Message-ID: <26490asstr$969819006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Prison Sex Murder: Billy's Heroes Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 14:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction http://www.txm6.com (updated 9/16/00) http://www.txm6.com/enfer (updated 9/17/00) http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon http://www.farragher.com (Poetry updated 9/20/00) TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only. Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher. TxM6 Hyperfiction Novel 0888X News Report Billy Reese and Friends Chapter XXX News Report: June 17, 1980 WHYN News (Austin,Texas) reports today in an exclusive CNCN news report, that a prison guard had gone berserk murdering the Academy Award winning actor, Donald Hall. Shot three times in the heart and head by Texas State Marshall Joseph Hedron. In the prison riot, no guards suffered injury. Two inmates suffered minor wounds and were treated at the prison hospital. Today, State Prison officials and Warden William T. Stallings, 53, at a Press Conference at the prison, took serious exception organizing the activity at the prison as a police riot." The Warden said continuing, "this irresponsible charge undermines the reputation of all Corrections Officers, and he demanded an immediate retraction and apology. At no time, had any prison guard 'gone berserk,'" Stallings claimed... "and the report by WHYN is grossly inaccurate. Donald Hall was not murdered during a police riot. The inmate died of gun shot wounds inflicted by a police sharp shooter after the inmate had seriously attacked two prison guard with an exacta knife seriously cutting them." New Texas Governor, Joseph A. Allen, sworn in just last week, also attended the News Conference. The Governor in a two sentence press release stated this morning: "I am here in support of Warden Stallings and all law abiding State Correction Officers. They serve the people of Texas protecting us from violence, crime and corruption." TV news anchor, Cynthia Rawlings, in an exclusive new report from the Texas State Prison refuted the earlier WHYN news report as inaccurate and misinformed citing what appear to be serious errors made by the newly hired radio station news manager, Fred W. Whissant, 29, who apparently had mistakenly broadcast that a police riot had caused the death of an inmate at the State Prison. The station manger, Cynthia Rawlings claimed, refused to reveal his primary sources at the State Prison. He claimed he had corroborated the riot report and murder of Donald Hall using radio frequency traffic picked up from the State Police and the Prison Radio Stations operated by the inmates but under prison supervision. Three independent and reliable sources corroborated our story, the Station manager claimed. "We often employ prison employees and inmates as stringers," Fred Whissant concluded. "The State prison System is an integral part of our local broadcast Community. Out of fairness, the names of the stringers will not be released at this time." Reporting for rival WXST TV Austin, Ms. Rawlings reported that "Lieutenant Davis Joseph Hedron, 47, a supervising Correction officer at Texas State Prison, for the past fifteen years here, and a former Staff Sgt in the Marines Corps and a much decorated Vietnam Vet had shot and killed the actor in a brief fire fight during a prison escape and lock down. The thirty three year old actor had reportedly wielding a make shift knife and had without provocation attacked two prison guards, Correction Officers John A. Mohr Jr., 28, and Mary W. Rawlings, 25. Sources at the Maximum Security State prison indicated that the actor had refused to be stripped searched (after an earlier apparently unrelated prison escape attempt), and during the struggle with the guards, Prison officials alleged that the inmate Donald Hall had pulled a makeshift knife from off his person, and then after seriously wounding John A. Mohr had taken Officer Rawlings captive, apparently planning to use her as a hostage and bargain for release. Lieut. Hedron, after repeatedly warning the inmate to release Officer Rawlings and throw down his weapon, fired three rounds using a laser sighted automatic weapon instantly killing the inmate, Donald Hall. The two prison guards, injured during the incidents, were treated for cuts and released from the County Hospital this morning. Doctors at the County Hospital in Austin, after being repeated questions by reporters, released the following statement today, "...Prison guards treated at the hospital after the prison escape and riot, yesterday, are being released after medical treatment for 'anxiety associated with work related stress.' We did not treat the Correction Officers for any physical traumas as previously reported. We regret the error their medical treatment at the hospital Emergency Room was routine and entirely precautionary." An unnamed news source also reported that the Corrections Officers would not be taken off the duty roster, and would report tomorrow for their scheduled shift had been sentenced two years ago to ten years to life in state prison for statutory rape and criminal incest. Prison inquest held this morning. Donald Hall pronounced dead at 4:12 AM today did not know how deep the cover up fucked up life. It would not be revealed that is for sure. The Cover Up, not Revealed: Lieut. Davis Joseph Hedron, 47, a supervising Correction Officer at Texas State Prison, for the past fifteen years here, and a former Staff Sgt. in the Marines Corps and a two tour much decorated Vietnam Vet had executed Donald Hall for allegedly raping his fourteen year old daughter, making her pregnant. Donald Hall, in fact, had never met, nor could he ever have met, Lieutenant Hedron's daughter, Patty, 14. Unfortunately, Donald Hall resembled a local Datrix gas station owner, Mitchell Reisen, 38, who was a widower with two daughters, Heather, 13 and Samantha, 11. The three girls, best friends, with each other since first grade, played daily at the pool behind the gas station. Mitchell Risen and Davis Hedron, good buddies, former marines, and Vietnam Vets drank whiskey and soda, resurrecting broken down stock cars as a shared hobby. Last summer, for a long month, when Heather and Samantha were at Christian camp in Michigan (a gift of the Reisen grand parents), and Patty was not, the young woman, wearing colorful halters and shorts (or a bathing suit and towel), rode her bicycle casually through the gas station islands, while Mitchell worked on cars, or pumped gas. He obviously enjoyed her company, and when it got busy, she helped out, pumping gas, checking oil and water. Mitchell even let her drive her father's car in the back lot knowing the girl wanted to practice for her license next year. Back home, father worked fifteen hours a day at the prison, and Patty's mother, Janice, 30, ran a downtown used clothing store and had a lover on the side. My parents are always busy Patty complained, and Mom's messing around with somebody, Patty confessed to Mitchell, please don't tell Joe, she begged, realizing she may have revealed too much, Patty pulled back, joking about it, but she knew she hadn't fooled anyone. The secret was out for good, and there was nothing I can do. Patty was sad, but resigned. Then, Mitch surprised her. Your father knows, he said. Your mother told Joe last year. They like their family, as it is, and neither wants to divorce, so they came to an understanding. Your mother has a lover, but your father has one too. Who is it, Patty asked. I know Mom's seeing that Dentist, who just opened a practice on the mall, but who is Dad's lover? You know her, Mitchell said. When Mitchell told her the woman's name carefully, so softly, it could not be heard. He felt lost, and realized he was opening a secret box too big for the child to ignore and too powerful for the young woman to fully tolerate. After all, its one thing for a daughter to know her mother is fucking around, Patty said later, describing what had happened to Heather, when her best friend returned from camp. But now, with Heather's father, she coyly covered her ears not wanting to really hear, or see the face of the woman who made love to her father. I'll hate her, Patty thought, and then, as if confused, bewildered, unsure, she begged Mitchell again, tell me, Who is it, please, I've got to know. It's the English art teacher at the High School. Georgiana Wells. She taught you last year, that is how your father met her at your first art show. Then Mitchell looked down, felt the cold room shut behind him, after this confession to Patty, he added, I doubt I would be able to let such a thing pass without challenge, he said. I loved my wife but she is dead not two years. I miss her every day. I have been so lonely, and if it were not for Heather, Samantha, and you too, Patty, I do not know. You and Heather have changed so much. Last year, you were kid, playing in the basement with dolls. Now, we are telling dirty jokes, playing cards, and then he thought, but did not say: "Really Patty, your look, talk, and act like a woman. I know you won't be fifteen until next February. You're my best friend's daughter, how can I..." Patty, looking at the stopped man, at the speech he said, through her mind, if not her ears. What do I do? I cannot lead him. What do I know? I care for him. I want to help, and instinctively, she reached up, and did the right or the wrong thing depending on what you consider right and wrong. Patty reached up and touched Mitchell's cheek, letting the tear melt under her finger. She ruffled his hair, and then she caressed his cheek letting her nails run through the grooves of his face, finding each line attractive, each pock mark from ancient acne, a secret cave for exploration. Mitchell let her hold his face, and then taking her hand, he kissed her, letting himself enter her mind, feeling her body respond, she said, I don't know what to do. Not here, he said, we will go back home, OK. Just until Heather and Samantha return, Patty said. Not realizing what she had said, she spoke it carefully, like an adult planning an outing. These things are considered and these are not. Plans are choices, and imply connection and completion. Lead into the graveyard, running over the minefield, the soldiers died softly, holding their comrades in battle. Mitchell just did not make love with Patty, he taught her the power of her body, how to move it gracefully under him and then above. He taught her to touch lightly, with staggered pressure, letting her mouth work his penis, making it hard and then powerful, letting him come inside, feeling the richness of the semen as it pushed inside her mouth and wet her throat. Patty kissed him gently, afterwards, mixing come and spit. They did it all. Nothing withheld. They played games. He pretended to be a little boy, and she was the schoolmarm. He was the old man, who needed a nurse, and she was the bashful lady fucking four men, one after another, and Patty told him as they fucked, hard, rolling around, what each man had done that was special even asking forbidden questions. Have you ever wanted to fuck your daughters, she teased him one night, and when he withdrew, Patty became cruel. I am Heather, fuck me she shouted at him. I am Samantha let me blow you, and taking his cock in her mouth she made him come, and she knew he was resisting, and at first, she feared he would run from her, and then suddenly, he joined in, calling her Heather, Samantha, Annabelle. Yes, that is my wife. She fucks us too, and watches now, see her in the ceiling. And what about your father, dear Patty, you want him, that's why your mad about the art teacher. You want him to see us now, to take him to bed with us, to fuck his spirit as he fucks your daughters, Patty laughed, this is a miracle, how can I be so lucky, and when she came, she felt her father's hand on her clit, pushing it, and when he came, he felt Heather's tit, and his wife's hair in his face. Patty was wanton, not bashful, feeling the expansion, the tide, as an artist of images she loved the possession. In ten days, they made love for a century, and when it was over, they would rest as god did after the last day. "I hold him," Patty screamed. "I'd hold him in my hands, and feel that life swollen and fertile, I will breathe with him, allow each short breath to reach higher, and then slower. Finally, as we pass by the other, up and close, down and inside, I feel the other voices, that chatter of fools thinking what he has taught, what we do, as exploitation." "No, It is not that . . . I exploit him as he does. It's equal. Age is irrelevant. I knew what I did," Patty wrote in her diary. "Dear Father, I love him, she said. He loves me. We are both single, and could marry with your permission." "In two years, when I am seventeen, I will do it in any case. Nothing will stop us," she wrote not as a defiant schoolgirl but as a woman knowing what was real, and what was not. "There is balance now, in my life," she said. "He is my support, as I am his." Patty and Mitchell had secretly made love a thousand times in ten days. "Yes, that's an exaggeration, and every day, it was better than most know in a life time." "And yes, the one terror." They knew they had to keep the secret. And there was the times when Patty's father came to the pool, and they had one, tow picnic, and then another time, Patty's mother asked Mitchell if he as fucking her daughter. He denied it. "You're a liar, but I understand," Why can I accept it, he thought? Finally, when Mitchell's daughters returned, as agreed, they stopped making love, promising to remember, and Patty told Mitchell that she wanted him to find a woman he could proudly love, and not hide. "I found her," he said. "It's you." "No, we can't. Patty does not know it, but she was pregnant when Heather and Samantha returned. Heather knew immediately when she saw Patty shadow her father's movements, that Patty and her father were lovers. " "It's OK. Heather told Patty." "What?" "I know." "What?" "You're sleeping with my Daddy" "Not my Daddy. Do not be silly. I know, and it's OK by Samantha as well." "What did you tell your sister?" "I told her about you guys at breakfast." "Does she know, you know, about it?" "Are you kidding?" "Who told her?" "At camp that's all you talk about?" "I thought it was religious, that's what your father said." "Holy Fucking Christ and they laughed. "You got let me tell about this one guy. He was twelve, and all the ten-year-old girls loved his ass. He must have had some kind of sex with every fucking one of them. They were wild. "You're full of shit," Patty said. "Got me. OK, I like to lie; sue me. Don't you tell tall tales, sometimes, your self, (pausing) no I guess not?" "I love your father, Heather, Ain't no mother humping lie." "Does Joe know?" "No, but my Mother thinks its OK. She walked into his bathroom at a picnic last week, and I was on the floor sucking your father off." "All Mom said, well, you're taller 'n him, smarter 'n him, and probably a better screw than me, so why not?" "Your Mom likes my father." "Have they, do you think my Mom has. Shit, that would be funny." "I won't share Mitchell with her, Heather, and then Patty was light headed, letting blank thoughts collide as well as floundering, and yet she was full of that plenty that helped out with conversation. For what we learned is also hidden." "Who said that?" "The Pope." "Get serious." "It's a parable: At first there's the subtle manipulation of the flower (clearly out of phase), and then pollen splits, divides again and again." "You know what I'm thinking, Heather, that sex can't be felt until you're too distant from your lover. You need to miss it, to realize the foundation and it's over growth." "Yes, I know, and then suddenly, it's as if nothing could happen, and you feel hands on your breasts, inside your legs, opening your mouth, in your ears. Rationally you know that he is a century or more away, down the pike in the future tense, and here you are lost in some past, but then it shifts again and you are closer and closer. Suddenly as you blank out, he's so fucken close but still out of reach, and instantly you are charmed by the intimacy of love, memory and its odd confessions." "You are nuts, Professor, shit, now what can I call you, Patty, I can't call you Mom?" "What about sister?" "OK," Heather smiled, assured, turning over, holding her pillow under her chin, thinking of that utter nonsense. You know the one you try to think when you think profound." "Now, that would be incest, but that's OK, it's only a word after all?" "What, incest?" "No being a sister, and Patty reached out, touched Heather's lips, gently pressing her fingers between them, forcing them to open like raw fruit; let me kiss you like I do your father, Patty said, and suddenly, she was there, kissing Heather, letting her tongue explore, and then, quickly, Heather struggled up and free, out of breath, truly frightened. "I know you're stronger and all, but I swear Patty, if you make another move on me tonight, I'll knock your block off, now stop it, I can't handle incest, too." "Don't worry, Heather, I won't get you pregnant." "And I really wanted a baby, pooh." Getting off it. "I'm carrying your sister, Heather. Now, touch there, and now, here's my tit, feel how I breathe and the tension under my nipples. Now, yes, take it between your finger and thumb, now, push in while you tighten your fingers, then pull out, again, more, feel how soft, now hard, now, lean down, look at it carefully, take it n your mouth, I melt if you stare first. I loved showing off, now that's it, here let me do you, feel where her tiny mouth will suckle." "Good thing, I'm going to get you a breast pump." "I'm not pregnant." "You could be. Wouldn't that be fun, doing it all together?" "You said it's a girl. You don't know. Has to be. I have dreamed of daughters." "No, you're crazy, and pushing Patty away, Heather laughed. Now tell me if you're so smart. Who's the daddy? Who would you like? Joe?" "My father? You got to be kidding. How about, yours?" Why not yours? Next time, feeling playful. The babies would almost be twins. "Fucking my father. I almost did, you know. When my mother died I slept in my father's arms. Samantha did also. I was eleven and she was nine. Neither of us was very developed. Now, if I had been more experienced, I would have known better how to help him. " Anyway, he woke up, just as he was about to come against my leg, and I held him, letting him. He cried, and never let us sleep together. Samantha was real curious. She wondered what he was doing, and then I showed her the stain on the sheet. That comes from men. It makes babies, and the twirp, you know what she did, she rubbed it on her finger, and then lifting up her night gown, she rubbed it on her bare cleft and announced she was having a baby. You know I liked the way he kissed. His mouth was soft, not hard like the movies. I know he kissed her, and I was my mother, come back, for a moment. I wished he had finished inside." "Do it then, with him. But you got to let me watch, OK" "What about Samantha?" "What about her? She can hold your hand, if you want more company. Let her jerk you off?" "No, I'll hold yours." "Would she tell someone?" "Never." "She was the biggest slut at the camp last summer. I could get her boy friend in a lot of trouble. She likes them older, too, you know." "She didn't fuck anyone, as far as I know, but she gave blow jobs out left and right to all the little boy life guards, and the rec. director, and the fart was at least thirty five. My boyfriend told me all about it at camp. He was embarrassed, he said. I told him to fuck off, and I had another guy the next day. I'm experienced, really, Patty." Suddenly without reservation or surprise Heather and Patty cuddled, held the other, while Patty made Heather come, and Heather fucked Patty as she came. I thought you just learned how to do it, Patty was surprised by Heather's fluency. What do you think we do at camp, on those nights you know they keep boys locked up on the other side of the lake? The brave swim across the lake, but my friends Lynn and Julie, we didn't just mess with the boys, we had more fun with each other, and then we fucked the two adult counselors at the boy's camp. I walked right in his room, one night, stripped off my bathing suit, and asked this male nurse if he would treat the poison ivy I had inside my thigh. Don't get me wrong, I like boys as well as men, but I think they are sticky and messy. We don't have that problem yet, do we? Picking up the box, no I use the tissues your father keeps here. Mother bought a case of them. She didn't like it messy. "I like how it tastes, sometimes, when I am into it. I know that sounds sick." "Can you still taste my father?" "Yes, and I like it." 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