I was So Happy about My Promotion Ch. 02

I was So Happy About My Promotion Part Two

Rat Fuck The Rat Fuckers.

Author's Note. This part two is kind of a complex true story shooting now into the dangerous liaisons type of story, I go back and forth in Ella's family life and bear with me I'm trying to set the table for what I think will be a wild ride. There will be elements of bigamy, interracial, loving wives, abuse, BDSM, betrayal and perfidy of the rankest order. I always try to let the story come from my characters and my memory of course. Cheers and be kind.

We first found the loving wife and mother Ella Syvruud here:

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It had been a tumultuous time for Ella whose husband Erik was a bigamist and had another family and seemingly set out to destroy me the mother of some of his kids. Our whole marriage was a sham. He had another family.

Jimmy had immediately asked the court for a separation asserting physical abuse and serial infidelity as well. There was evidence attached, videos of me being tied up without consent and whipped, gagged. My nipples were pierced and weights attached to them and linked to piercings on clitoral hood and labia. Men struck me cat of nine tails, crops, ping pong paddles, hairbrushes (both sides), men watched while Jimmy fisted my cunt and ass, others whacked my ass and titties simultaneously, Jimmy edited the video frame by frame cutting out my orgasms and squirting.

Jimmy used a high end investigation firm not domiciled in this country and there were time stamped videos fucking Israeli women in Jerusalem and Lebanese women, Syrian women and Palestinian women.

Erik was a member of Mossad and other clandestine Israeli entities. I asked Jimmy,

"Why me? Were Dave and (my parents) in all of this in some way?"

Jimmy shrugged.

"We need to fly to Homer, Alaska to talk to my dad, Dave Fitzgerald, under the radar. When Isabella got to prison she sent me an email that asserted that Dad was aware of all of this. Jimmy arranged a charter from Boeing Field aboard an old C-130 Hercules that had rudimentary canvas seats. They're turboprop four engine planes and this version had external fuel tanks.

The cabin was pressurized and the flight was bumpy. Jimmy gently face fucked standing in front of me, as my tongue slobbered on his baseball sized testicles and I felt his monster bumping into my esophagus, I felt his nut sack tighten on my tongue and it pulsed as my tummy took his seed.

I turned him around and pulled his pants and his pink Calvin Klein's down (pink? Note to self) spread his cheeks and ate his ass, the skunkiness of his crotch and the so very nice ass smell. I hummed and ate and his huge dick got so hard again and I asked him to stretch my little poop chute.

I gave him some Vaseline to lube me up and he put several fingers in my ass and was banging me hard and the wonderful feeling just below my belly button started to get near cumming and then his baseball bat got in the game and the fucking pain and then he was there and I shrieked "Finally Jimmy, you're in me!"

"That's just the head sweety," and he squirted more Vaseline and finally he was in.

"Pull on your nipples and he started strumming my clit and I heard Roberta Flack singing her song about this young boy singing my life...killing me softly with his song and I came hard on his bat and I passed out.

I was asleep in Jimmy's arms and it was a bumpy ass ride and I was spewing Jimmy's cum out of my ass, not that anyone would notice on this piece of shit rust bucket. I noticed the declination of sound from the props which was like a bunch of mad hornets to maybe fruit flies. Then this disembodied voice saying to secure your seatbelt prepare for landing. Twenty seconds later and there were multiple, audible chirps from the wheels landing and then the nose.

We left at six a.m. and it was now ten forty five a.m. as we rolled up pointing outboard to the two landing strips and the engines all shut down and the rear ramp dropped open. My dress was up my crack cemented in there with dried cum.

We rented a 1990 Isuzu Trooper SUV, 3.0 liter V-4 with cruise control power steering, fuel injected with autolocking hubs, five speed with exhaust pipes coming out of the front wheel well and running all the way up to the roof. Off road vehicles best buy of the year some thirty five years ago and lovingly restored.

Jimmy put dad's address into his smart phone and fired up the trooper which belched with a bwap-bwap noise. He let the brake off and just released the clutch slowly turned the steering wheel a bit and straightened the wheel out and depressed the clutch and put the transmission into second gear and released the clutch slowly, the mufflers telling the community we were moving.

Bwaaaaap a brap brap and out into the main drag, sticking in second until the sign said forty five, then some gas, Bwaaaaap and shift to third and a higher pitched Bwaaaaap. The sign changed to sixty and fourth gear and she was feeling it, awaaaaaah and she was doing seventy five and shift into fifth and then she was purring."

"My God Jimmy what is this rig, baby?"

"She be a bad bitch, like a midnight blue ho leaning up against a wall down a dark alley, wondering when the dick in her was going to be done. We have someone following us in a Jeep. Please scootch down in your seat."

Downshifting to fourth, Jimmy punched this mean little ho and she screamed awaaaaaaaaaaaaaah and back into fifth and he double clutched to keep the rpms up and he was doing one hundred and twenty and then he down shifted quickly into fourth and then again to third and we skidded into a turn into a dirt road and we stopped. The bitch be purring.

"My dad rebuilt one for me, sturdy little cunt, pretty much take what you give her and ask is that all you got."

We heard the jeep fly past and we edged through the forest for a bit and came onto a small two lane road that too us to my dad's place.

My dad was standing outside his front door. There were crab traps stacked up everywhere and two three quarter ton GMC pick ups from the eighties both kind of rusted out around the wheel wells, both had stacks up the back of the cabs.

There was coffee inside. We all sat around a battered, but clean kitchen table as the main stove was an old six burner wood fired stove and an old steel percolator with the glass bubble on top, it was fifteen inches tall at least. There was a cast iron frying pan that was full of cornbread. There were four jars of preserves with labels, Salmon berries that looked apricot in color, cranberries that sort of looked like raspberries color wise, blueberries and watermelon berries. There was honey and big chunks of butter.

We ate and drank coffee, my dad offered me a Marlboro cigarette and there was more coffee and I was nibbling still.

Jimmy then handed to my dad a legal brief starting with:

1. Isabella's bigamy;

2. Isabella's email claiming Dave knew of what she was doing;

3. Erik's perfidy, including bigamy and attempt to entrap me;

4. The day's events of us being followed out of Homer;

5. Why was Dave's life involved?

"Honey, "my dad said, "this is going to be convoluted and I apologize beforehand. During Desert Storm, I was an embedded Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) with the U.S. Marines attached to the First Marine Division with Grizzly task force. I was a tank driver in the ancient M-60 main battle tank which dated from the mid-1950s and like all Marines it was full speed ahead against the Iraqi T-72 and their APC the BTR.

The Iraqis were veterans of the fierce fight against Iran and that machinery was more modern than what we had, but we annihilated them. I was also interrogating any survivors especially about WMDs and locations of their SCUD medium rang ICBMs. Tracking along behind us in old Toyota flatbeds were Israeli Mossad agents, who would further interrogate the Iraqi prisoners and then kill them."

"I had been in the DIA since 1979. Your mom and I married in 1976, I was at the University of Washington and she was in one of my classes and she went after me with ferocity and we got married. She is not Guatemalan nor Hispanic, she is Israeli and her family were Holocaust survivors. Mossad had people all over American college campuses and they targeted people, sleeper stuff like the Soviets did. She was playing a role and I loved her with all my heart and my up channel supervisors were suspicious of her and followed her electronically and as well with agents.

She under the guise of compromising others, men and women fucked dozens of people. So ultimately I did know, but I detest her. I meant nothing more to her than the other people she fucked and entrapped. If I saw her walking down the street I'd kill her."

" Erik is Mossad too and they wanted to use you to get at me."

Jimmy explained what he'd done for me with the restraining order, separation and physical abuse with evidence.

My dad asked me, "He abused you?"

I looked down and started sobbing. He looked to Jimmy.

"Whipping, crops, other men and women beating her, I have evidence," said Jimmy.

"I'll beating him and his woman, " said Dad."

There were Huskies all around his property and they started howling. He opened a trap door in the floor and put me down there immediately, there was a ladder and some fifteen stairs down into a stone room with another wood stove. I had to light it as the room was freezing cold.

I was there for almost two hours and I was worried. The door opened and Jimmy yelled to come up. I did.

In the kitchen were three men and a woman trussed up. All of them were wounded, but field dressed.

"Do you know any of them, honey," Dad asked."

"All of them are on the videos beating me."

Dad looked to Jimmy who nodded yes.

The first man was hung from a hook in the ceiling and he was whipped across his back, butt and legs. Then his nipples were whipped with the cat of nine as was his dick and nut sack, he passed out. It went like that until it was the woman's turn and I said, she had fun with my tits. It did not go well for her.

He had a long distance radio encrypted phone and he called Erik.

"Shalom," said Erik.

My dad said, "I have hanging from ceiling three men and a woman that beat Ella. They're not dead yet, close but not, the woman is in the worst way. Erik, put your affairs in order, you may as well kill your wife and kids, because nowhere you go will I not find all of you. They will not die fast, so this is some mercy for you."

I said, "Hey you fucking cocksucker you still want me to fuck your boss?"

"He said, "Ella it's not what you think."

I said, "Bigamist! I will help my father do the honorable thing with you and your cunt wife and spawn."

My dad hung up and he said, "We need to run."

Jimmy said, "I have a gassed up C-130 at the airport."

Into Jimmy's Isuzu we were in fifteen minutes and we were blasting down the road and my dad looked at Jimmy and said, "What the fuck is this thing?"

Jimmy said, "Oh my dad restored it and he has rental car business in Homer."

Bwaaaaaaaaaap, awaaaaaah and soon we were aloft.

By the time we put down at Boeing Field, some high level diplomacy had occurred.

Erik, wife and kids were wending their way towards Tel Aviv.

End

I Was So Happy About My Promotion.