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Later that night
“He’s working where?”
“Yup, the fucking Maple
Post.” John Clinton was not happy as he delivered the news. “Matthew Mansell
isn’t just some two-bit reporter from some local newspaper; the fucker is
working for the ‘Maple Post’. Its’ national!”
Richard
Evans felt a headache coming on as he digested the news. Just what he needed; trouble
with a capital T. National trouble with a capital T!
“Shit man, that’s bad.” Rex
Harper, the town’s sheriff, always had a way with understatement.
“Ok, nothing we can do about
Mansell then.” Evans said. “Rex, keep an eye for trouble in the town. I don’t
want any reports of big trouble while Mansell is in town.” Evans waited for
Rex’s nod before continuing, “John, keep watching Mansell. Make sure he doesn’t
see anything we don’t want him to see.” John gave a grim nod at that. Evans
then turned to the last man in the room, Eddie Blackmore, the owner of the
town’s only newspaper. “Ed, go around town and tell everyone in the group to
lay off the womenfolk till the reporter leave town.”
“The men won’t like that
Richard. You gave them power over their women, they won’t just leave it due to
some outside reporter.” Ed doesn’t say much but when he talks, he is usually
right. Unfortunately, in this case they don’t really have a choice in the
matter.
“I don’t care,” Evans
replied. “We can’t afford national trouble at this point. Ask them how it will look
if Mansell see the womenfolk all carrying black eyes, or what will be said if
he report that all the teachers in the town’s high school are men and that they…SHIT!”
Evans looked at John who
immediately knew what he had to do. “Don’t worry; I’ll keep the man away from
the school.”
“And the camp too. No telling
what will happen if he stumbles into that.”
“Don’t worry about that
Richard. I’ll put some extra men on the road.” Rex said.
“Make sure they are men you
trust, Rex.”
“No problem, all but two of
my men are members and the camp is outside the town with only a dirt track
there. They’ll stop anything that tried to get up there.” Rex said confidently.
“Sir, may this slave make a
suggestion?” Evans had almost forgotten that his slave was in the room. Zoe
‘Shitface’ Cusack was kneeling in a corner where she was to be as invisible as
possible, or at least that was the idea.
“Did anyone asked for your
opinion Shitface!” Evans shouted.
Shitface fall face-first to
the ground. “Forgive this useless slave, master. But this woman suggest that we
use the reporter to our advantage.”
That got the men’s
attention. The four men looked at each other for a moment, and then Evans
replied, “You will be punished for speaking out of turn…later, what is your
useless suggestion?”
The next morning
Spring’s Motel was without doubt a bigger motel than Bogart’s
Motel, but like Terry said, it was more popular. One look at it and Mat knew
that it was full. The feminist movement activists were all staying there, which
was kind of ironic as the owner, Danny Crawford, really can’t stand the lot of
them.
“I’m sorry Mr. Crawford. From
where I’m sitting, the feminist movement seems to be making you a rich man.”
“Who don’t like money? You
know if they want to protest, rise up some signs against Evans…I have nooo problem
with that, but these guys are insane I tell you!”
“Why you say that, Mr.
Crawford?”
“For one they are destroying
property! They…”
“Destroying property! Where?”
“Across Evan’s place. There
was a big sign congratulating him on winning the mayorship…old town tradition
you know. Those guys spray-painted ‘Fucking Retard’ over the sign and…”
“A little vandalism is hardly
destroying property, Mr. Crawford.”
“I’m getting to that! Rex,
the sheriff, gave them a warning and replaced the sign. Next thing you know the
own sign got tore down.”
That shocked Mat. No one in
town had said anything about it. “They tore it down?”
“Yeah. Looked like a truck
ran over it or something.”
“Any arrest?”
”No proof, no witness but no one else in town would have done it. Those…”
Danny’s rant was cut short when Maggie Crawford came in the room. One look at
the pot and Mat knew why. Seems that he was about to witness some small town
hospitality.
“Some coffee, Mr. Mansell?”
Maggie smiled as she asked.
“No thanks. Uh…Mr. Crawford,
you mind if I asked your wife a few questions?”
“No problem. I’ll be right
outside if…” Danny was halfway up from his seat when he was stopped by his
wife’s hand.
“No need for that Dan. Mr.
Mansell can ask his questions to us together?”
“Not a problem Mrs.
Crawford.” Mat waited for Maggie to take a seat before asking. “What are your
views about losing the vote?”
“Don’t have one. Richard is
doing a good job overall…can’t really complain you know. As long as he’s doing
a good job…bringing in money, making the town boom…he’s better than our old
mayor, that’s for sure!”
“Don’t you feel any lost? Losing
the vote is a big thing, you know. Most people in
“I and the rest of the women
in town don’t mind. I rather you know…the world mind their own business.
Instead of coming into town and…you know disturbing the people living here.”
“Those people are bringing in
a lot of money.”
“Sure. I have no problems
with the tourists…you know the one who just come into town, sightsee a little,
and then leaves. It’s the ones that hold protest marches, set picket lines,
destroy property…you know, I can do without those.”
Mat can’t help but smiled at
that, “You mean the mayor sign Mrs. Crawford?”
“Among others”
“What others?” This was
getting more interesting by the minute for Mat.
“Someone threw rocks at Richard
Evan’s windows and…”
“Maggie,” Danny’s voice held
a warning. “Let’s not talk bad about our guests now.” Mat was surprised at
this, just 5mins ago; Danny was just laying it on for him.
“Mr. Mansell, if you want
dirt on Evans, you are not going to get it from the townsfolk. You should go
talk to those activists upstairs.” Danny’s voice was again polite and smooth.
“I will.” Mat got up from his
seat. “Thanks for the time folks.”
Danny took Mat’s hand and
gave it a firm shake. “No problem.”
With that, Mat left the room and headed upstairs. The
Crawfords were seemingly a normal couple, both had to be in their 50s, but
there were some things that just weren’t right about them. Still, they weren’t
the story. Evans is…or at least he was. The activists might be an even better
one! With that though, Matthew Mansell headed up to see the local leader.
Downstairs
“You did well cunt”
“Thank you, master. But
master, may this old cunt asked why you stopped me just now?”
“Because you talk too much.
You were to get him interested, not give him the full story. That’ll just make
him suspicious. Stupid old cunt”
“This cunt is sorry, master.
Please punish this old cunt for her errors.”
“Later. Now get your ass out
there and do the housekeeping.”
“Yes master. Old Cunt
understands. Old Cunt obeys.”
Maggie
‘Old Cunt’ Crawford stepped into the lobby of the motel. When her master first
joined the M.A.P, she wasn’t that sure it was such a good idea. Then he sent
her to the M.A.P camp outside of town. A month there and Old Cunt already knew
3 things.
1.
All men are born
masters
2.
All women are
born slaves
3.
And the world is
going to change
With
a smile on her face, Old Cunt went about her duties.
That night
Mat hates it when the story gets away from him. However, he
loves it when a better one just show up on his doorsteps. After the talk with
the Crawfords, Mat met with the feminists. At first, they weren’t that
interested in talking, but then Mat informed them he was writing for the Maple
Post…that opened doors real fast. Like Zoe Cusack said, glory hounds!
The local leader was a Jean Butterworth. She started out
confidently, answering questions in a quick fire manner. Mat started off with
the expected questions; how Richard Evans’ win will affect
You don’t stay in this business for 15 years without
developing some instincts, and Mat’s instincts were screaming ‘Fucking Good
Story’ in big bold letters. Hell, even that bitch editor of his agreed. The
town against the outsiders! Now that’s a headline that will sell a lot of
newspapers. The phone rang at that point.
“Yeah”
“Is this Matthew Mansell?”
The voice on the line sounded
very familiar to Mat. Then it hit him, it’s Ed Blackmore! “Yes, Mat here. Mr.
Blackmore is it?”
“Yes. I have some good news Mat.
I spoke to Richard just now; he’s very willing to give you that interview you
want.”
“Really? That’s fast.”
“Yeah, when I told him you
came to see me, he agreed immediately.”
“Really? Uh…why?”
“Well, don’t tell him I said
this, but I think he’s kind of hoping that he will give him a fair shake.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you know how many
reports Water Springs had so far? I can tell you that most of those hacks never
been in town, they just write those ‘NEWS’ in their plush office in
“Yes, I can see why. Look
like a perfectly normal small town.”
“Not the pits of hell is it?”
“Ha, ha…no.”
“10 in the morning, his
place…you know where that is?”
“Hey, I’m a reporter
remember. I’ll get there. Thanks Ed.”
“No problem”
The line went dead. Mat went to the local newspaper before going
over to Spring’s Motel. He wanted to know about the problems the locals were
having with the activists. Ed Blackmore was more than willing to help someone
from the Maple Post. Seems that there were a lot of…‘incidents’ involving the
feminists, nothing proven but a lot of suspicions. Mat smiled. Oh, he just loved
the smell of a good story.
Somewhere in town
“Evans here”
“Richard? Ed here, I just got
off the phone with Mansell. The meet is set. Tomorrow 10 at your place.”
“Ok Ed, good job. Rex is
ready. Your guy?”
“Sending Jake over”
“Jake? He’s not a member of
M.A.P?”
“No, but he is my best. Don’t
worry, he will get the shot.”
Richard Evans was quiet for a
moment before answering, “Ok Ed. You know your guys best. I’m counting on you.”
“Don’t worry. Jake’s the
best. You go and get some sleep, tomorrow is a big day.”
”No problem, you too”
“Goodbye”
“Bye”
Richard Evans put down the phone and briefly wondered what
Ed would think if he knew that Evans had no intentions of sleeping tonight. Probably
nothing good! Evans grinned as he slowly walked to his bedroom.
Evans smiled as he entered the room. Spread-eagled on the
bed was his naked slave, Zoe ‘Shitface’ Cusack. Her hands and legs were tied to
the bedpost and a red ball gag was in her mouth. Evans felt a hard-on just
looking at her.
“The plan is set Shitface.”
Evans said. Shitface looked at Evans and nodded her head. There was no need to
tell her anything but since she was the one who came up with the plan, Evans felt
that she should know how it was going.
“It was a good plan!” Evans
said causally. “But you did speak without permission yesterday.” Evans let his
words sink in. “What do you think I should do about that slave?”
The answer was immediate. Shitface lifted her back and
showed Evans her raised pussy. Evans asked coyly, “You want me to fuck you?
Give you pleasure for speaking out of turn?” Shitface shook her head violently
at the thought. Evans made a show of thinking about it, “I know! You want me to
beat your pussy senseless! Is that right Shitface?” Shitface nodded her head.
“Ok…if that is what you really want.”
With that, Evans lifted the belt on the floor. Without
hesitation he hit her pussy with it. Shitface screamed in her gag. Evans waited
and Shitface lifted her pussy again. Another stroke hit her right on the pussy.
Shitface screamed again. Evans waited again and Shitface lifted her pussy for
the third time. Another stroke! Over and over this happen. On his travels,
Evans learned that the best way to control women was to make them want it. Make
the woman want to give up control and you would have won half the battle.
However that required patience. So Evans was patient. He waited for Shitface to
lift her pussy everytime…and then gave her the best shot he had. On the
twentieth stroke, he had enough. Shitface lift her pussy again but Evans slowly
walked over to her. He took out her ball gag and looked in her eyes.
“What do you say slave?”
“Thank you master for
punishing this slave”
“Your plan was a good one. Do
you feel that you deserve the punishment?”
“Yes master. I was a slave
who spoke out of turn and without permission. That the plan was a good one does
not matter master.”
“Why?”
“Because Shitface is a slave.
All my thoughts, my ideas, my body, my pussy belonged to you master. The plan
was my thought and my thoughts belong to you master. So the plan wasn’t mine
master…it was yours.” Evans kept quiet and waited for his slave to continue.
“This slave deserved to be punished because she spoke without permission.
Please master, hit this slave again. Punish this slave for her mistakes and
train her not to repeat them again. Please master, please.”
Tears pooled in his slave’s eyes as she begged for the
punishment. Gods, she was well-trained. All the extra time Evans spent on her
at the camp was paying off. Without another word, Evans put the ball gag back
in her mouth and then walked to the foot of the bed. He looked at Shitface
still raised pussy. WHACK!
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