Merry Effin Christmas

The end

Warning! This story contains references to non consensual sex, but it does not actually happen. One instance is stopped, one is a false claim. If even the mention rape bothers you, please read a different story.

This is part one of three, maybe four parts. Part two is finished and I will submit it in a week. Part three is almost finished. There is no sex in part one.

December 24

Normally, I would never agree to doing an extraction on Christmas Eve, but Debbie, my wife of four years, was in Tennessee visiting her dying mother. Her mother never liked me, so even though I offered to go with her, Debbie said it was her mother's request that I not come with her. She claimed there was some family business that I was not to be included in. I asked Debbie not to go without me, but she said it was important that she go. She wouldn't explain why. I asked her to reschedule for the next week, so we could spend Christmas together, but she just said we'll spend every other Christmas together. And we would have the entire week after Christmas together make up for it. This was important to her family, Sharon wasn't expected to make it to the next Christmas. My being there would upset her and they didn't want any stress on her at this time. So, my Christmas was already shot to hell. Why not work?

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Winston McAllister was a powerful lawyer in our city. Many people were afraid of him for one reason or another. His firm was responsible for many cases in our courts. Divorce, criminal, and corporate. In many cases, witnessed recanted their testimonies, some witnesses even disappeared. Nothing could ever be proven, but McAllister was suspected of paying people off behind the scenes to manipulate however suited him. Now he's the reason I'm working on Christmas Eve.

Debbie worked for Winston McAllister, but I was allowed to work the case anyway. Mainly because no one else was available on Christmas Eve, And partly because my wife didn't work directly for McAllister. She was a family lawyer, 3 floors down from McAllister's office.

We had arranged to get an agent hired as a housekeeper several weeks earlier. Alessia had time to get herself accepted fully by the rest of the staff and McAllister especially. That was a problem that almost derailed the sting when he began to work on seducing Alessia to 'work' for him. Alessia insisted that she could keep him at bay long enough to finish the assignment. She insisted mainly because she was worried about Janice McAllister, Winston's wife, and Michelle, her daughter from a previous marriage.

Janice was a beautiful woman. Tall, elegant and very sensuous. Unfortunately, Winston had married her only for her looks, not for love. He had been trying to get his wife to use her feminine wiles to seduce and persuade several judges and law enforcement officials so he could bribe them. He had a bedroom set up to videotape dalliances, then he would use them for insurance if necessary. So far, he had never had to use any of the tapes.

Janice, however, refused to 'prostitute herself' as she called it. This made McAllister, angry, and he was making plans to drug her and force her to participate. Alessia had just discovered that he had also planned to include Michelle, since she had just turned 21. She could now drink legally, so it would be no problem for him to drug her drink the night of the big Gala, Christmas Eve.

I was to sit out in my minivan, listening to a wire that Alessia was wearing, as well and monitoring several video feeds that Alessia had gotten us access to. Wait, did I say 'MY' minivan? A former army soldier, owning a security firm, driving a minivan?! Well, sort of. It's a highly modified minivan. On the inside, it has several monitors, access to firearms as needed, and One of those urinal bottle patients have to use in hospitals. The last was my personal addition. I hate sitting for a long time with no coffee. The windows had a special film that would allow anyone looking in that direction to see empty car seats in the middle, and a large dog crate in the back. Closer inspection is not as secure, but we felt that a minivan would seem more 'at home' in most neighborhoods, than a panel van just sitting for long periods of time.

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All the preparation almost went out the window when I saw a familiar looking red corvette pulling up and parking on the street, not two car lengths away from my position. I verified the license plate because I knew it by heart. It couldn't be! That car was supposed to be the next state over. My wife was visiting her mother in Tennessee! But there she was, stepping out of the car.

I didn't have time to consider the possibilities. I tried contacting HQ to call off the operation, but I heard Alessia come across the radio. Apparently, McAllister was expecting my wife and had just been informed of her arrival. Alessia, did not realize it was my wife because they just said Debbie, and it's a fairly common name. I knew who it was, though.

Why? Why was she there? Why did she tell me she was going to be in Chattanooga if she never left town. She could not have made it there and back in that amount of time. Well, she could have, but not drive and still look as stunning as she was looking tonight. She was wearing a dress I had never seen before and CFM heels. She looked like she had just come from a salon, not seven hours of driving. She reached back into the car and pulled out a small overnight bag. My heart sunk. My life was shattered in a single moment.

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Debbie and I had met in college. We were both freshman and met in basic classes. I was older than her because I had gone into the army after high school. We got our bachelors together, but she went on to law school. I had proposed during our senior year, and right after graduation, We went to Chattanooga to spend time with her mother. Her father had passed when she was eight years old and Sharon had never remarried.

Sharon spent most of out visit putting me down because I was below their station in life. They came from money, my parents are both blue collar. She had qualms with stating her case in front of me. She called me 'soldier boy' and redneck. I was very glad when we left, knowing that I'd have to put up with her again at the wedding. That was also a fiasco, with Sharon trying to convince Debbie to call it off, to 'come to to her senses.' It is no wonder that I was not expected to go with Debbie every visit home. Debbie made those trips once a month, then twice a month for the last year, and every weekend since Thanksgiving.

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I didn't expect to get an answer, but Sharon seemed glad to hear from me.

"Thomas! I'm so glad you've called. Has Debbie finally convinced you that I'm serious? I truly wish you'd forgive me!"

What? I had no clue she was expecting forgiveness. She had never apologized for anything. Debbie had never relayed and request for forgiveness.

"Sure, Sharon! I have forgiven you." I figured that was the best way to get answers.

"I'm so glad, Thomas! I'm so sorry that I gave you such a hard time! This call is so unexpected. I have been begging Debbie to bring you here for the last two years. She said you had gotten to the point that you refused to allow her to come visit me until you have forgiven me and you weren't ready. It's been almost six months since I have seen her, and I was beginning to lose hope!"

This was totally unexpected. Debbie hadn't seen her for six months? Where had she been going? I couldn't ask Sharon about Debbie not being there without raising suspicions. I had to end the conversation somehow.

"Sharon, I just wanted to ask if I could come visit you for a few days. I have a surprise for Debbie, so you can't let her know."

"That would be wonderful, Thomas! It would give us time to talk and allow me to explain some things. I'll admit that I know I was wrong. But I need to tell you so many things."

"Ok, Sharon. I'll call you in a day or so, but right now I have to go. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Tom."

Merry Fucking Christmas!

Things were not looking good for my marriage right now. My wife had been telling me she was visiting her mother, but her mother just told me otherwise. My wife was at McAllister's house, looking hot as hell, when she told me she'd be seven hours away, visiting her mother. I knew my wife worked for McAllister's firm, but why would she lie to me to come to his Christmas Gala without me. No, things were not looking good at all. I had to rely on my military training to calm down and deal with our objectives. Debbie would have to come later. I didn't think to take a picture, so I made sure all the camera feeds coming into the van were recording.

By now, everyone was inside and dinner had been served. I was trying to decide what to do, when Alessia spoke to me.

"Tom, make sure you are monitoring my mic and get ready to act. I have been selected to doctor the drinks tonight and I will need you to intervene before anything happens to Janice and Michelle. I am cutting the amount of drugs going into the drinks, but they still need to be affected a little to make it look like everything is going as planned. When I say 'sleepy,' you need to come in the back door. Follow the route we laid out and you'll fine them in the room."

"Alessia, what do you know of this Debbie that arrived earlier?"

"Not much, except that she is a regular."

Shit! Damn! Fuckety Fuck Fuck! My marriage is definitely over. It won't help matters that she is a family lawyer. Damn, she might not represent herself, but she knows other family lawyers.

No time to think about that now. I have to concentrate.

Why was she doing this? How long had it been going on? Was she just a guest, or was she having an affair with McAllister? Alessia did say she was a regular.

I was so caught up, I almost missed the word: "Sleepy"

I had to check to make sure. "Sleepy?"

"Sleepy"

I quickly got out of the van and ran to the back of the house. I saw the door I was supposed to enter. As I entered, I heard Debbie in the same direction I was supposed to go. I hesitated. She couldn't see me here, It would ruin everything. I might.. no, I would never do anything to harm her physically. My wife was talking seductively to some man!

Shit! Get control of yourself. Deal with the objective and watch the video later. I had to get McAllister's wife and daughter out of the house. They were both in danger of being raped, possibly gang banged, if I went by the number of men in attendance tonight.

I heard a door close and Debbie's voice was now muffled. I moved quietly into the hall and down to the right. I saw the door I was to enter, and crept inside. As I was entering, all doubts about my wife faded as I heard my wife's voice from the next room.

"Show me that cock! I want that big thing in my mouth. I want to suck your fat cock."

I couldn't help it. I just ran to the en-suite and hurled. I knew I couldn't save these women like this. I had to vomit and get myself together.

The two women were just rousing from sleep as we heard voices outside the door. It sounded like McAllister. I moved to the women and motioned for them to remain quiet. They were barely awake, but hopefully they would understand.

"Judge Macon," I heard from just outside the door. "You'll go first. I'll give you thirty minutes. If you want both women, and you have time, fuck them both. At the end of the thirty minutes, I'll send in the rest. If you want to stay and watch, or join in, feel free to do so. I'll be in my study if you need me."

Damn, he was cold blooded! I reached for the mini blowgun I has strapped to my arm. If only one man was coming in, I might not have to reload, but I had additional darts ready in case they were needed. I readied the blowgun and waited as the door opened. The judge saw me, but before he could react, the dart found it's target, right in the neck. The fast acting sedative had him out cold before he hit the floor. One of the women let out a short scream, but not loud enough to draw attention. So, they were awake enough to see that.

I ran to the women and quickly explain that I was getting them out of there. I walked over to the judge on the floor and deftly removed the dart and tossed it behind the dresser. A thorough search would reveal it, but I was confident I'd be long gone before that happened.

I checked the hallway and the rear exit. Seeing a clear path, I escorted the women out the door. By now, they were awake enough to run to the van with me holding on to them. I got them situated in the van and took off for my secret office. Only two other people knew of it, Alessia and my boss. With the women going missing Alessia would have to leave for her own safety. She might even be ahead of me.

I felt a hand in my shoulder and I looked up into the rear view mirror. I saw a tearful face saying "Thank you!"

I just said "You're welcome", nodded my head, and drove on in silence.

Merry Fucking Christmas!

How in the hell had my life fallen apart so completely so fast. Then I realized it hadn't been so fast, I just hadn't noticed. I had trusted my wife, so I never doubted her 'trips' she was taking to visit her mother. Had I done something to bring this about? Other than trusting her, I couldn't think of anything. Unless she blamed me for my estrangement from her mother.

I had a decision to make. After what I heard, I would not be staying with my wife. Do I go home now and pack a bag, or do I rely on what little I kept at my office? Very quickly I realized that the women in my van were my priority right now. I continued to the office.

I could put them up in the bedroom I had outfitted there for when I had to work late on cases. Now, I know what your thinking, I was always working late, giving my wife a chance to start cheating. No, I had set the bedroom up, but never had a chance to use it. My wife and I were both home on time every day. That was another reason I never suspected anything. I thought we had a perfect marriage. We were together every evening, we have a great sex life, making love or at least fucking almost every day. Sometimes more than one session per day, before going to sleep and when we got up in the morning. We took vacations to exotic locations, went on weekend trips to the mountains or the beach; what was I missing?

I got to the office and once inside, I explained to Janice and Michelle what had happened to them. They remembered Winston handing them drinks and waiting for them to drink them. They started feeling tired, then didn't remember anything until they saw me in the bedroom.

I explained where we were and showed them the facilities. I told them I might have to leave for a while and to not answer the phone or open the door. I told them the phone had an answering machine, so if i needed to call them, they could hear my voice and I gave them a code word to listen for to make sure it was me. I gave them the letters MFC. I just thought it was appropriate. I told the women I'd leave them to get settled. Janice came up to me and gave me a hug. Right behind her was her daughter. They both said thank you and I walked out.

I was waiting for Alessia to show up, but instead, I received a frantic phone call from her.

"I had to pretend to join in the search, once it was discovered that McAllister's wife and step-daughter had gone missing. McAllister still had clients to service and switched them to Debbie while we searched. Apparently, Debbie was not expecting more than one person at a time and she began to argue, but I guess when she saw the men she agreed to it, because she quit complaining.

I decided to try and get her out. I waited until the three men were exiting, and I told the men waiting that I needed to get her cleaned up for them. They actually appreciated that. One even joked about not having to deal with 'sloppy seconds'. She started claiming that she was drugged and raped, but I suspected otherwise. I agreed to take her to the emergency room. I walked her out to the bathroom, but once I confirmed the men went into the room to wait, I passed the bathroom and grabbed a blanket from another room and rushed her out to my car. I have her at the emergency room now and she is getting a rape screening now. I also called the police and according the the officer in the emergency room, several arrests were being made, and there was a fatality."

I don't know why Debbie was claiming sexual assault. She had gone there willingly, even enthusiastically, if her expressions when getting out of the car were any indication. After what I had heard myself inside the bedroom, I thought maybe I no longer needed to watch the saved videos, but they were in the cloud, so I could view them if necessary. If she tried to convince me she was raped, I could view them and decide for myself.

I felt it necessary to at least go to the hospital. I don't know how I could face her right now, but I was still married to the bitch. I asked Alessia to take my place at the office with the women and I would go the the hospital. I told Janice and Michelle what I was doing and described Alessia to them, then I left. By the time I got to the emergency room, It was past midnight. Merry Fucking Christmas Day! Damn! If it wasn't me, it might be funny.

When I walked into the room, Debbie's eyes were closed. She appeared to be sleeping. I just stood there wondering what had brought us to this point. Again, I couldn't think of anything. I turned around to leave and I heard my name. I stopped. Not yet able to turn back around because I realized I couldn't speak calmly right now. I started walking again and went to the nurses station for an update.

After convincing them I was her husband, they filled me in. She did not have drugs in her system, only alcohol, but not even a lot of that. So her decision to have sex, or at least give a blowjob, could not be blamed on being impaired. The tests they ran confirmed that someone had sex with her, but nothing appeared forced. They had her sedated earlier, but she should be waking soon. I didn't want to admit that she was awake when I walked out on her.

I walked back to her cubicle and they had moved her to a room for a few hours, so she could sleep and recover. The nurse said she should be released by noon. Would I be able to take her home? I didn't want to tell the nurse that we no longer had a 'home.'

"Yes, I'll be back in the morning. I'll go get some clothes for her to wear. I understand she was brought in in only a blanket."

The nurse thanked me and asked if I wanted to visit with her before leaving. I politely declined, stating that she needed rest.

I drove home, making my plans as I wound through the streets of my ex-neighborhood. I would gather what I needed and be mostly moved out before she got back home. I would drop her off at McAllister's house to get her car. I planned to not speak any more than necessary until I dropped her off. Taking her directly to her car should let her know that I at least knew where she was. At a Christmas party less than 20 minutes from our house, when she was supposed to be at her mother's house over seven hours away. I don't know if she would try to explain, or tell me why she was there, but I would try to keep her from talking. I just wasn't ready to hear any of it.

At home, I packed a suitcase with clothes for myself, realizing I wanted a second suitcase for some winter coats and warmer clothes. I put some sweats and a long winter coat in a trash bag to carry back to the hospital, then laid down in my bed for possibly the last time. I was actually able to fall asleep right away.

December 25

I woke early and took a last walk through my former home. I looked at all the Christmas decorations that my wife and I had put up together. With a bit of bitterness, I grabbed a pair of wire cutters and went around to all the lighted decorations, and unplugging them from the wall, proceeded to cut off each plug. I then went to the tree last. I removed the 'Our First Christmas' ornament and all the similar ornaments and tossed them onto the gas logs and turned on the fireplace.