Chapter 1

Linda Tightly was the wife of Congressman Leo Tightly. The Congressman was from one of those red States in the “flyover” part of the country that elected mostly boring vanilla types with spouse and kids tagging along everywhere he went as the best deterrent against getting into hot water with one of those Washington bimbo’s with Zip-lock pussies and butts that wiggled when they moved because of the ever-present six-inch heels.

She was just getting used to living in the Georgetown section of the city and wished she was back home in her own kitchen and in her huge master bedroom upstairs where she had all her nightwear that kept her husband close to home to get more of the good stuff.

Linda had been a “star” in the sorority at college and she had a collection of dated filled to the brim condoms that filled not just one but two large cigar boxes with the sins of four years of women’s studies.

She had to admit she had done her share of humping the tenured educators to keep her grades up and graduate with honors like most of the other decent looking young ladies with an aversion to cracking a book and actually studying like the guys with a need to do well if they wanted to be a success. Linda tended to give up her favors to the slow-witted jocks with sports scholarships and other benefits that didn’t quite make the smell test in ethical practices 101.

It was nice to take the big cocks with no stressful need to have intelligent romantic conversation or show how smart she was underneath it all because she knew that all they wanted was “tits and ass” and a girl that knew when to open her mouth and when to keep it closed behind closed doors. She was just the sort of girl that would love to fill that bill on short notice and made a practice of it to the point that most of the jocks had her name and phone number in their little black books. She had looked into one of their little sordid notebooks one time and saw that the nasty jock prick had assigned her five stars for “superior ass” and that made her feel a little sad because in all honesty she always felt a little humiliated to bend over and take it all the way up and pretend she loved it.

Linda already had two children, a boy and a girl and she had no intentions of ever having any more because she felt she had done her bit on the “being a mother” circuit with her mother being the “free” nanny to take up all the slack at home. She did enjoy dressing them up and trotting them out for photos to help her husband get the votes he needed to stay on top of the elections game played every other year. There existed that sense of certainty because her husband was in what they called “a safe district” meaning the registered voters were stable in favor of her husband’s party and all she had to do was throw parties and smile like it was lots of fun.

She was shopping shoes on the day that she was snatched off the street right in front of the mall and the whole thing was on camera. Unfortunately, the lens was in need of repair and the image so blurry that the identity of the two dark-skinned kidnappers was still a mystery and their van had a stolen tag from another state.

Detectives Mike Murphy and Maria Garcia knew the details were dubious and that in these cases if they didn’t get some sort of demand in the first twenty-four hours, it was likely the missing person was already dead in some unknown location and might never be found in her spouse’s lifetime unless it was some bones in the woods by a hiker with a need to explore.

In point of fact, the attractive Linda was under the effects of some homemade chloroform that would keep her quiet and relaxed for several hours whilst being transported to a theater in a sleazy part of town that catered to the perverted and sin-loving underworld that managed to stay well clear of incarceration because they knew how to play the game and avoided risks that the convicted felons never thought about until it was too late to make amends.

Danny and Mister B carried her still form down the stairs into the basement theater with a stage at the end that had all the best of lighting and set designs that modern day stages had in this day and age.

They deposited her wrist and ankle bound form on top of the black leather settee face down and Danny spanked her silent buttocks with his heavy hand making Mister B laugh at his impudent robbing of the woman’s dignity in front of an empty house of empty chairs and no other witnesses to the disgraceful lack of mercy for the woman’s partially exposed panty line of expensive French undies.

Mister B whipped out his huge black cock and bounced it childishly on the drugged woman’s face holding her nostrils shut until she opened her lips for the oxygen to feed her lungs. He shoved his hardness deep inside her slack mouth and her tongue instinctively wrapped around it and licked like a puppy dog because she sub-consciously recognized the taste and shape of what was in her mouth.

The two men thought that was amusing and Danny yanked down her French silk bottoms to spread her late twenties ass cheeks for his hungry dick looking for a tight hole to test whilst she was still in a state of complete slumber and unresisting to his advances in the slightest degree. He was familiar with this type of screwing because they had made this sort of run before and delivered their spoils to the same stage for the evening’s entertainment. In a way, Danny felt sorry for the young girl but he steeled his heart and shoved his hard dick in the back end of her pussy finding that she was well-lubricated and ready for action in a way that he felt certain would do her well in the coming few hours if she managed to survive the night.