Chapter 14 - Problem Solving
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I'm going to hurl thought Hoover as he returned to consciousness with an
overwhelming desire to puke. He quickly reconsidered when he realized there was
a piece of duct tape across his mouth. He'd heard of guys choking to death on
their own vomit. Hoover swallowed it back, a task made more difficult by his
hanging upside down.
Calm yourself, McNally; get your guts under control. What the fuck happened?
Where the hell am I? Breathe slowly through my nose Hoover told himself.
Hoover always thought of himself as a tough guy. He had the credentials. He
had done a hitch in the Marines and later been a cop in Revere for ten years.
After he got bounced from the force, Hover had spent the last ten years working
as a private investigator. People who needed some dirt on a spouse, business
associate or a union organizer knew that McNally Investigations could be
expected to supply the right kind of information. However, Hoover's current
situation didn't look good. Hoover reminded himself that he turned forty-two
last month, and right now he didn't feel all that tough.
There was tape wrapped around his head covering his eyes and there was cotton
or something like it under the tape so it was "darker than the inside of a well
digger's ass" as Hoover old man would have expressed it.
After a few more moments of returning consciousness, Hoover's other senses
provided further details about his predicament. He was hung upside down
suspended by his ankles. There was some kind of wide leather cuff wrapped around
each ankle. His legs were spread wider than his waist and there was something
maybe a wooden bar that kept them exactly that distance apart.
Hoover was gently swinging back and forth. His arms were tied behind his back
causing his shoulders to ach. There was a slight breeze possibly from an air
duct located somewhere above him. The feeling of cool air blowing across his
nuts served to inform Hoover that he was completely naked.
There was one more sensation that Hoover wished he didn't have. There was
something in his ass and it went all the way up inside his guts. He felt like it
ended above his navel. There was a painful cramp coming from deep in his bowels.
Someone had put something long and large up in Hoover's colon and that did not
portend that good things were about to happen.
Hoover recalled how he and his partner, Tony Camarilla, on the Revere PD had
once caught two niggers beating the shit out of a white drug dealer who was one
of their informants. He and Tony had handcuffed the two butts up, bent over a
stair railing. Tony was a character and he loved a joke. He pulled down the
bottoms of their $200 running suits exposing their black asses to the ceiling.
"You keep them here, I'll be right back," yelled Tony as he skipped down the
stairs. Tony ran over to a bodega and returned with two jumbo-sized cucumbers.
Hoover recalled how the spades screamed when Tony shoved that cucumber all the
way up their asses. He used a billy club to drive that cuke about ten inches
deep. He and Tony had laughed their heads off watching the two coons walk off
bent over, moaning, and holding their guts. Hoover later heard the staff at Mass
General's ER couldn't quit laughing either as they removed the cucumbers on the
operating table.
Outside of a few female fingers and a strap-on dildo, he once talked his ex
wife into trying on him; Hoover's rectum was virgin territory until now.
Having concluded he was not in a good situation and there was not a damn
thing he could do about it, Hoover decided to occupy his mind by recalling how
he had gotten in this fix in the first place. It started when Ron Worthington
called looking for a report on Candace Williams by the end of the week.
"Find out everything you can. We heard that Bikers helped her gather the
signatures for her election petition. There's got to be something funny about
her," said Ron.
"Cost you $2,000 a day plus expenses," replied Hoover.
"Bullshit, that's retail and we don't pay retail. I know you work for less,"
replied Ron.
"Business is good lately. I'll have to re-prioritize, $2,000 or get someone
else," said Hoover running a bluff. He wasn't all that busy.
"All right, I don't have time to find anyone else. Bill us $2500 a day and
I'll expect $500 back in cash when I see you next," said Ron.
Hoover had never had any problem with kickbacks so he agreed to Ron's request.
Ron had also mentioned that Mike Harrington seemed to have a thing for Candidate
Williams and any candid photographs would be appreciated.
"What does that perverted boss of yours want, a shot of Williams taking a
piss," asked Hoover?
"Yea, or a dump, you used to be pretty good at peeking in bedroom windows, a
shot of her sucking her husband's dick would be nice. Shit, I'm just a
messenger. Mile got a hard on for her and wants some wacking material," said
Ron.
"I'm surprised, given that she's already graduated high school," said Hoover.
"Me too, the Congressman usually prefers his poontang before they start to
bleed. See what you can get, maybe a crotch shot of her climbing out of her
car. Her skirts are pretty short. Mike wants something we can pass around to the
male voters of the district," said Ron.
"Doesn't he realize that'll cause the swinging dicks of District 12 to vote
for her," said Hoover.
"Like I said, I'm just a messenger," said Ron ending the conversation.
He had been following the Williams Campaign from one appearance to another
for the last three days. The pace was grueling. It was Rotary meeting followed
by Senior Citizens Center appearance followed by Chamber of Commerce luncheon
and so on at a pace that seemed impossible for a normal human being. And at each
appearance, Candace was relaxed, charming, incredibly well informed and managing
to say all the right things. How she did it for fourteen to sixteen hours a day
was way beyond Hoover's understanding.
By the third day, Hoover was exhausted. He figured that although Mike
Harrington was paying him $2500 a day plus expenses, that was for an eight-hour
day. That woman Candace Williams is a machine and the most effective political
campaigner that I've seen since John Kennedy. Hoover had been around Boston
politics enough to know that it was won at the grass roots level. It was
attending wakes, congratulating new parents, and establishing face-to-face
contact with seniors, working people, union officials, and a thousand others.
That was how elections were won in the land of the Kennedy's. You win by being
up close and personable not by expounding grand ideas about the future of the
republic.
And Candace Williams was the best he had ever seen. She hit just the right
notes with everyone she met. Hoover was going to have to tell Ron Worthington
that Congressman Harrington better get his ass back to District 12 prepared for
the fight of his life.
But then again nothing was really perfect and Hoover thought he had found
something that afternoon. It was shift change at the big General Electric plant
in Lynn where they made aircraft engines for Boeing. Candace and her two aides
were positioned right outside the gate. Hoover was observing from a city block
away using a telephoto lens.
The day before he'd gotten a few decent shots of Candace climbing out of the
silver mini-van she used in her campaign. Hoover had to admit that Candace
Williams had the best looking legs of anyone who'd ever run for public office in
Massachusetts. He's managed to get one shot that showed a tiny swatch of white
panty as she stepped out of her car.
Last night, when he finally got in the rack, he'd held the photo in his left
hand as he jerked off with the right. He'd pictured himself between those long
legs shoving his cock inside her as he pawed and sucked her tits. In Hoover's
fantasy, she was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. When he shot his
load, he wiped his hand off on an old T-shirt he kept by the bed for that
purpose; then he went to sleep. At 3:00AM, he woke up from a dream that he was
fucking Candace in the ass. Her asshole was so tight around his cock; it felt
good and hurt all at the same time. The odd thing was that during the dream he
had stuffed his T-shirt in his mouth and was busily sucking on his partially
dried jism. He spat the T-shirt out in disgust. He had a raging hard-on that
caused him to jerk off again as he kept repeating, "ass fuck me, you whore."
"Old Mike maybe on to something about Mrs. Williams, I haven't had a wet dream
since I was in high school," decided Mike when he dragged his tired body out of
bed that morning.
The two aides were pretty young girls, nicely dressed in suits, showing a
little knee but not too much. They each held a stack of flyers that they handed
out to the departing workers. Candace was wearing that same navy blue suit whose
only variation was the length of the skirt. For this mostly male audience it was
above the knee almost mid thigh, a little bit daring for a congressional
candidate but not too daring. She's certainly got the legs for it was Hoover's
thought. God how I would like to feel them wrapped around me while I go long and
deep in that cunt of hers.
Candace was surrounded by a group of workers. The union steward was standing
right beside Candace introducing her to each worker. It followed a pattern. She
shook hands, smiled, said something causing the worker to laugh or smile and
then moved on to the next. Several of the workers asked Candace to pose for a
picture with them. Hoover had to admit she had the kind of thousand-watt smile
required for a good politician. Also, she could turn it on whenever she needed
to. She didn't blink when a few of the bolder workers slipped their hands down
to her butt during the picture taking.
Shift change only lasted about thirty minutes. Candace thanked the union
steward with a little kiss on the cheek and a big hug. That appeared to send the
fat little man into ecstasy. They shook hands, hugged again, and Candace
departed for the mini-van decorated with "Candace Williams for Congress"
posters. Hoover was beat and about to call it a day. He had been following the
campaign since an 8:00AM breakfast at the Peabody Kiwanis. He was reaching to
turn the ignition key when he saw that Candace was angrily gesturing at one of
her aides. Even from a distance, Hoover could see that Candace was doing
everything but slapping the girl around. After a few minutes and more angry
gestures, Candace and the other aide got in the mini-van and drove off leaving
the girl standing on the sidewalk.
The abandoned girl walked to a nearby bench, sat down, and put her face in her
hands, obviously crying. Hoover decided to chance it. He drove closer, parked
the car and casually walked over to the bench and sat on the far end. Hoover
guessed from the color of her skin and her hair that the girl was Latino.
"Are you all right? This isn't a great neighborhood for a young woman like you
to be sitting alone," said Hoover knowing that he was speaking the truth. That
part of Lynn had one of the highest crime rates in metro Boston.
"She just left me here. I've been working sixteen-hour days for practically
nothing and she got in the car and drove off. I forgot the handouts for her next
event. She can be so cruel sometimes."
"I was across the street. I saw her giving you hell. Look it's none of my
business but I hate to see someone in authority mistreat an employee. Besides,
this is not the safest neighborhood, can I give you a lift?"
"No thanks, I'll just get a cab."
"Good idea if there were any around here. It's getting dark and cabs are scare
in this area, too many druggies willing to rob them. I'd feel better if you let
me take you somewhere safer. I used to be a policeman and I know that a young
woman alone is not safe here. "
"How do I know it's safe to be with you?"
"You don't. You have to trust your instinct. My name is Tom McNally but
everybody calls me Hoover," said Hoover extending his hand.
"Maria Consuela Reyes." Maria Consuela smiled revealing a mouthful of perfect
white teeth as she shook Hoover's hand.
"So where can I drive you?" asked Hoover thinking how pretty Maria Consuela
was.
"I don't want to cause you a lot of trouble. Maybe it would be all right if
you just took me somewhere I could call a cab."
"Tell you what, there's a Chinese restaurant, Jimmy Tse's, about three miles
from here. I'm a regular there. Jimmy, the owner and I go back a ways. He can
call you a cab. While we wait, you can tell me what it's like to work for
Candace Williams, the new congressional candidate for the Twelfth District."
"Most of the time its not too bad if everything's going well but if the least
little thing happens, she goes ballistic. Her rages are awful."
"You can tell me more as we drive," said Hoover getting up to walk Maria
Consuela to his car.
Hoover stole a glance as Maria Consuela sat in the passenger seat. Her short
skirt rode up quite a bit and she didn't do anything to change that. Legs were
not bad at all and the tits were very nice but the big turn on were the large
eyes with very white whites and the irises as black as coal. Hoover said
something that caused her to smile and once again he saw a perfect set of white
teeth. Hover decided that Maria Consuela was a very nice package and it would be
even nicer if he could combine a little business with pleasure. It wouldn't be
first time that one of Hoover's investigations had turned up some poontang on
the side.
Pussy wise, Hoover's been on something of a dry spell since Mona had told him
it was over. He really didn't blame her. She was looking for something permanent
and he was looking for someone to take care of his cock every three days or so.
At Jimmy Tse's he ordered some appetizers and a couple of beers while Maria
Consuela went to the ladies room to repair her make-up. When she emerged, Hoover
watched her walk toward him and decided that the girl was pretty, maybe too
pretty and young for a forty two year old Boston Irishman. I'll just give it my
best shot and see what happens concluded Hoover. I may get lucky. She may go for
older types. She's awfully young; but I've heard Hispanic women like older men.
Maria Consuela accepted the beer and ate some of the appetizers and didn't
object when he ordered another round. Hoover found out she was a recent arrival
from Guatemala and that some of her friends had gotten her a job with the
Williams campaign. Maria Consuela didn't talk much about Candace and Hoover
decided to let that rest. They could get back to that later. First he wanted to
gain her trust by appearing to be a regular fellow who was more interested in
her than the William's campaign.
They talked about themselves a little. Maria Consuela told him how much she
loved the United States and how she planned to go to community college once the
campaign was over. After more food and two more beers, Hoover asked if he could
drive Maria Consuela home and she agreed.
The girl seemed a little drunk as the left the restaurant. She leaned heavily
into Hoover and he put his arm around her as they walked to his car. This time
she was really careless with her skirt when she sat down and he could see
practically to her crotch. He decided to take a chance as soon as they were
seated in the car. He leaned over and gave her a kiss that she eagerly returned.
They made out for a few minutes and she didn't stop his hand when he unbuttoned
the top button of her blouse and slipped it inside her bra.
Maria Consuela grabbed the back of his hand encouraging him to squeeze her
breast harder.
"Squeeze it," she moaned as he caught her nipple between his fingers and
applied pressure. Her nipples felt warm to his touch and the fact that she was
moaning were encouraging signs to Hoover. Nor was the fact that Maria Consuela
didn't resist as his other hand traveled up her thigh to push against her sex.
Even through the pantyhose and panties, he could feel the heat and wetness.
Maria Consuela sucked in a deep breath as Hoover's finger played against her
clit.
When Maria Consuela placed her hand on his crotch to stroke his hardening cock
through his trousers, Hoover heard himself moan.
"Let's go to my place in Wakefield, it's by the lake," said Maria Consuela
breaking the embrace but maintaining her slow massage of his hard cock.
"All right, Wakefield it is," said Hoover deciding that today was his lucky
day. If he had still been married to Ethel, he would have asked her when he got
home about his horoscope. But Ethel had remarried and now lived in Nashua, New
Hampshire along with his two sons that somehow he never managed to see. Still,
he was on a roll. He had made the acquaintance of a disgruntled Williams
campaign worker that could be a source of inside information he could pass on to
Ron. Even better, she was a pretty one who was willing to fuck him and seemed
hot as a Mexican, correct that, Guatemalan firecracker.
As soon as they entered the apartment located in a complex on the north side
of the big lake that separates Wakefield center from Interstate 95, Maria
Consuela was all over him. They undressed one another as they slowly made their
way to the bedroom. Once there, he sat on the bed and watched as she finished
stripping. She pulled on her nipples and rubbed her pussy with both hands as she
turned around and bent over to show Hoover her ass.
Hoover loved everything he saw, the large chocolate brown nipples, the shaved
pussy with the brownish lips and even the perfect little butt hole that was
framed by a brown ring. Maria Consuela's complexion was about as perfect as
Hoover had ever seen. He found himself making an unfavorable mental comparison
to Mona whose complexion could be best described as mottled. That's the
prettiest brown skin and large milk chocolate nipples that I've seen in a long
time, maybe ever thought Hoover as he laid back on the bed watching Maria
Consuela play with her pussy.
"You've got me so wet, Hoover, see," said Maria Consuela taking her glistening
hands out of her pussy to show him. "I want to suck your cock, now."
Maria Consuela pushed him back on the bed. She removed his shoes and pulled
down his boxer shorts. When his hard cock spring free of his boxers, Maria
Consuela seemed genuinely delighted.
"Oh it's beautiful. You have a large and beautiful cock," said Maria Consuela
as she climbed between his legs and went to work with her mouth. She started by
running her tongue from his balls to the tip of his dick and then taking large
swirls clockwise and then counter clockwise around the head. She looked him
directly in the eyes as she put his cock head in her mouth and bathed it in a
solution of warm saliva using her tongue as an agitator. She managed to get the
pointed tip of her tongue just inside his piss hole, something that he had
always loved and few women were willing to do.
For someone who was nineteen and looked quite innocent, she can really suck
dick thought Hoover. Hoover considered himself something of a connoisseur of
blowjobs. Some of the most expensive and for that matter, least expensive
hookers in Revere and Winthrop had demonstrated their capabilities to Hoover
when he was on the force. It had been that or jail.
As he lay there, feeling Maria Consuela's tongue and lips working his balls,
cock head, and shaft, he decided that he need to learn more about Guatemala, the
land, the culture and where the women learned to give head.
"You like to eat my pussy? It's all wet and needs your tongue," asked Maria
Consuela looking up from Hoover's cock, her lips and face smeared with wetness
"You bet," said Hoover. That prompted Maria Consuela to move into the
sixty-nine position so Hoover could bury his face into her wet little cunt that
was flowing twat juice. He sucked it all in and swallowed, reveling in the warm
liquid as it filled his mouth. He shifted her body forward so he could lick her
asshole. Hoover inserted the tip of his tongue in her rosebud. After a half
dozen pushes, it opened up and allowed Hoover's tongue inside. God, how I love
to tongue butt thought Hoover as he tasted the inside of Maria Consuela's
rectum. There was something about tasting where a girl's shit came from that
turned Hoover on like nothing else. Like Ethel always said, I'm a pig when it
comes to sex.
"I love the way you're eating my cunt and ass. You have such an incredibly
big prick," said Maria Consuela when she took a break from sucking on his nuts.
"If you keep sucking my cock like that, I'm going to blow my load right down
your throat." Her comment about his cock size was right. Ethel had even told him
that the only thing she was going to miss about him was feeling his big schlongs
inside her pussy. Hoover had a thick ten inches of man meat. Some women had
taken a look at it and decided to run in the other direction after he fucked
them raw. But most preferred to act like they had discovered a hidden treasure.
Obviously, Maria Consuela was a treasure hunter.
"Oh yes, please do it, I want to swallow your cum," whispered Maria Consuela
placing a wet finger in the opening of his butt hole and pushing it in to the
first knuckle.
That brought Hoover off like a bottle rocket. Maria Consuela writhed in her
own orgasm as she sucked down each spurt of Hoover's ejaculate. Hoover was no
sooner finished than Maria Consuela wanted to go again.
"Get on all fours so I can suck your asshole and get you hard again."
Hoover not believing in his good luck and wondering if Maria Consuela would
consider marrying him or at the least living together rolled over and pulled his
ass cheeks part. In Hoover's experience, he hadn't encountered many women who
were interested in bringing their mouth in contact with his asshole, especially
at the end of a long hot sweaty day. But instantly Maria Consuela had her mouth
connected to his butt ring and was licking and probing in a way that opened him
up. Hoover felt his sphincter relax and her tongue glide in. That was followed
by a nice tongue fucking. Next, she sucked his open butt hole creating the most
awesome sensations in his rectum as her suction created a little vacuum. She'd
fill the vacuum with warm breath and then inhaled the fart she made as Hoover
blew it back out his ass. All the while, she kept stroking his cock and balls.
In a few moments, he was hard as a rock.
"Roll on your back, I'll get on top and fuck you," said Maria Consuela with an
enthusiasm that Hoover hadn't heard in some time.
This one has the hunger thought Hoover. Hoover had a philosophy about women
and sex that broke them into three categories. Losers were the ones that screwed
because it was expected of them and they knew it was required to hold a man's
interest. A loser could go a year without getting fucked and not think anything
of it. The category most women fell in to was the Technicians. Technicians
enjoyed sex and worked at it. They read Cosmopolitan to get better at it. A
Technician was usually a decent fuck. But at this point, Hoover was ready to
classify Maria Consuela into his third and most prized categories, the Hungry
Ones. Hungry Ones had a primal need for cock like it was air or water. They were
insatiable women who were happiest when they had a cock in their twat. They
worshipped a hard prick, reveled in the feel and taste of semen spurting into
their mouth and felt most alive when there was a penis in their holes. Hungry
Ones didn't have limits, were eager to be fucked in the ass and didn't mind
working a man's hole open so they could tongue fuck it. The way Maria Consuela
had opened up his butt and dove in convinced Hoover that Maria Consuela was a
supremely hungry whore and a real find.
Hoover played with Maria Consuela's large brown nipples as she mounted him and
guided his cock into her pussy. Hoover loved the way the nipples felt like
little hard pebbles, the kind you picked up in a fast moving mountain stream. It
was warm and wet inside her cunt. She got her feet under her and began to raise
and lower herself squeezing his dick on both upstroke and down stroke. She gave
out a good healthy grunt each time she bottomed out taking him as deep as his
cock reached. She ground her clit against him each time she bottomed out. He
loved the way she growled as she pushed her button across his rough pubic hairs.
Hoover popped again spraying the walls of her cunt with his sperm.
Hoover reached up and grabbed Maria Consuela's nipples between his thumb and
forefingers and pinched down hard as she squeezed his spurting cock. She let out
a low throat moan, threw her head back, and screamed. "Oh fuck yes," as she
climaxed. She rode him slowly as he softened having a series of mini-orgasms
that Hoover could detect as her vaginal walls performed a series of muscular
contractions that milked the last drop of semen out of his dick.
After that, Maria Consuela had gone and gotten them a beer. They had sat and
cuddled for a few minutes before she went to work on him again. She sucked his
cock for a while then slipped a finger in his asshole while she slowly and
expertly worked on his dick. Before long, Hoover surprised himself by getting
another hard on.
Hoover's recent sexual experience was a single fuck followed by a required
eight hours sleep and a bowl of Wheaties before he was ready to get hard again.
He blamed that on too much booze and too little exercise. Maria Consuela had now
gotten him hard for the third time in less than an hour.
"I am going to slide your big Irish cock in my shit hole, I'm going to talk
dirty," said Maria Consuela.
"Yea, talk dirty, it turns me on," replied Hoover.
"Here, suck my chocolate brown nipples while I ram your dick in my shitter,
are you an ass fucker?"
"Yea, I'm a ass fucker."
"And you like to fuck dark skinned girls because you think they're all whores
like me? Tell me I'm a whore."
"Yes, all you Latino girls are cock crazy whores that worship big pricks.
You're a dick sucking whore that loves it up the ass."
"And you can't wait to get your white Irish dick inside their butts?"
"Yes, I like then dark with chocolate nipples and a dark ring around their
asshole."
"Like me, a cock hungry Latino cunt who'll put your cock in her shit hole and
ride it till you dump your load in my ass."
"Exactly like you."
"Someone who'll suck the shit right out of your asshole and swallow it."
Hoover relaxed as his cock slid in and out of Maria Consuela's ass. It was
warm and tight inside her rectum. He was amazed she could handle all ten inches
without any pain. She had her feet under her as she lowered herself to achieve
maximum anal penetration. Hoover loved the feeling he got when he felt her butt
cheeks land on top of his thighs. He sensed the way each time she reached bottom
she struggled to get one more half inch of dick in her rectum. She grunted,
growled and began to sweat profusely as she fucked her ass with Hoover's cock.
Hoover sensed heat coming from her rectum. She whipped her long curly hair
around causing droplets of sweat to spray across the bed. Finally, she climaxed
and Hoover felt a rhythmic pulsation from the walls of her bowels. Hoover
squirted what little semen he had left as he climaxed for the third time.
It was all too much for Hoover. He was covered in sweat. As the last of his
semen emptied from his balls, he hoped that was it for a while and Maria
Consuela would give him time to recover before she wanted to screw some more.
Maria Consuela brought two more beers from the refrigerator. He held her in
his arms as they finished the beers. Maria Consuela changed positions so Hoover
was resting in her arms. She was holding him and stroking his brow as he relaxed
and started to sleep. All of a sudden, Hoover sensed that Maria Consuela's arms
had wrapped around him in an extremely tight embrace. He tried to turn but Maria
Consuela applied her strength and held him tight as he felt a sharp twinge in
his triceps. Maria Consuela relaxed her hold and he turned to see a tall
muscular woman standing over him holding a syringe.
Hoover felt woozy immediately. The tall woman who gave him the injection spoke
the last words he heard before everything went black.
"Even though I don't like guys, I got horny watching you two fuck. How about a
little muff diving? We've got time."
Hoover came back to the present when he heard someone enter the room. He heard
the sound of something scraping across the floor. It sounded like someone was
dragging a chair. A vaguely familiar female voice began to talk.
"Remove the tape, I think he's awake."
Hoover sounded 'ouch' as someone jerked the tape off his mouth. Next that
person slowly unwrapped the tape from around his head and pulled it off his
eyes. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. After several
blinks, Hoover saw that Candace Williams was sitting in an office chair directly
in front of him. A very tall and muscular female was standing behind Candace.
She had been the one who gave him the injection.
"I can handle it from here, Rhonda," said Candace Williams.
His eyes were at the same level as her knees. Her legs were crossed and he
could see up her skirt almost to the top of her thighs. When he glanced up, he
saw that she had a manila folder in her lap. There was a two-foot length of
rubber garden hose resting on the folder. Candace reached over and took Hoover's
cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke it. In spite of his circumstances,
Hoover felt his prick start to respond to the hand job.
Ron was right thought Hoover. There is something God awful strange about
Candace Williams. It isn't every day; a congressional candidate kidnaps a
private investigator, hangs him up like a side of beef then calmly jerks him
off. This is scary as shit. The whole thing with Maria Consuela was a trap and I
fell right into it.
"You know who I am, Hoover" asked Candace in a quiet voice as she got Hoover's
cock erect.
"Yea, sure, you're Candace Williams, you're running for Congress. I've seen
you around campaigning. Why was I brought here? Where are my clothes?"
"Hoover, I'm not interested in wasting time, so let's skip the preliminaries.
When are you scheduled to make your first report to Ron Worthington?" asked
Candace in calm voice like she was saying 'think it will rain tomorrow'.
"I don't know any Ron Worthington, Who's Ron Worthington," replied Hoover.
Hoover saw a blur as Candace picked up the rubber hose in her other hand and
slammed it across his balls. Candace held on to his cock as he twisted in
agonizing pain and began to scream with every decibel he could muster. Hoover
kept screaming as every light in his pain center went to bright red and started
pulsing angrily. Every man knows what it feels like to take a good hard shot to
the family jewels but that didn't make it hurt one bit less. Candace continued
to hold and stroke his cock as she watched him scream until he ran out of
breath. She waited a few more minutes then asked again.
"Let's continue. What is the date and time you're supposed to call Ron?" said
Candace who already knew the answer to her question.
"Tomorrow at 3:00PM," replied Hoover deciding that his nuts couldn't take
another blow.
"And what were you going say?" asked Candace.
"That you are well organized and highly effective. I was going to tell Ron
that Mike Harrington better get his ass back here if he wanted to hold on to his
seat."
"What else did Ron ask you for?" asked Candace.
"That's it, just for me to nose around and find out any dirt on you," said
Mike.
"He asked for something else," said Candace picking the rubber hose back up.
"Pictures, he asked me to get some embarrassing pictures of you, sorry I
forgot, honest, I just forgot, don't hit me anymore. I'll tell you everything,"
said Hoover.
"What kind of pictures have you got so far?" asked Candace.
"Legs shots, mostly of you getting out of the car," said Hoover.
"Sounds erotic, you'll have to show them to me, anything else," asked Candace?
"Not yet, I was thinking about putting a mini-cam in the ladies room toilet at
your campaign headquarters or trying to get one in your bedroom," said Hoover.
"Good, I prefer the truth. If you had lied again I was going to knock one of
your balls all the way up to your lungs. Castration would be a pity since Maria
Consuela says you are a more than decent fuck. This is a great piece of
equipment. I'm getting wet just handling it."
"I won't lie anymore. I promise," said Hoover and he knew he meant it. I can't
believe she's handling my dick. This is just so fucking weird, all of it thought
Hoover. One thing I know is that my nuts couldn't take another shot like that.
I'm not being paid enough by Harrington to stand up under torture.
"Let's start over again. I'll go over a few things I know about you. You were
born on St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 1961. You were forty-two last month. Your
full name is Thomas Patrick McNally but you got the nickname 'Hoover" working
for the Revere Police. In your case, the moniker reflected your fellow cops'
knowledge of your willingness to suck up dirt like the vacuum of the same name.
Parents were Terrence and Sadie McNally, both deceased, alcoholism the Irish
disease. Your father was a baker and a small time hood. He ran numbers out of
his bakery. Your mother worked in her brother-in-law's insurance agency. There
is a rumor, unconfirmed that your Uncle Mike used to fuck Sadie on his desk when
business was slow. These are rumors unconfirmed that Uncle Mike is your real
father. Care to confirm or deny the rumor, I hate loose ends."
"I don't know for sure. I saw Uncle Mike feeling mom up once on the back
porch. He had his hand up her dress playing with her pussy. Dad was passed out
in the living room," said Hoover.
"Good, we're communicating. You attended St. Xavier parochial elementary
school achieving excellent grades. You were a reasonably competent altar boy.
I'll skip all the stuff about your first Holy Communion and your Confirmation,
although you did look adorable in your white suit. You graduated St. Ignatius
High School fifth in your class. You joined the US Marines immediately after
graduation. You were honorably discharged four years later. You saw no combat
action. It's not your fault there wasn't a war at the time. Upon graduation you
applied and were accepted into the Revere Police where you attained the rank of
Sergeant. Unfortunately, after ten years, you were dismissed from the force when
$22,000 in cash disappeared after a drug bust and was found in your locker at
the station. It seems you were too dirty for even the Revere police. That in
itself is something of an accomplishment. Am I accurate so far?"
"Yes, "replied Hoover rather astounded that all these details were being
repeated from memory. Candace was not referring to notes.
"Commendably, you completed your education in night school receiving a
Bachelors Degree in Law Enforcement from Northeastern University. Your grades
were pretty good. You enrolled in their Master's Degree program, completed one
course then dropped out and never returned."
"You reconnected after returning home from the Marines to an Ethel Robinson,
one of your classmates that you dated while at St. Ignatius. You got Ethel
pregnant but you did the right thing. You were married at St. Stephens's church
and your first child, Sean, was born six months later. You and Ethel had one
more child, Mark two years after that. You and Ethel managed to stay married
until five years ago when she caught you screwing her sister, Rachel, in the
basement during the family's Thanksgiving Dinner. You told everyone you were
drunk and that you thought that Rachel was Ethel in the poorly illuminated
basement of your sister-in-law's home. It was possibly the most memorable
Thanksgiving Dinner in McNally family history. Unfortunately, no one seemed to
believe your story. Periodically you drive to Swampscott and screw Rachel. Her
husband knows but is too afraid of you to do anything about it."
"Ed knows I've been bumping Rachel. I had no idea."
"Sean, your eldest son, is in his final year at UMASS in Amherst and Mark is a
sophomore at Dartmouth. Mark's an exceptionally bright young man who's
interested in medicine. You have provided almost no financial assistance to
either boy's education. They'll both graduate heavily in debt. Your only
meaningful family relationship is with your younger sister, Carrie and her
family. You have a brother, Edward that you have not seen or talked to in three
years. The last time being your mother's funeral."
"Ed and I never did get along, even as kids," said Hoover.
"Carrie is married to Anthony Maglione, a licensed master electrician. They
have two girls, Anne and Julia. Your sister lives in Weymouth. She calls you
frequently and worries about you. That's kind of surprising given that you and
your fellow members of the St. Ignatius basketball team gang raped her one night
after a game. You lured her into the boy's locker room where your buddies
stripped her and then fucked her in all three orifices. You were the first
person to enter her virgin asshole while your best friend Sean Phillips was
having intercourse with her. You later said you were sorry and that you and your
teammates were drunk. Surprisingly, she forgave you."
"Oh my God, how can you know that?" asked Hoover.
"My sources are confidential as they say in the media. I won't bore you with
your financial history. Being a private investigator is not lucrative. Mike
Harrington has employed you sporadically to gather information about political
rivals. That was what you were doing tonight outside the GE plant."
"He wanted me to see if you were for real."
"And obviously I am real. By the way, I agree with Consuela. That is a very
nice cock there," said Candace as she leaned forward and took Hoover's penis in
her mouth and licked the head as she continued slowly stroking it.
"Take it easy, I'm cooperating" said Hoover worried that Candace intended to
do something awful to his penis such as bite it off. When she leaned forward,
she uncrossed her legs. Hoover found himself looking straight up Candace's
skirt.
Candace leaned back letting Hoover's cock drop.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked me what's in your asshole," said Candace.
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"It's one of these," said Candace holding up a huge dildo. "They come from
Mexico, 20 inches in length and three inches in diameter. I would think you feel
stuffed. Rhonda and Maria Consuela had to use a whole bottle of AstroGlide to
get it all the way inside you. It had a metal ring on the base that attached by
rope to the ceiling. The base has a much larger flat plate to keep it from going
all the way inside your anus."
"That's what's inside me?" asked Hoover.
"Yes, it was developed by the Mexican National Police three years ago. They
called it a 'Zapatistas Enema'. Here let me show how it works. You attach a rope
or chain to the ring and tie the other end to the ceiling leaving no slack in
the rope. Here look at the top of the base. If you slide this little cover guard
aside and press the red button, then presto the spikes appear." Candace pressed
the red button. A loud click occurred.
Hoover wanted to scream when he saw two-inch metal spikes instantly spring out
from everywhere along the slides. There was a ring of spikes ever inch or so.
They were angled in every direction and they covered the surface from slightly
below the base to the tip where there was a thick cluster of spikes.
"Get it out, I'll do what you say, anything, for the love of Jesus Christ,
just get that out of me," screamed Hoover.
"Technically, this isn't an instrument of torture but a form of execution
since once this button is pressed you're dead or soon will be. Maybe form of
persuasion would be a more accurate term. The Mexican National Police decided
they were spending too much time and effort making political prisoners talk. It
was physically demanding on the police beating prisoners to death. Plus most
forms of torture left physical evidence for the Amnesty International and Human
Rights groups to photograph and take to the media. A medical doctor attached to
the police solved the problem nicely. Statistics compiled by the police showed
that most prisoners could be persuaded to talk if they watched a close relative
or friend die horribly and in great pain."
"Look, I'm on your side now. I'll work for you. Just take that out of me. I'm
begging," cried Hoover.
"Le me finish my story. So if the National Police wanted information from Jose
then they brought Jose's brother or wife or even children and tied them to the
ceiling just like you're tied now. Most of the time, they also tied up Jose too
so he understood his options. Then they pushed the red button on the base and
the spikes extended in Jose's closest relative. Next they released the leg ropes
and slowly lowered the body down leaving it suspended only by the dildo. The
spikes gradually shred your intestines and internal organs. It takes an awfully
long time for the dildo to rip completely out. The reason the victim doesn't
pass out is that they are upside down and the blood keeps the brain oxygenated.
At the moment, I don't have any one I want to execute but I do have a DVD you
can watch. You know a picture is worth a thousand words."
Candace rolled over a small cart that had a laptop computer on the top. She
opened the laptop and launched the media player. She selected the DVD player as
the file source as clicked the play button. She adjusted the sound then pushed
the screen back until it hung over the edge of the cart giving the upside down
Hoover a right side up view.
"You can hear that, can't you?" asked Candace turning the sound up very loud.
"Yes," replied Hoover too frightened to say anything more than necessary.
"I'll leave you to watch. I have some notes to go over in the other room,"
said Candace as she walked out of Hoover's vision. He heard a door opening and
closing. Hoover watched the screen as the scene opened.
There was a man, a woman and a young girl suspended upside down exactly like
he was. There was a uniformed officer standing between the three naked bodies.
He kept running his hands over the pussies of the two women as he made comments
in a language that Hoover recognized as Spanish. The man wasn't saying a word in
response. After a few moments of not getting answers, the officer made a hand
motion between the woman's outstretched legs. The woman started to scream
immediately. And the screams were the kind that made your skin crawl, especially
if there was a chance that it could be you. The screams did not let up. The
officer unties the ropes attached to the woman's ankles and walked away. The DVD
showed a close up of the dildo that had begin to shred the woman's rectum. The
dildo's spikes shredded her bowels as her body twirled propelled by madly
kicking legs.
Hoover would look away for a while but would be drawn back to the screen by an
especially loud scream of agony. After a while, he noticed that the dildo had
pulled out of the woman's asshole a few inches.
God, what a way to die thought Hoover.
After maybe thirty minutes, Candace returned. The woman was still screaming
with her legs kicking wildly in the air.
"Here, I don't have all day, let me show you the finale," said Candace as she
adjusted the media player to the last few minutes. Hoover saw that the bloody
dildo was almost all the way out of the woman's rectum. She was still screaming.
All of a sudden the dildo pulled loose and the woman crashed to the floor still
screaming. Her asshole spurted out a fountain of dark blood. She trashed around
on the floor kicking wildly. In a few minutes, the woman quit screaming and
collapsed. The unformed officer reappeared. He felt the girl's pussy as he said
something to the man. He started providing rapid replies to the officer's
questions.
"We should get a subtitled version," said Candace.
"Please don't do that to me, for the love of Jesus, I'll do anything you say.
Just name it."
"Whether or not I push the red button and shred your bowel is up to you. If
you agree to report to Ron Worthington exactly as I instruct you, we can take
you down and let you go. I believe in both the carrot and the stick. You can
call Ron from Maria Consuela's bedroom so she can listen in. She'll fuck your
brains out just like she did today. That's part of your carrot. I'll also employ
you to work for me at the same $2000 rate Mike is paying. If you don't want to
do that I can push the little red button, untie the leg ropes and let you take a
couple of hours to die. Then we'll put you in a metal barrel along with several
well mixed bags of concrete. A fishing boat will take your body out in the
Atlantic and push it out where the bottom is deepest. No one will ever know what
happened to you. It's your choice."
"I'll do exactly as you say. I'll call Ron from her apartment. I'll say what
you want."
"All right, here take a look at these," said Candace taking some photos out of
the manila folder. They were pictures of his sister Carrie picking his two
nieces up from school.
"There's no reason for my sister to be involved."
"You're right but if you decide to double cross me, I promise you that you're
going to wind up exactly where you are now except that before you have you
asshole ripped apart, you're going to watch Carrie, Anna, and Julie taking a
Zapatista Enema before you take yours."
"Don't worry, you can count on me. I'll be reliable."
Candace stood up grabbed the base of the dildo and slowly pulled it out of
Hoover's asshole. She found herself holding and stroking his cock as she
carefully removed it from his asshole.
"You're out of danger. Mexican products are not the most reliable. You do have
a nice large cock." Candace was slowly stroking Hoover's cock. With the dildo
removed, he relaxed enough to enjoy it and even started to get aroused.
"It's been a long day and I'm horny. Let's seal the deal with a quick fuck,"
said Candace as she untied the rope from the cleats in the wall and slowly
lowered Hoover down. Hoover was amazed that Candace was able to lower him
without any noticeable strain. Hoover hit the scale at 180 pounds and he would
guess Candace Williams at 110 at the most. But using one hand, she lowered him
slowly to where his head touched the floor and then his body."
Candace rolled Hoover over and untied his hands from behind his back. Hoover
started rubbing his arms and hands to get the feeling back. He watched in
amazement as Candace removed her clothes and carefully placed them on the back
of the chair where she had been seated. In a matter of moments, he was staring
up at a nude Candace Williams.
My God she is incredibly beautiful thought Hoover.
"Lick me," said Candace squatting over Hoover's face using her fingers to
spread her labia.
Hoover's tongue took a long slow swipe across Candace's hole. He felt a warm
liquid coat his tongue. Hoover worked at licking Candace's pussy. Her juices
flowed onto his tongue and he found himself stopping every so often to swallow
another mouthful of her glandular secretions.
"Now, do my asshole," said Candace as she moved slightly forward.
Hoover was astounded to see her anal ring start to dilate. A dark brown turd
slowly protruded through her open anal ring.
"Open up, Hoover, and wrap your lips around the end of my turd. Keep your lips
around it as you bite it off in small chunks. Chew it up and swallow," said
Candace.
If right up to that moment, someone had asked Hoover McNally if he would ever
eat a woman's shit, he would have been pissed that anyone had asked the
question. Absolutely fucking not, not even to save my mother's life, would have
been his answer. But Hoover knew that he no longer had control over his will. He
eagerly took the stick of shit between his lips, used his front teeth to bite
off the first inch and chewed it up with his back teeth. Hoover had a sense of
accomplishment that he was able to do this awful disgusting thing to please
Candace. It took six or seven healthy bites but Hoover managed to consume
Candace's turd in its entirety. He found himself licking her asshole to clean
off the last traces of feces when he finished swallowing.
"Now, I'll give you something to wash it down," said Candace as she positioned
her urethra over Hoover.
Hoover opened wide as he felt the warm liquid land in his mouth. He managed to
keep his mouth open as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful until Candace
finally stopped.
"I should have gone earlier. That's a good boy, Hoover. From now on, I'll have
Maria Consuela piss in your mouth when you fuck. You'll like that, won't you?"
said Candace looking down to see Hoover licking golden drops off her pussy.
"Yes, Candace, I'll love it," said Hoover.
Candace knelt between his outstretched legs and went to work on his cock with
her mouth. Hoover had thought that Maria Consuela had given him the best blowjob
he had ever received but Candace was in another dimension. She was able to
swallow the total ten inches. His cock was in her throat as her tongue licked
his balls. Hoover could only remember one time before that he had been deep
throated to the balls. That had been years ago. A black prostitute had taken it
all after he and Tony had arrested her for soliciting. Inside of a couple of
minutes, he was hard as a rock.
Candace mounted him and rode him to a climax that Hoover swore caused his
heart to stop for several seconds. Her pussy was a throbbing, white-hot mass of
pulsating muscular flesh that made Hoover feel he was connected to some
phantasmagoric machine to forcefully extract his jism. When he climaxed, he felt
his semen being sucked under great pressure. His balls reached to a vacuum
inside his nut sack painfully pressing against the opening that connected them
to his penis. Hoover felt an enormous pain in his balls as the last dregs of cum
raced out into Candace's vagina. Her cunt sucked the sperm out of my balls
realized Hoover.
Candace climaxed with Hoover and then gently rode him as his cock softened.
When he looked up, Candace leaned over and kissed him pushing her tongue into
his mouth.
"I love the taste of shit and piss on a man's lips. I'm going to occasionally
fuck you. If I can find the time, Maria Consuela and I can do a three way with
you one afternoon," said Candace.
Hoover watched in amazement as Candace got up and started to dress. Maria
Consuela and the large woman, he later learned was Rhonda Powers came into the
room and handed him back his clothes. He dressed quickly. Candace gave him a
kiss on the cheek before she left. The two women drove him back to his car.
Maria Consuela gave him a kiss and they agreed to meet back at the apartment at
1:00PM tomorrow.
"Come early so we can fuck," was how Maria Consuela put it and Hoover readily
agreed.
