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Bad End
Ending #5
Equal Trade
“So I take it you understand the terms of our business?”
“Yes, I believe so. You guys make it look like we’ve been a horrible accident where it is likely there would be unrecoverable body, and you get to keep her in trade.” Eric Johnson
“That sums it up quite nicely. Does anyone know that you both came here?”
“Not at all. I just told her I had a job interview downtown, and since I don’t have my driver’s license yet, she had to drive me. I memorized the directions from the email, then deleted it, so there’s no paper trail.”
“Excellent.” The businessman smiled at another transaction well on the way to being finalized. “Now, I just want to make one thing clear. After today, you will never be able to see your mother again, and I assure you her fate will be most unpleasant. What makes you hate her so?” The businessman always asked a question like this, to ensure that the justification for the trade was strong. Any weak answers would reveal great risk that the client could reveal the deal to police. Not like that mattered, though; the firm had a ‘one location, one trade’ policy. The client’s mother sat at what appeared to be the reception desk of “Wentler and Sons Law Associates”, it was actually just a rented two room office, hastily decorated to allay suspicions.
Eric Johnson looked the businessman in the eye and showed his burning hatred for the woman that raised him. “That overprotective bitch has done nothing but cripple my life. I’m 19 years old and she still won’t let me get my driver’s license. Crushing curfews, strict rules, and she’s never even home to cook a goddamn meal. I know her law firm has a huge insurance policy set up for her family, so she is honestly worth more to me ‘dead’ than she is alive.”
The businessman could tell that Eric’s hatred was true. “Would you like to say goodbye to your mother?”
Eric thought for a moment. “No. Just give that bitch my worst regards and make sure she knows that everything you do to her is because she was such an overprotective cunt.” Harsh words from a supposed love one. The businessman liked that.
“Now, let us just take care of the product and we can get you on your way.”
Rachel Johnson sat in reception area with her slender legs crossed below the knee. She had worn her usual business attire of a tight knee-high skirt and fine silk blouse, one size too small to accentuate her bust. For a moment, Rachel lamented the difficulties of single motherhood. Six years ago, her husband Jacob died in a car accident, leaving Rachel to raise their son alone. Now, Eric was nearly a grown man, but the forty-year old mother was still unable to let her son be a true individual. The very thought of him driving a car horrified her, bringing back painful memories of the accident that claimed her husband’s life.
Her fear had led her into the current situation. The desire to see her only child succeed but the inability to accept her son’s independence left Rachel Johnson with only one real option. Rachel was too caught up in her own fear to see that her son was slowly starting to reach the breaking point, until finally he snapped.
Today was the day Rachel Johnson paid for her sins.
Eric watched his mother in the
reception area via a small TV in the backroom.
The agreement was finalized with nothing more than a handshake; any
paper trail here could prove to be disastrous. The plan was rather simple; the
businessman would arrange for a car accident off of
The reality, though, was much more pleasing for the business. Rachel Johnson would be removed from her son’s life, permanently, while the business would receive the rights to her body for years to come. Both parties were thrilled with the transaction, making it a truly equal trade.
The two men nodded at each other, and the businessman entered a code into his laptop. Through the monitor, Eric could see a wispy gas filling the reception area. His mother noticed the pervading and began to cough, not yet realizing the resultant dulling of her senses. She stood up and dropped her magazine and purse as she made a made dash for the front door, but it was remotely locked. She banged on the door, but her physical strength was already sapped. Weaker and weaker she grew, until finally she slumped against the door and passed out. With their victim subdued, the businessman pressed another button, and the toxic gas cloud retreated from the room.
“Thank you for your business, Eric. An associate will be with you shortly to set up the accident. I’ll be taking the woman off your hand now.” Eric smiled back at the businessman, knowing that, between his mother’s life insurance and their accumulated wealth, he would never have to work another day in his life. As far as he was concerned, he got the much better end of the trade.
The businessman, on the other hand, thought he had received the better end of the deal. Attractive women aren’t cheap, and car accidents are easy to fake. A quick glance over the defenseless woman gave the businessman a good idea of her type. She was clearly a traditional tease, wearing tight shirts and short skirts, but never putting out. At the very least, she would need to be broken of her sexually conservative nature, and the businessman knew exactly where to start.
Several hours later, the effects of the gas started to clear from Rachel Johnson’s mind. She could tell she was somewhere she had never been before, the combination of sounds and smells entirely unique in her mind. As she returned further and further into full consciousness, she began to realize the horrors of her situation. To either side and across the room, she could see naked women bound and ball gagged, hanging above and against wall-mounted urinals. The chill wind Rachel felt across her flesh made her realize that she too was bound in such a position. A closer look at the other women made Rachel realize what that smell was; human cum, which caked each and every one of the women in the room. It dripped from their mouths, tits, and cunts. It encrusted their thighs, and puddle on the floor. These women were clearly used for nothing but sex.
“Nrrrrgggfffff” moaned Rachel as she tried to free herself, but her bindings held. As she struggled futilely, a man in a business suit walked up to her.
“Rachel Johnson, I have a message from your son.” Rachel perked up and paid attention. What were these monsters doing to her son? “He just wanted to let you know that he is the one that did this to you, as payback for your insane overprotective nature.”
Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Eric… set her up? How was that possible? Her sense of betrayal was interrupted by the now stripped man. With one swift motion, he shoved his erect penis into Rachel Johnson, former wife, former mother, and former power lawyer. She winced in pain as she forcefully began her new life as a sexual toilet.
BAD END #5
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