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The Queen of Sorrow’s Falls
Part Eight
The Election
By Razor 7826 (Copyright 2008)
“We’re going to have to do something with the mother,” said Michelle von Houten as she stared at her pair of prisoners. Despite being in separate cells, the mother and daughter of the Klint family hugged each other in protective embrace. Their pale skin melded together in the artificial light of The Queen’s basement dungeon, their skin having barely touched by sunlight since their captivity months ago.
They often slept like that, clinging to each other through the spaced bars separating the cells and foregoing the slightly more comfortable cots. Though the mother’s vain attempts at protection would never succeed—it never did before—their affection for each other gave Michelle a slight tinge of remorse for her own family. Though decades apart in age, the family members looked remarkably the same. Both had large breasts on tiny frames, accentuated by their carefully controlled diets and sexual exercise that dominated their new lives. The younger had short, curly red hair, and the mother’s, despite having the same color, was long and straight. The signs of her pregnancy were only starting to show, her belly slightly bulging in a way inexplicable by normal weight gain.
Michelle turned to her friends, Suri and Toby, who flanked her sides. “This is going to be a lot more complicated than it should be, Toby.”
Toby rubbed his hand through his short brown hair and grunted in frustration. “Please, Michelle. You know this wasn’t an easy decision.”
Michelle rubbed his shoulder. “Sorry, Tobe. You’re doing the right thing.”
“Thanks. Don’t worry, it’s only a few more months. We really should come up with a better arrangement for her.”
“We can chain her up in the quest bedroom,” offered Michelle. “She’ll be happy to get out of the dungeon for a while.”
Toby shook his head. “No, that would be a pain to monitor her. We should just bring down a bed and put it in one of the larger cells. Bring some blankets and the such.”
Suri chimed in, her voice crackling with enthusiasm. “That reminds me. I dug my mom’s maternity clothes out of the attic last week, thinking she could use some.”
Michelle looked back at Suri with the intent of shooting the idea down, but stopped. The Indian woman looked so cheerful, and she was right. For all the abuse visited upon Julia Klint, she was pregnant; they needed to take better care of her, and that included keeping her appropriately clothed.
It did not take long to ready a new cell for the pregnant woman. Not caring about appearance, the three masters took only the mattress, linings, and pillows from the guest bedroom and dragged them into the largest of the basement cells. Though there were seven distinct cells in the basement, each with their own amenities and gates, only three had ever seen use.
Now, the fourth and largest contained a bare mattress and a clump of pillows and comforters. In the other corner rested the maternity clothes, folded into a nice pile. They saw no need to make them cell neat for its now occupant, for if she cared about neatness she would do it herself.
“Thank you,” sighed the mother as she was led into the cell by her leash. She collapsed onto the bed and drew the comforters clothing; it was the first time in over half a year that she had touched any fabric other than the tiny cot of her cell or the clothes of her masters.
Michelle was surprised at how happy the woman seemed, but quickly remembered her own experiences. In the days after her own escape from slavery, there was limitless joy to be found in even the most mundane actions and comforts. “Perfect,” she announced as she gazed over her subjects. “Now, Toby, I believe we have other business to take care of.”
“We sure do.”
“Do you think it is necessary?”
“I’m up in the polls, buts it’s too close to tell. So, I think that means ‘yes’.”
“Fantastic. It’s about time that we solve the problem with law enforcement.”
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Hours later, the trio parked Michelle’s van on a wooded side street near the newly purchased home of attorney Mary Gates.
“I can’t believe she bought a home just so she could run for office here,” commented Suri from the back of the van.
“I’m even more surprised that some of the people here are dumb enough to look past that,” answered Toby, his voice filled with disappointment in his townsfolk.
Michelle shook her head and smiled, her glare still staring down the deserted street. “Well, you don’t really have any relevant experience, Toby.”
“It’s always been a small department. There hasn’t been a reported murder in years, let alone any petty vandalism.”
Michelle smiled at his description. Most of the crime in the past year had been her own doing, but none of it—not the murders, not the arson, and not the kidnappings—had been publicly attributed to her. However, she knew, that such luck would could not last forever. “Do you think the Interim Sheriff will stick around if the cunt drops out of the race?”
Toby laughed. “Gary? Not a chance. His wife is waiting for him at their retirement home. He was in construction, not law enforcement. Hell, even I’m more qualified for the job then he is.”
“Good. We can’t…” started Michelle before cutting herself off. Around the corner, a red beamer pulled into the house’s driveway and into the garage. “She’s here. Let’s go.”
Suri stayed behind as Michelle and Toby walked across the street and across her lawn. They nodded to each other silently and each took their positions: Toby at the front door, Michelle just off to the side and hidden from view.
They nodded again. Toby rang the doorbell and slid both of his hands into his coat pocket and clenched his hidden weapon.
Michelle could hear the door open from her stalking point, but could not see the owner.
“Tobias? What are you doing here?” asked the unseen woman.
“I came to talk to you about Tuesday’s election.”
“Oh, come in. I just got home a few minutes ago. You really should have called first.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t have much to say.”
Toby followed with a smile on his face. Seven seconds later, the house shook with the sound of a human body collapsing to the floor.
“It’s done, Michelle.”
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The reached the dungeon thirty minutes later. Suri held the basement door open as Toby stumbled down the steps.
Across his shoulders he carried Mary Gates, the six-foot-four lawyer and only challenger in Toby’s campaign for Sheriff. She still wore her campaign suit—a grey pinstriped two piece jacket and skirt. Her short blonde hair still bounced in their impeccable curled locks. She moaned gently under her breath, the repeated shocks from Michelle’s stungun having drained what little resistance she had. Toby dropped her to the floor and stretched his back. “Damn, she might be a twig, but that doesn’t make carrying her around easy.”
Michelle looked around the dungeon. Julia was asleep on her bed, just as Michelle had expected; she knew that a true bed felt like heaven after months of sleeping on the floor. However, she was disappointed to see that the daughter had been given one of the many blankets they had placed in her mother’s cell. Jodie was curled into a ball, sleeping inside a thick red comforter atop her tiny floor mat.
“Damnit, Jodie,” yelled Michelle as she grabbed the keychain from her pocket and headed towards the cell door. However, she stopped midway. “No, she can be comfortable, for now,” she muttered to herself. “It will just make it all the more painful for her later.” Besides, there was another source of sorrow to bleed. She turned her attention towards the captured lawyer.
Mary Gates rested in the middle of the circle, groggy from the shocks and unaware of the predicament she had been forced into.
“Where am I,” she asked as she tried to raise herself onto her knees but failed. Her arms jerked wildly behind her as she struggled push off the ground, still unaware that her wrists were bound together with thick leather cuffs and a short metal chain. Her squinted eyes scanned the room, failing to focus on the threats around her.
“You’re home, Mary.”
Michelle, Suri, and Toby stood around their prey, each holding a stungun.
“Why don’t you try escaping, carpet bagger?” taunted Michelle.
With a pained heave of her body, the lawyer swung herself up and onto her knees. Her short skit slid up her legs and revealed her nylon tinted legs. She looked back and forth from each of her three captors, her face slowly shifting from confusion to pure terror.
“Tobias?” she asked, her voice cracking with uncharacteristic uncertainty. “What are you planning?”
Toby stepped forward, kneeled in front of her, and held up to her face. “Tell me, Mary. What made you choose Serenity Falls? Why did you choose this town for the starting point of your selfish ambition?
“I asked you a question first, Tobias,” retorted the lawyer with a wry smirk. “Answer mine, and I’ll answer yours.”
Without hesitation, Toby shoved the stungun against her neck and pulled the trigger. Her body jerked and twitched from the voltage and she fell back onto the ground.
“Gyaaaaah!” she screamed as she writhed on her side, her fingers and arms flexing as if she had a chance of freeing herself.
“Answer now, you filthy whore.”
Mary closed her eyes and breathed heavily before responding. The words escaped from her mouth slowly and clearly. “You know as well as I it was just resume building.”
“But why here?”
She straightened herself onto her knees. “I only moved after hearing about the potentially uncontested election. I didn’t expect such competition from a… veterinarian. I still can’t understand how these hicks would vote for you. I mean, I have an undergraduate degree in law enforcement.”
“Your education doesn’t matter anymore, sweetie,” laughed Toby. He bent down and stroked the smooth skin of her cheek. “Not at all…”
Mary jerked away. “Let me go, you fucking freaks.”
“Not a chance in hell.” He grabbed the collar of her suit and pulled, tearing both her jacket and blouse in one swift jerk and revealing her black push-up bra.
She screamed and hunched her body over, as if to protect her cleavage from the gazes of her captors. “They’ll know you did this,” she said, turning her eyes up to meet Toby’s. “You’ll pay for this.”
Once again, Toby laughed. “Really? Who will make us pay? By the time anyone genuinely gets worried about, I’ll be elected sheriff and placed in charge of the investigation.”
The color ran from Mary’s face. “No…”
Toby merely grinned in complete triumph. He stood back onto his feet and encircled the lawyer, until he was behind her back.
“Time for you to start earning your keep, Mary.” He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her to the ground, where she landed with a thud, unable to support herself. Her skirt was already curling up her thighs, so he finished the job, exposing her black lace panties. He rolled her pantyhose down her legs and quickly tore the side of her panties, causing them to fall down to her right knee. “Are you ready?” he asked, but didn’t care.
“No, please,” she cried. “I’ll do anything.”
Toby ignored her as unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock. It slid into her cunt in one swift motion.
She screamed for help, but Michelle and Suri interpreted her pleas differently. Instead of helping the captive woman, they assisted their friend in the defilement of the enemy. Michelle hiked up her red dress and slid on a thick strap on dildo, which she used to violate the lawyer’s mouth.
Suri, however, took a more submissive role. She crawled beneath Mary’s chest and pushed up the bra, revealing the 36C tits. Suri grabbed one with both her hands, leaned forward and began suckling.
Mary cried throughout the night as their assault continued, taking turns, violating each of her holes in as many ways they could think of. Much like the Tolsin’s, the Klint’s, and the former sheriff’s department, Mary would pay the price for crossing the Queen of Serenity Falls. She was a piece of meat, as far as Michelle was concerned, an outlet of sorrow and punishment.
They continued into the early morning, hours after her cries were replaced with stunned silence. Cum dribbled from her lips and dildos filled her cunt and ass, but she made no attempt to clean or free herself. She was defeated; the election had been lost before the first ballot was cast. The limitless ambition that had led her to the small Midwest city would no longer be of use to her.
Standing atop their prey, Michelle reached out and shook Toby’s hand. “Congratulations, Toby. You just won the election for Sheriff of Serenity Falls.”
Toby reared his foot back and kicked the dildo deeper into the lawyer’s cunt. “If everything goes as planned, this town will be anything but ‘serene’.
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