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The Family Vlad - Chapter 26
Bright and early the next morning the chief entered the jail and headed downstairs to the special cell that contained his prisoner. There was a peephole that could only be used if one had the key. Once it opened, a cruel smile broke over his face as he watched the tall redhead's naked body react to the latest assault from the helmet. She still struggled, but it was apparent that the long sleepless evening and morning had taken its toll. He checked the thermometer and nodded with satisfaction, forty-nine degrees, as advertised. Vlad waited patiently until the machine went through its routine and the woman calmed down. It was then that he entered.
She was worn down physically and obviously her mind had been scrambled as well. He approached to a distance where he could reach out and touch his victim. She was still oblivious to his presence, so he introduced himself. He landed a roundhouse punch to her left breast, flattening the enhanced gourd of flesh and silicone. Before she could react, his other fist did the same to her right tit. Her entire body lunged against the ropes in a blind response to the terrible pain he had just caused in those big tits. He patted her shoulder almost as if comforting her, then found the nerve he sought and pinched it viciously, creating another frantic reaction on her part as the pain flashed down her side, briefly paralyzing half her body from shoulder to groin.
Vlad stepped back and waited for the program to kick in for the grand finale. It came right on time and Lieutenant Karlson danced in agony and terrible fear as her ears and eyes were bombarded with roars, hisses, curses, screaming, grinding and a wall of shimmering white noise that deafened her as along with this the strobe light flashed randomly, its intensity rising and falling with each burst of light energy. He licked his lips and watched her body lunge again and again in a mad attempt to free herself from the odor that now filled the helmet. He could see her chest convulse, the first good sign that she was inhaling the vomiting gas.
Now her lunges were timed to the spasms that made her vomit uncontrollably, filling the helmet with her acrid upheavals and instilling the terrible fear that she might drown in her own vomit. Vlad was in ecstasy, fantasizing that he had his cock buried to the hilt in her spasmodic asshole, feeling her tough sphincter muscle doing a dance of death around his erupting cock as she shivered and died in agony. He wasn't sure just how long he was in the grip of that particular madness, but it was apparent that Karlson was on the verge of cashing in her chips. He quickly uncoupled the helmet from the umbilical and opened the hatch that sealed her inside, isolating her from the world as she knew it.
The stench of her vomit plus the residual traces of the gas made him throw his head back to avoid breathing it. Karlson's face was dead white, her lips a strange purple color and her eyes stared blankly at him, not seeing or reacting to his presence. She had had the course and passed, much to his delight. That meant perhaps she might take a refresher course before she was released from his custody. For now he had a very busy day ahead of him and so he busied himself in removing her clammy, naked body from the frame. It was then that he discovered she had lost control of her bladder a number of times during that long session. It reminded him to make sure he didn't go overboard and risk dehydrating his prisoner. That might have been poetic justice, but he was certain the judge would not be amused.
His captive made no serious attempts to resist him as he strung her up by her wrists, her naked body hanging over the drain to take care of any other "accidents" that might happen today while he was away on business. To make her day as uncomfortable as possible he added twenty pounds of metal to her bound ankles, stretching her body and adding more strain to her shoulders that now were taking her weight. Just before gagging her, he gave Karlson as much water as she wanted. Finally he turned on the heat and the blowers so she had to contend with temperatures approaching one hundred and ten for most of the day. He could not resist tweaking her nipples and patting her cunt mouth as she glowered down at him. With a slap on her rump he made his exit, suggesting strongly that she think about all the things that she'd done wrong in the past two days. Her eyes shot daggers at his back as Vlad left.
It was a closely held secret that today marked the opening of Operation Scorched Earth. As per the judge's instructions, Vlad was about to launch a preemptive strike against the meth makers in the county.There would be no arrests, but plenty of damage was going to be done to both the makers and their equipment. Vlad was well aware that this was just a calling card of sorts, that much more force would be required to send these jackals moving to another venue.
Before leading his men out into the field, he stopped by the judge's office to let Anita know that Karlson was safely ensconced in her own private cell, and in the event that Vlad did not check in with her by darkness, she was empowered to have Lt. Dawson move the prisoner to another specially secured cell that could not be entered by anyone but Vlad and himself. The judge's factotum smirked and inquired if he'd had a chance to rape her yet. She got a cold stare that made her back off quickly. There was something about this new man that made her a bit nervous despite the protective cloak of Judge Thompson.
Two squad cars assisted the chief as three hits were made before noon. In all cases the guys making the stuff had no identification and did not speak a word of English. However in one bust the guys had brought along some female companionship to help with the manufacture as well as provide all the pussy and ass that those two stalwarts needed to get them through the day. The women looked liked sisters, appeared to be in their late twenties and had been literally caught with their panties down, along with almost every other article of clothing that they had. So while Vlad and one trooper trashed the equipment for openers, the others took this opportunity to introduce themselves to the women.
One of the still operators foolishly made an attempt to stop them from raping one of the helpers, and found out just how hard a baton was as it cracked his skull, leaving a deep gash. Vlad surmised there was a connection between the two and filed this away for future reference. One of his men spoke the language and it was possible that they might squeeze some information from him by using the woman as collateral. Perhaps Mr. Macho wouldn't be able to handle watching his sister, girlfriend, or wife having her fingers broken one by one, or taking a tree limb up the ass that was bigger than any cock she'd ever seen.
Mr. Macho started spilling his guts after his little naked sweetie had two fingers snapped like twigs. So the only things that went up her ass were four cop cocks, one pig had her twice. Vlad had better things to do with his time than see what kind of venereal disease these whores could give him. The story he told didn't shed much light on who or where the top people in the organization were. All this guy could say was he was picked up at a lumber supply company where the illegals went to find work.
He was assigned to the care of another countryman who ran the still, and once he became familiar with its operation and showed that he could be trusted, they gave him this set-up to work. Everyone he dealt with was from his country, and he was paid in cash. His sweetie turned out to be a cousin who had just arrived in the county and was happy to make some cash turning tricks for the meth workers. Unfortunately that tidbit meant his cousin was going for a trip with Vlad and his friends so they could sweat her for any information she might have picked up while she went from location to location.
The woman was kept in the trunk of Vlad's car, securely restrained and stark naked. It was a hot day and she must have sweat off plenty of flab from that spare tire that ringed her midsection. Both of the afternoon raids came up empty. Evidently one of the guys from this morning's raids had alerted someone that they were taking a hit, and this must have gotten out to all the other locations, meaning that at least one member of this ring used a cell phone to communicate. This was a very sophisticated operation if they were issuing cell phones to even some of the workers. Vlad began to wonder if they might be dealing with a Columbian drug cartel ,and then tabled that thought when he realized that meth was not a cash crop like cocaine was.
So when they returned, they had one unofficial prisoner, three locations put out of operation for at least a week, probably longer, and half a dozen workers with one or both thumbs broken. It's pretty hard to do the kind of operations required to make meth with a broken thumb or thumbs. He knew that the word was going to get around and many would decide that sooner or later they'd need their thumbs for most occupations, despite the amount of money they were being offered for drug work. Vlad left the transportation of their unofficial prisoner into the jail until after lunch, thus giving him the opportunity to move Karlson to another solitary confinement cell, and give the woman in the trunk something to think about when she finally was questioned.
Karlson's eyes widened when he entered her cell. Once more he took the opportunity to play mind games with her. Vlad circled her dangling body and noted that she had pissed herself, probably that would be it until she got more water. She was soaked from head to toe in a sheen of perspiration that trickled down her bare body, calling attention to the nice little spots that he planned to torture once he had the time. He twisted both her nipples until her eyes popped, then slapped her big tits back and forth, noting that the silicone made them lopsided when they were struck. He made a big production of separating her cunt lips and inserting all but his thumb into her tight, moist cunt. Stepping back, he grinned and announced that they needed the cell for a much more important prisoner, but once they broke her, Karlson would be returned so she and Vlad could get better acquainted.
Getting her into the other cell proved to be a piece of cake. Since he had little time before his men would be bringing the woman downstairs for her interrogation, he decided to let the lieutenant rest on the floor rather than be rehung. He warned her that there would be hell to pay if she made any noise, promising to expose her to the entire staff of the jail. This was not something that Karlson ever wanted to occur, so she nodded her head enthusiastically when she was warned. Vlad smiled and told her that if there was time, she might get a little reward for being such a good prisoner, patting his groin as he spoke. He could see the fire flame up in her eyes for the briefest of moments. He liked the ones with spunk; she and Vlad were going to get along just fine, so he thought.
Vlad supervised the transfer of their captive from the trunk of his car to the special cell in the basement. He had the quartet decide which two would go back on patrol, warning them that if they couldn't come to an agreement, he would select. While this was going on, he made a call to the judge and gave him a core dump concerning their sweep this morning. The jurist was obviously disappointed that they had been foiled to a degree by the meth ring, but held out the hope that perhaps the foreigner they would be questioning today might give them a few new leads. Vlad did not share his optimism, figuring her as just a dumb whore using any means possible to get by. He also guessed that she'd be looking much worse after she met up with his men, who could be rather nasty especially if it was a defenseless woman with whom they were dealing.
Vlad chuckled to himself over the way the four troopers would finally decide. Obviously the one who spoke the language had to be in attendance, that left three to fight over one spot, the guy who would be hammering the life out of their unofficial prisoner, if he knew his men. His translator was a little too considerate when it came to dealing with those breaking the law. He had a hunch he knew who it would turn out to be. He had already noticed the mean streak in one of them, a young guy by the name of Elwood Barton. He was even toying with the idea of introducing Karlson to officer Barton, especially since he was not in her chain of command. Now wouldn't that be fun, he thought.
As Vlad predicted, it was Barton and the officer who spoke the prisoner's language. He made sure that they understood she was to come out of this with her face intact, no more broken bones, and be telling everything she knew about the entire operation. He could see Barton sagging, that young man had a future in law enforcement if he could keep his passions under control. Vlad laughed to himself over that, realizing that he had caused the deaths of three persons to date and another was hanging in the balance. He said he had business to take care of, and would be back to check on things in a couple of hours. His business involved Lt.Karlson, who was stashed two doors down from this cell.
The former jailer looked up in surprise at his entrance. Karlson had moved so that she was sitting with her back supported by the wall. She seemed to be in better shape than when he took her down from the hook. He couldn't help but eye her coin slot of a cunt and those big, fake tits. Suddenly he reached down, grabbed two handfuls of her flaming red hair and yanked her to her feet. She teetered since her ankles were tied tightly together. Then he sank his fist into her belly, catching her by surprise. She retched and her face lost all its color. She was totally unprepared for the head butt he delivered to her forehead, knocking her head back against the wall. As she came off, her limp body acting as if it were made of melted butter, he hit her behind the ear with his fist and she was unconscious before she made contact with the floor. Vlad felt alive, his juices flowi, as she stood over his adversary who lay crumpled up on the floor, her breathing ragged and her body twitching in much the way a horse does when it's attempting to shoo off those biting flies that plague the animal in the hot summer months. Vlad spoke to no one in particular as he announced that he'd be back for her later on and then she'd really feel his wrath.
On his way back to his office he used his key to look in on the interrogation. Barton was drubbing the plump whore's kidneys with the rubber hose that had been mounted on the wall for just such a use. The other officer was yanking her head from side to side using her thick mop of dark hair, and screaming at her in her native tongue. Vlad was impressed by the translator's demeanor and thought he may have misjudged him. As he closed the peephole, Barton was coming round to the front side of the whore and there was this murderous look in his face. Vlad hoped for his sake that he woudn't lose control and do something he would regret later.
It took the chief better than two hours before he was satisfied with his report of today's raid. Not only did it contain all the pertinent facts, he also added his own commentary concerning his views on how to proceed to gain access to the leadership of this ring of master criminals. Strangely enough he talked specifically about Lt. Margaret Karlson, who just might be convincing enough as a turncoat, based on the way she had been treated by judge Thompson and especially the new chief. He smiled inwardly about this stroke of genius. Now he had carte blanche to send this haughty beauty to the fires of hell, all in the name of law and justice. What could be better? The old Vlad would never have dreamed of doing something like this. Perhaps you could teach an old dog new tricks.
Things were going like gangbusters downstairs. He walked in as the other officer was slapping the whore across the face with every ounce of muscle he had. Her head was bouncing from side to side as he plastered her cheeks a bright crimson and bloodied her nose. Barton was standing to the side of her and he had what looked like a hatpin in his hand. It was then that Vlad noticed that both her big pillowy tits were riddled with other skewers, most of them centered around and through her nipples. She screamed blue murder as he slowly pushed the three-inch metal pin directly into the center of her nipple and pushed it deep into her tit flesh. She began to babble in this weird language and the translator's face lit up. He turned and shouted to the chief.
"We have a name, it's not much but we have a name!"
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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