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Title of this update: Utility Worker Revenge Part 4
By POW
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There came a day when the routine changed. By Sam’s count they were at nineteen strokes per minute when the first hint came wafting through the oarlocks: the smell of gunsmoke. This was different but not different enough to merit Sam’s attention and so he remained focused on his rowing, pushing and pulling the long wooden handle back and forth. But then there came voices: loud, shouting voices bellowing words Sam could not make out. Louder they grew, and then other voices joined in, fainter and more distant. Fuck! The Royal Navy had caught up with them, despite all their efforts to keep ahead! Sam leaned into the oar even harder but after only a dozen strokes a great blow struck the side of the ship and suddenly there was no weight in Sam’s arms.
He stared dumbfounded at the stump of oar for long seconds before realizing what had happened: something, probably a cannonball, had blasted off the other end, leaving just the splintered wreckage in his hand. Sam turned to his oarmate – whose name he still did not know after all this time – to see if he had any idea what to do, but the man was slumped over in his seat, leaning against the outer wall which, Sam suddenly noticed, had also taken some of the impact. Cracks and fissures appeared where there had been none before.
Cracks and fissures in an ocean-going vessel’s hull were not good. Not good at all.
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James is stripped down with his legs spread in the air, and there’s nothing covering his tight virgin arsehole but a thin nearly transparent layer of white fabric. His hefty genitals are nicely bundled up in that pouch. He’s terrified as they hover around him, sliding hands under the fabric of those briefs and tearing them away so he’s fully exposed. That arse is so tight and puckered, and no matter how tightly he clenches his sphincter there’s no stopping them from sliding into him whenever they want.
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Hung Jacob might not be used to this kind of expert punishment, but this prisoner can certainly take it! The captive has had his hole plugged and his balls tugged, but after being stretched out by his hands and ankles, his long dick and plump little arse are taking a good flogging from Master Kane! The prisoner clearly loves it, sticking his hot little butt out for more of that delicious agony.
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Voices erupted from the gallery. The shabby small-town lawyer blinked as if blindsided, his face somehow managing to comically express both consternation that he wouldn’t need any of the arguments he had assembled and relief that they wouldn’t get eviscerated by his opponent. The opponent, meanwhile, simply opened up his briefcase and started packing papers into it, just another day’s work, this one easier than most. Bystanders in the courtroom gossiped with their neighbors; the deputies smirked knowingly at each other; the bailiff watched the judge for a cue what he should do.
The sheriff was the only one actually looking at Sam and the expression on his face was that of a cat eyeing a trapped mouse. Sam met his eyes and stared, letting the clamor in the courtroom wash over him until Judge Jack banged his gavel on the bench. “Order!” The voices died down and calm settled once again over the courtroom.
“Let the record show that the defendant has pled guilty to all charges. Sam Green, I hereby sentence you to hard labor, sentence to commence immediately and continue until restitution for your crimes has been made. Sheriff, you’ll see to the details? Dismissed!” The gavel came down again. Bystanders stood and began filing out; the maître d’ and the various Jack clones in their various outfits left through other doors, and in short order the space was empty save for Sam and Sheriff Jack.
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