****** Thank You For Riding the MTA: Part II (aka: "Where the Fuck are my
                    DVDs?") by Douglas Felicia, Esq. ******
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Thank You For Riding the MTA: Part II (aka: "Where the Fuck are my DVDs?")


After I got out of prison for that little pedophilic incident aboard the uptown
express, (see Thank You For Riding the MTA), I took my sore and disbarred 45
year-old ass back home to NYC and got married to my little Emily, who was now
21 years old with a degree in economics from the University of Texas. After she
expertly sucked various small cocks in the human-resources department, Emily
was offered the position of vice-president at a local Internet startup. I
myself took a job as a copywriter with a small advertising company. With the
money we were earning from our jobs, along with the money left to Emily by her
parents who had died two years before in a mysterious sea-copter crash, we
bought a gorgeous brownstone in the village. The place had three floors, and
was more than large enough for the two of us. We weren't gonna produce our
pride & joy, little "Rudy," for another two years, as we had agreed to wait
until Emily's company was a little more established - a little more secure. In
the meantime we were intent on having some fun.

The whole thing was Emily's idea really: We decided to hot-wire and rent out
the bottom floor of our brownstone. As an advertising executive, I had made
some great connections with local distributors of audio/video equipment. It
wasn't long before Emily & I started investing in all kinds of hidden cameras,
two-way mirrors, remote DVD recorders, and the like. We went all out - fully
high-tech, top-of-the-line shit, and we rigged the lower floor of our
brownstone to the hilt. All told, we placed ten hidden cameras in the lower
floor: Three in the bedroom, three in the bathroom, two in the kitchen, and two
in the living room. The cameras were all connected through the ceiling to ten
DVD recorders in our bedroom, which were in turn hooked into ten video monitors
we set up along the wall opposite our bed. The construction process took only
two months, July and August, including adding a second entrance for the new
tenants. As soon as the place was ready, we placed an attractive ad in the
local paper, the "Village Voice":

Available sublease: One year. Huge, furnished entire floor of beautiful
brownstone in Greenwich Village. Great sunlight, garden, hardwood flrs. $1500/
mo.

The sublet was a great fucking deal, and the response was overwhelming and
immediate. Emily and I started interviewing potential tenants after work each
evening. We were very businesslike about the whole thing. We interviewed
students, married couples, gay couples, all races and religions, you name it.
It seemed like the whole city came through our front door seeking a home on the
ground floor of our brownstone. We mulled over the applications for three weeks
and finally made our choice - Mr. & Mrs. Biggs. They were a very sexy black
couple. He - Reggie, was a lawyer, 33 years old, and she, Sherri, his 18-year-
old wife - was a slim and pretty ballet dancer. They were vibrant, unorthodox,
and Emily & I agreed that they would be interesting, fun, and sexy to watch.
The lease was signed in the last week of August, and by September 2nd, they had
their own set of keys and were completely moved in.

Since our place was already fully furnished, their move in was very easy.
Apparently they didn't own much stuff anyway. Reggie had recently moved to NY
from Atlanta and had taken an entry-level job with a corporate law firm. She
had recently dropped out of her junior-year of high school to become a dancer.
Sherri met Reggie through a friend of the family and they instantly fell for
each other. They were engaged inside a month and married within three. Just
looking at them one could see that they were decent folks, and were deeply in
love with each other. At least, that's how it seemed through our ten video
cameras.

Over the course of the first three months, we became friendly with Reggie and
Sherri, even inviting them out to dinner a couple of times, and introducing
them to a couple of our friends. We even accepted an invitation to see Sherri's
dance troupe perform at some playhouse in midtown one night (not too bad,
really.) But overall, we kept our distance. It was better that way. They led
their lives, and we led ours. And almost every night for the first three
months, Emily and I nestled into our soft bed with our remote controls. The
cameras rolled and recorded...and we fucked and sucked each other while we
watched and listened to Sherri and Reggie get on with their lives - - and we
were transfixed by them. They were beautiful energetic people. Voyeuring them
was great and terrible and awesome and intense, and we felt powerful and guilty
and sexy and insane, all at the same time.

We watched Mr. & Mrs. Biggs sleep, eat, and generally live out their lives. We
also watched them dress and undress, bathe, and of course, we watched them fuck
often. I should say right off the bat that Reggie was well-built, a very large
person with rippling muscles and a championship cock. All this in contrast to
his wife, who had a petite dancer's frame - tiny tits, a flat stomach, and a
super tight ass. He looked like a gladiator, while she had the lithe body of a
schoolgirl. Watching the two of them fucking was like watching poetry in
motion. He was tireless and merciless, while she was flexible as hell, and she
always happily absorbed all he had to give. Our cameras were equipped with
remote zooms and rotated at the press of a button. On any given evening, we
could clearly watch Reggie's throbbing cock probing Sherri's little pussy. And
we could capture close-ups of Sherri's hot mouth intensely sucking on Reggie's
long thick member. After Sherri would finish sucking off her husband, Emily & I
would play back slow-motion captures of Reggie's cum blasting into Sherri's
mouth. And Sherri loved anal sex. Reggie rammed her tiny asshole on a regular
basis with an utter disregard for her well-being. And Sherri loved every minute
of her regular ass reamings, often jamming all sorts of goodies up her snatch
while Reggie filled her butt with his massive cock.

Aside from watching them in action, we could also hear everything Reggie &
Sherri said - no matter how softly. One night, we listened to Reggie and Sherri
as they shared their fantasies with each other while lying in bed. Sherri told
Reggie in detail about her desire to be gang-banged - to take one cock in her
mouth, one in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in each hand while several
other men jacked off on her. She wanted to be covered in cum while orgasming
herself. Then Sherri asked Reggie to share his fantasy, so Reggie told Sherri
about his secret desire to rape Emily. My wife & I listened intently as Reggie
described how he would like to steal up to our bedroom while we're asleep, and
tie us up, and rape Emily. And as Reggie spoke, Sherri suddenly became mad at
Reggie. We heard jealous accusations fly, heard the lovely couple fight and
curse at each other - and we listened in digitally enhanced stereophonic sound
as Reggie assured Sherri that it was only a fantasy...that he doesn't actually
want to fuck another woman. And we watched in infrared, as Reggie and Sherri
kissed and made up.. and then Sherri delivered one hell of a make-up blow job
to Reggie, while Emily delivered a fabulous blow job to yours truly. Indeed, we
spent many interesting nights voyeuring Mr. & Mrs. Biggs. There was much
fucking and sucking down there on the first floor of our brownstone, and much
upstairs as well. And yes, we violated the privacy of Mr. & Mrs. Biggs;
violated them almost every night for those first three months.

But then, surprisingly enough, the novelty started to wear off. After those
first three months, Emily and I agreed that Reggie and Sherri were getting
boring. Same old blow jobs, ass fucking, etc., over and over. They never
brought home young girls to fuck like we did, never did anything perverted or
illegal. We decided that it would be more fun to bring in some new blood, a
family with teenage children maybe, or a couple of married politicians. So I
quickly drafted and served an eviction notice on Reggie. This, however, turned
out to be a big mistake since he was a lawyer with a big chip on his shoulder.
I was just an ex-lawyer and I soon found myself in a legal battle which I was
destined to lose. So I did what I had been trained to do in my years as an
attorney...I conjured up a dirty plan - which Emily of course immediately loved
and agreed to. At the time, it seemed perfectly reasonable. Emily would seduce
Reggie when Sherri wasn't home, and then we would use the DVD recording to
blackmail Reggie into giving up his sublet rights and "voluntarily" vacating
the premises.

We waited until Sherri left town for a weekend-long dance recital that she had
been talking about for weeks. She left on a Friday afternoon. At about 10 pm
that evening, Reggie came home from a long day - and a long week - of work.
Emily kissed me as she stood at the top of our stairway in a short & sexy
bathrobe. "Wish me luck, lover," she said as she descended the steps. I went up
to our bedroom and watched the whole damn thing unfold.

I sat on the bed and pulled out my cock, ready for a very interesting fuck
session on my video screen. I watched Reggie take off his tie and pour a
scotch. Then I heard Sherri knock on the downstairs dividing door - which I had
built myself only three and-a-half months before; and I watched and listened as
Reggie opened the door and Emily stepped into his living room.

"Sorry to bother you, hon," Emily started "but I am out of ice...and I can not
drink my scotch warm."

"You're a scotch drinker too?" Reggie asked. "I was just starting on a scotch
myself." I rotated a camera and zoomed in on his face. His eyes rolled downward
as he admired my wife's beautiful naked legs. ("This was going to be easy," I
thought.)

"Well, can you spare some ice for your friendly neighborhood landlord?" Emily
asked seductively.

"Hell, forget the ice...how about joining me for a scotch?" ("Damn," I thought,
"this guy is quick.")

"You know what? I think I WILL join you," answered Emily. "Doug is out of town
for a convention and I hate being alone on a Friday night. Where's Sherri?"

"She's gone. Dancing for the whole weekend," answered Reggie, and he went to
the kitchen and poured a scotch for Emily. It was a tall one. He re-entered the
living room and handed the drink to her. She was already sitting on his couch,
and her robe was riding precariously up her thighs.

"That's a real nice robe you're wearing there. You know, I think your husband
is crazy leaving you all alone like this on a Friday night." He sat down next
to her, holding his drink in one hand and laying his other hand on her knee.
She smiled. She knew she had him.

"Let's not talk about my husband, ok?" Emily sipped her drink and readjusted
her position on the couch to allow Reggie a better view between her legs. My
zoom lens now showed me what I already knew... Emily was not wearing any
panties.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Felicia. But I must at least ask... when is he coming
home?" He glanced longingly between her legs.

"Tsk, tsk.." she wagged her finger at him as she opened her legs a bit more,
"Not until Sunday."

"This," he said, "must be my lucky night."

"Why, Mr. Biggs. Whatever do you mean?" she asked naughtily as she sipped her
drink.

"You know what I mean, Mrs. Felicia," he answered. He slid his hand between her
legs and leaned his head towards her. I zoomed in and watched as his tongue
darted along her lips. Her tongue slid out to meet his, and their tongues
flicked together for a few brief moments. Then Emily stood up and walked
casually toward the bedroom; and then she turned back toward Reggie. He was
still on the couch holding his drink in one hand and readjusting his crotch
with the other.

"You wanna fuck me, Reggie?" She threw back the rest of her drink. Reggie rose
and cleared his throat.

"Honey. I am gonna fuck you like you are never gonna forget."

"Get me another drink." she said.

"Forget the drink!" he responded, and he took two very quick and very large
steps up to her and ripped her robe off in one quick motion. She stood nude in
front of him, her small tits showing erect nipples, her trimmed blonde bush
gleaming. He sized her up, and then kissed her hard. She unbuttoned his shirt
and removed it, and then pulled his undershirt over his head. I trained two
cameras on Reggie as he removed the rest of his clothes at the threshold
between the living room and the bedroom. Then I watched as Emily dropped to her
knees and started sucking Reggie's cock. I zoomed in with a better angle and
got a good view of my wife's mouth on Reggie's giant black snake. I jerked
myself off as I watched her mouth work him fantastically. Digital sound
captured his soft moans and her wet slurps as her lips slid all over his rod.
Suddenly he pulled away... and spoke to her:

"I think I'm going to get you that drink after all. Get on the bed, bitch. I'll
be right back."

Emily appeared a little stunned at Reggie's abrupt brazenness, but she obeyed
him and climbed into the bed. She looked into the mirror over the bed and
smiled directly at me. I aimed all three of the bedroom cameras on her nude
body. She laid back and slipped her right hand down between her legs, and she
slipped a finger into her pussy. Her left hand pinched her left nipple. She
started fingering herself. She was getting very hot, and very wet. I then
looked at another one of my video screens, and watched Reggie in the kitchen.
He stood at the counter with a huge wet boner, pouring a scotch for my wife. He
reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a little square packet. I zoomed
in, but could not make out what the packet was. He tore it open and poured some
sort of yellow powdery substance into the scotch. He picked up a spoon and
stirred the drink, and he hastily returned to the bedroom, glass in hand. I was
confused as I watched him go to Emily, and it was only seconds before she
grabbed the glass from him and threw down two large gulps of the stuff. Then,
while she held the glass in her right hand, she grabbed Reggie's cock with her
left hand and proceeded to suck him some more. He knelt over her while she
sucked him hard and fast. Then he took his cock out of her mouth, dipped it
into her drink, and shoved his rod back into her mouth. She greedily licked his
cock clean. He did this over and over again, until he had "cock-poured" her the
rest of her drink. She soon started to show signs of intoxication, yet he
continued to fuck her face. Then she very suddenly passed out cold on his bed.
I thought to myself, "Doug, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into here?"
Reggie shook Emily a couple of times. She did not respond. Reggie then put his
cock back into her mouth, and he continued fucking her face.

I acted on instinct. I jumped from my bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and
shoes. This was my wife after all. I threw on a shirt and a jacket. I ran
downstairs. I had no fucking idea what kind of drug he had given her. I also
had no idea what I intended to do about it. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Doug. Is my wife in there?"

"No."

"Ummm. Reggie, let me in please?"

"It's not a good time Mr. Felicia. Umm...my wife is ill."

"Reggie. Let me in. I know Emily is in there." I was breathing heavily. My
heart was pounding. There was silence from the other side of the door for a few
seconds.

"Open the door now!" I shouted. I heard Reggie shuffling around just inside the
doorway. "I am calling the police if you do not open this door now!" I shouted.

A few more seconds elapsed. Then I heard the click of the lock and the door
swung open. And then I saw the crazed eyes of Reggie Biggs and the faint
glimmer of something large coming down on my head; then I saw stars swirling in
orange and red patterns; everything caved in on me.

When I came to I was naked on Reggie's bed, my hands and feet chained to the
bed posts. My head was throbbing and one of my eyes was stuck closed. The room
was dark, but I could make out my poor wife Emily curled up in the corner of
the room, naked and crying. Her left arm was chained to the radiator, and
judging from the smell and what little I could see, she appeared to be sitting
in a puddle of her own vomit. Reggie stood at the threshold between the bedroom
and the bright living room. I could barely make him out in silhouette.

"Welcome back to the world motherfucker," Reggie said to me. "Guess where I
just was...?"

"Undo these chains," I mustered.

"Maybe you didn't hear me asshole," Reggie stated firmly. "GUESS where I just
was?"

"I have no idea," I feebly answered. "I have been unconscious."

"I was in your BEDROOM!" Reggie said. "I see that you've been very busy up
there... you sick fuck... watching me and MY WIFE!"

I exhaled and attempted to collect my thoughts. It was not easy. Fast circles
scrambled in my mind. I felt like someone was jumping on my brain with a pogo
stick.

"How very very ingenious of you... that set up. Must have had a real good time
watching me and Sherri down here... Well, it seems only fair that I give you
something to add to your collection!" And before I could even think of
something to say, he was on top of me - punching me in the head, knocking teeth
out, breaking my nose, my jaw. Between the blows I could hear my wife's gentle
whimpering. And then, as quickly as he was on me, he was off me... and he was
standing over my wife. It was all I could do to maintain consciousness, though
I wasn't quite sure I wanted to.

"There will be no more crying from you," Reggie calmly said to Emily, and he
proceeded to duct-tape her mouth. Then, standing nude before her, he whacked
her across the head with his backhand, and she collapsed into a silent heap. He
was now sporting a mammoth erection. Violently jerking Emily's legs apart, he
rammed his cock into her pussy while I watched helplessly. Then he turned Emily
over on to her stomach and entered her ass from behind. Emily was semiconscious
while Reggie fucked her ass, and she whimpered incoherently all the while. Then
Reggie's thrusts got so violent that Emily's head started banging into the wall
in front of her. She halfheartedly tried to brace herself with her arms, but
the force of the fucking was too much for her. Her head smashed into the wall
over and over, and I feared he would kill her if he did not stop. Finally, I
found my voice...

"Leave her alone you FUCKER!"

At that point Reggie smiled at me, and he stopped fucking Emily. He walked
slowly over to me with his raging hard on and he put his mouth by my ear.

"You are gonna suck my cock for the camera, faggot." I knew I could not fight
him. Reggie cleaned the fragments of my broken teeth from my gums and lips, and
then he fucked my mouth, which hurt quite a bit.

"You like that, don't you, you fucking fairy?" he said.

He held his cock in front of my face, greased with the blood that was freely
flowing from my gums and lips. Then he undid my leg chains, and he flipped me
over, and he yanked my legs apart and slid his wet cock into my ass. A groan
escaped from between my lips. The pain was familiar, bringing back memories of
seven years at Riker's Island Prison, and I did not cry out again. I looked
over at Emily as Reggie fucked me, and I saw her sitting up, trying to break
free from the radiator. Reggie saw her too, and he suddenly rolled off the bed
and stood over her. He ripped the duct tape from her mouth, and grabbed her
head between his huge hands. He positioned his cock in front of her face. It
was standing straight out, a monster at its full length, dripping with my blood
and my shit.

"Open your mouth wide" he said. Emily obeyed, and opened her mouth as wide as
she could.

"Suck me good or die," was what he said next as he thrust his cock into Emily's
mouth. And she relented as tears streamed down her face; and she sucked his
cock as best she could. He fucked Emily's face the same way Emily & I had seen
him fuck his own wife's ass so many times before; with the same reckless
abandon; with the same utter disregard for her well-being. I thought Reggie
would snap Emily's neck as he used her mouth like an asshole, jamming his rod
in and out of her - over and over and over again. Then, when he was about to
cum, he completely impaled her innocent face on his cock, forcefully burying
his entire length right down Emily's little throat; choking her halfway to
death. Her eyeballs bulged out, and she gagged, and her whole body shook as he
violently pumped his semen directly into her stomach; and she passed out just
as he ripped his cock from her throat and abruptly left the room. Emily's body
fell over limp. Cum dripped out of her mouth, down her lower lip, and formed a
small puddle on the floor.

When Reggie returned half a minute later, he was carrying a pile of newspapers
that he dumped on the floor of the bedroom in front of the bed. Then he left
the room again and returned with a can of lighter fluid, which he generously
poured all over the newspapers. And then, to my dismay, he pulled out a
matchbook and proceeded to light the newspapers on fire. Flames immediately
leapt up in front of the bed as the large bastard turned and exited the room. I
watched in horror as he quickly dressed in the living room and exited through
the front door. My feet grew hotter from the approaching dance of the hungry
flames. I started calling out...

"Emily, WAKE UP!"

My wife lay motionless in the corner, the flames mere inches from her limp
body. Then the front of the bed caught fire, and the flames began to lick at my
toes.

How Reggie did not pass his wife on the street on the way out of the brownstone
I will never know. As luck would have it, Sherri's dance tour was canceled due
to a scheduling mix up and she meant to surprise her husband by coming home
early that night. She walked into the brownstone not two minutes after Reggie
left. She found me screaming in terror with my feet on fire, and Emily
unconscious in the corner. Sherri hurriedly extinguished the fire; I passed
out; and the next thing I remember is a fireman cutting my wife and I out of
our chains.

An ambulance took us to Holy Host Hospital where we were examined and treated.
Emily had toxic blood poisoning, so doctors pumped her stomach. She also
sustained fractures to nine fingers and both wrists; lacerations and abrasions
to her vagina and rectum, neck and back trauma, second degree burns to her
feet, and a bad concussion. I sustained seven fractured teeth, a concussion, a
broken jaw, a broken nose, a dislocated right shoulder, lacerations and
abrasions to my rectum, and second and third degree burns to my feet and legs,
eventually requiring skin grafts.

Reggie was apprehended later that evening around the corner from the brownstone
- at the Black Moon Pub. He was subsequently charged with various counts of
assault, arson, and intentional murder. Aside from the DNA samples that police
collected from my ass that night, there was ample video evidence salvaged from
the scene which could have been used to convict Reggie, but Emily and I decided
to drop the charges. After being discharged from the hospital, Emily and I were
also arrested and charged with various crimes and misdemeanors - particularly
violations of the federal wiretapping laws.

Reggie & Sherri reciprocally discovered a wellspring of forgiveness, and much
to the chagrin of the DA, they refused to press charges against us. The DA made
it very clear that he thought the four of us were in cahoots and totally fucked
up, and he swore he would prosecute us all to the fullest extent of the law.
However, after Emily and Sherri got done sucking him off, he realized the error
of his ways, and we were released. (Can you fucking believe the luck?)

All of our audio/video equipment was confiscated, and when I finally did
succeed in subpoenaing the NYPD inventory list, I discovered that most of my
DVD recordings were unaccounted for. I later learned that the NYPD had a
reputation for "misplacing" sensitive sexual materials, and I have since become
resigned to the fact that some cop somewhere is jacking off to a DVD of Reggie
fucking me & my wife up the ass - not to mention countless hours of Reggie and
his wife fucking and sucking each other off. If anyone knows where any of these
tapes are, I would appreciate it if you would let me know.

In the end, insurance covered the fire damage to our brownstone, and we fixed
the place up like new. I found a great oral surgeon and, you know, it's amazing
- the amount of abuse the human body can absorb without suffering permanent
injury. The following year, Emily & I placed another ad in the "Village Voice."

For sale. Huge, furnished three-floor beautiful brownstone in Greenwich
Village. Great sunlight, garden, hardwood flrs. Highest offer accepted.


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