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Chapter 77 – Duck Hunting
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Copyright 2004
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"Think the Senator will be all right, Dad?" asked Kevin as the two men climbed into the duck blind.
"Yeah, Son, the Yankee bitch will be fine and if she isn't that's her problem," said Governor Kyle Morrison as he flipped open a small flask of whisky and took a swallow. "Have a pop. Keep the chill off," asked the Governor offering the flask to his son.
"It's a little early for me," said Kevin looking around. It was still dark. Dawn was slowly breaking on the horizon. The Governor, his only son Kevin, and Senator Candace Williams were in a private hunting preserve on a duck hunt. The Senator was in a blind by herself on the other side of the small island. Father and son had decided to share a blind. The Governor had whispered privately to Kevin he had some things to discuss with his son.
"Go ahead, don't embarrass your old dad. Make him feel like he's a drunk," said the Governor offering the flask again.
"All right, but just one," said Kevin. "She said she'd never been duck hunting."
"I know. The only reason the stupid cunt is here is that I told her that if she got more birds than me, I'd back her for President," said the Governor.
"That's not likely since she's never hunted before," said Kevin. "I'm more worried that she'll blow her own head off or something like that."
"Won't be no great loss to the republic if she did," said the Governor. "Great looking piece of ass though."
"She's a beautiful woman and she doesn't look her age. There's something rather compelling about her. It's like she can see right through you," said Kevin.
"She's a pisser all right. But nothing that a prolonged session sucking on my Johnson wouldn't improve. Wonder if she would report a rape?"
"Think she can win here in South Carolina? The rednecks in the rural counties are wacko over the idea of a woman President, especially one from the North," said Kevin.
"Rednecks ain't got the votes they used to have. The blacks and the Latinos think she's hot shit and the women back her. There's more women voters in this state than men."
"Cathy thinks she is the greatest thing since sliced bread. The Senator's got her vote. Whose Mom voting for?" asked Kevin?
"Senator Williams if she bothers to vote. How's married life?"
"Okay I guess," said Kevin.
"Not exactly a ringing endorsement for a young man married a little over a month. You still got that piece of dark meat stashed away?" asked the Governor referring to his son's secret black girl friend.
"Yolanda, you know about Yolanda?" said a startled Kevin. For the last two years, Kevin had been in a clandestine relationship with a black girl he met in college.
"Course I do, Son. I have to protect the family. How is she in the sack? Wouldn't want to share her with your old dad?"
"It's not that way with Yolanda. We really care for each other," said Kevin.
"So why did you marry the ice princess?"
"You know why."
"Yes I do. Marrying a black girl would not be a smart move here in a Redneck state but marrying a white girl from a rich and prominent family with connections to all the right folks is a smart move."
"Cathy and I get along all right," said Kevin defensively. Actually they saw each other as infrequently as possible.
"But when you want to empty your gun, you drive over to 19B in Spanish Moss Estates," said the Governor.
"You do know a lot."
"That's why I'm the Governor. But you got the right idea. Have a pretty blonde show wife for the media to gawk at and a hot black girl for fun. I should have done that. I was a fool to marry your mother especially since she's turned into a world class slut," said the Governor unconsciously reaching down to rub the bruised place on his forearm.
The night before they had a terrible argument. He'd slapped Amanda several times. She'd run out of their bedroom crying only to return a few minutes later with one of Kevin's old Little League bats. She'd almost broken his arm then she had him in the kidneys so hard he almost passed out. He'd wound up on his knees begging her not to hit him again.
"If you ever touch me again so much as a hair on my head, I'll castrate you and stuff your dick down your throat," were Amanda's parting words.
"Mom's all right," said Kevin defensively.
"I hate to being this up but I'm considering a divorce. Your Mother is no longer the woman I married."
"What are you talking about, Dad? I know you two have had your differences but you've stayed together twenty six years."
"Last night, we had a violent argument about these. When I confronted her, your mother threatened me with a baseball bat," said the Governor handing his son a packet of pictures that he pulled out of the pocket of his hunting jacket.
There was a long silence as Kevin stared at the pictures of his mother and a powerfully built younger man having sex. Kevin gasped at the pictures of his Mother kneeling down before the man sucking his cock and others of them in different positions having sexual intercourse.
"My God," said Kevin allowing the pictures to drop to the floor.
"That was her personal trainer, Joshua Baker. They've been together three times a week for the last six months that is until about a month ago. Obviously Josh has been exercising muscles she hasn't been using with me for quite a few years."
"What did Mom say when you showed her these?"
"She just laughed and told me what a great fuck he was. She didn't spare the details either. How long he could keep it up and how quickly he could recover for another screw. Seems young Joshua made her feel like a woman again. She also told me she'd moved on. Joshua was no longer in the picture. She has a new playmate, a woman."
"Mom, a lesbian?"
"Yes, I know it's against everything we were raised to believe in. According to the Bible, there is no worse sin for a woman to lie with a woman or a man with a man," said the Governor.
"How did you get these?" asked Kevin referring to the pictures.
"Joshua took them with a concealed camera sort of an insurance policy. He called me three weeks ago. He'd decided to go to Hollywood and see if he can make in the movies. I had to pay $50,000 to keep those from winding up in the media," said the Governor failing to mention that after the transaction, Colonel Mercer and two of his subordinates detained Josh. After retrieving the Governor's $50,000 they took the young man to an abandoned horse barn for as Colonel Mercer's referred to it, re-education. The three burly patrolmen had anally raped the youth then beat the young man senseless. They'd used iron bars to break his legs and arms. "Say goodbye to your balls," said Colonel Mercer as he raised a hammer over Joshua testicles. Joshua Baker was currently in a rehabilitation facility trying to learn to walk again.
"Mom with another woman, I can't believe it," said Kyle.
"It's your wife," said the Governor. "That make it more real?"
"Huh, Cathy, no way," said a disbelieving Kevin.
"Yes, Cathy, apparently Amanda melted the ice queen's heart during your wedding preparations. After the business with Mr. Baker, I had Colonel Mercer put a tail on her. She's been visiting Cathy regularly. They even spent the night together when you were trapped in DC by that snow storm."
"This is a lot to process, Dad."
"Did you have any idea that your mother and wife were munching rug?"
"No, of course not."
"You wouldn't lie to me, son," said the Governor standing up.
"No, of course I didn't know."
"And you wouldn't have any idea why your Mother met up with four women in the parking lot of her health club who took her to that charlatan's Doctor Sidney Freedman place where she spent the afternoon."
"No, that doesn't make sense. You know how Mom feels about black people, especially Sidney Freedman," said Kevin. "She once told me she went to college with Doctor Freedman and he asked her out on a date. She laughed in his face and told him she didn't date coons. Mom hates and despises blacks. That's why I never mentioned Yolanda around her."
"She spent almost five hours with that coon as she called him. The man that was following her couldn't get on the estate. Freedman's got quite a place high walls and lots of guards."
"I had no idea," said Kevin his head in his hands.
"You better not be lying to me, Son," said the Governor pulling Kevin to his feet by the lapels of his hunting jacket.
"Let go of me, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore," said Kevin grabbing his father's hands and pushing him away.
"There's one more piece to the puzzle."
"I'm listening."
"Michelle and Traci were also at Freedman's. They must have arrived earlier," said the Governor. "The three of them left together. They climbed into an armored limousine driven by a couple of women. The limo was registered to the Committee to Elect Candice Williams President."
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah, what the fuck is right? Colonel Mercer's been nosing around trying to find out more. It appears that our nigger preacher Freedman is working his ass off to get Senator Williams elected. His entire organization is going 24/7 to get out the black vote. Every Afro-American church and community activist in the state has been enlisted to register blacks and get them to the polls come Election Day," said the Governor.
"Why would Mom, Michelle, and Traci be involved with Freedman? I can't believe what you said about Mom and Cathy. None of this makes any sense," said Kevin.
"I agree with you about your Mom not being partial to people of color but that sister of yours, she'll fuck anybody even her brother," said the Governor taking another sip of his flask. The Governor was obviously enjoying his son's mental anguish.
"That was a long time ago, Dad. We've already talked about that and I agreed never to touch Michelle again. Besides, I was just a kid and so was Michelle."
"Michelle was thirteen when you two started playing hide the salami. Of course, even at thirteen, out little Michelle wasn't a virgin so you can't claim her cherry. That honor belongs to my brother. Wesley."
"She said Aunt Cora got her drunk," said Kevin.
"Cora fulfills the dual roles of wife and procuress. Aunt Cora got Michelle boozed up at the lake so her husband could screw her. That prick Wesley took her right on the wooden dock under a cloudless sky. He said she was tight at the start but she loosened up pretty quick. He had the nerve to tell me how tough her cherry was. His pecker was sore for a week."
"Michelle told me about it," said Kevin.
"Brother and sister pillow talk," said the Governor.
"That's all over now."
"Liar, liar, pants on fire. I happen to know that you and Michelle got together at your wedding. You're quite the swordsman, Son. You were slamming it to her so hard I though you were going to drive her head through the wall."
"I was drunk."
"Totally shit faced, handicapped bathrooms are a great place for a hidden camera. You learn so much. Such as the fact that my sweet little Traci doesn't mind taking it in both ends from her cousins or that your mother-in-law Margaret Davis, leader of Charleston's society, isn't above paying a Puerto Rican bus boy a $100 for an ass fuck."
"What are we going to do?"
"Let's keep our cool until we figure what this is all about. You might arrange a tryst with Michelle and see if she'll tell you anything. That is when she doesn't have your cock in her mouth."
"What about Senator Williams?"
"I'm resisting the urge to work over her way, strip her, fuck her and beat the truth out of her," said the Governor.
"What the hell!" said Kevin as a fusillade of shots was heard from the other side of the island?
"Dumb cunt is wasting ammunition. Where did the dogs get to?" asked the Governor referring to the three champion retrievers brought to retrieve the kill from the surrounding water.
"They ran off in her direction when they heard the shots."
"Waste of time, ain't going to be nothing to retrieve," said the Governor.
"She must be able to reload like lightening," said Kevin noting the rapidity sequence of blasts.
"Another drink?' said the Governor offering the flask.
"Why not," responded Kevin?
The two sat in silence as they listened to the repeated volleys of shotgun blasts. They passed the flask back and forth.
"Always prepared," said the Governor drawing another flask out of his pocket when Kevin finished the first. Both men were becoming inebriated.
"You know she couldn't say anything if we did rape her," said Kevin.
"It would ruin any chance she might have of becoming President. You thinking what I'm thinking?" said the Governor.
"Like you said. Strip her, slap her around until she tells us what she's up to, and then we fuck her," said Kevin his feelings of anger boiling to the surface.
"Something to tell your grandchildren about. I put the meat to the future President of the United States. Dibs on her asshole," said the Governor rising unsteadily to his feet.
The two left the blind and on unsteady legs staggered toward the other side of the small island.
The Governor almost slipped when he climbed the few steps to reach the door of Senator Williams' duck blind. He would have except that Kevin put his hands on his back to steady him. When Kevin looked down he say that the steps were covered in blood.
A blast of heat struck the Governor's face as he entered. The room was brightly illuminated. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed at the scene that greeted him.
"No, not Christ, Lucifer" said a calm female voice. "Take your clothes off."
"What is it, Dad," said Kevin? Kevin was behind the Governor the scene hidden by his father's broad back. The heat was almost unbearable. It was hard to breathe. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
The floor was moving. It was covered with dead and dying waterfowl. Wounded ducks were fluttering their wings spraying blood. Blood splatters stained the walls.
Kevin looked down at Senator Williams. She was naked with her legs spread and her feet firmly planted on the wooden floor. Her skin and blonde hair were streaked with duck blood. Brandy, a Labrador retriever bitch was between her legs licking her sex. Max, a male Labrador had mounted Brandy. He was driving his cock into her. Kipper, an older animal was lying quietly on the floor licking his cock.
This is insane thought Kevin as he removed his coat then grabbed his hunting shirt. He ripped it open sending buttons across the room.
"Show Kipper some love, Governor," said Candace.
Kevin watched in total shock as his father clad only in his hunting boots fell to the floor and took the Lab's cock in his mouth.
"Can you taste my pussy on his cock?" asked Candace. "He loves to fuck women."
"Yes, it's delicious," said the Governor looking up his mouth glistening with fluids.
"Put your cock in my mouth, Kevin," said Candace gesturing for Kevin to come closer.
I'm naked realized Kevin. I don't remember taking my clothes off. God it is so hot in here and all this blood. Why is there so much blood? Kevin looked over his shoulder at his father performing orally on Kipper. As he straddled Candace bringing his cock to her lips, a long inhuman serpents tongue appeared wrapping itself around his member and drawing it inside.
This isn't happening screamed a part of Kevin's brain. No, it just cannot be. Kevin felt a wet finger part his butt cheeks. When he looked down, he saw Candace's blood stained hand was in the crack of his ass. He grunted as her finger forced its way past his anus.
Events lost continuity. Reality became a kaleidoscope of depraved sexual acts. Later, Kevin would recall being on all fours. His father's cock was in his mouth. He felt a stabbing pain in his rectum. Max was mounted on him driving his canine cock up his ass. Candace was underneath him sucking his cock. Positions changed. He was mounted on Candace while his father penetrated his rear. At another time, he penetrated his father's ass and later Candace's ass. With disgust, he recalled sucking the dog's cocks and shoving his own prick in Brandy's vagina. It was depraved, perverted and totally unequalled pleasure as he unhesitatingly responded to Candace's spoken and unspoken commands.
It was afternoon when Kevin woke up. The room was still and dark. It had grown cold. His father was nearby asleep snoring loudly curled up with all thee dogs. Candace was gone. The dead waterfowl were missing. Kevin and his father were covered in dried blood.
It took Kevin sometime to rouse his father. He used lake water to wash the blood from their faces.
"Are you all right, Dad?" asked Kevin helping his father to dress.
"Never better," said the Governor. "I could use a drink."
"What happened with the Senator, the dogs, the ducks?"
"Beats me, son, she's gone now. She must have taken her kill with her."
"Don't you remember what we did? It was awful."
"Yeah, a little, and that little makes me want to forget the rest."
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