The Family Vlad

                               The Family Vlad

                                          by

                                                                             Lex Ludite

                                  Chapter 23

       Vlad couldn't help giving Ms Anita Watson the once over as he left the office. She reciprocated in an even more exaggerated parody of his action. For one of those rare times in his life, chief Vlad felt a bit embarrassed. Then the old Vlad reared his head and in his brief fantasy, transported Anita down to his cellar where she was naked and tied tightly to his torture frame, displaying a thick, hairy bush that was dripping with suppressed lust for him. Anita was begging him to fuck her both before and after he beat the piss out of her, promising him the ass fuck of his life if he really could turn her into a straight young lady once more instead of the lesbian whore she now was. It was a happy Vlad who made his exit from the building. Then he had a brilliant idea for a peace offering to Margaret Karlson. He was sure this would break the ice and get things between them rolling.

       As luck would have it, his plans had to be put on hold as the result of a little altercation that put one of his men out of action. He got a thumbnail description of what had happened along with a description of the two perpetrators and the car they were driving. Since he couldn't do much from his office or on the road in an area in which he had little knowledge of the terrain and those mysterious turnouts and detours that seemed to pop up about every mile or so, he decided to head back to his place and pick up the peace offering. Lo and behold he found the car parked in front of his place. He called it in and approached on foot, wondering where the two men were. Fortunately for him he found them before they found him. Ten minutes later, two police cars arrived to take the men away. The chief had begun to become the stuff of legends, based on what was an error in judgment. To him it did not matter, he was gaining command of his people and hopefully that big voluptuous redhead as well.

       After finding and retrieving his little gift for the lieutenant, he headed back to his office where he was greeted by a request for paperwork since he was listed in the report as the arresting officer. He pronounced a curse on the head of whoever was dumb enough to do this to him and settled down to get this necessary evil out of the way. it dawned on him as he waded through the forms, that he was responsible for the last three people sent over to Karlson's empire; that should be worth something to the redhead. Now add to it this little token of his and things should be turning around for him rather quickly.

       Between the paperwork and a few other unexpected issues that required his attention immediately, it wasn't until after hours that Vlad wandered over to the Hanscomb County jail in hopes of presenting his little gift to its adminstrator, Margaret Karlson. He almost literally bumped into her as he walked down the hall to her office. She had that look on her face that indicated something bad was about to happen to one of her inmates. Dollars to doughnuts it involved the Malone girl thought Vlad, and for a change he was correct on that one count.

        "I have something that might come in useful for what you do here. It worked wonders for me; take a trial spin in it and tell me what you think." Karlson brushed past him as if she hadn't heard a word he said. He stood there with egg on his face and seethed. No more Mr. Niceguy, from now on it's strictly business. He had better things to do with his time than screw around with a woman who wasn't even sure of her own sexuality.

        Vlad turned on his heel and decided to see what was cooking in the big city part of the county. It would help him calm down from the rage that was still building within him. Vlad had become increasingly sensitive to his lack of control when it came to members of the fairer sex. Why did they always have this edge over him; even the ones that he beat  to a pulp seemed in some way to be mocking him. He thought back to the 15 year-old prostitute that he had beaten to death in a blind rage only months previously; it made him nervous that this rage still existed in his personality.

       He dropped in at the substation to check on any activity worth noting. It was way too early he was told. "The real action begins well past midnight, when the amateurs have been plucked and sent on their merry way, leaving only the jungle cats to prowl the dark streets in search of prey." The deputy who said that was a cadet who hoped by volunteering to get a chance at a real job some day. To Vlad he sounded like some school teacher in training, which made the pros on duty smile. Vlad put in an appearance at one of the two brothels just to show the colors of authority and make sure that the patrons were behaving themselves. The madame made a fuss over his presence and offered him a choice of the three tired looking ladies that were stationed in the waiting room ready for some action. He passed with thanks, hinting that he might be back some other time and take her up on her generous offer. Vlad did however accept a stiff drink of a very potent local beverage that had never seen a government stamp in its brief existence.

       Having done enough socializing for the evening Vlad began the drive back to his place. Halfway there, he received a message to call in from a pay phone as soon as he could. This odd request had his hackles up; it meant whatever he'd hear was not for public consumption. Within minutes he was on a phone outside of an all night market being briefed on what had gone down at the jail. The girl he had brought in on his first day had gone into convulsions and had been transported by ambulance to a hospital that had an arrangement with the county to handle prisoners taken ill. There would be a fact finding meeting to be held in Judge Thompson's office at 8AM. Vlad remembered the look on Karlson's face as she brushed by him earlier this evening. The chief decided to do his own fact finding tonight.

       He used the direct approach to gain entry into the jail and then browbeat the guard on duty into giving him the gory details of what had happened to "his" prisoner. Even as the man spilled his guts, giving the chief a fairly detailed description of what had led up to the girl's fit, which is the way he described it, Vlad knew that he was way out of his field of expertise. This was something for a cop like Norwood to handle. He had the home phone of the coroner and so he returned to his office and tried to contact the man. He was in luck.

       "Norwood, remember me? Yeh, Vlad, your old buddy chief Vlad, who is now up to his ass in alligators and in need of some medical advice......No, I haven't crippled or killed anyone yet; maybe tomorrow depending on what you can tell me. The problem involves a prisoner that I arrested on my first day here. She's in a bad way and I think you might be able to explain to me what happened to her. No, I haven't laid a hand on her since the arrest, but I think that the bitch running the jail did more than just pat her on the ass.... No jokes, this is serious stuff! I have to be at some kind of a fact finding meeting tomorrow morning and I want to be loaded for bear if you get what I mean."

       For the next twenty minutes Vlad described what he'd seen going on in the jail involving other prisoners as well as what was being done to soften up Tits Malone. Norwood couldn't resist giving the chief a dig or two about some of the things that they did to Kurtz, and openly wondered why the chief even cared what happened to someone who sounded like a genuine criminal. That got Vlad embroiled in telling him about Margaret Karlson and finally Norwood burst into laughter.

       "Chief, you are one for the books. You're there less than two days and you already have pussy problems. This Karlson bitch sounds like a super-sized version of Kurtz right down to her connection to the judge that runs the entire operation. Hell, Kurtz was only a sergeant, this one is a lieutenant! You're not sure but you think she might be straight, except she thinks she's a lesbian. Vlad you are in the wrong business. You should be writing scripts for television!" At this point Vlad seriously considered hanging up on the policeman, but somehow avoided the temptation. Then Norwood stopped breaking his balls and began telling him exactly what happened as Vlad sat there with his mouth open and listened very carefully to what he heard. After the first minute he asked Norwood to hold so he could find some paper and begin taking notes.

       The next morning promptly at 8Am Vlad walked into the judge's office just as Ms. Watson announced that the judge would see them. Besides Karlson, Lt Dawson and Vlad completed the committee that met with the judge. There was no twinkle in the jurist's eyes this morning. From the beginning, things did not go well for Margaret Karlson. She had to admit that she did not personally supervise the initial interrogation of the prisoner, leaving that to one of her female deputies. Karlson could offer no explanation for the convulsions that had brought the girl close to death. The redhead walked them through the softening up process that was used on the girl, a lengthy period, almost an entire day, of hanging by her wrists with weights attached to her ankles in an overheated room. She made reference to showing the prisoner to chief Vlad while she was being dehydrated in preparation for the more rigorous interrogation that was to follow. Vlad confirmed what she said, and offered the observation that when he saw Malone she was still conscious, but in some difficulty when it came to drawing breath.

       The chief decided it was time to make his move, before the judge pronounced sentence on Lt. Karlson. He told the committee of his visit to the jail last night and his discussion wth the deputy on duty concerning the events that led up to the transfer of the prisoner to the hospital. At this point Karlson added that she had been told just a few minutes ago that the girl was conscious and seemed to be responding quite well to the IVs she had been receiving ever since her admission. Then she added that prisoner Malone was securely restrained, wrists and ankles manacled to the bed.

       The judge was not impressed. "I presume she is under armed guard and stark naked as well. After all this teenager is a hardened criminal and might easily escape from the hospital despite her weakened condition. The woman's face grew flush as the judge's remark. However in his imagination Vlad added a few more touches to the picture of Tits Malone naked and securely restrained. There he was throat fucking her after he had just finished filling up her tight cunt with a massive load of cum ,some of which was oozing from between her swollen cunt lips. Then he shook himself and went back to his little dissertation on electrolytic balance.

       The judge's eyebrows went up when Vlad described his phone conversation with coroner Norwood, a physician and associate at his former position. He walked everyone through the effects of acute dehyration with emphasis on the effects it had on skewing the body's normal electrolytic balance of salts. Then he mentioned that Karlson had told him the prisoner would not only be forced to consume significant amounts of urine, but also receive a large volume enema of urine as well. These procedures caused a major imbalance to occur in her salt balance, which led to the convulsions. He knew that his input had carried the day for the lieutenant. To cinch the deal he added that he had used similar techniques to make more reluctant witnesses remember certain events. Then he added that this was never done in conjunction with acute dehyration, leaving her hanging for just a few more seconds.

       "Vlad, you've been here only a couple of days and you've already paid a huge dividend. I'd like to give you the day off, but instead I'm going to lay a little more responsibility on you for the next few days. I want you to temporarily take over the operation of the Hanscomb County jail."  As he spoke Margaret Karlson's face grew white and her hands began to shake. The judge turned to Karlson and spoke, "Lieutenant, I want you to personally pick up the prisoner, Mary Malone, and have her back here by tomorrow morning. You will turn her over to an authorized representative of the Hanscomb County jail and then begin a two day tour of duty with the acting jailer, chief Vlad. Upon a favorable report from him concerning your ability to return to duty, you will assume command of the jail." The judge proceeded to thank the members of the committee for their time and declared the meeting to be over. He then asked Margaret  to stay behind for a little chat. Vlad thought that listening in on that little conversation might be most interesting, if only he really knew what occurred.

       No sooner had the two policemen left the office then Judge Thompson was on the intercom to his secretary and helpmate in many things beyond her office duties. "Anita, I do believe that my calendar is clear for a little more than an hour. Close the office and come assist me in correcting Margaret. I'm afraid she's gotten out of control again."

       Even as he was speaking, the cause for this morning's early meeting was undressing, revealing a firm set of breasts that had that waxy look that could only come from cosmetic surgery. Regardless, they were most impressive in size and shape, a tribute to the surgeon who'd performed the operation. The judge remembered their negotiations, five thousand and access to her body for a weekend. He had taken full advantage of his access according to Margaret who had been used not only by him, but half a dozen of his closest friends repeatedly and in every hole she possessed. It had been worth it to finally get rid of those ugly mementos of her years in juvenile homes and other institutions.

       He looked over to her and smiled as she rolled down her bikini panties, the one with the emblem of a cat on the crotch. He remembered buying them for her as a gag gift a few weeks ago. The significance of her choosing to wear them at this very critical meeting for her career escaped the judge for the moment. Then he smiled again, realizing that Anita would beat it out of her or perhaps even use her strap-on to convince Margaret to give up her little secret to them both. He was looking forward to a most entertaining session. It had been some time since the three of them came together in this type of meeting. He thought further of this situation and wondered how his demi-lesbian, former ward might react to a session that included chief Vlad. Now that would be something worth considering.

       Margaret's cunt was another miracle of modern cosmetic surgery. By the time the girl was 18, her fuck tunnel was so loose from the constant rapings she had suffered over the last five years, that it just gaped wihout any penetration whatsoever. Worse still was the terrible mutilations it had endured, especially by the female guards who seemed to get a particular satisfaction over the fact that they were totally ruining the teenager's most precious physical possession and the badge of her femininity. It was eight years before the necessary technology existed to do such miraculous things as rejuvenate a vagina so that it was fresh and firm once more.

       Margaret's labia both major and minor were completely rebuilt and most of the scar tissue around the mouth of her cunt from the hundreds of cigarette burns, acid rubs, needle torture and pliers that were sometimes heated to enhance the agony for their victim. The judge licked his lips at the sight of that coin slot cunt, remembering when it took an effort of the will to look at the damage that had been done to that area of her body. It had been many years since he had the pleasure of enjoying that tight pussy and firm tits, but that was an acceptable price to pay for all the power that he had accrued over the years.

       His reverie was interrupted by the arrival of Anita Watson, who quickly disrobed to display her well proportioned body. He and his factotum still had an occasional rendezvous for old times sake, even though she had begun  to drift into darker areas that he chose not to enter. She seemed capable of balancing herself despite being surrounded by all manner of deviations from the norm. It was Anita who casually told him one evening that Margaret did not have the courage to become a dedicated lesbian. Anita did also mention that she and Margaret had shared a bed on numerous occasions, and most had proven to be quite satisfying. However at best, Margaret's path would never settle on one direction; she would always be dangling between the two different worlds that vied for her allegiance.

       "You know the drill by now. Put your hands behind your back and let Anita use your cuffs on you."  The judge watched as Anita, wearing only a pair of panties, restrained the tall redhead before slapping her scarred butt to make Karlson put her head and shoulders down onto the edge of the judge's desk. He grimaced as his eyes focused on the twin X-marks that had been repeatedly burned into her buttocks by one particularly sadistic female guard who decided to teach Margaret a lesson after she had refused her advances.

       Every two weeks the teenager was dragged into the small concrete room where the guard waited with the branding iron heating in a bed of glowing coals. Then first one cheek would be burned until the stench of blistered skin and cooking flesh made those in the room almost ill.The guard loved to hear Margaret scream until her voice cracked. Then she'd laugh and remind the girl that she had brought this torment on herself. Then once again the newly heated iron would be used on the other ass cheek with the same terrible result. After a couple of months the branded flesh began to suppurate, and the guard's little exercise in sadism had to be discontinued. Judge Thompson made a mental note to check with the plastic surgeon to see if his rate was still the same.

       Anita opened a cabinet revealing a collection of whips,straps and other implements that were often used to discipline Margaret for various infractions of the judge's rules. She looked towards him for direction and he pointed to a quirt at the end of the top row . "Give her ten across the ass, and five apiece across the backs of her legs. Make it slow, we've got plenty of time." The redhead gasped as the first of ten cut into her firm ass flesh, neatly bisecting the brand. After giving her five, Anita switched to the backs of her legs, starting at the hollows behind her knees and working up to that senstive region just below the juncture between her upper thighs and buttocks. Then she finished this part of the beating with five vicious strokes across the redhead's cheeks, now covered from top to bottom by harsh scarlet welts that had blossomed in  the flesh.

       "As usual a very nice job my dear. I trust that Margaret appreciates your talents and devotion to her needs,....all of them. Now how about adding a little color to her front side. Use the loaded truncheon this time, it's been gathering dust for too long. Let's see how those surgically enhanced breasts handle it. Give each one five of your best and no holding back or you'll be trading places with my ward."  Anita gave him a thin lipped smile and made the exchange while the tall redhead turned and bent back over the desk, so that her shoulders supported her arched body, presenting those waxy orbs for the kiss of the leather covered hose. There was a hiss as the club slammed into her left breast, flattening it and bringing a grunt from the woman. The judge crooned at the sound of her pain. Anita wasted no time pounding the other breast as well. She beat Margaret's breasts with precise, almost machine like blows until those beauties had absorbed ten hits. There were tears running down the jailer's cheeks by now, a sight that Judge Thompson never ceased to enjoy.

       "Now for the grand finale, five of your very best right between those thin cunt lips, and take your time, let our prisoner get the full effect of each blow." This time tears turned into sobbing as the cruel blows split the tender entrance to Margaret's cunt. The last one was a massive hit that brought a stiffled scream from the woman as her entire body shuddered sympathetically from the pain radiating from her cunt.

       "Now get dressed, clean yourself up and retrieve your prisoner from the hospital. You should be back here before dark. Remember that tomorrow you will report to chief Vlad to learn some more tricks of the trade. Who knows you may even get a chance to hang naked from your wrists in that heated room while the chief gives you some first hand lessons in the proper way to interrogate a recalcitrant prisoner without putting her into the hospital." The red haired jailer's face went white at his words, while Anita was hard pressed to keep a straight face at the distress that his words caused Margaret Karlson.

                       ( To be continued )