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Subject: {ASSM} Alita (Wife, Rape Int. Violence) 
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Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2006 12:10:01 -0500
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Alita. (wife, Rape. Int, Violence )

   Alita and I had just moved to Dallas from a small town in
Central Texas. We are bot in our early thirties and have been
married for eight years. The ecomonic policies of right wing
president George Bush, had all but destroyed our small town's
economy. Alita and I hated to leave all our friends and family
there. Well at least our family. Most of our friends had already
abandoned the dying town.

 I found a job in the big city. I was a structial engineer but my
present job found me repairing utility facilities. Lisa and I had
two children. ages six and five. The kids were really messed up
from having to leave their own little friends and both sets of
grandparents, aunts and uncles. But I hoped that one day the
nation would wake up and not put a bunch of criminals in office
again or allow them to steal and election.

 The guys that I worked with were a crude sort, but I took it in
stride, and tried to get along with them till I found a better
job. This story is really about my wife. Let me tell you
something about her. Most women fall apart after they have
children. Not Alita. She was a small woman of less than five feet
and ninety pounds. She had to stay away from the beaches because
of her fair,  alabaster white skin. I would say that my wife was
definately a white woman.

 Her parents had named her after Prince vallant of the misty
islands because she was so pale at birth. I loved her p[ale skin
and her dark hair. Yes her pubic hair was dark and soft. While
many guys rant and rave about a shaved pubic area, as if it's
some kind of a turn on, I think it looks like a sugercal scar. I
had to see Alita's private parts after she had our children. It
brought tears to my eye's. Alita shares my love of her unshaved
condition.

 I had myself nipped because we had all the children we wanted.
Many women had a their tubes cut to prevent pregnancies, but not
Alita. It was easier for me to do it. She was a tigress in
bed,and had no hesitation when it came to giving oral sex, or
even alan sex. She might have been tiny but she put the vision of
the large robust Texas woman to shame.

 I would say that our trouble started at a company picnic, at
some lake outside Dallas. I took my family there to be sociable
with my co-workers and their families. I could tell that Alita
had nothing in common with the fat loud wives of my fellow
employees. The kids liked being around other kids, and went off
to play with them. Naturally there was lots of beer to drink.
Alita and I preferred wine. We drank beer to be sociable, and
carried an empty can around the whole time to look the part.

 My co-workers, however became drunk along with their wives. The
drunker they became the more abusive they became. The men began
to make jokes about their wives. The other men laughed as well as
some of the wives. I thought it was time to get the kids and
leave. Alita did too. We went away from the tables to find the
kids. We found Little Travis covered with dirt in the center of a
circle of other kids. A fat red headed kid of about nine, and
built like a line backer laying on the ground, crying. My six
year old,Arnold,was standing over him. I saw that Travi's arm was
real red and swollen.

 Since the kids were three years old they had been taking Tai
Kwando from an old army buddy of mine back in Clear Springs. We
had served in Desert Storm together as Rangers. I would have
taught the kids. He did a better job and liked to teach. He had a
large class of most of the kids in town. Bill liked to tell
everyone that I had saved his life in the war. I told everyonme
that he was full of shit.

 Anyway here, at the picnic, was a small lean six year old kid
that had just decked a large bully that was twisting his
brother's arm. I took the kids and started away. I first checked
to see if the bully kid had been hurt. We were heading to where
Alita was telling the other wives that we had to go. The bully's
father, who turned out to be my supervisor came charging up to
us.

 "What the hell do you think your kid is doing Wilson? "

 "Well boss it looks like my boy was teaching your kid about not
picking on smaller kids."

 " You had better watch your step wilson. We know how to handle
trouble makers here."

 "Then I think that you had better teach your kid better
manners."

 I walked away then. I had not been mad about the boys but I was
sure was about the way that my was acting. As I walked away I
knew that he was seething. I smiled to myself thinking about the
new job I was trying to get. I was just waiting till the owner of
the company I wanted to go with got back from an extended
vacation. He was an old Ranger himself from another war. I
listned to Travis telling me how Arnold had put the bully down.
The lessons with Bill had sure paid off.

 When I went back to work, I went to the job site and was
performing my jod like I always. I had a tape playing in an ear
plug. I liked to listen to classical music. I had a Mozart tape
playing. It had never inteferred withmy work. As a matter of fact
the other guys had a radio playing loud shit kicking music, as I
called it.

 " Hey Wilson how can you do your job with that peice in your
ear?"

 " It don't bother me at all." I motioned to the rest of the crew
playing the redneck rap music. There were several balck guys that
worked there and they liked their rap and the rednecks liked
hillbilly music. The two being played so close to each other, I
had dubbed redneck rap, " It shuts out the noise."

 My tape player had a recording option and when Carl started to
yell I flipped it on. I just kept on working and ignored Carl's
ranting till he started to get personal. I was recording him
because I wanted Alita to see what Ihad to put up with. She had
been giving me a little grief about the new job that would take
me away from dallas for a while each month.

 " You know Wilson that wife of yours is real sexy. Maybe me and
the others ought to pay her a visit some day while we keep you
here."

 " OK Carl." I was not easy to get mad but I believed in pinching
trouble opff before it got out of hand. " Look and understand
this... I do not play those games. My family life and this one
are to remain seperate." I went on to tell him that since my six
year old had kicked his nine year old's ass that my wife could
kick his. He bristled up and came at me. He must have had a
moment of clarity because he stopped and just looked at me. I am
not all that physically imposing but I did learn a lot of
agressive fighting in the Rangers.

 " That's your problem Wilson...you think that you and your
family are too good for us common folks."

 "That's what you say boss."

 "Damn right it's what I say ass hole."

 " Whatever."

 " Look ass hole that sweet little wife of yours could wind up as
the center of a company gang bang if you don't watch your mouth.
"

 The buzzer sounded for lunch about then,and I went off by myself
to eat the sandwiches that Alita had made for me. I was listning
to the music,and thinking that Iwould have to record the tape
again after I put Carls ranting on the tape. I saw about three or
four guys come up . Just for the hell of it I flipped the tape
player on record.

 "Hey Wilson...we hear that you think you're too good for us."

 "You must have been talking to Carl."

 "Well we ain't all that stupid that we can't figure people out
for ourselves."

 "Whatever." I took a big bite of my samdwich and let the guys
fill my tape up with typical redneck blather.

 " You know Sammy." One of the guys, Simpson, was speaking to the
tall balck guy with them. " I sure bet that little wife of
wilsons here, would just love to get some big old black cock."
Everyone started to laugh then.

 I swallowed my bite then and took a swallow of my drink. I set
it down and looked at the guy's. " That's enought of talk like
that.Any more and I just might get a little mad and we wouldn't
want that. "

 "Why ass hole?" That was Sam, the black guy. He didn't let it
drop. "Your wife a racist...she don't like black cock?"

 " No she just dosn't like animals."

 " See I told you he was a racist." Sam threw dond his sandwich
wrapper and tried to look bad at me.

 " No the fact that you are al;l animals has nothing to do with
race."

 " We ain't no animals."

 " Whatever."

 I was picking my shots the way I had been taught. I don't think
the idiots knew how clase they came and it was the end of lunch
buzzer that saved them. I went back and finished my job just as
the buzzer for quiting time sounded. I could tell that the others
were still trying to complete theirs. They had a mess of wires
all over the place and the floor along with a lot of trash. When
I had finished up my area was spotless. I was about to clock out
when Carl caught me.

 " Hey Wilson...you gonna give the others a hand?"

 I looked at my watch. It was right on the money. "You gonna pay
me overtime?"

 " Overtime hell...you ain't worth what we pay you already."

 " I finished my job. Looks like the four of them could have done
the same."

 " You gonna go help them... It'll only take a half of an hour?"

 "Like I said you going to authorize overtime. "

 " Hell no ass hole and that means you work without pay when I
say you do."

 "That's illegal boss but if you tell me to work with out pay or
loose my job then I will."

 " Just how you gonna prove it ass hole?" I grinned at him then.
I had his every word on tape.

 " Get the hell outa here."

 That night I played my tapes to Alita. She said she was sorry
she had resisted my getting another job. " I didn't know...I
guess I just want my husband around all the time. by the way I
need some loving mister."

 "The kids in bed?"

 "Yep."

 "Then why do you still have your clothes on?" In a few minutes
we were fucking just like we did that week after I got back from
Desert Storm. I really felt bad for all the other men in the
world that had wives that couldn't suck cock like Alita. Well I
didn't really.

 The next day we went to another site to work. Carl hovered
around me all day. He could have watched the village idiots,
that's how I thought of them, they needed watching. He found
every excuse to find something wrong with the way I was doing my
job. The right way. Carl was a big man. It was mostly beer gut
and flab, but he was still big. I had already picked the spot I
was going to hit him at. I learned several spots that will
disable a man but the spot I picked would also cripple him. I
just waited for the chance when it would be legal. He said a lot
of things about my wife and I just let him play out the rope.

 "It was Sam that really pissed me off. Every time he would pass
me he would make a crack about me being a racist. Worse he kept
making crude reamrks about Alita. I didn't know how much longer I
could put it off. The guy at the other company was still away for
at least a month more.

 "you know man I love white cunts. Now that cunt of your's is
sure white and I'll bet she will love my big old black cock and
never fuck a whity again." It was hard as hell but I just ignired
him. I didn't realize at the time that by ignoring him it just
made him over confident and he became more abusive. Well yes I
did too. I knew that an angry person made mistakes.

 I just took the abuse and insults of my red neck co-workers.
Like we love to say in Texas, "Give a man enough rope and he'll
hang himself." It was about two months after the infamous company
picnic that thisgs started to boil over. I knew one thing about
red necks, they got braver and braver as time went by and they
were still alive. The ones I worked with were no different. My
lack of concern at their insults finally caused them to get
careless.

 It happened one Saturday morning when I took Alita and the kids
out for a treat breakfast of pancakes at IHOP. We had ordered our
breaksfast and were waiting for it when Carl and another guy I
worked with came in. They didn't see us where we sat and instead 
went to the young pimply faced guy that called himself the manager. 
Then I saw him grin and point toward where we were sitting. Carl 
and, I think his name was Roy, came toward us. I made eye contact 
with Alita and she glanced up. She then started to get the kids ready
to leave if we had to.

 Carl and the other guy approached our table, grinning like the
jackaases they were. I started to speaking to the people at the
table next to us that lived in our neighborhood. I had every
intention of ignoring the guys that had stopped at my table. They
stood there looking like idiots,being ignored as they were.

 "Well...well lookit here." That was Carl.

 "Ain't we lucky." That was Roy. I turned from my conversation
and just stared at the two.

 "It's the stuck up white woman that thinks she's better than
everyone else." That was Carl.

  On the job I just ignore the jackasses. I was on my family
time, as I called it, and it was my time and I knew that it was
time to teach these idiots a lesson. I was about to speak when
Roy popped off his mouth.

 "Hey lady, when you going to party with your old man's buddies."
I could smell the beer they had fortified themselves with.

 " Yeah bitch...we want you to be the center of our company
gangbang." That was it. I wasn't running away, but I looked at
Alita and the kids and said that it was time to go. I stood
between them and the two guys as they started to get up, with my
back turned to the two creeps. Now there are those of you that
will say that I was just inciting them. You're right. Turning
your back on jerks like these had a way of infalming them. Carl
made the first mistake. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me
around. My chair fell to the floor and people all over the
restaurant looked up at the rukus.

 Carl should have hit me from behind. Not that his outcome would
have been any different. When he spun me around I simply jabbed 
him with my stiffened fingers right in his eye's. He screamed and 
granned at his face. I knew that he was out of the way and I turned 
to look for Roy. Roy grabbed the chair little Travis was sitting in 
and pulled it from under him. Travis fell back and i heard his head 
hit the something hard. It later turned out to be the metal table 
leg. Roy was hefting the chair to crack it across my head. From the 
corner of my eye I saw little Travis's bloody head. I still had my 
finger's stiffened but I went for the area in the middle, just under 
Roy's rib cage.

 He had time for one scream as I jabbed. I felt the cartiledge of
his rib cage tear and the bones break. Roy got a real suprised
look on his face and dropped the chair. He must have been feeling
his heart burst. Then he spewed blood from his mouth and fell. He
was dead before he hit the floor. The next few minutes were a
flurry of activity. Alita ran around to Travis. He was
unconscious and bleeding. Alita screamed and picked up her child.
I moved Arnold aside and told him to saty out of the way. I
looked back for Carl and he was on his knees on the floor holding
his eyes. I took another quick glance at my small boy laying
there and decided right then to finish off Carl. Alita screamed
for me to call 911. Our waitress came and excitedly told me that
an ambulance was on the way.

 I looked outside and saw a police cruiser pull up. I thought
that they had certainly gotten there fast. Two cops hurried in. 
I held on to Arnold to keep himout of the way. Travis was in good 
hands with my wife. Next thing I know I had two guns pointed at me. 
One cop had his drawn and was pointing it right over alita's head. 
I started to tell him to be careful when two more cops, that must 
have come in through the other door, hit me over the head from 
behind. I staggered and then felt the shock of electrodes as they 
hit me. Before I blacked out I heard Alita's scream.

 I was only out about two nutes. What my eyes saw through a haze
was Alita being hauled to her feet away from a prone bleeding
little boy. I tried to struggle to my feet to protest. As it
turned out i didn't have to, Several people around me had
advanced on the police. I remember seeing pimple face on the side
of the scene, grinning like some sort of a scarecrow caricature.

 "What the hell do you cops think you are doing?" That was a
older man with white hair.

 "You leave those people alone...them two was the ones causeing
all the trouble." That was a spindly little woman with thick
glasses.

 The cops looked confused. Have you ever seen a gorrila looked
confused? Well that's what they looked like. I remember one cop
had turned and looked at pimple face. About then an ambulance
arrived with it's siren wailing. The cop that had ahold of Alita
released her and she dropped back down to craddle her son's head.
I found that my hand's were cuffed behind me. That had to have
happened while I was out. I was still dazed and confused, but I
do remember pimple face yelling that Ibeen causing trouble. The
cops do what most cops do when faced with something that calls
for them to use a modicum of intelligence. They stood and looked
stupid. I noticed that they still had their gun's pointed at me.

 The paramedics rushed in, took one look at Travis and pulled
Alita aside. They started to work immediately. One of the cops
yelled something about us being under arrest and to stay out of
it. A large burly paramedic shoved up to the cop and started to
yell back "Yhe kid, that little hurt boy under arrest too?" The
cop looked more stupid then. The paramedic went back with the
other one working on Travis. I heard Travis moan and I knew that
he would be alright. The paramedics brought a gurney and picked
Travis up and laid him on it. Before they left the big paramedic
looked at the cop and said that he was going to fill out a
complete report. "If I was a cop myself I would arrest every one
of you idiots. I saw one cop take pimple face by the shoulder and
lead him to the side.

 Alita took Arnold and started to go with the paramedics. Another
of the cops there started to grab her." Hey you are under arr..."
That's as far as he got because that was when I butted him with
my head. It's a good thing I was cuffed or I would have killed
the cop. About then the older white haired man stepped up and
said that he was my lawyer. Words were spoken. Voices raised and
soon I felt my cuffs released.  Too many people had confirmed
that me and my family had been attacked and I was just responding
like any father and husband should. I was told to come to the
station to make a statement after going to the hospital.

 By the time I got to the hospital Travis was in a hospital bed
with a bandage around his head. Alita told me that the hospital
wanted to keep him a day or two, something about concussion.
Alita had already called home and told her parents and mine what
had happened. My dad, who also happened to be the county sheriff,
was involved in a search for a kidnapped child. Alitas mother
said that she would be right down. She had a bad case of the flu.
Alita made her under stand that if she came when she was well
then that would be fine. My own mother was in Australia with her
school class. We had each other and that was all we needed then.

 As soon as I was sure that Alita was alright and the hospital
had brought in a bed for Alita and Arnold to sleep on that night,
I told Aliota that Ihad to go to the police station. I drove down
and went inside. I was met there by the white haired man who said
he was my lawyer. Hin name, I found out was, Norman Welch. Welch
took me aside and told me what he had found out. First of all Roy
was dead. I knew that a split second before I hit him. Carl was
in another hospital and was blinded for life. His eyes were
ruined with no chance of repair. I also knew that,even before i
did it to him.

 Now Welch told me something new. It seems that pimple face was
friends with the late departed Roy and also with two of the cops
that had answered the call, which strangely enough had been made
two minutes before Carl and Roy came in. The next thing was that
there was a camera , fucused on the cash register. We were
sitting just beyond it and the camera had captured everything
that had happened, when and also afterward. Welch said that the
police chief had come from downtown to the surburban station to
talk with me.

 That was when the chief walked in. "Wel Dave Wilson the
fourth...now that wouldn't be the great grand son of The Texas
hero Dave Wilson of the Texas Rangers would it?" I grinned and
said that I was guilty. The chief asked me and Welch to accompany
him to a vacant room. "Wait a minute," he said, "I'm not
finished...and also the grandson of the president of the Texas
peace officers association for forty years, also Dave Wilson. and
excuse me for being longwinded, the son of Carleton county
sheriff, also Dave Wilson?" That was when the chief shook my
hand.Welch just smiled and shook his head. The chief said some
more things about feeling like he was in a history class on Texas
law enforcement.

 He talked about why I had not followed my family tradition. Then
we got down to brass tacks so to speak. The officers would first
of all be fired. Just the first two. The ones that had came up
behind me had thought thatI was a murderer. The had acted a
little rough, which I could understand. The cop that had pulled
Alita from a bleeding little boy was fired and would face charges
of reckless endangerment. The other cop was just fired for
abusing the badge. The chief said that the rep from the union was
in agreement. The other two, well the chief said that he was
going to comment=d them for acting quickly in an emergency
situation by taking me down as they had.

 The chief looked me in the eye when he said this to gauge my
reaction. I told him that in a similar situation I would have
done the same. The chief smiled and said that he was also
charging Noland Smith. I looked confused till he said. You know
the IHOP manager, pimple face." I asked what he would be charged
with and was told it would be making an unlawful request for the
police. That would just be a start. There would be enough time to
sort it all out later. Right now the chief knew that I wanted to
be with my family. I did. Welch me how I would feel about owning
the IHOP restaurant where the trouble happened. I told himthat it
sounded like I would have to wash dishes as I was the worlds
worst with money and cooking. He told me that he wanted to
instutute a law suit against the restaurant. "Need to teach those
people not to hire dumb asses for their managers."

 I took my family home the next day from the hospital. Then the
next day I knew that i had to do something. I was armed with a
lapel camera and recorder. This time I wanted to be prepared for
whatever. About noon I went to the company office.  I walked
right passed old Horace grimes secretary. She tried to stop me,
but I shouldered her aside. Grimes was at his desk as I walked
in. I was going to lodge a complaint against my co-workers, but
before I could open my mouth He started to scream at me. A door
opened and three big, I mean big men came in.

" Throw this killer out." he screamed at them. Two of them
advanced toward me. I might add cautiously. They had probably
heard about what happened in the restaurant. They knew that
Icould kill with my habds and didn't make enough money for that.
Grimes thought that he had me and he started to scream at me
more.

 "You little shit ass bastard... I'll teach you to screw with me.
Take him and kill him if you have to."

 The two men came at me all at once then. The third man just
waited. I turned and caught the first man with a slap that sent
him against the far wall. I didn't hit him with my fist, I
slapped him on the side of his head. I knew that the boy would
have trouble hearing, and probably thinking the rest of his life.
The next guy thought better about the straight on approach and
started to draw his gun. He was perhaps ten feet from me and he
would probably have shot me. "Just drop the gun Ed." The vioce
belonged to the third man. I saw that he had his own gun aimed at
Ed. "Drop it Ed...you don't know but I am probably saving your
life." Ed dropped the gun. The third man said that he knew what
this was about and he wasn't about to put his career in jeapordy
for this old bastard. He indicated Grimes. He herded the other
security guard out of the room. "Be right back Mr Grimes...just
as soon as I take care of Ed here."

 Now there was grimes and myself in the room. Grimes looked at
his watch. "You are two late you little shitass."

 "You had better tell me what you mean by that."

 "Well I will tell you big shot...I sent my niggers around to
take care of that sweet little white wife of your's. By now she
has been fed so much big black cock she will never want you
again. Your ols crew is there to get some payback for your high
and mighty ways. " Thats as far as he got before I was out the
door on a run. I broke every law on the books getting home. Did
that bastard tell me the truth. I had a sinking feeling that he
had. I left my car, still runniong, in the middle of the street.
I saw the busted door as I went in.

 The rest of the story I will tell you from Alitas description.
Also Alita had set a video cam corder down on a table across the
room and was taking a video if her and the two boys acting us.
She said it was for Travis's bandaged head. They were camping it
up with Travis and Arnold with a drum and tou flute. Alita was
marching with a little flag. It was their very own rendition of
the old American Revolution picture. I saw the tape, as much as
it pained me. I had to watch it at the trial as the jury watched
it.

 Alita  spun toward the sound of the door being kicked in. The
first man to try and grab her got the flag staff through his
gut's for his trouble. There was about four inches of half inch
wooden pole above the flag a shape like an arrow head on the end.
It acted as a great spear and the man's white eyes in his black
face opened wide in pure surprise.

 "Run" She shouted at Arnold and Travis. Travis ran but Arnold
ran straight for the man that his mother was skewing with the
flag staff. He delivered a kick to the man's balls that would
have done a grown man proud. As it were it did in the man with
the staff in his gut's and he sunk to the floor, out of action.
Next thing Arnold was flying through the air. The one called Zeke
Busby hit the little six year old in the face with his ham like
fist. Alita screamed for Travis to run and get help. Another man
caught him as he tried to flee.

 Alita kicked and punched and screamed till she was over come by
the six remaining creeps. One man, with skin the color of soot,
ripped her blouse and bra off with one swipe. Her milky breast
spilled out.

 " Gawd...lookit them tits...man I want to cut one off to take
with me."

 "Hit her and knock her silly. I want her to know when we rape
her white ass." That was the third black man.

 Zeke Busby, a read headed retard, had tied little Travis up. He
was shreading a newspaper he found and was going to light it.

 "No you idiot...do that later...right now we are going to fuck
the bitch, then we;ll burn the place down."

 The man who spoke was Lester Grimes, the son of the company
owner. The other white man there was called Gilley. He was scared
of Dave Wilson, but raping his wife would make up for the
sleepless night that Dave had given him with his high faluting
ways. He thought about if the boys would be up to going home with
him and fucking his wife. Gladys had been at the picnic and had
developed a deep hatred for Alita. Alita had never even looked at
her or spoken to her, but Gladys hated her. Her and the other
wives fucked the entire crew but this bitch thought that she was
too good for them.

 Sam was one of the black guys there. "Hold that bitch down while
I get my cock in her mouth. Ok white slut now you get that big
black dick I told your old man about."

 Alita began to struggle anew but this brought on a flurry of
beatings that left her concious but pretty much disorientated.
Little Travis was screaming and Zeke Busby slapped him hard.
There wasn't another sound from him. "Oh my God..these bastards
have killed my little boys. That was the last thought before he
pants were ripped from her body. Sam saw the white skinned beauty
naked now. His inflamed primative brain went to his huge black
cock. He shoved it in her and listned as the pain brought her to
renewed consciousness. She screamed loudly. It sounded like some
wounded animal right then. The sound only inflamed the ignorant
negro man more and he began to saw in and out of her tourtured
and torn flesh, mindless of the blood that ran from the rips and
tears.

 The obscenity of the act made him spew his vile sperm in the
helpless wife. He began to slap her back and forth across the
face because she had cheated him. Gilly pulled him off and
slammed his own dirty penis inside the sobbing woman. Her face
was wrenched to the side and Lester grimes tried to force his own
smelly dick in the young woman's mouth. He managed to get three
or four inches in before Alita bit down hard. Alita had small
sharp teeth and her rage was so great that she severed the member
just under the head. Blood spurted across Alitas face. Lester
fell to the floor clutching the bleeding flacid thing. Trying to
staunch the blood with his inept hands.

 Alita felt a little victory at what she had managed to do, but
it was short lived. Ron Copeland, a fat blubbery black man
roughly pulled Gilly from Alita's ravaged body. "Let a real man
fuck this slut where she needs it." He flipped the semi conscious
woman over and placed his misshappen dick against her anus. His
penis was as black as coal but was uncut. The foreskin was so
tight that it squeezed the head into like a wasp's body. He gave
a mighty shove and penetrated the woman. She felt the pain but
was too sensless to scream. Some fool had taken one of her hands
and wrapped her fingers around his prick. She felt the man start
to jack him self off with her hand. The next instant he was 
screaming from the bleeding gashes her sharp finger nails had made 
along the shaft. He tried to hit her but Ron was in the way.

 The men were afraid to try and put their cocks in either her
mouth or her hands. When Ron spewed in her anus another man was
there  to fill her again. Someone got the idea to double fuck
Alita and she was pressed in between two men and her anus and
vagina were both filled with scumy male meat. The men were either
too busy with the sounds of their lust to hear the squeel of
brakes as Dave arrived. In a fog Alita  found the weight on top
of her being pulled away.

 Dave started to kill as soon as he entered the room. He was like
a whirling enraged screaming machine of death. Sam was the first
to die. Sam was one of those that had a real prominate adams
apple. Dave drove his finger's into it. He felt the satisfying
crunch of the bones of the larynx. Sam suddenly found it hard to
breethe. The widnpipe was cut off by the busted bones. He gasped 
and tore at his throat trying to get life giving air. What they 
were doing seemed to make no sense now in view of the simple fact 
that he was dying. He staggered around the room and outside to the 
drive way. His fat wife Bertha Atkinson saw her husband and waddled her 
gross body to him. For a black man he sure was turning white as he 
gasped out the last of his breath.

 Dave had wasted only two seconds to dispatch Sam. He grabbed his
wife's body around her waist and wrested her free of the man
underneath her. That man was Ron Copeland. Dave hit him in the
solar plexus with a short hard jab. Ron knew something was wrong
as soon as Dave hit him. He felt a dullness began to grow in his
gut. It seemed to spread out in the most intense pain that he had
ever imagined. Then his heart started to contract. His chest felt
like bands of steel were gripping him. His breathing also became
short and his lungs hurt. If Ron had any real sense he would know
that Dave had killed him for what the man had done to his family.

 Dave took a second to acess the situation. He was back in combat
now and every move he made was dedicated to death. He saw one man
down with blood spurting from his crotch. Ignore this one for
now. The two remaining black men tried to take advantage of the 
momentary lapse in killing and run out the door. The only thought 
in Dave's mind was that they must be killed in the house. He caught 
the two trying to exit the doorway together. They tripped each other 
up. Dave gaught then by their napes and pulled them back in the 
house. He heard them scream as he did. Adrenlin is a powerful harmone. 
The body produces it when there is a threat. Dave had not been so
filled since the desert.

 It had sufficed him there and it did here. It gave him the
strenght to slam the men's heads together. They died immediately.
The next man he went after was Gilley. He had blood all over his
crotch but it was not spurting. Dave picked him up off the floor
like the sack of garbage he was. He lifted the man over his head
and slammed him against a wall. The wall was a brick one. The
force was strong enough to displace the bricks where the man had
hit. Gilly's limp body had bounced back to the middle of the room
where he lay gasping and moaning. The man felt as if every bone
in his body was broken. The coroner would later confirm that over
a hundred bones had been broken. The man was litterally a prime
example of a rag doll.

 He looked around and was unable to see his wife. He searched
frantically with his eyes for her. Then he saw her come from the
kitchen with Travis in her arms. He was clutching her around her
neck so Dave knew that he was ok. "He's in there...he was trying
to use Travis to get away." A moan from the other boy caused the
mother to run to him. As she cuddled her two boys, Dave went into
the kitchen and saw Lester Grimes sitting at the kitchen table. A
cleaver was cut half way through his neck. There wasn't much
bleeding. Dave had seen a lot of strange wounds in war and this
fell in that category.

 Grimes was alive. His eyes grew wide as he looked up to see
Dave. " We didn't mean any harm...we wuz just funning her cause
she wouldn't fuck with us."

 "So you think that you had a right to try and kill my wife and
children. Where do creatures like you come from...it has to be
hell so I guess I'll send you back there." Grimes looked scared
then but at that time there were the sounds of sirenes right
outside. He grinned at Dave. "Guess I get to live."

"Wrong for the last time in your life." Dave took the cleaver by
the handle and pulled it hard. It came loose from Lester's neck.
A lot of spurting blood came also. "Help me...." Grimes croaked
one time and died. Dave went into the room where Alita was with
the two boys. He held them all in his bloody arms. A policeman ,
with a drawn pistol rushed in. He took a look around the killing
fields and went pale. He rushed back outside. Dave heard him
heave. For some reason Travis thought it was funny and he started
to laugh. His laughter caused the rest of his family to break out
with laughter. It was mixed with crying but it was still
laughter.

 The paramedics had come in to tend to the children and Alita.
They were hustled out the door to a waiting Ambulance. When the
paramedics found time to turn to the other men. One had been
laying limp on the floor. He had some bruising but nothing that
looked fatal. He died anyway and the Medic thought that the
coroner would have to discover what killed him. The last man seem
to have bleed out from having his cock cut in two peices.

 Two months later Dave and Alita watched as a jury sentenced Old
man Grimes to life in prison. Dave got word to him that The older
dave Wilson was going to make sure he would serve the rest of his
life with all the perverts in the Texas prison system. His
scrawny old ass hole would be large enough to drive a truck
through. When Welch got through suing the company there wasn't
enough left to pay for Grime's defense lawyers. I hop was a large
congolmerate and were able to pay off the ten milliopn in damages
to the family. They were going to protest the award but the judge
in the case told them that it would be a waste of time.

 The next people to pay were the estates of all of the men
involved. It made all the wives declare bankrupcy. Alita persued
these law suits. She said that she owed it to the wives. Sam's
faty wife had driven the men to the house in a van. She was
sentenced to twenty to life for taking part in a crime, rape, in
which deaths occured, Theirs. Dave and Alita moved back to their
little town and left the children with their grand parents. They
came back for the trial. At first Dave was villified in the press
for being a trained killer, but few people bought that story.
Welch filed law suits against the news papers and Television
stations.

 Welch was happy. That day at IHOP he had been ready to retire
and these law suits would keep him busy for years. He used the
law suits as a means to bring the media to heel for being such
liars. Dave told him to have a ball. With all the money he got
from IHOP and Grimes Company he and Alita would be able to bring
the town back from economic disaster. Already some of their 
friends were returning to fuel the economy there. It was like a 
dream come true. The only shame was that there had to be a 
nightmare first.









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