0 comments/ 125786 views/ 16 favorites A Forced Response Ch. 01 By: Timothy_Dickey "Warning if you are easily offended by racial language and violence then this story is not for you. Please move on to another story by another author if that is the case." * I walked in the door from a hard day's work at the Sawmill in the nearby town. I had several friends and wives that I led into the home and asked them to retire to the end of the house until my wife arrived. It was to be the usual Friday evening gathering of friends and I wanted to have the snacks for tonight activities finished and ready to serve. I mentioned that I would then join them in a bit. I asked them to enjoy themselves in the billiard room till then. Each and every day, I have to commute way outside the city limits for work. It usually takes me about forty-five minutes to an hour to get to my job and about the same time back home at the end of the day. I don't have to do this type of job. I want to, not that I have to. My wife started work about a month ago at a large corporation downtown as a secretary here in the city where we live. She did not finish college early in life while, I finished here in the city with a Masters in Business. So you might ask, "Why work at a Sawmill?" I started this business from the ground floor and I am the boss and co-owner at this Mill. I employ about 300 dedicated men and women that each pulls a hard day's work for an honest day's pay. My wife does not need to work. She wanted an occupation to get her out of the house for part of the day since our last child that we had left home for college two months back. I have two beautiful young women and a young handsome hulk of a young man as my only children. I would do anything for them. I kicked off my shoes near the kitchen and was trying to get snacks made as quickly as possible for our waiting guest. Each Friday night, I invite a group of different guys to come play in a poker match at home and I invite their wives to come and meet and socialize with my wife. All the guys had followed me over after letting them off early to gather up their wives and meet me at home. The phone rang twice before I could answer it from the kitchen. I pick up the phone and my wife's phone Id was shown in the display. I said, "Hi honey. Are you on your way home?" "Yes, Bobby, I am just about home. I have someone coming by shortly after I arrive that wants to meet you." I replied, "Sure have them come on over." I was sure that she remembered that tonight some of my best friends from work were to be here early at the house before she arrived. You know the saying the more the merrier. I hollered at Kim a few minutes later as she walked in the front room next to the Kitchen. "Who will be dropping by? She replied, "Just my boss. He has some issues to discuss with you that are very important. I am going in the bedroom to change out of my work attire before he arrives and into something more comfortable." Her answer had me interested, but I did not have a chance to ask another question before she was quickly leaving the room headed for our bedroom. I wanted to know what issues that he might have with me that concerned my lovely wife and her work. I finished with the chips, dip and drinks for the men and all the other healthy snacks for the wives before my last two guests and my wife's boss would arrive. I was just washing my hands and reaching for the towel when the door bell rang. Kim answered in a loud voice, "Can you get the door Bobby?" I replied, "Yea, I have it...It is just the last of the guest, Jeffery and his wife Jill getting here probably." "What? I did not hear you Bobby. What did you say honey?" I figured that she would figure it out when she came back into the room with the men and women located off on the other wing near the back of the house by the large den. I looked outside and a large black man was leaning against the wall by my front door. He looked like, acted like and dressed like a damn hoodlum, but my wife said that her boss was stopping by. I asked before fully opening the door of who he was. With a quick shove he pushed his way in before I could stop him. "Hey White Fucker, I work with Kim and I am here to fuck her in front of you this evening. I intend to fuck her every which way and enjoy it since it will be the first time ever between us. I intend to make it clear with you as for all the new rules and issues that will apply after tonight. You can take that to the bank you dumb white fuck." I have always been politically correct since even before the days of Clinton but I wanted to tell him to get his lamentable self-righteous Nigger Cotton Field Ass out of my house and off my estate. "Hey, Bitch! Get your sorry ass in here so that I can fuck you in front of your husband and show him who you and your daughters' pussies will soon belong to. This Fucker has to know right now that last night was the last night that your dumb ass cunt belonged to him! I want a taste of you before my posse gets here after nine to try you out." I replied back forcefully, "Hey you Black Buckwheat shit for brains, get the fuck out of my home before I have you removed by force." The black man replied, "You and what fucking White boys think that shit. You could not even move your own fuck pile. I will enjoy fucking that cunt piece for all its worth tonight and every night that I want." Well he must have not heard the door open behind him. Not only my son, but six of the men that I had invited over had slipped into the room behind him. One of the wives was on the phone dialing the Police to come out and remove this dog turd from my home or so I thought. I made up my mind that the Police were going to have him only after I had my way with this dumb ass prick and show him who the real boss was. Kim came around the corner at a fast pace and froze in stride when he had said his last statement. I believed that she had already called the Police and was coming in to tell me until I noticed the nearly sheer red negligee that she had thrown on after retiring away to change. I then realized that she had frozen in place due to the men behind the prick along with her son sneaking almost on top of the dumbass. Her face contorted in fear. The look on my son's face was only of pure murder and the my workers' anger of wanting to hang the bastard by his black balls for his vulgarity. "What makes you think that you are man enough to cross this line of my marriage when my wife will not be working for you tomorrow you shithead! I also believe that you would not be acting this way when I string your sorry ass into court tomorrow and get you and your company if you so happen to own any of it for damages and trespassing. Besides dipshit I am not afraid of any of your shit or your fucked up posse", I said. Jamal replied, "I am the head bull where I work. I am "The Black Bull" in this town. She will be at work tomorrow because I might want to fuck her there. At work, I also own seven other white pussies and their white cuckold husbands and some others in this here town. The white fuckers pay my bills and I fuck their wives anywhere and anytime that I like. I share my white cunts with my black friends and my white bitches love my black cock and every black male that I share them with while out on dates. So get used to it you dumb fuck." He said, "Kim; hurry your dumb white ass out from the hallway and over here by me so I can show that fucker of a husband how to really fuck your cunt." Kim remained frozen behind me. Time for her had stopped while she knew that her son was fixing to take this very aggressive man from her job to the floor in front of her. He again said, "Hey Bitch! Get the fuck over here right...!" Before he could finish saying the rest, my son James had picked him up like a rag doll and body slammed him down to the tile floor. James did not pull any punches when the black bastard's head hit the floor first before the rest of his body did. I was very sure that James did that on purpose to prove a point to the dipshit. James motioned for Buck, my foreman from the job to wrap him up in an arm bar to keep him from moving or getting away. James walked past me and Kim toward his room. Less than thirty seconds later he returned with some heavy rope and an Aluminum baseball bat and something else that was very white with holes that I could not place where I had seen it due to the angle that it was held. James had trussed him up like a steer just as if he had trussed up cattle while practicing for his rodeo matches each fall for the County Fair. James again picked the unconscious man up like a small load of laundry and placed him in a large single back leather chair without arms. James then tied him so that he could not fall out by accident. I then noticed Kim standing by herself nearby the edge of the room in the hallway. I yelled, "Kim, get in our bedroom this instant and change right now. You are not presentable before my men and their wives. That includes in front of your son and this soon to be black asshole male steer of a boss." With a quick stride to her and a soft slap across the face, she got the point of my statement and went to her room followed by two of my co-worker's wives to help her get re-dressed before coming back out. My son walked into the kitchen and reached into the cabinet for a glass. He turned on the faucet and filled the glass full of ice cold water. He brought it back into the room and poured a little over the guys head and then flung the rest into the guy's face and quickly stepped behind Jamal. Jamal woke up suddenly and believed I had slung the water in his face. He was still looking at me and had not yet noticed my son and the rest of the other men behind him. "Hey White Fucker, you better release me or you will be sorry when my boys arrive in a little bit to fuck your wife." I walked toward Jamal and raised my hand back and came down hard across his face. I said, "You black ass, dumb head. You must have turd shit for brains. You must not realize what you have walked yourself into this evening when you pushed your way into my home and threatened me and my family. I do not know what con game you have pulled over my faithful wife, but it ends here and now. You think you are a Big Black Bull in this here city, but after tonight you will be only a steer if you are lucky, so get used to it." I walked behind Jamal and asked one of the guys in a whisper if anyone had called the Police yet. He replied back softly, "No, they had not called." The husbands had asked the wives not too because they were just as interested in getting a piece of Jamal as much as yourself or James." I had new thoughts running in my mind after hearing that. I walked back in front of Jamal and slapped him again hard with my open hand to get his attention. "I want to know the names and phone numbers of the wives and husbands of your little Harem. I intend to invite them over here tonight. They might want to look at what actual dog shit is and where to dispose of it." "No fucking way you white cuckold prick, I ain't saying anything else and there is not a damn thing that you can do to me to make me talk." I motioned for my son to walk toward us and please stand in front of him. Jamal now noticed someone else in the room by the sound of footsteps coming nearer. James slowly came around the chair and placed something in front of his face. Jamal had to keep raising his head to see all of him. Even though Jamal was about 6 foot 2 inches and about 230 pounds to my 5 foot 7 inches and 160 pounds, we were both tiny compared to my son James. James was 6 foot 8 inches and 390 pounds, give or take. He normally benched 700 pounds easily is why he handled Jamal like a rabid dog with a bone. James was a hulk of a man. He had offers to play pro-ball and wrestle on WWE after he had finished High School because of his unusual size and strength. James took after his great grandfather on Kim's side of the family. Col. Trapper had died two years after I had married into Kim's family, but the story told during family gatherings was that he had killed three Japanese soldiers with his bare hands while serving in the Pacific theater during World War II. Kim's grandfather claimed that he did it to protect his men and help his platoon to start their mission by jumping into an enemy foxhole. He said he would not have asked someone else to do a job that he himself could not do as for why he had gone and jumped in. He claimed that his men respected him for it all during the war. I believed that he and others told the story to place the fear of God into me so that I would never hurt Kim while we were dating or after we were married. Well it worked, never had I hurt Kim until tonight when I had to slap her to get my point across to leave and get re-dressed in her room. I never thought that she would forget some common awareness of decency and needed it knocked back into her. I finally recognized what my son James had slipped on his head. He had placed the silver white hockey mask that he had worn from last Halloween. He loved watching the horror movies that involved the character Jason from Crystal Lake and wanted to go as him trick or treating before going off to start college across town the following year. James leered at Jamal from behind the hockey mask for nearly thirty seconds. I shivered from the hate that was coming from behind the mask. Was it even my son now? I would have believed that the actual Jason was standing there before us and even to believe that Jamal would be dead soon if the right answer was not given to my son's satisfaction. I had watched the movies with my son and he was acting just like that movie character. James said in a low menacing growl, "Look dip shit. Answer my Father's question now or face punishment from me. You have crossed a line that should not have been crossed in my family and I am only demanding it once from you." Jamal's reply, "Fuck off." With what seemed like ten seconds had elapsed in silence from his statement and Jamal started to form a sneer on his face, James drew back the aluminum Slugger and came across the front of Jamal's left kneecap. James' swing must have been very great because there was a small dent in the bat, but Jamal's kneecap was like putty. The situation currently was that Jamal was not going to walk out of here on two healthy legs and James was somewhat now in charge in getting him to talk. James brought Jamal back around with two quick back handed slaps across the face. I stepped in before my son got out of hand. I demanded again. "Look at me you dumb fuck! I am asking again for the answer to my question to the names of the wives, husbands and their phone numbers. I am about to run out patience and turn you over to my son Jason ..., no James here and have him get the answers for the rest of the night since you must love to be punished." I looked at James and believed that I could imagine a slight smile behind the mask. I did not know if it was from the slip up of my statement or if it was the promise of fun with Jamal that evening with his bat. The bat was very special to James. We had bought it from an auction house that had sold some clothing articles of the Jason movies and some of the actual props from the movie sequels. We were lucky in that we had received both the bat and the Mask before last year's Halloween by the winning combined bids. Jamal replied, "Fuck ..." He stopped in mid-sentence when he noticed something that my son did behind my back while I was only looking at him. He must have come to an epiphany for he stopped and not another word was said for 20 more seconds. I motioned for one of my men to ready some pencil and paper. I wanted Mike to be ready to write what was said. After noticing my movement to one of my co-workers, Jamal decided to talk. His life now depended on it. He said, "Here is everybody that I control." "Mary and Mike Watterson ... 555-6671 ... from work." "Ivey and Billie Kelly ... 555-4001 ... from work." "Jack and Ashley Slatton ... 555-8988 ... from work." "Jackson and Keeli Ross ... 555-4566 ... from work. "James and Mary Kay Manning ... 555-3340 ... from work." "Gus and Jessie Lou Jones ... 555-6776 ... from work." "Giles and Billie Jean Smith ... 555-2221 ... from work." I interrupted, "Is that all from my wife's job because if it is not and I find out, your ass will be six feet under grass!" Jamal replied, "Yes that is all from work." I said, "Please continue" "Jack and Stacy Fuller ... 555-9099 ... from here in town." "Jason and Kimberly Striker ... 555-3338 ... from here in town." "Hugh and Paula James ... 555-7728 ... from here in town." "Les and Angel Williams ... 555-0009 ... from here in town." Before he could say any more names his phone started to ring. I searched his pockets and found what I was looking for. "Hey Jamal, we wanted to know if you still wanted us to come after nine. We were calling to find out if it could be a little earlier." I replied to the unknown male, "Look here dip shit. The fucker you are trying to reach has landed in jail and his phone has been taken away from him. If you are lucky, you might be able to see him tomorrow. Now be a good homie and piss off." I then hung up on the ass hole and let him call around the local Police stations and hope to find his sorry ass friend. I wanted them to waste their time trying to find out where he was supposed be located for bail. My belief was that it just gave me more time to come up with a plan to rid my problem with this numb-nut. I searched around some more on his person and found his wallet. I would have asked my wife but she had not come back into the room. So the license had written on it Jamal Walker. Now I had an idea of how to go about the rest of the evening. I picked up the phone and started to dial the numbers that Jamal had given up. As each person answered, I asked where they worked and if they had knowledge of a Jamal Walker. I told him that he said for them to come to a certain address, and be there at a certain time or else they would not like what would happen to them. I gave them my address to my dwelling and continued on to the next call without answering any of their questions. I repeated the same line for everyone that Jamal said that he controlled. I wanted them to arrive expecting to be treated like usual by Jamal. I figured that most of the action would begin in about 30 minutes with all the new people coming by to unexpectedly see this hog tied self defined Black Bull get his just dessert. I told the guys and James that I would be outside for a bit in the back yard near the barn and for James to go and check on his mother. I walked out back to the fence that separated the horses and cattle on our small city estate. We only had seven horses and fourteen cattle on our thirty acres. We had lived here for a decade before the city sprawl arrived at our doorstep. I wanted to make a point or two with this bastard. If he thought he could treat people like shit and make their lives shitty then he should be covered in shit before he leaves my home. Bull shit to be specific from the one bull that I owned out back. I had to smile at that thought. I had the animal sectioned off for the last three days, so it had been easy enough to find enough dung to cover Mr. Jamal Walker from head to toe several times over to my liking. After filling three five gallon buckets and leaving them out back near the back door by the patio, I walked back inside. I motioned to Jack to see if any of the other guest had arrived, he shook his head no in reply. A Forced Response Ch. 01 I looked around and tried to find my wife. I did not see her in the room with the other men and wives so I went looking for her down the hall in our bedroom. I stepped inside and found my wife still crying with two others trying to console her. I looked at them in a way that asked for my wife and me to have a bit of privacy for a few moments. They understood and left us. I asked, "What made you bring Jamal Walker home tonight?" She replied softly, "He made my life a living hell, demanding this and then lording it over that he was better than the rest of us females at work. He just kept up until he demanded to see you. He had just worn me down until I just told him yes without thinking. I had forgotten that it was Friday night and it was Poker night. I do not want to know what would have happened if James and the others had not been here." I had to ask the question, "Has he had sex with you before?" She replied, "Hell no! I was hoping in some way that he would just get off my case and leave me alone after seeing you tonight. I did not know beforehand that he would say what he said before out there. I was hoping that he would have talked to you and then he would have left, then I would have you afterwards to myself for the rest of the night. When I heard his voice yelling for me, it was like second nature to come running out even though I was dressed like I was. I am so sorry that I had embarrassed you in front of the others Bobby. I am sorry that I embarrassed myself in front of James. I do know better. My mind just fogged up. I do not know how to explain it better." I replied, "Well the one thing that just saved that prick from James or me from killing him tonight was you telling me that he had not tried to rape you before tonight or had raped you away from home. I consider him having sex with you as rape and nothing more. I know at this moment, James in there wants to do bodily harm to the shit. It is all that I can do to keep James in check from hitting him some more with his bat. So get dressed, I want you back in that room so that you can get your self esteem back from your ex-boss. Just so you know Kim, I was not telling a lie to that prick, about your not working at the job there anymore. If you go to work again, you will have to have it agreed upon by me and give me the business name. I want to check the place out before hand if they are really interested in hiring you. I am doing this for your protection honey. I am not taking any back lip on this subject; so get dressed, quit crying, get your face clean and come back in the room with everyone else. You are a human being with feelings, wife and mother and not a slave to that prick. It is time to get back your life before you started work and that hell hole of a place." I pulled myself away from my hug that I had given her after saying what I had to say. I opened the door to the two waiting wives standing in the hall by the bedroom door. They stepped in to look after my wife Kim when I stepped out of our bedroom. I walked back toward the room by the front door that held Jamal and the others. I pulled the others aside into another room while James smirked behind his mask. I could tell that James wanted to do some more things to Jamal, but I wanted to hold off just yet thinking it though and not getting too out of hand. I said to all in a hushed tone, "I believed that the party was over once Jamal had pushed his way in the door. I do not know if it is going to get uglier this evening or not, but I believed that it could. I do not want you to get in trouble with the law because of that prick and I would understand if you left with your wives right now. I would not fault you in any way. If you stay, I do not know if his friends might come looking for him after not finding him in Police custody or not. If they do show up, I do intend to call the Police, but for now I intend to teach the Black bastard a life long lesson that he will never forget after tonight." They all wanted to stay and see it through to the end. I had to smile that I had employees that were true friends that would back you up in time of need. With that last statement and answers, the unannounced party for Jamal to get his dessert this evening started with the first ring of the doorbell at 7 pm. sharp. Before I answered the door, I asked James to haul Jamal outside on the patio for safe keeping. I wanted to talk to the husbands and wives that were all to arrive. I wanted this chance before showing them what poor physical health Jamal had caught this evening. In my thoughts, I am sure that Jamal believed that he was going to have my lovely wife's pussy tonight when he arrived at my front door. I wanted her ex-boss to leave my house with nothing but himself covered in cow shit along with a few things of value to him left behind out on the back patio. I wanted him to be in very much pain for the next few days and something to handicap him for the rest of his life. He needed something like this for him to forever remember this night. I went to the front door. Not making a second mistake that started all this mess, I looked out of the peephole before opening the front door. Outside was a smallish white male with slightly graying hair and his wife of taller build. They looked like they had hurried to get dressed because they had more than likely expected to be staying in this Friday evening at home. I asked through the door their names. They replied from the fourth line of the names that Mike had written down when Jamal had talked earlier with James' help. I invited them in and they were surprised at the number of people all ready here in my home. I told them that everything will be clear soon when everyone was to arrive. I asked for the couples' keys and asked for one of my friends to drive their car around back in the large parking area so as to not block the smallish front parking entrance. All their cars would soon be out of sight. If anyone else uninvited were to drive up looking for Jamal, they would not realize that the house was full of company. This was repeated several more times till everyone on the list was here, and accounted for by 7:45 pm. I asked for quiet when everyone had arrived. I told them that I had brought them here under the authority of one Jamal Walker. What you do not know until now, that any authority that he might have over you is now over, terminated, finished. You will have your lives back like it was before Jamal intruded into your lives. You will get to see him in a whole new light in that for the first time you will have power over him instead of the other way around. I have to tell each and every one of you that he tried to make me and my family like one of you this afternoon. I had my son, and my friends and their wives to stop him. I am tonight removing his power from him. I am forever taking his power over people away from him in a very violent manner and he will never be able to get it back! Let us all adjourn to the back of the estate where your former tormenter is being held. As I walked in front of everyone towards the door, I was happy to see my wife appearing beside me before we left the room and went outside to where my son had his plaything held. Everyone gasped at the site of Jamal tied up in a chair outside guarded from leaving by a hulk of a man. I introduced everyone new to my son, James, and said that he likes to play, "Trick or Treat", since it was early with Jamal. Do not worry about my son; he only wants to hurt someone special tonight. With that being said, I said, "Let the games for tonight begin for one Jamal Walker... A soon to be former Black Bull." A Forced Response Ch. 02 "Warning: If you are provoked by racial language, and / or very extreme violence in retribution please stop now. This is not a story for you to read." Author's Note: Understand that if given the chance in society that most people would react in violence to the threat of violence. They would do so if there was a threat to a family member from Rape or the threat of a Gang Rape from someone. There is racial language and violence; you have been warned there is excessive degradation and violence in this story. Please move on to another story by another author if that is the case. Please note that everyone in the story is over 18 and there is no sex in this story. * * * Please read Chapter 01, for this story to have any understanding. The first chapter can be found in the Loving Wives section. This second part is not a stand alone unit. * * * * "Do not worry about my son; he only wants to hurt someone special tonight." With that being said, I spoke again, " Lets the games for tonight begin for one Jamal Walker... A soon to be former Black Bull." I asked my son to come over away from the hushed crowd for a bit. I wanted to discuss some possible punishments before hearing of what Jamal may have done to these couples. I wanted Jamal to pay. I wanted Jamal Walker to pay dearly and to hurt him in an inch of him losing his life. I did not think that what he could have done to my family was even close to ever being forgivable in my soul. If the fucker could only understand force then, "Force," is what he will get fucked over with was my answer. "James. Do you think that everyone that has arrived would get their shots in at Jamal before this evening is out?" "I am almost sure about all but one couple. I think that they were into that sort of life and lucked out on Jamal finding them. The couple in question just acted too submissive for wanting action taken in degrading the shit head over there." " Well do you think that they should leave before events get started?", I asked. "No, they need to stay. They need to see when real life couples get fed up and had enough bull shit from someone trampling on their marriage vows. They need to understand what others will do and if given the first chance to get even with their tormentor. It is no telling how long some of these folks have been under in Jamal's control Dad. It could have been a long time for some of them. I think that his final punishments should last a lifetime and hurt like hell for the short time." "Yes, I agree with you there James. Jamal needs punishment in some way and I think that I have an idea on going about that process. You go back and watch Jamal. Please let everyone know that I will be right back in five minutes or less and then we will really get this party started." I wandered away from the group and toward the shed near the barn. I wanted a series of tools to take back with me so I could work over Jamal. I wanted to take several tools that I might or might not use. I wanted to install a sort of fear in the mind set of that bastard. I wanted him to start to think that I might actually use all of them on him before the evening was over. The first tool I found to my satisfaction was long needle-nose pliers. I wanted to use that to handle Jamal's penis, since I did not have industrial grade rubber gloves here at home. I believed that with the lifestyle that he led, Jamal might actually have a sort of disease attached to that object, even a possible deadly disease at that. You could never take chances in today's time. The second was the surgical shot needle that I doctored the cattle and horses. The needle was going to play a big part in Jamal's reproductive future, whether Jamal knew it or not. I also selected two special glass tubes from the refrigerator shelf inside the door that would soon give Jamal his major punishments for the evening. I would use the needle to inject what each of the tubes contained into Jamal's reproductive organs. The third tool found was a filing knife. It had a wicked edge that I used to trim the horses hooves and looked horrible enough to give someone a fright when seen. If people misunderstood what used for it, he or she would have believed that murdering someone would been possible with that knife. In the right skilled hands, the knife just might have well been a great murder weapon. I had to make sure and keep it away from James at all cost. The fourth and last tool that I found was a soldering iron. I used that often to solder electrical wires together out in the barn or shed. Tonight, the use of the iron would mark Jamal. All the innocent people would know what he could do and had done to others before. Just like all cattle brands, the logo show who owns which animal on what ranch. Tonight, Jamal would have his trademarks. Jamal would know before the night was over how finally ownership by a person feels like. He would later become castrated and put out to paster before the night was over. Just like he did to some daughter in this group that I would later learn shortly. I would soon know that he had plans to do to my family late this afternoon. I gathered up all the needed tools. I closed the door leading from the shed and walked toward the group standing together by the back patio. Jamal, I noticed, was still shaky and not coherent of everyone around him. I wanted Jamal to understand what was going to happen to him shortly and the reason. I walked toward the electrical outlet by the patio near the glass door. I plugged in the soldering iron so it would get hot very soon. Seated in the front of the chair, I walked towards Jamal. Slowly taking off my wide black belt, I watched Jamal try to regain his wits. I quickly swung my belt hard across the chest of Jamal. This brought everyones attention toward the chair that Jamal was sitting in. From just my swing of the belt, hearing a very loud sound from the Clap of Belt on Skin everyone turned. I screamed out, "Wake the fuck up and listen up Niger bastard. You are guilty and will now have punishment dished out to you for your attempted rape of my wife. You are also found guilty of trying to sabotage the marriage vows that I hold so dear. Are others here in this group that want to mention what Jamal has acted against them in the past. Please speak now before his formal punishment for tonight commences." Mary Watterson spoke, "I had an affair with Jack Slatton from the office and Jamal found out. Jamal forced himself on me and told me to enjoy it or else he would tell my hubby. I did not know that Jamal had told my husband the day of him finding out the information. He threatened bodily harm to me and the kids if Mike did anything like confront me or divorce me. Jamal told him to keep quiet or else the children might get hurt like their mother. I wanted the he police involved for his blackmail attempt and rape. Later he and all of his male black friends would later kidnapped me and rape me for several days in a row. This would happen again over several times this past year. Shame and the threat of violence to my children has kept me from going forward and trying to get him stopped. His threat of violence against my family by his friends kept my husband from stepping forward too." With a sharp buildup of anger Mary spoke slowly, "I believe that what ever Jamal gets tonight will be too light in punishment. I want to see him dead!" "Are there any more couples or individuals that want to tell their stories?", I had to ask. Gus Smith stepped forward and spoke, "At work Jamal knows my wife, Billy Jean. She is a submissive person in life. He took full advantage of the sexual assault at her work and later in our home. Jamal and his friends broke into my home seven months back, jumped me, and raped her in front of me for several hours. Vengeance is everything to me. I want to reap it tonight against him and more. The more sinister the pain the better I will feel. I would love the latitude in swinging a bat against his carcass. I want to cause him some pain like he caused me and my wife." Many others said similar stories, but the worst heard that evening was from the Fullers. They mentioned that Jamal and his friends had raped the wife several times over the last year or so. They had raped her over a period of many weeks sometimes. He and his friends beat and robbed the husband often. Jamal later dragged the Fullers' only child from her home after tieing the parents up with rope for the night. All the men used her by treating her to a gang rape that evening. Afterward, Jamal took her to a late night tattoo shop. Jamal had tattooed above her pussy, "Young White Bitch that loves Big Black Cock," to humiliate her and her family. The guys did not even give a shit about her. The guys returned her home in a cab nude after paying the driver a few extra hundred to drive around for an hour or so late the next morning. The cab driver then dropped her off at her home. Their daughter could not go to school for three days due to the damage that the guys had inflicted on her body during her multiple rapes that night. She had damage caused from not only the black bastards, but also from the cab driver raping her later somewhere in the city. The cab driver did the act before bringing her back home and dumping her at her front door in a heap. Stacy Fuller mentioned, "The Doctor said that it would cost about $3,000 dollars to remove that deeply placed tattoo. The correcting procedure would be over a minimum of three painful skin treatments over five months. My daughter has been in hiding since that event. She has been with family out of state and I am actually hoping to see the bastard dead before the night is over. Please, will you give me my wish! If you cannot kill him, at least let me have that blade. Just give me a moment or two alone with the ass hole. As long as he is loose in society, my daughter cannot mentally heal nor my family feel safe again." "Jamal is there anything that you want to say in your defense? Is there anything needed said before I start on the punishment phase for you this evening?" He replied, "Yea, these here white bitches loved every minute of it and that young daughter's pussy too of the Fuller's was especially tight and tasty. I think that I might want to take her out on another date again and I ain't guilty of any of what shit was told so far. Now go fuck yourself you white prick!" "Listen up Niger. You are on my land and were in my home. You do not know when to keep your fucking mouth closed. There is a big difference between you and the average African-American person. A Niger does not know when to keep his mouth closed and when to give respect to others when speaking. An African-American always respects his own race and all the other races in this country. We could not find a dip shit like you in the African-American race even if your colored up like one. Just because you want to start acting brave, you think that will get you out of this punishment. Well think again. From what I have heard so far, I think that you should receive more punishment than I thought so far." I then grabbed the waist band of his pants. I picked up the filing knife and made a slice down the front of his pants and then toward the front of his left leg. I then pressed downward toward his left foot with the fabric quickly parting. I wanted to remove his pants to start his punishment. I then used the knife to slice down the front of the other pants leg before removing the rags of his former pants. I then sliced off his underwear in quick fashion. I wanted to make sure that the blade of the knife came close to his deflated prick. I wanted him to think that I was taking off his so called prized cock. The only clothing that remained now on him was his shirt. With a quick flick with my hands, the buttons flew everywhere. I sliced away the shirt and removed it from his body with a quick tug. Jamal now was before us, in the buff, hog-tied in his chair. I stuck parts of his underwear into his mouth. I asked for my son to locate a piece of cloth or a dishtowel for covering his mouth to keep him from spiting that out. The underwear looked a little dirty from use. Jamal might have even shit a little in his underwear while I was taking off his pants with my knife. I reached for the needle-nosed pliers and grabbed his dick by the head. I forcefully pulled his dick outward, stretching it for all that it was worth from his body and reached for the soldering iron. I wanted it still welcoming and toasty before I started my scribbling on Jamal's body. The tip and part of the bit of the iron was a deep-red colored with much heat radiating from it. "Jamal. I will now mark you like you did the Fuller's daughter. The removal of the trademarks placed on your body will not and cannot occur. The imprint will give a record of your past deeds against the morals and laws of our society." After saying that, I started my first stroke of the tempered tool with Jamal's needed Justice. The stench of sizzling arid flesh floated in the air seconds after the soldering bit touched his skin., I wrote the following on top and bottom of his Penis. A single word that held many emotions to others both male and female in our society. "Rapist." The word was easy to see and not to mistake with any other word. With this simple word, every female would soon know the sexual resume of Jamal Walker. I asked James to bring me some, "Crisco," from the kitchen counter. I asked for him to bring a small butter knife to slather onto Jamal's burn. I wanted Jamal receiving shoddy medical treatment from the start. From emergency medical text, you never place this substance on a major burn. This is an old folk lore that is not true. This treatment just makes it more painful and slower to heal. Above his groin I wrote with the iron, "Member of a Rape Gang." I then seized his Penis again with the Pliers and stuck the tip of the hot iron into his pee-hole. I could listen and witness the inside skin blister and start shrinking away from the red hot iron. There was a cloud of steam erupting and the aroma of arid flesh burning out of the front of his Penis. Till that moment he had been taking the branding, now he was a blubbering, slobbering idiot asking for mercy. There would be no clemency from me just yet! I yanked him away from his chair then moved higher up his back. In the middle of his back, I scribbled, "CONVICTED OF MULTIPLE RAPES." It was large enough, so that if he was not wearing a shirt out in public, all the people around him would see the logotype and know his sexual vita. For his last imprint, I wrote in large letters across his forehead, "Niger Rapist." I again slapped on a layer of "Crisco" and moved on to punishment number two. This second punishment, Jamal would enjoy from the start. It would then start to hurt for a bit. The punishment at the very last would turn extremely painful in the end. I elected the use of a needle that I had used on my Cattle. A very large, long diameter needle. I slipped the needle into the stretched rubber covering of the glass tube and withdrew 8 cc. of clear, colorless liquid that had the similar smell of paint thinner when uncovered. "Jamal. I can promise that you will not enjoy what I am injecting inside of you especially when it finishes. You are going to start paying for what you started to do to me today. You will pay for your actions against these other couples and their family members. When I finish, you will be praying to God that he takes you from this Earth at some point tonight!" I shot him the first of two 4 cc. doses. The first injection was into his right testicle. I slowly pushed the plunger down and watched the dose leave the shot and slip into the needle and seep deep within his testicle. I only pulled out after 4 cc. of the liquid was placed inside his testicle. I again plunged the needle slowly into the other testicle and then quickly injected the remainder of 4 cc. liquid. In dealing with Cattle, I usually mix my dosages with a mild sedative to numb the pain. As the liquid causes the testicle to slowly dissolved in the testicular sack, the pain would increase. The chemical castration process normally occurs within an hour for Cattle. In a human, I did not know how quickly it would occur. This is animal castration at its finest, only I had used the shot on Jamal. I could tell that the liquid was having an effect on Jamal. From the tingle, it would cause an animal pleasure at first. Jamal was starting to form an erection from all the stimulus being cause inside his testicles. With his erection starting, my third plan was now in motion. With the other tube, I removed 10 cc. of a cloudy blue colored liquid. With this liquid injected, Jamal would never have another erection later. He would forever lose his ability after the liquid took its full affect in ten minutes. This liquid would damage the nerve endings that would control blood flow into and out of his Penis. The warning label stated on the container that once injected, damage would immediately start and it was irreversible for the animal. Do not treat any male animal if using for a stud purposes. This chemical would slightly inhibit sexual reproduction if given in very small doses. Well, my purpose was to drive Jamal up the wall by making him more of a male gelding. The situation would be just like in the stories of past Middle Eastern culture where they castrate the human male slave. The slave owners would inhibit the slave from being able to have sex pleasure with all the Virgin women around him with his impotent dick. So I did all of us a favor, I injected him with ten times the needed dose for a given body weight for a young 400 pound Bull. It would serve him right for all of the criminal actions of his involvement before this afternoon. I wanted to make sure it was overkill in this punishment. With all the available women in the world, he would not able to have an errection with them. I smiled at that thought before plunging the needle into the bottom of the underside of his Penis. The needle went in right at the base of the groin and at the shaft of his Penis. I slowly released the fluid from the shot into the target area. I could see there was an immediate reaction from Jamal's body. His penis went from being a stiff hard rod to a very limp dick. Jamal mumbled into the cloth of his former underwear. I did not want to hear him till both chemical procedures had finished so I left his mouth gagged. I stepped back from the chair and addressed the group. "The chemical injection will sexually fix Jamal. He will not sexually bother another woman with his equipment in his life. I now hope that women will somehow shun any interested in the prick for the future. Jamal may want to have sex with a woman, but he will not be able. His equipment no longer will work. There is not a medical procedure yet that can correct what he just received tonight. He is now a Black Steer in a sea of female cattle." I continued, "Every hurt to others that he has caused has lead up to tonight's events. Everyone that sees him from now on in public will now know of his past. Only he will know what a forced response that others took upon him for his past crimes." "I know that the Fullers wanted him dead this evening for his crimes against them and their daughter, but I cannot condone that upon him. I just wish I had it in me to follow up with a proper death for him. I just know that what he received so far tonight will be for him be a fate worse than death itself. A Forced Response Ch. 02 He will wish that he had gone to prison for the time instead of what I had now given him this evening." With that statement, the group was pressing me with questions. I told them that Jamal's castration would be in a few short minutes. He also would be forever impotent from the last drug I had administered. I looked over to Jamal. I could hear from his groans in pain. His eyes were wide from both my statements and the pain that was now coming from his slowly dissolving testicles. It would take a few weeks for his body to absorb the liquid mush held in the testicular sack. I then stated to Jamal by looking him in the eye, "I want you to know that if you bother me, any of my family, my men and their wives or any of these nice couples here tonight, then you will not be breathing very long. That list includes any of your friends or friend of friends. So you know, I spared you this evening. If you had done anything to my wife tonight or before this afternoon at work, YOU WOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. Your live burial would be on this property in that field by just my close friends here tonight. No one would ever hear from you again. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR ON THIS! So you know, I will be sending away this phone of yours with some of your information from your pocket. This given information, I trust to some very special people of mine. If anything should happen in the future, they will come looking for you. They will come even if you did not know about an action. They will take permanent steps that will keep you from taking another breath. They in turn will go after your family first and then your friends. I do have some friends on the force that would more than likely turn a blind eye. Say, if someone was to look on their computer screen while they were away from their desk for a 10 minute coffee break." All Jamal could do with the gag still in place was shake his head up and down. I then asked the group if he had anything of value that he stole from them. I wanted to know if he might have had on Jewelry, Credit Cards in his name. I then wanted to know if there was anything owned in the group. Two people, Jack Fuller and Jackson Ross stated they had cards removed from them and illegal charges accrued against their account. I looked into his wallet. The third card in Jamal's wallet was of Jackson Ross's card. He stepped forward to receive it from me. Stacy Fuller started worrying after I showed her that her husbands name was not on any of the other cards held. All the rest were in Jamal's name. I then told her to step inside my home and report their card as lost or stolen by phone. If his friends had the card, they would soon learn not to mess with stolen credit cards or mess with other people in general. I took the scissors and cut up any credit cards that he had in his name. I placed them in a pile and started a small smoldering pile of leaves, twigs and plastic with a small lighter. I wanted to make sure that he would not use any of it again soon. I removed anything remaining of value like personal identification, medical, and car insurance certificates. I wanted to make sure that Jamal was a little bit handicapped getting back into the city. I looked over at one of the workers. "Brent, take Jamal's keys and open the trunk and see if there is anything of value in the trunk. Look under the seats, glove box and every where else. If you think he might have stored anything of value in his car some place, tear into it. Tear apart the back seat if you have to make sure there is not anything stashed. If you think that it is valuable or used to later summon any help, remove it. Jamal will be leaving and traveling in a little while away from here." "James, I want you and Brent to take Jamal about forty miles out on State Highway 84. I want you to take his car and drive behind Brent. I want you to dump Jamal and his car at the old abandoned boy scout camp out there. I want you to put sugar in his gas tank but not to disable his car. I want you to leave the bastard out there naked and lost as a goose but for him to still make it back on the State Highway. Eventually his car will take in the sugar into the engine and die suddenly. Lets just let the old Highway Patrol deal with him and having no Identification on him. Take some water and some energy bars with you. I do not want him to die because of not drinking or eating anything. It just might be a few days if it pans out until he gets any medical help. Take your time getting back and we will dispose of the needle and tubes after you return home. Just make sure you come back from a different route and drive the speed limit for goodness sake. We do not want the prick to luck up and have the law forced to help his sorry ass before we let him go. Just make sure that when you knock him out and leave him there that you remove the ropes and take them with you. We want to burn the ropes when you get back with his clothing. After that, we will go and dig small holes out back in different places and bury or spread the ashes around so no one can find anything. Now leave shortly and be back in about an hour and a half to two hours tops. I kind of expect Jamal's friends to later show and if so I want you here to back all of us up if needed." James questioned me, "Well, OK. If I called some of my friends, I could explain to them that we might have some trouble. I am sure they would come over and help us out." I said, "I do not know if we should involve others son. Events soon might get a little bit dicey and I do not want anyone your age getting in the way and getting hurt. It is one thing to be young and not knowing what happened before hand and getting hurt from it. It is another about being here this afternoon and knowing what is possibly coming later this evening and staying around." James' only response possible, "My friends think the world of Mom. If I was to tell them that a guy tried to rape her this afternoon and we stopped him, but his friends might show up later here to finish the job. Every male friend I know, would step forward and help our family out of respect for Mom. Besides, you must respond to a show force to these pricks. You must show them even stronger force to get any message across. It is always better to have more help than needed than not enough." I kind of relented. I told him to call a few of his friends that would come over. I wanted him to tell them enough to get the point across of what happened here this afternoon. I did not want others besides our little circle of former blackmailed couples to know all the happenings this afternoon. If information got outside and into the public knowledge, then Jamal in a way would have won. I wanted to make sure that never happened if possible. James walked back up to me from the house five minutes later. James replied back, "It is all fixed. I called three of my most trusted friends. They will contact and bring over the rest of the gang in fifteen minutes or so. I expect about 20 guys from the Football team and Wrestling team from college to be here shortly. I told them to bring very few cars. I asked for others to hitch a ride with people coming over or have someone drop them off by the house. I wanted the men to be very surprised from all of my friends here at the house if they were to show." "Dad, I want you to find 'Little Ted' and Mickey. Let them know what you need. They can pass it on to the others that later arrive. Mickey and Little Ted will show up in about Ten minutes. You might want to get Mom and the rest of the women safely down the road. They could say at the Gleesons' home overnight. They also could stay at one of a dozen Hotels in town. I would want Mom safe just in case it does get a little bit rough here. I also would tell the other couples what you expect and if they want to go or stay. They need to all decide say in the next twenty minutes or so. If you want, send two of your guys with them as protection with two members from the Wrestling team. Tell your friends from work if events go South, not to hesitate and get the cops involved quickly. Brent and I will head out with Jamal when the first of my friends arrive. Have your two guys take the women with my two friends that Little Ted picks out. Have them leave say five minutes after we drive off. Jamal or any of his friend will not find out where the women will be spending the night. If Mom has to stay away from home for a few days, at least none of them will figure it out. You send them to the Mill or over to Granny's would be even OK with me. A few ideas floating given so you can decide." "Just remember that until Jamal makes it back from where we are taking him or until his friends show up, tonight is not going to be over. We will be sleeping with one eye open for the next 48 hours or more. If they do come, at least we can fuck with their minds and dish out a little punishment that they have given to others. They will soon realize that payback is a bitch and they had fucked with the wrong family. We cannot go out looking for them, we have to stay within the law some what. Since we live in Texas, we have a little more sway in dealing with people like Jamal's friends while on our property. That is why we have to stay here and do what we need to do and stay somewhat within the law. If we lived in New York state, we could not act here at home. It is all because the local government ties the home owners hands and not gives them anything to defend themselves with against people like Jamal! I blame Mrs. Clinton and her ilk because that shit. It is her and others like her that hurt the honest good people of this nation. The local laws allow the scum like Jamal to try to take control and walk the streets free and clear." "Dad, lets just say that I am glad that you spent the time and raised me with family morals. It is too bad that the shit heads that we have to deal with had not had that opportunity. When we get our hands on them, I will be happy to teach them very slowly, and I hope that they will need many lessons. By the time I finished with them, they will have become societies Little Golden Boys. These friends of Jamal will soon just about act like fucking Republicans. Hell, even their own Mothers would not recognize them in public." With that last statement, I kind of chuckled. I saw Little Ted and Mickey drive up into the back lot and park their truck. James walked over to them and motioned and pointed toward Jamal while speaking to them. I could tell the two young men showed a shade of red when it flashed over their faces. I noticed that they walked offer to Jamal and slapped him across the face very hard. I heard something from the two of them about wanting to string him up and hang him by his fucking guts for what he tried to do today. They said that even then it would be too good for him. Little Ted spoke in a loud voice to Jamal and every one around. If Jamal had tried his shit on his family, the only question would be where to find a good hole to dig and put Jamal in. Little Ted would then cover Jamal's hole up with dirt and piss on his grave. I motioned for James and Brent to pick up Jamal and head out. James used a blanket and wrapped around Jamal's seated nude body and easily carried him out of the chair to Brent's car. Brent's shocks on his car bounced. James easily dropped Jamal into the trunk of Brent's car with a low sounding thud. I then asked James to take the five gallon bucket full of Bull shit and place it in the back trunk of Brad's car. I then instructed James to take the rubber gloves with him and use the gloves to smear Jamal's body in the shit from the bucket when they arrive at the camp ground. I also wanted my son to cover the inside of Jamal's car with a thin layer of Bull shit before they leave the campground. I wanted him to remember this day for a very long time. Hearing a loud whimper from Jamal, he must have hit something solid in the back of the car trunk. Dropping Jamal from James' arms into the trunk, he had to hit his head and shoulders on something. With the trunk closing, Jamal's new journey was about to begin and his reign of power was now coming to a close. I felt it befitting that the couples watch both cars leave. All would understand that they were now free to start new lives very soon. With that over, I asked everyone of the couples to decide how they wanted to spend their nights. If they wanted to leave or stay, that was up to them. I also explained that Jamal's friends were still lose in town. There was a chance that they could show up at their home instead of here. I then explained that I wanted to send the women off somewhere, safe and away from here, together, till at least Monday. I wanted them away until Jamal shows back up in the city. I thought it best to send the women to the Mill. Having them crash and stay in one of the five large house trailers on site, would keep them safe for now. We only use the extra space there when a big deadline for production is close. Being on site would get more accomplished by remaining on the property instead of on the road traveling. I told my men leaving that I would call ahead. I would tell the men in the guard shack that to expect double security that night and for several days. I also mentioned to them that you were on your way and that you would arrive in about an hour or shortly after. I called the main office at the Mill. I asked the night boss there that I wanted extra hands for guard duty. I wanted them called in for that night and to be on hand within the hour. I also mentioned that the guys on duty were to all have weapons ready to use if needed. It was starting that evening until I give the word to stop. This was the first time that I asked the hired guards at the Mill to be armed during a shift. I mentioned that a family member was in the group staying there for protection till Monday. The group was to stay at the sleeping quarters and to have a few guards stationed nearby the trailers till I again say so. I knew what he would say because he did not ask questions, but said that it would be done. That is something that a person with morals has is trust in his people who he hires. Requiring something of this importance that worker would have it done quickly as if you were there doing it yourself. No other questions asked. I also asked of Little Ted for his two friends that were going out to take a car when following out. I wanted for them to come back to the house as soon as they could get back. I said that with the guards doubled for tonight until Monday at the Mill that the women with the two guys leaving with them to stay at the Mill would all be very safe for now. I could not think of anything else to do for planning, but just wait. I had at present in my home, three of my men remaining from work with eighteen of James friends. I had all of the ten men from the couples that arrived earlier that I had talked into staying. James two friends would arrive back in a little more than three hours from the Mill. Brent and James would be back in an hour to an hour and a half from now. I hoped that we had more than enough men power. Till then, we would have to make do to at the house. We would have to take care of Jamal's friends if they arrived around nine or a little earlier. Now, I could tell that the clock had started its quick countdown toward 9 pm.