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Subject: {ASSM} SWEDE OLA Part 5
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{ASSM}
Title: SWEDE OLA Part 5
Author: One Gallus, OneGallus@Yahoo.com
(MF, Oral, Anal, Rom)
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SWEDE OLA Part 5 Final Part
Ola's eyes widened and her jaw slacked when she
heard her ex-husband's voice. Ola's and my
activity had been pretty straight for the last
ten or fifteen minutes, so his reference to "suck
your ass" had meant he had been observing for
some time. In other words, Niles had been
treated to a sex show and the performers had not
been aware there was an audience.
Ola pushed herself up with her arms and came off
me on the other side, leaving my naked sixty year
old body in between her and Niles. It was then I
saw the gun in his hand. I don't know what
caliber it was, but it looked big enough to kill.
"Well, looky there, sweetheart! You even got
yourself a sugar granddaddy!" he ranted.
I lifted my upper-body up and supported myself on
my elbows. I'd like to say that I lay there
calmly and defiantly, staring down the barrel of
his pistol, but my forearms were trembling and my
heart was pounding.
"Get up off your flabby ass, Grandpa."
I rolled over and got up slowly.
Niles eyed me, smirking, "Umm-umm, Baby, couldn't
you do better than that?" he said to Ola.
He was slightly taller than I was, and his
shoulders were armored with muscle, which his
white tee shirt to accentuated. It was
stuffed into the narrow waist of his pants, and I
knew I was dealing with an athlete, or perhaps a
weight-lifter.
"How did you get in?" Ola asked.
"Well, honey, the slats on those venetian blinds
didn't quite come together, and I spied you
flashing your pussy at the old man. Then I just
went to the back and...you mean you didn't hear
the glass break in the back? I wonder why?"
He looked at me. "How can you stand to suck on
that pig, man? Don't you know she's the Sow from
Hell? She is absolutely crazy Grandpa. No
telling what she'll ask you for next. From the
looks of it, you'd do it, you sorry son-of-a
bitch."
I was afraid if I said something, he'd come
completely unglued and start shooting. I knew I
was no physical match for this man, even if I
caught him off guard, he could crush me with one
solid blow, and then shoot me. I looked at Ola.
She was frowning, at him, her face loosing some
of the extra presence her smile gave her.
Strangely enough, she looked less formidable
angry than she did happy.
"Now sow, show us the way to the bathroom. Let's
not mess up this nice carpet."
Ola stood motionless for a moment, then stepped
out in front of me, and started to take another
step.
"Wait up sow," he said as he made a wide arc
around her and then came up behind me. I felt
the metal of the gun touch my spine, and he said,
"Now, pig-woman, lead the way. You step out of
line and grandpa gets it before you do."
I watched her naked backside move slowly up the
hallway past her room, past Mother's room to the
bathroom at the end. She opened the door and
turned the light on.
"Go on in hog-girl," he said. We entered and
were all three standing in the narrow corridor
between the tub-shower on the left and the sink
on the right. The mirror over the sink revealed
the cramped train we three were making in front
of the tub. The toilet was at in a cove formed by
the end of the sink-counter. I had the dreadful
feeling that this is where Ola and I would end
our lives. "Grandpa, you lay down on the floor,"
Niles said.
I thought about Mother in the bedroom. What
would happen to her tonight or in the next couple
of days. Would somebody come to her before she
perished from hunger? "Niles," I said, "My. . ."
"Shut up! Grandpa!" I could see his twisted face
in the mirror. Then he said to Ola, "Get out of
the way pig, get in the tub. Give your sugar
granddaddy some room to lay down on the floor.
He pointed to the shower stall with his gun.
She turned and rolled back the heavy door of
frosted glass behind its twin, and stepped
inside. She stood in the opening, her body
turned toward us both, watching intently.
"Niles, leave him alone," she said, her voice was
perfectly steady.
"I'll leave him alone when I'm damn well through
with him, sow. Now you just watch, or I'll take
him out right now!" I felt the barrel of the
gun bump me in the back of the head.
"OK, OK!" she said, the palm of her hand up
motioning, as if to calm him.
"Now, old man, turn around and lay down on your
back."
"This is it," I thought. I lay down on the tile
floor and looked up at him. He pointed the gun at
me with both hands, I gritted my teeth and
squinted my eyes.
"Look at him Ola!" he yelled. "I'm gonna show
you what I do to men who suck on a fuckin' pig,
And in particular, on my fuckin' pig."
Mother's bedside bell rang out from the bedroom
right next door. Niles turned his head and both
shower doors exploded into his face as Ola pushed
them from their channels. Shards of glass fell
everywhere, and I knew I was cut in several
places. I threw my hand up to guard my face but
peripherally saw Ola's muscled arm moving down to
grasp Mother's bath chair with one hand and
quickly bring it down, with all her weight, on
the head and shoulders of her ex husband.
The gun fell from Nile's hand and fired as it hit
the floor. Blood and blood-shock were already
everywhere, so I didn't know whether I was hit,
or he was hit, or if the bullet just went wild.
I was pretty confident that the woman wielding
the chair was not hit. Her shoulders rippled as
she drove the bath chair into his head once
again, this time with two hands. The movement
was graceful, delivering her full power to the
stroke as she flexed her knees. She reminded me
of the contestants in a lumberjack competition I
had seen on the Travel Channel. Ola hacked
again at Niles, and her face was transfixed into
a vicious, glowering "V." Her teeth were
gnashed hard against each other. Either her own
blood, or Niles blood covered her arms and
breasts. She wouldn't stop, even after Niles
went completely limp amid the glass and twisted
metal. I was confident he was dead as his head
lolled about like a rag doll. I vomited on the
floor and passed out.
I became conscious of a plastic mask over my
mouth and nose. There was pain in both my arms,
and some foreign object stabbing into the bend of
my elbow. I looked up to see a paramedic holding
a clear bag of dark blood, from which a tube
descended to my arm. It ended where the pain
was. "Be still, Chuck," said a young male voice.
"Is Ola all right?" I asked.
"I'm just fine, darling," she said, and I looked
up to see her face, upside-down to me, smiling.
"Come around, so I can see you," I said.
She walked around to the side. She was wearing
her pink robe. Her hands were both bandaged, and
there was a bandage around the arch of one foot.
She had loosed her hair from its ponytail and it
hung wild and free to her shoulders.
"What happened to me?" I asked.
"An artery in one arm was cut, Chuck, but the
lady had a tourniquet on you before we got here,"
said the paramedic.
"What about.?" I choked up, and couldn't finish
the question. Ola didn't meet my eyes.
A deeper voice spoke. "Would you step out for a
moment Ms. Ollson, I need to talk to Mr. Bullard
alone." Ola left.
"The man is dead, Mr. Bullard. I'm Sheriff Pack.
Are you up to answering a few questions?"
The told the Sheriff what happened, holding
nothing back, though I was tempted to hedge on
the way Ola bludgeoned Niles to death. He nodded
his head when I finished. He said there would
probably be an inquest. "I shouldn't say this,
but I don't think I'd worry too much about it,"
he assured me.
"She saved my life," I said.
"I believe it, Chuck! She's built like the Lucas
County Courthouse!"
"Shut up, Mike," said the Sheriff.
Mike paid no attention, "What is she Chuckie,
some kinda Amazon or something?
"She's a goddess," I said.
Final. The End
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