Message-ID: <4353eli$9709241542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Cathy Payne Subject: New Story - Spam Cops (Part 1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3429708C.6D83@sympatico.ca> I would like to enter this story in the Spam Contest. The story was written out of frustration and I wasn't aware of the contest so if there were stringent rules for length etc... this story may not qualify. I understand and will not be disappointed if I don't get to submit for the contest, but I would like this posted as a story regardless. Unfortunately, the following story is a work of fiction. To the best of my knowledge, Spam Cops Inc. has not set up shop, yet. If you are offended by non consensual sex acts do not read any further. This story is not meant to be read by any person under legal age, whatever that may be in your locale. It is probably the only time I will ever write this type of story, but it really made me feel better. After wasting hours in newsgroups wading through tons of spam even someone as mild mannered as me can have a perverted fantasy of revenge. Especially when I received offers of phone sex by email because I posted a story. Gee Whiz... I thought that was what alt.sex.stories was for... New Disclaimer: Being Canadian I was unaware of the actual workings of the IRS and in fantasy made them above the law like Spam Cops Inc. I apologize. Thanks to CNN news covering the real IRS today on TV I just thought I should say my story came first. Any resemblance between fiction and reality isn't my fault! Spam Cops Incorporated (Part One) copyright C. Payne 1997 Jake Renolds loved his position at Spam Cops Inc. He'd wanted to be a cop since he was a little kid. Maybe the Dragnet, Untouchables, Highway Patrol type TV shows made fighting crime seem glamorous. You had to track down those criminals for months, sometimes even years. But, this was the 1990's. Fighting Internet Spam was a career made in heaven, not Hollywood. Now, the criminals 'came' right in your face, so to speak. Tracking them wasn't done in a day, but it was relatively easy. Not to mention rewarding. Branches of police everywhere were contracting out their Internet work to Spam Cops. Some didn't have the budgets for the manhours required to investigate, locate, interrogate (Jake's favourite part of the job), and finally arrest or relocate the criminals. Some detachments just didn't have the computer know how, so they left it to the pros. Regular cops had laws to follow. Spam Cops Inc. had their agents registered as bounty hunters. The two agencies worked to very different standards. When Spam Cops showed up north of the border in Canada, they turned the culprit over with all the 'proof' of the crimes. The 'proof' was supplied by the spammers themselves. God, he loved this job! As Jake arrived at Spam Cops Inc. headquarters Monday morning, he could feel his cock begin to throb just looking at the wide front doors. It was going to be a productive day. He'd developed a 'feel' for his work. If he got a tingle behind his zipper as he entered the building it would be a so so kind of day. A raging hard on by the time he hit the elevators meant a big bust was in the air. As he exited the elevator on the eighth floor he waved to Wendy the receptionist. Smiles were plentiful at Spam Cops headquarters today. Clients, the term used by Spam Cops Inc. to describe their prey, were just vibrating off various computer screens as Jake made his way past the junior cops to his executive office. His office wasn't decorated like the cop shows on TV. No wife and kid pictures on his desk, no personal mementos on the walls. No. Walking into Jake Renolds office was like stepping into one of his 'clients' dungeons. Pictures of nude girls in all kinds of poses or engaged in sex acts you couldn't believe were even physically possible lined two walls. He had made up a banner for those walls - Satisfied Clients. Shelves were stacked with equipment confiscated from underage clients who provided discipline. Boxes were filled with clamps, chains and dildos. Every piece was tagged with the clients name and file number. He'd hand delivered one of Spam Cops evidence packages to an IRS agent just last week. The shocked look on the guy's face when the spiked dildo spilled out on to his desk was priceless. Of course, the female clients picture (blow up size - better evidence if a trial actually occurred) smiled up from the face of the file folder. She hadn't been smiling after Jake had completed his interrogation. Jake's special file boxes adorned his desk. The 'In Violation' box held a half dozen files. The 'Out of Service' box was empty. Wendy had filed those Friday afternoon. "Did you get a chance to review that file I left you on Friday, Mr Renolds?" Mark Culley stood at the doorway waiting for permission to enter. Jake really didn't like him. The man had no backbone whatsoever! "Yes, Culley, I did. Why don't you go and get us some coffee and we can talk about it now." Jake doubted Superman could move as fast as Culley. Opening up his briefcase his eyes met with those of a pretty young girl. Blond hair, big puppy dog eyes, lewd position and not a stitch on. Christ, Jake mumbled to himself, that poor girl. He dropped the file on his desk. Some parts of the job actually bothered him. Whose mother and brother would put pictures of a cute kid like this on the Internet? Well, whoever they were they were about to become Spam Cop's newest clients. "It looks like you've done a thorough job on this file. Were you able to trace the girl, yet?" "Yes, Sir," Culley's hands were trembling. "The Department of Motor Vehicles found an image match. Here's the fax. She's only fifteen, Mr. Renolds." God, he was nearly whining. The idea of another idealist in the department was too much for a Monday morning. Today Jake was going to expand Culley's horizons. If he wanted to suck up and get noticed Jake was going to accommodate him. An interrogation session usually knocked the stuffing out of juniors. "You better get used to the kid stuff, Culley. You're going to be seeing alot of things that tear your guts up while you work here. Believe me, if the mother and brother are as stupid as they seem they'll be easy pickings. By the end of the day they'll wish they'd never even known the girl." They worked for an hour putting together an action plan. #1. Have the juvenile authorities meet the girl at school. The reaction to seeing her own picture on the front of the file would indicate whether the girl was a willing participant. If she was, she'd be charged and her file forwarded to the Corrections Department. If she wasn't, she'd be taken to a safe house facility and juvenile authorities would see that she got counselling and a safe new home. #2. Now that a family name was known the usual places could be contacted for the mother and brother's identity. Back to the DMV in case they drove. Run through the charge card companies for financial history. They lived in a house, so there was probably a mortgage somewhere. That would uncover the bank. Another financial history. Social Security numbers should lead Jake and Culley to employers, if they even had jobs. Search out the Internet server and get an account history. #3. Send a copy of the file down to the second floor. The guys in Research were pros at finding both identity and financial trails. Priority was always given to files Jake delivered. It usually cost him dinner while he related all the details of the bust to whoever had done the work up. It was well worth it. #4. Stake out the house to make sure both were at home. Back up agents were always assigned to multiple client cases. #5. Make a move to enter the house. Spam Cops didn't need search warrants and like bounty hunters could break and enter potential 'clients' homes. It was hard to make a mistake when you had the clients picture in your hand. #6. Handcuff mother and brother while the house was searched. Pay particular interest to financial papers. They may have a business and be set up for charge cards. The computer would hold a lot of the 'proof' already circulating on the Internet. How was it sold? That really determined how severe the interrogation would be and whether or not the file would be relocated. #7. Check out the basement for a possible interrogation room. Spam Cops looked for the most sound proof place in the house. Other facilities were available, but it was so much trouble to move clients. Depending upon the outcome of the session Jake and Culley would either take them into custody and deliver them to the 'kid cops'. (The term used at Spam Cops Inc. to describe officers dedicated to kiddie porn.) Or they would be taken to IRS headquarters with all the financial work up and the 'proof' they were in business. #8. (Jake didn't write this down.) Take Culley out somewhere after work and patch him up if he needed it. First interrogations sometimes lead to emotional problems for some agents. To catch these clients you had to enter their world. It was especially disturbing if an agent had experienced any past abuses of his own. The scars usually lingered for years and this kind of work was intense. Pleasurably intense for Jake, but he was a rare breed. There was no doubt about that when he finally saw the brother returning from 'work'. There was a bank deposit book under his arm. Jake could feel the pressure build up under his zipper. God, he loved his job. When Jake and Culley knocked on the door it was opened by a dumpy looking woman with greying hair. She wasn't even dressed yet! Clutching her housecoat she asked "Can I help you." That was the phone sex voice Jake had heard from the tapes in the file. Petite blond with big tits and a wet cunt. My ass, thought Jake. The tapes were always done as a non consensual, two men, one woman scenario. "Spam Cops, lady." With that they pushed their way through the door. "Nicky. Get out," she yelled. Too late, the back up agents were already pushing the guy into the kitchen in cuffs. The bust took two and half hours. Four cops loaded all the financial records, the computer and the 'proof' photos into the back up's van. The back up agents were on the scene for an hour. All the toys found on the scene were left for the agent in charge. They would be tagged later. Jake and Culley were in charge of the interrogation session. Part way through Jake realized he'd misjudged Culley. This guy was going to be an executive at Spam Cops Inc. within a year. (This story is continued in Part Two) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /