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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 10
Lt. Carol Lauren had seen a lot in her time as a member of the local police, but this was above and beyond. Her former prisoner didn't even seem to be human anymore. Her face was utterly destroyed, most of her hot, tight body was covered with cuts, bruises, welts, cigarette burns and marks she couldn't even identify. She'd been gang raped front and rear and from the looks of what was dripping and oozing from her cunt and asshole, she had some serious internal injuries. She checked Gwen's pulse, which was erratic and thready, a sure sign that the prisoner needed some serious medical attention in a big hurry.
The policewoman was not one to cry over spilt milk or take the fall for what certain assholes had done to the blonde teenager. She called into headquarters and announced there was big trouble at the halfway house. Evidently one of the inmates had taken a very serious fall and was in need of immediate medical attention. The voice on the other end was just a sergeant who rarely went out on patrol and had no authority. His silence was just what she expected. She asked to speak to someone in authority and got no reply. She sighed, made a mental note to even the score with the idiot on the other end, and signed off.
The good lieutenant happened to have a girlfriend who was going out with a medical student. She and Brooke had sent more than a few evenings together in bed seeing how many times they could make each other orgasm. They never took it seriously since they went both ways and Carol was more than ten years older than her occasional bed partner. She guessed that the med student was going to charge a big fee for his services, which meant she and Brooke would be putting out pussy and perhaps even a taste of the backdoor in this situation. If it prevented a scandal and better still kept everything under wraps, Carol Lauren would have another chip to play when promotion time rolled around next year.
Tracking down Brooke was critical and Carol began by calling her cell phone. She got no reply, being asked to leave a message. The policewoman took a big gamble and decided to take a brutalized, incoherent Gwen with her as she tried to hook up with the medical student. Her best bet was to hope that at this hour the two were bedded down in Brooke's apartment doing the horizontal mambo. Less than thirty minutes later the lieutenant was pounding on her girlfriend's door, ordering her to open up for the police. It took a few minutes before an irritated Brooke Radison let her inside the apartment. It took no time at all to convince the pantless med student of the importance of seeing her patient outside in the patrol car.
Rob Linnehan let out a long, low whistle when he saw the condition of the naked blonde teenager. She was still conscious, but unable to provide any information to Rob about her condition, except to say everything hurt. Fortunately Brooke's apartment was on the ground floor and they were able to carry her from the car without too much trouble. Another break was the time, late enough for most people to be going to sleep or tuned into some late night movie. No sooner had they deposited Gwen onto the couch, then she went into shock. It was touch and go for the next hour or so before he managed to stabilize her. Between Brooke and the lieutenant, they convinced him of the need to avoid telling anyone else about the girl or her condition.
Carol drove him to his apartment where he picked up some items that he stuffed inside a medical bag. When they returned, Gwen was conscious and in a great deal of pain. He gave her an injection that put her out, which allowed him to patch up their patient without any interference. Amazingly, despite the multitude of cuts, bruises, burns and welts, there was only one rib broken. A preliminary examination of her insides also was positive. He summed it up by stating:
" Normally I like my patients to pay in advance, but she's in no condition for that kind of activity. No way she can have sex for at least two weeks, maybe longer. She has to go on a soft food diet as well or when she takes a dump it'll feel as if she's squeezing out a bucket of hot coals. Make sure she gets lots of liquids and I'll be around tomorrow to check on her progress and perhaps take up where we left off."
His girlfriend grinned and added that Carol should be there as well, since she was the cause of all the trouble. The policewoman kept her mouth shut on that subject, but did promise to make a call once the "doctor" indicated when he would be checking in to see the patient. That supplied a laugh or two and Carol took her leave. She had some loose ends to make neat and some evidence to accumulate back at the way station as most of the cops called the unofficial jail. All the parties had been very lucky that there were no other inmates cooling their heels while this lack of law and order was taking place.
While all this was going on, Lucinda and I met in the parking lot and she directed me to the apartment she and June shared. On the way over she let out a gasp and slapped her forehead, nearly making me drive off the road.
"Damn! I forgot what day it is. June got off from school about an hour ago and she's probably been playing with your mother-in-law for maybe half an hour without me watching to make sure she doesn't kill the old whore. Step on it! We may be in big trouble."
I floored the garbagemobile and headed for home as fast as this piece of junk could move. The gods of traffic smiled down on me as I ran two red lights and averaged fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit. We raced up the stairs and barged into the apartment to discover a naked Roxy lying on the rug in the living room, her head in a plastic bag closed with a plastic tie, while a hairy young man with a rather large cock was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. June, also naked, was urging him on as she watched the bag fog up, indicating that Roxy's air supply was fading fast. She looked up at us and grinned, introducing the young man as her latest boyfriend. He nodded in our direction and kicked into a higher gear that made Roxy's plump body bounce with every stroke he delivered.
"Pull up a chair, Benjamin is doing her for the second time and it takes him a little longer before he can cum inside the old bag again. Man you missed an epic dump of hot fuck sauce the first time. I thought she was going to swell up like a balloon and float to the ceiling. That's how much gunk he drilled into that worn-out whore's cunt."
I began to sputter, but Lucinda told me to relax, Roxy still was moving so everything was just fine according to her way of thinking. How many times could my mother-in-law survive these brain cell-killing events before she turned into a vegetable or a politician? That was my mantra while I watched her slack cunt being drilled by what looked like rototiller. Lucinda suggested I spend fifty bucks for a nice blowjob while we watch Roxy get fucked to within an inch of her miserable life. I demurred and concentrated on watching my mother-in-law's belly jiggle every time that monster schlong touched bottom.
I'll admit to having seen some tapes showing young and middle-aged ladies taking on dogs of every shape, size and variety. This stud's dick was moving nearly as fast as those canines did. Where the hell was he getting that kind of energy, and would Roxy be alive when he finally pumped a quart of cum into her ruined twat? All good things must come to an end and so it was for big Benjamin. He reared up, using his massive arms for support, and his face contorted from the strain as he emptied the contents of his massive balls into the old bag's fuck tube. The girls applauded and chanted the stud's name as they pumped their fists into the air. Roxy just lay there, a puddle of plastered, penetrated, pulverized, pummeled and plugged pussy meat growing cold from having all the heat sucked from its insides by the furious pounding it had absorbed. For some odd reason I knew that Roxy would never regain her normal personality after what she had gone through over the last day and a half.
The ladies feigned ignorance of where Roxy's clothing had gone along with her wallet and credit cards. The poor bitch was so far out of it to even ask about them. Lucinda loaned her a skirt and large fluffy blouse, demanding they be cleaned before returning. She could barely stand, let alone dress herself. Once more it was Lucinda who assisted her, June having other things to do, namely getting Benjamin's monster cock back into working order so he could nail her good and proper before leaving for his place. Obviously Benjamin was in great demand and I'd wager considerable money that there were one or more sweet young things waiting impatiently for the monster cock to plumb their depths.
The smell emanating from Roxy was awful, a combination of overflowing toilets, unwashed bodies, vomit and other unmentionable substances, all rolled into one. She reeked, she slurred her words, she was pathetic and so far down the food chain that these semi-pro whores, Lucinda and June, looked down on her. I decided she ought to go into the trunk, fearful that she might do serious damage to the interior of this Detroit's folly by puking or losing control of her bowels. Just before we left, I pulled Lucinda aside and warned her that Roxy's credit cards better be returned to her room by tomorrow or there would be consequences and not from the cops either. For the first time she lost that cockiness and her eyes got wide as what I threatened sank into her partially developed brain.
By the time I got her back to the hotel, Roxy had managed to puke and move her bowels, turning the trunk of the garbagemobile into a frat house bathroom after a party. Naturally she had also ruined the clothing Lucinda had generously lent to her. There would be hell to pay on all sides by tomorrow. Getting Roxy from the trunk of the SUV to her room took some doing with plenty of assistance from the hotel staff. They managed to stuff her stinking body into one of the laundry carts, take it up by the freight elevator and then roll it down the corridor to her suite. That little trek set me back over fifty bucks, but was well worth it.
Once inside the room I dragged her now naked body into the shower and turned the setting to cold. It only took a few minutes of little response to the frigid cascade of water falling on her bare body to make me realize she was in very serious trouble and in need of a doctor.
In parallel to what was taking place in the hotel suite with Roxy, her daughter Gwen was undergoing a similar physical situation fraught with problems that had the potential to incapacitate her for many months, perhaps even years. Had I known this at the time, I'd have pulled up stakes and left the state, maybe the country. Lacking the degree of prescience required to forecast what was taking place in two similar but different locations, left me handicapped when it came to dealing with both situations in serial fashion.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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