immune to shock and
astonishment.
***
Becky was pleased with the new gymnasium. Being the
girls' Phys.Ed. teacher and coach as well as being on
the school board, she'd had a great deal of input on
the design of the new building. Having just had a quick
workout on the new equipment in the exercise room, she
was now organizing her new office, adjacent to the
girls' locker room. She had to make sure everything was
in place for opening day tomorrow. "I'm so anal" she
thought.
Her husband should be arriving any minute, and she'd
give him a quick tour of the facility before they
walked hand in hand out to the parking lot. It was
starting to get dark, and she didn't want to walk past
that construction crew by herself.
"I wish that BITCH gym teacher would come walking by
about now. I'd shove this thing right up her ass!" It
was Cliffs turn on the jackhammer. Because of this last
minute change in the blueprints, his company was
working on Labor Day to tear up 15 yards of concrete
that they had poured in what was now obviously the
wrong place. And because of a noise ordinance, they
could only run the hammer until 8:45, so they were
busting ass to bust the cement up, and throw the pieces
into the truck.
"I want my door to be over HERE, closer to my office"
Cliff mocked, imitating Becky's voice, to the delight
of his two member crew.
Cliff and Chris (actually Christopher, nicknamed
"Balls") took turns on the jackhammer while Chris
(actually Christine, nicknamed "No Balls") carried the
chunks to a wheelbarrow and rolled them out to the
truck. She was the largest member of the crew, 5'10"
and 185 lbs. Just a bit taller than Balls or Cliff.
Still, as a matter of chivalry, they tried to give her
the easiest jobs, and operating the big jackhammer was
no picnic. "Don't want your tits to shrivel up like one
of them female body builders, do ya?" They'd say.
Cliff had hired her as a token minority just so they
could get government contracts like this one. In this
sleepy little town, his was the only construction
company to employ a female and a black (even if they
were the same person).
But he soon came to realize that Christine could pull
her own weight. And once he got over being prejudice,
he realized that she wasn't too hard on the eyes,
either. He and Balls had come to treat her just like
one of the guys. They all liked beer. They all liked
Rock & Roll, and one more thing they had in common,
they all lusted after white women!
Darkness was falling as they removed the last of the
concrete. Cliff began winding up the extension cord
that had brought power to the air compressor from an
outlet just inside the girls' locker room door. When he
opened the door to unplug it, he froze, shocked by what
he saw. He motioned to his crew to come over, and also
made a silent "Shhh" gesture.
As they stood in the doorway they saw, from a distance
of about 20', the bitch gym teacher who had caused them
so much grief. She was naked, lying on a bench between
a row of lockers. Her feet were flat on the floor on
each side of the bench, her legs spread just wide
enough to see the glistening pinkness of her wet pussy
slit. Her head was hanging over the end of the bench,
and a man, also naked, was fucking deeply in and out of
her face. Though his dick was hidden from view, it was
obviously quite large judging by the bulge which
traversed her neck with every full lunge.
Her chest heaved as she struggled on the bench, trying
to pull away from the implement. Her big tits flopped
around wildly, and faint wheezing sounds could be heard
as she managed to suck in eeks of air through her nose
or around the sides of his pumping shaft on the out
stroke.
Curiously, her arms did not participate in this
struggle for survival. They led underneath the bench,
apparently secured there somehow, out of sight and out
of the way.
Still her writhing was intense. Just when it looked as
though she might manage to flop off the bench, the man
slapped his hands down on her tits, pressed her down
firmly, and shoved forward with all his might.
Overpowered and overwhelmed, she suddenly quit moving.
She felt him stiffen, his fingers digging painfully
into her breasts. She gave up on the idea of breathing,
and instead prepared herself to swallow.
The transfer of semen began. She could almost hear the
churning in his nuts, pressed firmly into her forehead.
She felt the pulsations pass her lips, felt the head of
his weapon swell, and then felt goo begin to puddle in
her esophagus. Swallow she thought. Swallow quickly so
I'll be able to BREATHE as soon as he pulls out.
He was beginning to pull back as his spurts grew
weaker. Her lips were no longer mashed into his pubic
hair. Her convulsing throat tube shrank back to normal
size as the head retreated back into her mouth. Another
spurt coated her tongue, and then he pulled past her
lips, smearing the final few drops of white stuff onto
her lips as though it were chapstick.
As he sat back on his heels and then lay down on his
back, he heard her suck in a huge breath, cough it back
out, and then suck in another. He looked up at her cum-
stained face. Her mouth was still wide open, her eyes
were closed, and her blonde hair hung to the floor, a
sharp contrast to her thick black bush. When she
inhaled, her tits came into view, and on the exhale
they dropped below his vantage.
FROM THE OTHER END of the row of lockers, the silent
voyeurs stared, stunned. None of them had thought to
intervene in this matter, for they had all enjoyed the
spectacle of this woman's plight. Especially Cliff. For
this was the very woman who had caused him grief
throughout every stage of this construction project.
She had hated him from the day the contract was
awarded. Her husband had put in a bid for the same job.
A cheaper bid in fact. But his company employed no
minorities so the contract had gone to Cliff by
default.
And now here she was. Tied to a locker room bench
naked. Savagely raped in the mouth. And about to have
her humiliation quadrupled when she realized that there
were witnesses to her debasement.
She had raised her pelvis to relieve the strain on her
backward bent neck. Now her buttocks lowered slowly
back onto the bench as her breathing returned to
normal. She slid a few inches toward the foot of the
bench so that her head could rest on the wood. She
worked her jaw from side to side, opened and closed her
mouth a few times just to make sure it still
functioned. Then she spoke. "Was it really necessary
for you to ram it ALL THE WAY IN?" She asked quietly,
staring up at the ceiling.
"You said you wanted it to be just like a real rape"
the man replied.
"Maybe we can help" said Cliff, flicking on the light
switch. The naked couple both looked to the doorway,
startled. "Chris, go help the man up. As a matter of
fact, help him up onto that chair." Both Chris's
hurried to the side of the naked man grabbing him
roughly and standing him on a folding chair nearby. He
tried to struggle, but they managed to force his hands
behind his back, securing them with electrical tape.
Becky was screaming at them to leave him alone, until
Cliff walked over and muffled her screams with a duct
tape gag. Then he cut his own extension cord in half,
forming one end into a strange looking orange noose. He
tossed it over a sprinkler system pipe, fitted the
noose around the naked mans head, and tied it off
securely with only an inch or two of slack.
"Now if you give us any trouble at all, I might need to
borrow your chair, comprendo?"
The man nodded, and "no balls" Chris ran some more tape
around his wrists, and then similarly secured his
ankles. Cliff tore off a couple more pieced of duct
tape to for a gag for the man.
"The chair works, but I got a better idea" said Balls,
as he headed down a hallway.
No Balls began to strip, but Cliff just dropped his
toolbelt and his pants.
Then they turned their attention to Becky. "You lick
me, we get along fine. You don't lick me, you don't get
to breath. You bite me, I might need to sit down, and
your hubby there loses his chair privileges." With
that, No Balls sat on Becky's face. Heavily.
Becky's world went dark. Both because the zoftig black
woman's buttocks completely covered her face, but also
from lack of oxygen. Her air supply was once again
interrupted, this time even more completely, by female
genitalia. Her nose was pinched between the gelatinous
black buttocks, and her wide open mouth was completely
covered by a big wet pussy.
Remembering the black woman's instructions, Becky stuck
out her tongue. Immediately, the smothering crotch
began to slide back and forth, releasing her nostrils
and allowing for small gasps of air to move in and out
of Becky's mouth once in a while.
In the meantime, Cliff was twisting the white nipples,
sucking on the black ones, and trying to align his
throbbing hard-on with Becky's furry slit. No Balls
helped by pulling Becky's leg's all the way up until
her feet were touching her wide black shoulders, and
then pushing them to the sides.
That was all Cliff needed, and he ran his cock all the
way in with one thrust.
Becky started to struggle, but stopped immediately as
Chris put all her weight on Becky's face for a few
moments while Cliff began to ram in and out.
Both rapists worked rapidly toward orgasm, each
stimulated by the sight of the others' actions. When
they realized they were going to cum at the same time,
they leaned toward each other and kissed deeply.
Becky's cunt was pumped full of man-juice at the same
time she was eagerly lapping, sucking and swallowing
copious amounts of pussy-juice. She wanted to come too;
she just didn't want her husband to know. Thank god the
pussy muffled her groans of pleasure. She had been
close, but now as the rapists dismounted her, her
arousal turned to shame.
About this time, Balls came trotting back into the
locker room, carrying a small, portable stair climber
and a brand new wooden baseball bat. "I got this from
the exercise room, and this from the sports equipment
room" he said, cutting the tape around the naked man's
ankles. He set the step machine down in front of the
folding chair.
The pedals, at their peak, were almost as high as the
chair. But when weight was applied, they would slowly
sink to the floor. Both "steps" operated independently.
Right now, they were both up, each held in place by a
shock absorber-like device. But if you stood on both
pedals at once, you would slowly sink to the floor.
"Great bit of engineering!" Cliff said as he stuffed
his satisfied cock back into his pants. Balls and No
Balls lifted the naked man by the armpits while Cliff
replaced the chair with the stepper. When released, the
man quickly got the idea. He began an endless climb for
survival. Cliff sat in the chair and lit a cigar. He
began to work on the other half of the extension cord,
the one he had cut in two to make the noose. This piece
he stripped off the insulation from the cut end with
his razor knife.
Balls took the baseball bat and walked over to Becky's
bench. Throwing his tool belt aside, he dropped his
pants. Becky looked at the bat. "Are you going to hurt
me?" She asked weakly.
"Yes Ma'am! First I'm gonna fuck you up the ass with
this" he said, grabbing his nearly erect cock. "Then
I'm gonna fuck you up the ass with this!" He swung the
bat down, hitting the bench with a loud THWACK! Right
between her thighs.
"But first, I wanna know why your nipples aren't erect.
Aren't you excited by my cock?"
"Just undo my hands, and I'll pinch them for you. They
get really hard. The handcuff key is in my husbands
pants pocket, in that locker on the end."
"Pinch them, eh? That sounds like a great idea!" Balls
walked toward the locker but stopped instead at his
toolbelt. From it, he retrieved his favorite pair of
pliers. He pinched those nips, all right. And they did
get hard. And Becky began screaming her head off. "Can
someone please shut her up?"
No Balls, still naked, again squatted on Becky's face.
This time facing away from her. This way, she could
watch the woman's husband exercise, and off to the side
she saw Cliff working on his extension cord. "Why was
he crimping alligator clips to the bare wire ends?" She
thought. But then she was distracted as Balls tucked
Becky's legs under her armpits. The scream was muffled
as Balls rammed his cock up her ass, and began fucking
in and out in earnest.
While he fucked, he went from playing with Becky's big
tits to Christine's big ass cheeks. This extra
attention propelled the black woman to another climax,
and watching Christine fuck the helpless white woman's
face brought him to his orgasm sooner than he would
have liked. He rammed his cock deep, and unloaded his
balls deep into her bowels.
For the second time today, Becky had caused but not
shared in a simultaneous orgasm.
Balls pulled up his pants as No Balls dismounted from
Becky's face. "My friends call me "Balls", but you can
call me 'Bat-man'" he said to her. "So tell me, gym
teacher, you plan on having kid's someday?"
"Yes" Becky replied. "I'm Catholic. I want to have a
big family."
"Well then, I'll make you a deal. I was gonna ram this
thing up your snatch to get it all juicy before I
rammed it up your ass, but that might fuck up your
reproductive plumbing. So I'm willing to skip that if
you want to. Of course, that'll just make it go in
harder, but I'll do you another favor, and loosen it up
with the small end first.
"All you gotta do in exchange for me being so nice to
you is be nice to No Balls there again. This time I
want you to lick her asshole for her OK? And if you
don't do a good job, the deals off. I swear I'll ram
this bat right up your snatch and pound it in with a
hammer!"
"What do you think of this deal, No Balls?"
"I think it's been a real long time since I felt a
white girls tongue lappin' at my butt-hole!" She spread
her cheeks and lowered her anus onto Becky's face.
Again she took the liberty of tucking Becky's long legs
under her armpits, and watched intently as Balls
pressed the bat handle against her anus.
Then he shoved hard, and Becky pulled her head back and
screamed. It hadn't gone in! But still it hurt like
hell.
"Shut up! Now listen. You gotta help. Now on the count
of three, you push out with your bowels, and I'll push
in as hard as I can. And by the way, aren't you
supposed to be licking ass?" Becky pressed her tongue
against the black girl's asshole again, but knew she
would not be able to help him get the bat in.
Especially with him pushing as hard as he could. If it
did get past her sphincter, it might go in two feet
before it stopped! Instead of pushing out, when she
heard him count "3" she clenched all her muscles tight,
and again escaped the cruel impalement.
"BITCH!" He hissed at her. Holding the knob of the bat
handle against her ass, he began beating the big end
with a hammer. No balls had shifted so that the blonde
was again tonguing her slit, and she applied enough
weight to sufficiently muffle the gasps that came with
each hammer blow. A fraction of an inch at a time, the
bat forced her anus inward until finally it lost its
grip, sliding over the knob and up on the neck of the
bat.
Tossing aside the hammer, Balls stroked the bat in and
out. Now that the knob was past her sphincter, it moved
back and forth easily. And as it churned around the
semen he had recently deposited in her bowels, the bat
became lubricated and the motion became painless to
Becky.
Cliff, now finished with the wiring, came up behind No
Balls and spread her ass cheeks. "How about I give you
a little taste of what he's giving her. Lean forward."
She did, and felt Cliff's hard cock press into her spit
slick anus. She sighed, burying her face in Becky's
muff. Cliff's balls banged into Becky's forehead as he
buried his cock to the hilt in Christine's rectum.
The girls continued to 69 while the guys did their
level best to tear apart some ass. Suddenly, Finally,
Becky came. As she did, her ass convulsively spasmed,
tightly gripping the bat. Balls yanked it completely
out, HARD. This action hurt badly, but really set her
off. She licked and sucked; writhed and spasmed under
the big black woman, once again setting off an orgasmic
chain of events. Her actions caused Christine to cum
and cum hard. Cliff felt the spasms rock her bowels,
and his cock couldn't take the pressure. He came,
hosing a huge load into her milking butt-hole.
Cliff pulled his pecker out, but before Christine's
anus could seal itself shut, a big glob of semen leaked
out, falling onto the bridge of Becky's nose. From
there, it divided, about half running into each eye.
"GET IT OUT OF MY EYES! IT BURNS!"
Cliff whispered something in Christine's ear. Both were
standing now, but both were still directly over Becky's
head. And suddenly, they were both pissing on the white
woman's face. Becky started to scream, but instantly
re-thought and rejected that idea. Cliff, with his
superior aim, actually did manage to rinse the semen
out of her eyes.
Christopher meanwhile had retrieved the handcuff key
from the locker, along with the man's wallet. "$300
bucks." He counted, handing a third to each partner.
"That should about cover our overtime tonight."
"I still wanna ram the big end of that bat up her ass
before we go. She liked the small end too much." In a
minute, Becky found herself face down on the bench, a
tool belt around her waist holding her belly tight to
the board. Duct tape held her panties in her mouth.
Then she felt the bat, the big end, against her anus.
He pushed; she clenched. He pushed harder; she clenched
harder. He pushed with all his might; she clenched with
all her might. He hammered; she groaned. It hurt, but
both rapist and victim were beginning to realize that
it was simply too big.
"GODDAMMIT!" He cursed, throwing the bat down in
disgust. She sighed with relief. Finally, she had won
one round, or so she thought 'till Cliff spoke up.
"It's an engineering problem. Run out to the truck, get
the grease gun, the jackhammer, the air compressor, and
a circular saw."
While Balls ran the errand, No Balls decided to check
on Mr. Woods. He was sweaty and breathing a little
hard, but not in bad shape. She knelt before him. "This
is what a girl can do with her mouth when you don't
make her gag on it." She inhaled his flaccid penis and
began to work. It hardened in her mouth and she
fingered his nuts for a moment before moving her hands
to her own breasts and fondling them. She looked up at
him, sliding her big soft lips steadily back and forth
on his boner. Soon, he came; and she swallowed every
drop.
Cliff meanwhile had flipped off the light switch in the
small office adjacent to the locker room. Then he
unscrewed the bulb from its fixture, replacing it with
a screw in plug adapter. Making sure the modified ends
of his extension cord half weren't touching each other,
he plugged it into the light fixture. Then he took a
ball of string from the desk and cut a long piece.
He tied this to the light switch and threw the other
end over the sprinkler system pipe above Mr. Wood and
tied this too around his neck. Now if he hanged
himself, he would also flip the light switch on,
electrify the modified extension cord, and give a truly
shocking experience to whoever was on the business end
of those tiny alligator clips.
Balls was back. Cliff surveyed the fruits of his
errand. He plugged in both the circular saw and the air
compressor. With the saw, he cut off the knob of the
bat handle. Then he fitted the bat into the chuck of
the jackhammer.
"It doesn't quite fit. I'll have to nigger-rig it."
"You'll have to WHAT rig it?" Asked No Balls.
"I'm sorry. You know I've been a red-neck all my life.
But since I met you there's not a prejudice boner in my
body. I didn't mean anything by that."
"OK, but just remember, after you CLIFF-rig that to the
hammer, it'll fuck up a masculine ass just as well as
it will a feminine ass." They all laughed. Except
Becky.
Inserting the tip of the grease gun into Becky's anus,
Cliff addressed Balls.
"All you needed was more lubrication, and MORE POWER!"
"Or maybe some BLACK POWER" opined No Balls, "Do ya
think maybe I could run the hammer just this once? I
mean, bustin' an ass can't be as hard as bustin'
concrete."
Cliff shrugged, and Balls nodded, so she grabbed the
jackhammer handles and maneuvering the new 'bit'
between the victims' buttocks.
Pushing on the tool, the piston retreated into the
machine, ready to thrust forward when the air forced it
out. Cliff and Balls each held a shoulder to brace her
as No Balls prepared to pull the trigger. Balls also
let one hand rest on one of Christine's big black
buttocks.
Becky was pulling at the tool belt that held her in
place. Her hands behind her back could not muster the
leverage needed to pull the belt a little tighter to
release the buckle. Cliff's tool belt held her waist so
tightly to the bench that she could not even take a
full breath..
Suddenly, her world exploded. The nude black woman
behind her had pulled the trigger, and the big end of
the baseball bat suddenly rammed 8" past her tightly
clenched sphincter hole about 100 times. Then it
stopped, buried deep in her guts.
"God that hurts" said Christine! Her tits had just
bounced to hell and back. "Let's do it again!" She did,
pulling the trigger, this time longer. Becky had to
escape. She thrashed, THRASHED. Her arms, legs, head,
every part of her resisted, and then collapsed when the
hammer rested.
"MY TURN!" Exclaimed Balls. Not having a big pair of
wobbly boobs on his chest to get in the way, he was
able to endure the vibrations from the hammer for as
long as he wanted. And to Becky, it seemed like
forever. He watched, fascinated as a pool of urine
formed on the bench between her thighs.
By the time the perverted butt-rape stopped, she was
delirious, drifting in and out of consciousness. Her
head rolled slowly from side to side, tears running
like open faucets from her eyes.
"That was way cool" said Balls. "You wanna try, Boss?"
"Sure, but I've got another hole in mind. I don't
really see a family in this bitches future anyway, do
you?" He winked at Balls.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Becky screamed unintelligibly into her
gag. They pulled the bat out of her ass, noting that
the hole remained wide open for a few moments before it
slowly began to shrink in on itself. It would be no
surprise if it never did close up completely.
Her world exploded again, this time as her vagina was
ripped apart. The bat punched from her outer labia to
her cervix and back again. And again. And again. In
less than a minute, Becky's fuck-hole had endured more
thrusts from a baseball bat than it had ever taken from
every penis she had ever encountered.
Cliff stopped for a moment to say to his crew "Watch
this. I'm gonna stretch her out a little." He pulled
the trigger again. He had been holding it at an angle
that allowed the bat to thrust straight into her body,
but now he moved it as it thrust, rotating his end,
(and therefore her end) in an ever widening circle.
Finally, the angle became too wide, and at the very top
of one rotation, the bat slipped from her hole on the
withdraw stroke and when it punched forward it caught
on the top flesh of her pussy (including her clit) and
pounded it into the bench. No balls gasped. "Danm, that
musta hurt!"
Cliff pulled the hammer away from her ruined womanhood,
but Becky continued to convulsively writhe about on the
bench. And she seemed to be having trouble breathing as
well. It was Christine who realized what the problem
was.
Becky was vomiting into her gag, being forced to
swallow the bile; which in turn caused her to vomit
again. In an act of mercy, she ripped the gag out of
Becky's mouth, allowing her to throw up freely.
Woods still climbed, tears running down his cheeks from
having witnessed the debasement of his beautiful wife.
"Shit, it's past 10:00. We gotta get outta here!"
exclaimed Cliff. "Anybody have one more fantasy before
we go?"
"As a matter of fact," said No Balls, "I'd like to whip
a white guy. I mean, my ancestors were SLAVES, and
sometimes I have nightmares about being OWNED by a
white guy who WHIPS ME. I know I just couldn't stand
that, and I have to get even by WHIPPING A HONKEY!
"OK" said Cliff. "Use his belt, it's in that locker.
How about you Balls?"
"Well, yes, I do have an unfulfilled fantasy. But I'm
too embarrassed to share it with you."
What do you mean, too embarrassed? We just raped the
piss out of this gym teacher together. What do you
think you can't share?"
"Well," said Chris. "I've never done it with a mumble,
mumble." His face turned bright red and his eyes cast
downward.
"You've never done it with a WHAT?"
"A BLACK GIRL! OK? I've never done it with a Black
girl. From behind. Standing up. While she's whipping a
white guy."
"Dumb red-neck. It's your lucky day. Come on." No balls
began to lead Christopher away, and then turned back to
Cliff. "What about you, Boss. Got any last minute games
to play?"
"Yeah, I've still got a few more lessons for our
favorite teacher. You kids have fun now." He lit
another cigar and went to work, glancing back from time
to time to see Balls fucking the daylights out of No
Balls, while she whipped Woods on the ass and back as
hard as she could, shouting racial slurs at him while
he continued to climb.
He pulled apart the cheeks of Becky's ass once again,
gently this time, so as not to wake her. He notes that
the hole had collapsed to about the size of his cigar.
"Here, hold this for me." He said, more for his own
amusement than for any response from her. Then he
pushed the unlit end a couple of inches into her butt.
She hardly felt it, for now.
Cliff removed the tool belt. To hold her in place, he
used up the rest of the big roll of duct tape. From her
ankles to the tops of her thighs, from the small to the
middle of her back, from her upper torso to her neck,
Gray tape fastened her to the locker room bench.
He had pulled her boobs to the sides so that rather
than resting on the bench, they hung below it. They
looked especially big now, with gravity in their favor.
He reached down for the extension cord and clipped the
alligator clamps onto her dangling nipples. She inhaled
sharply, but didn't seem to wake up.
"Oh yeah! I'm comMINGGG!" Screamed No Balls as he
emptied his balls into her. She had given up on
whipping Woods when Balls had pushed her to her knees,
and then laid her flat as he stroked into her from
behind. While they uncoupled and dressed, Cliff
explained to Woods how if he could keep climbing 'till
school opened tomorrow, someone would probably rescue
them from this embarrassing situation. If not, he would
be hanged, and his wife electrocuted.
Either way, the Cliff & Co. Construction Company would
deny any involvement in tonights activities, and all
three of them would swear to it. "Our word against
yours, Woods. If you survive."
Becky was starting to moan again. She felt something
hot between her buttocks. "Something's Burning me!" She
screamed. Her butt crack was on fire.
"OOOOOOWWWWWW!!" she wailed as a red hot ember fell to
her pussy slit. Then suddenly the cigar in her asshole
burned its way past her sphincter ring, and begun
melting the delicate lining of her intestine. Again,
she passed out.
The crew gathered their equipment together to make sure
they didn't leave anything behind. They disassembled
the "rape hammer" and Cliff decided to take the bat as
a souvenir. They wiped their fingerprints off
everything, including Mr. & Mrs. Woods. "What about
fluid evidence, like semen and piss and maybe hair?"
Asked Balls.
"This should rinse everything down the drain," replied
Cliff, knocking off the four nearest sprinkler heads
with his claw hammer.
As a matter of tradition, Cliff always bought beer for
the crew after completing a contract. The only thing
different this time was the card game they played at
Ball's apartment. Instead of Euchre, they were about to
play their first game of strip poker. But first Cliff
read aloud from the local paper while Balls tried to
find a poker deck.
"BIZARRE DOUBLE HOMICIDE CLOUDS OPENING OF NEW
PHYS.ED.COMPLEX."
"Construction crew working outside sees van load of
'hippie types' leaving the scene." Cliff turns the
page. "In a related story, the untimely death of Wood's
Contracting Co. chief exec. leaves many construction
contracts up for re-biding." And in the want ad's
"School district seeking new ladies phys.ed. teacher
and coach. Must also be well versed in Sex Ed. Equal
Opportunity Employer." "Hey No Balls, Why don't you
apply?"
Cliff was clearly the better poker player, having lost
only his shirt and shoes by the time the others were
naked. Christine offered him a blow job as payment for
losing the last hand, but Cliff knew by the way the
Chris's had been eyeing each other all night that he
was the third wheel and that he should leave the two
kids alone.
He guzzled his beer, grabbed another for the road,
grabbed his shirt and shoes, and was off. The flashing
lights in his mirror surprised him so much that he damn
near spilled his beer, but managed to hide it under the
seat.
"I'll need to see your license and registration sir.
Have you been drinking tonight? Not at all, eh? Well
I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."
When he opened the door, beer ran out onto the
officers' shoes.
As Cliff sat in the back of the patrol car, the cop
searched his truck. He set three or four beer cans on
the roof, and Cliff knew he could explain that they
were just returnables he hadn't redeemed yet. But then
the officer pulled a baseball bat from the cab, looked
at it closely, and walked back to the car. "Sir, can
you explain why the end has been cut off that bat? The
reason I'm curious is because we just investigated a
crime scene yesterday where the knob end of a baseball
bat was found, and if that end matches that bat, you
may be in a bit of trouble."
Cliff mumbled something about needing a small round
piece of wood to patch a hole in a wall somewhere, but
the cop stopped him. "Sir, does any member of your
construction crew have long blonde hair. There were a
few strands of long blonde hair in your cab."
"I see, a hitchhiker. Does this receipt for a new 50'
heavy duty extension cord belong to you? It does?"
"Sir, I don't think you should try to explain anymore
until you've consulted with an attorney. By the way, if
your new home is where I think it's gonna be, I hope
they let you take your grease gun with you. 'Cause I
hear they don't treat rapists too well. And you know,
they just switched to aluminum bats for the prison
softball team.
"You have the right to remain silent. Or you can tell
me where to find your accomplices. Then I won't have to
zap it outta you with my stun gun on your balls..."
END
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This story contained gratuitous violence and was written
as an adult fantasy. Children should not be subjected to
such material. Presumably adults can tell the difference
between reality and fantasy, children have to experience
more of life to do the same. Keep this and all erotic
stories away from children. Thanks you.
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