[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT II -pt-35 Title: URBAN LEGEND
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McConnell looked up into his assailant's mask pleadingly, knowing words would never stop him from doing what he wanted. He could feel a numbness in his rectum as gobs of oil based lube excreted from his swollen anal lips. He watched as the man aligned his erection, then shoved himself inside. Both men gasped aloud from the entry, one from the smoothness of an organic tool sliding evenly through his aching rectum, and the other from the silky wetness enveloping him. He ground his pelvic bone into McConnell's backside for a moment, enjoying the depths of his hot hole before pulling back to fuck.
He pounded McConnell's ass with a vengeance, using his dick as a weapon as it bore its way through the prone man's body with all the grace of a runaway sledgehammer. McConnell groaned and grunted in response, his tender loins unable to handle the pummeling as his hard dick (already on the verge of cumming) pulsed and throbbed in a dry orgasm. McConnell screamed out loud in joyous pain as nothing shot from his aching manhood, his balls contracting but producing nothing as they had already been drained dry.
McConnell continued to lay there, his body no longer his own to rule as his assailant kept on fucking him straight through his dry orgasm. On monitor he could see his swollen anus sucking the man's thick plunging shaft as it pumped through him, the red bloated lips clinging to the black shaft as if trying to reach out and grab it. McConnell wasn't sure just how much more punishment his tired old body could take, when he suddenly saw the first signs that his assailant was about to cum.
He heard the man gasping as his fuck thrust increased, his hips slapping into McConnell's backside like an angry paddle. He could see the man's muscles beginning to bulge as his body tensed from the strain. McConnell looked down between their slapping bodies to see the man's dark dick tunneling through him, the thick base and course pubic hairs the only things visible before their crashing bodies collided for the last time.
"AAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!!" yelled the man loudly as he came, shooting a firestorm of hot cum directly into McConnell's battered body. McConnell could feel every pump and pulse the throbbing dick made inside his now super sensitive hole, the warm cum somehow soothing his aching innards as it bathed his bowels in warm wetness.
The man collapsed against McConnell weakly as he came, gasping for breath in a series of hard pants. McConnell could feel the man's heartbeat against his chest, even as his draining dick began to fell from his no longer tight hole. When the man finally regained his strength, he got up and prepared to reinsert the Analyzer when McConnell began to protest...
"Wait...!" yelled the older man, his throat dry and crackly from dehydration. "Why are you doing this to me...?! WHO are you...?! What have I done to you...?! Why won't you talk to me...?! Why do you hide behind that mask like a coward??!"
"I'm raping you as YOU have raped my family...!" responded the man, his voice muffled slightly under the mask.
"Raped your family...??" questioned McConnell, believing the man meant literally. "I don't know what you're talking about! I haven't raped anyone!"
"No...?" asked the man, ripping off his mask dramatically to reveal his true identity.
McConnell's eyes widened in recognition as they focused in on the assailant's face...
"Rodney Ellis...!" said the older men, looking in complete shock.
"NOW you remember, don't you...?!" asked Ellis, his face full of anger. "You nearly ruined my parent's marriage when you tried to steal my pop from my mom...! I could always hear them yelling at night, fighting about where he'd been and who he was seeing...! But when my father turned you down, you made it your mission to try to get back at him! And when all else failed, you sent your man into his prison to set him up! It's YOUR fault that my father's in prison!"
"I don't know what kind of lies your father's been feeding you, Rodney..., but I am NOT the source of his demise! I was NEVER a willing participant in our relationship...! Your father FORCED me to cooperate after raping me back when we were uniformed officers, by threatening to go to my wife and family about it! I couldn't have them thinking ill of me back then, so I cooperated for as long as I could! But I wasn't the only slave your father had..., he had a slew of male and female sex slaves all over the city! Drug dealers, prostitutes, shop owners, regular people on the streets..., he fucked whoever he wanted whenever he wanted!"
"You're lying!" yelled Ellis, balling his fists as if to attack. "YOU'RE the one that seduced MY DAD! YOU made him perverse...!"
McConnell's eyes widened at that last statement. He stared Rodney Ellis up and down, seeing not just a fully grown man for the first time, but a frightened little boy. A little boy abused...
"Rodney..." started McConnell, swallowing hard as the words nearly got lost in his throat. "...did your father..., TOUCH you as a child...?"
The look of turmoil and utter shame on Ellis' sad ridden face told McConnell what he needed to know. It never occurred to the officer that if Ellis was abusing him as a fellow cop, that he might be abusing his sons at home as well. McConnell suddenly felt his heart go out to Ellis and his brother Gary, knowing what life must have been like in a volatile household with a father who was physically abusing them. All of a sudden he understood Rodney's anger towards him, for being his dad's partner and never coming to their rescue! "I'm SORRY, Rodney..., I didn't know...!"
"You didn't care!" argued Ellis in tears.
"I DO care...!" countered McConnell. "That's why your father's behind bars now, because of what he did you and your brother...! What he did to the two of you, he also did to ME and a lot of other people who didn't deserve it! His punishment was a long time coming..., but he's paying for it now! Believe me..., he's paying for it!" reasoned McConnell as Ellis walked closer to the bed. Still securely tied, McConnell was unable to defend himself as he stared up into the grown man's face with empathy.
It was hard to read Ellis' tearful facial expression, McConnell didn't know if he was still angry or not, and fully expected the confrontation to get violent. His heart leaped up into his throat when Ellis bent down and picked up a large army knife from his camouflage. He hesitated a few seconds as if trying to decide the best way to kill McConnell slowly. McConnell breathed a sigh of relief when instead of his throat, Ellis cut the ropes holding his hands together over his head. But before he could be set free, Ellis fell down to his knees in sobs, his tearful face buried in McConnell's belly as years of childhood abuse finally caught up with him.
McConnell found himself cradling Ellis' head in his hands, telling him everything would be okay...
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MANAYUNK
21 year old Elliott McConnell, his friend Raheim, and police detectives Malik Jones and Ramone Davenport gathered in McConnell's condo, trying to gather evidence of his disappearance. "His cell phone's still here...!" said Malik, coming out of the bedroom with McConnell's personal items. "His cell phone, his wallet, his watch, his clothes, his suitcases..., he obviously didn't go very far...!"
"His car is still parked in the garage too..." said Ramone, coming back in from outside. "...that rules out taking any remote drives out of state...!"
"THINK Elliott..." insisted Malik, "...is there anywhere you can think of that your dad might've went where he might not need his car, or his cell phone...? Someplace close by..., maybe in walking distance like another home..., or a friend's place...?"
"Not that I know of...!" said Elliott, feeling pressured. "He likes to jog around the Schuylkill sometimes...!"
"The river...!" said Malik, looking up at Ramone concerned.
"I'll call it in...!" said Ramone, pulling out his cell phone.
"What...?" asked Elliott, not liking the looks on the detective's faces. "You think my dad might be in the river...?!" he asked, getting hysterical. "The RIVER...??!!"
"Calm down, Elliott..., it's just a precaution..." said Malik, as Raheim put his arm about his friend for support.
Ramone was just about to report McConnell's disappearance and their belief that he might be in the park or the nearby river, when McConnell suddenly walked through the door (wearing black camouflage).
"DAD!!!" called Elliott, jumping into his father's arms like a little child as Malik and Ramone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where the HELL have you been...?" asked Ramone, happy to see McConnell's smiling face. "We were just about to drag the river looking for your body...!"
"I'm good..., everything's good..." said McConnell, kissing his boy on the forehead lovingly...
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PIEDMONT PENITENTARY
Prisoner Dennis Ellis was led into a private room by a prison Corrections Officer (one Ellis had to bribe by giving a standard blow job, his only sense of currency behind bars), to meet with his son Rodney. Ellis was giddy with delight when he saw the TV and video equipment already set up in the room as the officer removed his handcuffs and placed him in his seat at the table. "Wait here, your son will be in in a moment...!" ordered the guard, grabbing his crotch to let Ellis know he did a good job. Ellis had become quite accustomed to using his mouth for service, having been forced into submission by members of the Mandingo gang.
Ellis waited impatiently as the cell door was reopened, and his son Rodney walked in. Rodney thanked the guard for his hospitality, passing him a few folded dollars so his father couldn't see how much it was. The guard took the money and ran, locking the door behind him.
"You DID it...?" asked Ellis eagerly, feeling like a kid on Christmas.
"Yeah..., I did it..." answered Rodney, pulling a dvd cassette out of his pocket.
Ellis was on pins and needles, waiting to see McConnell suffer on film. He had waited a long time for this. Had it not been for McConnell sneaking in his undercover agent, he would still be in charge of the prison!
"You know..., you didn't have to pay the guard off..." informed Ellis as he watched his son load up the dvd. "...I already paid him for the room and the equipment!"
"I know..." said Rodney, grabbing the remote as he stepped back from the television. "...I paid him for privacy..., no one will disturb us until we're done!"
"Good idea..." smiled Ellis from ear to ear. "...I might want to jack off while watching you fuck the shit out of McConnell! Did you fuck him hard like I told you to...? Did you make him scream in pain like a little bitch...?"
"There were some revelations on his part...!" admitted Rodney, staring back at his father.
"Revelations...? I like that!" laughed Ellis, hoping to see it all.
The video started with McConnell lying naked on his back in bed, his arms and legs tied overhead with his bare ass exposed to the camera, giving Ellis a clear uninterrupted view of McConnell's hairy asshole. "Oh I'm loving this already...!" smiled Ellis, reaching down into his crotch to feel his boner through his orange jumpsuit. Wh..., who...ARE you...?' asked McConnell, his voice sounding frightened. My name is...' Then all of a sudden the video changed to Rodney crying on McConnell's stomach, McConnell softly cradling his head in his hands with the look of empathy on his face. What the hell is this...??" asked Ellis, angrily. The video then jumped to McConnell riding Rodney doggy style, holding the 190 pound muscular black man by the waist as he fucked well into his tight ass.
Ellis looked up at his son in wonderment. "What the hell's going on here...? THIS ain't the video I told you to make!"
"Keep watching, dad..." insisted Rodney, never taking his eyes off his father as Ellis looked back at the screen. He could see McConnell's high yellow ass humping into his son's dark skin ass, the camera capturing the sight of McConnell's large yellow dick sliding in and out of Rodney's tight anal ring. `Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me! Give me that dick daddy...! Give it to me, David...! I wish YOU were my father!' grunted Rodney on video.
Ellis' eyes shot over at his son, then back at the screen when he heard the unmistakable sounds of climax. Fuck..., I'm cumming! You're making me cum, daddy!' shouted Rodney, stroking his dick from below as he shot fresh thick ropes of white cream all over the bed for the camera. At that very moment McConnell began to hammer at his hole, thrusting all the way up inside him until he too began to cum. AARRRHHHH YEAH..., I'm cumming too, son!' yelled McConnell, the camera capturing his pulsating shaft and contracting balls as he dumped his load into Ellis' son's ass. Ellis saw red when he saw McConnell's dick firing load after load into his son's violated anus. Ellis jumped up from his seat, charging after his son whom stood his ground for the first time against his dad. Rodney Ellis reached back with his fist, then swung forward with all of his might, using years of pent up rage as a weapon as he punched his father dead in the nose. Dennis Ellis fell backwards, blood gushing from his broken nose in a river of red. But Rodney wasn't done with his father just yet. He grabbed Ellis by the collar of his orange jumpsuit, then proceeded to bitch slap him back and forth like a rag doll. Once Ellis was delirious, Rodney flipped his father over the broad wooden table, then yanked down his jumper to expose his fat black ass. Rodney parted his dad's ass cheeks, hoping to use a small bottle of KY he had hidden in his pocket for lube. But once Rodney saw his father's cummy hole (a fresh drop of semen already escaping the swollen abused anal lips), he knew he didn't need the lube.
Rodney pulled his hardon free from his pants, stepped up behind his father, then rammed his dick straight up into his ass with one thrust. Ellis fully expected his dad to scream in shock at the rough entry, but was surprised when Ellis merely grunted, his asshole already used to being pummeled regularly by inmates.
Rodney grabbed his father by the waist, then started to hammer hard into his backside, slapping his pelvis into his wide spread ass.
Ellis could feel his son's dick moving through him, battering a path through his cum clogged rectum as the spent sperms of convicts who already dumped in him earlier in the day coated his son's shaft in convict slime. Strangely Ellis wasn't angry that his son was using his ass as a pussy. In fact, he was quite happy that his son was showing the signs of a real man, taking control and taking what he wanted! It made Ellis feel proud that he raised a man who could treat his father like a fuck toy.
Despite his broken nose, Ellis found himself pushing back onto his son's dick, taking the entire shaft from the fat juicy head all the way down to the ripe ball sac. He could feel the power behind his son's thrust, the power of a man in charge. Ellis felt proud to be on the receiving end of his son's dick, knowing he helped create him into the monster he is today.
Rodney fucked well into his daddy's ass, using every bit of strength he had until he felt his orgasm building up from his toes. He could feel himself getting closer to climax as he gripped his dad tighter and fucked into his ass harder. He could feel the cum dripping from his father's used hole, the slick slime coating his dick and flopping balls as he pumped back and forth. The cum helped slicken his father's canal, making easier to fuck. He hammered in as hard as he could, punishing his dad for being a bad father. Just when he thought he couldn't stand another moment of sweet satisfaction, he rammed himself all the way up inside his dad's anal canal and came, firing 10 thick bursts of hot cream straight into his father's warm accepting gut.
Ellis felt the thick dick throbbing inside him, hosing his already cum drenched innards with a fresh batch of ball juice. But Rodney's deluge was special, Ellis found himself climaxing prematurely under the table without benefit of touching himself. The cum just shot straight out of him in spurts, coating the flood in creamy rich seed. Rodney yanked his dick out of his dad's milking hole, stepping back as he noticed the cum on the floor under his father's dripping dick.
"That was SOME fuck, son..." said Ellis, turning around as he held his hand up to his bleeding nose. "...THAT was what I wanted to see you do to McConnell!"
"McConnell wasn't MY enemy, dad..., YOU were!" said Rodney, tucking his spent dick back into his pants as he went to retrieve the video.
"I'm not you enemy, son! I'm your father!" argued Ellis.
"You're just some asshole who impregnated my mother!" countered Rodney, emotionally. "Just as I just impregnated YOU! That don't make you my dad!"
Ellis looked in shock as Rodney pounded on the door for the guard's attention.
"You only get ONE father in this world, Rodney...! Mark my words..., you'll regret turning you back on me!" yelled Ellis as the cell door opened and Rodney walked out. The prison guard looked at Ellis (standing in the room with his orange jumpsuit down around his ankles, his thick dick still dripping remnants of cum, and bleeding profusely from his broken nose) and smiled. Obviously another successful family reunion --he thought to himself.
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MANAYUNK
After a long explanation about Rodney Ellis and where he'd been for the last few days, McConnell sent Malik back home to Marvin where he belonged, and Elliott back to Raheim's apartment so he and Ramone could have some private time alone.
While McConnell relaxed in the bath tub (soothing his aching muscles after being tied up for days), Ramone went to work cooking in the kitchen. He spent the better part of 90 minutes chopping vegetables, seasoning and cooking meat, slicing potatoes, baking, frying, and sautéing his heart out. By the time McConnell came out of the bedroom (dressed casually in sweat pants and a t-shirt), Ramone had dinner ready.
"I hope you're hungry...?" he asked, placing two full plates on the dining room table.
"Actually..., I'm famished!" smiled McConnell, realizing he hadn't eaten.
He took a seat at the table while Ramone rushed back into the kitchen. "Where do you keep your wine glasses...?" he asked, searching.
"Top cabinet!" yelled McConnell, his stomach beginning to growl as he stared down at his plate.
Ramone came back in with two wine glasses and a bottle of red Moet. He poured the wine as McConnell sampled the food.
"This is delicious!" he smiled, his taste-buds full of flavor.
"Welcome home!" smiled Ramone sincerely, looking as sexy as ever.
McConnell leaned over and gave him a kiss, a kiss which quickly tuned into something more as both men began swabbing each other's mouths at the table.
"Do you mind if I eat later...?" asked McConnell, horny as hell.
"Not at all!" said Ramone, jumping up from the table as both men raced into the bedroom.
Inside Ramone found McConnell had lit the entire room with scented candles, creating a soft romantic light across the room as the two men embraced in another kiss. Ramone felt McConnell's hands on his ass, and knew what the man had in mind. They began removing each other's clothes, stripping naked before lying in bed on their sides in 69 position.
Sucking each other's dicks, both men wasted precious little time with warm-ups, each took the other's big dick into their mouths and began sucking as if their lives depended on it. Ramone (having had the least experience) couldn't take as much as McConnell could, using his hand to stroke most of the Captain's hard shaft while nursing the fat head between his lips. McConnell however had no problem swallowing Ramone's fat 10 and 1/2 incher down to the balls, ballooning his throat to fit the fat monster as he mashed his face in the younger man's crotch.
Ramone's moaned loudly as McConnell expertly sucked his meat. He marveled at the former officer's ability to take him whole, while never giving off the air of homosexuality at work. Ramone found himself trying to imitate McConnell's moves, trying to take the older man's thick 9 and 1/2 inch mulatto dick into his throat, and gagging with every attempt. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it eventually..." said McConnell, pulling off Ramone's thick monster. "...you'll have plenty of practice!"
"I like that idea...!" smiled Ramone, wanting the chance to learn how to throat like the Captain. McConnell ducked his head back down into Ramone's privates, this time sucking his hairy balls and licking towards his asshole.
Ramone lifted his legs instinctively as McConnell liked his way closer to his back door. He spread the dark brown cheeks, making room for his face as he pressed his mug up in-between the twin globes. Ramone moaned aloud as McConnell's tongue searched the crevice for his hole, zeroing in once found as it began drilling its way inside.
For the next 30 minutes McConnell ate Ramone's ass, turning him on his stomach as he lay out on the bed behind him, his face pressed face down in the younger's man's ass like a tattoo.
Slobbering all over the hole, McConnell tongue fucked Ramone until the handsome officer was pushing his buttock back into him, begging McConnell for something more substantial. McConnell climbed up on top of Ramone (grabbing the lube off the nightstand), and proceeded to press his hardon into the officer's ass.
Ramone tensed as the dick head pried its way into his lubed hole. McConnell made sure to take his time and move slowly so Ramone wouldn't feel any of the anxieties of his first rape at the Thug Fest (chap-17), where the drug dealer Kane took Ramone's virginity in front of Tempest Williams.
It took nearly 10 minutes to finally sheath his entire shaft in the officer's ultra tight ass, but McConnell was rewarded by a series of erotic moans from Ramone which told him he was going a good job.
Ramone felt the dick press up inside him, stretching his gripping anal walls as it slipped slickly in and out of him. The pain was excruciating (despite McConnell's 30 minute attempt to loosen him orally), but Ramone knew he could bare it as he really wanted desperately to please McConnell.
McConnell fucked in and out of Ramone's ass slow and cautiously, careful not too go too deeply too fast and cause the inexperienced male any unnecessary pain. Taking short shallow strokes, he waited until Ramone was comfortable enough to take more. Eventually he began adding longer thrusts, giving Ramone up to 7" of hard dick at a time. Ramone felt his ass beginning to enjoy the rhythmic beat of McConnell's thrusts. Spreading his legs he allowed the Captain to probe as deeply as he could, arching his back to elevate his ass more invitingly. McConnell took advantage of the offer and began thrusting even deeper, giving Ramone all 9 and 1/2 inches of rock solid meat with every stroke.
"aww fuck...! I can't believe it...! I can't believe you're actually FUCKING ME...!" gasped Ramone, burying his head in the pillows to stifle his erotic screams. "You're fucking me and it doesn't hurt! It actually feels good!"
"This is what sex is supposed to be like...!" stated McConnell, leaning down on top of Ramone's back as he began kissing the back of his neck and shoulders. Ramone tilted his head sideways, feeling McConnell's lips on the side of his face. Stretching his neck, he half turned until their mouths met. Ramone stuck out his tongue as McConnell sucked it, taking the whole wet muscle into his mouth while driving his dick home with every thrust.
"Oh my god this feels good...!" gasped Ramone between kisses. "Don't stop...! Keep fucking me until you cum! I want to feel you cum in me again! Fill me with you nut, Captain!"
"I WILL, solder!" said McConnell, humping harder as he drove his dick in and out of the bottom man's tight hole.
McConnell could feel the friction of Ramon's hairy asshole sucking his sliding shaft, the course hairs around his tunnel acting as ticklers as they excited his shaft t the point of wanting to blow.
McConnell picked up the pace as he started to bang into Ramone. Ramone's erotic moans of pleasure started to sound more and more painful as the soreness returned to his anus. He grit his teeth, trying to bear the pain as McConnell fucked through him. His face scrunched with every stroke as his grunts became louder and louder. Soon he was screaming as if on fire as McConnell slapped his pelvic bone into his ass with abusive strokes. Luckily it only lasted as few minutes before McConnell gave one final plunge, then erupted a sea of sperm directly into Ramona's battered gut.
"ARRRRRRRRRHHHHH FUCK, YEAHHHH...!!!" shouted McConnell, having the cum of his life.
Ramone panted breathlessly underneath him, feeling the dick pulse and throb in his cum coated bowels. He loved feeling the Captain throb inside him, his body heavy on top of him as his arms gripped him in a vice lock so he couldn't get away.
McConnell feel exhausted against Ramone's back, feeling the essence of his soul pump out of him through his dick. After a few minutes he felt his strength slowly return as he pulled up and out of his lover. Rolling Ramone over onto his back, McConnell grabbed the bottle of anal lube sitting beside them in bed and began lubing Ramone's stiff standing ramrod. He anointed a dab to his asshole, then positioned himself over the swollen monster. Locking eyes, he lowered himself onto the pole, feeling it pass straight through him much easier than expected.
McConnell ground his ass down in Ramone's groin, sheathing his entire shaft in his ass before riding it like a bull rider. Ramone lay back in bed watching McConnell fuck himself on his dick. He looked down to see (just beyond the Captain's low hanging balls and dangling rubbery dick) his own hard dick standing straight up as McConnell's asslips rode up and down the dark shaft. McConnell leaned forward, kissing Ramone in the mouth while they fucked. Ramone grabbed the Captain's hips and began thrusting up into him, fucking the ass from below. The two men breathed in each other's air as the mixed and mingled spit, swabbing each other's mouths lustfully as Ramone began thrusting up higher with his hips, driving his dick in deeper.
"Fuck that ass, solder!" moaned McConnell between kisses, encouraging Ramone to go harder. "Make that ass yours! Breed it! Give it your nut!"
"Oh fuck...!" moaned Ramone, hammering a dozen thrusts before finally planting his seed. "UURRRHHHH...!!" he grunted into McConnell's kissing mouth as his dick began throbbing and pumping out fresh buckets of white cum, splattering McConnell's insides and bathing it in rich sauce.
The two men continued kissing long after Ramone stopped cumming, exploring each other's bodies with their hands...
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Back at the dinner table, Ramone heated their plates up in the microwave, then poured them fresh glasses of red wine. They drank and ate at the dinner table, naked as the day they were born and enjoying life as they hadn't done in years...
"I'm so glad you're alright...!" said Ramone as they neared the end of their meal. "I was afraid the Illuminati had gotten a hold of you for a minute...!"
"The Illuminati...?" questioned McConnell after taking a bit of steak.
"Yes..." laughed Ramone, chewing his food. "...they're an elite group of devil worshippers who believe in human sacrifice for money and power...! They mostly consist of the rich and powerful..., mostly politicians! It's very cutthroat stuff! Very Secret Society!"
"I know what they are..." said McConnell, grabbing his wine glass. "...but I always thought it was just an urban legend...!"
"Oh no, it's real!" insisted Ramone, swallowing. "I caught wind of it while I was working underground! I did some looking into it since the murders started..., seeing if anything coincided with any lunar months with the calendar..."
"And...?" asked McConnell, intrigued.
"None of the murders happened during a lunar cycle..." said Ramone, killing McConnell's thoughts that the murders might be connected to satan worshippers. "But check this out..., I found out that the Illuminati don't really govern themselves behind any one religion..., meaning they don't really NEED a lunar cycle to make a sacrifice! They can kill whenever the mood strikes...! Scary, eh...?"
"And they have members HERE, in Philadelphia...?" inquired McConnell.
"They have members everywhere..." answered Ramone. "...but Philadelphia definitely had a prominent chapter..., I mean..., it's the birthplace of Independence..., the original Secret Society with William Penn and Benjamin Franklin was created here in 1776!"
"If they're so powerful..., then WHY haven't I heard more about this Illuminati...? If they've been making human sacrifices, how could they keep such a big thing secret for so long...? Why haven't it been reported yet...?!" asked McConnell, skeptically.
"Because it goes all the way up to The White House!" defended Ramone. "Think of it, David..., if all of the members are rich and powerful men, how deep do you think membership goes...? We're talking military, government worker, law makers, lawyers, politicians, judges, police, media mobiles, you name it! If they want to bury and story and kill any investigations surrounding any links to the murders, they can! Why...? Because everyone's involved! Everyone that counts, anyway..."
"That's just sounds like a conspiracy theory...!" surmised McConnell.
"A theory's only a theory until its proven...!" reasoned Ramone. "And it still doesn't change the fact that the Illuminati exists!"
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