3 comments/ 24684 views/ 5 favorites Supremacy By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: All persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's note: This is not a stroke story. (Actually, I don't think any of my stories qualify as a 'stroke' story.) It deals with Father/daughter incest, cuckolding, and the reaction to these abominations. Chapter 1 Ed Baggett sighed heavily as he dressed for the dreaded day ahead. It had been twenty six years since he had last seen Mickey Bernard and hoped he would never have to see him again. But the Louisiana Department of Corrections as well as the Louisiana Department of Health and Human Services, in their finite wisdom, was actually considering releasing Mickey Bernard. It was a four hour and forty minute drive from Bender Louisiana to Paulton, Louisiana, where Mickey Bernard was a guest of the North Louisiana Wellness Center. Ed wondered when it had gone from being a nut house to a wellness center. Basically, it was a holding cell for the criminally insane. And Mickey Bernard fit the profile of the criminally insane. He had murdered Jonathon Baggett, Ed's father, and Kay Baggett, Ed's sister, as well as Linda McCabe, Jonathon's 'friend.' Ed smirked; even twenty six years later, he had a hard time admitting that Linda and his father had been much more than friends. Jonathon had left Beverly Baggett, Ed's mother, for Linda. "Be careful," Daphne Baggett murmured from their warm bed. "Sure you don't want to come?" Ed joked. "There'll be absolutely nothing to do and nothing to see and you'll be bored out of your mind, I promise. Sure you don't want to come?" "Oh, gee, I'd love to," Daphne lied. "But what would TeddiAnn do without me?" "Go to school, then call us and tell us she's going over to Sophia's house and eating dinner there and is it okay if she spends the night because it's Friday night and they can go straight from there to dance class and Miss Nicole and Mr. Fred say its okay and please?" Ed said. "Yep, probably," Daphne agreed, but did not budge from the bed. Ed moved a hank of her long red hair out of the way and kissed her forehead softly. "Love you," he said. "Love you too, coffee breath," she said. "Room to talk, morning breath," he said and softly kissed her lips. "Be careful," Daphne urged. "You too," he said. On the long drive, that took him through small town after small town, Ed had little to do but to think. His main thought was the same thought he'd had twenty six years earlier. "Why?" Ed even said it out loud. "Why did you kill my baby sister? And my dad?" The fifty two year old man stopped at a small diner that promised they had the 'best chili in Stepping Stone, Louisiana.' Ed ate a small bowl of 'the best chili in Stepping Stone' and a grilled cheese sandwich, along with a glass of flat cola. He wondered just how bad the second best chili in Stepping Stone had to be to lose to this bowl of chili. A pharmacy a tenth of a mile later sold Ed a pack of antacid tablets and a can of cola. "Bye now; y'all come back, hear?" the woman behind the counter intoned. "Hope it's not for another twenty six years," Ed thought as he chewed three of the tablets and swished the soda around in his mouth. An hour later, Ed pulled up to the building that housed forty seven of the criminally insane. The Building was a gleaming stainless steel and glass building and looked quite out of place in the thicket of woods. On either side of the facility were turkey farmers. As he approached the gate, Ed couldn't help but think that his ten year old daughter, TeddiAnn would have loved to see all the turkeys running around, calling to each other. The guard checked his name carefully, typed something into an electronic pad and had Ed sign with the electronic pen, then surveyed the grounds with a practiced eye before throwing the switch, opening the gate. "Have a nice day, sir," the guard said as Ed drove into the compound. "Uh huh," Ed said. **** To Mickey Bernard, it was just another day. Another day of waking up in the sparse room. Of sitting up and putting his feet on the cold floor, then going over to the hole in the floor and relieving himself. Prayers followed, and then he would sit and wait. Breakfast usually came an hour later, shoved through the slot at the bottom of the door. Scrambled eggs, made from powdered egg, dry toast, two slices, and milk made from powdered milk, some watery juice and a mealy apple. If it was Thursday, he would meet with Dr. Steven, no last name given, for an hour. If it was Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, he would go out into the yard for an hour, and listen to the non-stop cackling of the damned turkeys. Then he would return to his room and sit. "Bernard, coming in," he heard one man call out. "Okay," Mickey responded. "Against the wall, Bernard, kiss it," the man said and Mickey heard the door click as a switch was thrown. "Shower and a shave, Bernard," one man said. The other man stood back, hand resting firmly on his stun gun. "Oh?" Mickey said, but no answer was forthcoming. He blinked; the razor he was given was brand new, the can of shaving foam was full; the soap was still in its wrapper. "Clean clothes, one of the men said, pointing to the coveralls hanging on the rack. "Put your old ones in the basket, hear?" After he shaved his stubble clean and showered, he dressed in the coveralls. He smirked to himself; the new pair did not smell any better than the ones heed stuffed into the basket. They still smelled of the industrial cleaner the Center used to wash the clothing, the bedding, the floors and the walls. "Come on," one of the men barked impatiently and Mickey was led back to his cell. He sat and sat and waited. To Mickey, this was the hardest part; the sitting and the waiting. The sounds, he had learned long ago how to tune them out. The smells were all masked by the industrial cleaner. There was nothing to look at; just pale gray cinderblock walls. Lunch, a bologna sandwich with a slice of processed cheese, more powdered milk, a small amount of stale potato chips and another mealy apple was shoved into his cell. Mickey ate the sandwich slowly, chewing each bite twenty times, ten chews on the left side of his mouth, ten times on the right side. He did not look at the food; he had not liked bologna when he had arrived at the Wellness Center twenty four years ago, and still did not like it. He did not like sour cream and onion flavored potato chips twenty nine years ago, and still did not like it. He had not liked powdered milk then, and still did not like it. "Bernard, coming in," he heard and was genuinely confused. Okay," Mickey called, facing the wall away from the door. His hands were cuffed behind him, and then his legs were shackled. He wanted to ask; he was sure it was not Thursday, and even if it was Thursday, he still had a few more hours before it was time to meet with Dr. Steven. But he did not ask, knowing he would get no answer. "Come on," the man said and Mickey followed him. They went down a corridor, and then another, then the man stepped to the side and indicated a door. There were five people in the room; three men in ill-fitting suits, Dr. Steven, and a fifth man that Mickey knew he should know, but could not place. Dr. Steven said a few words, then the man in the ill-fitting brown suit said a few words, then the man in the ill-fitting blue suit said something. Mickey just tuned them out; they sounded too much like the man in the room four doors down; always talking about his business empire he was going to build when he got out. "Mr. Baggett?" he heard someone say and the man that seemed familiar to Mickey sat up a little straighter. Baggett. As in Jonathon Baggett. As in Kay Baggett. Mickey swiveled his head and looked at the man. "Yes?" he heard the deep voice ask. "Would you like to add anything?" the man in the ill-fitting own suit asked. "No, not really, I mean, y'all pretty much covered it," Ed said. "What he did took a lot of planning; wasn't like it was accidental and y'all already said he's real smart so he knew what he was doing and how to do it." Ed turned and looked at Mickey for the first time since Mickey entered the room. "Something I would like to know, though, is 'Why?'" Ed asked Mickey directly. "Why'd you do it?" "Why'd I do what?" Mickey asked, confused. "Kill my little sister; fuck! She was only nineteen! Why'd you kill my dad? What'd he ever do to you?" Ed bellowed, startled by his own anger. Mickey wrinkled his brow, concentrating. "I'll tell you, best as I know," Mickey finally said. "Remember, though, a lot of this is just what your sister and your dad told me so it might not be totally right." Chapter 2 Robin Baggett smirked as she let Frank Jennings in. Her father hated the loud, arrogant twenty years old, especially hated that Frank did not work for him so he had no control over the man. "Ready?" Frank asked, smirking in self-confidence. "Oh yeah!" the pretty blonde laughed joyously. "I was born ready!" "Come on, then," Frank said, marching down the hall toward Jonathon Baggett's office. "Hey, old man!" Frank flippantly greeted Jonathon. "Yes?" Jonathon asked, looking up from his Wall Street Journal. "Listen, me and Robin? We um, we planning on getting married, hear?" Frank smirked. "I don't think so," Jonathon said easily, putting his paper down and smirking at the youth. Frank's eyes flashed in anger; he had expected anger, raised voices, even violence. This calm refusal had not occurred to him. "There is no way in hell I would let my daughter marry a loser like you," Jonathon continued, getting to his feet. "But, you may go now; thank you for stopping by." "Fuck you, old man!" Frank bellowed. "Why don't you suck my dick, huh?" Kay gasped as she peeked into his father's study. She couldn't believe anyone would dare talk to her father like that... He owned the mattress factory, the primary source of employment and income in their small town. The crawfish ponds and farms had all gone bankrupt, unable to compete with the farms of Breaux Bridge and Butte La Rose and Henderson. "I don't work for you; you can't tell me what to do," Frank said, thrusting his chest out defiantly. "That is true," Jonathon agreed mildly. "But," Jonathon continued, sitting on the edge of his desk and smirking at his daughter. "Fred Jennings, your father does. Freddy Junior, your older brother does." Robin paled as she watched the entire swagger being stripped away from her boyfriend. The main reason she had picked Frank was because he did not work for her father and said he was not afraid of her father. "And your younger brother, Rickey?" Jonathon Baggett went on. "Such a fine young man; too bad he's retarded. But let me tell you; that boy comes in every morning with your dad, doesn't even need to be told what to do; just goes and grabs his broom and his dustpan and starts sweeping up the scraps." Robin felt like throwing up; she could see Frank melting right before her eyes. "Called him into my office two days ago; he was almost crying, thought he might have done something wrong," Jonathon continued. "Did start crying when I gave him a ten cent an hour raise." "Yes sir," Frank mumbled. "Now, what you think would happen if I called him into my office and told him, gosh, I'm real sorry, but because your brother said 'fuck you' to me I'm going to have to let you go?" Jonathon said, getting to his feet and closing the door that Frank and Robin had barded though a moment earlier. Kay watched from the crack in the second set of doors. "Please don't..." Frank mumbled, close to tears. "I mean, Fred and Freddy Junior will understand, won't they? Frankie's a dumb ass punk, running his mouth, what can you do about that, huh?" Jonathon continued sitting on the edge of the desk again. "Daddy, please don't..." Robin said, tears running down her face. "I'll deal with you later," Jonathon said calmly. "For right now, though, I need to deal with this piece of shit you dragged into my house." "Daddy I..." Robin stammered. "Tell you what, Frankie," Jonathon said. "You told me to suck your dick. Why don't you suck mine?" "What?" Frank stammered. "What you say, Frankie? Suck my dick? I'll let Rickey keep his job?" "Please don't..." Robin begged. "Sir I'm sorry..." Frank mumbled. "I mean, hey, seems to be a fair trade; you suck my dick, your dad and your brothers keep their jobs and everybody's happy, right?" Jonathon smiled. Kay clenched her jaw tightly as she watched her father unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. Frank was sobbing as he knelt down in front of the powerful man. Robin felt sick as she watched her boyfriend begin to suck her father's cock. 'Oh, come on!" Jonathon said gruffly. "Your family's livelihood is on the line here and that's the best you can do? Come on! Suck my cock like Robin sucks yours, huh?" Robin turned and vomited into the wastebasket at the side of her father's desk. "Oh, that's much better, yeah, almost like you like it, huh?" Jonathon encouraged. He thrust his hips, driving his cock into the back of Frank's mouth. "That it, Frankie?" Jonathon taunted. "You like it? You like sucking cock?" Frank protested around Jonathon's cock as Jonathon kept driving it into his throat. "And here you go, Frankie; some spunk for you to chew on," Jonathon groaned as he pumped his seed into Frank's mouth. "Swallow it, you hear? Better not spill a drop of it, you hear?" "You go to your room," Jonathon commanded his daughter. "And, you," Jonathon said, zipping up his trousers. "Get out. I ever see you around my daughter again, I'll make this look like a walk in the park for you, you hear?" Kay scampered away just before the sobbing Robin burst through the doors. Kay ran to her bathroom, locked the door, and wiggled out of her jeans. Two strokes of her throbbing clitoris and the grossly overweight girl grunted in orgasm. Jonathon calmly finished reading his newspaper, folded it and set it aside, then left his office. "Daddy, I..." Robin stammered when he came into her room. A sharp slap to her face silenced her. "Off," Jonathon said, nodding his head. "Daddy, please, I..." Robin said. Another slap to her face and she began to peel down her snug jeans. "Please tell me you you've been using a condom while fucking that piece of shit," Jonathon said, looking at her hairless slit. Robin just sobbed harder. "Ah, here we are; you know? Should have done this to Frankie; bet he'd just love that," Jonathon said as he grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly from Robin's dresser. "Please, Daddy," Robin begged as she got on her knees on her bed. Later that night, Kay woke up to hushed, urgent voices. She stepped out of her bedroom, dressed in her flannel nightgown and tiptoed to the stairs. "Yes, I went in to check; I check both my girl's bedrooms before going to bed and saw that she wasn't there, Jonathon said. "Uh huh," Sheriff Ronald Monroe said, scribbling in his pad. "Please hurry," Beverly Baggett implored the police officer. "Yes ma'am, any idea what she might be wearing?" Ronald asked. "Jeans and a black fuzzy sweater, what do they call that? Velour. A velour sweater what she had on earlier," Jonathon offered. "They're not lying on the floor of her room; swear she has no clue where dirty clothes go." Early the next morning, before the sun came up, Kay was again awakened by murmuring voices and her sister's loud, drunken screams. "He's been fucking me up the ass!" Kay heard. "Huh? Isn't THAT against the fucking law? Fucking your own daughter? Up the ass?" Kay heard more murmuring. "Oh, fuck you! Supposed to be a fucking police officer; can see you're just another one of his cock suckers, fucking piece of shit, oh shut up mother! Sit by while he rapes me?" Kay heard Robin scream. "I'm twenty fucking years old! If I want to leave this house, I can! I'm an adult!" Kay heard louder as Robin stomped up the stairs. Chapter3 Kay knocked on Linda McCabe's door and waited. "Ah, come on in, Honey, how are you?" Linda smiled as she ushered the girl in. "I'm fine," Kay mumbled. Kay was intimidated by the gregarious Linda, more used to her mother's mild demeanor. Compared t Beverly, Linda seemed worldly, experienced, and sensual. Kay wished she could be more like Ms. McCabe. "So glad you could do this," Linda said as she slipped on her stiletto heeled pumps. She leaned close to Kay. "Boyfriend called at the last minute, says he's about to bust he needs some pussy so bad," Linda confided. "And I told him 'Honey, I understand totally! I need some dick so fucking bad I'm about to bust!'" Kay giggled nervously. "Now, Sammy and Joey go to bed at nine, but you already know that, got to go," Linda said, grabbing her purse. "Love married men," Linda confided. "I get the dick and someone else gets all the shit. Bye!" She pressed her lips on Kay's for an intimate kiss and then left. "Hi, Sammy, Joey," Kay said as she nudged the door of their bedroom open. "Hi Miss Kay," Joey, the talkative one answered. They were good boys, playing quietly until bath-time. "Mommy bathes us one at a time," Sammy offered. "Mommy's a lot more used to this than I am," Kay agreed. She needed the money; Robin had busted into her piggy bank, stealing over two hundred dollars, two hundred dollars Kay had been putting toward joining the gym in DeGarde. "Where's Miss Robin?" Joey asked again. His crush on the pretty woman was obvious. Kay was used to that; everyone seemed to be more attracted to her older sister. "I don't know," Kay answered truthfully. Robin had stolen as much money as she could from Jonathon's office, Kay's piggy bank, and Beverly's purse, then drove away in Beverly's car. The car was located several hours later, a block away from the Lafayette Greyhound bus terminal. The clerk behind the Greyhound counter did not remember selling a ticket to a pretty blonde so the trail ran cold. "She's pretty," Joey giggled. "Yeah, she is," Kay agreed. "But you're pretty too," Sammy offered. "Why thank you!" Kay smiled at the boy. Linda breezed in at eleven thirty, clothes and make up a mess, smiling from ear to ear. "Damn, I think I'm in love!" she confided to Kay. "Got time for a little wine?" "Um, just one, then I got to go," Kay decided. "I mean, damn, he has got a cock!" Linda said, pouring them each a glass. "And shoot!" Linda went on. "Fuck, stuff's running down my leg right now!" To prove her point, Linda lifted the hem of her skirt and showed Kay her pussy. Kay stared. The hair on Linda's head was a luxurious blonde, but the pubic hair she was staring at was a deep brown. Her pussy lips protruded from the thick mat of hair and Kay could see that there was a good amount of silvery looking stuff running down the insides of Linda's thighs. "Ever seen that much jizz?" Linda hooted. "Um, no, no ma'am," Kay confessed. "I've never..." "Oh!" Linda chuckled. "You're a virgin?" "Um, yeah, yes ma'am," Kay confessed. "Oh Honey!" Linda said. "Oh, wait until I tell my man! Oh, he's going to want to fuck you for sure!" "What? You can't..." Kay stammered. "Oh yeah, my lover? He wants to fuck you, says he would kill to be able to sink his cock in that sweet young pussy of yours," Linda went on. "What?" Kay gasped, shocked. "Told him, I get to taste that hot little box of yours first, though," Linda said and planted a hot kiss on the stunned girl's lips. "Ms. McCabe!" Kay gasped. "Oh, come on, Honey, call me Linda!" Linda enthused. "Ms. Linda, what..." Kay protested. "Shit, Honey, why you think I wanted you come over tonight?" Linda crooned, taking Kay's face in her hands. "Little bitch next door would have baby sat for two dollars an hour, but it's you I want; not that little slut." Supremacy She thrust her tongue into the girl's mouth. "Fuck, I love the taste of a girl's mouth," Linda complimented. "She stood up and pulled the shaking girl to her feet. "Tell me, Honey, you are eighteen, right?" Linda asked. "I mean, legal age in Louisiana's seventeen, but just brings up so many problems! You'd be surprised how few people know that, think it's eighteen, but..." "Yes ma'am, my birthday was at least five months ago," Kay Whispered as Linda began unbuttoning Kay's blouse. "God would kill to have tits like these!" Linda praised as Kay's bra feel to the floor. "They're ugly," Kay protested. "Ever do this?" Linda asked, sucking another kiss from Kay's lips. "Huh? You and your girlfriends ever lick each other's pussies?" "No ma'am," Kay said as Linda unbuttoned Kay's jeans. "Oh, God! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you? Oh, Honey! I am going to enjoy fucking you! Oh, and when my lover busts that cherry of yours!" Linda enthused, laughing. She eased the girl onto the couch and eased the girl's pudgy thighs apart. Kay couldn't help but scream as Linda's mouth sucked and licked her to orgasm. "Damn, oh, I do love the way you taste!" Linda said, wiping her face clean. "Here, Honey, fair's fair," Linda said, flopping down on the couch and lifting the hem of her skirt. Kay knelt down between Linda's splayed thighs and began tonguing Linda's hairy crotch. "Oh, that's it, taste that? That's my lover's come. Like that? Just think; you're going to have that running out of your pussy. And I'm going to lick it all up, lick it right out of your pussy, just like that, oh yeah, get it, get my little nubby, oh fuck you're good," Linda encouraged. "Like the way my lover tastes?" Linda asked Kay, sucking kisses from the girl's lips. "Huh? Like the taste of his come?" "Yes ma'am," Kay murmured. "Next time," Linda told Kay as the still shaking girl prepared to leave the house. "Next time, I'll let my man fuck you, and then I'll fuck you, all right? He's dying to fuck you, said he's wanted you for a long time." Linda pressed a twenty dollar bill into Kay's hand. "Who's your...?" Kay asked as the door closed in her face. Kay clutched the twenty dollar bill and sprinted home. **** "Now remember; I'm bringing my man over; hope you're ready," Linda whispered to Kay, then kissed the girl hotly. Sammy and Joey were good, as usual, but Kay was jittery, watching the clock slowly edge forward. Finally, bath time was out of the way, prayers said and two stories read. "God, he's so excited he fucked me twice and still is ready to go!" Linda whispered hoarsely as she breezed into the house. "Come on, let's get you ready." Linda pulled Kay into her bedroom and hurriedly stripped the nervous girl. "So where is he?" Kay asked as Linda lighted several candles around the room. "Told him give me ten minutes then come on in," Linda explained. "He said what he wants to see is you, laying on the bed, legs spread and ready for him while I'm riding your face." Kay groaned as she imagined how vulgar the scene would look. "And I told you, he fucked me twice so you got a lot of come to get to tonight," Linda encouraged. "Like this?" Kay asked, stretching out on the bed. "Yeah and..." Linda said and squatted over Kay's mouth. "You're going to love it, Baby," Linda enthused as they felt the bed sag. Kay struggled; she wanted to see her unknown admirer, see the man that said he had wanted her for a long time. Linda held the girl's head still with her muscular thighs. "No, no, Sweetheart; you'll see who it is soon enough," Linda whispered and forced her slimy pussy down on Kay's mouth. Kay sucked in her breath as she felt a man touch her bare leg, pushing her legs further apart. She gasped as she felt hot breath on her pussy lips. "Didn't I tell you? God, does she taste good or what?" Linda chortled. Kay grunted in orgasm as the unknown man casually flicked his tongue over her fat clitoris. "I want..." the man growled and Kay felt his bulk press down on her belly. Then an intense pain as her hymen was brutally broken. She came to, feeling the man thrusting in and out of her sore pussy. "That's it, Johnny, fill that tight cunt up," Linda encouraged. Kay opened her eyes and looked into her lover's eyes. She sobbed out as she realized that her lover was her father. "Didn't I tell you?" Linda asked, lying next to Kay on the bed. Kay turned to face the woman and Linda thrust her tongue into Kay's mouth. "God, love these tits!" Linda enthused, gripping one of Kay's heavy breasts. "Daddy," Kay protested. "Oh fuck yeah," Jonathon grunted and held himself taut. "Clean it," Jonathon ordered as he pulled his soft cock out of his daughter's pussy. "I've just got to..." Linda said and wiggled around to suck her lover's sperm from Kay's pussy. "Daddy, please don't..." Kay begged but Jonathon gripped her head and forced his cock into her protesting mouth. "Mmph!" Kay grunted around the slimy cock. "Mmph!" she grunted again as Linda sucked her to orgasm. "Fuck yeah," Jonathon encouraged as his cock began to swell again. "Move," he ordered Linda and again knelt between Kay's plump thighs. "Didn't I tell you? Isn't he great?" Linda asked Kay, eyes shining brightly. "Ms. Linda! That's my Daddy!" Kay whispered as Jonathon pumped his cock in and out of Kay's pussy. "I know that, silly goose!" Linda agreed. Kay stiffened in orgasm and a moment later, felt more of her father's sperm shoot into her. "Now, you go on home," Linda said to Jonathon. "I'll send her home in a few minutes." "No, I'll wait for her in the living room," Jonathon said and dressed. "Ms. Linda, I can't..." Kay whined, embarrassed. "Listen to me, Honey," Linda cooed, softly stroking the girl's belly. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with what just happened here." "What you mean there isn't? I mean, there's all kinds of laws against..." Kay argued. "And it felt great, didn't it?" Linda countered. "Well, yeah, but that doesn't..." Kay shrilled, pulling up her large panties. "Listen, anyone get hurt?" Linda asked. "Huh? Anyone get hurt? No. No one got hurt, your daddy showed you how a real man makes love to a woman, you gave your daddy your cherry, no one got hurt, and so what's the fucking problem, huh?" Linda shrugged on a silk kimono and followed the girl out of the bedroom. "Come here," Jonathon ordered. Kay cautiously approached the couch where Jonathon sat. "Come on, sit, I want to talk with you," Jonathon said. "Yes sir?" Kay murmured, perched on the edge of the couch. "You're my little girl," Jonathon cooed, pulling the girl closer to him. "Huh? My little girl. And now, now you're my big girl too. Now you and me; we can make each other happy." "Yes sir," Kay softly agreed. "Good, good," Jonathon soothed. "Now..." He unzipped his trousers and pulled his erect cock out. "Come on, make me happy. Use your mouth and make me happy, all right?" Jonathon ordered and pushed her head toward his crotch. "She good?" Linda asked, running her hand up and down Jonathon's muscular bicep. "Yeah, she is," Jonathon sighed as Kay suckled on his cock. "Fuck, even better than you and you're fucking great at this." Suddenly, Kay felt her father push hard on the back of her head, jamming his cock into her throat. "Aw, shit, yeah, fuck yeah, oh God; she's good at, aw shit!" Jonathon grunted and shot into Kay's mouth. "Come on; I'll drive you home now," Jonathon said, zipping up his trousers. "So, when are you most fertile?" Jonathon asked as a red faced Kay wobbled toward the door. "Ah!" Kay suddenly gasped, realizing that right now was a pretty dangerous time for her. Chapter 4 Linda took Kay to her hairdresser, a woman in Kimble that ran a salon out of the front of her home. "Maggie, give her the same as me," Linda ordered. Maggie looked at the plump girl and fought down the revulsion. The five foot two inch girl weighed close to two hundred pounds; dying her hair blonde wasn't going to do much to improve her looks. "Got it, Sweetie," Maggie forced a cheerful smile on her face. Kay kept admiring her new blonde tresses while Maggie worked on touching up Linda's roots. Finally, they were done and they left the woman's salon. "What about...?" Kay asked, pointing to her crotch "Fuck no!" Linda laughed. "Jonathon loves when the carpet don't match the drapes! Says it's so nasty!" "Suppose I shave it?" Kay asked. "That's kind of nasty, isn't it?" "No! Absolutely not!" Linda cried out. She looked over at Kay. "That's how your daddy found out about Robin fucking that Jennings kid. Robin knew your daddy likes a big old bush but when she started fucking that little punk, he convinced her to shave it for him. Damn was your daddy pissed! Oowee; he wanted to just kill that little piece of shit!" Linda exclaimed. "No, no, you want your daddy to go crazy? Take you a comb and kind of pick that hair out, you know, fluff it up a bunch. That's what I do and he just loves that shit," Linda advised. Linda dropped Kay off at her house and Kay let herself in. "Kay! What did you...?" Beverly cried out. Then Beverly's face grew hard. "Oh," she sneered. "Got your hair done, like your father's latest whore, I see." She laughed at Kay's stunned expression. "Oh yes, I know all about little Miss Linda McCabe. Thirty one years old, never been married but has two little bastards running around. Ever wonder how she can afford to live in such a nice house?" "I uh..." Kay stuttered. "Whoring herself out," Beverly sneered. "She spreads her legs for money." "Well at least they will pay to be with her," Kay sneered back. "Good luck getting one to pay for you." Kay clutched her face where her mother slapped her and ran to her room. After dinner, Jonathon pulled Kay into his office and fucked her, fucked her hard and furious. The whole time he was hammering into her, he played with her hair. "I love you, Pumpkin," he murmured as they rested on the couch in his office. "I love you too, Daddy," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "So, um, think you might be a little pregnant?" he asked, rubbing her belly. "I uh, I don't know," Kay admitted. "I'm pretty sure I am; I think so." "Well, we're going to have to do something about that; can't have my little girl having a baby out of wedlock," Jonathon said, gently stroking her belly. "Daddy, you can't!" Kay cried out, appalled. "What? Oh, no, no, Baby! No, I just meant we're going to have to find you a husband," Jonathon assured her. "But, if I'm married, then that means we can't..." Kay said, fresh tears forming in her eyes. "Like hell," Jonathon snorted, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Pumpkin, you of all people should know I get what I want. And I damned sure want you." She left his office, happy, secure. Daddy would take care of everything. **** Mickey Bernard, armed with his Associate's Degree in Computer Information Systems from Delgado Community College in New Orleans, Louisiana had been hired by Jonathon Baggett to install a computer system at the mattress factory. He was a short, scrawny man, still plagued by the acne of his youth. Unremarkable in his looks, he was quite remarkable in his intelligence, particularly in computer languages. He typed out the string of commands in Fortran, staring intently at the bright blue screen, then hit 'enter' and laughed out loud when the answer came back almost immediately. Mickey downloaded the information onto the floppy disck, labeled it and locked it into the carrying case. The buzzer sounded, causing him to jump. He then looked at the clock and realized it was nine o'clock, time for the second shift to have their dinner. And well past Mickey's time to lock up the office and go home. He had wanted to write a few programs in COBOL, wanted to have it ready to show Mr. Baggett when the man came into the office in the morning, but realized it would most likely be futile to start on that project this late at night... He looked around, even though he was in the office by himself and dug a small plastic bag out of his floppy disc carrying case. A snort up each nostril and his weariness was gone. But, Mickey was still smart enough to shut the office lights off, lock the door, and drive home to his apartment. Three hours later, he snorted another bit of the cocaine and returned to the office. Mickey was still hard at work when Jonathon Baggett let himself into the office the next morning. "Good morning, Mickey cheerfully called out. Jonathon studied him for a long moment, and then returned the greeting. He continued to stare hard at Mickey while Mickey rambled on about the COBOL program he was working on. Mickey began to perspire; Jonathon Baggett made him extremely nervous as it was; the man exuded confidence, power, traits that Mickey did not possess. His cocaine ravaged brain began to manufacture paranoia and Mickey finally shut up, grabbing his floppy disc carrying case. "Leave that here, please," Jonathon ordered. "I was fiddling with the computer yesterday and it kept asking me to insert disc." "I um, which one you want? I'll get it for you," Mickey stammered. He had two small bags of coke in the case. "I don't know; just leave them all; I'll find the one I want when I want it," Jonathon snapped. "Well um, see, some of them aren't finished yet and if you insert them you might corrupt the system," Mickey said. "The computer is mine; those discs are mine, leave them here," Jonathon ordered, already digging through the file cabinet for a file he wanted. "I um, how about I..." Mickey stammered, sweat trickling down his back. "There a problem, Mr. Bernard?" Jonathon snapped. "No, no problem," Mickey finally agreed and slunk out of the office. Mickey spent a restless afternoon and a sleepless night. Coming down was hard enough, but coming down when you're sure there'll be knocking at your door at any moment was tortuous. Finally, as dawn crept into the window of his small apartment, Mickey forced himself to shave and shower and even eat some scrambled eggs. "Mr. Bernard," Jonathon greeted him curtly when Mickey came into the office. "Good morning, Mr. Baggett," Mickey said, looking furtively around the office. "I um, tried to find a FORTRAN file; you did say it was FORTRAN, right, the one that figures out the formula for the synthetic filler? Cheaper to manufacture than to buy?" Jonathon said, motioning Mickey into a chair. "Yeah, yeah, FORTRAN. Not sure I'm finished with that one yet, the synthetic formula yet," Mickey stammered. "Seems I found something else besides floppy discs in the case, though," Jonathon said cold blue eyes boring into Mickey's skull. "Oh?" Mickey asked. "What'd you find?" "Do you take me for an idiot, Mr. Bernard?" Jonathon snapped. "No, no sir," Mickey swallowed. "Mr. Bernard, I could call the police; I am quite friendly with Ronald Monroe; he's the Sheriff here in Bender," Jonathon said, eyes still boring into Mickey. "Yes sir?" Mickey said, swallowing hard. "In fact I did call him and asked him just how long two little bags of cocaine could get someone," Jonathon said, turning and taking a sip of his coffee. "Know what he told me?" "Um," Mickey said. "Four to twelve years for each bag," Jonathon said. "There were two of them. I don't think you need that computer there to figure out how long that is, do you?" "Um, no, no, that's..." Mickey swallowed hard. "How you think you'd do in prison, Mr. Bernard? A scrawny little guy likes you, huh?" Jonathon asked, putting his coffee down and staring at the wall. "I uh," Mickey stammered. "Here's the deal, Mr. Bernard," Jonathon said, still staring at the wall. "I've got a little problem I think you can help me with; you've got a little problem I can help you with. We help each other, everybody's happy, right?" "Yes sir?" Mickey said. "Know my daughter?" Jonathon asked, reaching for the family portrait that sat on his mahogany desk. "Robin?" Mickey asked. "Hmm, Robin? No, no, my youngest. Kay," Jonathon said, pulling the five by seven frame toward him. "Oh," Mickey said, shuddering at the obese girl in the photograph. "Seems she's pregnant and for whatever reason, the man that knocked her up can't marry her," Jonathon said, turning the photograph so that Mickey could see his Kay. "Who in the fuck would fuck that fat ass bitch?" Mickey wanted to say, but wisely kept his mouth shut. "So, what do you say?" Jonathon asked. "What?" Mickey asked. "You step up, you marry my daughter, help raise her baby, and I forget about the two little bags of coke I found in your case," Jonathon said, putting the photograph back on the edge of the desk. "No way in hell!" Mickey exploded. "Okay," Jonathon said easily. "Let me call Ronald. Ever been fucked up the ass, Mr. Bernard? Little bitty guy like you'll be very popular in the showers." "Wait!" Mickey said as Jonathon began twirling the rotary dial of the telephone. "Yes?" Jonathon asked, putting his finger on the cradle of the telephone. **** Kay was bubbling happily as she got ready for her date, her very first date ever. Her mother's refusal to help her had been a cloud on the horizon, but Linda graciously stepped in. "I think the white skirt; he's taking you for Chinese? Where is there a Chinese place in Bender? The white skirt will be great with this pink blouse," Linda prattled. "And these bikini panties," Jonathon said, entering the bedroom. "Daddy!" Kay said, both embarrassed and excited. "And..." Jonathon said, unzipping his trousers. "Give him a little of me to taste when you kiss him, hear?" Mickey fought down his shudder of distaste as the fat blob answered the door. Dressed in pink blouse, white skirt, and white knee socks with black Mary Janes, he had to admit she wasn't as unattractive as she looked in the photograph. "There's something different," Mickey said, looking at her. "Oh, hey! When did, you're a blonde now?" "Yeah, you like it?" Kay smiled and before Mickey could answer, shoved her pudgy tongue into his mouth. "Hi, I'm so glad you asked me out, you can just ask Daddy, I told him I thought you were kind of cute when he hired you but I bet you took one look at Robin and I didn't even count, huh?" Kay babbled as Mickey brought her over to his car. The car's suspension did let out a groan as she settled in and Mickey walked around to the driver's side, disheartened. Hop Kim's in Kimble served a decent Twice Cooked Pork and a very good Kung Paw Tofu. Mickey did very little talking; Kay did more than enough talking for the two of them. "So, um, they got that dollar cinema and uh, oh, they opened that bowling alley in Flowers, you want to go..." Mickey said as they left the restaurant. "How about we just go to the Basin?" Kay said. "I mean, unless you got the money for a room?" She had called her father from Hop Kim, just as Jonathon had demanded. "Honey, I know you're happy to be out on a date; don't know why you didn't have more of them, you're such a beautiful girl," Jonathon had said. "Daddy, no one thinks I'm beautiful," Kay had argued. "But you need to let that punk know you're in charge," Jonathon continued. "Take him out to the Basin, or, I know, there's that motel right there; take him there and make him eat you. He does a good job, let him fuck you. He doesn't do a good job; send him on home with blue balls." "Yes sir," Kay agreed. "Or we could just go back to my place," Mickey offered. Kay agreed and Mickey actually put his hand on her fat thigh as he drove. Supremacy "You any good at eating hair pie?" Kay asked the moment the door was closed. Chapter 5 Beverly objected to the rushed wedding, objected to her daughter marrying a man she barely knew. But Jonathon overrode all of Beverly's objections and the civil service went without a hitch. "And," Jonathon said, presenting the happy Kay and subdued Mickey with a pair of tickets. "An all-expense paid seven day Caribbean cruise." "Thank you, sir," Mickey said. "And Ms. McCabe and I have the room next to yours," Jonathon said. Beverly immediately called her lawyer to begin divorce proceedings. Jonathon's numerous affairs were not secret, but until now, he had always been discrete. Jesse Johnson nodded in satisfaction as Jonathon Baggett handed him the marriage license and pre-nuptial agreement Kay and Mickey had signed. "I assume Beverly's calling her lawyer, some big city dip shit out of New Orleans," Jonathon laughed. "Tie it up for as long as you can; her money will run out sooner or later." "Your dad and his um, his, his, whatever she is are coming with us?" Mickey asked. "Yeah, why? They're the ones paying for it," Kay shrugged. She eased her panties down her thick legs and smiled at him. "Now, come on, let me see if you learned anything," Kay said, pointing to her furry snatch. She nearly orgasmed as he dutifully knelt and began lapping at her puffy pussy lips. Just before they left Linda's house, Daddy had pumped a good load of semen into her pussy. Then she'd put on the polyester panties to keep Daddy's sperm in her pussy. Now, her clueless husband was busily licking Daddy's sperm out of her hairy box. "Get my nubby, see that thing right there?" Kay ordered. "Remember the deal; make me come, then you can come." On the cruise, Mickey found that he was expected to sit in the tiny cabin and wait for Kay, Linda and Jonathon to call for him to join them. "You're in charge, Honey," Jonathon whispered in her ear as he pumped his slimy cock in and out of her pussy. "Let him have his way once and it'll take forever to retrain him." They did summon him from the cabin to join them at the dinner table. There, he found out that he was their servant, fetching them food from the extensive buffet table. After the meal, Kay, Linda, and Jonathon went dancing; Mickey went back to the cabin. He was awakened by a drunken, giggling Kay. "Come on, let's see it," Kay ordered, tugging on his Jockeys. "We're married now; about time I got to see it, right?" "Oh my God! It's so tiny!" Kay shrieked as she exposed Mickey's flaccid cock. "Linda, come quick! You got to see this itty bitty thing!" "I've seen tiny cocks; remember? ," Linda drunkenly sneered from the doorway. "Aw, it's so cute!" Kay said and began to suck it. Despite his humiliation, Mickey's cock did begin to harden under Kay's oral talents. Within moments, he was spurting a load down Kay's throat. "Love you," Kay mumbled, burped in a most unladylike manner, and then began snoring heavily. Mickey stared at her incredulously. How could she even pretend to love him? Her callous treatment of him the two days they'd been married demonstrated anything but love. Contempt, maybe, but love? In the morning, Mickey was awakened by Kay's slaps to his face and head. Her hands were beefy ones and her slaps were substantial blows. "You took advantage of me!" she screeched. "Come in my mouth like that? How dare you!" With her father right next door, Mickey did not dare slap back, just covered his face as best he could. "It'll be a cold day in Hell I ever let you do that again," Kay shrilled, dashing into the bathroom to gargle. **** When compared to the cost of rent in New Orleans, Mickey's two bedroom, one bathroom apartment was a bargain at two hundred and ninety five a month. "Need to be saving up," Jonathon ordered his son. "My grandson needs a back yard to play in." "Kind of hard," Mickey complained. Kay spent money at an alarming rate, on things they did not need It was obvious to Mickey that no one had ever told the girl 'NO.' "Kind of hard or not, you need to do it," Jonathon barked. "Tired of visiting you in that little shit-box you call a home." "Hasn't been a home ever since your fat ass daughter plopped her lump down," Mickey thought, but didn't say it. "Anyway, Linda and I are coming over tomorrow night," Jonathon said. "We'll talk more then. Good night." "Good night," Mickey grumbled. He worked for another hour, knowing that Kay would not be home; she would be at Linda's house. He would make himself a sandwich, drink a beer or two, provided Kay left him any, and then watch television until Kay came home. Then she would demand some servile chore of him, usually rubbing oil into her already greasy skin, rubbing her swollen, smelly feet, or tonguing her slimy pussy to orgasm. Twice in the two months they'd been married, she'd allowed him to mount her and fuck her. Then, she berated him and belittled him on both his performance and his penis size. Tonight was no different; she told him to eat her pussy, and then allowed him to mount her. "Is it in yet?" she giggled as he grunted and wheezed. He stiffened and shot a thin dribble of semen into her. "Okay, why don't you clean it up?" Kay cooed, using her hands to pull her sloppy pussy open. Mickey got to his feet to get a wash cloth. "No, no, with your mouth," Kay spat. "But my, my, I shot some stuff in there," Mickey said. "And? Not like you haven't been getting plenty of stuff," Kay said. She laughed at his stunned face. Mickey felt like throwing up when he realized why her pussy was always so slimy. "Hey, where are you... what? Where the fuck does you think you're going?" Kay demanded when he abruptly ran from the room. After vomiting until there was nothing left, Mickey cleaned himself and the bathroom up. Mickey slept on the couch and was quite happy to do so. As her pregnancy progressed, so did Kay's level of flatulence. He left long before Kay woke up; she didn't usually rouse herself until after noon anyway. "Remember, Linda and I are coming over for dinner tonight," Jonathon said when Mickey came in. "Been shopping for it," Mickey agreed. "Nice little grocery store down the street; Early's? I like that place." Chapter 6 Kay just shrugged when Mickey only set the table for three. She happily assisted him as he cooked a simple stew, tasting it and offering suggestions as to what he might add to the sauce. In a moment of warmth, she moved to kiss him but Mickey turned his head so Kay just kissed him on the cheek. "Oops, that's them," Kay laughed when the buzzer gave off an anemic buzz. She skipped to the door and flung it wide. Jonathon and Linda greeted her warmly; Jonathon giving Kay's breast a quick fondle. Mickey continued to cook, ignoring their guests. Jonathon couldn't let that moment pass and came into the small kitchenette. "So, son," Jonathon smirked. "Want to get your daily does of spunk straight from the source tonight?" Mickey flushed with anger, but forced a smile to his face. "No, no, think I'll just get it from Kay's pussy, if you don't mind," he said easily and put the cover on the pot of stew. "Get you anything to drink?" "Oh, I like that vase; got that from Babbage's" Linda asked. "Yeah; it was only three hundred, believe that?" Kay asked. "Three hundred?" Mickey wanted to scream. "Can't keep your woman in line, huh?" Jonathon smirked and went into the small living room to chat with the women. Mickey looked up from the rice to see that the living room was now empty but shrugged. Then he heard their bed creaking. A moment later, the trio reappeared, all smirking. Kay's blouse was unbuttoned to the top two buttons, leaving her noticeable belly bare. There were lipstick prints adorning her belly, and Linda's lipstick was smeared. "I um, I thought we'd start off with a nice salad," Mickey mumbled and the three took their seats. "And salad," Mickey announced, setting down three small plates. "Iceberg lettuce, baby spinach, cucumber, some grape tomatoes and slivered almonds. Oh, and some home made buttermilk ranch dressing; y'all enjoy." "Dressing tastes a little funny," Linda commented. "Buttermilk usually does taste a little on the sour side, doesn't it?" Mickey said. "But it's not; doesn't expire until Sunday." "Lemonade's strong," Jonathon said, taking asp. "Fresh made," Mickey agreed. Mickey returned to the kitchenette and nibbled on a ham and cheese sandwich. He turned off the rice when the timer dinged, but did not uncover the pot. "Wow, Honey, I didn't know you could cook like this," Kay commented as she scraped her plate clean. "Whatever that is smells divine," Linda complimented as she stuffed the last of her salad into her mouth. "And some beef stew; I really didn't have time to do anything fancy," Mickey said as he served three generous portions of the savory stew. Jonathon gulped at his lemonade. "Damn, it hot in here?" Jonathon asked, sweat pouring down his face. "No, no, it's not hot in here," Mickey smiled, putting a hand on Jonathon's shoulder. "My feet are burning up," Kay groaned. "I can turn the AC up if y'all want, but it's not hot in here," Mickey smiled. Linda's face was turning purple. Linda did not try to eat any of the stew. She fanned at her sweating face and labored to breathe. Kay and Jonathon ate a few bites of the meal. "God damn!" Jonathon groaned, clutching his belly. "Oh, my..." Linda croaked and vomited. "No, it's not hot in here," Mickey chuckled. "That's the arsenic and strychnine doing its job." "The...?" Jonathon asked as he fell forward, head making a solid 'thunk' as it hit the table. "Arsenic and...? You, you tried to kill me?" Kay screamed, face twisted in disbelief. "Oh, I hope I didn't just try; I hope I succeeded, Honey," Mickey giggled as she got to her feet. For whatever reason Kay thought she could outrun the poison and actually tried to run for the door of the apartment. She collapsed with a sickening splat, vomited heartily, and then lay still. Chapter 7 "You, you' you're trying to tell me..." Ed Baggett stammered as Mickey finished his tale. "Why would I lie?" Mickey asked. With a nervous cough, the man in the ill fitting navy blue suit asked a few more questions. Dr. Steven answered most of the questions; Mickey answered the few that Dr. Steven did not. "My sister; that baby, that wasn't your baby?" Ed Baggett asked. "No, she was already pregnant when your dad forced me to marry her," Mickey answered. "I thought that was your baby," Ed said. "Um, Mr. Baggett, please," another of the men harrumphed and Ed nodded his head. "Thank you, Mr. Bernard," the man in the brown suit said, shuffling papers. The two guards entered ant guided Mickey out of the room. "Now what?" Ed asked. The man in the navy blue suit looked up as if he was surprised that Ed was still in the room. "I uh, we um, we go over all of..." the man stammered. "This is a State run facility, Mr. Baggett," Dr. Steven said dryly. "If my head burst into flames, we'd still have to fill out ten forms and wait for a purchase order to be issued before we could put out the fire." "In other words...?" Ed asked. "In other words, we'll go through everything, double check everything, and probably still not come to any decision about Michael Bernard, or the other three residents on our docket today," Dr. Steven continued. "But, thank you for coming in." "Now, when he was sentenced, he got three life sentences," Ed said. "That doesn't mean anything any more?" Ed drove south on Highway 467 until he reached Highway 54, then drove west for an hour. He pulled up to Pine Grove Assisted Living Center and parked in the visitor's parking lot. It always depressed him to visit Pine Grove; he wished he could care for his mother, but he couldn't. After her third stroke, Beverly was no longer ambulatory and required constant supervision. Her mind had deteriorated to the point that she just sat, babbled in some strange language, and then laughed at some unknown joke. "You came!" an elderly man greeted him. "Here to see my mother," Ed greeted the unofficial greeter of Pine Grove. Every time he came to see his mother, the old man happily greeted Ed, as if Ed had come to see him. "And I know she'll appreciate that," the old man encouraged. "Visiting hours are over, but go on," the nurse at the rotunda shrugged. "That old man, the one that greets everybody," Ed asked her. "Anyone ever come for him?" "No," she shook her head. "He had only one brother and he disowned Ivan when Ivan came out of the closet and he and his lover had no children. When Billy died, that left Ivan all alone." "And yet he sits there and greets..." Ed mused aloud. Beverly ignored him, trapped in her own world. She did flinch when he pressed his lips to her cheek and babbled something in an angry tone of voice. "You come back real quick, okay?" Ivan cheerfully told him. "Hey Ivan, next time I come, there anything you need?" Ed asked. "Well, I uh, blackberry jam! I'd love a big old jar of blackberry jam! My mother used to make her own; oh my God that was the best stuff ever!" Ivan stammered excitedly (Used to grab a big old spoon and dip it in there, oh, my mother would tan my hide for dripping that stuff all over her kitchen but...". Ed made a promise to himself that he would pick up a jar for the cheerful old man. **** Dr. Steven had applied for, and received permission to do something slightly different at the facility. So on Friday night, the residents filed into the large conference room and took their seats. They sat, facing the large screen and murmured as the lights were dimmed. Walt Disney's classic 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves' began to play and all was fine for much of the movie. "Eat it, you fucking cunt!" Buddy Webb screamed as the evil old witch gave the unsuspecting Snow White the poisoned apple. "Eat it!" "Webb, calm down," one of the guards threatened. "Yeah! Eat it, you fucking whore!" Buddy screamed. "You're a fucking stupid slut! Living with them seven guys? Fucking whore!" "Oh well, it was worth a try," Dr. Steven shrugged as Buddy was led, still screaming happily from the room. When the lights were turned back on, they discovered that someone, during Buddy Webb's outburst, had crushed Mickey's larynx and the man had suffocated. * Thank you for reading my story.