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Chapter 6 (revised)
Vlad had wasted very little time getting involved in this matter. He had a strong feeling that Vicky had been setup in this case and so he did some fact finding while his wife was being put through the wringer in more ways than one. It seems that while he was "interviewing" the eight young men supposedly involved in the statutory rape accusation, Sergeant Kurtz was running Vicky's tits through one of those old fashioned washing machine roller attachments still found in these parts. It turned out that these teenagers had been indeed invited over to have sex wth Vicky, since she was casting for her latest porn epic. Without exception they were all at or above the legal age of consent for this county, a fact that seemed to have escaped the arresting officer, Kurtz. Not only that, they were to be wearing masks so that they could not be identified. The other accusation concerning contributing to the deliquency of a minor lost most of its teeth since at best the teens were guilty of truancy, which at worst was a misdemeanor.
Vlad had also involved the county coroner, Lt. Norwood of his department, to make a determination of the age of the housekeeper that Vicky was employing. According to him ,and he was some kind of an expert when it came to teenage females, a fact well known to judge Kurtz, she too was well above the age of consent for the area, which was 14. The rest of the charges against her were outside the jurisdiction of the county and therefore would not be addressed or carried forward under any circumstances. Unless Kurtz knew something else that he didn't, she had no case. It was a very relieved chief Vlad who entered the hearing held the next morning in the subbasement of the jail.
Ted Kurtz, Norwood, Vlad's lawyer and the DA attended this preliminary hearing. Sergeant Kurtz was no where to be found, having somehow managed to spirit Vicky Vlad out of the basement of the station. Even as the judge was hearing the testimony from his brother, Vlad and Norwood, his daughter, with her prisoner in tow, was heading for the judge's secluded ranch located in the hills outside of the town. If the sergeant had her way, Vicky would get plenty of fresh air, exercise and be able to commune with nature, including the animal population of the ranch. She had some very ambitious plans for this guest, plans that included a great deal of pain and humiliation.
Having made sure that her guest was in good hands, Kurtz headed back to the town. Little did she know that she was being tailed. Even before she had reached her apartment, the chief's men were already freeing his wife from her captors at the ranch. The next morning when she entered the station, she was greeted by a delegation from Vlad. She was quickly overpowered and the kicking, cursing sergeant was dragged down to the subbasement where Vlad and the judge awaited her.
"This nonsense must come to an end!" Judge Kurtz exclaimed as soon as his struggling daughter was brought into the room. "Hear me well Candi, I have had enough of this contest of the wills between you and the chief. We are going to resolve this matter to my satisfaction before you or he leaves this room." The men released her and she stood there glowering.
Candi Kurtz listened in shocked silence as her father, the judge, explained that her charges had no merit and could, in a court of law, leave her open to a number of serious charges that might result in her incarceration, effectively ending her career in law enforcement. As bad as that sounded, it got worse when the jurist also mentioned that she would almost certainly face a civil suit that in all likelihood would mean monetary damages that would probably make her a pauper for the rest of her life. Then her father gave her a knowing smile as he twisted the knife a little bit, suggesting that perhaps the Vlad family might choose to have her take over the duties of housekeeper and any other function that might bring a degree of harmony to the famiy. The thought of becoming the Vlad family sex slave, servicing Vlad and Vicky as a minimum and with the passage of time soon adding others to the list was a frightening prospect. Then she snapped out of her reverie as she heard her father pronounce his decision on this rivalry. it was not one that she enjoyed hearing.
"The chief and I have agreed to an exchange. His wife will be joining me at the ranch as my guest while you in turn will be joining him at his home. This arrangement shall be in force until such time as you can convince me by deeds, not words, that you and the chief have come to an accommodation on the matter of his wife. During this period you and the chief shall both be put on leave and Lt. Rizzo will be temporarily in charge. I will hold a hearing on this matter in two weeks to determine if a suitable arrangement between the parties has been accomplished. In the event that it has not, I shall levy a penalty on that person judged to be at fault, which shall be in force until my next scheduled hearing."
"You can't do this to me! This woman is a criminal, and must be punished. You are subverting the law!" Candi Kurtz exclaimed, her face red with fury.
"Another word from you and I shall hold you in contempt! I'm sure the chief would be very happy to have you as his guest in his jail for the next thirty days." The judge's forceful answer gave the dark haired woman pause, and although she shook with anger, she remained silent. Judge Kurtz then turned to Vlad and gave him what was in essence some guidelines for what his limits were when it came to taming Candi Kurtz.
" She's all yours chief. Do what you think is best for the situation and forget she and I are related by blood. She has had this coming for a very long time. I just wish I had the energy to give the little bitch just what she deserves." Then just before his daughter was led away he added. " Chief Vlad, the next time I see my only child I want to be able to recognize her." The tone of the judge's voice took some of the edge off Vlad's preliminary victory.
He could barely suppress his pleasure as he watched Candi Kurtz turn over her shield to Lt. Rizzo, then be cuffed and hobbled prior to being taken to his waiting car. To add to her humiliation he had the sergeant put into the trunk of his vehicle before transporting her to this home. He took his time getting her to what would become her prison and torture chamber, stopping off to get some provisions and then taking a route that bumped and bounced her bound body against the walls and ceiling of his car's trunk.
Even with her hands and feet secured, not to mention the abuse her body took from the rough ride, Candi Kurtz proved to be a handful. Although Vlad towered over his captive and outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds, it proved to be a challenge to drag her down the stairs to his basement workroom and secure her struggling body to his special "holding cell", a custom made frame guaranteed to securely restrain the most unruly guest. After catching his breath, the chief used a knife to cut the woman's uniform from her body and then stepped back to get a good look at his arch enemy.
"Always wondered what you looked like under that uniform." Vlad said with a grim smile. The now naked woman thrashed fruitlessly against the bonds holding her to the rectangular frame. She was plain of face, almost masculine, thanks to the severe haircut. It was almost as if she enjoyed flaunting her lesbian side to the outside world. It was evident that she worked out with weights; her body was toned with well defined muscles that rippled every time she pulled at the restraints holding her to the frame. Vlad was secretly impressed at her strength; none of the other female occupants of this "mini holding cell" had ever exerted such force against it, even those in the throes of agony, blindly attempting to escape the pain that was being dispensed to their helpless bodies.
There was no way that the chief was going to give Kurtz any satisfaction despite the strange attraction that her muscular body was having on him. This was a woman who could provide many strong children based on her wide hips and pelvic structure. The thought of forcibly impregnating his strong willed enemy appealed to him on many levels, but that pleasure woud have to be deferred until this nasty situation, that she had caused, was resolved.
A forest of black, curly pubic hair concealed her cunt even though thick leather straps spread her legs wide as she squatted within the confines of the frame. She even had a "happy trail" running up to her navel. He smiled as his eyes took in her hairy armpits, evidently trimmed on occasion, but never shaved. There was much that could be done with such an abundance of body hair located in so many sensitive areas.
Her pancake shaped breasts barely moved as she exerted her energy to free herself. They might have been laughable on most women, but on this ball of angry muscle they seemed most appropriate. Her nipples were as hard as stone as they jutted out from the nearly black areolas. Was that the result of the coolness of the basement, or perhaps from fear mixed with excitement? He would soon find out for himself.
To give Kurtz a faint taste of what lay before her, he leaned down and wrapped a single strand of her pubic hair around his index finger. He stared into her eyes, his own baleful with the promise of terrible things to come, enjoying the hatred for him that was bottled up within her. Then he slowly pulled that single pubic hair until the flesh around it was stretched to its limit, watching as her eyes blinked from the growing pain.
"You have very healthy hair I see. It's going to be fun to rip each one out like this!" As he finished speaking, he yanked the strand from her crotch, bringing a gasp of pain from the brunette.
Vlad decided to treat Candi Kurtz no differently than any whore who got out of line in his town, with one exception; there would be no gang raping initially. He wanted her all to himself when it came to the matter of raping her. He secretly hoped that he might be the first man to spend his sperm inside her. That would be a major triumph and one that she could never live down. Naturally she would also become very familiar with his penchant for lengthy, harsh beatings employing various implements such as his trusty nightstick, which also doubled as a raping tool, lengths of electrical cabling that left bruises so deep that they might take a month to heal, and his old reliable, the rubber hose that rarely left any evidence behind although its victims felt as if their bodies had been gone over with small hammers.
Normally this was his stock and trade; it had always worked for him in the past. However deep inside there was this gnawing concern that this muscular spitfire would require more than the standard bill of fare from him. The final words of her father had also established another set of boundaries that would inhibit how he could treat this woman. He would have to be very careful in dealing with this one. Life was not easy for the chief at this moment. When it came to matters like this, Vlad was not accustomed to thinking, he merely let his urges determine what had to be done. In this case depending on his instincts could be fatal to his hopes for advancement or even result in the loss of his freedom.
( To be continued )
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