Message-ID: <45931asstr$1071871805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031219060635.10052.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 22:06:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Glen Wiseman 15 (mf mmf ffm ff mm slow) Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 17:10:05 -0500 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: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "GW15.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. Glen Wiseman By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 15 Glen parked his truck in front of city hall to attend the proceedings in the court room inside. The two guys that had attacked him at the grocery store were here for their arraignment hearing. A month had passed since the attack and only now had the two guys recovered from their injuries sufficiently for the hearing to be held. He had cracked the skull of one of the men and caved in the sinus cavity of the other. They had been in very bad medical shape for a long time. Throughout the two men's stay in the hospital, members of the Last True Church of Jesus Christ had held vigils outside the hospital. At times, it was hard to tell what they were praying to have happen. Sometimes it was the speedy recovery of the patients. At other times, it was the death and destruction of the sinners. Most of the time though, it was for the death of the demon that had injured those good Christian fellows in the hospital. The activity outside the hospital had everyone nervous, but there wasn't too much that anyone could do about it. Glen exited his truck and removed the weapons that he carried. He had given up on anything too fancy and now carried two double shot derringers in his pockets. He would be arrested as soon as he entered the city hall if he carried them with him in there. However, that left him disarmed and faced with a large number of very hostile protesters. He stepped towards the city hall in which the court room was located. All of a sudden there was a loud cry. A very gaunt man stood up and pointed at Glen. Glen recognized him as the Reverend. He shouted, "Behold, there is the demon! He who interferes with the work of the Lord serves Satan and that man is such a servant. He must be cast out and sent to hell where he can live with his Master!" Glen stopped and looked at the crowd of people. He looked from face to face memorizing their features. A common trait was the lack of smile lines around the eyes. The women looked old before their time. All of them looked as if the life had been beaten out of them. Too many children, too many beatings, and not enough love took its toll on the face and body. None of the women wore makeup and their hair was pulled back in simple braids. The clothes were drab colorless sacks that hung lifeless off their bodies, hiding all traces of femininity. The men were dressed in black pants, white shirts, and black suit coats. Their eyes were hateful, the mouths twisted into frowns, and their manner rigid. Just looking at them gave Glen shivers down his spine. He had never seen such a collection of miserable people. If they were truly God's servants, then he didn't want anything to do with that kind of God. As he studied them, their anger increased. One woman wailed, "He killed my husband! He's a murderer!" Glen looked at her and thought about what she said. Her husband had gone with four other men to beat a young woman. They would have killed her; of that he was sure. He guessed that the commandment not to kill applied only to him and not them. He turned towards the city hall and started walking. The Reverend Jonathan Corwin, the most disgusting figure of them all, shouted, "Hear my words, demon spawn. You shall pay for your sins. I, the Reverend Jonathan Corwin, have spoken." Glen stopped and looked at the man. His eyes narrowed as he answered, "The Lord God Almighty and his son, Jesus Christ, know there is only one demon here and that his name is Reverend Jonathan Corwin!" A number of the crowd started throwing stones at Glen. He walked quickly into the building, getting hit by only a few of them. The Sheriff looked at Glen and noticed the welts raised on the arm. He asked, "What happened to you?" "Oh, the crowd outside started throwing stones at the vile demon spawn, namely yours truly." Glen answered. He looked through the glass at the crowd outside. They started coming into the city hall. Glen said, "You're probably going to have to give me an escort out of here. I'm unarmed." The Sheriff smiled as the Deputy waved a metal detector over Glen's body. It rang on the coins in his pocket, his belt buckle, and his wallet. He opened his wallet and showed the credit card sized tool kit within it. The Deputy shrugged and passed Glen on into the court room. Glen sat down along the bench that ran behind the prosecutors desk. The prosecutor turned to Glen and said, "It seems pretty open and shut. I'm thinking about requesting that no bail be set. I believe they are a flight risk." Glen nodded and answered, "If they get out, they'll come after me with guns next time." "Good argument, but it wouldn't fly in a court of law." Glen smiled and said, "Oh, they just might admit it in front of the judge. They aren't the smartest turnips on the truck." The Prosecutor smiled at the characterization. His dealings with the defendants had always degenerated into them calling him names. He shook his head as he looked across the room to his good friend sitting at the other table. They had accepted a court appointed attorney to defend them and his friend had gotten the job. Without discussing the details, his friend had let him know that he would have declined the assignment if there had been any way of doing it. There was a disturbance at the door as several members of the church entered the room. They took positions behind the desk where the defendants would be seated. They all turned towards Glen and started chanting, "Return to hell Demon Spawn." Disgust was the only feeling that Glen had towards them. If they had even the least bit of human kindness, he would have pitied them. As it was, they were disgusting. He looked at the women and wondered if the relations between husband and wife were more like between rapist and victim than between members of a loving couple. He even wondered if they understood the concept of love. As more of the church members entered the courtroom, the chanting got louder. When Reverend Jonathan Corwin entered, the whole group stood up and waited for him to seat himself on the bench directly behind the defendants table. He glared at Glen and then said, "return to hell Demon Spawn." The rest of his group returned to the chant, only now it was getting louder. The Deputy lead in the dependants. They were able to walk, but their faces were still heavily bandaged. Glen noted with satisfaction that they had handcuffs and ankle restraints. The crowd became even angrier as a result of looking at the pair. The chants starting changing tone. Now it was, "Death to the murderer." Glen tapped the Prosecutor on the shoulder. When he turned, Glen asked, "Would the judge consider that a death threat?" "Hard to say. They aren't saying they'll kill you." Glen nodded and looked to the back of the room. His timing was perfect, Cliff and the twins entered the room and moved over to him. All three of them sat so that Glen was between them and the religious zealots. The twins were terrified to be in the room with them and felt safer sandwiched between Glen and Cliff. The Bailiff announced, "All rise for the judge." The Judge entered the room and looked over the crowd. He didn't like the looks of it. The Sheriff was standing by the front door and the deputy off to the side while the bailiff stood over by his door. All three of them had their guns in the holsters with the flaps unhooked as if expecting trouble. The judge went to his seat and paused a moment before he slowly sat down. Everyone else sat down and faced the judge. Everything progressed normally until it was time for the defendants to plead guilty or not guilty. As the lawyer was about to say something, the Reverend Jonathan Corwin stood up and shouted, "There is no guilt when a person does the work of the Lord." The rest of his followers all solemnly answered, "Amen." Rapping his gavel in an authoritative manner, the Judge said, "One more word from you and I'll find you in contempt of court." The Reverend Jonathan Corwin answered, "You have to stop these proceedings. These men are the servants of the Lord. You have no right to judge their actions. You should be prosecuting that Demon Spawn over there. He has murdered a good Christian man in cold blood." The Judge leaned forward and said, "You are in contempt." The Reverend shouted, "I am a descendant of Judge Jonathan Corwin who sat in judgement on the witches in Salem. You disgrace the bench by having sold your soul to Satan." The Judge told the Sheriff, "Get this man out of my court right now. Set his bail at $1000." The Sheriff went over the Reverend and motioned for him to get out. The Reverend shouted, "Devils! They all serve Satan here!" Rallying around the Reverend, his followers jumped up and started pushing the Sheriff away from him. The Judge banged his gavel in a futile attempt to restore order. Looking at the faces on the followers of the Reverend, the Bailiff was terrified that a riot was about to break out. Glen looked over at Cliff and nodded. Standing, the four of them moved over to the wall. In a well planned display of protecting the twins, Glen and Cliff placed themselves in front of them. Calmly, as though taking a stroll through the park, the Deputy walked over to the defendants chair and pulled his gun. Staring intently in the eyes of the Reverend, he pushed the barrel of the bun to the center of the Reverends forehead. In a low threatening voice, he said, "Tell your people to shut up and sit down." The followers of the Reverend quickly sat down. Looking over at the Deputy in thanks, the Sheriff put the Reverend in handcuffs and led him out of the courtroom. Once order had been restored, he Judge looked around the room and noticed the position of Glen and Cliff. He rapped his gavel and said, "You four. What are you doing?" Glen stated, "Your honor, we were just trying to stay out of the way. We respect the court." "Will you please sit down now." Giving the judge a short nod of his head, Glen answered, "Yes your honor." Glen moved to his former seat and sat down. Sandra and Wanda both joined him with Cliff following behind. The Judge, not a stupid man, realized that the two men were moving as one to protect the twins. Having two girls himself, he was pleased to see the men take such good care of the women. He turned his attention back to the defense and asked the question again, "How do your clients plead?" The lawyer looked nervously around and stated, "Not Guilty." The Judge stated, "So noted." The Prosecutor looked over at his friend in pity. The Judge turned to the Prosecutor and asked, "Does the state have any recommendations for bail?" The Prosecutor stood and answered, "Yes, your honor. We wish that bail be denied. We believe that there is a significant risk of flight." The Judge turned to the defender and asked, "Does the defense have any comments?" The defense attorney, with a look on his face like he was swallowing a lemon, answered, "The two men a good Christians." Giggling, Wanda whispered to Cliff, "God, it must have hurt him to say that." The Judge waited for the public defender to say something else, but the poor man just stood there. The Judge stated, "Bail denied." All of the followers of the Reverend reacted negatively to the announcement. They moved forward as though to help the two men get away. The Judge rapped his gavel and stated, "I find you in contempt of court. I'll set bail at $1000 each." The entire group rushed the Deputy and Sheriff. Glen and Cliff quickly got the girls against the wall and stood between them and the members of the church. This time, they also included the Prosecutor who ended up standing behind the two men and in front of the twins. One of the members ran towards them screaming. The Judge observed the action. He noticed that Glen looked to him and waited until the Judge nodded. Cliff dropped down and went for the knees. Glen went for the head. Between the two of them, the Church member landed flat on the floor unconscious. Immediately, Glen and Cliff moved back to their original positions. While they had been busy protecting the twins, the Sheriff and the Deputy had been quickly overrun and half of the congregation managed to escape. The other half were spread out on the floor with the Sheriff and the Deputy holding guns on them. The Bailiff was cuffing each of them, one at a time. One of the people on the floor tried to get up and run out. The Sheriff shot him in the leg, deciding that he wasn't going to waste time any more with these folks. When order had been restored, the Judge said, "Sheriff, I want all of these people arrested and charged with assault on the person of a law enforcement officer." The Sheriff smiled and replied, "With pleasure your honor." The judge further said, "The one that tried to escape shall be charged with attempted escape in addition to the assault charges." The Deputy went over to the man on the floor and started rendering first aid. The Judge looked around and spotted the man on the floor. He pointed to the man and said, "Charge that man with five counts of assault." The Sheriff hadn't even noted the man there on the ground. He went over to him and examined the man on the ground. Shaking his head when he looked up at the Judge, he said, "We'll have to take this one to the hospital." The Judge rapped his gavel and said, "I would like to commend the two men over there for their quick thinking and calm actions in a most distressing circumstance. They moved to protect officers of the court as well as others in the room. When attacked, they first sought my permission to defend themselves, despite the fact that they were fully justified in taking any action that was reasonable." The Bailiff returned to the room and said something to the Judge. Nodding at the news, the Judge announced, "The State Police have been called to take possession of the prisoners." As the Judge stood, the Bailiff looked like he was about to tell everyone to stand, but the Judge just waved his hand. Glen and the Metchettes stood as the Judge left the room. He noticed the gesture and smiled. The foursome left the court room and went directly to their trucks. They watched their surroundings, making sure that no one was trying to attack them or follow them. Both Glen and Cliff picked up their derringers. The girls got into separate trucks and took the shotguns down from the gun racks. Opening the glove compartments, both girls took out a box of 00 buckshot. The two men drove off with Cliff leading the way and Glen following. It was a tense drive, but they all arrived at cabin safe and sound. Walking into the cabin, they all sat down while taking a deep breath. They were quiet for a long time. Glen finally said, "Well, that went much better than I expected." Wanda burst out laughing. If that was good, then she really had to update her dictionary. The noise brought CJ out of the bedroom looking like she had just woken up. Cliff jumped up and went to her. He hugged her and said, "I'm so glad to see you." They went back into the bedroom, as Glen looked over at the twins. Smiling, he asked, "Who's up for a shower?" Smiling at the thoughts of what would happen in the shower, they followed him to the bathroom slowly removing their clothes as they walked. The shirts were the first to go. Then they wiggled out of their jeans. Glen smiled as he watched them struggle to get out of their jeans. Tight jeans looked great, but it was hell trying to get out of them sexily. The bras came off after the jeans. They were in the bathroom before removing their panties. Glen took off his shirt and pants. Dropping his boxers, he freed a cock that was ready for action. Wanda and Sandra looked at his cock with significant pleasure, amazed to see how quickly he responded to their bodies. Wanda turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before they climbed into the shower. Glen started washing Wanda while Sandra washed him. When Sandra's hand finally started soaping Glen's cock, he decided enough was enough. He was horny and wanted it now. He asked, "Who's first?" Sandra said, "I am." Glen turned as she spread her legs, and slowly entered her. His thrusts were frantic, as though he was coupling for reasons beyond his understanding. He lifted her off the floor. Sandra held onto him tightly. As Wanda ran a finger along his asshole, his thrusts became even more intense. Sandra wrapped her legs around his waist. He was now supporting most of her weight although her back was pressed against the wall of the shower. She was grunting with each thrust into her, amazed at the sheer strength and need that he was exhibiting. Wanda watched in amazement as Glen fucked her sister. That word, fucked, was the only word that described his actions. Sandra was not complaining as that kind of raw animalistic need ran through her veins as well. Her body reacted with a series of orgasms that felt bestial in nature. After what seemed like forever, Glen grunted and roared as an orgasm tore through his body. Sandra, hugged him as his passion spilled into her. Slowly letting Sandra down, Glen turned to Wanda. She didn't even wait for him to express his need. She grabbed him and pulled him down in the tub. Water sprayed over his back and into her face as he mounted her. She didn't care, as all she wanted was the hot strength of his cock in her. He started to thrust into her with the savagery that must have been commonplace before man left the caves. This was the coupling of a man and woman that came after the man risked his life for her. Sandra, noticing the water landing in Wanda's face, turned off the tap. In the sudden absence of the noise from the shower, the grunts and groans of the couple pair echoed off the walls of the shower. They responded to the noise with increased fervor. Sandra watched her sister sliding with the bathtub as thrusts pushed her forward. Her face was twisted into a furious expression, a raw animal need echoed with the desires that had raged within Sandra. Glen's back was corded as muscles tensed in a full display of masculine strength and instinct. He roared as he came a second time. The women swore that the roar told a story of primitive man claiming woman and declaring to the world that he would protect her. Glen slowly rose off of Wanda and then helped her off the floor of the bathtub. The twins pressed against him feeling secure and desired. Some primitive doors within all three had been thrown open, the rooms hidden within explored, and now the doors were closing. The result was an exhaustion of body and emotions. All three slowly moved out of the shower and dried off. They retired to living room and sat on the couch. The twins wrapped themselves within his strong arms and fell asleep. Glen looked over the pair and quickly followed them into a deep sleep. None of them heard the noises of passion emerging from the bedroom where Cliff was laying claim to CJ as his woman. A very loud knock on the door finally woke Glen. He looked out the window and noticed the Sheriff standing on the front porch. He sighed and stepped outside. The April weather was warmer than the previous few months, but it was still too cold to stand nude for long. The Sheriff didn't look comfortable standing next to a naked man. Noticing the discomfort of the man, Glen said, "Give me a few minutes to get things straightened up inside." The Sheriff answered, "Okay. I'll wait out here." Glen returned to the house and gently placed a blanket over the twins. He went to the bedroom and made sure the door was closed. Finally, he went into the bathroom and put on his clothes. He gathered up the twin's clothes and carried them to the couch. He looked around and satisfied that all was acceptable, opened the door. He said, "Come in and follow me to my study." The Sheriff entered and closed the door behind him. Taking in the surroundings, he followed Glen into his study and sat on one of the chairs in the room. Glen sat down facing him and asked, "So what brought you all of the way out here?" The Sheriff sighed and replied, "Well, the press has descended upon the town. Nothing like having to shoot someone in a courthouse to bring out all of the news vultures." Glen smiled and asked, "So you came here to hide out?" Dale laughed. He said, "Something like that. I also wanted to warn you that the Reverend has made bail and is telling them all about the bunch of demons that infest this town. Your name and Cliff's came up several times." Glen sat there as he considered the implications of that. He finally laughed and asked, "Are we talking local or national news?" "National." Glen shook his head and chuckled. He said, "You aren't going to like this, but it will get us a lot of coverage Our magazine sales are likely to go through the roof and we'll get more groups mad at us." Frowning, the Sheriff frowned realized that Glen was having a little fun at his expense. He said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to put up road signs to demon alley." At the idea that his driveway had just been given a new name, Glen laughed aloud. He asked, "So what is it that you are really worried about?" Dale was quiet for several minutes. Finally, he said, "You know, I've been a law man for a long time. I've never had to shoot anyone before. I've never encountered anything like that group." "Scary bunch of people, aren't they?" "Very. My Deputy has a black eye and I've got bruises on my arms and chest from them beating on me." Pleased that the Sheriff was finally catching onto the seriousness of the situation, Glen said, "You can't fool around with them." The Sheriff nodded as if he had come to the same conclusion. He said, "I was kind of angry at you for your lack of restraint in dealing with them. I've now come to the conclusion that we would have been scraping your body off the parking lot if you hadn't responded the way you had." "Thanks, I appreciate that." "I thought you would. By the way, you showed great restraint in the court house. I'm the one who lost it and started shooting." Glen shook his head and answered, "No. Cliff and I were prepared for it. We had practiced that maneuver that we used in the courthouse. We were actually pretty pleased that we only had to deal with one of them." An awkward silenced descended on the room before Dale stated, "You guys need to be real careful. I suggest that you go into town and talk to the press before they track you down here. You don't want them broadcasting where you live on television. Those creeps will be out here before you know it." "How's the feelings in the town running?" asked Glen. He wasn't sure if the town was going to support him and Cliff or if they were on their own. "It's divided. The Reverend is telling some mighty tall tales about the contents of the web site. Now I've seen what you guys are doing and I don't like it much. He's clearly exaggerating, but most folks don't know that. So those folks are pretty much on his side. Anderson has gone over to his side big time. Some folks know you and the Metchettes. They don't think that you would do anything as bad as he is saying." Glen leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees. He laced his fingers and rested his head on them. After thinking for a while he said, "I suppose that printing up versions of the latest issue and handing them out in town wouldn't help." "Honestly," replied the Sheriff, "I wouldn't think so. Most of the people in this area are very conservative about marriage and sex." Glen sat back and thought about it some more. His thoughts were interrupted by a female shouting, "More. Oh, God Cliff. That's so good." At the noise, Dale looked up at Glen with more than a little concern. He asked, "Is that CJ?" Glen was about to answer when CJ screamed out, "Oh, Yes! Fuck me, Stud." "Yes, it is." Dale sat there for a minute trying to decide what to do. Finally, he shouted, "CJ!" Glen frowned and waited to hear the reaction. It was not exactly what he had expected. He cringed as he heard, "Oh, God. I'm coming again!" He turned to the Sheriff and stated, "Sorry about that. Thin walls. The house wasn't built for that kind of noise. I expected to be living here alone." "Don't worry. She's an adult and I guess she can do as she wishes." Sandra and Wanda came into the office. Apparently, Dale's shout had woke them and alerted them to the possible situation developing. They had taken the time to dress. Wanda smiled at Dale and said, "So nice to see you again." Sandra added, "How are you doing?" The Sheriff stated, "Oh, it's been a bad day all around. Work was a little tough today. Now I'm sitting here listening to my niece have sex in the next room." Sandra giggled, much to Dale's dismay, and said, "That is terrible. Your niece is in love with a demon spawn. You know, that will really ruin your day." Dale shook his head and laughed. He had to agree that it sounded like love coming from the next room. He said, "Somehow you just put everything in perspective." His remark was punctuated by a loud growl and a high pitched scream. Wanda tittered and said, "They're done. I bet if you were to make a loud noise now they'd be here in a minute." Dale shook his head and stated, "Well, I just might head home myself. It's been a long tough day." Sandra, with an gleam in her eye, replied, "You might want to spend a little time with Helena tonight. Really does help make a bad day much nicer. A little bit of the old bouncy-bouncy on the bed and you'll be as good as new." Dale looked shocked. No one had ever suggested that he go home and make love to his wife like that. He didn't know how to respond and just looked at Sandra in total surprise. Wanda added, "Believe me, she'll like what you do to her. Glen was an animal when we got back. I'm still feeling little shivers of excitement." As Dale stared at Wanda, CJ opened the door to the room. She stood in the doorway dressed in Cliff's shirt and nothing else. She hadn't come into the room enough to notice her uncle was there. She sighed and said, "You guys need to get in a fight more often. He was an animal. God, that was great." Dale stated, "I can arrange that." CJ realized who was talking and her eyes got very large. She screamed and ran off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. They could hear her shout, "Oh, God. You better get out of here. My uncle is here and he'll kill you!" Glen laughed as he heard Cliff shout, "Oh Shit!" Dale shook his head and finally said, "I'm going home. I don't know what else can go wrong today." He stood and looked around the room. Wanda came up to him and hugged him. She said, "Seriously, spend a little time with the wife." Sandra gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. She added, "She'll love you for it." Glen shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, listen to them." The Sheriff made his way out of the room. As the Sheriff walked towards the door, Cliff came out and nodded to the Sheriff. He said, "I didn't know you were here, sir." Dale looked at Cliff for a moment and then said, "One of these days, you and I will have to have a long talk." CJ came out of the bedroom looking very embarrassed. She shyly hid behind Cliff and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Dale. We didn't know you were here." Dale just shook his head and headed towards the door. Maybe they were right he decided. He was going to take the twin's advice and go home to his wife. He said, "We'll talk about it some other time. For now I'm going home." Wanda and Sandra made little kissy-face noises in each others direction. Sandra turned to Dale and said, "Give her our regards and ..." "...a little of that love..." "...that you're packing..." "...in those pants." They both burst out giggling and went back into the study. CJ and Cliff stared at them as they left. The Sheriff, who hadn't blushed in more than thirty years, couldn't believe how quickly his face heated up. He turned to Glen and stated, "I have no idea how you managed to live with them as long as you did." "Hey, it was your idea." "Don't remind me." The Sheriff opened the door to leave. CJ peeked out around Cliff and said, "Good night, Uncle Dale. Have fun." The Sheriff slammed the door behind him when he left. Glen burst out laughing and said, "I couldn't have arranged that any better if I had planned it." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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