2 comments/ 19759 views/ 8 favorites Sperm Wars: The Family Menace By: WifeWatchman Sperm Wars 4: The Family Menace The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series. Interludes 1-5 Sperm Wars series. Before voting or commenting, please remember that these stories are building up to future stories with better sex and you-solve-it police cases. The Sperm Wars series is a necessary prequel to those stories. The story is told in disjointed and time-shifting format... on purpose. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Part 16 - Darkness and Dawn Cold. So cold. I realized I was awake, and it was cold. I was cold. The only sensation I could feel at that moment was the cold. I looked up at the faces hovering over me, blurred faces without form, the sounds they were making unintelligible. It took a moment for my eyes to clear and realize they were EMTs. As my consciousness fully returned, so did the pain. The intense pain in my left side, the throbbing ache in the back of my head. "Easy, Detective." one of the EMTs said. "Lie still. You're wounded." "Wait..." I said as I remembered. I raised my head as much as I could, through the pain. I saw what I wanted to see. "Don't let that guy get away." I said, trying to point at the other person lying on the ground, surrounded by EMTs and two uniformed police officers. "He's not going anywhere." Detective Cindy Ross said, coming into my view. "We've got him. Hugh and I are here and taking care of everything. You just relax, Don, okay?" "The kids..." I asked. "They're fine." Ross replied. "Okay guys, get him to the hospital." As I felt myself being loaded onto the ambulance, my mind was in rewind, playing over the events that had led to this moment... ------------------------------ It was nearly a week after the murder of Nurse Anna, and there had not been a single lead on Ned nor Elizabeth's whereabouts. While it was likely Elizabeth had left town, I suspected that Ned was still in the area, and had put out bulletins to the Force to be on the lookout for him. "Teresa made a great point," Cindy Ross said to me and Lt. Britt Maxwell that evening as we wound down and chatted at the Cop Bar after work, "but she doesn't want anyone in Vice knowing she said anything to us." This bothered me, as the intra-Force divisions leading to failures to communicate were hurting the Police Department, but I said nothing as I listened to Cindy. Cindy continued "She said that you missed one obvious thing: that if Elizabeth and Ned are part of a drug ring, they must've had contacts, and they've had those contacts for some considerable time. Maybe even before your problems with them last summer." "That *IS* a good point." I acknowledged. "Britt, was there ever any information that Ned was trafficking while he was in school last year?" "No." Lt. Maxwell replied, "but who knows what drugs he was making behind Dr. Heinz's back, and he well could have been distributing during that time." Britt frowned as she thought about it. "But I'll tell you this, Don: when I looked further into Ned's activities with those designer drugs back then, I got warned off, fast and hard. Everyone from President Wellman to FDA Agent Fred Dixon to Professor Fredricson made sure to let me know that the case was in, and I quote, 'higher hands', and that I need not waste my valuable time looking into it." "And then yesterday, after the revelations about Tony and the performance-enhancing drugs (PEDs) that Ned was making came out, President Wellman invited me to lunch and made sure to mention that that case needed to be pursued 'in the quietest way possible.'" "Sure," I said, "that's totally understandable: the President does not want his school's football team to come under NCAA scrutiny. That's the 'cash cow' around here. Oh well, I'm not interested in them; they'll likely have to come up with a new source for any PEDs they want to cheat with. I'm more interested in getting a murderer off the streets." "You mean two murderers, don't you?" Cindy asked. I looked at her. "I've been thinking about that. Elizabeth is certainly guilty of being part of all this, but I'm not sure she intended for any of these murders to happen. If we catch her, don't be surprised if she tries to cut a deal and puts it all on Ned." I got up. "And she may be telling the truth, if what I'm thinking is right." Just then Officer Pete Feeley, a uniformed officer who strongly desired to become a Detective, came rushing in, still in his uniform. "Big one!" he said, stopping at our table. "Two children have been kidnapped. Separate incidents." We scrambled. Part 17 - The Set-Up 7:00am the next morning, after a sleepless night, I turned on the TV to catch the morning news. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" the attractive redheaded reporter almost shouted into the microphone from her position in front of the Government buildings in Town Square, where the Media usually delivered their reports. They had been banished from the grounds of Police Headquarters the instant I was hired onto the Force. It is possible that THAT might have been my first and only requirement made of them when I was offered the job. "Channel Two News has learned that there has been a third kidnapping of a child. Eight-year-old Katie Gibson was taken from her mother at gunpoint last night outside the west end Target store. Little Rachel Fourier and young Alton Taylor were taken earlier in the day in two daring kidnappings made in broad daylight." "Channel Two News has also learned that a ransom for the three has been delivered to the Police Department for all three children." How did THAT leak, I wondered as I watched Bettina Wurtzburg continue her report. "The ransom is for $200,000 total, and the kidnapper has made his identity known. His name is Bobby Joe Graves, who police say has a long criminal record. Channel Two News could only confirm that Graves has demanded that the ransom be delivered by a Town Police Officer, but has not given the location to deliver the ransom as of this morning. Channel Two News will break in with any developments in this serious case just as soon as we get the information. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News." She was almost smiling as she delivered this devastating report, and I wondered if her glee came from knowing she was leaking police information, or having a big story to report... or the kidnappings themselves. With the Press, there was no telling. Have I mentioned that I am NOT a fan of the Press? ------------------------- "Don," Chief Griswold said solemnly, his face a mask of worry, "the kidnapper has demanded that you personally deliver the ransom." We were sitting in the Chief's conference room. In addition to the Chief, myself, and my MCD team, Lt. Maxwell was there with State Bureau of Investigation (SBI) Agent Richard "Dick" Ferrell. The guy was a total asshole. He had dark brown hair that was thinning on the top of his head, and very large curly mustache, similar to Chief Griswold's but dark brown instead of nearly white like the chief's. I totally hated the guy, but he and the SBI had insisted he be the State's "liaison" to the kidnapping case. We knew what that meant: the State wanted to take all the credit if the case got solved. Of course, if it failed and went wrong, we local "hicks" would be assigned total blame. "Why would Bobby Joe Graves ask for him by name?" Ferrell said, haughtily. "Does your detective have a past relationship with that turd?" I was caught thinking to myself that there WAS a bigger asshole than Steven Ikea in this County, and the bastard was sitting right here. And Ferrell's insinuation did not escape my notice, either: the SBI was still very aggressively antagonistic to the Town & County Police Force, and my arrival had in no way mollified some of their local agents: they were scared to death of me, and everyone present knew it all too well. Ferrell's insinuation that I had some "relationship" with Graves was an all-but-open question if I was a "dirty" cop. "Nope." I replied. "I've never even heard of Graves before these kidnappings. He's a small-time loser, never done anything of this magnitude before. Of course... I'm sure a special agent of your... distinction... understands the true nature of what is going on here." As I said it, Ferrell failed to hide his confusion as well as his contempt. He waited for me to continue, but I didn't, letting the sentence hang in the air, embarrassing him. It was as if everyone else knew the joke but he didn't. Of course I knew that Graves was just a "front", that someone else was using Graves and these kidnappings to get to me. And it didn't take too much to realize who the hidden leader was. I was beginning to see a pattern in Ned: he liked to use others to do his dirty work for him, which made him actually committing two murders himself a bit confusing... "All right, Don." the chief said, as a way of admonishing my mischief. He continued, "The parents of these kids don't have much money at all: they're absolutely not who our police psychologist would've expected to be potential kidnap victims. But one of the University trustees has... anonymously, as far as you all are concerned... agreed to put up the money for us to deliver. The bills will be marked and the bag bugged. Bobby Joe Graves is by no means the sharpest tool in the shed. We won't get the address to deliver the ransom until tomorrow morning." "Damn." Britt Maxwell said. "Those poor kids must be terrified. I wish there were some way we could find them now." "We're working on it." I said. "Speaking of which, I'm going to go do that right now. I'm sure Agent Ferrell has his own methods and will be following those." Not only had I taken a shot at Ferrell, but I'd deliberately left off the "Special" from "Special Agent".. an insult he noticed and made a mental note of. Part 18 - Hospital Care It was my third night in the hospital. I was still very groggy, going into and out of sleep for periods of time, losing track of day and night and the hours. Most of the pain had gone away, except when I tried to move. The doctors had said I was healing well and should be able to go home in as little as three more days. I didn't know whether to attribute that to the miracles of modern medicine or the impersonal cost cutting of the insurance company, but I'd be glad to get out of here nonetheless. It was around 2:30 am, as near as I could tell from the clock-radio Melina had brought in and put on the bedside table for me. Although I was only consciously aware of it at irregular intervals, she had spent nearly all of the daylight hours here with me, and had only gone home to sleep during the night at my insistence when I was awake enough to tell her, with Laura supporting me and taking Melina home to get some rest. Laura had also spent many hours in the room, occasionally invoking her privilege as a doctor on staff at the hospital to check up on me. I realized that during those times when I was dreaming of Laura and smelling her perfume that she must have been in the hospital room with me. My MCD team had also taken turns visiting and staying with me and the chief and his wife had stopped in a couple of times, and they all told me at times that I'd been awake and talking to them... and I had no memory of their visits nor the conversations at all. I later learned that I had asked several times if anyone else had been found in the burned out warehouse, and was assured that only two of Ned's perps were found, both injured. I was in the security ward of the hospital even though the threat to me was considered diminished. Even so, I tensed up when I heard the door to my room open. A silhouette figure approached the bed, and I soon realized that it was one of the night duty nurses. I only knew her name as Nurse Jones. She was a black woman with a very pretty face, a firm shapely body and a saucy ass that I would love to ride. Was this a dream? Was she really here in the room? "Oh, you're awake, baby?" she said very quietly as she stood next to the bed. Her perfume smelled good and her voice was husky, and I felt the stirrings in my loins as my cock began to swell. Yes, I was becoming sexually aroused, even here in the hospital. I was injured, not dead. "Mmm, you're doing much better." Nurse Jones said, and I wondered why she was being so quiet, speaking in such low tones. It felt surreal, as if it was a dream. "And you're doing just fine where it counts the most." she said, noting the bulge where my cock was tenting the sheet, her hand sliding carefully over my chest and abs to my loins. I was throbbing by now. "You just relax, baby." she said, "and let Nurse Jones take care of your needs. I know just what to do to make you all better." I felt the sheet being pulled back, followed by my useless hospital gown, the cool air feeling cold. The cold didn't feel like a dream, I thought as Nurse Jones's warm dry hand take hold of my cock. "Oh baby, that's a nice cock." Nurse Jones said quietly, but I detected the excitement in her voice. "Ohhhhhhh...." I whispered as I felt her kiss the tip of my cockhead, then take my length into her hot, wet mouth, sliding her lips down my shaft nearly to the base then back up again, sucking hard as her lips clung tightly to my inches, never breaking contact. "Mmm, so good baby." Nurse Jones whispered as her tongue circled my cockhead, her left hand massaging my aching, very full balls while her right hand gripped the base of my shaft and began pumping it. "Mmm, that is fine white cock, baby, and I love sucking it. Does that feel good, baby?" Not waiting for my answer, the beautiful black nurse swallowed my man-sausage and began giving me serious head, deeply sucking me as her hand stroked me harder. "Oh God, that feels good!" I answered. "God damn, that's so good!" I had not had sex in days, and the shocks of pleasure racing through my loins and my spine were intense, competing well against the pain of breathing too hard and too deeply. For the next several minutes the room was silent except for the occasionally slurp and kiss from Nurse Jones's mouth as she expertly fellated my cock. She was incredibly good, and I could tell that she was very aroused by her actions... and perhaps by the fact that she was a black woman sucking my white cock. The thought of our interracial liaison added to my excitement also; it felt great to have a black woman sucking my dick! The thoughts, coming after the spell of days without sex, soon built up and I felt my nut rising hard and fast. "UHK! OH! UNH!" I gasped, trying to stifle my voice. Exquisitely pleasurable pain rocked my cock and balls, followed by the immense joy of release as the first huge spurt of my semen rocketed into Nurse Jones's throat. She moaned as jolt after jolt of my pent-up seed escaped from the prison of my balls and coated her throat. My cock was still throbbing and pulsing when Nurse Jones licked up the last of my jism from my cock. She drank some water from the bottle on my bedside table, then used a washcloth to clean off my loins of the evidence of the fantastic oral sex she had given me. "Mmmm, so tasty." she cooed. "You're one tasty white man, Detective Don. I'll be back for more of that." With that she was gone, silently walking out of the room, leaving me to wonder if that was reality or if it had been a dream within a wonderful dream... Part 19 - The Trap "I fully expect to hear from the kidnappers long before any official ransom message comes out." I told Cindy and Hugh in the MCD room after the meeting in the chief's office. "They want me to come alone, and here is what I think they'll try to do." And sure enough, they did what I expected them to do. The train tracks that came out of the west and turned straight south at the northwest corner of town were essentially the western border of the town. Everything west of that was open, flat farmland. At 11:00pm, I received a phone call on my cell. The voice, which sounded like a man high on drugs trying to read a script, told me to go to a location in the better neighborhoods in the northern section of town. "I expect them to tell me to drive south on one of the farm roads on the west side of the tracks, then I'll be told to come back into the town." I told them before leaving. "They're going to do this to make sure I'm not being followed by another car and that there is not anyone else in the car with me. I'll take one of the police SUVs, since the windows are bulletproof to small arms fire, in case they ambush me, but I don't expect it to go down there. You guys stay alert and in one of the four positions where we've staged cars." "So how will we keep track of you?" Hugh asked. "You can track the GPS and the radio on the police car." I said. "I'll also keep my police cellphone open and connected with you, and will tell you of any instructions or changes that happen." Our cellphones had special apps so that police could keep connected as if we were on a phone call. "Won't they be concerned seeing you in a marked police car?" Cindy asked, pleasing me that she was astute enough to figure that out. "Bobby Joe Graves is pretty stupid." Hugh said. "He probably won't even think of that." The chief handed me the bag as I got into the SUV in the police dept. parking lot. "It's all real money, but half of it is marked and there are homing devices in the bag and one of the bundles of bills." he said. "Don, be careful." The man was clearly worried, and he shook my hand as if he were sending me into a combat situation from which he did not expect me to return alive... ----------------------- I reached the first location and my personal cellphone rang. As expected, the voice told me to head down County Farm Road 5, which was through open fields headed straight south alongside the railroad tracks. Just as I approached a road that would turn east back into Town into the "Warehouse District", just north of the slums district in the southwest of town, the phone rang again and the voice said turn east onto that road. I did so, calling in my location on the police cellphone, receiving acknowledgement. This was too easy, I thought, foreboding entering my soul for the first time as I came into town. They've got to have some trick up their sleeve, I realized, and just hoped I'd be able to handle it and get backup to the scene quickly. I was worried about the children; they would be hostages and possibly be used as human shields if there was any police action. Coming up on the left was the Crawford Mattress factory, followed by the Ward Harvester plant. Ward Harvester didn't advertise it out loud, but they also made farm chemicals, including ammonium nitrate. At that moment, a text message came up on my personal cell. It was not the same number of the phone calls, and it said simply "Ward, back entrance." "HQ, this is Rover." I called into the police cellphone as I approached the back entrance of the plant, which was open. No one was at the guard gate. "HQ, Rover, I'm at Ward Harvester, back gate. How copy?" 
 There was no reply. I looked down at the phone. There was no signal to it. I got onto the police radio that came with the car and attempted to call in. There was no response; only static greeted me. I told my location into both the cellphone and police radio mike, hoping that my message would get through even if their reply wasn't getting back to me. Sperm Wars: The Family Menace There was a small building attached to the nearest warehouse, with one car parked in front, an old and beat-up sedan. There were lights inside, the only such lights within sight. I didn't have time to retreat nor wait for backup. I went to the back of the SUV and got out an M-4 rifle, similar to what the Army special ops people used, in what civilians would call .223 caliber. I crept up to the car, finding it empty. Then I crept up to the door of the building nearby. Looking inside, I saw to the left Ned and an unkempt looking young man, who I guessed was Bobby Joe Graves. Going to the left side of the door window, I peered to the right and saw an office with the lights on and what looked like an adult and the three kidnapped children. In the back of the warehouse, beyond the circle of lights illuminating this front area, were pallets of bagged materials. My first thought was that they were bags of concrete powder, but I wasn't sure, and it didn't matter right now: I had to act now to rescue these children. Clicking the safety of my weapon off, I reached for the door. WHAM! All I saw was a bright flash behind my eyes and I lost control of my body. As I fell, I instinctively realized that I'd just been hit hard on the back of my head. As I felt two strong pair of hands gripping my arms and hoisting me up, I knew through the haze that I was captured. Part 20 - Ned's Moment of Victory and Pleasure I felt myself being sat down in a chair, with my hands duct-taped firmly behind me behind the chair backing. My shirt, as well as my protective vest, had been stripped off of me, and my gun and holster gear taken. I remember the M-4 dropping to the ground where I'd been hit from behind, and I mentally wondered if I could get away and back to it. As I looked up, I realized I'd been dragged into the building and down the hallway of the connecting warehouse to the left about 20 yards. I could make out the little office far down the hallway to my left, and the door to the outside not far from it. But attention was soon diverted. "Ah, Uncle Don, welcome to the party!" Ned said, coming out of the shadows. The unkempt man was following, forcing along a woman whose hands were bound behind her and her mouth covered with duct tape. It was my sister Elizabeth! "Now that we're all here for this touching family reunion," Ned said, "we can get started. Clete, welcome my uncle... properly." With that, the big black man dressed in a leather jacket, heavy pants and military boots stepped in front of me. Rearing his arm back he drove his fist forward. I instinctively moved and the blow caught me on the side of the jaw near my ear. It was still enough to send me and the chair sprawling. I landed on my arms, my weight and the chair's back coming down on them, and it felt like my shoulder joints were going to pop out. Clete and someone else came up and sat me back upright, then from my left side Clete delivered a hard, closed-fist punch to my side, connecting solidly with my ribs. 
"UHH!!!" I grunted, waiting for the next blow. But it did not come. Instead, Clete brought out a small thin syringe and injected the contents into my left shoulder. Meanwhile, the unkempt man pushed Elizabeth hard from behind, sending her sprawling to the floor. The unkempt man then turned her over onto her back. She was wearing a simple blue and white print dress and no shoes. "Now that I have your attention, Uncle Don," Ned said. "You get to watch. You like watching, don't you Uncle Don?" Ned knelt down on top of Elizabeth, straddling her at the waist. "You see, Uncle Don, my mother has been cock-teasing me. She's been promising me she would fuck me, but she never did. I really hate prick-teases, Uncle Don, don't you? Like your whore of a wife?" I said nothing as Ned got up off of Elizabeth, but only for a second as he knelt further down between her shapely legs. She tried to keep them shut, but Ned pushed them apart, then up and back with a strength that seemed beyond his scrawny, slender body. Just as Ned reached for his mother's panties, pulling them off, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Clete was about to punch me again. I jerked my head back and his blow only caught the tip of my chin, which I rolled with easily but Clete didn't. Off balance, he nearly fell down. Regaining his balance, he snarled "You motherfucker.", not realizing how truthful his words were. He then drove his fist into my belly just under the ribs. Pain seared my insides and I gasped. I thought I was going to throw up, but somehow didn't. "Enough of that, Clete." Ned said. "It's time for my little watcher Uncle to get a good eyeful of a woman being fucked. Isn't that right, Mom?" I watched as the teen thug slid my sister's panties down her legs, easily overcoming her attempts to resist and kick him. He hurled the panties at me as he leaned over and slapped Elizabeth's face, hard. She continued to kick at him until he slapped her again, even harder. The blow stunned her and she went limp. Ned tore open the top of Elizabeth's dress, her lovely breasts spilling out. Ned kneaded them for a moment, then reached down to unfasten his pants. As he slid them down his toothpick thighs, his cock sprang out. It was long and hard, longer than mine for sure, a full eight inches in length, meaty and veiny with a large mushroom helmet. Drops of pre-cum leaked from the pulsing slit. Ned was rock-hard and ready to fuck. "Oh yeah, Mom," Ned said, his voice menacing, "I am really going to enjoy this. And your brother gets to watch, too, like he did when you were a teenager fucking all of those boys. Isn't that right, Uncle Don? Well now, you can watch your sister getting fucked... getting fucked with THIS!" Ned thrust his hips forward as he said it, displaying his big cock to make sure I saw it. He could not know that his action reminded me of his big brother Todd domming me when Todd had displayed his cock right in front of me before deeply fucking my wife Melina. Despite the dire situation I was in, I felt the first stirrings of my own cock at the memory. And then I began to realize that the drug Clete had injected into me was some type of viagra on steroids: I was beginning to feel very sexually aroused, almost out of control with lusty desire. I took deep breaths to keep calm. Ned said no more but mounted his mother, easing himself on top of her. I could see his naked, thin ass moving around in tight circles as he pushed his mother's legs up and back, trying to fit his cockhead into her slit. Elizabeth was not helping, trying to move to prevent being penetrated, sounds of anger coming from her duct-taped mouth. Ned then began dry-humping his mother, letting his shaft slide wetly up and down the length of her slit. His cock began shining with juices as Elizabeth's body betrayed her, getting wet defensively despite knowing she was about to be raped by her own son. Everyone in the warehouse began watching. I realized that in addition to Clete and who I thought was Graves, there were at least two others in the shadows behind me. Additionally, the little office door opened and out walked a woman, wearing a leather outfit of a goth girl, her fingernails painted black and her lips coated with black glossy lipstick. My curiosity was aroused: why was this girl wearing a mask when the others weren't? Much more importantly, I also saw the three kids sitting in chairs in the little office before the door closed on them. "Oh yeah," Ned was groaning, "I am really going to fuck the shit out of you Mom. I am really going to give it to you, you fucking whore. Are you ready to give me what I need, Mom? Are you ready to give me the relief I need?" Elizabeth was making sounds into her gag, still trying to resist her son, but to no avail. "OH MY GOD, YES!!" Ned shouted loudly as his cockhead sank into Elizabeth's slit, followed by his shaft as he drove it into his mother as hard as he could. I heard the wet slap of his groin on hers as he buried his meat balls-deep into her. The well-hung teen began to fuck his mother steadily, hard and deep, fucking her for his personal enjoyment. After several moments of silently pumping her with deep, probing thrusts, Ned looked up at me. "Want some of this, Uncle Don?" Ned asked derisively. "Would you like to fuck your sister when I'm through with her? She's hot, Uncle Donny, really hot!' Ned continued to fuck her as I felt my own desires raging for release, my cock throbbing and iron hard as I watched the obscene rape in front of me. Ned stopped fucking Elizabeth for a moment and raised up. He took off his shirt then eased back down onto her and re-sheathed his straining, taut cock back into her violated, sodden hole. I saw the birthmark on his lower back, the "X" with the middle missing at the base of his spine. Ned might have known what he had done putting the drug into me, but I don't know if he knew that Todd and I had totally enjoyed Elizabeth's body while taking her by force months before. He also didn't know that I was thinking of putting a bullet right into the center of that "X" on his back, possibly paralyzing him, making him impotent, forcing him to live as a cripple for the rest of his worthless life. That thought, as much as the memories of raping Elizabeth and the sight of Ned violating her now, fueled my desires of sexual lust. I knew I was drugged; I just didn't seem to care... "Yeah, Uncle Don," Ned said, "I think I'm going to let you have some of this fine piece of ass... before I kill you." With those words Ned began to fuck Elizabeth harder, more brutally, with shorter harder strokes, really driving his ass forward as he buried his bone into her wet snatch. I knew that his threat was more than real, that he was going to leave several dead bodies here, including mine, if I did not find a way out of this mess. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna come, Mother. I'm going to come in your filthy fucking CUNT!" Ned shouted. He began fucking her furiously, pushing her legs far up and back under his arms and chest as he banged his mother savagely. "UUHHH! AAUUGHH!!!" Ned screamed out, artificially raising his voice so that I heard every word. But there was nothing artificial about his orgasm: he was pumping a massive load of semen into Elizabeth's defiled vagina. "Oh God yeah." Ned said. "That was fucking good. That was the best piece of ass I've ever fucked. Are you ready for some sloppy seconds, Uncle Don?" I just knew that if they untied me at all, it would be their death sentence. Ned was shaking a bit as he rolled off of his mother, releasing her legs. She lay flat on her back, not even trying to close her legs, a trickle of Ned's thick, creamy seminal fluids trickling out of her well-filled cunt. I was steeling myself, preparing for the hopeful eventuality that Ned would tell Clete to untie my hands, preparing to swing into personal combat action and take charge of this-- BOOM!!!! I was momentarily stunned by the bright flash of light followed by the detonation of the flash-bang grenade. I barely had time to see Ned glance around in shock, then realize that we were under attack! Clete and Graves had taken off, the woman I'd seen was gone also. I realized that later though: time seemed to slow down as Ned quickly fished into the pocket of his pants. As a shadowy figure rushed to attack him, he pointed the gun at me, and fired. "UUHH!!" I gasped. The fire in my left side burned with an intense hotness, followed by an onrush of incredible, debilitating pain. I knew I'd been hit. Ned did not get a chance for a second shot. As someone rushed up behind me and began cutting my bonds, I noted that a young man dressed in all black was hitting Ned, furiously driving his fists into Ned's belly, kneeing his balls, punching him hard in the face. It was a furious assault and it took me a moment to realize who it was. It was Todd! Todd was beating the shit out of his brother Ned! His mask had come off. As I felt my arms being freed and someone helping me up, I only noticed his all-black clothes and a full mask over his face. This other person was helping me towards the door as Todd continued to throw punch after punch into Ned. The teen who had been so haughty just a moment before was now bleeding from his broken nose and mouth, his eyes already beginning to show the bruises, and his chest and thin belly taking shot after shot. I realized that Todd was trying to kill Ned, that he was going to leave Ned's lifeless body on the floor. But I didn't have time for that... the flash-bang grenades (there had been two of them but I hadn't realized it) had started a fire. And this place had potentially explosive or flammable chemicals! "The kids!" I yelled. "We've got to get the kids!" I rushed towards the office, the pain in my side searing with each step. Throwing open the door, I found the three little children, terrified, huddling together. "Kids!" I said, scooping up the youngest girl. "I'm a policeman. Come with me!" The other two clung to me as I carried the third one out and to the outside door. I saw shadowy figures in the distance and, praying that they were friends, told the kids to run to those people and get help. I then turned back into the building to get Todd and Ned. Just as I stepped in the door, I noticed that the flames were moving towards one of the pallets... then reached it. Ka-BOOM!!! It felt like a punch in the chest, taking my breath away. The explosion knocked me back out of the warehouse. I realized that I was lying on my back. I got up just as other people were coming towards me and rushed back inside. Through the bright orange of the fire that was consuming the pallets in the warehouse, I saw Ned lying on the floor, face down, unconscious. There was no sign of any other person at all. Grabbing Ned by one arm, I drug him towards the door, the pain in my side increasing, and my strength starting to give out. The next thing I knew, I was lying outside. The EMTs were attending to me, Cindy Ross was handling the case, Ned was captured and under arrest, and also receiving EMT treatment. The kids were okay, and had already been whisked away to the hospital for examinations and psychological comforting. 
The .22 magnum bullet Ned had fired at me had hit a rib on my left side, taking some skin and muscle meat and fracturing the rib. The wound was serious but not life-threatening as it was treated quickly, but it hurt. God, how it hurt. I lay on the grass feeling the hurt. And the cold. Part 21 - Heavenly Bedside Manner It was the next night in the hospital. I was feeling much better, and knew I'd be going home in a couple of days. I was hoping that Nurse Jones would make another visit as I fell asleep. I woke up and knew instantly that the lovely black nurse was beside me. Her left hand was already stroking my cock, and her right hand my forehead. "Hello, baby." she said huskily. "Are you ready for the rest of my therapy?" "Yeah, baby." I whispered. I reached out, gently cupping her big breast still inside her nurse's dress. She moved away and seconds later I felt my cock being engulfed again in her warm, wet mouth. "Mmmmmf" I gasped, quietly, then gave in to the wonderful sensations of getting my cock sucked by this woman's wonderful lips and tongue. I thought that she would again fellate me to completion, but this time Nurse Jones had other ideas. "Now it's my turn to get some of that cock, baby." she said. "Your last load coated my tonsils, but this load is going to splash against my cervix." With that I heard the rustle of her dress as she dropped it to the floor. Her white stockings were held up by a garter, which I could only dimly see, and her tits were encased in a rather ordinary-looking bra. Nurse Jones climbed carefully onto the bed, trying not to jar me nor hit my wounded side. Settling over me, she grabbed my cock and I felt the wet kiss of her cuntlips on the head. "Yeah, baby, you just lie back and enjoy it. I'm gonna take a long hard ride..." she whispered as her cunt began sliding down my iron-hard cockshaft. I felt her weight press onto me as she took me balls-deep. Her hips ground around, helping my cock to churn her tight, wet cuntwalls. Then she began slowly riding up and down my shaft. Oh God, it was pure heaven. Pure fucking heaven. The fact that she was black and I was white only added to the tremendous pleasure we were both feeling. Almost as soon as she started riding my cock, I felt Nurse Jones's pussy tighten down as she gave a deep, guttural moan. Nurse Jones was climaxing. She was coming around my cock. "Oh baby, that was so fucking good." she said. "I've never come that hard or that fast. Your cock does things to me, Don... so many wonderful things... uhhhhh!" Three orgasms later, I could not take it anymore. I was shoving my meat up into her as hard as I could, considering my injuries. My orgasm overcame be almost before I realized it. I felt my cock throb and the pulses as my semen spurted into the lovely nurse's deepest cunt. I had no way of knowing what was happening one floor up, at the other end of the hospital... --------------------------------- The nurse walked down the hall past the uniformed guards, flashing a badge as she entered the room. The guards hardly noticed; they were admiring her luscious body and legs in the tight white nurse dress. It took only seconds for her to scan the room. Ned was lying on the bed. His face was bruised around his eyes, his broken nose set. He had suffered internal injuries as well as burns from the explosion. He had been near death when brought in, but was recovering well now. The woman went to work quickly. Seeing one of Ned's wrists handcuffed to the rail of the bed, she quickly handcuffed the other one to the other rail. Then she took out a small syringe and injected Ned with it. "Hello Ned." she said as he became fully awake. His eyes widened in shock, but his scream was silenced by the ball gag in his mouth, which was duct-taped shut just as he'd done to his mother Elizabeth. "Yes, darling, it's me." Melina said. "I came to pay you a visit, dear... and to fulfill my own promise to myself. Remember our little camping trip?" Ned's eyes were still wide with shock, but then filled with confusion and uncertainty. He had no idea what Melina had in store for him, and he was not yet awake enough to feel fear at his helpless situation. "Yes, dear, I promised that I was going to fuck your big cock, didn't I, Ned? Of course, I'm not a prick-tease, and I am going to make that promise come true now." Ned tried to move his arms, only to find himself cuffed down. He watched as Melina unzipped her nurse's uniform and slipped it off her magnificent body. Except for the stockings and garter, she was naked. "Soooo, you think I'm a whore, Ned?" Melina asked. "What was that I heard... that you thought that poor boy you shot dead had 'polluted' himself by fucking me? Oh, but your cock is getting so hard, Ned. How can that be? Oh!-- that's right... I injected you with the same erection drug you injected my husband with in that warehouse several days ago. Melina continued as Ned stopped struggling, exhausted from his effort. "Oh yes, Todd found the extra syringe when he took your clothes. You're lucky Ned; Todd was trying his best to kill you. I'm glad he didn't... wouldn't it be soooooo much better if I pollute your big cock with my pussy juice, while riding you? And you're going to come inside me, Ned..." Her voice was loving and seductive as she said the words, masking the venom deep beneath them. She was climbing onto the bed, straddling Ned's now naked form. His cock was hard, responding to the drugs coursing through his system. Melina gripped the teen's cock and fit it into her cuntlips, then pushed down hard, engulfing Ned's meat in the wet depths of her hot womanhood. Sperm Wars: The Family Menace "Ohhhhh, yes!" Melina gasped. "Oh that cock feels good!" She began riding Ned, not too hard but firmly up and down. Ned's attempts to resist only aided in their coupling as Melina rode him like the young bull he was. Pleasure racked Melina's hot body, her nipples standing out like spikes as her first orgasm began to build inside her. Melina's secret desire for young men, for teen boys, was being fulfilled in fucking this young, barely-legal teenager. It did not matter to her that he was a dangerous criminal; she was fucking him, essentially raping him as he'd raped other women, "polluting" him by coupling with him here in this helpless state. In Melina's mind, this was the perfect first step of her revenge: corrupting Ned by his own standards, something he wouldn't be able to forget any time soon... "Oh yeah, baby, I feel that nut rising." Melina gasped. "You're going to come inside me, aren't you Ned? You can't help yourself, you want to come inside my body, your cock wants to shoot your load deep inside my pussy, doesn't it Ned?" Ned had stopped fighting, trying to lay perfectly still, but Melina's gyrations on top of him were plenty of stimulation for his throbbing cock which was now acting beyond his control. "Oh yeah, do you feel my wet juices all over your cock, big boy?" Melina taunted. "Do you feel my juices 'polluting' that big cock of yours? Oh yeah, I'm gonna come... ohhh... OHH!!!!!" Melina gasped as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She gripped the handrails to hold on as she rode out the wave that crested within her. As she caught her breath, she began grinding her saucy ass on Ned's loins. She felt his hard cock get even harder, noting that he was like Don in the category of having a big, very hard cock. As she felt him swell, she began bobbing her ass fast on his cock, driving him over the edge. She felt the pulses of his meat as he released his semen, his essence, into her. Part 22 - Escape "Don is going to have our asses for this." Cindy Ross said bitterly in the MCD room as I entered it. Tanya Perlman agreed. "Not at all." I said as I walked in. "As cute as your asses are, I need them to solve some crimes." "Welcome back." Tanya said, hugging me after I'd sat down. I was still tired and weak, but was filled with the energy of purpose. "And I'll be glad to give you a piece of my ass anytime." she whispered, too quietly for Cindy to hear. "So, what happened?" I asked, blushing at Tanya's open flirtation. Ned had escaped from University Hospital sometime the night before. I need not repeat in this family atmosphere the language I used upon hearing of my nephew's Houdini trick. "The cameras have not been working well." Cindy Ross reported. "They were either out between 2 and 3 am a few nights ago... and in your room as well as Ned's... or the tapes were stolen and replaced with blank tapes. Only a couple of technicians and Internal Affairs from our police or the SBI have access to them. The technicians have checked out. I guess I.A. is investigating themselves..." "..... frickin' circle jerk." she added at the end. I laughed until the pain caught up to me.

 "Ow, stop making me laugh, Cindy." I said in benign reprimand. "Sorry." she replied. "So the cameras were a bit too conveniently out of service between 3 and 4 am last night. The two cops that were guarding his room are loyal to Ikea and Captain Malone, but they're not known to be dirty or bad cops in any way. They said that no one came in or out of that room between 2 and 4 am while they were on watch." "And the tapes were working before then?" "Yep, and only show Ned sleeping the whole time." Cindy replied. I just nodded. "Anything you can think of?" Tanya asked as Hugh Hewitt, the Chief and, surprisingly, Captain Malone entered the room. "You should be doing your thinking at home, young man." Chief Griswold said, kindness sneaking through his reproving voice. "I'm fine, Chief." I said, then quickly continued before the Chief made a more direct point of ordering me back home, "And to answer your question, Cindy, I suspect that someone made a duplicate tape of Ned sleeping at some other time, substituted it in for one of the hours before the hours that the cameras weren't working, and Ned was already long gone before the timeframe of the out-of-service camera." "How... how in the hell do you figure that?" Captain Malone asked, astonishment on his hard face. "Your guys said no one came in or out at that time." I replied, looking him square in the eye. "So either they're lying, or they're telling the truth, and I have no reason to believe they're lying, do you?" Not expecting Malone to throw his own people under the bus, I continued. "When was the last time human eyes were on Ned?" "10pm, last nurses' routine check." Cindy Ross said. "And right about that time there are late doctor's visits and orderlies in and out of the rooms." "Oh, one more thing--" she said, remembering something. "A few days before... the duty guards, same two guys, said that a nurse went into Ned's room a little after 2am, one of the blank times on the cameras. Said she was really good looking and they didn't remember seeing her before. The only reason it came up was because after she left around 2:45am, the next duty nurse visited at 6:00am and found both of Ned's arms handcuffed to the bed... and only one is normal. I sent a sketch artist to see if the duty copys could remember anything about the woman. They could describe her body, but not her face very well... damn men, eyes wandering..." "Hmmm, interesting." I said. "Well, I'm going to mosey very slowly over to the University Hospital's security offices and ask them to explain how Ned has been able to escape not once but twice from their security wards..." Part 23 - Epilogue "This Board of Inquiry has determined these things: that this detective did act in a manner that rescued three kidnapped children; that this detective was wounded by criminal gunfire during the rescue, as well as injuries sustained from other criminal actions; that this detective's actions in engaging the criminals without backup was necessary to the rescue of the kidnapped children. While several issues remain unexplained, this Board finds that this detective is entitled to be awarded the Purple Order, which is conferred upon Public Safety personnel who are wounded or injured in the line of duty. Further, this detective will be recommended by this Board of Inquiry to the Town & County Council for the Medal of Valor award for his actions putting himself in great danger while saving three young lives. This Board of Inquiry is hereby adjourned." With the bang of his gavel, the Public Safety Department official closed the meeting. As I sat before the Board, wearing my formal police uniform, I barely heard the words. I was recalling the events leading to this Board. I had told the Board as well as Internal Affairs everything that I could remember, excluding only Todd's name as Ned's assailant. I told them, fairly truthfully, that I had no idea who had come into the warehouse after I was captured, that I thought they were police officers and that I was too groggy from being drugged and beaten up to realize differently. I did tell them that Ned shot me in the side, and tried to describe the others in the room. They were absolutely stunned at my story, disbelieving of some of it (and I couldn't blame them), but the children had all identified me as the man who came into the warehouse office, took them outside and told them to run to the other police officers that were just arriving. Ned's gun had been found in the warehouse; it was damaged but was a .22 magnum caliber, and Ballistics was trying to match it to the bullets that murdered Nurse Anna and the young man Big Alex. I found out that radio jamming equipment had been found on the Ward Harvester site, and that this equipment prevented me from being traced or my radios from working: my backup units had to work from my last known position once I'd disappeared, and that had taken time. That one got me and my team a stern "talking-to" from the Chief for not thinking of that possibility when I had gone out alone. The equipment was identified by the FBI as being used by Russian drug traffickers, and that the Russian mob might have been working with Ned, Elizabeth or both in moving into Town, what with a receptive clientele in the University students. The SBI was furious: the reports of my wounds while rescuing the children precluded them from jumping in and taking credit, and I loved that part of it. The Town & County Council of course made a big public deal of the rescue of the children, happily and all-too-publicly awarding me the Medal of Valor, the highest award of the Public Safety Department, encompassing the Police, Fire, EMS and Public Health Departments. I felt embarrassed and not deserving of such a high honor, but even Captain Malone had said I deserved it. Only Steven Ikea had openly suggested that I was "reckless" in "charging" into the warehouse alone... of course I hadn't even made the charge: I got hit on the back of the head before I could do it! And it had not been the police that came in and rescued me. I remembered what I knew to be true: It was three days after my release from the hospital, and I was recovering at home, "Melina's house" as I called it. My wife had slept with me every night and had given me one of her excellent blowjobs every morning. This in spite of the fact that Melina had said that she'd had a conversation with the Day Duty Nurse, whose name I couldn't remember but she was white, a bit older than us, and looked just like "Nurse Ratchett" in the movie One Flew Over The Coo-coo's Nest. Both Melina and "Nurse Ratchett" had referred to Nurse Jones as "that nigger nurse", and wondered why she'd spent so much time in my room on a couple of nights. I merely replied that I was too groggy and sedated to remember anything. I knew that Melina was a racist, and while we never discussed it I knew that she would be furious if she knew I had fucked the beautiful black nurse. I was sitting on the patio outside, wrapped up against the chilly air but enjoying the sun when Melina called out that I had a visitor. My nephew Todd appeared at the door and then came outside, grinning his normal, somewhat mischievous grin. 

"Hi Uncle Don." Todd said. "Looks like you forgot to duck." "True." I said. "Glad to see you, Todd." I meant the words: this was the first confirmation that he was okay. "So, Todd, your unofficial frat buddies didn't come also? You guys have been such a good team the last few days." I said. Todd instantly figured out that I knew. "Uh, they've scattered to the four winds, Uncle Don. Visiting families and all." he said nonchalantly, but his eyes betraying his concern. "A very wise idea, I would say." I said. "By the way, you're sure wearing a lot more clothes than normal, and that hat does not hide the 'high-and-tight' haircut you've just received." I knew he was hiding burns and singed hair from the explosion. "Not much gets past you, does it Uncle Don?" 

 "I try." I replied. "But I owe you a debt, and your buddies also." "No idea what you're talking about." Todd said, pointedly. "I'll let them know you're feeling better, though." "Too bad Ned survived." I said. "Yeah, damn the luck." Todd said wistfully. "Any word on Mom?" I smiled. "I've never mentioned her presence there, Todd. To anyone." Todd winced; he had just given himself away. "Okay, it was us. We told Melina that we owed it to her. All the guys love her, and you have no idea how pissed they were that Big Alex poisoned her, and at one of our events, too. And me, I did my best to kill Ned for making Melina lose the baby, and you can take me to jail for it but I'll never regret that.... only that I failed to wipe that bastard out." He continued, "So we were watching you during your operation. All my guys here had alibis, we brought in some guys from another school that had military experience. Their equipment caught your signal despite the jamming. So we came after you, and just in time." I knew that there was a LOT more to this than just a bunch of big-dicked young men playing commando, but I let Todd off the hook, knowing who had really had had my back. I said "But to answer your question, no, no word at all, no body found, no one brought to a hospital. Did your guys help her?" "No. She was still lying on the floor when the explosion happened. A couple of my buddies carried me out, and we left Ned there. I didn't see Mom, though." He added, "I wouldn't have left her behind... just him, the bastard." "I guess she got away." I said, my eyes wandering, my mind behind them still struggling to pierce the veil of all that was going on in this Town and this County. But I knew one day that I would solve it... and then I really would have earned that Medal of Valor.... Finis