Ted and Jo in the middle of having an hour languid sex, first making each other climax by way of oral sex and slowly building up again for the real thing. Ted teased her C cup tits with their small areoles that he loved, making her nipples hard. He sucked on them as she pulled him to her chest. She stretched her arms over her head.
“I love your tits,” Ted mumbled. He reached for her hairless crotch, teasing her by dragging his fingertips down her belly and around her swollen vulva. Jo had short brown hair, and at 5’6” she passed herself off as a boy while on the road.
She urged him on top of her. “And I love your ass.” She spanked him playfully.
Ted went up on his elbows. “And my cock?”
“Eh,” she teased.
“I know, I know, I’m average in every way, length and girth,” he said dejectedly.
She laughed. “Well, it’s not the size, it’s what you can do with it. And you can last longer than I can fucking. But I like your slim waste and broad shoulders. Your hair is still too long and shaggy.”
He entered her and left himself buried in her vagina. She moaned happily. They heard a car pull up on the gravel drive.
Jo pushed him off her and jumped out of bed in a panic, her heart beating a drum of dread into her belly. No one ever visits. It was the year 2211; Ted and Jo were ex-cons, forced to live a shunned life in every way. Once out of prison, those that hadn’t ended their lives in prison did so shortly after release. Ted was an exception. For a shower and a meal, he prostituted himself in small town rowdy dive bars. For seven years now after a two year prison term – he was 25 – he’d drifted from town to town.
There were many others doing the same. Three months ago, he’d met Joanne at a bar a few miles from her home in rural Colorado. She was an ex-con also. The chips in their arms told the world who they were, what they had done, and that they were ex-cons. Their odd introduction to each other happened in the bar showers facing each other naked, each scrubbing off the filth of the day in preparation for their role as sex slaves. (For more detail, see “The Street People” and part 2, “On the Road.”)
Jo’s mother was filthy rich, and had supported Jo after her prison term was up, buying her this cozy, remote home and sent her more money than she could spend every month. The charges against Jo stemmed from punching her date, the son of a local politician, in the nose. He deserved it. She deserved one year from the corrupt judge, forcing her even to letting his son fuck her in the ass, which he insisted was part of her punishment. Such was that fate of beautiful people caught up on trivial charges. Once out of prison, she felt so guilty about the treatment of ex-cons while she lived comfortably, though lonely, that she prostituted herself regularly in those same bars.
Ted was charged with a host of items, lewd conduct, public nudity, lascivious behavior, subverting a minor, etc. He was tricked into performing solo acts of lewdness in front of Sandi, whom he thought was his girlfriend. They were both 16. She made video tapes of him. Her dad discovered them, or more likely, she showed her dad, who was friends with the local judge. The sentence landed him in prison for two years.
No self respecting female bar patron would bid on Ted – or any other male prostitute – to have sex, his naked pictures on the bar TV screens. But a surprisingly large number of women egged their boyfriends on to have gay sex with him. He usually got four to six guys in an evening, and most times two at once. Women, like Jo, got three men at a time usually and some lesbian sex, again, their partners egging them on. To watch and make a video, you had to pay also. All received the “TP,” or The Pill, which prevented every single STD out there and prevented pregnancy. No protection was ever worn.
On the road after their night of prostituting themselves, Jo and Ted started having strong feelings for each other. She led him back to her home, where this next chapter picks up.
“It’s a sheriff’s patrol car!” exclaimed Jo, panicked. They both dressed quickly to the pounding on the front door. Ted opened the door to reveal two deputies leveling their pistols at his gut.
“What’s this about?” Ted started to say.
“Shut up, filth. You’re under arrest.” One deputy cuffed him.
“What am I charged with?” Ted asked confused and panicked.
“Come with us peacefully if you want to live beyond the next few moments.”
Ted clamped his mouth shut, and as he glanced sadly back at Jo, he was pushed violently out the door. He fell in the gravel and the deputy holding the gun kicked him hard in the gut, knocking the breath out of him.
“Noooo,” Jo wailed, falling to her knees in the door way.
They hustled Ted into the
back of the cruiser and with the slamming of doors, they drove away. Ted was in agony as they drove fast to town, swerving the car back and forth, Ted sliding back and forth on the wooden bench. In the sheriff’s office, he was thrown in a cell. He crawled to the cot and lay down, stifling his moans the best he could.
No food or medical treatment was offered throughout the long night. Early in the morning, federal marshals arrived to drive him back to Ohio. They told him he was being charged with rape. Ted figured it had to be Sandi’s doing, as he hadn’t stepped foot in Ohio, his home state, in nine years. He kept his mouth shut. No one listened to ex-cons anyway, especially law enforcement.
A long two day drive later, he was back in his home town, hustled into another jail cell. An hour later, he had two visitors: Judge Walters, who had sentenced him back when he was 16, and none other than Sandi, his ex-girlfriend, if she had ever really been that,
“Ted Broman, you are being charged with the rape of this fine woman, Sandi Lundquist. There will be an arraignment in a few days. I highly recommend you plead guilty and throw yourself on the mercy of the court.” Ted remained mute.
Sandi said in a nasty tone, “Nice to see you again, you stupid fucker.”
The judge grinned, “To celebrate your capture, we’re holding a little party at the local watering hole, a place you know intimately. And you’ll be the main attraction.” The judge winked at him knowingly. Ted kept eye contact with the disgusting man until he looked away. Upon release from prison, Ted was forced to prostitute himself for the first time at this very same bar, under fear of more trumped up charges and a return to prison. As Sandi and her new boyfriend watched and giggled, he’d stripped naked, got on all fours and sucked the judges cock until he came in his mouth while being butt fucked by some dude while Sandi and her new boyfriend watched. It was the lowest point in his life, to date. It promised to get worse tonight. “I’ll let Sandi get in the last word to you in private.” He left the jail cell area. Private my ass, Ted thought. There was no doubt he was being videotaped and recorded.
“So,” Sandi began, a satisfied smirk on her face, “did you enjoy your creature comforts these last few months with that slut, what’s her name, oh yeah, Jo? Hmmm? Well, those days are over, asshole.”
Ted finally spoke up. “Why are you doing this to me? Persecuting me?” He said it in a curious manner, honestly wanting to know her motivation. “We never even had sex.”
“You really don’t know?” Sandi answered, puzzled. “Why, it’s obvious, isn’t it? I enjoy my domination over men. You’re not the only man I’ve ruined.”
“But why do you enjoy it so much, this power you exert over men? To get them to do demeaning sexual things, then turn them over to the law?”
“Come closer, and I’ll tell you,” Sandi said mischievously. Ted stepped to the bars. Sandi grabbed his crotch and squeezed his balls hard. Ted grunted in pain but made no move to free himself from her grasp. “I own your balls. I can make you do anything I want, and tonight, I will. You see, I get off watching you and other men suffer the indignity of sexual punishment. After watching you suck the judge off and watching his semen pour into your mouth, I went home and had the best five orgasms of my life, coming so hard the whole house seemed to shake. I plan on repeating that after tonight’s escapades.”
“So, what is it between you and the judge, anyway?”
Sandi considered the wisdom of answering his question but couldn’t resist. She released her grip on his manhood. “Oh what the hell. You’re going to the gas chamber for raping me, so what harm is there in lording it over you. You see, the judge is good friends with my dad, going back as long as I can remember, but you already know that. Growing up, I caught the looks he threw my way. He would always touch me when we hugged in greeting, pat my butt, kiss my cheek. Once he pinched my budding tits.
“While I got to making you masturbate naked outside in broad daylight, I seduced the judge one day, when he came to visit my dad who was late returning from a business trip. I taped us having oral sex and him fucking me. He liked
it rough, wanted me to resist, so it actually looks like he raped me. Now I have the judge’s balls in my lockbox, next to yours. I don’t have to remind you I was 16 at the time.”
“So let me guess. The judge gave you the app to track prisoner’s GPS in the chip in our arms. That’s how you found me after 7 years.”
“Correct-a-mungo,” Sandi sneered.
“But the GPS in my arm will reveal I never stepped foot in Ohio in all those years.”
Sandi snorted. “It’s a simple matter to hack the system and enter false travel history. As a matter of fact, I’m fucking a computer geek to get him to do just that. So you see, quite simply, you are what I say you are.”
Ted sighed resignedly. “I guess you win. At least I got a taste of true love and freedom before I’m to be put to death.”
“Those words just made my pussy tingle. I can’t wait for tonight.”
“But what evidence do you have that I raped you?”
“Oh, I have a vial of your semen, from back then. You must remember the day I stuck a short straw up your hard dick in time for you to spurt. Into the test tube? Remember?” Ted nodded lamely. “It was a simple matter to thaw and shove your cum into my pussy and go the hospital for a rape kit to be done. So, it’s goodbye for now, my sweet love.” Sandi laughed heartily on the way out of the jail cell area.
Ted lay back down on the cot. His thoughts ranged from Jo somehow coming to his rescue and tonight’s planned sexual escapades. Jo had a lot of money and could get a lot more from her loving and very rich mother. Maybe get him a good lawyer. As for tonight, he couldn’t imagine what else could be done to embarrass, demean, degrade, or humiliate him further than he’d already been. But he had no doubt Sandi would try her hardest. He prayed it had nothing to do with farm animals. No way was he doing that.
He’d learned to take it up the ass and deliver good blow jobs in prison. Toward the end of the prison term, he learned to enjoy the gay sex, and liked pleasing his bully partners. Men need to drain their cocks occasionally, a fact of life. Prostituting himself to men in these dive bars was no biggie for him. Sometimes their girlfriends watched, the gay sex a turn on for them as they videotaped their men engaged in gay sex. In his mind’s eye, he saw them having sex afterwards, the video of him up on a big screen TV, the man pounding his organ deep into her vagina as she watched her man getting sucked off – or driving his cock into Ted’s butt. On occasion, Ted got to pound their ass – and ultimately achieving an orgasm or two of his own.
Once in a while, he got to deflower lonely and desperate women who couldn’t find a man to have sex with. Sometimes it was sex with a much older woman, some in their seventies. It mattered not to him. Only that he please them, so in the future, he’d be allowed to keep coming back to that bar and entertain the highest bidders. A couple of times he got to have sex with beautiful women, but their sole purpose for allowing it was to experiment on him what their husbands or lovers wouldn’t allow done to them. He took one woman’s fist all the way up his ass. She shouted in victory as her man watched, disgusted. Some of these same women pissed in his open mouth as he swallowed it, or defecated on his chest, as again their men watched, revolted.
The trick was to be mentally ready for the evening’s “fun.” He readily submitted to these strange and sometimes outlandish demands. Nothing much surprised him. Jo had asked him once if he truly liked being demeaned. He didn’t know how to reply to that question. He enjoyed being dominated by Sandi back when he was 16, but didn’t really like it in the bars. ‘If not’ Jo asked, honestly curious, ‘how do you get a hard-on?’ He’d replied that he thought of happier times. Oddly, the happier times he was speaking of was the early days he’d spent with Sandi, the very woman trying to destroy him. She got him to do things he didn’t think he was capable of, like jacking off naked in the sun, feet from the main road in front of the whole world and in front of her parent’s farm house. The thrill of doing it and maybe being caught got him hard in an instant. These thoughts had carried him through 7 years of disgusting performances. He figured tonight would be the ultimate challenge.
But this was his last performance and he wasn’t a prostitute tonight. Why agree to go through with it? he asked himself. Well, he figured Sandi would videotape everything, and maybe Jo could somehow use these tapes against the judge and Sandi. For that reason, he would have to do everything they demanded of him. His life was at stake.
At ten that evening, they came for him. He’d been served a light supper of peanut butter sandwich and a well bruised apple with a cup of old coffee which he ate and drank with relish. The sheriff opened
the cell door and Sandi walked in with her camera. “Strip naked,” she demanded lustily.
Ted did so without hesitation. It was standard practice to take pics of his front and backside to show the bar patrons so a bidding war could commence. He suspected the judge would win one of the bids. Sandi snapped some pics of his naked body and a close up of his butt and genitals.
“Make yourself erect,” she demanded. So in front of the sheriff and Sandi, he rubbed his cock head, thinking of the 16 year old Sandi naked and making him expose himself to the world. Soon he had a raging hard-on. Sandi took several pics from the side and front. Done with the camera, she stepped up to him and fondled his cock until he moaned involuntarily. “Feel good?” she asked, in a sickening sweet tone. When he didn’t answer, she viciously swatted his cock several times. “Get dressed. The show is about to begin.”
He was led to the back door of the bar and Tonya, the witch in black with green eyes and green eye shadow let them in. The four of them, the sheriff deputy, the judge, Tonya, and Sandi watched him strip and shower. “Clean your cock and bum hole good,” Sandi demanded. He did so and brushed his teeth and swished mouthwash. Drying off, he was led naked to another room. The scantily clad heavy-set woman of about 50 who Ted figured was the bar owner, walked slowly around him inspecting his naked body.
“I remember you.” She lay down on the bed. “Eat me.” She spread her legs wide.
Ted approached her and removed her thong. He buried his face in her crotch and licked her pussy and clit. Sandi filmed everything. After fifteen minutes, he had her humping his face and moaning, her thick legs sawing his ears. “I’m coming,” she moaned happily. “Ahhhhhaaaaaaaiiiiiii,” she screamed in her orgasm. Good thing, Ted said to himself, his tongue was tired. She pushed him away after a few more moments. Ted stood back up.
“The bidding progress has been only lukewarm,” complained Tonya to the woman he’d just eaten.
“But it’s a Thursday night, and we’re about at 75% capacity,” complained the bar owner. “Try harder.”
Sandi spoke up, “I have an idea.” She grabbed Ted’s arm and everyone but the judge marched him as a group out onto the band stage for everyone to get a good look at him first hand. This wasn’t unusual, and Ted had suffered this indignity many times. He was made to turn around as Tonya whipped up the crowd, getting them to applause and whistle.
Sandi fixed a dog collar and leash around Ted’s neck. She led him off stage and marched him naked around the tables. The ladies patted his ass and flicked his cock, all giggling, laughing, clapping, whistling, catcalling, and whispering to each other. Back on stage, he stood facing the crowd with his arms at his side.
“This man,” Sandi said, addressing the crowd, “raped me. He’s to stand trial for that crime against my body and mind, and, I hope and pray, if he is found guilty, he will get the death penalty, being an ex-con as he is already.” Boos and cheers erupted at appropriate points along this short speech. “Now, who wants to give him a taste of his own medicine? I’ll be watching and filming, as I’m the aggrieved party here.” Sandi yanked on the leach. “Turn around.” Ted obeyed. Sandi produced a flogger whip, a many stranded leather whip. She lightly whipped Ted’s ass to cheers and clapping and calls for her to really lay in on his bum. “Now, now, I don’t want to ruin the fun for the multiple winners of tonight’s bidding.” She turned the bidding process over to Tonya, who whipped the crowd up to a frenzy. Sandi led Ted off the stage and to the back room where the fun would begin shortly.
Ted noticed a newly placed railway tie and exercise mat on the floor with two eye screws and ropes attached. Sandi whipped him hard once. Ted jerked. “On all fours, rapist.” Ted did as he was told. Sandi fastened his wrists with the ropes, rendering him helpless. More ropes were fastened to his ankles and tied off in such a manner as his legs and knees were spread but in a relatively comfortable manner. The judge placed an IV stand next to his hips. Ted didn’t notice, just kept his eyes closed and thinking of happier times with Jo.
Sandi left and returned with a douche bag filled with soapy water. To the judge she said,
“Spread his butt cheeks.” Sandi inserted the thin wand deep into his anus and turned the knob to release the water. Ted felt the flow of water fill his bowels. She withdrew the device and patted his pink bottom. “Got to have you nice and clean for the paying customers. They want to fuck your ass, not your shit. Let’s see how long you can hold the water.” At that moment, Tonya entered the back room and said all was ready. “Good, a few more minutes and rape boy will be ready. Watch this,” Sandi giggled, placing a bucket between Ted’s spread legs.
Ted felt the first cramp in his intestines. He thought of the time he and Jo had done this to each other. Happier times, most probably never to be done again with each other. He let his sphincter relax. The water whooshed out. The four witnesses laughed heartily at Ted’s utter subjugation. Sandi wiped his butt of dampness and took a moment to roughly massage his balls as she said, “How’s it feel, Ted? If you beg me, really hard and good, I might end your humiliation right now and let you go back to your cell.”
Ted shook his head. No way was Sandi going to end her magnificent domination over him.
“Have it your way, rapist.” She squeezed his balls hard. Ted groaned in agony. She let go, patting the boys. “Okay, lead the men in, one or two at a time, and their girlfriends, depending on their wishes.” Tonya led two men in and two of their girlfriends, the latter giggling as they saw the way Ted was spread naked and rendered helpless.
Tonya, the judge, the bar owner and Sandi receded into the background, Sandi with her two fixed cameras recording everything.
In a van in the parking lot of a dry cleaners next door to the bar, four FBI agents and Joanne, Ted’s live-in lover, were arrayed around 6 monitors showing and recording most everything going on in the bar. The jail cells were monitored also. They were watching 3 monitors showing Ted being paraded around the bar naked. One monitor showed the shower room, and two others the room used for the sexual degradation.
Jo seethed with impatience and anger, imploring the agents to put an end to this disgusting humiliation. Her hatred for this animal that went by the name of Sandi knew no bounds. She wanted desperately to get her hands wrapped around that woman’s neck and strangle her to death. But the agents wanted to build the case for important legislation regarding society’s overall treatment of ex-cons the President of the United States wanted to enact. Even as they watched, so did the president and key members of the Senate and House of both political parties, consisting of six men and seven women. The video was streaming to them live at the White House. The FBI was in constant contact with the president.
They had enough evidence to arrest the judge and Sandi, and to make an example to the other bar owners around the country that must number in the thousands, they wanted the owner of this bar behind bars, pardon the pun, as well. And of course to free Ted of the threat of prosecution.
“How long are you going to let this go on?” demanded Sandi of the agents and the president and his guests.
The lead agent, Jim Williams, told her, “Ted is in no iminate danger. We’ll know the time to end this. Trust me.”
Tonya led the first man over to Ted. He turned and regarded his girlfriend and his friend’s wife. “You sure about this?” Even as he said it, he was getting hard, knowing his girlfriend’s fantasy of watching him in some gay action was about to come true. She nodded with a glazed look not entirely the fault of the beers she’d drunk. He dropped his pants and removed his shirt. He motioned for his friend over in front of Ted. He did the same.
The first man knelt and spread some love juice from the bottle by Ted’s knees. He jacked himself hard and poked his cock into Ted’s anus. The other man lightly slapped Ted’s cheeks. “Open wide, fucker.” Ted did so and took his limp dick in his mouth. He sucked expertly to get him hard. He knew how to make them come quickly. Ted felt his rear passage being invaded by the man’s hard cock. He relaxed his sphincter as if on command. The women came closer to watch the gay action.
“How’s that feel?” one woman asked, watching her man’s cock invade Ted’s ass.
“He’s tight. Feels so good.” He jack hammered Ted’s ass. His woman giggled and said, “That’s fucking hot, baby,” recording the action with her phone.
Five minutes or so later, the man with his dick in Ted’s mouth crowed, “I’m coming.”
“Withdraw. Let me see your cum shoot into his mouth,” his wife demanded. He did so. Pumps of semen shot into Ted’s mouth. He took it all, swallowed, and sucked the man’s cock clean. He quickly dressed as his friend was about to spurt.
Tonya said, “Withdraw and shoot on his ass. I’ve got other’s waiting to fuck
him.” The man did so, jacking it several times and achieved his orgasm. Watery semen splattered onto Ted’s butt and flanks. They quickly left the room. Sandi wiped the cum off his butt with a facial tissue and shoved it in Ted’s face, smearing it around.
The next four couples did much the same, the last one smacking his ass hard, calling him a loser rapist, and squirting his cum deep in his bowels. As the room emptied of the winning bidders, Sandi hefted her whip again. “Okay, Ted, now for my revenge on you for raping me.” She began laying it on his ass. Ted yelped in real pain. Fifteen whips later, the judge tried to restrain Sandi. She angrily yanked her elbow free and kept on whipping. At twenty, blood was seeping from open wounds on Ted’s butt cheeks. Tired and sweating from her exertions, she inserted the handle into his anus, hard and deep. She fucked him with it for long minutes, shoving it in as deep as she could. The last man’s semen was forced out from around the whip handle. She stopped, leaving it buried in his ass. Sandi stepped back. “It looks like a horse’s tail.” They all laughed. “He looks like a jack ass.” More laughter.
Sandi dug in her bag of tricks and fished for the extra large butt plug. Removing the whip handle, she inspected his enlarged anus. She spit into his ass hole several times. His ass well lubricated with semen and spit, she placed the wide butt plug to his anus and worked it in as Ted gasped in pain. She had to work at it as it was so large. Ted groaned. Once secured with a turn of the knob on the end expanding the head of it, she stood back looking at her absolute triumph over this helpless male. Her pussy was soaked with her sexual excitement at debasing Ted. She wanted to get home and masturbate. She debated if she wanted Ted to eat her pussy, but decided against it. She wasn’t going to demean herself by having Ted make her have an orgasm.
She regarded his sagging balls and limp dick, his legs spread, helpless to defend himself. She got an idea. Smiling wickedly, she knelt behind him. She rubbed his balls and cock. She knew men couldn’t help but get erect. Even if they tried, their dicks couldn’t resist the friction and would get hard. Ted was no exception. Sandi massaged his cock until it was fully erect.
“Feel good?” Sandi asked sweetly. She was rewarded by a gasp from Ted. She had his cock pointed at the floor, stroking and milking him like she would a cow’s udder. After a few minutes of her expert administrations, she stopped but held onto his cock. She squeezed a few sticky drops of pre-cum out. They dripped in a long strand to the exercise mat. She stroked him some more. He began involuntarily humping her hand. He moaned. She stopped again, and squeezed the length of his cock. More pre-cum dripped to the mat in a long strand.
“It’s so easy to humiliate him,” Sandi giggled. “Too easy. Do you want to cum, Ted? Hmmm?”
Ted refused to answer, but the reality was, he really did.
After about two minutes, his cock began to shrink. Sandi stroked him, making him hard again. Again, Ted humped his butt, willing his cock to cum. And again, Sandi stopped, squeezing and watching more of his pre-cum ooze out. She rested. “Tell me you want to cum.” Ted shook his head. Sandy repeated this four more times, torturing him. “Tell me you want to cum,” Sandi whispered softly after each pause.
On the next pause, Ted relented. “I want to cum,” he muttered.
“What was that?” Sandi asked, delighted in her victory.
“Make me cum,” he whispered.
“Beg me, louder,” Sandi demanded.
Ted gave up. Sandi had beaten him. “Please, I’m begging you, make me cum.”
Sandi smirked at this weak male. “You want the four of us to watch your spurt your cum? And be recorded by all these cameras?”
“Yes, anything, please, just do it.”
“Okay, slut boy.” Sandi began stroking his cock again. Pre-cum was flowing out constantly now, a steady stream down to the mat. Ted humped hard. Sandi laughed at his male urges. Ted didn’t care. He was lost in the pleasure of his pending orgasm. “Tell me when, slut boy.”
“Ohh,” Ted moaned. “I feel it rising.” The four of them watched him spurt. With the butt plug, he couldn’t pump very well, so the semen just poured out with each pulse in a heavy stream right into
Sandi’s palm.
When he was finished with his male deed, she made him eat his cum. “Swallow it, you slut whore.” Ted did, ashamed of his male deed at such a time like this.
Sandi went to stand behind Ted. She regarded his still hard but spent cock and balls. She took three fast steps and delivered a swift, hard kick to his balls and cock. Ted’s breath exploded in a scream of agony. He wailed and scrunched up best he could, leaning heavily to his side but still very vulnerable. He threw up. Sandi laughed heartily until tears streamed down her face. Tonya and the judge exchanged worried glances.
“Sandi,” the judge started to say.
“Shut the fuck up!” screamed Sandi. She kicked Ted viciously again in the balls. Ted’s world collapsed to a single, intense agony. There was no thought of revenge or justice. No thoughts of Jo. Nothing. He couldn’t catch his breath and passed out from the excruciating pain.
Sandi’s first kick to the balls that would rival a football kicker’s 50 yard field goal attempt sent the president over the edge. “Stop this now!” he bellowed. The FBI agents were already pouring out of the van and sprinted all out to the bar and were immediately followed by six state troopers from three other patrol cars parked further away and hidden from view. The rest, as they say, was history.
An hour later, Ted lay on his side in the emergency room, an ice pack on his swollen privates, his penis and balls severely bruised black and blue, nodding off with the pain killers he’d been administered but jerking awake if he shifted his legs causing a dulled shooting pain to erupt in his groin. A female nurse attending to his abused posterior, first washing, then applying antiseptic, and finally spraying a bandage on his butt cheeks. Jo was right by his side and pulled the sheet up to cover his nudity when the nurse was finished.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jo asked, very concerned to the point of tears.
The nurse came to give her a hug. “We’ll keep him for the night, for observation, but as you can imagine, he’s in a great deal of pain. You and I can’t begin to imagine the pain he’s feeling, or so I’ve been told by numerous men I’ve treated in his position. The swelling should come down in a few days but he’s not going to feel like having sex for a while.”
“How long, do you think? I mean, he’ll still function normally, won’t he?”
The nurse smiled. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I think he’ll be in good hands.” The nurse winked and Jo actually smiled.
At that moment, the lead FBI agent entered the curtained off ER bed. “Thought you’d like to be brought up to date.”
“I appreciate it, Agent Williams.”
“Call me Jim, please. Well, in a nutshell, you and your mother convincing our agency to investigate this group here has opened up a shit storm, pardon my French. The president and the nine members of congress watching Ted’s torture a few hours ago were so thoroughly disgusted – two actually threw up – that they’re working through the night to enact much needed reforms and judicial review processes as to how ex-cons are treated. Every single prisoner’s case will be investigated to determine how many others like you and Ted there are out there. All of their convictions will be overturned and expunged, and any in prison will be immediately released. The chips in your arms will be removed, in fact, I’ve ordered it done today with both of you.
“You can do that?” Jo asked, dizzy with elation and relief.
“Absolutely, and watch what happens if anyone challenges my decisions. Again, you have no idea the shit storm raging in DC at this very hour. This judge will never see daylight again. Now, about Sandi. We got her obviously on assault to do great bodily harm, and any male on this planet watching that video would readily agree. Also, filing numerous false police reports. But, do you think Ted would be willing to testify against her?”
“No.” Ted rolled over, groaning.
“What?!” Jo nearly yelled at him. “After what that bitch did to you tonight? Humiliating you, assaulting you, whipping you, kicking your nuts into the next county? Are you insane?”
The agent said, “There’s no need to fear any reprisals from her.”
Ted rolled his head in the negative. “She’s dug her own grave. It’s a shame, really. She’s sick, and needs professional help. I’d even pay for it, but it’s on her dad to see to that.”
Jo gaped at him, feeling hurt. “After all this, you still care for her? I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
Ted reached for Jo’s hand. She reluctantly took it. He squeezed, hard. “Jo, she’s sick. And what if I do have some compassion for her? Now, imagine how much more, infinitely more, feelings I have for the woman I really love?” Ted kissed her hand reverently. “And thanks for saving
my ass. I owe you my life.”
“Well, we’ll talk more later on,” Jim said, taking his leave. “There will be congressional hearings. Maybe you’ll be up for a little testimony on Capitol Hill?” He took Jo’s hand and pulled her aside. “Look, Jo, as things go in Washington, tonight’s videos will find their way to the press. The president wants every citizen to feel his outrage. Just a heads up.” He shook both their hands and left.
Jo regarded Ted. “My God, the whole country will see what I saw tonight? How awful.”
Ted said, “Jo, it doesn’t matter. We’re turning the whole country on its collective ear. The most important thing is this: I love you, Jo.”
Jo hugged him as best she could, him lying on his side. “I love you, too. And I could fuck you good right now, but nooooo, miss insane-o robbed me of that pleasure.” She smiled.
Ted laughed and then moaned. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you. In about a year.” He moaned and she laughed.