The Family Vlad
Chapter 22
It had been a long day and Vlad realized that he wasn't going to make
his destination in the one-day he had originally estimated. The rental truck and
trailer had proven to be more of a challenge than he had thought, which did not
make his mood any better. It had been a hot day with the humidity doing its best
to match the temperature. He could see off in the distance that thunderclouds
were forming; another good reason to get into a motel, hopefully one that had
some type of restaurant nearby. In the interests of making good time he had
skipped lunch, depending on a candy bar to get him through the day. He did have
the good sense to bring enough water with him, so thirst was not an issue.
He had slowed down and was searching for directions to some place to
stay for the night. Then he caught a glimpse of the girl standing by the side of
the road next to a nondescript auto with its hood up, the universal sign of car
trouble. This little brunette morsel looked to be in her mid to late teens and
was wearing a pair of short shorts and a top that molded itself to her body like
a second skin. It was also obvious as he slowed down and got closer, that she
wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were stretching the fabric of her top to its
limit and her nipples looked to be on the verge of poking through the top as
well.
Vlad was in civilian clothes, so the girl had no idea he was with law
enforcement. She mumbled something about her car stopping suddenly and not being
able to start it up no matter what. He escorted her to the car and took a look
for the more obvious problems such as a loose wire or something to do with the
battery. It was then that he heard a man's voice ordering him to step away from
the car and get down to the ground. Vlad muttered to himself that he was
beginning to lose his natural suspicion of things and people, and as a result
was likely to pay some kind of a penalty for being soft headed.
The voice threatened to blow his head off if he moved. Then the guy made
his first and last mistake, bending over and reaching for Vlad's wallet located
in his back pocket. All it took was a scissor kick and a roll for him to
separate himself from his assailant. Before the startled criminal could recover,
Vlad had the pistol he always wore strapped to just above his ankle out and
pointed. All the guy had was a length of pipe, no match for a slug from Vlad's
snub-nosed 38. It was then that the teenager jumped him and the fur began to
fly. She kept him occupied long enough for her companion to hop in the car and
roar off leaving her to face a rather infuriated Vlad.
He went into a rage and the next thing he knew she was being held off
her feet at arm's length, his hand squeezing her throat as she struggled like an
impaled butterfly. Vlad snapped out of it quickly and let her fall to the
ground, where she rolled up into a ball and began sobbing from her close brush
with death at his hands. He reached down and got a handful of her hair so he
could drag her to his truck. His mind was seething ,but he wasn't sure what to
do with this little bitch. He wasn't known at all in these parts and he began to
worry about some over eager deputy throwing down on him if the girl started
accusing him of trying to rape her or some such nonsense. This was something he
did not need at this juncture.
Vlad's truck contained plenty of restraining items that would keep her
quiet until he could sort this one out. Within minutes he had her in a hogtie
with her neck yanked back and anchored to her bound ankles by her topknot of
hair that came through the hole in the leather hood that she now wore. She had
been effectively gagged with a dirty rag crammed into her mouth and held in
place by a piece of duct tape. To finish the job of neutralizing her for the
evening and the rest of his trip, he placed her body into a trunk and locked it
shut, warning her that if she pissed in it during her stay, he'd beat her bloody
after she sucked up every drop.
Just before noon the following day Vlad pulled up in front of his new
headquarters and went looking for some help in processing his prisoner. He was
discussing what had happened to him yesterday with the sergeant at the front
desk when Lt. Karlson and the deputy he'd seen working over the naked man walked
by on their way to lunch. Their entrance had totally distracted the sergeant
which secretly amused Vlad. Then the man hollered over to the women and they
stopped in their tracks when they heard his words.
"Guess who the new chief has in his truck? Can you believe he caught
Tits Malone in the act, but unfortunately her partner got away."
Lt. Karlson practically ran up to him, her face wreathed in a smile that
threatened to crack her face. "I hope this is not joke or I'll be very pissed
off. You have Tits Malone in your truck right now? This I've got to see. That
little cunt and I have some unfinished business to take care of, and when I'm
done with that big titted bitch she'll need a new nickname; something like Bones
or the Skank formerly known as Tits." Vlad shrugged and headed for his truck
with the trio right behind him. He rolled up the back wall to reveal the trunk
containing the teen. In no time at all Lt. Karlson and her deputy had pulled the
trunk from the truck and let it slam to the ground. She leaned over and popped
the latches then opened the top and stepped back as the odor of warmed over piss
hit her nostrils.
It was now time for the new chief to take command of the situation; the
fun was over, now down to business. He reached down and yanked the hooded teen
from the trunk. "I warned you what was going to happen if you pissed on my
property." With one hand he held her erect and then he drove his fist into her
belly, low down where it really took out the wind out of a person. The hooded
figure sagged, but he kept her standing so he could hit her squarely in the area
of her face, now hidden behind the leather. He let the teen drop to the ground
and then he delivered two vicious kicks to her ribs, raising her body off the
ground from the force he delivered. The three police personnel stood there with
their mouths open, amazed at the fury he had just generated, then the ease with
which he just shut his anger down. The only sound came from Tits Malone, who was
puking her guts out into the confines of the leather helmet.
Karlson reached down and got the hood off the girl before she drowned in
her own puke. "I'll be go to hell if it isn't who he said it is. Today is my
lucky day and the first of many, many weeks or perhaps months for you to wish he
had just killed you. We have so much to talk over about you and me and Violet."
To Vlad these comments meant nothing, besides he still hadn't had his prisoner
processed properly. Like all professionals he knew the importance of having a
solid paper trail to satisfy the most quizzical lawyer or judge. Vlad also was
smart enough to realize that his jurisdiction had limits; that was the reason he
had taken the risk of transporting her to this county, where she would be under
his supervision as a prisoner. This was another issue that had to be worked out
with his new boss, Judge Thompson.
By mid afternoon Tits Malone was transferred to the Hanscomb County Jail
under the supervision of Lt. Karlson. Her paperwork showed that chief, or was it
sheriff Vlad, had made a citizen's arrest of the subject some five miles outside
of town, well within the county limits, and she was being held for trial. She
would in all likelihood be represented by a public defender unless she waived
her right to a trial. Even as Vlad checked over the paperwork, Lt. Karlson was
busy trying to convince her prisoner that the only way to go on this matter was
to plead guilty to one of many probable counts and cooperate with the
authorities on locating her accomplice. Vlad smiled to himself as he read the
words, knowing full well what was actually taking place in one of those little
rooms downstairs in the good lieutenant's jail. Karlson was taping the session
and had promised Vlad a peek at it once he was settled into his job. He also was
amused to see that there were no dates on the paperwork, allowing Karlson all
the time she'd need to change the attitude of her prisoner.
The next day was spent unloading his possessions, making sure he had all
the utilities turned on at his new place, and returning the truck and trailer to
the rental company located about ten miles from where he was. Fortunately
station commander Dawson was able to free up some help to take Vlad from the
rental company to his headquarters so he could pick up the sheriff's car for his
use. It was very late in the day and on a whim Vlad took a walk over to the jail
in hopes of perhaps finding Lt. Karlson, so he could be brought up to date on
how things were going between her and the new prisoner. The voluptuous redhead
was in her office and delighted to see him. "I was just going to visit my newest
charge and see how she's progressing. I like to give them a day or so to get
acclimated to their surroundings. It works wonders on most prisoners. Care to
come downstairs with me and see how's she's doing?" It took a degree of self
control on the part of Vlad to prevent her from seeing just how eager he
actually was to see the teen who had tried to rob him and who knows what else.
Tits Malone was now occupying the very same room that the emaciated
blonde had been in when he visited last. She was stark naked and there was
plenty to look at. The teenager had a set of tits that were awesome, perhaps
double Ds without so much as a hint of sag. Her pussy was shaved smooth as a
baby's bottom and looked like a coin slot. Her belly was sucked in and flat as
an ironing board. She was hanging by her tightly bound wrists from a hook
located in the ceiling. Her hands were swollen and almost purplish from the lack
of circulation. Her shoulders were straining to support not only her svelte
body, which probably went around 115 pounds, but the additional weights that
were hanging from her swollen, manacled ankles. The girl was covered by a sheen
of perspiration, her dark hair hung in strings, soaked from the sweat that was
pouring from her body.The teen's head lolled against her chest, which barely
moved as she could only manage shallow breaths due to the tremedous pressure
that was being exerted by her weighted body. Karlson pointed to a guage attached
to the viewing panel; it was reading 123 degrees F. Vlad whistled and commented
that it didn't seem anywhere near that hot outside of that room.
Karlson laughed and answered, "You're correct, but for this one I had
the plant engineer turn on the heater and the blower to this room. I'll bet the
bitch has sweated off perhaps ten pounds since I had her hung up. I know she's
dying for some liquid to qench her thirst. Guess what she's getting tomorrow
morning?" She paused for a moment to give Vlad a thin lipped smile, before
answering her own question. "My people have been relieving themselves in a large
bucket all day and there is a goodly amount of aging urine just waiting for her
to ingest. What we can't force down her throat, we'll give to her as an enema.
It should be great fun to observe. Naturally you'll be getting a tape of the
event for your edification and amusement." Vlad was truly impressed by this
heroic sized woman who appeared to be as cruel as he. What a pair they woud make
when it came to sweating out information from prisoners.
Afterwards Vlad's offer to buy the lieutenant a beer was politely
rejected on the grounds that she was not interested in fraternizing with other
members of the department on her free time. For a brief moment Vlad was ready to
read her the riot act and let her know he wasn't interested at the moment in
nailing her ass to the mattress, although that might have been a stretch even
now. However the chief pulled in his horns and thought to himself that there
would come a day when he had her in his sights and then he'd find out just what
made this gorgeous amazon tick. This rejection didn't prevent him from driving
over to the local watering hole and having a beer or two, keeping to himself
while noticing how the locals reacted to his presence. One of the shady ladies
who frequented the place tried to hustle him despite the fact he was in uniform.
He politely gave her the brush and had to chide himself for doing almost the
same thing that Karlson had done to him. It made him chuckle, a sign that Vlad
was beginning to mellow in his new assignment.
The next day Vlad put some significant mileage on his police car as he
criss crossed the county meeting his people as well as some of the leading
citizens, mostly business men. The fact that he was temporarily replacing the
popular chief of police didn't seem to reflect badly on him. He also began to
notice that his people were a cut above what he had left in his previous
position, something that he appreciated more than they realized. He kept his
ears open for any comments that were offered concerning the county jailer,
Margaret, that was her first name, Karlson. To his surprise he got nothing in
the line of feedback despite on two occasions making comments that should have
evoked some type of response,either pro or con. This was a very close-mouthed
group he had inherited, or the lieutenant had powerful friends in high places to
protect her.
When he returned to his place he started to sort out all the stuff he'd
taken with him. Back at his old job he effectively ran everything, which allowed
him the luxury of having "private" sessions with law breakers so that he could
personally convince them of the error of their ways or extract sensitive
information that made his work easier. In this operation Judge Thompson ran the
organization in compartments. As far as authority, he had very little when it
came to the treatment of those who officially entered the county jail system.
This was something he had to take into consideration the next time he or a
member of his department made a significant arrest. The more he thought about
this arrangement, the less he liked it. For all extents and purposes Lt. Karlson
was his equal, despite her rank. In point of fact she might even have more
influence with the jurist than he did. That was something that Vlad would not be
able to handle over the long haul. This led him to request a meeting with the
Judge to get this matter straightened out once and for all.
Anita Watson answered when Vlad called the Judge's office, her voice
tickling his ear. Even before he could get in a word edge-wise, the Judge's
factotum announced that he, chief Vlad, was the first name on her list of things
to do for her boss today. Vlad bit his tongue at the reply that almost left his
lips, concerning how delighted he'd be to be first on any list she had. The next
thing he knew he was agreeing to meet with Judge Thompson in one hour. It was
only after this had been resolved, that Ms Watson finally got around to asking
why he had called. Vlad told her it was a minor matter that he could likely
discuss with the judge at their meeting. When she said she'd be looking to see
him in an hour he felt like some kind of a blushing school boy. The chief still
was unable to deal with his own private demons when it came to "nice" girls.
Karlson was already slipping into the category of ball buster, while Anita
Watson was definitely one of those unreachable beings that he had no way to
fathom.
Vlad arrived five minutes early, and for those five minutes he stared
out of the corner of his eye at the cool efficient way that Ms Watson ran the
office. Then the door to the Judge's office opened to let out a gentleman that
Vlad hadn't seen previously. He filed him away for future reference and then was
ushered into his meeting with the honorable Judge Henry Thompson. Vlad had just
settled into his chair when the judge began to talk to him about a problem that
had surfaced in the county involving drug manufacturing. Vlad came to attention,
this was something that he could deal with. Then as the story unfolded it became
apparent that like everything else in this county, it was not a clear case of
black or white.
As far as Judge Thompson was concerned, the manufacture and distribution
of methamphetamine, crystal meth or meth was much akin to the moonshine business
that was still a tradition in parts of the state. It usually was done by
independents utilizing crude recipes and homemade equipment to produce the stuff
of dreams. As long as it was done out in the boondocks where the occasional
accidental explosion harmed no one except the makers, he considered it a
nuisance. However when the individual manufacturers started to branch out and
become wholesale distributers, and worse still, did not pay the county movers
and shakers their cut of the action, then it became a menace to society and Vlad
and his department were expected to stamp it out quickly and in such a manner as
to frighten the rest into going back to the old ways of making a pound or so at
a time rather than one hundred times that.
The judge neatly summed it up by stating that he was not interested in
arrests and trials. In this case he preferred broken bones, serious accidents
that destroyed the facilities, even an occasional rape or two in the interests
of spreading terror into the hearts of what were mostly amateurs. "Nothing like
finding your little sweetie half dead from being gangbanged around the clock to
make a man consider what's important." Vlad's eyes lit up at that remark and his
reaction was not lost on the older man.
He took this opportunity to bring up the issue of the jail and its
independence from the police force that he ran. Those pale blue eyes seemed to
twinkle as the judge smiled slightly. "There are many good reasons for dividing
power in this county. I can't spend the amount of time that it would take to
give you sufficient proof that this arrangement solves more problems than it
creates. Perhaps if it was Lt. Dawson, a peer and a man, rather than Lt.
Karlson, a rather confident and aggressive woman, we wouldn't be having this
chat. Then on the other hand, you may feel that she's having all the fun that
you used to enjoy in your former position. That issue I'm sure you two will
resolve."
"Lt. Karlson is a protogee of mine. In fact she once was a prisoner, not
here, but when she was younger she ran afoul of the law and spent some time in
juvenile detention. When you are 15, female and built, you get a lot of
attention from all sorts of folk interested in "helping" you stay out of
trouble. At present she's playing out her aggressions on poor little Mary
Malone, who so reminds her of herself when she was that age and undegoing the
torments of the damned at the hands of the guards and those empowered to help
her. One of these days, if you play your cards right, you may get a look at
what's beneath the uniform, and I don't think you'll like what you see."
"Take it from one who saw her when she was younger when the scars were
fresher and the memories much more difficult to forget. She paid her dues and
well beyond. I know for a fact that she has undergone three separate surgeries
in an attempt to return her breasts and vagina to something more normal. Can you
imagine the terrible damage that a loaded bamboo cane can do to a teenager's
breasts if its used on them perhaps two and three times a week for periods of up
to an hour until she was beyond pain? Can you begin to think what it must feel
like to have a heated poker inserted into your vagina as a routine method of
punishment for serious infractions, where the word "serious" is left to the
discretion of those torturing you?"
Vlad was dumbstruck at these revelations that came from the jurist. This
did a lot toward explaining that look she had on her face while the two
prisoners, a man and a woman, were being disciplined. He remembered her comments
about the guard who handled the cane, now it became very clear what that was all
about. Considering what her tits had been through, she had possibly made some
kind of sick connection to what had happened to her when she was a kid. Then
Vlad heard his name being spoken over and over; he looked up into the bearded
face of the judge who now was smiling broadly. "Glad to see that my little talk
didn't put you completely to sleep, there's more if you are interested." Vlad
almost dislocated his neck nodding.
"Lt Karlson fancies herself a lesbian. I have it on good authority that
she talks the talk but does not walk the walk. My source is unimpeachable.
Besides that, Margaret and I have been together quite a long time now. I was the
one who finally got her freed from that chamber of horrors. I raised her along
with my daughter. I paid for her surgeries, a very good investment, don't you
think? I'd like to say I put them out of business, but such is not the case.
It's difficult to get anything done about an organization that always comes in
at or below budget. Of course the bean counters never figure in the long term
damage that operations like this do to people who ultimately cost the state a
hell of a lot more money later on in life. Margaret is one that didn't surrender
herself easily to the Fates. By the way, in case you're speculating that my
daughter, who grew up with Margaret, is the unimpeachable source, forget it. My
source is sitting about twenty-five feet from where you're sitting."
( To be continued )
