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Chapter 71 – Vote Tampering
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Copyright 2004
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"Tell us about what happened, Celeste. Take your time, we want to hear the entire story from the beginning," said Hoover McNally before taking a sip of his double mocha latte. Celeste Pearson, Hoover, and Anna Estelle were seated in the coffee bar at a Barnes & Noble book store in a mall located right off an exit of I-295, the chunk of interstate that circled Charleston, South Carolina.
Hoover and Anna Estelle actually knew almost all the details of how Colonel Mercer had entrapped the young couple and made them into sex slaves but they considered listening patiently and intently to Celeste's account a necessary step in gaining the woman's trust.
"And you will really help us? How do I know for sure?" asked Celeste. Her hands were wrapped around a napkin twisting it back and forth. She was clearly nervous about her meeting with Hoover and Estelle.
"You can talk to the Senator if you like?" asked Hoover handing Celeste his cell phone. "Would the word of a US Senator convince you?"
"You would recognize Senator Williams if you saw her?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Yes, of course, who wouldn't?" answered Celeste. Celeste considered that a dumb question. Senator Williams was one of the best-known women in America outside of Hollywood.
"Some people make a point of staying away from politics," said Anna Estelle. "It's good to know that you take an interest in our government."
"This is the latest G-3 cell phone model with a built in video camera. Senator Williams' is expecting your call. Just press 1 and you'll be connected," said Hoover handing Celeste the cell phone.
It's truly amazing how my life is changed in the last two months thought Celeste as she pressed 1 on the keypad. I never dreamed I'd be talking to a candidate for President. Celeste recalled her most recent conversation with her husband as she waited for the cell phone to connect.
It was Sunday afternoon and Celeste had gone to the mall to window shop. Her husband George was playing golf with his dad. He hadn't felt like going but he'd agreed to make up a foursome.
"At least I'll be standing up for the most part," said George to Celeste that morning after they finally managed to get out of bed. Both were hurting and sore from the previous night's activities.
"My bottom is red as a beet and my cunt and asshole are rubbed raw. Plus my tummy feels awful but that's not surprising, " said Celeste standing at the kitchen island sipping her coffee. She reached back to touch her butt wincing slightly from the contact.
"You should be thankful you have a pussy to share the burden of penile penetration. I lost count of the times someone stuck a cock up my ass. Take some Tylenol and you'll feel better. We've got two weeks to heal up. Hopefully, Mercer will leave us alone until the next party," said George.
"Not likely, he came over twice last week for a quickie or a booty call as he called it," said Celeste. "Until my pussy heals, maybe I can talk him into a blowjob."
"Yeah, that's just a quick fuck, no fun and games with whips and canes," said George.
"Cute, speaking of fun and games, you seemed to be enjoying yourself last night," said Celeste recalling how her husband had dressed and acted during last night's party.
"I won't deny that the dressing as a woman thing has struck a chord in me. All I can said is that I'm more surprised than you," said George. "The Colonel's parties have opened my mind and body to a side of myself I didn't know existed. Two months ago, I could honestly say I'd never touched another man's penis let alone had once stuck up my ass."
"I've changed too but I'm not sure that's a good thing Mercer's such a bastard. You weren't here both times he dropped by. He delights in humiliation. After he made me strip, he put a dog collar around my neck and lead me around the room calling me his bitch. He made me drink out of Spike's water bowl."
"I think he gets more of a kick out of degrading us than fucking us. He's weird too. He told me last night that at the next party, he expected me to dress and look like Senator Williams. He even gave me a picture of her in a blue pin stripped suit. He knows we don't have any money. When I mentioned we were broke, he told me to go to the Good Will store. He said that's a good place for a cross dresser to shop," said George. "How the fuck would he know that?"
"Who knows? Wednesday he brought his driver Henry inside. I had to suck and fuck the both of them and they weren't very nice about it. They kept forcing my mouth open and spitting in it," said Celeste with just a hint of bitterness. "They called me a cock sucking whore. I had to kneel on the floor sucking one cock while I jerked off the other one. I had to ride the Colonel while Henry fucked my ass. They kept changing positions and I had to suck their cocks after they'd been in my ass. At the end, they ejaculated all over my face and hair then smeared it all over me with their peters. It was disgusting."
"Sorry I wasn't here to help out. I had to work late. I'd have done my part," said George slipping on his lightweight golfer's pullover. "I've sucked Mercer's cock before and he's butt fucked me. I've also done Henry. He is a slime ball and he loves the spit thing. Swallowing a mouthful of someone else's spit is about as low as it gets. I feel half human after I've done that."
"If they just fucked us and let it go at that, I could deal with it. I don't think it bothers you as much as me that we're no longer a heterosexual couple. George, we've done things with Mercer and his bunch that we wouldn't have even considered last year. I'm not cut out to munch Debbie Mercer's rug while everyone watches. And then when that bitch pissed in my mouth and I had to swallow it while everyone laughed, it was just too gross. I barely managed not to puke."
"You seemed to handle eating her cunt all right. I was watching you. Your fingers were certainly busy enough in your pussy while your tongue was in her slit. As I recall, you and that new girl ate everyone's pussies most of whom had a minimum of two loads of jism," said George.
"I was drunk by that time. Her name is Sally by the way."
"Shit, Celeste, our only other option is to go to prison until we are old and gray. Given a choice between occasionally dressing up as a woman and the things that Colonel Mercer makes us do and a jail cell, I'll choose Colonel Mercer any day. How many times a day would I get butt fucked in that maximum security prison they put drug dealers? The same would go for you. You'd wind up some black girl's bitch eating her cunt twice a day?"
"I know you're right about there not being any other option. But you certainly did look like you were turned on last night."
"There's an old Chinese saying. If rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it," said George.
"I just worry what's going to come of us? How do we know that when Mercer finds a new couple to torture, he won't send us to prison for the rest of our lives," said Celeste stepping closer to George and wrapping her arms around him.
"We don't, at least for sure but what choice do we have," said George pulling his wife close for a hug. "We just have to hang on, keep the Colonel happy and hope everything turns out all right. Eventually, they'll get tired of us and move on to someone new. Hopefully by that time, it'll be too late for him to go the District Attorney with that video. He can't very well show up at the DA's and ask him to look at a two year old video."
"I know you're right. And if that were the only thing we had to face I could handle it. Capital One called this morning while you was in the shower. They threatened to take us to court for non-payment," said Celeste.
"Bastards, Sunday morning, don't they ever take a day off. What the fuck did they say?"
"Pay or they will take us to small claims court, garnishee our wages," said Celeste.
"Maybe we should declare bankruptcy and get it over with."
"No, that will ruin out credit. We'll never be able to buy a home. They'd probably fire me at the Legget & Watson," said Celeste referring to the law office where she worked as a paralegal.
"I've got to run but we'll talk tonight. Let's make one more try to work out a payment plan. I hope Dad's paying for golf because I can't," said George as he kissed Celeste and prepared to leave.
"I'm going to the mall and window shop," said Celeste. "Lord knows we don't have any money to spend."
It was mid afternoon at the mall when Anna Estelle approached Celeste. She had wandered into Barnes & Noble to browse recently published fiction when a stunning red head greeted her. The woman was well dressed in the latest fashion.
"Hello Celeste," said the woman.
"Pardon me but have we met?" said Celeste sure that if she had ever met anyone quite so beautiful and sophisticated she would remember her.
"No, Anna Estelle Berlusconi," said the woman extending her hand.
"Celeste Pearson," answered Celeste taking the woman's hand noting the size of the jewels on her wrists and fingers.
"We wish to extend an offer to you," said Anna Estelle.
"I'm afraid I can't buy anything. Our credit cards are maxed out."
"Yes, we know you owe $68,534.23 as of this morning to twelve different card companies You can no longer make the minimum payments. Interests and penalties have put you in an untenable position. You are worried about losing your condo and the telephone company had threatened to cut off your phone. Also if you don't bring your car payment current, the finance company will repossess your Acura next month. You face bankruptcy and loss of your job at Legget & Watson."
"You seem to know everything about me but nothing that couldn't be found on the Internet by contacting Commercial Credit or any of the credit services," said Celeste starting to feel threatened. Her recent experience with Colonel Mercer had put her on her guard.
"True but I don't think there is anywhere on the WEB where we could find out about last night. You and your husband George were at Colonel Mercer's lake house with the Colonel and the top echelon of the South Carolina Highway Patrol including their wives. The two of you and another couple, Duane and Sally Waters were the entertainment. The Water's situation is similar to your own. During the six hours you were there, you and your husband were subjected to various acts of sexual depravity. For example, while everyone watched, you performed oral sex on Debbie Mercer until she climaxed. Debbie rewarded your efforts by urinating in your mouth insisting that you swallow every drop. I could continue describing how they whipped you until you begged them to stop or how your husband dressed as a woman was sodomised by Colonel Mercer and the other males or is that enough?"
"More than enough. What do you want from me?" said Celeste shocked at Estelle partial recitation of last night's events.
"That's rather involved and something we need to discuss at length. Suffice it to say that we offer to solve two problems in return for your assistance. First, your credit card balances will be paid in full and second you will no longer be under the control of Colonel Mercer. You will once again be in a position to fuck only those you chose. Currently that's your husband and that handsome Bob Winthrop your boss. Bob's quite the stud. I could even picture myself with my legs wrapped around him. Of course, you're not the only female at Legget & Watson that's sleeping with Bob," said Anna Estelle.
"Jesus, I knew he was fucking that cunt Charlene. I caught her rubbing her tits on him the other day in our law library," said an agitated Celeste. Celeste had resisted Bob's advances when she first went to work at the firm; however, about six months ago, she had succumbed to his offers. She blamed her husband George because his lackadaisical land almost non-existent lovemaking had left her unsatisfied. The odd thing was that since their encounter with Colonel Mercer, George's sexual interest in her had been rekindled. But she still spent her Wednesday lunch break at Bob's apartment having sex. Bob's aggressive and demanding sexual performance had been just what she needed to keep her satisfied. Celeste reminded herself that six months ago she was not getting enough sex. Now I'm getting my brains fucked out Celeste reminded herself.
"Perhaps I should not have mentioned that. It was indiscreet. Celeste, in return for taking the time to talk to Hoover and myself, listen to our offer, we are empowered to offer immediate payment of half of your credit card debt," said Anna Estelle. "The other half would be paid upon completion of our little deal."
"You'd pay half just for listening?"
"Yes, half immediately," said Anna Estelle.
"Shit, what have I got to lose? Is that gentleman standing over there watching us, Hoover?"
"Yes, his full name is Hoover McNally and he and I are field operatives for Senator Candace Williams," said Anna Estelle.
"Senator Williams, the one who is running for President? That's odd. Her name came up at last night's party.
"How so," asked Anna Estelle?
"Two ways really, the Staties were all talking about how a woman from the North could never win an election in a red state like South Carolina. They did all agree that they would love to fuck her and make her into a whore."
"You mentioned two ways," said Anna Estelle.
"Colonel Mercer has a thing for Senator Williams. He told George that at the next party he was to try to look like the Senator. He even gave George a picture of the Senator and told him to use that as a guide."
"Interesting, I can only say that Senator Williams is a tremendous person who will make a great President. And she is asking for your help to assure that the upcoming election is fair and aboveboard," said Anna Estelle.
"What the hell have I got to do with that? I'm planning to vote for the Senator. Actually that's a lie. I've never even bothered to register. But if I did vote, I'd vote for the Senator. George and his dad say that women shouldn't be President."
"All will be explained in due time. I feel like a mocha latte with lots of whip cream," said Anna Estelle taking Celeste by the hand and leading her toward the coffee bar. In a matter of moments, Celeste found herself seated between Anna Estelle and Hoover listening to their offer.
Following Hoover's directions, Celeste pressed one on the cell phone. In a matter of seconds, the phone signaled that the connection was made. The tiny screen flickered. Celeste found herself staring at Senator Candace Williams seated at her desk in Washington.
"Good morning, Celeste," said Candace. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Good morning, Senator. This is really something. I've never met a US Senator before," said Celeste.
"Celeste, I need your help. While I wish we had more time to chat, I have a meeting to attend so with your permission let me cut to the chase. For making this call, my bank will wire transfer half of the balance owed to each of the twelve credit card companies. Tomorrow noon, you should go to their WEB sites and verify that your balances have been reduced by half,' said Senator Williams.
"That is just so terrific of you. I don't know how to thank you enough," said Celeste starting to cry. "You have no idea the strain I've been under lately. I can't wait to tell George."
"Telling George might not be a good idea, Celeste but I leave it to Hoover, Anna Estelle, and you to work out all the details. What we will be asking you to do could be dangerous. But Hoover and his people will always be nearby in case something goes wrong. Celeste, are you willing to help?" asked Senator Williams.
"Yes, if I can," said a teary-eyed Celeste.
"Excellent, Celeste, we'll have to get together the next time I'm in South Carolina," said Senator Williams.
"That would be wonderful. Thank you so much, Senator," said Celeste.
Hoover took the cell phone, spoke a few words with the Senator and ended the call.
"Now, you were going to tell us about how George and you became Colonel Mercer's sex slaves," said Anna Estelle.
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