Country Home

IT was at the request of my boyfriend mister Todd Flemings that I rushed as fast as my feet would carry me to my car and then with the speed of all technologies to the country home of his family. When I arrived there my striking features were obvious and plain as I peered in the reflection of the car mirror. He was a young man of twenty three who lived predominantly in the inglorious lodgings of the students at the university where he attended. I am a criminologist by nature and expected that some horrible crime had been committed and perhaps lovely Todd was harmed. There was screaming and agonizing sounds when I arrived and was greeted by him who I loved so much. “Listen darling, there is a black stain upon my family, one which I have never been proud to advertise to you when we were in audience together.” He had a strong sense of morality and a sense of language about him. This had come from  the hints that his family gave which meant he was to be a outstanding man who should act as any gentlemen ever would even in language.

“Calm yourself dearest, what has happened here?” It was then he told me the startling story and which had lead me to the top room of the home where his sister lay yelping and howling like a wounded werewolf. He said that last night a knock had come at her door, his parents went to answer it and there was at the doorstep his fair-weather sister Lucy Flemings stood sobbing and holding her belly. It had been almost a year since she ran off to the city to become a model and now she was here pregnant and sobbing. He was called from his classes and drove out here with all haste and thereupon he called me here.

“We were not sure what to make of it, none of us knew that Lucy had a lover, but she was scared and always looking around even before her water broke, now perhaps you could speak with her.” I walked into the pleasant country house and saw his unpleasant parents sitting in the dinning room eating lunch as if nothing untoward were happening to their daughter. I was most filled with hatred and anger at their uncaring uncouth nature toward, recluse and wild as she may be, their daughter. I walked as best I could up the stairwell and into the small second floor landing where the screaming had been coming from and the typical soothing sounds of a young lady trying to calm the mother.

“I’m so worried; my parents are not going to help me at all, and he poor Richard is gone!” The yelling increased and I ran as fast as I could to be by her side. Perhaps some unlawful act had occurred and my presence was needed. I am usually involved with strange cases as my powers of deduction are often used and already I had begun to make clues. Last Friday three nights ago, a man named Richard Rutledge was killed causing a mystery to be created. I have had a theory that perhaps it was a local criminal mastermind named Dollface who had killed the poor chap, but no evidence was included. The poor sister was thrashing and yelling as any woman in childbirth does, “Oh god that bitch had done this to me, oh God damn her!”

I put my hand on her pretty chestnut colored hair and brushed it back and forth in a soothing matter, “My name is Miss Ileana Allen, by profession I am a criminologist and I am also your brother’s lucky girlfriend, please tell me what had befell you.” The young lady’s maid at her side was looking between her legs every once in a while and shaking her head.

“You need not fight this pain my lady, tell me where the pain rests.” She was far too young to be trusted with a care such as this, but that was what happened.

“Oh Christ, it hurts all over” she quivered and tried to close her legs but the young lady had enough foresight to hold them apart. “You must talk with Miss Allen, Get your mind off the pain dear lady.”

She cried, her tears soon gave way to her hand grabbing me and she screamed and hissed as her face went bright red with agony. Her mouth opened and as she yelled in horror I saw beads and strings of saliva between her upper and lower jaw stretch and snap with her yelling. She looked around placing one hand over her forehead I finally got her to speak. “You are a lucky woman Miss Allan, my brother is a good man although not much to look at I suppose.” During her talking and telling she tried to breath and control her pain and agony. “Yes, well my boyfriend was found of drinking, and one night he was paid for a drink by a strange woman. The woman had him perform a task for her as payment, a few days latter she came back and while a mask seemed to be covering her face she put a knife to my throat. She told him it was time for her to collect her payments. She held me while he made love to me, and during the lovemaking constantly pushed her blade to my throat while he preformed the act. She had men standing at the door with guns all the while during this horrible scene and I knew that I would get pregnant. Oh Richard was never much, he was a drunk and always asking his mother for money, I never wanted to bear his children but that night when I was forced to make love to him I felt worthless. It felt as though I was nothing but a thing to be bartered with. Soon after that night she left and I was pregnant in weeks later.” Her story was amazing, Dollface was the woman who seemed to be attacking women who were either pregnant or trying to get pregnant, why was still a mystery but we knew who it was. I was now charged with helping, Todd took my place at her side and placed a hand on her forehead and took my place between her legs. The vaginal walls were beginning to open and her twisting and agonizing horror in her voice seemed to tell me that the baby was near. I saw her  bulge and open slightly as goo began slightly oozing out of her belly. I saw a small patch of blood and the lady’s maid went to work cleaning her up.

We all soothed the poor woman saying “You’ll be okay darling, just go along with it and don’t fight your body, we need to get that baby out.”

It was then that I heard the clicking of the gun, and the feeling of the barrel at my back. I felt the hand of another woman move down my body and hold my hands then saw the faces of my three companions fill with horror and fear. Then a voice filled my ears and the voice of another girl “Step away preppy bitch, or you all die.”

During the horrible sounds and agonizing yelps I moved back and let the blankets fall about her legs which were spread like they were in stirrups. They shook and shivered on their own and she cursed the days that had lead her here. Then men with guns rushed into the room and held the poor woman by her arms and legs. Some guns were pointed at us as I realized we were face to face with the Dollface gang and their leader. Her legs shivered as the baby began crowning and she announced the incident by yelling that the child was on the way. Dollface had the men push their hands in between the legs of the poor woman and the pain and sudden shock made her pass out. “Well now, I think my payment is well satisfied.” She smiled and watched as the baby was cleaned off by the maid and the cord severed with the mother. The mother was simply laying there, her legs wide open to the world and her womb exposed as well. The baby was wrapped and Dollface took her in her arms. “Well now you are going to be part of my new empire, yes you are.” She said, and then ordered her men to leave, before she left the room I managed to get her to speak and here is what she said. ‘Simple Miss Allen, I get men in my debt, I get them to have sex with their women, and get the women to get pregnant by threatening the men. Once this is done and they give birth I take the babies to my own personal nursery. I am raising an army miss Allen, you wouldn’t like to contribute would you?” She asked and I shook my head in horror, allowing her to leave the room. Dollface left and by the time medical services had reached the home the poor girl, Lucy had perished due to exposure and such crude behavior toward her body.

The end