Posted by Rache on July 06, 2001 at 05:42:04:
(f/m,beating,castration,non-cons,police)
Death of a Family
Fiction by Rache
Part I. Trooper Hayes
Trooper Hayes with the Montana State Police pulled her car to the side of the road. It was single vehicle accident and she'd already radioed her location. She would check the scene and then make another report for whatever assistance she was going to need.
The van had gone off the road, hit the loose gravel on the shoulder and presumable rolled down the relatively steep embankment at least twice before hitting an old thick pine tree. It was quite a mess, she had to be careful climbing down to get a closer look, but from a dozen feet above and 30 feet away it didn't look good for whoever was there.
She called out, once...twice...the third time, as she skittered halfway down she heard a voice answering. It wasn't from the van; the voice came from a few yards to her right. Hayes angled that way and quickly spotted a middle-aged man lying in some brush.
"Ohhhh....Help....Help me!" He called out in a weak voice when he heard footsteps getting closer. "I...I'm here....I think I broke something."
Hayes made her way towards him and saw that he had dozens of small cuts and bruises on his face and arms, but aside from that he didn't look too bad. Probably a concussion, maybe internal injuries.
Hayes knelt beside him, looking him over carefully. "Are you injured? Can you tell me your name, sir? I'm State Trooper Angela Hayes, I'm going to help you."
"Bob...Uh...Robert Ross....My wife...My daughter....Are they...are they ok?"
"I don't know Mr. Ross....I haven't seen them....Listen to me...You stay with me ok?" Hayes opened the small medical kit she'd brought with her and took out a small bag of quick-ice, she broke it and felt the chemicals inside mixing, soon it would be almost freezing. Hayes put it on Bob's head and told him to hold it there while she went to see about his wife and daughter.
At the remains of the van Hayes found Mrs. Ross almost immediately. Her head had been neatly severed. She was still buckled into the front passenger seat, covered with blood. Hayes had never seen anyone decapitated before and she looked away quickly, she hadn't seen the head itself. Lodged between Maggie Ross's broken legs.
The van was sitting on its side. Luckily the fuel tank hadn't ruptured, but unluckily the side that was down had the sliding door. Hayes tried to open the door at the rear but it was jammed tight, the window unbroken. She used her flashlight to peer into the shadows inside and saw the body of a teen girl sprawled and twisted around the seats inside. The trooper turned her face away and smashed the window with the heavy butt of her flashlight and called to the girl inside but there was no response. Hayes crawled through the shattered window, cutting her hand slightly on a piece of the broken glass that littered the interior.
"Are you ok? Can you here me?" Hayes touched the girl's leg, shaking gently and got a slight moan in response. She shined the flashlight over the body and saw there was some blood and the girl must surely have more than a few broken bones. Hayes decided not to try and move the girl, she would get help and the medics to do it the right way. As far as she could tell the girl wasn't going to die in the next few minutes, but you never knew. She checked her again, just to be sure that there was no obvious life threatening wounds and found none.
Hayes radioed her report that there were 3 victims, one deceased two others with serious injuries. Help was on the way, but it was 90 minutes for the medics from Bozeman another trooper and the local sheriff would be closer, about 30 minutes. That was plenty of time Hayes thought, for her to do a little investigating.
Robert Ross was feeling a little better, he still had a massive headache and a bad case of whiplash though. Hayes sat on her heels beside him as he nursed his head. "Your daughter is alive, Mr. Ross." She began.
"Rache? Thank God!...Maggie? Did you find...Is my wife...Is she...?" he knew the answer from the troopers face without her saying a word. "Oh, no...Please...She can't...She can't be!"
Hayes put her arm on the man's shoulder, trying to comfort him even as she knew the answer to her next question. "Mr. Hayes, have you been drinking sir?"
"Wh...what?"
"I'm required by law to investigate, Mr. Ross....How much did you drink today sir?"
The man looked confused, guilty. "What do you mean? My wife is dead dammit! And you're going to ask me if I had a beer for lunch? Fuck you! Where's the ambulance? Where's my daughter? I thought you were here to help us!"
"Yes sir," Hayes replied calmly. "That is exactly why I'm here. The ambulance will be here in about an hour and a half, but I have to know....How much did you drink and how long ago?"
"I....I don't remember...Just a few drinks...I...maybe a couple hours I don't remember."
Hayes produced her breath wand and Ross resigned to blowing into it. "1.6% Mr. Ross, that's not a couple drinks a couple hours ago sir. That's double the legal limit. I found the bottle of bourbon sir. Tell me truth, your wife is dead because you were drinking isn't she?"
She gave Ross a minute to digest that. "Your daughter may be dying Mr. Ross....Because you were drinking."
Tears filled the man's eyes, "yes....Yes.....I was drinking all the way....I'm so sorry....so so sorry...Maggie..." With that Bob Ross broke down completely, suddenly weeping uncontrollably.
Hayes stood up and looked down at him with undisguised contempt. "You stupid bastard." Hayes kicked him suddenly, as hard as possible in the ribs so that he fell over, hands clutching his body.
"Why is it...?" KICK!!
"That every bastard...?" KICK!!
"Who kills his family...?" KICK!!
"Gets tossed with only a fuckin'...? KICK!!
"SCRATCH??" KICK!!
Hayes was screaming at him, kicking him with her polished leather boots, adding painful exclamation points to her anger. She kicked him in the head as he lay there, writhing in pain and weeping, crying for her to stop. But Trooper Hayes wasn't done yet. She returned to the van and was back a moment later.
She kicked him in the head. "Look at me shithead!"
Ross looked up, blood was flowing from a cut Hayes' boot had opened over his eye. He couldn't tell what she was holding, "Wh...What...?" Ross wiped at the blood and tears in his eyes.
"It's your bottle, asshole. It didn't survive either!" Hayes held up the broken neck of Ross' bottle of bourbon. "get on your feet bastard." Hayes grabbed him by the collar and hauled Ross up to his shaky feet, half dragging him back to the wreckage of his van and his family.
Ross looked at his wife's headless body and tried to pull away, to look in another direction as he let out a cry of anguish. But Hayes held him by the back of the neck, her smaller body pumped with adrenalin and anger. He couldn't fight her and he looked again at what he'd done to his wife.
Hayes let him go and he stood there staring, running away all but forgotten now. he was someplace else and Hayes thought it was time to bring him back. She stood in front of him and giving every ounce of grace and strength she possessed kicked Bob Ross in the balls. He collapsed like a sack of beans and Hayes got on top of him, pulling his hands away from his suddenly injured crotch. She punched his balls once, twice, easily keeping his flailing arms at bay. He stopped struggling, making retching sounds and only trying to curl into a fetus ball.
Hayes kept Ross on his back, undoing his belt and trousers. She pulled them down as well as his underwear, exposing his flaccid cock and balls. She was kneeling on his thighs and she considered handcuffing him, but he wasn't in any shape to stop her she saw. She slapped his face lightly until he focused on her. He was still struggling to breathe and she punched him again on his cock and balls.
"Pay attention Mr. Ross. This is what happens to men I catch drinking, driving, and killing their families." She used the broken bottle to sever Bob Ross from his testicles, cutting a jagged bloody line from the base of his penis to his anus. The little jewels fell out and she took them in her hand, not bothering to cut the tubes or blood vessels connecting them to his body. She yanked them off, squeezing them in her fist and watching as Bob's face contorted with pain.
He was bleeding freely from the wound and Hayes pulled up his underwear and pants, zipping him up and redoing his belt. She dragged his now unconscious form over to the driver's side of the van where it lay face down and pushed him through the shattered windshield so that he was face down with his legs sticking out. Hayes spread his legs, looking at the spreading crimson stain on his crotch. She smiled and stabbed the broken end of the bottle repeatedly against his pelvis until it had shredded his pants and shorts and she left it embedded in the place where his balls used to hang.
She washed herself up as best she could and used dried brush to rake the ground where she had found Ross. Not that anyone would look closely, the blood on her uniform she could put down to investigating and the scene would be dirtied quite a bit just trying to save these people. Angela Hayes smiled to herself as she slipped her two prizes into a plastic evidence bag and locked it in her glove compartment before going back down to check on the lone survivor of this tragedy.
(the three words I hate most in the English language - R)
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