Ann: The Married Years Ch. 52

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"Did you get that? Tell me you got that," Valerie squealed excitedly as she jumped up and down in the other hotel room. She'd raced in after she and Kendrick had finished with Dale.

Rose grinned as she started removing her clothes. "I got it all, Val. Give me a half-hour with Anna and then I'll head off to my studio to make the tapes."

"Better make that an hour," Ann replied sexily as she lounged on the well-used bed she was on. The come-hither look in her eyes making Rose wet with anticipation.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Kendrick walked in and Valerie went from elation to panic. "Baby, did you leave him in there alone? What if he -"

"He's out, Kitten. You're safe. You'll always be safe."

"But he was... wait. How is he out?"

"I'd rather not say, but he'll be fine."

Gloria had just finished dressing and putting on the wig she'd been wearing as Miss Anderson, a precaution she'd taken from the start. "Good. That'll make this easier. Come on Alexis, I need your help."

"Help with what?" Ann called out as the two of them went to attend to Dale.

"You're not supposed to know. The rest of this is up to Neil. See you guys at the party tomorrow night!" she said as she closed the door.

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Dale felt the car stop, but that had happened literally dozens and dozens of times since he came to. This time it was different though, because he knew the engine had shut off. He didn't bother trying to move. He'd already tested the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. And screaming wasn't an option because he'd been gagged again. The biggest difference between this and how he was tied at the hotel, besides his feet tied together and his hands behind his back, was the hood over his head. He began to wonder if the guy that was with his wife was actually a thug and he was about to be eliminated.

The trunk popped open and he was lifted out and dragged. It was obvious two men were taking him somewhere and he started sweating again. He didn't know what happened, other than he had either passed out or been knocked out after the ordeal at the hotel was over. Worse, he didn't know what was about to happen.

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He was hot, his ass sweating on the metal chair he was sitting on. It seemed like he'd been sweating for days.

His entire body was sore, but mostly it was the after effects he felt in his ass, the throbbing inside his anal cavity a constant reminder that he'd been violated. The pain in his jaw was almost debilitating. On top of that he had a massive headache. As much as he tried it was impossible to convince himself it had all been a bad dream.

Dale didn't know how long he'd been sitting in the small dark room. It was nearly pitch black, only a sliver of light coming from under the crack of the door.

He been tossed inside onto the concrete floor. His binds were cut with another knife, but the voice that told him to get dressed wasn't the one that was with Valerie. Neither was the one that told him to sit in the chair when he finished.

He found his clothes in a trash bag, although his underwear had been replaced by a big pair of granny panties. Since they were the only clean item in the bag, he put them on. While it could have been humiliating it wasn't on the top ten list of the things he'd never want to remember from the last twenty-four hours. But he knew it was unlikely he be able to forget any of them.

He heard the door lock release, a voice from an unseen speaker startling him.

"Please step through the door, Mr. Bowen."

He did, knowing if he didn't, he might never escape. Instead of some medieval torture chamber it was simply a mostly empty room. In the middle was a large table on top of a larger oriental carpet. Hanging over the top was a light, the rest of the room shrouded in darkness. There was a man in a sharp tailored suit sitting at the table, a single empty chair directly across from him.

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Bowen."

Dale sat down, taking a bottle of water from the stranger. Downing almost all if it, the gentleman nodded. "Get him another please. He's a bit dehydrated. And some fruit to snack on."

Out of nowhere a huge specimen of a man appeared with two more waters and a banana.

"I trust you like bananas. I understand you like the phallic shape."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Dale snapped, tired of being in the middle of whatever this was. All he could think about was finding a way out. Once he did all he'd have to do was make a phone call. Being buddies with a cop had proven to be a huge stroke of luck. He was certain once he told Bill about what happened, the entire sheriff's department would be behind him. That's how it worked when you had an in with the law.

"Unrefined, just like Miss said," he laughed.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"My name is Charles Luckwald. I represent Miss Anderson, as you know her," he said. It was the private investigator that worked for Todd Armstrong, Neil and Ann's wealthy industrialist friend who was helping them carry out the plan. And he was pretending to represent the fictional Miss Anderson.

"Right. The bitch that lured me into this trap!"

"There was no luring. And no trap. Need I remind you that you signed up for this. And as always, Miss was very clear that you did not have to be a part of it. No one forced you. You did this to yourself, Mr. Bowen."

"Yeah, let me at her and we'll see who gets forced."

"I suppose it would be an opportune time to remind you that you signed an agreement that among other things has a clause about making threats against my client."

"Your client?"

"I'm on retainer with Miss. Once a month I find myself having to clean up after one of her dalliances, as she calls them. This one in particular I knew would be ugly."

"And just why is that?"

"Several reasons. She's started playing with men that are, well, not to be rude... but uneducated. That creates more problems for me when the party is over. Plus, you made the unfortunate mistake of being married."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I won't go into too many details, but Miss Anderson is divorced, ironically from a prominent Los Angeles divorce attorney. They were a power couple, and the break-up became a power struggle. Oddly enough she won. She flies to the bay area once a month to discretely play her games. She finds a woman to participate that she connects with, and entrusts them to find a suitable man to be their bitch. However, she doesn't tell the woman involved that the man must be single. She assumes that is a given. In her mind, people in relationships that are committed shouldn't cheat. Miss is none too pleased with Alexis. She won't be joining Miss again in the future."

"That's wonderful. And I'm leaving," he said, his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness enough to see a door. He stood, and said, "Since you told me where she's from and who she was married to, I'm sure the cops can figure out who she is."

"Where are you going?"

"To find a payphone. I have to make a phone call."

"Please have a seat. I'd hate to have tell them to tie you again." He nodded toward the corners and Dale sensed movement. "Surely you're wanting to move past that experience."

Sitting, Dale shrugged. "Call now, call later... I'm still making the call. You won't stop that no matter how much power she thinks she has." Lifting a briefcase from his side, Charlie placed it on the table. Dale recognized its design immediately. "Where'd you get that?"

"Delivered to me via a courier service this morning. I want you to pay close attention Mr. Bowen. This is important. I have a lot to explain and I'm only going to do it once. If you're not smart enough to grasp the seriousness of the situation you've put yourself in, I'm not going to waste my time by repeating myself."

"Okay, you've got my attention."

"Good. First, calling Deputy Allen will not help you."

"What?"

"Deputy William C. Allen. 32 years-old, single, lives outside Modesto. Father deceased. Mother lives Elk Grove. Two sisters that live out of state. Been with the department three years. He can't help you."

Dale panicked that he knew his friend by name, and he apparently had details about him. Charlie pulled out a folder and opened it, pulling out a stack of pictures and papers.

"Deputy Allen is currently in State Police custody. He's been arrested on charges of false arrest, intimidation of a citizen and corruption. In lieu of that his employment has been terminated. Here's a picture of you, captured from the on-board camera system of the police unit that Deputy Allen called for back-up to take your brother-in-law, Sean Franklin to the county lockup. This picture shows you clearly at the scene of the unlawful arrest of Mr. Franklin. You were there as part of an unauthorized ride-along. The video unit was on, so all of this was recorded. As a matter of fact, the audio recorder inside Deputy Allen's car was also on. He failed to turn it off. Apparently, he never realized that you were going to confess to a crime. We'll get back to that in a bit."

Another folder was opened, and Charlie said, "Miss Anderson had you investigated. She has all the men she plays with investigated. She only looks for one thing to start. If they are single, well... everyone has a good time. If she finds out you're married, she gives instructions to dig deeper. Alexis gave her your name as a potential candidate for one of her dalliances. Imagine her surprise to find you were involved in the committing of numerous crimes."

"This is all bullshit! That was a legitimate arrest. Sean had that coming! He was looking around town for me, threatening to kick my ass!"

"As I said before, we'll circle back to Mr. Franklin, including the reason he might have wanted to, in your words, kick your ass. Let's discuss what else Miss Anderson found."

He pulled out yet another folder; one that was much thicker. Dale had begun to perspire again, the news that the conversations he'd had with his friend in the squad car had been taped causing a flash of panic. Not to mention that that same friend was apparently behind bars. He wondered what else was going to be brought up.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Once Miss discovered you were married and more than willing to cheat on your wife, she launched a deeper background check to find out where else your immoral compass was pointing you. This incident with you being involved in police corruption was a big enough red flag that she felt compelled to act. Particularly because you were trying to cover up the fact that you raped your wife."

"What!? I never --"

Raising his hand, Charlie signaled. The audio of the conversation between Dale and his deputy friend played. It spelled out exactly why Sean was looking for him and why he wanted to beat him to the punch by having him arrested on some trumped-up charge. Charlie signaled again and the sound cut out.

"There you are on tape, basically implying that you didn't want him beating the crap out of you, and insinuating the reason why. And then we have your confession." The audio from the tape Rose made of what he'd said the previous night began to play. When Charlie signaled to halt that one, he leaned forward. "That's you admitting that you didn't think what you did was actually wrong. I'm hear to tell you that in any state in this country, what you did constitutes as rape. You simply cannot sexually assault someone on the pretext that it's okay because you're married. That person still has rights."

"That's not a confession. That was said under duress!"

"Perhaps. I believe there's more than enough to make it stick. A jury may or may not see it that way. But understand that Miss Anderson is fully prepared to go in that direction should your wife want to see you prosecuted. At this point in time, she doesn't. But that doesn't mean she's forgiven you. She's moving on, Mr. Bowen. And we've put things in place to help with that."

"Just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it implies," Charlie stated calmly as he opened the file. He began pulling out papers, describing what each one was. "This is a copy of the petition for an expedited divorce decree, signed by you, witnessed by a second party and notarized by a third."

"You mean Alexis and that bitch! They made me sign that!"

"Here a picture of you smiling as you signed all of the documents, Mr. Bowen. Please keep in mind that this is notarized, and it was done right in front of you. Pictures document everything you did last night."

"But I didn't know what I was signing. I thought...."

"Not reading a legal document is no excuse in the eyes of the law. This is pretty iron-clad, I'm afraid. The petition was filed in court this morning, and because you've waived all your spousal rights a writ will be executed by Monday."

"So, I'm divorced as of Monday? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"This is nothing to kid about, Mr. Bowen. Neither is getting away with rape, which she's allowing you to do at the moment. We can always revisit that if she so chooses. She has up to two years before the statute of limitations runs out, but I'm working on the process of filing a petition to extend it because of the evidence we have. The extenuating circumstances of this case are mind-boggling."

"I can't believe this is happening."

"Pretty sure she must have thought that exact thing when you were assaulting her. This is a petition that says you are giving up all parental rights to your daughter, excluding the obligation of child support and medical care until she reaches age eighteen. There are no visitation rights, and no physical, verbal or written contact allowed. This was signed by you, witnessed and notarized. Here's the picture you doing that, again with a huge smile on your face."

"I can't see my daughter... ever?"

"Apparently, I can't say this enough. You sexually assaulted your wife. As far as I'm concerned you should be in prison. For whatever reason she doesn't want that to happen if it can be avoided. So, we'll try this approach for now. But that does mean you have no rights to see her. You signed that away last night in hopes of having a threesome with a pretty barmaid. But we'll come back to that as well.

"These are restraining orders signed by a judge this morning. They prohibit you from going to your home, her parents' home and the bar you were in last night. There are also personal protection orders that keep you from coming within 500 yards of your, well, she's your ex-wife now, isn't she? This also applies to your daughter, her parents, her brother, any of her other immediate family, and Alexis."

"Alexis? Why the hell would I have to stay away from Alexis?"

"Because Miss Anderson believes you are a threat to all women. And since you've shown a sexual interest in her, and you're a known rapist, that's a chance we cannot allow."

"This is so fucked up."

"Indeed. This is called a quit claim deed. In states that you are turning over the house to your ex-wife. You will still remain on the deed of the house so it will not have to be refinanced. The house is hers. She will make the payments and she would receive all of the money in the event she decides to sell it, which she can do at any time without notifying you. Please understand that if for any reason she stops paying on the house, the bank will come after you for all back payments, and current payments until the mortgage is paid in full. But, if that happens, while you'd have to catch up the payments, you would then become the owner and you'd be able to sell it."

"Gee, great," he said sarcastically.

"Take whatever silver lining you can get. Once again, you signed this, it was witnessed and notarized. This was filed in court today, and will be finalized within a month. That said, the restraining and personal protection orders prevent you from going there. As of this moment you're technically homeless. She gets her car and all the furnishings in the house. You do get to keep your truck, your clothes and all your tools. It's in her best interest that you get a job to pay the child support and the medical insurance on your daughter. Oh, and if I didn't mention it before, you also have to medically insure your ex-wife."

Charlie let out a chuckle when he pulled out the next paper. "This might be my favorite thing Miss has ever done. This is a copy of the agreement you signed with Miss, authorizing her to create a scenario that would allow you to have a threesome. Within it, it states that she is to organize a sexual tryst between you and two other people, and that all expenses will be covered by you. This is a copy of the hotel bill, paid for by your credit card. This is a copy of a receipt for sexual toys. The itemized list includes bondage rope, a ball gag, a strap-on harness fitted with an 8-inch dildo, and a large jar of Vaseline lubricant. This was billed to your hotel room, as they were instructed to provide those for you. You can see here that those items are on the bill the Marriott had you sign for.

"This is a copy of the invoice for Red Rocket Video Productions. This was also added to the bill from the Marriott, as you can see here on the invoice you signed for. Red Rocket was contracted on your behalf via the agreement you signed with Miss to document your threesome for future viewing pleasure. As you can see by this itemized invoice the package you selected includes a multi-camera film shoot, with high-quality movie editing, and three copies of the feature-film length tape. One copy has already been given to your ex-wife as a memento. One is for you. The third will be placed in Miss Anderson's secure vault as insurance."

"Oh, I get it. So, she can blackmail me with it later, the fucking cunt!"

"Actually, it's the exact opposite. If you recall, Miss explained to you that one of the things you were agreeing to is that you won't blackmail her in any way. Unfortunately, because you've proven to be the type of man you are, having multiple criminal charges pending against you, she's been forced to take the preventative measures that are clearly spelled out in that agreement. If you attempt to do anything unscrupulous toward her, in any way, she will indeed use the tapes. Or any other means necessary to protect herself and her career. Trust me, it's really in your best interest to behave and let them remain in her vault.

"A couple more things. First, we've tagged your social security number. Anywhere you try to work legitimately, you'll have your wages garnished to cover the child support. And in case you get any ideas of continuing to work for cash under the table to hide assets, here's a list we compiled of the last four people you've worked for on side jobs. We've contacted all of them to let them know if they continue to operate that way they'll be reported to the state and the IRS. If you go two months without paying your ex-wife, we'll find out where you're making money. We found these. It wasn't that hard.

"Second, your ex-wife has petitioned to change her name back to her maiden name of Franklin. I'm sure you don't really care about that. But this document that's signed by you, and both witnessed and notarized, says that you agree to allow your daughter to have her last name changed from Bowen to Franklin for her self-image. There's nothing worse than being the daughter of a rapist and having that hanging over her head the rest of her life. Since you're not going to be a part of her life, there's no sense letting this ugly episode ruin her future too."

Charlie put all the papers back in the briefcase and closed it. Clasping his hands, he stared directly into the eyes of a man that was becoming more broken by the second.