Dark as Daylight Ch. 03

"I guarantee you sir, it would not be the first time."

"If I hit you today, I could guarantee you it wouldn't be the last either."

"Sir, when you're 130 years old, you're going to say the same thing."

"Did you make enough coffee for me?"

"12 cups sir, I'm down to six now. You talk a lot."

"Bring me a large cup, I am going to do a lot of talking with Mr. Smallwood."

"Mister Smallwood, let's do this the easy way. Where are the keys to your safety deposit box? Please don't lie to me. You will put the lives of your wife and family in jeopardy if you do.""

"They are in my jewelry box at home."

"You lied to me Mister Smallwood. What man would put the keys to safety deposit boxes containing over $1 million in a jewelry box on top of his dresser? Certainly not someone as smart as you. We are not stupid Mister Smallwood and you have just made a terrible mistake."

"Who has the K bar?"

14 men raise their hands with K bars in them.

"Mister Smallwood, I normally start with fingers and then hands, but because of what that little girl told me, I'm not in a particularly forgiving mood. Someone cut off his dick."

"I got it. Colonel."

"Go ahead Simon, right down to the abdomen. Do it on the carpet, that way no one will slip on his blood."

"Andy, grab his neck for me please."

"It will be my pleasure."

When Randall saw Andy moving towards him, his eyes bulged out, and he began to struggle. Andy gripped his neck, lifted him off the ground, and walked into the living room with Smallwood gasping for breath. He threw him onto the carpet, and knelt down beside him.

Smallwood's arms were grabbed by two men, who placed a foot on each of his shoulders and pulled, until he screamed.

Andy smiled at him. "If you think that hurts, wait until Simon starts sawing through your dick. He's not going to cut it off with the smooth side of the blade, that would be merciful. He's going to use the serrated side of the knife, and saw back and forth until it comes off in pieces, little tiny pieces. You have a good size honker there. It should take about 2 minutes or so to cut off, if Simon works fast. If Simon works slowly, it could take three or four minutes. Then I will shove that thing down your throat. Believe it or not, it will go down. A little bit of water helps it move smoothly into your stomach and disintegrate. Your balls will be easier, and your sac will be nothing at all. We will pour some medication on you to stop the bleeding, and then we will cauterize it with a flame to keep it from getting infected. We don't want you to die just yet. You have a lot of questions to answer before you die, before your children die. They will die before your eyes for what you've done. Isn't it a shame what you've done to your family. What we are going to do to your lovely wife is going to be very upsetting to you, but more upsetting to her after she meets Kathy. What are you, four blocks from your own home. Shame on you. Shame on you. Are you ready Simon, or are we going to bring the family over first?"

"We're going to start now, because he's not due home until 7:45 PM. We will pull his car into the driveway, just like they expect. They will open the door expecting daddy, but find us instead. We will pack up the wife, kids, and their dinner and bring it over here so some of us can eat.

We will introduce the wife to the mistress, because they already know each other. Then we will kill one of the kids and start having dinner."

"Colonel, we are ready."

"Nice and slow, Simon, very slow."

Apparently Randall Smallwood thought this was a joke, or a test by his higher ups, but when the serrated edge of the K-bar tore into his penis, he howled like a baby with colic.

"Stop, stop, stop, they're in my shoes."

"Bring his shoes in here, please."

"Thank you. Before you hand them to him, put the business end of a Magnum to his right knee, and if anything but keys comes out of those shoes, acquaint him with what comes out of that barrel."

"Honest, it's just the keys, that's all that's in here."

"Prove it to us."

Randall pushed the sides of the shoe in, and then twisted the heel. Two keys fell into his hand and he placed them on the floor. He took his other shoe and did the same thing, and one key fell into his hand and he placed that one on the floor.

"Which key has Kathy's passport in it?"

"806."

"How much money is in 806?"

"About $240,000."

"Excellent, she can take that with her."

"What other box numbers do you have, and what amounts of money are in those?"

"Oh shit. Come on guys, I need money for my family."

"You're assuming your family is going to be alive tomorrow. That means you're going to be very cooperative with us tonight, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"That wasn't very convincing. So let me explain something to you. I'm going to allow you to make a phone call to your family. A business trip has come up, and you have to fly to New York City for an overnight stay, and an early appointment for tomorrow morning. You may be back as early as tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock, or as late as dinnertime tomorrow night. You're sorry but this just came up. I can either do that for you, or at 7:45 P.M. this evening, we can bring your family here and begin killing them, and whoring your wife. What do you want Mister Smallwood? Do you want your childrens heads on a platter, and your wife debased; or do you want Mister Flynn's head on a platter?"

"How the fuck do you know about Mickey's involvement?"

"I walked into your mistress's home with 16 men, in the middle of the afternoon, without a shot being fired, and your neighbors did not think anything about it. Do you think we're stupid Mister Smallwood? Anything that happens in South Boston, comes through Mickey Flynn, and you are Mickey's rising star. If I cut your balls off, and send them to Mickey, I'm sending him a message, from the Italian mob."

'The banking industry hired me, because my way of doing business is more effective, and cheaper than any legal method. Mickey's going to get pissed and he's going to start a war with them. Nobody's going to be looking for us, and we are going to be the ones killing people. That's why the banks love us. We are invisible. They're tired of getting fucked by people like you. You steal from them, and the feds are tied up by the laws trying to put them in jail. I'm less expensive, and I act quicker.

"Colonel a moment, please."

"Kathy said his wife is a real looker. The guys would like a crack at her, before you turn her over to the drug dealer."

"Before I answer my man Mister Smallwood, do we have a deal, or do my men kill your children, and then use your wife for their own pleasure. The banks don't give a fuck one way or the other, and neither do I. Five seconds Mister Smallwood, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ..."

"Okay, okay, okay, we have a deal, but my family must stay safe. You have to take them out of this country, because Flynn can get to them anywhere."

"Mister Smallwood, just between you and me, Mister Flynn's lifeline is about to run out."

"There's a hit out on Mickey? There's going to be a war in this town."

"Isn't that a shame. The micks going to blame the wops, the wops will retaliate, and the feds will sit on the sideline and cheer for both of them."

"Andy a moment, please."

"Yes Colonel."

"I owe you from earlier today when you didn't get to tenderize that man. I want you to take a nice hot refreshing's shower, so you don't smell like a bull, and you have her until 9 AM tomorrow morning. I will have food brought in for the two of you about 10 PM."

"Your wish is my command Colonel."

15 minutes later, Andy walked out of the bathroom naked. He held out two towels, neither of which would have reached from his wrist to his elbow.

He asked his friends, "What the fuck are these?"

Everyone roared with laughter.

After using nearly every towel in the guest bathroom to dry himself, Andy kept one towel to cover his private parts. He walked down the hallway to the master bedroom, and knocked on the door.

Kathy had been waiting for this, both dreading it, but appreciating the Colonel's gesture of giving her a choice. She could cooperate and have one man, or not, and have 15. For her, the decision was easy. Now the time had come.

"Come in."

Andy opened the door, ducked his head under the lentle and stepped in.

"Hello Kathy, my friends call me Andy."

Andy turned around and yelled, "Would somebody bring me a glass of water please, she fainted."

Lucius said, "Pay me."

Paul shook his head in disgust. "Don't ever bet against him. I do it all the time, because I like pain. He loves inflicting pain. Whether it's at a rifle range, or in the woods, it just doesn't matter. The man is a miracle maker. If he tells you to cross the street because it's going to rain on this side of the street, cross the street, otherwise you're going to get wet. I've been with him since I was 17 years old. He's drilled me and drilled me and drilled me, until I'm blue in the face. I will not leave his side because I still don't know as much as he does. He is impossible, and I love him because of it."

Andy placed the glass of water on the end table, and lay down on the bed with his back against the headboard. He picked Kathy up, placed her tiny body on top of his, and began rocking her like a baby. As her eyes fluttered open, he reached over, picked up the glass, and put it to her lips. She took small sips, and when she was finished she nodded her head and said thank you.

"Hi, I'm Andy. You don't have to be afraid of me because of my size. Big people can be just as gentle as little people. I am not going to hurt you. Not one little bit, well, maybe a little bit because I'm very large in that department. I will do my best to make sure you are very lubricated, because that is one of the joys in my life. Many women see me and before giving me an opportunity, they adamantly say no. Today, because of the circumstances, you can't say no, but I am going to do my absolute best to make sure you have the best time you've ever had.

I am not like that asshole that stole your virginity and your childhood. If I was your father, and I had learned about it, I guarantee you, the police would never have found him. He would have been fertilizing my azaleas for many years to come. You, child, would have been the pride of my life. I would have made sure any man that touched you after that knew manners. I know manners. My dad died when I was very young. I was raised in a household of seven women: my grandmother, my mother, her three sisters and my two sisters. If I wasn't larger than they were, I would've walked around in dresses all my life. The one thing I did learn from all of them was how to treat a lady. My grandmother told me, it didn't matter if you are a two-dollar hooker, or the queen of England, they are all ladies, and you treat them as such. Am I talking too much? I tend to do that when I'm nervous."

"What could you possibly be nervous about Andy?"

"I don't have sex that often. It's been more than two years, since I've been with a girl."

"Is it because of lack of opportunity or lack of trying?"

"As I said, women see me and they walk away because I'm so big. I don't like going to brothels, because it goes against my upbringing. Don't get me wrong I do go, but it's just for the physical release. I would like someone, you know, just to settle down with, to have a normal life, but I don't think that will ever happen. It's just me and the guys, and what we do. As I get older I won't be able to do it anymore, and I won't have anything, or anyone else in my life."

"Where did you grow up, the Midwest?"

"No, upstate New York, just east of Albany."

"Normally, I can pick up an accent from New York, but it's probably just the city folks that have it."

"I know they say Brooklyn has the worst accent of them all. Then there is the Bron-X. I don't know about the other three."

"Andy can I see what's under the towel?"

"We were getting along so well. Are you sure you are ready?"

"If I faint again, you'll know I wasn't."

"Go ahead, take it off, just like a Band-Aid 123 quick."

"Okay, but keep the water ready. 1-2-3 quick. Holy shit! I guess it's just proportionate to your body though."

"Is that a good thing, or bad thing?"

"I'll let you know when that thing is inside me."

"You going to give me a chance?"

"Of course, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but I'm not going to give up before I try. Can I be on top the first time? I will give me more control over the speed of the penetration."

"I've got a better idea. Once I have you on there, why don't I keep you there?"

"It might get a little tricky taking a bath, going to the bathroom, putting a dress on, I could never wear panties again, little things like that."

"I'm rich, we could buy an island and walk around naked all the time."

"No, you could walk around all the time. I would be stuck two feet off the floor looking at your chest all the time. You see the disadvantages of that?"

"I could take you from the rear, that way you could look and see what's happening in the world."

"Andrew, you are putting the cart before the horse. Let's play, so I can see that monster pop-up."

"He doesn't pop up; he unfurls, like a flag in a stiff breeze."

"Will he do that for me?"

Andy put her off to the side of the bed and slid down so his head was on the pillow. He grabbed her and held her in the air.

Kathy screamed, "Andrew put me down this instant."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, I'm positive that's what I want. Put me down."

He did a sit up, and his mouth encompassed her entire vagina. A second later, his tongue burrowed its way two inches deep into her vagina, and was moving around like a serpent on her G spot.

She screamed so loud, everyone in the house heard her.

"If you take that out of there, I'll cut it off."

The Colonel said. "I think Andy's made a new friend. We better take the interrogation into the back room. The screaming can become very distracting."

"It does sound like she's having fun, and Andy is following your directions."

"Andy is a big teddy bear, and if you tell him I said that I will shove that rifle of yours up your ass, and pull the trigger."

"I will probably scream like she did, sir."

"Yes Paul, but for an entirely different reason."

"Now Mister Smallwood, we know about your supposed position at Isstiron Intelligent Systems, but all you do is look for ways to steal money from banks all around the world. However, your company is a subcontractor of General Scanning, and they are a subcontractor of Control Technologies, and so on. What I need from you right now is the name of the company where the mob makes its jump to legitimacy. Remember you gave me your word, and I gave you mine that I would not hurt your family if you were truthful with me. Don't start off on the wrong foot, or you will be missing it."

"This is the truth, I swear on my life and the life of my family. We made the jump by using a small software firm called, "Aligned Coding." Boeing was forced to hire a minority firm, because of the EEOC laws. The company made a decent product, and they were getting better, but they didn't belong in the business of making this rocket.

Mickey sent a high-priced lawyer down to see them in Las Vegas, to ask if they needed help with this project. They looked at Jack, like he was king of the universe, because they were about to abandon the bid. Jack told them if they subcontracted out 80% of their bid to Agiligent Automated Intelligence, they would make sure everything was done on time and on bid price. They would have to take care of their end of the 20%, unless they wanted to subcontract more of the business out. That was up to them.

The company negotiated the pieces they wanted to keep, and subcontracted the rest of it to us. End the story, unless you want the name of the owner, because it's a privately held business, the address and the phone number in Las Vegas."

"You can write that down for us please. We will know if you're telling the truth within the hour. So that's how you made the jump to legitimacy. How do you explain the amount of money this tiny company brought in to feed the people in Kansas City, Chicago, Cleveland, New York, and New England?"

"Mickey told them flat out that each of them would get 3% of the profit, and if they didn't like it, he would keep the money in Las Vegas where it couldn't be touched by any of them. He would move his software business to Las Vegas, and they wouldn't be able to touch that money either. He would transfer the money south to Panama, and then into his accounts all over the world. Instead of being friends and allies, they would become his enemy, and he would treat them as such."

Most of the time Mickey is a nice guy with his neighbors, but when you fuck with his money, he becomes the devil himself."

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"This thing is going to give me lockjaw Andy, I can barely get the head in my mouth."

"If you keep doing what you're doing with your tongue for a little while longer, you're going to have a decision to make. Start thinking about that now, because it's going to happen very soon."

Andy had been very good to her. Orally, he had brought her four orgasms, and then let her sleep until she recovered. Then he worshiped her body from the top of her head to the pads of her toes, without touching her sex, and brought her two more orgasms. She cuddled in his arms, and this time they slept.

When he woke up she was playing with his snake. Soft, she could get several inches into her mouth, but as it uncoiled, and hardened, she almost couldn't get it out, without scraping it against her teeth, and hurting him. He never used his hands to force her head further down on him, then she could naturally go, and never forced his hips up to receive the same effect.

She felt him stiffen just before he said, "Get ready, I'm cuming."

He was sure she would back off, and let him come on her chest, and possibly her face. She didn't. She increased the action of her tongue to be sure he had a complete, and satisfying orgasm. It meant she would have to swallow as fast as she could to give this considerate man what he had given her. She forgot two things: he had not been with a woman in two years, and he was a very big man.

The first blast of semen was not bad, and she swallowed it quickly. It was like cleaning out a hose in the spring that had laid dormant through the winter. The second blast filled her mouth completely. Her eyes opened wide at the amount of fluid he had given her, and she forgot to swallow, until the third blast hit shortly afterwards. Semen started leaking out of her mouth between the ridges of his penis and the small openings that remained because of his size.

Kathy finally began to swallow, in large gulps, but it seemed every time she was able to drink some of his valuable fluid, he would eject more into her mouth. To her it seemed to go on forever, it did the same for him, and he was in heaven.

Finally, the semen slowed, then stopped flowing, and he began to soften. Kathy did not remove her mouth from him, until she was sure he was empty, and perfectly clean. When his head popped free of her mouth, she began licking the sides, his testicles, and any area of his body that semen had fallen on.

Andy kissed her passionately. "Little girl, I can't believe you did that."

"Big guy, I told you, if you don't try it, you'll never know if you like it or not."

"What was your decision?"

"I would do it with you, over and over again, because you don't use your hands on me. Randy is one quarter your size, and every time I did that for him, he used his hands to force me down at the same time he used his hips to force his prick into my throat. He said, "He loves the feeling of power he has over me when he does it that way. When I yelled at him and told him I don't like it, and we get into a big argument over it, he threatens me with the pictures he took of me at my Confirmation. I'm sure he still has them, but I prayed to God there in a safe place. If my folks ever find out about them, and they see the way I'm living now, without working, they would say it was my idea, and disown me. I would kill myself before that happened, because I love both of them so much."