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The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

Date: 10/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Oral Sex, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

owner sang like a bird in an effort to save his own skin. The FBI sought arrest warrants against the Mitchells aka Vernon and Ethel Daly, Ted Lyons, and one Thad Tompkins, the father who had fucked his eighteen year-old daughter in the Mitchells’ living room, among others. I shuddered to think what he did behind closed doors. We served the warrants Sunday morning shortly before Rev. Mitchell was to drive to the tabernacle for Sunday services. I left Denise in the hotel, returning to Chosen for the first time in more than a month. I exited the car, leaving the other agents behind as I walked up the steps to the door. Ethel answered, took one look at me, and began to scream, “Why aren’t you on your knees? Get down there before I beat your ass bloody, you worthless slave.” “Shut up, Ethel. Get out of my way. Where’s your husband?” “The same place he is every Sunday morning—in his den meditating in preparation for the day’s services.” “Good,“ I said as the female officer began her climb up the steps. “Ethel Daly, you’re under arrest for….” I listed almost forty charges as the female officer cuffed her hands behind her back and led her down the steps to the waiting car. I found Martin/Vernon slugging down Old Turkey from a large glass with a few ice cubes in it. “I’d drink like that, too if I’d done some of the things you’ve done, Vernon.” “Who? What are you doing here? Where’s your collar? Why are you dressed?” “First of all, I know you’re really Vernon Daly. Second, I have a ... warrant here for your arrest. I’m just hoping you’ll struggle…maybe try to fight me. I’ve already taken you down once, Vernon.” “So, that was you.” “Yeah, I was acting on a warrant to install surveillance in your home. The FBI has recorded everything that’s happened here for more than a month. Kind of poetic justice, wouldn’t you say? How many homes did you bug? Now…on your feet; turn around and place your hands against the wall. I’m sure you’ve done this before.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. He took a swing, but missed as I blocked the blow with my arm. I kneed him in the groin and pinned him against the wall in response. He turned, offering no resistance. We both knew he was beaten. I snapped the cuffs tightly around his wrists before patting him down. How interesting—he had a .32 caliber revolver in a holster in his right rear pocket. That would be another charge—we learned later that the gun was not registered. Another agent took him down to the car. I led Jesse and a couple of technicians up the stairs. They couldn’t believe the number of computers and monitors in the loft. All were active at this time of day. We left the techs to their work; we drove to our next location. Mrs. Lyons answered the door. I recalled her name—Ellen, if I remembered correctly. She, too, inquired about my collar. I asked for Ted. He crawled into the room naked and collared. “I’ll have your pistol and your badge, Ted. I suggest you dress. I have a warrant for your arrest. Don’t try ...