Benjamin PD MC
mc; mg; MF; preg; inc
I'm a Police Sergeant in the town of Benjamin, the fastest growing town in America. Never heard of it? Well, that doesn't really matter. Benjamin is like any other small town in America, not really much different than any other really. Take Oak Street, where I begin my patrol every day I'm on the job.
It's a nice tree lined street, with pretty much identical houses. There is a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one. They are all made just the same. We have doctors, lawyers, and such living on the street. They make pretty good money, and there is very little crime in Benjamin.
We have a lot of children in Benjamin. The average family size is seven, up quite a bit since the Company moved in almost a decade ago. They are all pretty good children for the most part. They obey their parents, get good grades in school, and rarely cause trouble. Every once in a while, they do of course. They'd hardly be children if they didn't. When they do, we here at the Benjamin Police Department are here to apply appropriate correction.
Ah, there is Abigail Thomas, over there by the oak in her family's front yard. She's eleven. I remember when she got in trouble a year ago. It was a Monday in late June, quite sunny, when I turned on to Oak off of Third Street. My air was down at the time, so I'd rolled down both of my front windows.
Abigail practically crashed into my cruiser. She had been running hard, and pushed her brown hair out of her face, as she said, "You've got to save me. My family's trying to enslave me."
"Get in," I said, and she quickly opened my passenger side door and sat down. "Put on the seat belt." She followed my instructions and I resumed my slow patrol. "Now tell me why your think your family is trying to enslave you."
"It all started when we moved in," Abigail began. "I used to live in Chicago, with my parents and older brother Zachary. Daddy got offered a job with the Company here, and we had to move over Christmas Break. Mommy used to be a lawyer, and planned to see if she could join a local firm. Once we moved in, that changed.
"Mommy hadn't really cooked before, but she started doing it all the time. She started to clean house, instead of calling the maid in like she had in Chicago. She put away her business suits in favor of house dresses when she when out, and an often open house robe inside. Mommy never contradicts Daddy anymore, and in February she said she was pregnant again, even though she's always said that two children were enough for her.
"She changed what I got to wear too. I don't have any jeans anymore. Just blouses, skirts, and short dresses. I never questioned any of it. Then Zachary started to go around naked after dinner, and told me to undress. I did it without thinking. I found myself cleaning his room, stopping only to let him feel my body.
"It didn't feel wrong, even though incest is against the law. Right after Easter, I started to encounter Mommy and Daddy doing it. I couldn't help feeling myself as I watched. Mommy started doing breakfast in just an apron. Daddy would kiss her, and feel her pussy before going out the door. Sometimes he'd feel mine too.
"Six weeks ago, I had my first period, and Daddy told Zachary that now was the time to start. He told me that I was a woman now, and a woman's place was barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. Two days after my period ended, Zachary started to put his thing inside me and leave his stuff inside my pussy.
"He shouldn't be doing that. It's incest, but Daddy told him to do it, and I couldn't stop him."
"Did you try?" I asked Abigail, as I parked the car.
"Not really. It felt so good, and I kept hearing whispers that it was okay. Anyway, Daddy stopped giving me my allowance, and gave me all the chores that Zachary used to do. I'm pretty sure that he wants Zachary to breed me too. You've got to help me. I don't want to be turned into a breeding slave!"
I checked to make sure that Abigail was properly positioned in the seat, before responding. "I see, and when did you realize that?" I adjusted the settings to account for her size. "And what happened to your headset?"
"I think it was last night, after Zachary fell asleep on top of me," Abigail said, before the second question registered. "How did you know about my headset? I left it at home."
I smiled, and triggered the restraints. Cuffs went around her ankles and wrists, which coupled with the seatbelt held her securely in the seat. "Because if you'd had your headset on, you'd never have been looking for a way to escape. Now when did you stop wearing it?"
"Two days ago," Abigail said in a very frightened tone, as I lifted up her skirt. It looked like despite her escaping the programming, someone, most likely her brother, had still made sure to give her a load of seed recently, probably within the last half hour. I looked down at the reader to confirm the program she was under.
"Don't worry, Abigail," I said, as I unfastened her skirt. "Everything is going to be all right." She was still frightened, but that was actually good, as it increased her sensitivity. "We'll make everything okay again." I pulled out a headset from my center console, and she made a game effort at avoiding it's placement on her head. Once it was in place, I triggered the program, and began to unbutton her blouse.
She tried to avoid my hands, squirming ineffectually to avoid my touching her soon naked body. The book says that by giving the girl something to physically resist, it reduces their mental resistance. I've always found the book to be right, as within five minutes Abigail was no longer resisting.
I took her to the station where we made sure she was okay. She hadn't been beaten, and she wasn't suffering from any signs of overwork or malnutrition. The Chief called her father, and it was agreed that Abigail was a prime candidate for an implant. They're more expensive than the headset, but since this wasn't apparently the first time she'd had her headset knocked off, though it was the first time she'd attempted to escape, it was justified.
I returned Abigail to her house, and since then she's been a model child. Not that we can really call her a child anymore. Let's stop and see how she's doing.
"Abigail, how are things in the Thomas household today?"
The little brunette waddled over. She wore a short babydoll style dress, that was puffed up over her swollen belly.
"Pretty good, Sergeant Williams," Abigail said as she stood politely a couple steps from the police cruiser. "Mommy is pregnant again. Daddy says she can't keep her legs closed." She giggled. "I made breakfast this morning, because Mommy couldn't stand the sausages cooking. I just finished sweeping the sidewalk after Zachary mowed the lawn. "
"I heard you had some false contractions the other day."
"Yes," Abigail giggled. "Daddy nearly wrecked the car trying to get me to the hospital, and it was all a false alarm. Doctor Jones says I'm due any time now, but Daddy doesn't have to rush me to the hospital. I can have it at home. I had another contraction a few minutes ago, but I think it's false too." Abigail suddenly grimaced.
"I heard about that, Abigail. I think, however, you're going to be bothering him soon, because if I'm not mistaken, your water just broke. Come on, Frank. It's time for you to really see what serving in the Benjamin Police Department means most of the time. Get the frame out of the trunk. Abigail, I want you to squat down. We'll slide the frame around you so you'll have something to hold on to as you push your firstborn out."
I can tell it was the first time you've watched a baby be delivered. Some things you can't un-see. You'll do that a lot with this job. We add a child every hour some days. This isn't a sleepy town anymore, not with all those babies crying for attention.
Oh, I doubt Abigail will ever escape her conditioning again. Not with the implant. The next generation probably won't even need the headset. It will be perfectly normal to them, unless we change something, after all. Now, when will you be ready to start working?
You didn't think we'd let someone in from outside with out knowing who they are? I didn't think so. Your implant was installed last week after your boss at the FBI assigned you to investigate. Don't worry, the Company will make sure everything is fine. Your wife and twin daughters are already being moved in over on Cherry Lane. I'm sure your daughters won't have theirs long. I think they will be in the same class as Abigail. School starts back up Monday, and we need our school resource officer in place.
