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Chapter 72 – Entrapment
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Copyright 2004
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"I don't exactly know where to start. But I guess the money part is as good as any. It's what got us into this mess. George and I were married four years ago and we spent a fortune on the wedding and honeymoon. It was money that we didn't have so we borrowed. Our parents weren't able to help. Like an idiot, I was caught up in the bride thing and just assumed that somehow magically we'd pay for everything."
"You're not the first young couple to make that mistake," said Anna Estelle.
"Then we needed things for our condo and we sort of went crazy there too. End result was that we got hopelessly in debt. But you already know that. We thought we'd found a way to get out of our mess. George's college roommate and best friend inherited a large farm near Cookeville, Tennessee. It's out in nowheresville. He grows marijuana, lots of it. He agreed to sell George enough to fill up a van at less than half what he normally charges. George helped Irwin get through the university and he felt like he owed George. So when we got together at his sister's wedding and George told Irwin about our money problems, he came up with a solution," said Celeste.
"You agreed to become dealers," said Hoover.
"More like distributors. We would transport the marijuana from Cookeville to Charleston where Irwin put us in touch with a Mr. Melvin Abernathy. Mr. Abernathy would repackage the marijuana and sell it on the street," said Celeste.
"Dangerous business, you'd never dealt drugs before," said Anna Estelle.
"No, never, all I'd ever done was smoke a little grass. Anyway we drove to Cookeville in a van that George borrowed from a neighbor and filled it to the brim with bags of marijuana. Then we traveled all night to a warehouse outside of Charleston where we met Mr. Abernathy and his goons. I was frightened so bad my knees were shaking."
"George had persuaded me to change into a short tight skirt, V-neck sweater, and heels right before we reached the warehouse. He told me that I would be eye candy that would help the deal along. Like I idiot I agreed. He said Mr. Abernathy would be more impressed with him if he had an attractive female as his accomplice. The end result was that I looked like a cheap whore and wound up treated as one.
All my appearance got me was an opportunity to be felt up as I was passed around the room from thug to thug. While George and Mr. Abernathy were counting money and weighing the marijuana, I was fighting to keep fingers from being stuck in my pussy."
"That must have been very frightening,' said Hoover.
"I was petrified they were going to rape me. Just as we were leaving, the police burst out of hiding. We were about a block from the warehouse when police cars stopped the van. My heart almost stopped. It turned out to be a sting operation. Everybody got arrested," said Celeste. "They'd captured everything on video. Later, I got to watch a DVD of George and I exchanging the money and dope with Mr. Abernathy. How could we have been so stupid?"
"Not exactly a legitimate sting, Mr. Abernathy and Colonel Wesley Mercer are business partners. You were the only ones arrested. Outside of their financial arrangement, Melvin Abernathy keeps the Colonel happy by entrapping young attractive couples that he blackmails into becoming sex slaves for him and selected members of the South Carolina State Police. You are not the first couple that has served the Colonel sexually," said Hoover.
"Yes, we met another couple last night," said Celeste. "The Waters, they were scared to death. It was their first time. Sally Waters looked terrified. Lennie, one of the guys didn't like the way she sucked his cock. He tied her to one of X-shaped crosses and whipped her until she became hysterical."
"What occurred after your arrest?" asked Hoover.
"They handcuffed us, read us our rights, and stuck us in a state police van. We drove for what seemed like forever. When we arrived, we weren't at a regular police station. George said it was an old abandoned state police barracks outside Hanahan. They drove right into a horse stable that was no longer used."
"Colonel Mercer and most of his reports are former or current members of the state's mounted unit that is used for crowd control. Their mounts are currently stabled at a newer facility just outside Charleston," said Hoover. "However, Colonel Mercer still controls the abandoned facility and uses it for special occasions like yours."
"I gathered they were into horses and riding. Anyway the Colonel was there sitting at a small desk with one of those integrated DVD/video playback systems. He made us watch the video of our selling drugs and arrest then showed us the sections of the South Carolina penal code that applied to major dealers. There was enough marijuana in the van for us to be prosecuted as 'traffickers'. That carries a penalty of twenty-five years to life with no possibility of parole. George and I were frightened out of our minds. Our lives would be over by the time we got out of prison. We'd be old and gray."
"But Colonel Mercer offered you a deal," said Anne Estelle.
"Yes, if we agreed to put ourselves at his sexual disposal as he called it, he would not turn the DVD over to the prosecutors. All we had to do was participate in sexual activities at parties that he would be having at his house on the lake. Then he showed us another DVD of prison rapes. It included a scene where other prisoners raped a girl with a broom handle. Blood was gushing from her vagina when they were done."
"You're going to be fucked either way. But if you accept my offer, it's a few months. Else it's twenty five years of prison sex where one out of three of your partners will be HIV+," said Celeste quoting the way the Colonel summed up his offer.
"And you agreed," said Hoover.
"Yes, the Colonel gave us a moment to talk it over. But we were both so frightened of prison that there wasn't any argument between us. We told the Colonel we would do what he wanted."
"What happened to the dope?" asked Hoover.
"They kept everything. That was the end of us financially. We had begged and borrowed to get enough cash to pay Irwin. When we lost the dope and the money, we were completely and utterly finished money-wise. We had to beg them to give us back the van. It wasn't ours," said Celeste.
"Good deal for Abernathy and Mercer, they get the drugs for free," commented Hoover.
"What happened next," asked Anna Estelle?
"To seal the deal as he called it, the Colonel stood up and ordered us to kneel down, take out his cock and suck it. I was shocked that he included George. But pretty quickly I learned that bi-sexuality was pretty much normal behavior in that bunch. The women have sex with other women and the men seem to have a preference for feminized men. Gender preferences don't seem to count for much with those people."
"You found this difficult?' questioned Anne Estelle.
"Extremely at first, I'm not saying I'm an angel but until that night I'd never done anything sexual with an audience. Nor had I had sex with another woman. That night and many times since I've done both. To me, sex was a private matter. The idea of having to suck a man's cock while others were watching terrified me. It took everything I had to kneel down in front of the Colonel with everyone looking on and provide him oral sex. The fact that they exposed their own cocks and began stroking them didn't make it any easier," said Celeste dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"How many state police were there?" asked Hoover.
"Ten, maybe a dozen, all men except for one woman. They were in uniform," said Celeste.
"The uniformed female was Major Adele Simpson?' asked Hoover.
"Yes, Adele, that was her name. Before it was over I had to perform sexually with her while everyone watched. I just ate her at first then we did sixty nine."
"Later, when you have time to think, would you email me all the names of those present that you can remember? Here's my email address," said Hoover handing Celeste a card with his email address and phone number. "If you want to get in touch with me at any time just call the number on the card. Until this is over, we'll be close by."
"I know it's difficult but can you tell us what happened that night?" said Anna Estelle.
"Actually, it's doing me some good to talk about it. George doesn't like to discuss it. He's more of a survivor than I am. Somehow I think he's too much of a survivor. Anyway, we knelt down and unzipped the Colonel's uniform trousers. When I brought his cock out, George surprised me by leaning forward and licking the head then sucking it like it was no big deal. The Colonel told me to suck his nuts while George worked the shaft. After a while, the Colonel ordered us to switch. He orgasmed in my mouth but the Colonel ordered me not to swallow immediately and share it with George."
"And that was just the start?" said Anna Estelle.
"Yes, while we were giving the Colonel head, the others hauled several mattresses out of a stall. Then they got undressed and the fun and games began. At least that's how George refers to them, fun and games. Adele wheeled out a pipe rack of lingerie. She handed George and I matching red hose and garter belts and told us to put them on. They seem to have a thing about red underwear."
"George had to dress in red lingerie too?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Yes, I had to show him how to put it on. Frankly, who wears that sort of thing anymore except for sex? George is slender and they seemed to like the way he looked. Adele found him a wig and applied some lipstick. He looked ridiculous to me but I could see that the officers were turned on."
"What happened next?" asked Hoover feeling his cock stir.
"They whipped us with ridding crops. Our wrists and ankles were tied to the horse stalls. I thought the next step would be a gang rape but they stood us up against the stall door, bound us tightly and proceeded to whip us on our backside," said Celeste.
"How long," asked Anna Estelle?
"I don't know. The next morning, from the top of our shoulders, all down our backs, across out butts and only ending at the back of our knees were red strips and whelps. I had to sleep on my stomach for the next three days. We screamed and pleaded with them to stop but honestly I think our begging just made them hit us harder. We were sobbing hysterically when they finally took us down and gave us a drink of water."
"Did they explain why they whipped you," asked Hoover?
"Not exactly, later, Lennie told me that they always started a new couple off with a good hiding just to show them whose boss. Frankly I'd say they are a group of sadists that love to hurt people. They like to tell stories about hurting people when they are not busy hurting people."
"Do you have an example you could give us?" asked Hoover.
"At last night's party when it was winding down, Sally Waters and I were sucking Zack and Lennie's cocks. They were sitting on the couch together drinking a beer. The way they treat you, it makes you feel like dirt. There poor Sally and I are blowing these guys, trying our damndest to make them cum and they're talking about sports, the weather and oh yeah, this thing they did on a recent bust."
"Not exactly romantic," added Anna Estelle.
"Exactly, they were laughing and talking about how they had brutalized this Puerto Rican pimp and his girls. I gather they especially don't like people of color and Latinos. They'd arrested him in one of those public projects in downtown Charleston. They used an aluminum baseball bat to break his arms and legs. Zack was talking about hitting a home run and how it sounded different with aluminum when the bone broke. There were three of the pimp's girls in the apartment. Lennie broke their legs below the knee then fucked them."
"When I bent the black bitch's legs back over her head, the fucking bone came right out the side of her leg is a quote. After they fucked them, they rammed the fat end of the aluminum bat up their pussies. Can you imagine what the pain those girls suffered. I broke a leg in high school so I know how it feels. Just the thought of someone sticking a baseball bat in my vagina makes me nauseated. But Zack and Lennie were practically giggling about how the girls wouldn't be able to work for a month."
"Sounds rough," said Hoover.
"Those two are real sadists. They made me have anal intercourse with them that first night, George too. I'd never done that before. It hurt like hell the first time. But like anything you keep repeating I got used to it."
"So after they whipped you too, what was next?" asked Anna Estelle.
"They put us down on the mattresses and had intercourse with us, sometimes one at a time but more often two at a time and in my case, three at a time. In my entire life, I had never had sex with more than one man at the same time but that all changed. I'd never had anal either. It was an awful night for me," said Celeste.
"Was the Colonel involved?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Oh yeah, he takes Viagra or at least he says he does. He kept a hard on the entire time we were there. He organized the ass to mouth fuck," said Celeste.
"Describe that," said Hoover.
They put George and I on our all fours facing in opposite directions. We were side by side so close our flanks were touching. A guy would fuck George in the ass for ten strokes, then take it out and knee walk to his side where I gave him oral. The trooper I was giving oral would move to my rear and fuck my ass. The one in my ass would stick his cock in George's mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever done in my life until last night. I could taste my husband's shit on the cock that went in my mouth. We hadn't been given a chance to douche so our butts were anything but clean. Ass To Mouth or ATM was how they referred to it.
"And George, how did he fare?" asked Hoover.
"You live with a man for four years and think you know him but he surprised the shit out of me. George has never been a dynamo in bed or seemed particularly interested in sex but that night and our subsequent meetings with the Colonel's bunch has transformed him. The bottom line is that he learned that he loves to dress up like a woman and have sex. He couldn't wait to get to the Colonel's place last night. And he's in his glory when Zack or one of the well-hung studs is fucking him in what he calls his man pussy."
"How does he explain his behavior?" asked Anna Estelle.
"In some ways, he seems freaked out about it. But at the same time, he talks about how a new doorway has been opened for him. He makes some fuzzy remarks about how he always knew it was there and he might never have gone through it unless Colonel Mercer forced him. My assessment is that George has suppressed his sexual urge to dress and have sex like a woman. Now that he's experienced it, he's very excited and eager to pursue it further. Part of his frustration is that we're too broke to allow him to buy a few things. I'm a size 6 but George is a 10 so my clothes won't fit him. He made me take him to the Salvation Army's Good Will store where we found some used clothes that fit," said Celeste.
"And how does his cross-dressing affect you and your sexual relationship?" asked Anna Estelle.
"That's the odd part. Cross-dressing has transformed our sex life. I used to be lucky if I got screwed once a month now he's after me all the time. And I mean in a strictly heterosexual sense. It's as if his libido has been liberated and he wants more sex of all kinds."
"How are you handling having to perform sexual acts that weren't part of your repertoire before you ran into Colonel Mercer?" asked Hoover.
"I've adapted. Anal which was totally new to me until that night in the horse barn has become something I enjoy. I screamed and cried like a baby the first time that Zack stuck his peter up my rectum. Now I enjoy it especially if there is a cock in my other orifices. I get off on that. That's something I've found it hard to admit even to myself."
"And sex with females?" asked Anna Estelle.
"I never realized how well one woman could eat another's pussy. Debbie Mercer ate me out last night. We were doing sixty-nine. I had an incredible orgasm, one of my best ever. Then the bitch made me pay for my pleasure by squatting over my face and pissing in my open mouth. I had to swallow it or she promised to whip me until I did. They always whip us at the start to get the party warmed up. Are you familiar with zippers?' asked Celeste.
"Clothespins on a string, apply them to a sensitive body part then jerk them off all at once," said Anna Estelle. "Your pain levels shoot through the roof."
"They used four on me last night. They put one all the way around my breast with the final clothespin on my nipple. After Debbie zippered both breasts, she started at the top of my labia practically on my clit all the way down my inner thigh to barely above my knee on both sides. The several of the wives tied me up and whipped my backside until I was out of my mind with pain and begging them to stop. Once they stopped they yanked all four of the zippers off. I screamed so loud I was surprised that the folks living across the lake didn't hear me. After I was tortured they did Duane Waters, then Sally Waters then George. For the rest of the evening we were their fuck toys. They also fuck each other. I suppose it's similar to a Roman orgy. Everybody is screwing everybody else regardless of sex."
"You mentioned something particularly disgusting happened," said Hoover.
"I had to participate but it was Sally that had to do the disgusting part. Three of the troopers fucked me in all my holes but they ejaculated in my rectum. My butt was filled with their cum. Then Debbie squeezes a douche bulb filled with horse piss up my ass. They made poor Sally suck all the piss and cum out of my asshole and swallow it. I don't know how she kept from vomiting. I would have," said Celeste.
"I've heard of that before but not the part about using horse piss, interesting variation," said Anna Estelle.
"Celeste, are you willing to help us out. We think the risks are small but there is always a possibility you could be hurt or killed," said Hoover.
"Yes, I can't continue to live like this. The credit card companies are driving me insane plus they're going to get me fired. What is it that you want us to do?" asked Celeste.
"Us, we think it better you don't involve George. The less people involved the better," said Hoover.
"All right, I understand. George is something of a ninny. I'll do it without him. What do you want me to do?"
"On Election Day, we believe that Colonel Mercer will take certain actions to discourage racial and ethnic minorities from voting. In effect, he will be blocking Americans from exercising their constitutional right to vote. I won't deny that an overwhelming majority of that vote will be for Senator Williams. We need to know the Colonel's plans. We also need to film the Colonel himself describing what he intends. With that we can defeat him," said Anna Estelle.
"How would I do that?" asked Celeste.
"We think there are ways it can be managed but that's a topic for a later meeting. It's getting late and you look tired," said Hoover.
"All right, I better get home. George's golf must have been over hours ago," said Celeste.
"Senator Williams instructed me to give you this," said Hoover reaching into his suit pocket to extract an envelope and handing it to Celeste.
"What is it?" asked Celeste.
"$5,000, Senator Williams wants you free of money worries until this is over. The Senator wants you focused one hundred percent on our plan," said Hoover.
"I don't know how to thank you and the Senator. I'll do my best," said Celeste rising to leave.
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"I got horny as hell listening to her story," said Anna Estelle watching Celeste exit the coffee bar. "She's got a cute ass that I would love to eat."
"Before this is over, we'll get her in bed. She could use an afternoon of straight sex," said Hoover.
"What's straight about us?" asked Anna Estelle.
"We haven't been sucking a horse piss and cum cocktail out of anybody's asshole lately," said Hoover.
"When you put it that way, we're a pair of regular straight arrows," said Anna Estelle.
"Let's go back to base and fuck. Maybe Maria Consuela or one of the others is up for a group grope," said Hoover.
"Excellent idea," said Anna Estelle.
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