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The Family Vlad
Chapter I
"Chief, it's me, Lt. Rizzo."
"Vlad here. What's the problem?"
"Mrs. V got arrested a couple of hours ago, and I've been trying to get a hold of you since I heard about it. She's down at the station, in the basement, and every lesbian in the department and their friends have been invited to help in her interrogation. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen taken down to the basement since they took Mrs. V there. Not only that, they're broadcasting it on closed circuit TV here and somebody told me they may be feeding it directly to the Internet."
"Who arrested her, and what's the charge?"
"It was Sergeant Kurtz, and Mrs. V was booked for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, twelve counts, and eight counts of statutory rape. They say Kurtz took lots of pictures. Oh, she's also charged with resisting arrest and assault on a police officer."
"God damn it! That's bullshit! That cunt Kurtz has gone too far this time. I'll have that dyke's scrawny ass for sure this time. Call my lawyer and have him get my wife out of there, now!"
"No can do chief."
"What do you mean he can't get her out? What the fuck is going on!"
"Well chief, it's like this. Kurtz claims that your wife is a menace to the youth of the city, and that if she is released, there is no way to be assured that she won't just pick up some young boys and start all over again. The judge has agreed to hear motions from your lawyer, but not until late tomorrow because of other commitments."
"Well, I want you to keep an eye on my wife, no later what!"
"To tell the truth, that's what I'm doing right now. They've been forcing water into her stomach and she looks like she's ten months pregnant with triplets. I can't believe she can hold so much water. I wonder what's gonna happen when she starts throwing up; they've got her gagged so the only way out for the water is through her nose and that ain't gonna cut it."
"That's her problem for being such a dumb cunt. If she wasn't such a great fuck I'd throw her out on the street where I found her to begin with."
The chief hung up and turned his attention to the naked teenager who was roped securely to a vertical wooden frame. She looked to be around fifteen, just beginning to fill out.
"She'll be a nice piece in a couple of years " the chief thought, then added, " if someone doesn't beat her to death first."
He picked up the rubber hose he had been using on the girl's small tits and pooched belly and resumed working on her. He noticed that the load of cum he'd deposited in her tight little cunt was beginning to leak out, and wondered if he'd put enough in to knock her up. It would be a good lesson for her to carry a kid around in that rounded gut of hers for three or four months before she was aborted. She grunted as the hose sank into her soft belly.
The girl in question had been picked up by the local cops and taken to a deserted warehouse where they raped her. There wasn't much she could do about it since she was securely handcuffed and they promised to really mess her up if she gave them any trouble. While she sucked their cocks so they could fuck her again, they told her that all whores in this town had to have a special license to work their trade. After a rehab period that would last until the chief was convinced that she understood the seriousness of her offense, she would either be granted a license or be taken to the town limits and released. What they didn't tell her was that they had an arrangement with the next couple of towns that would mean her return for further rehabilitation in the event she was caught practicing her trade there. After raping her a second time, they brought her to the chief.
The teen sure had picked the wrong time to meet the chief. He took out his irritation about his dumb wife on the helpless whore's naked body, first with the rubber hose and then with his fists. After a series of vicious punches to her gut, the girl began to vomit. Unfortunately the chief had gagged the whore with her own panties, thus forcing her to swallow most of her vomit except for what exited her nostrils. The girl passed out from lack of air, forcing the Chief to pull out the gag to let her catch her breath. He was still pissed off, so he sank his fist into the pit of her stomach a couple of times to make sure she puked some more. While the little bitch was retching and desperately attempting to avoid drowning in her own vomit, Vlad got another call from his underling. The news was less than good.
"What do you mean, new charges? I don't believe this shit!"
"Look chief, it seems that Kurtz also picked up the housekeeper and had her stashed away at one of her lesbo friend's house. It took them a few hours to convince the little wetback to tell the truth about how old she was and what kind of services she performed for Mrs. V and the kids. So now Kurtz has filed some new charges that accuse your wife of contributing to the housekeeper's delinquency, forced imprisonment and pandering. Oh I forgot, and failing to pay Social Security on the girl's wages. That one is the killer because it may bring in the Feds."
Chief Vlad lost his mind for a while and when he recovered he was confronted with a very badly beaten teenager. He really couldn't remember anything after he hung up the phone. He couldn't recall how a couple of her ribs got caved in like that, but his hands sure hurt. As for the nightstick that was shoved up her cunt so far that it nearly ruptured her uterus, it was his favorite, no doubt about that. He just hoped that he could get all the blood and cunt cream off of it. He sighed and made another phone call.
"Now let me get this straight chief, just for the record. The teenager fell down the stairs, which probably accounts for the broken ribs and the facial lacerations. You think her internal injuries were also caused by the fall. You were behind her all the time and witnessed the event as I just described. The reason she was going down the stairs was because you had offered her shelter for the night after the two officers that originally made the arrest had picked her up for vagrancy. I guess that takes care of the investigation. Let's see, she had no ID on her, so I guess the town will have to either foot the bill for treating her injuries or we just might be able to dump her in the woods and hope that when she wakes up, she has enough good sense to get out of the county. You know this is the only case like this I've had in the county this year; kind of encouraging when you consider by this time last year we'd already had three incidents.
By the way, I hear that Mrs. V is kind of tied up down at the station. I hope that everything comes out all right for her sake. That Kurtz is one mean bitch. I'd think someone might have taken her down a peg by now, but I guess her father and uncle have too much clout in the county considering one's a judge and the other has enough money to buy lots of influence. However I sure wouldn't mind doing an autopsy on that bitch. I better be going. See you later."
"Rizzo here; I talked to your lawyer and he's not too encouraging about getting Mrs. V out of jail any time soon. Those new charges are kind of heavy, especially the one about not paying Social Security on the housekeeper's wages. Yeah chief, I know the wetback doesn't get any wages, but that could cause even more trouble with the local liberals. The ambulance chaser is worried that the Feds might get involved and then we'd all be in deep shit. So he says to sit tight and hope that Kurtz doesn't do too much damage to your wife. From the looks of things Mrs. V is in deep shit. The only good news I have is that they aren't feeding the interrogation onto the Internet. They say it's too heavy even for the Internet, and besides Kurtz wants to sell the tape to her uncle for distribution in Asia."
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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