Special Victims Unit/Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Too much of a good thing
“Wow, still here, Carola? Did you stay the night?”
“Good morning Indra. No, I booked a room in the Days Inn next to the precinct. I don't want the one-hour drive from home to here when there's a serial on the loose.”
“Doesn't Clemens mind?”
“He knows me. He accepts that at times like this my work comes first. We have lots of friends, he and the kids get enough sex.”
They worked in silence until Stephen came in. Then they started their daily exchange of information.
“Anything new on the Hill case?”
“Final confirmation, no DNA traces at all. Analysis of rubber residue identifies the condom as a standard Planned Parenthood make, available everywhere. No chance to trace the purchase.”
“Travel vouchers were bought four days ago. Shop has no cams. Payment in cash. Here's their copy of the receipt.”
Carola looked it over: flight, hotel, park admission, restaurants, and a hefty sum at the end.
“So further proof it was not bought by Dwayne, he was in France already. How about Ellis?”
“Also no DNA or other traces. Same method of entry, same sedative.”
“So why was she cuffed when she was already sedated?”
“Perhaps she woke up too early?”
“From bidurofloresal? Hah! Plus, wouldn't she remember?”
Carola, who had been quietly listening, raised her hand. Her assistants looked at her expectantly.
“The cuffs are a clue. Deliberately left there. He even points it out. 'Don't get tied up[/i] in my clues', the note reads this time. And the first note, [i]take a break – that refers to the vouchers. He's toying with us. Have the cuffs been analyzed?”
“Yes. Like the condoms, a very standard model. PlayDom X38. Every sex shop has them.”
“Of course. Could have expected that. He doesn't make it easy.”
“Back to the notes. They're addressed to me. That suggests it's someone I know. Someone who wants my attention. The notes, the famous victims, all to ensure I'd get the case.”
“True. Since the start of your career, you have put seventy-four rapists behind bars. Forty-five of them are still in custody. Twelve are no longer alive. That leaves us with seventeen we need to trace. Our data department is working hard, but the numbers are high.”
“Don't just check the rapists. Check people around them. Family. Friends. Loved ones. All of them may be out to get me.”
“True, they're also on that list. But we need to start somewhere. And frankly, the fact that they retaliate with rape and not with for instance an attempt on your life suggests that it's more likely to be the rapist himself.”
“Or herself. Don't rule out …”
“Yes, of course. Two of the seventeen we're tracing now are women. And yes, all friends and family of all seventy-four will be checked. Plus all those who were suspects in the cases you didn't solve.”
Carola looked pained. She hated to be reminded of her failures.
An incoming call saved her from answering.
“Hey miss Anser. We have another rape call. It's in the Hefner mansion.”
“The Hefner empire, reborn like a phoenix from the ashes,” Indra recalled as they sat in the car. Carola decided to let her talk, there was nothing else to discuss anyway.
“Sold to an investment company after Hugh Hefner died. Losing value when the printed press lost its appeal, and then even more when first drafts of the 'New View On Sex' report leaked and more and more people defied the then still valid laws against public nudity. Hugh's grandson Dewey bought back all the rights in 2028 and started a huge operation to reform the company from a producer of soft erotica to the biggest and most successful producer of all forms of child porn. The mansion was refurbished and now serves to host contest winners, or those who can afford to pay for their stay. Hosts still have the traditional bunny costume, but they're now all boys and girls, starting as young as six and never older than ten, and all more than willing to satisfy each and every wish a guest might have. Shares have skyrocketed, Dewey Hefner is estimated to have a net worth of forty billion dollars, and …”
The car stopped and Indra stopped talking. Time for work.
A police bot rolled up.
“The crime scene is in the private quarters of the mansion. The owners have asked not to interrupt operation in the guest accessible areas, if possible.”
A girl greeted them at the door, looking close to eleven, probably one of the oldest hosts at the mansion. Like all hosts, she wore the traditional bunny ears and nothing else. Strains of cum were leaking from both her holes.
“Sorry, I had no time to clean up. I will lead you to the private quarters. Follow me, please.”
Their host led them through a garden with a huge swimming pool, filled with men and women, either lucky winners or paying for their stay, who were fucking happily smiling girls, sucking boy dicks, licking hairless cunnies to orgasm after orgasm, penetrating or being penetrated by young boys, and every possible variation one might imagine, plus a few more.
Every room they passed had beds and sofas, where children were using their little bodies to pleasure themselves, each other, and the paying or prize-winning guests. Dozens of cleaning bots were working hard to remove stains and clear the air. Every minute or so they heard a happy grunt of an overweight man or woman, or a delightful squeal of a girl or boy, as yet another cum was had.
Eventually they reached a large door marked “private”. The girl quickly typed a code on the number pad, then held her eye in front of the scanner. The door clicked open.
“Through here, please. You'll find your colleagues there.”
They stepped through, the door closed, and they heaved a sigh as the overdose of sex sounds was completely blocked.
“I guess that there really can be too much of a good thing, even of sex.”
An officer greeted them and led them to a living room, where a middle-aged man and woman sat on a couch, accompanied by a few more officers.
“I am Dewey Hefner, as you probably already guessed. This is my second wife, Glory DeWitt. Apparently, she has been raped last night?”
“Probably. Please, miss DeWitt, can you tell us what happened?”
“It happened in my sleep. We had some cancellations, and some girls were left without a partner for the night. We take care of our kids! So Dewey spent the night with them, and I slept alone. I remember, almost like a dream, the sound of breaking glass. But it didn't wake me. Our staff never enters any room without permission, so it was Dewey who found me.”
“Yes, I did. She's always an early bird, so I was surprised not to see her at breakfast. I went to our bedroom. The window was shattered, glass everywhere. Glory was fast asleep on the bed, and I was unable to wake her. I called our doctor, and he said I'd better call the police. Just before they arrived, Glory woke up and got out of bed. Your colleagues were pretty upset over that.”
“You have already been examined by our physician?”
Glory nodded.
“And … sorry, but I have to ask … was anything unusual found? In your vagina, I mean?”
“In my …” Glory sounded surprised, “No, nothing. The doctor said the rapist used a condom, to avoid leaving traces.”
“That's strange, the other …”
Carola's hand shot up in a commanding motion, and Stephen snapped his mouth shut.
“Thanks, miss DeWitt and mister Hefner. Can we see the bedroom? I hope you left it all intact?”
“Yes, we told staff not to clean there today until you are done. That way.”
The bedroom was large. Carola immediately bent over the glass shards and found a curved one, with the familiar smell.
“Same method, confirmed.”
“But how did he get in? The Playboy mansion is very well guarded. To throw a glass through this window, he had to enter the terrain, make his way to the private backyard, and not be noticed.”
“Perhaps a guest? That explains the access to the terrain. But not to the backyard. And how about the security cams?”
“The security system got hacked. It's an older model, outdated. Dewey was already getting quotes for a complete overhaul. But too late.”
“So that's how he got in the backyard, perhaps even on the entire terrain. And we have no cam footage. Damn!”
The bedroom was sparsely decorated. A huge bed, large enough that up to six adults could use it. On one side of the room was a large work desk, where keyboards and screens were lined up.
“Aha!” Stephen exclaimed, as he got closer to the desk.
He pointed behind a computer screen. Carola and Indra came over and saw, hidden behind the screen, two items that looked out of place. A patch of weird looking paper, and a bottle of ink.
“My notes are not the clues, CA”.
“Well, we have the note. But why did he leave it here instead of in the victim?”
“And why is it handwritten? And what type of paper is it?”
“Looks old-fashioned. We'll have to send it to the lab. But I suspect that this is old-fashioned parchment, as sold to history fanatics. The ink in that bottle is probably historic style as well.”
Back at the precinct, Stephen was once more stroking his big cock, Indra was sipping coffee, and Carola was looking at the scraps and lines on the evidence wall.
“So he leaves notes as a clue. But now he writes that his notes are not the clues. It makes no sense.”
“If they are not clues, then why the celibacy does he even leave them there?”
“And why in the cunt of his victims? And why not in the victim's cunt this time?”
“Well, if it is indeed parchment and the ink is a legitimate historic type, then I don't think it would have remained legible, her cunny juices would have ruined it.”
“You know what? It's been a long day. Go home. Have a good meal, a good fuck, and a good night sleep. Tomorrow we'll continue.”
Stephen and Indra wordlessly left the office, leaving Carola as she stood there, back turned towards the door, hands folded in her back, gazing straight at the evidence wall.
Impressions of a new world
Topic: Minimum age for sex?
Message #1
Author: GibbleBee (2047 honor)
The renewed version of the UN declaration for rights of children doesn't go far enough. Setting the minimum age for sex at four means that all younger children are denied the joys of sex. Yes, joys. I have raised four children. I started to suck their clits and dicks right from birth. I fondled them. Their giggles and happy cooing showed pure joy. I get that not all parents can enjoy the body of such young children, but they deserve it – and I will be happy to volunteer to help out!
Message #2
Author: SparkJoy (441 honor)
GibbleBee is wrong. Perhaps your children liked it when you molested them. But it was still molestation. They didn't consent. They couldn't even talk, let alone understand what you were doing. What if they had not liked it? What if they had cried? Would you have stopped?
We all know that there are adults who lust for babies and toddlers. Are you one? If so, then would you have been able to stop licking if your baby didn't giggle happily?
Message #3
Author: BigDickForYou (12499 honor)
Agree with SparkJoy. OP talks about licking and sucking. But where do u draw the line? What abt gently probing with a finger? Y not stick ur dick in their mouth and let them suck? Some wuld even try to penetrate a baby. That wuld always hurt the child so we need laws.
Message #4
Author: GibbleBee (2053 honor)
@SparkJoy: Of course I would have stopped if they had cried. But they didn't. That's my point. Sex just feels good, at all ages.
@BigDickForYou: Yes, penetration goes too far. That would hurt the child. But children that young are perfectly able to suck a dick and enjoy the taste of sperm, as my husband has experienced many times. And gently probing a pinky finger in their holes helps them learn about the pleasure a body can bring. The key is to always watch their reactions.
Message #5
Author: YngGirlLookingForLove (65 honor)
Go away GibbleBee, you are just a dirty nepophile looking to use children for your own desires!
Message #6
Author: Sunset (Administrator – 198560 honor)
Please keep it civil in the discussion, no personal attacks.
My personal opinion is that the laws are a necessary evil. Consent is key. A baby cannot consent, and I disagree with what GibbleBee did with her children. But the age limit at four is too rigid. Some children can consent before that age. Others need even more time. Instead of restricting sex by age, it should be restricted by consent.
Message #7
Author: GibbleBee (2065 honor)
But how do they know what to consent to when they have no experience? My children knew exactly what they consented to. Not when they were four, but at two already. They asked for some things and didn't want other things. They knew what they liked because they had experienced it, from their own loving parents, right from birth. How can children choose if they want to have sex if they have no idea how it feels?
Message #8
Author: SexyWoman_005 (3357 honor)
I see your point, GibbleBee. But do you seriously want to remove all restrictions on sex from the rights of the child? I think you and your husband are great parents who put their children's interests first. But what if a parent is a nepiophile. What if he (or she) can't hold himself back?
I myself have just once tasted a two-year-old cunny, and it awoke something in me. I wanted more and more, and it was me that wanted it. Not for the child, but for myself. I sometimes wonder, if I had been a man, if I had had a dick, would I have been able to resist the desire to stick it in?
We need laws to protect babies and toddlers from abuse.
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