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Basement Dale	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 26768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hank cracked his beer open and took a sip before getting into it. "Boy I tell ya. As block captain I wanted to institute a curfew for years for exactly this reason. We just can't have our kids running around at eight PM. Who do they think they are? Teenagers hopped up on all types of goofenthal? Bobby already stays home enough as it is that I'm not worried about him, but what about the other kids here?" To those that didn't know Hank, it would seem like a personal grab for power even in this tiny bit of suburbia. However he was genuinely worried about this happening to anybody else.
"Dang I tell you what man dang ol girl goin' missin these days I saw Dateline 'bout it the other day they found five girls buried up to their necks and this dadgum crazy Manson guy'd feed em like they were dang ol' flowers... it was real creepy man." The usually entertaining jargon of Boomhauer ended on a sour note. Kahn Jr. had been missing and the neighborhood was on edge.
"You know this makes me glad I don't have kids. I'd hate to always be wondering where they are and hoping they'll come home safe. I already do plenty of that with Lenore." Bill let out his usual saddened sigh. It took him awhile to realise how dumb the things he said were.
Hank heard the slam of a sliding door. He checked to his side again to see an orange hat over the fence. Dale had been late and Hank wondered if he'd make it to have a drink with the guys. Taking out a beer out of the cooler, he threw it at his approaching friend. He fumbled with it in between both hands before grabbing it finally.
"Dale. Finally somebody who would understand. I know you'd agree with me on this considering you uh, got a boy of your own and what not."
He froze like a deer in headlights. "Agree to what?" He responded after a bit of time.
"Since Connie's disappearance..." Dale tugged at his collar when he heard her name. "I was thinking about enacting a curfew for the neighborhood and... wait a minute. You got all that surveillance equipment, right?"
"I do." Dale's response sounded like a thirteen year old boy who just had his voice crack for the first time.
"We could do nightly look outs. Patrol the neighborhood. Sort of like a security force." Hank seemed lighthearted through all this which killed Dale.
Dale pointed at Hank, but not too close considering it was Hank. "Don't you get it? A girls gone missing and all you're thinking about is how cool it would be to restrict our freedom on this street even more! You're playing into the government's false flag attack Hank!" After letting out his one sided angry spiel, he weakly threw the beer down and it rolled softly against the grass, then he retreated with a speed walk back to his house.
"Huh." Hank didn't have much to say or add about Dale's behavior other than it was the same old story.
"Yup."
"Mmhmm."
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Pushing the door to his basement closed, he clicked a switch on the knob, locking the door. Normally he would tell his wife he would be in his think tank but he was too nervous and god did he need a smoke. Jerking a lone cigarette out of his pack and placing it between his lips, he descended the steps.
He lumped down in his office chair and swiveled in a circle. Bringing his feet down, he leaned back, the chair making a loud squeak. He stretched his legs before finally lighting his cigarette. Taking a long drag, his nerves finally cooled off. Maybe he could think about this logically. He finally exhaled.
Flicking the top of his zippo lighter open and closed, his ideas weren't exactly filling him with confidence. When the best case scenario for letting her go is a quick and painless death, that option was a no go. If he let her go, he couldn't help but imagine the media circus that would come out of this little controversy. How the Gribble name would always be associated with the lowest rung of society. Except even lower than it already is. That wasn't a future he wanted for his Joseph, if there even is a future. Nancy would get it the worst, growing into an old chaste widower that nobody loves.
There was a ding.
It was time to feed the girl.
Humming along to a little diddy, he grabbed a tray wrapped in plastic from a stack of similarly made trays. He asked the wife to make him some food for a stake out extermination. DIDN'T SUSPECT A THING. Although he was gonna be hungry when he would have to do the stake out to commit to his alibi.
With a lot of pep, Dale strode in. "How's the future Earth mother? I bet she's hungry!"
Connie had been turned to the wall, body curled up in a sitting position. Oh no. No way was she hunger striking on him like those terrorists on that island in Cuba. He would have to use a technique he'd read from a leaked statement that came from that very place to feed her. He cracked his knuckles.
"Ow..." He said to himself, out of Connie's ear shot.
He crept forward, opening the plastic wrapping, he scooped out a sandwich, holding it tightly, he pounced at her. "Shi-shi-sha!" He grabbed Connie by the nose, as she fought to take a breath, he stuffed it into her mouth, trying to get her to bite down like she was a hand puppet.
"Come on you gotta eat. For the health of our future children. As you need to be able to give them the bones they need to be as tough as the saber toothed tigers they'll face in the oncoming ice age." He tightened his fist, absolutely believing his own words.
Connie spit out the food regardless. "I thought you said there was gonna be a nuclear war."
"There's the nuclear war. Then nuclear winter." He said with a tone as if he was correcting a student.
Her eyes rolled and she made a sound of disgust only a preteen girl could make. "Whatever. I used to defend you Mr. Gribble, but my dad's right. You are just a crazy redneck that knows nothing. So when NOTHING happens, I'll be right there to say HA!"
No... no... she just can't say that. It is going to happen. Everything he'd heard from Matt Jones on pirated satellite radio was coming to fruition. The cover ups over dead politicians like Paul McCartney, the hoarding of bullets and other essentials by the government, the dead birds on all those beaches, The Eye of Providence appearing in more and more kids movies. Then a vision. Pillars of fire were everywhere. Laughing presidents that had long since passed, both in electorate status and life, raised far and above the horizon. They were crude caricatures of themselves, stitched puppets, laughing like demons, looking down at the chained people that had voted for them, enjoying the sight of them walking into subway tunnels labeled "HELL".
Coming out of it, he grabbed Connie's tiny shoulders, getting into her face, lowering his nose so she could see his eyes for the first time since she'd moved here. "DON'T YOU GET IT? IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S BEEN FORETOLD BEFORE YOU AND I WERE EVEN BORN!" His voice on high edge. Dale then slapped her with the kind he'd give to Bill just for the fun of it. No more delays. He needed to get a bun in her oven right this instant.
Connie recoiled to the mattress, accidentally biting the inside of her lip when he did that. There was no way it could happen. She was up to the latest news thanks to her dad forcing her to keep up with it. Relations between America and a few other countries weren't the best, but there was no way it would come to any kind of war in this day and age... could it?
Why was she even considering it?
In trying to decipher his madness while laid up from his hit, she hadn't paid attention to how he grabbed her slim red shorts and cotton white panties and slipped them off in one fell swoop. She clasped her legs together, trying to hide from him and at the feeling of the cold basement that chilled her bare skin.
He pried her legs apart, despite being at his peak physical shape, she still put up an effective resistance. Dale pondered about it, strong legs huh? She has to be the one. Dale sat staring at that unopened labia of hers. If he doubted her age, which he had, this was the proof in the pudding. Only a girl this young would have something so untouched. Absolutely no hair to speak of either. Connie would be a tough nut to crack... even his Nancy sometimes had trouble taking him, which explained the headaches and breaks in intimacy they had.
Pulling himself more onto the bed, he began unzipping himself. Her eyes widened. "M-Mr Gribble, m-maybe we can talk about this?" He glowered at her through his mirrored shades. With that, he took himself out of his pants.
I'm sorry the light of my life...
Dale grabbed onto Connie's thighs, pulling her into himself. It didn't go in. Dale had closed his eyes, trying to think of his wife, his mind unfocused on the task at hand. Connie thought maybe if she didn't say or move that he wouldn't notice. He finally stopped his failed attempts at insertions. This couldn't have been more awkward than when he accidentally stuck it in the wrong hole of Nancy. For reals this time. He looked down to aim correctly this time.
Connie was caught off guard. She kept whispering "oh no's" and "please stops" as she felt him press against that private area of hers. Her "oh no's" repeated faster and faster when she felt him spreading her open. She had two opportunities to give herself to Bobby, and she wished now she'd taken one of them. Her mother told her that her first time would be the most special. Why did it have to be with Mr. Gribble of all people?
Her body launched up into a curve, barely a few inches from Dale's face. "Stop it Mr. Gribble!" He seemed to, his face neutral and unreadable like it usually was. His hands moved from her legs to her shoulders, pushing her back down, that's when he reoriented himself, his pale flabby body hovering over her childish form, thrusting now as hard as he could, breaking what he felt like was the barrier. Connie whimpered out, gritting her teeth as her hands clinched the sheets of the bed, crinkling the spots she grabbed at. She didn't believe for a second anything could hurt this bad but she was going through it. It felt like he was terraforming her innards. She wasn't even sure about her body anymore, no longer feeling like it did before this, his alien intrusion making sure of that.
She closed her eyes, unintentionally sending tears down her face. It felt like an eternity, but his whining, heaving grunts began, and they heightened with every thrust. Was he close to being done? Connie could only hope.
He wasn't expecting it to be over so soon, but Dale fired off into her like a child sized target at the gun range, resting his head on the wall, his hat nearly coming off, he humped against her a few times.
"Oh that felt amazing Nance-" He looked down, hoping to see his beautiful blond bombshell of a wife, only for the sobering feeling that came from cumming inside the child he had sequestered.
Dale ran off crying and calling his wifes name, leaving Connie to her own devices.
She felt used up, Dale leaving that nasty stuff deposited within her. She couldn't exactly say where it was to be exact, she could just feel it everywhere, hot and stewing. Connie got up, embarrassed even with nobody here. Tightening herself so it held inside her, she then took a squatting position, taking hold of her knee caps, splitting herself at the right position over that bucket in the corner, Connie cringed as she strained to get it out of her.
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