Perverts 'R' Us
The Snatchers
By Spin ( M/g, pedo, oral, inc, cons, force, 1st )
Please send comments to: spinwriter@hotmail.com
As usual during a busy Monday morning shift at the fourth precinct, Sam Dobbs had three or more new cases on his desk that would consume his day and…emotions. The little known department of "Child Sex Crimes" was his private lair and his chosen path to quieting the brutal sexual assault and murder of his only child.
At the innocent age of ten, his daughter Sandy was snatched from a school bus stop one morning. The crime had never been solved and today was the three-year anniversary of the demise of his precious little girl. Sitting at his desk, he glanced at her picture. There she was smiling and looking her cute self as she held the family puppy in her small arms.
"What a tragedy," he thought as he began to leaf through the thick investigative file. Since the days of that wretched crime, he made sure to keep her case file handy and always on top of other files as a reminder that one-day, the "perp" would be caught, and dealt with swiftly and surely. "Don't worry, Sweetie. Daddy will catch the scum that did this to you," he mumbled under his breath.
"Detective Dobbs?" the voice on the phone inquired.
"Hello…uh this is John Rigby. My daughter was taken last week and I haven't heard anything since. What's going on? Do you have any new information? Please! Tell me you know something that will bring my Cathy back," the man continued in anguish. It was the same anguish that Sam Dobbs understood too well.
"I'm Sorry Mr. Rigby. I have two of my best investigators working on your daughter's case, but nothing new has come up yet. I'll call whenever we know anything. I promise," Sam replied with assurance.
Sitting back in his chair Sam mentally went over the disappearance of the school-age girl. Cathy Rigby's abduction was similar to his daughter's. There were no witnesses and no other evidence, accept that another young girl had been snatched from a bus stop while waiting for her school bus. The list of convicted sex offenders had been checked, and the offenders interviewed to exhaustion. Dwellings had been searched and alibis verified.
The pattern was obvious, but the human garbage that was doing such things was elusive. His own daughter had been tossed like a piece of discarded trash into a school dumpster, as if to add another vile ingredient to the crime. Four other girls had been taken in the last year and all four had been found dead, naked and purposely covered with dirt or garbage. The way that each victim had been covered with debris or trash was the only clue that the same person was doing the crimes.
The wall on his office featured a write-on magic marker board with the names of ten young girls, some abducted and assaulted then found alive, and others that were still missing. These were special crimes that required special concern and investigation. Sam was their only hope and took his job to the extreme, costing his marriage and often his health because he seldom slept. Drinking a few stiff ones during the day was his way of medicating the pain and loss. It was time for a snoot he reminded himself as he opened the lower drawer in his desk to take a swig of his new best friend, a bottle of his favorite bourbon.
Another call from those pesky news reporters, he murmured impatiently as his special phone line lit up. Due to the sensationalism of the multiple child sex crimes in the city, it was decided to keep the press abreast of the investigations. A special, direct phone line was set up just for them, but it soon proved to be a nagging distraction.
"Yes. This is detective Dobbs," Sam replied as the reporter barraged him with rapid-fire questions that rang like accusations in his ear.
"Why hasn't your office caught the child rapist and murderer? What are you doing about protecting the children of this city? Do you have any arrests yet? Why not? Blah, blah, blah!
Driving at a slow crawl, the police cruiser drove past ten-year-old Jenny Stuart, as she stood alone, waiting for her bus. A nearby parent, which joined in the guard duty to watch out for strangers waved as the officer waved in return, then finally drove away while satisfied that all was well, at least at 'this' bus stop. The officer was Terry Curran, a veteran of the force and worried that more snatchings might happen on his watch. He shuddered at the thought as he panned the neighborhood for anything amiss. Even after increased security for kids at the bus stops, child snatchings had still occurred. The city of Orlando was supposed to be a happy city for families. After all, Disney World was a family entertainment icon and the namesake of the creator of Mickey Mouse.
After circling the block, the officer noticed a familiar car cruising on the street. It was his Captain's unmarked patrol car probably just checking up on things he thought as he waved with a thin smile.
Captain Brier was a highly decorated cop with over twenty years on the force and recently appointed Patrol Supervisor. Most of the rank and file cops didn't care for his autocratic way of running the department's uniform patrol, assuming that his recent divorce was partly responsible. In other words, he was an asshole, as far as Officer Terry Curran was concerned. But no matter! There was a job to do and catching "The Elusive Snatcher" was the highest priority and petty office politics could wait.
The radio crackled in the cruiser as officer Curran headed back to the station.
"Be advised! A mother called, complaining that her daughter never got on her school Bus. The missing girl is ten years old, four foot five with blond hair and wearing a short red skirt with dance characters on the material. The child's name is Jenny Stuart. Her most recent photo is being transmitted to all units at this time. Check your monitors. That is all!
The new system installed on the city's hundreds of school busses was designed to track students when they got on and off the bus. Students that were transported by parents or other means had to call and let their school know, or an automatic notice was sent to the police and each parent, alerting them that a student was missing or unaccounted for.
"I just saw that girl at her bus stop only a half hour ago while one of the parent volunteers assigned to guard duty was present," officer Curran replied in his microphone as the image of the missing child filled his computer screen.
His heart began to beat faster as he quickly made a U-turn with his lights and siren blasting the early morning traffic of the busy highway. Soon, he was stopped at the bus stop where he had last seen the little girl. But a curious sight awaited his suspicious cop eyes. The big yellow school bus was driving away from the same corner and filled with kids. But where was the girl? And if she was snatched, how did the volunteer parent miss it? He decided to stop the bus and investigate until…
"OFFICER! OFFICER!" A voice hollered excitedly as the volunteer bus stop guard approached at breakneck speed from a distance. "I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU," the volunteer continued as she came closer to the police cruiser.
"Did you see what happened to the girl?" The officer spoke in a raised voice as hope filled his heart that maybe the volunteer guard had actually witnessed something important.
"I know officer. But I saw the girl get on the bus and then I realized that the bus was much too early and then another bus stopped. There's supposed to be only one bus that stops here, but this morning, there were two! I don't understand! I don't understand! I watched the girl get on the bus! Sob!" The volunteer guard began to cry as she realized that a child had just been taken on her watch.
The revelation that another school bus might be involved was the first real break for Sam Dobbs. "Finally, a witness that saw something useful," he thought as he called the volunteer guard and scheduled an interview, hoping to uncover more information that officer Curran might have missed in his field, crime scene interview.
"Okay my lovely little child. School will start soon, but this will be a different kind of school. You're going to learn new things you never dreamed of and I'm your new teacher so behave yourself in class and do everything you're told. You'll be a good girl, won't you?" The bus driver announced as nine-year-old Jenny Stuart tried in vain to break free from the bondage of the ropes that held her firmly to one of the bus seat braces.
"Please! I wanna go home. Don't hurt me. Please let me go. I won't tell a soul. I promise," the ten-year-old girl cried as fear and the recent news reports of other girls being kidnapped and murdered filled her brain with terror and anticipation.
"Now, now, my love. Don't be afraid. School will be over soon and you'll be free to go home," her captor assured as he undid the ropes and led the child out of the bus and into a large, cavernous warehouse filled with old cars, trucks and more yellow school busses.
The scent of old grease and gasoline filled Jenny's nostrils as she was escorted to a small office with one dirty window that she noticed had been covered with tinting to block out the sun and nosy onlookers. A sense of doom consumed her as her captor closed the office door.
"My, my, you look delicious. I think you might be the cutest of all my students," the bus driver commented with a suspicious looking grin as he motioned for Jenny to sit on a dirty old couch that lined one wall of the small office.
"Please don't," she begged as the man lifted the hem of her skirt.
"All good students should learn about their young bodies my dear so don't misbehave or your teacher will have to punish you," he continued as his eyes focused between her legs.
"If I let you do what you want will you let me go?" she asked while suppressing her tears, hoping that if she cooperated, she would be let go without harm.
"Sure honey. You're a smart little girl, aren't you? If my other students had taken that attitude, then they wouldn't have been punished.
Jenny reclined obediently on the nasty, smelly couch as her slender legs were parted and her skirt pulled up and above her waist. Her eyes closed as she pretended to be in her own bedroom, wishing that the man would get finished soon so she could go home. Her young, preteen body trembled when she felt his hands smooth over her bare skin, caressing her thighs while occasionally brushing against her panty covered slit.
"You're so pretty that I think I'm going to have to fuck your little pussy…or I won't respect myself in the morning," the man commented with a chuckle as his fingertip probed her shallow slit, causing Jenny to squirm and try in vain to close her legs.
"Little girls like you have the smoothest skin, and the softest bodies," the man commented as he slid a finger under the leg band of her panties. "Well now, Honey! I know your sweet little pussy is in here somewhere," he continued as his whole hand slid inside of her panties, searching for her warm, smooth pubic mound and finally…her tender, preteen vagina.
"Oh, Darling. Your skin feels nice. M-m-m Oh! I love feeling up little girls. Here! Let's take these off," he continued as he slid the panties slowly down her legs until tossing them in a corner of the room.
The coolness of the air on her naked sex felt odd to Jenny when her panties were finally removed. Her eyes remained closed as she wondered what the man was going to do to her. Why was he so interested in her body and her private places? Why did he choose her?
As a modern day Ten-year-old girl, sex was no longer just a dirty word. Her mother had made sure to provide plenty of books, followed by mother-daughter discussions about having sex, boys, slang words and what she could expect to happen during intercourse.
"There, there honey. Don't be afraid. Your new teacher will make you feel nice and if you're a good girl, I'll even let you suck my cock," he went on as he noticed Jenny shaking with fear. The words sounded like the dialog from a 'b' movie to Jenny. She couldn't decide if the man was insane or just toying and teasing with her.
Feeling repulsed, she squirmed as her young slit was gently opened for the first time. Then a "GASP!" escaped from her mouth as a thick, warm finger was suddenly inside of her child sex, pushing and stretching her young vaginal opening while the bus driver seemed consumed with examining her secret places. "Maybe he'll be happy that I let him have his way and let me go," she thought as she pretended to enjoy his ministrations.
"Fuck me if ya wanna, then let me go," she suddenly blurted as her eyes fluttered open.
"Why don't you fuck me? I won't tell. My daddy puts his thingy in my vagina every night and I like it," she lied in the hopes of showing her cooperation.
"That's it darling. Now you're gonna get an 'A' for today, and I promise I'm better at fucking little girls than your daddy ever dreamed of," the bus driver replied with a twinkle in his eye as he spread her legs wider and nestled his face between her thighs.
"First thing though is to lick your little pussy until you cum. And then I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion like I did for those other girls," he commented from between her open thighs. "But the others gave me nothing but trouble, so they didn't get their pussies licked and loved like I'm gonna do for you, Honey," he announced in a light hearted tone as he began to lap hungrily at Jenny's young, naked sex.
"Mm! Mm! You're little cunt tastes yummy, my love. Slurp! Lick! Mm!" he moaned and groaned as he continued to lick and suck the juices of Jenny's young sex.
To Jenny's surprise, her vagina tingled with intense arousal as she experienced the pleasures of oral sex for the first time in her short, preteen life.
"OMIGOD!" she moaned as her hips began to gyrate and thrust into the bus driver's face, absorbing the surprising, sexually arousing sensation with eagerness and amazement.
Nothing in her dreams or imagination prepared her young brain for such pleasure and overcoming sexual arousal. "OMIG-G-OD!" she cried as her body arched off the couch when the intense quakes of her first orgasm wracked every nerve and muscle.
The radiant glow of sexual satiation filled her young face as her body went limp after experiencing a mind-numbing climax. Her youthful blue eyes were glassed over as she stared blankly at the ceiling while the bus driver gazed at her face in admiration of his handiwork.
"Now! Wasn't that the best feeling you've ever had, my darling?" he asked with a grin as he quickly dropped his pants and gripped his swollen, fully erect cock.
"Ouch! Please…No!" The words of protest were an automatic response to the huge, meaty shaft impaling Jenny's child-sized vagina.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH JESUS!" The groans and grunts continued from the bus driver's mouth as he guided his dick into a young underage girl's amazingly tight fuckhole for the umpteenth time in his quest to satisfy his addiction for kiddy-pussy.
More grunts filled the air as his brain and adult penis bathed in the warm, smooth lining of Jenny's incredibly tight vagina. Suddenly, "OH SHIT! OH DARLING! I'M CUMMING I'M…" His words and groans drifted as his cock exploded with hot, endless ropes of thick cum, filling the fifth grader's body with his seed.
Jenny's eyes opened wide as the soothing warmth of sperm filled her womb with surprise. The warm thickness of the man's penis felt nice and her vagina didn't hurt anymore, she realized.
"Mm," she murmured under her breath, as her young pussy was being stimulated and sexually fulfilled beyond her dreams.
"I'm gonna let you go, Honey, but after a few more days," her captor mumbled as he continued slowly fucking her young body in a rhythmic fashion, relishing the intense, sexually satisfying treat that fed his growing addiction like a drug.
The words were a relief Jenny thought, but then her body automatically began responding, fucking the thick, meaty penis that impaled her little-girl pussy. Her brain was euphoric with sensation as she embraced sex with her captor, thrusting her groin into his, until another orgasm rippled through her young body, causing her to convulse and thrash on the couch until she was spent and limp.
Thick, sticky clumps of semen and dried blood clung to her naked skin and the couch cushion, presenting an unsettling sight to Jenny's immature brain. Finally, she felt relief after the bus driver eased his swollen cock from her cum covered vagina. But the sight of her own blood served as testament that she had lost her precious virginity, but the strange looking goo, she decided, must be his sperm."
"Here, Darling! Clean up and get dressed," the bus driver smiled as he handed Jenny a dirty rag, covered in grease and stains of unknown origin.
"I'm sorry darling, but I gotta lock you up while I run an errand. I'll bring some food and cokes…and maybe a doll or toy," he said cheerfully as he buckled his pants and zipped his fly.
After trying her best to break free and escape, Jenny sat saddened and concerned about her parents and friends worrying about her. The door on the office was made of steel and locked with a padlock. The window had steel bars on the outside and the walls, a solid hardwood that were securely nailed.
Tears filled her cheeks as she thought about her plight while wondering if her abductor would do as he said and let her go. She felt dirty and used. Her vagina was beginning to throb and a trickle of fresh blood was leaking from her recently deflowered baby hole. Sobs filled the room until the sound of the padlock being opened made her freeze with expectations.
While the door opened slowly, creaking and screeching from its dry, rusty hinges, Jenny wished she could hide, but there was no place to escape from her next fate.
The sight of another man, a strange man that she had never seen caused her to recoil with profound fear. Unknown to the child, the stranger was none other than the recently promoted Captain Brier, the Precinct Patrol Supervisor. Smiling with a look that revealed his illicit intentions he closed the door and turned to face her.
"Well, my little slut. You're just as cute as Andy said you were," the man commented as he licked his lips.
For the first time in her ordeal, Jenny finally knew the name of her abductor. But who was 'this' man? And what did he want? She wondered as a suspicious look began to fill the stranger's face.
"Sit her darling so we can get acquainted. Don't be shy. I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a soothing tone as he motioned for Jenny to sit next to him on the smelly semen-covered couch.
"You're very pretty," he continued as he rested a fingertip on her bare knee.
"You can call me Bill. And I'll call you…ah what's your name honey?" He went on as he moved his finger, edging gradually between her thighs until his whole hand was deep beneath her dress and only inches from her crotch.
"I'm Jenny. Please let me go home! I promise I won't tell anyone. I'll just say I skipped school. I promise. Please mister?" she whined as a flood of tears filled her cheeks.
"STOP CRYING, YOU LITTLE TEASE! I know you like cock and I know you like having your little pussy licked. Andy told me all about you and what a slut you were. And you're mine now. So you might as well stop whining and live a little longer!"
The words, "live a little longer" were ominous-sounding. The bus driver had promised, Jenny thought, as she happened to notice the condom in the man's hand.
"Lay down, you little whore! We're gonna have some fun," The man calling himself "Bill" ordered as he pushed the child down on her back.
Jenny was tired of fighting, wishing and hoping. Her brain turned to jelly as her skirt was pulled above her waist and her panties removed in one swift motion. The stranger was brutal, more abrupt and ruthless as he parted her legs and began to molest her young sex. Sighs of approval escaped from his mouth as he continued, smoothing a hand the length of her naked thighs until she felt her vagina opened by his thumbs.
"You're little cunt looks just the right size, my dear," the man mumbled as he slid his pants and underwear off while grinning to himself with expectations. She watched as he began to wrap the condom over his fully erect cock.
"OUCH! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" She cried as the two inch thick adult penis seemed to split her young, tender pussy wide open.
"OH SWEET JESUS!" the man moaned out loud as his shaft impaled Jenny's preteen vagina to his ball sack.
After a few strokes, his balls exploded, filling the little girl's fuck-hole with a river of thick sperm. The warm sensation was now familiar to Jenny. The thickness of another man's cock, sliding in and out of her vagina was arousing, even under the duress and trauma of the moment. She moaned repeatedly, thrashing and crying out as another orgasm rocked her brain and young body. After the raging climax, her lithe body rested- limp and in passive surrender while her tiny pussy dripped excess semen from her second fucking of the day.
"You like having your pussy fucked, don't you?" The cop grinned until he noticed that the rubber had come off inside of the girl's pussy. "Shit! Damn!" he mumbled as he realized his DNA was now inside of a child's body.
Jenny froze with fear as the cop ranted, cursed and finally ordered her to open her legs wide so he could retrieve the lost condom from the depths of her ravaged vagina.
"Having fun!" The bus driver's voice bellowed from the doorway as he suddenly entered the small office after returning from his errand.
Andy laughed as the cop complained that his rubber came off inside of the ten-year-old girl's pussy. The cop wasn't amused.
"Now the little slut has to disappear and NOT be found, you stupid fuck," Andy announced as he ordered Jenny to get up from the couch and put her panties back on.
Sam Dobbs felt some relief as the only witness to a child abduction revealed what she saw that morning when Jenny was kidnapped from her bus stop. The fact that the suspicious yellow school bus had no numbers was a useful clue, but more exciting was the almost readable lettering on the sides of the bus. The volunteer said she thought she could see the words, "Our lady of Lords," that had been barely painted over. A check at the local Catholic School was all that was needed to determine that several of their old, tired buses had been auctioned off several years ago.
Layers of records were searched without results until one of the office clerks remembered seeing an ad in the "Nickel Shopper" a few years ago, advertising used school busses and surplus trucks. After a visit to the shopper paper's office, Sam finally found an old archive of past issues. With a sense of urgency and eagerness, he searched through disk after disk of past issues until his eyes, now blurred from the repetitive task, opened saucer wide as he spotted the old advertisement.
His heart skipped a beat when the phone number and contact name seemed to jump off the computer screen.
"Well maintained used school busses and medium duty trucks for sale. Call today! Ph. (767) 433-1101. Ask for Andy," the ad read.
"Please! Don't kill me! I won't tell. I wanna go home now! Jenny cried when she realized her certain fate.
"I'm sorry honey, but we can't afford to take a chance," Andy replied solemnly as his partner in crime, Captain Brier reminded him to "take care of the girl," and left the office to go back to work.
The garage where Jenny had been assaulted and held captive was also a business venture, owned by Captain Brier and Andy Wilson. Andy managed the business while Captain Brier was a silent partner, until he walked into the office one day and discovered Andy with a young, underage girl. Temptation fueled his sudden desire for kiddy sex while they took turns with the child. The stage was set for more, as each developed a consuming new addiction. After that momentous day, they conspired to feed their growing need. Captain Brier took advantage of his position in the Police Force, cruising the bus stops and sending Andy with the school bus to a chosen, unsuspecting mark. Children were nabbed regularly, but after a few close calls, some of the young girls met a sad, but predictable fate.
"Hello! Yes this is Andy! Uh huh. Yes! We still have some busses for sale. Sure! Come over some time and take a look. The prices start at ten thousand and up, but they're all in good mechanical condition. The address is 2340 Industrial Way, just off the freeway." Andy replied after answering the phone. "No! Not now. I'm just about to leave on an errand. Can you come by later? I'll be back in a couple of hours," he pleaded in a desperate tone.
Over the years, the garage hadn't been making much money. Captain Brier constantly complained that Andy was lazy and too busy with snatching kids to run the business. Selling a bus or two would placate the old cop he mused and pay some bills too.
"Alright! Come over now if you insist, but please hurry if you don't mind. I really have some important errands to take care of," Andy gave in as he glanced at Jenny with a worrisome look.
"Well sweetie. It looks like you're gonna have to be hidden and out of sight while I take care of some business," he commented. "But I'm warning you! Don't try anything or you'll be punished like the little whore that you are!" He continued as he motioned for Jenny to turn around so he could tie her hands with rope. "Sorry about this!" he said as he wrapped a soiled, smelly rag around her mouth as a gag.
Captain Brier's heart nearly stopped as the radio in his unmarked police car came to life.
"Be advised! All units! A raid by the SWAT Team, led by Detective Dobbs of the "Child Sex Crimes" unit is in route to a garage at 2340 Industrial Way in the South side of town. Units 12, 45 and 81 are ordered to serve as backup and close all roads and exits to the property. The suspect may be armed and in possession of an abducted child. Her name is Jenny Stuart. She's ten years old with long, blonde hair and wearing a red skirt. Also be advised that this might be the serial child abductor and murderer. That is all!"
The black, full sized sedan sped in haste towards the garage as Captain Brier pressed the gas pedal to the floor in hopes of making sure that Andy and the girl were long gone and out of sight. His breathing escalated while his anal sphincter tightened. The fear of discovery about his horrific crimes on children flooded his brain. But eventually, his worry faded as he reminded himself that he was a respected police officer…and in command of one of the largest police precincts in the city. "Yeah things are gonna be fine," he mused as he exited the freeway while making a mental note to kill his partner, just to be sure if given the chance.
In a cloud of dust, an army of police, SWAT and FBI agents swarmed around the garage.
Andy's jaw dropped, as he realized how careless he had been. Then he noticed his partner, Captain Brier, pulling up in his unmarked police car, as if he was just part of the swarm.
"I'll go in first if you don't mind," Captain Brier hollered as if he was eager to risk his life to arrest the long sought after perpetrator.
Before Detective Dobbs could stop him, the Captain kicked the door open and made a beeline for the office inside of the garage. Anger consumed him when he spotted the school bus that should have been gone with Andy while he was supposed to be taking care of the only living witness to their dirty deeds.
"What's going on?" Andy asked out loud as the Captain rushed into the office.
"Blam! Blam!" Was his answer as the Captain shot him twice in the chest to silence him forever, and close the loop to his own involvement in their sordid crimes that had shook the city for years.
After placing his "throw away" gun next to Andy, Captain Brier was soon surrounded by the SWAT Team, numerous police, FBI and Detective Dobbs.
"YOU STUPID BASTARD! YOU'VE KILLED OUR ONLY LINK TO FIND OUT WHERE THE GIRL IS," Sam Dobbs fumed with anger as he faced the Captain.
"He was about to shoot me Detective, I'm sorry, but it was… I had no choice," The Captain replied while feeling relief that his secret was safe.
"SPREAD OUT AND SEARCH THIS FUCKING PLACE!" Sam ordered with a scowl.
The scene resembled a busy beehive as cops and FBI personnel began searching every inch of the garage while Captain Brier pretended to help, showing his deep concern for finding the missing girl. With intense vigilance, he watched the other law enforcement personnel as they opened car trunks and searched the interiors of every vehicle in the garage. He was beginning to wonder where Andy hid the child. Did he get rid of her body? Had he killed her as ordered? What if she was alive and spotted him after being found? Sweat poured from his skin as he realized the peril he was in.
Detective Dobbs was still fuming, seething and enraged that Captain Brier had overstepped his authority and ruined his chances at finding Jenny Stuart, whom might be still alive. The Captain's deliberate actions seemed almost culpable, and the more Sam thought about his unexpected behavior, the more he became suspicious. "But why? Why would the Captain risk his life when more than thirty members of a well, trained SWAT team were at the ready to storm the place?" he wondered.
Sam's eyes focused on the Captain, hoping for a clue to his behavior and apparent, deliberate killing of the suspect.
"HELP ME! HELP ME!" a muffled voice hollered from somewhere near the small office. The voice continued, finally drawing the attention of everyone in the building.
Driven by instinct, Sam walked briskly into the cluttered small office. The voice seemed to be coming from the floor. A frantic search for a hidden door or stairway soon began as the army of searchers physically tore the office apart until a hidden door behind a shelf revealed a dark, narrow stairway into a basement.
Sam couldn't contain his joy and relief as the missing young child ran into his open arms, sobbing and crying while asking for her mother. After carrying her to the surface of the office floor, he hugged her warmly as tears trickled down his cheeks.
"You're safe now, Honey!" he offered as the girl clung tightly to his neck.
Jenny smiled brightly as the entire group of police and FBI spontaneously applauded when they realized that she was alive. But one particular person was suspiciously absent from the celebration and cheering.
Captain Brier didn't wait to be pointed out as one of Jenny's abductors.
After realizing that the girl was still alive and could easily identify him, he made sure he was out of the child's eyesight. But his thoughts returned to the accidental loss of the condom in her vagina. As a policeman, his DNA wouldn't be in the criminal database and unless he was forced to give a sample of his blood, he was home free, he reasoned.
After reuniting Jenny with her parents Sam waited a few days to interview the child and take her statement. But the strange behavior of Captain Brier continued to nag at his brain. Secretly, he accessed the Captain's personnel file in an attempt to discover a clue about the background and habits of a man that most people in the department despised. The surreptitious search revealed little about the man, except a nasty divorce that ended with the judge granting the Captain's spouse everything that mattered. A brief bout of drinking followed, which resulted in a few write-ups and not much else.
As customary in any law enforcement agency after an officer shoots a suspect in the line of duty, the Captain was temporarily relieved of active duty and interviewed by Internal Affairs. As requested, Sam Dobbs received a copy of the results. Nothing seemed out of line until after he interviewed Jenny in his office.
Her story mentioned an unknown man that closely matched the Captain. A stunning revelation, Sam thought as he tried to connect the dots that plagued his brain. Why would a career policeman with the rank of Captain be involved in such a heinous business as child kidnapping and murder? Then the suspicious nature of his cop brain finally took over, inspiring him to show Jenny a picture of Captain Brier, just to settle the question, once and for all!
Jenny shook her head "no" when she examined the photo, but then she realized that it looked very much like the man that she remembered, but she couldn't be sure. The wheels of thought turned in Sam's brain, bringing him to realize that the photo was taken many years ago when the Captain was much younger and thinner. There was only one valid way to eliminate the Captain's complicity.
"Captain Brier?" The woman's voice inquired as he answered his telephone at home.
"Yes. This is the Captain. What can I do for you?" he replied.
"You've been cleared to return to duty and expected back in the office tomorrow," The caller continued "Thank you I'll be in the office at eight," he responded with a grateful grin, feeling exonerated and finally cleared of suspicion, even though exoneration was suspiciously faster than usual.
Killing Andy was unavoidable as far as Captain Brier was concerned. But a loose end still remained. The girl! She would certainly eventually find out that he was a cop and that self-righteous Sam Dobbs would no doubt suspect his involvement. The girl had to be silenced.
"Hello! This is Officer Green with the Orlando Police Department. Is this Jenny Stuart's mother? Captain Brier lied as he called to setup an appointment to meet with the child before Sam Dobbs could arrange a trap the next morning, enabling the girl to identify him when he returned to the precinct.
"Yes, this is Jenny's mother," she answered in a curious tone.
Pretending to be Officer Green, he explained that he would be coming to their house to pick up Jenny to ask more questions about her ordeal, if it was okay with her. "But Sam Dobbs is not to be told about the interview," he explained, saying that Detective Dobbs was too emotional to conduct an objective interview due to the loss of his own daughter some years ago. Reluctantly, Jenny's mother agreed and asked her daughter to cooperate.
Thanks to modern day theatrical makeup, Captain Brier's own mother wouldn't recognize him he mused as he applied the final touch of disguise to his face. Normally his hair looked thin and gray, but a dab of black hair dye, a matching hairpiece and mustache made him look years younger and a different man. The child would never suspect him he thought as he gazed in the mirror.
"Thank you Mrs. Stuart for being so gracious and helpful. But it would be much better if I take Jenny to the precinct to ask her a few more questions.
Jenny's mother sensed something amiss with the police officer as she waved goodbye to her daughter, "But after all, he was in uniform and drove a police car so what was it that seemed strange about him?" she wondered.
"Where are we going?" Jenny asked as she soon realized that they had passed the usual freeway exit to the police department.
"Don't worry, Honey. We'll be there in a few minutes but first I have to stop somewhere to pick up a…uh package." Captain Brier replied as Jenny suddenly sensed something familiar about the officer.
That voice! That voice was the same as the man in the garage, she remembered as the memory of the horrid ordeal filled her brain with flashbacks of him lying on top of her body and the sensation of his thick penis, moving inside of her. Her body shuddered at the thought that she was alone with him again, and she might not ever see her mother again.
The Russian Village was a mosaic of the culture. Fine restaurants, museums and shopping centers selling "knockoffs" of designer clothing and pirated videos and music discs were the main industry. But a new industry was in the making.
Child trafficking was becoming a profitable addition to the Russian mob. Their network of sneaking underage girls, destined for a cruel life of sexual exploitation to anywhere on the planet was extremely efficient. Girls of all ages; from ten to twenty were secretly placed aboard freighters, private airplanes or driven to Canada and Mexico where another pipeline was ready to whisk them to their buyers.
Usually, the wealthy movers and shakers of large corporations, political leaders of small countries or drug dealers were the prime customers. But often a whorehouse in some far off place where the local police could be easily bought off was always eager to purchase little girls to please a certain client with something different and rare. A cute, ten-year-old girl like Jenny would bring ten thousand dollars or more.
"I wanna go now! Please take me home. I don't wanna go in there," Jenny begged as she was forced up the stairs of a rundown apartment in the "Russian Village" part of town.
"Stop the whining you little fuckin' whore or I'll have to put a gag on you!" The Captain threatened as he held Jenny tightly until a door opened, revealing a clue to her fate when she noticed the grin on the burly looking Russian's face.
"Such a pretty one, Captain!" The Russian spoke up as his eyes focused on Jenny's young body.
"Put her with the others and lock the 'fuckeen' door!" he shouted to another Russian that suddenly appeared from another room.
Jenny's cries and sobs filled the room, alerting the two other young girls that a new recruit was about to join their ranks -of soon to be-child prostitutes.
"How much you want for her?" The Russian asked with a grin as he pulled a thick roll of hundred dollar bills from his pocket.
"You gotta admit she's the best one yet Vladimir," the Captain replied with a grin. "She's worth an easy ten thousand. Hell! She'll earn that much in a week or less," he continued.
"Okay my friend! Ten thousand for her, but if you want, I can go even better if you wanna wait for your money for a month or two. I have a big, black, wealthy bastard of a customer that lives in Kenya. I'll bet he pay maybe fifty thousand for a smooth-skinned little white girl to take to bed every night. One look at her and his cock will hold him hostage for sure," Vladimir replied in his thick accent.
"Done deal! Captain Brier responded as he coaxed the Russian out of a five thousand dollar, good faith down payment.
Jenny continued to sob while the other two girls in the locked room tried to console her. Most of the girls were her age, except for one older and taller girl that looked like a teenager.
"What's your name?" one of the girls asked after the sobs finally turned into a whimper of surrender.
"I'm Jenny Stuart. What do these men want with me?" she answered while drying her tears with a tissue supplied by the older girl.
"I'm Cathy Rigby and I was kidnapped from my bus stop and then…these two men made me do things like take off my clothes and lay down while they took turns getting on top of me and they…" the younger girl offered.
"Hey! That's what happened to me too," Jenny interrupted. "But the police found me and caught one of the men. He's dead. But the other man turned out to be a policeman that took me from my house and brought me here. I thought he was gonna kill me cause I know what he looks like," she continued as worry consumed her brain with the thought of never seeing her mother and dad again, and them, not knowing where she was.
Suddenly the door opened and in walked one of the Russian men.
"YOU! COME WITH ME!" Vladimir commanded as he pointed towards Jenny.
"Don't fight, Jenny! Do what he wants or…" the girls hollered after her in vain until the door closed with the sound of finality!
Detective Dobbs was livid after Jenny's mother called, explaining that Officer Green picked up her daughter over four hours ago and hadn't been heard from since. After checking the roster of 'on duty' patrolmen and checking personnel files on the computer, the only Officer Green on staff was off duty. A phone call to his home revealed his worst fears. The cop was home and hadn't been out all night except to attend his son's parent-teacher's conference at school.
On a hunch, Sam checked the police motor pool to see if any of the squad cars had been checked out or unaccounted for.
"No sir! All cars are accounted for sir, but you might wanna check with…hey! Wait a minute!" The motor pool manager blurted. "Officer Green signed out a car hours ago, but he's not even supposed to be on duty tonight," he continued. "The strange thing is. The car is back in the motor pool and I don't remember checking it in…nor, do I remember seeing Officer Green tonight. Maybe he brought it back when Captain Brier asked me to check something on his car earlier and I didn't see him,"
"Did you say Captain Brier was here tonight?" Sam asked for clarification.
"Uh huh. He wanted me to check out his car because he was having problems with his police radio he said. But I couldn't find anything wrong with it. Then he left it for a while and ordered me to keep working on it until I found the trouble. I don't know where he went but he was gone along time. Come to think of it, he took one of the squad cars and…"
"Okay. I want that squad car that the Captain used blocked off. And let no one near it until the forensic guys get here. Meanwhile, if Captain Brier comes in or calls, don't mention anything!" Sam ordered as he called the forensics lab on his cell phone and ordered an immediate examination of the car.
Meanwhile, every available officer and detective had been dispatched to scour the city for any sign of Captain Brier and the girl. A check at the Captain's home proved futile, but finally, a bit of luck rained down on the frantic search efforts when Officer Terry Curran happened to spot the Captain's unmarked car and gave chase. The Captain soon realized that he was now a suspect, speeding his way through the city in what he knew was a useless attempt to avoid being captured. No one outruns the Police these days and like a mongoose attacking a snake, the snake always loses in the end, he realized.
The thought of shooting himself and avoiding the humiliation of going to trial, prison- or worse, gripped the Captain's brain like a vise as he finally pulled his car to the side of the road. His service revolver was nestled on his lap as Officer Curran walked cautiously to his window.
"What's the problem?" The Captain asked as he tried to hide the pistol in his lap.
"Sorry sir, but I have to take you in for questioning under the orders of Detective Dobbs,"
"I don't think I'll allow that. I'm your superior and you take orders from me!" Captain Brier replied in a raised voice.
"I'm not going to argue Captain. Resisting arrest by a dully sworn officer is a serious offense, as you know. Now step out of the vehicle slowly or I'll have plenty of backup here to pull you out in a less pleasant way" Officer Curran responded tersely.
By the time Officer Curran finished his words, Captain Brier's car was completely surrounded by other officers. Sam Dobbs arrived a few minutes later with only one question.
"Captain Brier? You're under arrest for kidnapping, murder, and child exploitation. You have the right to remain silent, but I advise against it right now because if you don't tell me where Jenny Stuart is I'm gonna blow your fucking head off, even if I have to go to prison myself, you pathetic piece of shit. Now! Where is that poor girl?" Sam threatened as he jammed the barrel of his nine-millimeter against the Captain's temple.
"I don't know what you're talking about, detective. And if you're going to arrest me, then do it! But don't threaten me unless you can prove your case, you stupid cocksucker," he replied as Sam yanked him from the car.
"Let's stop playing games. If that little girl is harmed in any way, you'll get the death penalty for sure. As it is, I might be able to get the DA to offer a deal for life in prison if you cooperate and tell me where she is before it's too late!" Sam calmly explained while seething mad inside of his brain, and poised to put a bullet in the Captain's head in retribution for his daughter.
"Suppose I do help you find the girls. I'm not admitting anything here, but just saying that if I…"
"Girls" Did you say girls" Sam interjected.
"Oops! I guess I did, detective. I guess I did," the Captain continued with a smirk that deserved to be beaten off his face, Sam thought as he finished putting handcuffs on him.
"How many girls?" Sam inquired with intense focus on every word and facial expression on the Captain's face.
"First! I want a deal in writing from the DA so you better get him down here. Then I want assurances that I'll be placed in a secure prison and away from other convicts," Captain Brier offered, finally realizing that his own certain doom was a forgone, hopeless conclusion that even the best and most expensive legal mind couldn't overcome.
The reluctance of the DA to not ask for the death penalty was its own challenge, but the life of a child and possibly other young girls was at stake. Captain Brier got his deal then hesitantly confessed that he had taken Jenny Stuart and Cathy Rigby to a Russian mob hangout to be exported as child prostitutes. It was all Sam Dobbs could do, to keep from beating him to death, but lives were at stake and he could deal with the Captain later.
"You're gonna make me a lot of money, but first I gotta see if you're worth the trouble," Vladimir commented as he led Jenny into his bedroom and closed the door.
Jenny was speechless and frozen with fear as the Russian motioned for her to sit on the bed. At first, he just ran his fingers through her hair. Then he seemed to be sniffing her neck until finally placing her on her backside. Not a word was uttered as she lay in surrender, shaking and wishing that she was home and this was just a bad dream. Her childhood flashed through her mind as she sought refuge. The faces of her parents smiled as she played in the yard with her puppy. Everything was…
"American girls are so pretty and sexy," the Russian suddenly commented as Jenny felt the warmth of his thick hand cup her young sex, which lay hidden and out of sight under her jeans. "There! I can feel your little slit, my love. Doesn't that feel nice?" He continued as he rubbed her pubic mound, pressing firmly on her crotch while pushing his index finger into the cleft of her vaginal opening.
"I think we should take your pants off. Don't you?" Vladimir commented with a chuckle as he unsnapped the button on her jeans, finally pulling on the zipper until her panties could be seen.
His eyes widened when he saw the glow of her innocence radiating between her creamy smooth thighs. The lower her pants slid down her young body, the more he licked his lips with expectations and lust. He wanted her. She looked too desirable and fuckable to share with a client…until he tired of her and that would be soon like all the others, he mused.
Jenny gasped when Vladimir placed his warm mouth directly over her panty-covered crotch. Her hips pushed into his face as he placed his large hands under each of her butt cheeks while pulling her young body tightly to his mouth. The sensation was too arousing and sexually pleasing to want him to stop. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying such things, but "OH YES!" she sighed as her panty leg was pulled to one side and a wet, hot tongue began lapping hungrily inside of her hole. Soon, she began thrashing and grinding her groin into his face until she climaxed in a noisy, bed shaking crescendo of sexual release.
While Jenny rested in her sexual bliss, Vladimir quickly removed his clothes, followed by sliding her panties completely off.
"I'm gonna fuck you beyond your dreams my little whore," he whispered as he parted her legs and kneeled while gripping his swollen cock in one hand.
The Russian smiled as he guided his thick, meaty shaft into Jenny's young sex. Fucking young girls and making money selling them to the highest bidder was all he lived for, and he considered himself an artist when it came to having sex with a child such as Jenny. His cock ached with eagerness as it neared the child's naked pussy. The heat from her forbidden, young sex seemed to tug at his libido until the magic of the young girl's tight, smooth vagina filled his balls with blinding arousal. Groans escaped repeatedly from his mouth as he pushed gently into the sweet depths of her tiny cunt, sending waves of indescribable pleasure to his brain with every stroke.
"I might keep you for myself," he whispered in between grunts and groans as he continued to fuck the youngster in an almost loving way.
Jenny's eyes fluttered open as she gazed directly into her Russian captor's eyes.
"Mm! Your thingy feels nice inside of me," she commented out loud as her body began to react in a natural way to sexual intercourse.
"OH! YES! BABY! YES!" Vladimir groaned as his balls unloaded like a cannon into Jenny's warm, preteen vagina. Every time he had sex with a child, the resulting orgasm was like a spiritual experience from heaven he realized as he squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock into Jenny's body.
A smile of delight grew over her face as the flood of sperm quickly filled her vaginal canal with its soothing, pleasant warmth. Then a surprising, odd thing occurred when their lips met for a passionate kiss. Still fucking each other, they embraced like two lovers as the door to the bedroom suddenly exploded off its hinges.
Jenny screamed as two men, dressed in SWAT team apparel rushed in with guns drawn.
Vladimir was at an embarrassing disadvantage though. With his adult cock buried inside of a child's vagina, and caught butt naked while trying to grab his weapon, the SWAT team members didn't hesitate for a second. Round after round of devastatingly lethal bullets shredded his huge body, tearing into his flesh while leaving a macabre looking red stain of blood on every inch of the walls and floor. Jenny continued to scream in hysterics when his dead torso fell directly on top of her small frame. The noise and commotion finally quieted when Sam Dobbs arrived in the room.
"I'm so sorry darling that you were exposed to this horror all over again," Sam commented as he helped Jenny get dressed.
"I'm okay Mr. Dobbs. But there are other girls locked in another room. Can we please let 'em out?" She replied as more tears trickled down her cheeks; not from her ordeal, but because a man that she felt a bond with, even though she should have loathed and hated him, now laid dead and covered in blood.
Jenny joined the other girls in hugs while celebrating their rescue from the bondage of the Russian mob. Cathy Rigby's father was beside himself with emotion and gratefulness as he was reunited with his child. Sam Dobbs celebrated in his own way by secretly arranging a painful death for Captain Brier as he languished in jail awaiting trial for his crimes. Soon after, Sam stopped drinking and began to write a book about the case. After it became a best seller, his thirst for alcohol returned and continues to this day. He never got over the tragic loss of his daughter, but framed the newspaper account of the brutal torture and death of Captain Brier, displaying it like a trophy on his wall.
Jenny had grown emotionally and sexually beyond her young years from her experiences.
Adult men sensed and were drawn to her sexual maturity, including her bus driver, fifth grade teacher and her daddy. Her chosen way to dress caused her mother to reel with frustration.
Lip-gloss and eye shadow complimented her newly selected attire of short, sexy, revealing skirts. Like a carrot dangled before the horse, she teased boys and adult men alike with her young, devastatingly cute face and scantily dressed body. Other mothers refused their daughters to hang out with her, calling her a slut and bad image of what a child her age should dress like. In a short time, her only friend was her daddy.
"Daddy! Will you sleep with me please? I'm afraid to be alone at night. I love you daddy. Do you love me? OH! DADDY!"