61 comments/ 46945 views/ 46 favorites Hell Followed With Him By: IronDragon FOREWORD: This tale is somewhat different than what I've written before. It was difficult for me to write part of it, and only my wife's encouragement helped me finish it. Before you ask, no, it isn't a cuck tale or a wife sharing/swinging/swapping tale, either. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd never write one of those. I'm just not wired that way. DISCLAIMER: This tale is a work of FICTION, as in NOT REAL for the "super-realists" out there. My Universe, My Rules. All characters engaged in sexual situations in this tale are at least 18, and all characters, while maybe having a loose basis in reality, are of my own creation. FAIR WARNING: This tale contains elements of non-consent, romance, religion, and interracial love. This tale is kind of dark and NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. There are some scenes of over-the-top extreme violence. In other words, There Will Be Blood. If any of that offends you, stop now and move on to something else. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Any and all complaints about the above issues are no officially NMP as usual. Everyone else, please enjoy the ride. I.D. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "And I looked, and beheld a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him..." - Revelation 6:8 Hell Followed With Him Anyhow, as it turned out, they had all been in the same Frat in college, so of course they just HAD to get hired together at the ad agency. Latisha was a project coordinator, so she had to oversee their work. That had started the whole "asking her out on a date" thing. At first, we just thought they were trying to score brownie points with her, in spite of the rings on her left ring finger. Little did we know. Hell Followed With Him I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I closed my good eye, and finally looked at her. "Sweetheart, Jim, Jack, Larry, Darren, and Geoffrey are all in jail right now and charged with rape." "Oh, my God," she said, then started crying. "Did they...?" "Yes," I said in a barely audible whisper. "When I got out of the office, I tried texting you, but got no reply. So I then tried calling you. It rang a few times, but then went to voicemail. When I tried calling you a second time, it went straight to voicemail, so I believe that one of them turned your phone off. When I got to the party, I found Cindy, and she said that Jim and Jack had helped you to a bedroom to lie down, since you weren't feeling well." I had to pause to keep from exploding. I once again took a few deep breaths before continuing. "Cindy and I looked around for the five assholes, but none of them were in the main room. When I asked her which bedroom they took you to, she pointed and I went looking. The door was locked, so I kicked it in. Jim was..." I had to stop. Recounting it was hard enough to Detective Rains. To tell my wife that she'd been raped was even more difficult. She put her hand to the side of my face and stroked my cheek, wiping away a tear. "I thought it was all a nightmare," she said in a haunted tone. "Before I blacked out completely, I felt someone rip my panties off..." Her own voice trailed off as she broke down in sobs. I moved up onto the bed beside her and held her close as she cried into my shoulder. "Umm, Mr. and Mrs. Harper?" I heard a Nurse say from the doorway. We both sniffled and I turned to look at her, still keeping my arms around Latisha. "Yes?" "There's a Detective Hart here to see you," she said with a tentative smile. "She wishes to speak to your wife, if she's up to it." I looked at Latisha. "Are you up to it, baby?" I asked gently. Latisha sniffled again and nodded. I could see her steeling herself for what was to come. A Doctor came in right after the Detective, and said that he had to tell Latisha something before Detective Hart could interview her. He looked at me, and saw our fingers interlaced as I moved to sit next to her on the bed so I could face them all too. "Mr. and Mrs. Harper, I'm Doctor Alenko, and I'm afraid that I have some bad news for you. Mrs. Harper, due to the stress placed on your body by the Rohypnol you were given last night, I'm afraid that you had a miscarriage," he said in a soft and sympathetic tone. Unfortunately, his tone of voice didn't help as Latisha turned and buried her face in my chest as she threw her arms around me and cried even harder. I'd already heard it from Doctor Lawton, but that didn't help much as I held my wife close. "I'm really sorry for both of you," he said before leaving the room. "It's going to be ok, baby. I love you, and I'm not going anywhere," I said in a soft voice, but with conviction in my words. "They will pay for what they did to you. They're going to prison for a very, very long time." "They killed our baby," she said in a shuddering voice. "They didn't care that I was pregnant. They went ahead and drugged me anyway!" "Wait, they KNEW?!" I asked, incredulously. Latisha nodded. "I made the announcement at work last week after we found out. They were all there, along with everyone else in the office!" Then Latisha turned to Detective Hart. "Put them away forever!" she snarled. The tears were burning in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks, so I turned her face to look at me. "Sweetheart, please calm down. The police and prosecutors have this one well in hand. When Detective Rains talked to me last night, he said that it was a slam dunk for the DA. We might have to testify, but at least we'll be able to help put them away if we need to," I assured her. "He's right. We already have more than enough evidence, but if you take the stand and testify to the effect that they drugged you after finding out that you were pregnant, we might be able to put them away for Life," said Detective Hart. "Then I'll do it," Latisha replied with a stoic and steely look of determination that showed in her voice as well. Hell Followed With Him It took two hours for him to memorize his lines, as well as the contingency lines I'd placed in there in case he was met by any resistance or arguments from his butt buddies. Once he was able to recite the lines verbatim three times in a row, I took the script back. "This stays with me," I said. "But what if I forget the lines?" he whined. "Write them down yourself if you want, but if you mess this up, I'll have to... fire you," I said, intentionally putting an ominous tone in my voice. He gulped. "Ok, ok. I'll do it. But once this is all over, we're good, right?" "I won't lie to you, Geoffrey," I said. "We will never be 'good', as you put it. No matter what, you assisted in the rape of my wife. Granted, you argued against it at first, but in the end, you went along with Jim's plan." He was a bit startled that I knew all of that. "How did you know?!" "I know a lot of things. I also know that you rolled over on your Frat buddies so fast, it made the cops' heads spin. You really don't want them to find that out, do you?" I grinned. "N... no. For what it's worth, I'm really sorry I went along with what happened to Latisha. I'm sorry for what I did to her and to you. I've always liked her," he said, and I saw tears in his eyes that weren't there because I had threatened his life. "Well, you didn't like her enough to NOT go along with it, and you didn't like her enough to WARN her that it was going to happen," I said, standing up and folding up the script to put in my pocket. "Save your apologies for someone who might forgive you... like God, maybe. Forgiveness for what you've done is above my pay grade. Just remember that after you get them to meet with you, you call me and let me know that it's on." I didn't even wait for him to reply as I turned and left his apartment. When I got home from my Saturday afternoon visit with the asshole, Latisha was waiting and pacing back and forth. "Baby? Are you ok?" I asked as I saw the look of worry on her face. "I'm scared, Steve. Jim is getting out in a week, and I don't know what we'll do if he comes back!" she exclaimed and then started to cry again. I held her close and gently stroked her back. "Sweetheart, do you trust me?" I asked in a soft tone. "With my life, baby," she replied, her full lips quivering. "Then trust me when I say that Jim and his friends will NEVER touch you again," I said with a smile, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Thank you, Boo. Can you tell me exactly what you're going to do to get them to leave us alone?" she asked. How the hell could I answer that? Lie? Be even more vague than I had been already? Granted, the Orders of Protection for Latisha against the assholes had been made permanent after Jim's threat against me and my wife, but she was still worried that they would do something to us. What could I tell her that would both mollify her and not make her think I was a monster?! She sensed my hesitation. "What are you going to do, baby?" she asked, a worried look coming over her beautiful face again. "There's a reason why I didn't ask for an Order of Protection for myself, sweetheart," I said quietly. "I want them in a certain place at a certain time. Geoffrey is helping me with that. The rest of them were all aboard with Jim's plan from the beginning. They need to be dealt with, permanently." Her eyes went wide at that. "You're going to kill them!" she exclaimed. I just nodded. "I love you too much to let them near you again, Latisha. I can't just stand by and let them run free. They could catch you at the grocery store, or going to and from work. Jim is the mastermind, so I'm sure they won't come after you or me before he gets out. I just..." my voice cracked as I shuddered. Yes, I had considered what might happen to me if I killed them... when I killed them. Guilt wasn't a factor, but what if I enjoyed it too much? What if, after I killed them, I wanted to kill more people? They deserved it for raping my wife and pretty much getting away with it, but what if someone else wronged my wife or me in some trivial way? What then? I had considered all of those things, and if worse came to worst, I would give up all I had to keep Latisha out of harm's way. There was only one solution for THAT problem. Hell Followed With Him I walked out of the office and unhooked the car batteries from the leads on the underside of the floor. Then I went back inside the office, pulled the stun gun from the gym bag, and hit Jim with enough volts and amps to knock him clean out. Then I undid the Duct Tape from his wrists and ankles, and drew my own pistol, a Springfield XD-40, from the back of my belt, below the windbreaker I wore. Once it was in my hand, I placed his little .32 right beside his hand, then stepped back towards the door. It was only a few moments before he came around. He saw the pistol, and grabbed it. "Think very carefully before you decide to use that last bullet, asshole." He froze as he saw the big bore of the .40 S&W pistol pointed at his head. "You givin' me a chance?" he asked, hopefully. "If you want to call it that. This pistol is unregistered, since a friend of mine bought it in Arizona. That means the cops don't have any ballistics on record for it. That pistol, on the other hand, was bought off the street, probably from a gang member. Am I close?" Jim's eyes grew wide as I was speaking. "That's what I thought. Don't say anything, Jimbo. Just listen. You have one shot left in that gun. Now, from the carnage already in here, you're looking at consecutive life sentences for killing your own crew. Maybe even the Death Penalty, since you killed them while they were tied to their chairs. Now, you can take the chance that the cops would believe you, a guy with a rap sheet a mile long, or you can run. No, wait. Actually, you can't run from this. You see, I just used a burner phone to call in an anonymous tip that shots were fired, and I saw a large black man entering the warehouse shortly before said shots were fired. I gave them your exact description. You just got out of jail this morning, asshole. What do you think the cops are going to think?" Jim looked at the gun in his hand, then at my own gun, aimed steadily between his eyes. "You won't get away with this!" he snarled at me. "You have two choices, Jim. You can shoot me, or you can use the bullet on yourself, since when I leave this office, the door will close and lock automatically. Sure, the cops will have to bust it down when they get here, but I seriously doubt that they'll believe your story." With that, I backed out of the room, my gym bag over my shoulder and the gun still pointed at Jim's forehead. He was frozen in place, until once outside, I hit the button which closed and locked the office door. I stood there for a good ten minutes. Then I shrugged and turned to leave. As I did, I heard a muffled shot from inside the office. I turned back and looked inside. Jim had the gun in his mouth, and the back of his head was a bloody mess. Oh fuckin' well. He never realized that I was bluffing about calling the cops. It would be Wednesday at the earliest, most probably, before he and his crew were discovered by the property security guard. I then removed everything I'd rigged up, removing the car batteries, then the automatic door closer/opener, and the auto-lock. Once all of that was done, I lugged it all out to my car and threw it all in the trunk. Once that was done, I realized how strangely calm I was. I drove home on autopilot, since I was still numb from what I'd done, and the "choice" I'd left for Jim. If he had aimed his gun at me, I would have blown his brains out with the hollowpoints in the XD. I knew it was a risk, but I also knew that Jim, at his core, was an arrogant, selfish prick who wasn't nearly as smart as he thought he was. He'd done 90 days in County. He wouldn't have lasted near as long in Folsom. When I parked in the driveway, and lugged my bag inside, I finally allowed myself to feel something. The door was barely closed before I fell to my knees and hanged my head. The fatigue hit my like a Mack truck as my whole body shook all over. "Baby?" Latisha said tentatively as she came into the living room from the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm here," I said shakily. "Oh my God, boo!" she cried out as she fell to her knees with me, throwing her arms around my neck and holding me tightly as I finally lost the last hold on my emotions. I had never killed anyone before, but in the space of a few minutes, I'd taken four lives, and then basically forced a man to take his own life in addition to my own four counts of First Degree Murder. "Hold on, baby," she said softly, then got her cellphone and dialed a number. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but if she was calling the cops to come get me, I wouldn't have blamed her. I looked at my wife with tears in my eyes. "It's done," I whispered as she Ended the call. "I know, baby. It's ok. Everything's going to be ok," she said with her own tears threatening to fall. She held me close again, and I clung to her as if she was my only lifeline. "They can't hurt you or anyone else anymore, sweetheart," I said as I held her close. "Shhh, baby. It's ok. Come on over to the table. I have dinner ready, and I cooked your favorite." So saying, she stood up, and I stood up with her and held her hand as she led me to the dining room. Once I was seated, I heard the front door opening and closing, and turned to see Malcolm coming towards me with a concerned look on his face. "Don't worry, man. Whatever happens, it ain't coming back on you," he said as he clapped me on the shoulder. "I've been there, so if you need to talk, I'm here for you. Family comes first, brother, and you're Family." So I confessed everything to my brother and my wife. I felt a weight lift from me as I unburdened my soul. Malcolm listened intently, as did Latisha. She hugged me close after I finished, kissing me softly. "Thank you, Steve," Malcolm said with a nod of respect.