Home Invasion_(6)

INTRODUCTION:

This is a semi-fictional story, and all participants are 18 years or older. I say semi-fictional because some of the dialogue is made up. However, most of the details come straight from the original police report.

A police detective’s home is invaded, and his wife and daughter are forced to perform various sexual acts on him and each other for the amusement of their captures. This actually happened to a colleague on my department, but I am telling the story from the first person perspective so it won’t sound so much like a police report.

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My name is Detective Sergeant Jake Peterman. I have been a member of the Metro Police Department for 22 years. I am married to Sally Peterman, and we have one daughter, Kelli who is nineteen years old. We live in a large Metropolitan city in the Mid-West. For the last 10 years, I have served on the elite Felony Apprehension Street Team. (F.A.S.T.) This team is part of a larger Federal Joint Task Force specializing in removing organized gangs and organize criminal activist from our city streets.

The (F.A.S.T.) team keeps these groups under twenty-four-hour surveillance until they can accumulate enough evidence to take to a Federal Grand Jury. Once criminal indictments are handed down, the team conducts a street sweep and takes the indicted targets into custody. Sometimes innocent people get caught in these street sweeps and are taken into custody along with the criminal elements. They are often only guilty by association. They just happen to be in the wrong place, with the wrong people, at the wrong time. When this happens, the FAST team works diligently to separate and release the truly innocent from the hardcore violators. Sometimes innocent people fall through the cracks.

Over the years I have arrested so many people while working on this assignment; there is no way I can remember every person arrested. Especially the ones that were scooped up, but not charged. That to some extent explains why I am now assisting in the investigation of a case involving my family and me as victims. I know from the start of the investigation there is little or no possibility of identifying or apprehending the people responsible. It all happened several months ago with a home invasion at my home.

I was about thirty minutes late getting home, and my wife and daughter were holding dinner for me in the oven until I can arrive home. Kelli is in her first year of college and is home for the Christmas break. The doorbell rings and Kelli answers the door. She is roughly pushed inside by three masked gunmen dressed in black. They bound and gag Kelli and Sally, her Mother and my wife, to a chair in the den. When I arrived a short time later, I am taken by surprise, disarmed and bound to a chair. None of the three men will speak or answer any of my questions. It appears they are waiting for their leader to arrive.

When Mr. Big finally arrives, he is not wearing a mask. He is dressed in a light windbreaker worn over a casual dress shirt and slacks. The fact that he is not wearing a mask doesn’t bode well with me. It is almost always a bad sign when the assailant doesn’t care if the victim sees his face. I have no idea who this man might be. I have never seen him in my life. No one ever refers to the man as anything other than ‘The Boss.’

Arriving with the Boss is three other masked men dressed in black. It doesn’t take long for the Boss to explain who he is and why he is in my home. He is a multi-millionaire who made his fortune by inventing a tiny computer chip that is used in millions of computerized devices. That small amount of information alone is not enough to actually identify him, and he knows it. Tech millionaires were coming and going each day back in the ’90s during the tech boom.

I learn from the Boss that four years ago his 19 years old daughter, Lydia was scooped up in a Task Force street sweep. I was not even sure I was involved in that particular sweep. The Boss claims that the ordeal she went through while in police custody was so traumatic, she committed suicide. Even after years of therapy, she was unable to come to grip with what had happened to her. The unfortunate part is she happens to be one of the truly innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Boss orders two mask men to untie Kelli and take her to her bedroom. He has two other mask men to take my wife, Sally to her bedroom. The men are ordered not to harm either female unless approved to do so by the Boss. After the two women are taken from the den, I was stripped naked and duct taped to a wooden straight back chair. Each ankle was taped to a leg of the chair. My waist was duct taped to the back of the chair, firmly holding me in place and my hands are then bound down by my sides. I am secured in place with absolutely no freedom of movement.

The Boss tells me that his daughter Lydia spent her first eight hours in a holding cell with seven street prostitutes. She was forced to lick every one of the prostitutes to orgasm multiple times. When she cried and begged them to let her stop, they punched and slapped her until she agreed to continue. At shift change that night a Detention Officer moved her to an isolation cell where she was stripped of her clothes. During the next two eight hour shifts she was visited by every Detention Officer on the cell block. She was repeatedly raped and sodomized. Some of the Detention Officers even made repeat visits. I was shocked to hear the man’s daughter went through such abuse at the hands of my fellow law enforcement officers. The Boss tells me that he intends to use my daughter Kelli to illustrate just what Lydia went through and exactly how it affected her whole family.

The Boss excuses himself and leaves the den, walking toward my daughter’s bedroom. I become concerned for the safety of my wife and daughter. I don’t want them to be alone with this obvious madman. I panic and try to break from my restraints. I realize my attempt is futile. I start screaming that I will track down the Boss and kill him if any harm comes to my wife and daughter.

One of the masked men puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Calm down, Sergeant Peterman. No real harm will come to your family. Just take it easy and go along with the Boss.”

“How in the hell do you know for sure that idiot will not harm my family?” I ask.

The masked man speaks to me in a low voice, “We don’t have much time so just shut up and listen to what I have to tell you. Just about everything the Boss just told you about his daughter is false. Yes she was arrested in a street sweep and yes she was held in jail for a couple of days, but she wasn’t mistreated as he claims.