Go to work

You head on to work, eager to see how grim things are looking for Jim. Considering what you found, his life should be a disaster by now. Hell, that car next door might be from the People’s Police, telling Susan and Paisley that he’s already been apprehended.

When you get to work, you go right into Mr. Powers’ office as instructed, assuming a bonus and a ‘thank you’ are coming.

“Please have a seat.” His tone is not excited. Somewhat perplexed, you sit. “Did you come in late last night and run a series of reports on a guy named Jim Butler?”

You nod.

“Are you aware that he’s the senior Vice President of the Foundation for American Greatness? A major influencer and campaign contributor in this state.” Your boss asks.

You didn’t really know what Jim did for a living. But if this is true, it should be even better for you. “Good thing I exposed him as a fucking Socialist.” You say.

Mr. Powers grumbles. “Who paid the $500 fee we charge people for processing someone?” He seems upset. Suddenly you realize you might not be in for a good day.

“Well… no one… but he’s my neighbor and I was starting to suspect… something.”

“And does this have anything to do with the girl who posted that video about you fucking her brains soft last night?” Your boss asks. Apparently you’re more recognizable in that video than you thought.

“That shouldn’t matter.” You’re suddenly very defensive. “That guy is a traitor!”

Mr. Powers raises his hand to quiet you. “Look, we run a business here. A business that depends on support from our Governor. We make money and we don’t make waves.” He seems to be unhappy with what you found. You can’t believe it. Does this guy even care about America? Is he really suggesting what it seems like? “We’re going to suppress your findings. And take the payment for the job out of your check. And furthermore, your position here…” he hesitates, though it seems like he’s planned all this out. “Well perhaps we don’t need to be drastic. Perhaps we can find some duties that play up your strengths.”

It’s hard to focus on what he’s saying. You’re so damn furious. But your interest gets captured when he grabs a picture frame on his desk and flips it around for you to look at.

The picture is of two young, pretty, happy girls.

“My twin daughters.” He explains. “Don’t let the smiles fool you. They’re a couple of brats. In fact they could use some instruction from someone who wouldn’t mind giving them a good slap and a better lesson.”

You don’t respond but you’re getting the picture pretty clearly.

“What do you think? Help me out and we can forget this whole misuse of company resources ever happened.”

You agree to his deal. But you’re not going to forget so quickly that your boss would rather make a buck than defend his country. Whatever respect you may have once had for him is long, long gone. If he thinks sending you to his house and his family is a good idea, he might be in for a surprise.

How exactly? What would you do to his family to get him back for failing to defend America, then blackmailing you? Well... You’re not sure. But you’re certain you’ll figure it out soon enough.

You follow the directions he gives you to his big McMansion, feeling very ready to fuck up his daughters. You ring the bell and his freedom wife opens the door and greets you with a smile.

“Hi, I’m…” you try to greet her but she interrupts you.

“I know who you are. You’re the man he sent to **** those brats into oblivion.” She says, as if she’s been excited for it. “Please, come in.”

You follow her into the house. “So, what makes them such horrible brats?” You figure you’d better find out what kind of resistance you’re going to face.

“So many things. But mostly, the little cunts won’t stop reading.” She explains, leading you into the billiards room where you see them: Two thin, petite bodies, naked from head to toe, hands tied behind their backs, mouths stuffed with ball gags, bent over the pool table, legs spread, both tight asshole stuffed with big black toys. “I hope you don’t mind. I got them set up for you.”