Chapter 12

 

 

The air was light on breezes, suffocating with humidity. Sweat in her armpits and her shirt sticky on her back, the lacklustre performance of her deodorant made Drew think it was one of the hottest days of a summer now approaching its end. Underneath thick tree branches, heavy with leaves, punishing sunrays passed through to her pale (sun-blocked) skin.

The woman turned in a half-circle to the sound of Drew crunching a dried carpet of leaves underfoot. Drew returned the expansive smile with her own. Standing upright near the conservatively dressed woman the only two police officers of the town’s homicide squad. From the men’s blank stares Drew realised they were at her mercy. Ignoring them she stalked to the woman, her expression suddenly hardening.

“Are they going to have to go too, the same way as Kyle?” Drew questioned the woman with a scowl. “Was that really necessary?”

“There is a cost in acquiring the power,” the woman replied dryly, without entirely losing her smile. “Empusa’s energy comes from flesh and blood. She is a true vampire.”

“So it figures, these men are gonna end up as food too. What a waste.”

“Not exactly. They’ll take the fall for the murder of Kyle Darkley.” The woman’s expression turned serious. Her gaze passed over the teenaged girl’s purplish pigtailed hair and kohl rimmed eyes, sooty from black eyeshadow and mascara. “Don’t forget, they’re a danger to you. Open your mind to me and understand what needs to be done.”

Sped-up images projected through Drew’s mind. She stared up at the woman, grinned and said, “Nice plan. Let’s have some fun with them, okay?”

Drew undid all her shirt buttons and pulled her black shirt wide open. Her eyes locked on the police lieutenant’s. “Suck my tits,” she commanded, fingertips caressing her right nipple, “suck it with all you’ve got.”

Kneeling with a crunch of leaves on the ground, the lieutenant craned forward and took the ripe berry of her erect nipple in between his lips. Prompted by Drew’s instructions he sucked hard, pulling the firm breast into his mouth. Together with the hard suction his sharp tongue thrust out and repeatedly clipped her nipple.

She told him to strip naked, watching him closely as he exposed a rug-like hairy chest, potbelly and a flaccid member. Drew smiled caustically: compared to Kyle he was hardly a prime specimen. Letting him keep his socks on she instructed him to take down her panties and go down on her. Drew’s undies by her ankles lieutenant Gorman put his tight mouth against her pussy lips. Grabbing his hair at the top of his head and yanking hard Drew ordered him to get to work. With pursed lips he worked along Drew’s labia, wanting to please her so much his head bobbed up and down. Drew told him that wasn’t good enough, she wanted to feel his tongue. The grip on his handful of hair tightened as his tongue probed the side of a pussy fold: the slippery touch made the girl a little wetter. A moan came out of her the instant the tip of his tongue raced down her other pussy lip.

A few steps away the older woman had ordered detective Harrison to strip. He was naked before her with his genitals hung loose the centre of her attraction. She ran her hand over his butt-cheeks, kneading and pinching. Harrison’s hard-on grew speedily. She moved her hand up his inner thigh close to his balls, teasing him with the faintest touch of her fingernail along his perineum. One at a time she felt his testicles, like she was comparing them for size and weight. Responding to her touch Harrison moaned.

“I like the look of his balls,” she remarked absently, throwing a glance in the direction of the teenaged girl. The woman smiled a cat-like smile, and the detective shivered, his excitement complicated with an undercurrent of terror. “They’re just the right size,” the woman added, using both hands to clearly separate his testicles. She cupped his scrotum, a hand on each ball, and squeezed hard, bringing out a small drop from his peeping cock eye.

“I will do whatever you demand of me,” he blurted out fervently, sweat drops prominent on his forehead. Her focused gaze was making him nervous but he couldn’t divert his eyes. “I could’ve reported what I knew of you and the murder victim, but I kept you out of it. I’ve proved my loyalty. I want only to worship you, to be your slave!”

The woman chortled in his face, amused by his devoted gaze. She grabbed hold of his member, her roughness shaking his balls.

Drew urged the lieutenant to shove his tongue in deep. He slid his tongue in between her folds, then pushed it hard to stretch them apart. Having got into the taut cavity of her love hole the pussy folds felt tight around his tongue. Her front crevice clamped on his tongue tip so firmly he could barely move it.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” Drew cried - the cruelty in her voice a result of jealously she was feeling watching the woman play with the detective. “Fuck me hard, or I’ll make you pay!”

In trying to force his way in the lieutenant brought out more pussy juice. The sides of his tongue pressed against her inner folds, with a jerk of his head he rubbed her even so slightly up and down. Tight as she was, his tongue hardly moved. Stuck he rolled the tip, getting a taste of the sap he was inciting. A tongue flick at her inner lips. Sensing her sex loosening he shoved his tongue as far down as it would go. Only for her slit to clamp around the tissue of his tongue as he began to pull back. With the same difficulty he invaded her front crevice again, the pressure of her pussy walls on his tongue hardly changing over the next ten or so strokes. Drew tightened her grip on a handful of his hair and stared across to the naked detective. She made an unpleasant face as her gaze levelled on the conservatively dressed woman’s hand rapidly rubbing up and down the length of Harrison’s stiff rod. Indignation accelerated her breathing and flared her nostrils.

The sight of them together: Harrison’s eyes closed, his little cries of pleasure, the woman drooling, looking like she wanted to eat the detective’s cock raw, riled Drew so much she knew if she let it go on much longer she was going to jump in and pull them apart. Feeling her big hole folds spread a little further apart with a thick tongue stabbing down, Drew hollered angrily at the detective, “Come here little man, I got other plans for you! I said come here – you dare resist me?”

Reluctantly, it seemed, detective Harrison stepped away from the woman, member bobbing in front of him. The fortyish woman’s gaze followed his tight-cheeked ass all the way to the girl.

“Who’re you kidding?” Drew glared up at the detective. “You think that little show with my woman fools me any? We know what type of action you’re really into. Now you’re going to show us all. Spit on your dick and shove it up my boy’s ass.”

“Huh? You mean…?” Colour escaped from Harrison’s cheeks. His astounded expression suddenly gave way to a hard edge. For a second a hint of his usual self-assured smile played on his lips. “No way! The pope’s more likely to fuck Pamela Anderson than me ever sodomizing his ass. You’re way off the mark, kiddo!”

Drew narrowed her eyes; her grip on the lieutenant’s hair relaxing a little, she murmured to the detective, “Bend down to me, closer, closer…” Then as he came within arm’s reach she grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. “Do as I say or I’ll choke the life out of you!” she screeched.

“Please no!” Harrison yammered, panic in his voice, his arms limp at his sides.

“You will worship me by doing what I command!” Drew stared up, an exquisite throbbing between her legs and movement in her snatch bringing out a half smile, and observed the detective’s frightened face with satisfaction. Listening to his plead – the fool was begging for his life – Drew grinned, then replied, “While he’s tonguing me I want you to fuck him in his hole. Start with your finger and some foreplay – because unlike you, he’s never had a cock up his crack. Do it now!”

Snapping into action with a blank face Harrison got behind his police partner and immediately started playing with the lieutenant’s sweaty testicles. One hand around his partner’s genitals Harrison’s other hand moved quickly to lieutenant Gorman’s brown hole. Gorman’s eyes widened in shock as detective Harrison slipped his finger into the tight bunghole. It didn’t take long for the lieutenant to get used to the feel of the digit inside.

Harrison pulled out his finger and got into position to replace it with his prick. He started off rubbing it in the crack, teasing the crevice with his tip. Then grabbed both meaty ass cheeks and spread them, exposing the tight mouth of the lieutenant’s anus. The stiff penis went in gently, with only the purplish head disappearing inside. Holding the bulbous tip in place for only half a minute Harrison poked it further into Gorman’s back passage. With his palm in the middle of the lieutenant’s back Harrison pressed forward leaning over him, and brought more than half of his pole into the violated virgin hole in one movement. He pushed deep, pumping his penis hard against his partner’s prostrate.

Reminding the lieutenant to keep on working his tongue Drew then instructed Harrison to fuck his partner harder. Gorman got fucked so hard she could tell from Harrison’s excited cries it wouldn’t be long before he came. It was with difficulty that Gorman kept his tongue shifting in and out of Drew’s vagina. He gulped on her come, which seemed to flow from her with more frequently once the two men had started fucking. Pushing back onto his partner’s penis Gorman yelped in pain then felt delight as most of Harrison’s cock sunk into his anus.

Harrison moaned as he came, taking his member out of the hole jizz squirted across Gorman’s fat butt, getting in the crack and in the fine hairs of his dangling scrotum. Tightening her grip on the back of Gorman’s head Drew made the lieutenant give her a few more strokes of his tongue. She didn’t try holding back the laugh that came from watching Harrison stretch up awkwardly behind his partner, looking pathetic with a sheepish look and his half erect penis still dribbling stringy whey.

“What a whore you turned out to be,” Drew mocked, glaring at the blonde detective. She snuck a look at the woman, their eyes locking conspiratorially. “After being so naughty I’m sure he’s dying to get punished.”

Without making any noise the woman padded up to the naked detective and slapped him playfully on the butt. Glancing down she took his cock in one hand and got him fully hard again with a few rapid strokes.

“I thought you were going to whip him, not jack him off,” Drew said, the same despondent feeling in the gut she’d felt, watching the woman playing with his genitals earlier, bringing anger into her voice.

“Uh-huh, our slave’s due a whipping,” the woman remarked cheerily. “What I’m about to say, detective, is something you’re used to hearing. Bend over, sweetie.”

Without pausing to think Harrison obeyed; he turned with his back to her, spread his legs, and bent forward. His dangling reddened balls intruded between the space he left between his thighs. The woman spread out his ass flaps and slipped in two fingers at once, deep into his anus. Harrison grunted and swayed slightly.

“He’s loose,” the woman remarked matter-of-factly. She looked intently at the teenaged girl. “He’s yours as much as mine, you know. Whatever you want to see, all you got to do is ask.”

“I want to see him whipped,” Drew said emphatically. A little moan came out of her mouth. Her hold on the lieutenant went slack. She thrust her hips toward his face. His tongue, slick on her come, was fucking her beautifully.

“You know what, so do I.” The woman lifted a medium-sized whip and smiled. She shuffled to one side of the detective and brushed the plastic whip tail on Harrison’s tight buns, measuring the stroke. “What should I give him, ten?”

“Fuck that, he deserves twenty at least. And hard ones too.”

“You’re calling the shots, lover.”

The woman’s arm rose and with a swish of air came the first strike of the whip. Harrison rocked forward, gritting his teeth. He wanted to scream as he felt the instrument leave a scarlet imprint across his left butt-cheek. Obediently he lowered his head down immediately after the crack on his bun had jolted it up. A pause of seven quickened heartbeats then the whip landed again, leaving behind a crimson ridge as his buns automatically jerked. This time the cut was deep; instinctively he screamed.

Seven strokes passed quickly, the flow interrupted as the women exchanged looks. The fortyish woman remarked, “It’s the same as if he was chained and manacled to the ground. But with less struggle. You see what the power gives us? I could rip the skin of his bottom into scarlet ribbons and he’d stay put.”

By the twentieth stroke, Harrison’s posterior was crisscrossed with red lines. The detective kept his head hung low, a low murmur replacing his screams. The arms remained inactive; sweat rivulets ran down his white back, such a contrast to his red behind. His spread open legs still allowed easy access from behind to his well-hung genitals.

“Now it’s your turn,” Drew said to the lieutenant as she took her hand away from his head. “The guy fucked you up the ass, for fuck’s sake. You ain’t gonna let him get away with that surely? Take the whip and show him who’s the man.”

For a thickset man Gorman sprang back onto his soles vigorously. Addressing the good-as-naked teenaged girl spread out on the ground, her feet pulled wide apart –he couldn’t avoid being drawn momentarily to her moist pussy lips protruding away from her clit – he said lividly, “The fucking gay bastard. I’m gonna give him the dirty queer the ass whipping of his life!”

Drew’s caustic smile got wider. She put four fingers into her juicy slit and started working her hand. With a nod and a gesture of her head to the lead detective she sent the lieutenant to his task.

Masturbating rapidly Drew emitted a long drawn-out groan; she hit orgasm quickly, outstretched legs waving in the air. A breeze blew in through a gap in forest trees and stirred hairs on Gorman’s kinky pubic thicket. His genitals jiggled as he shot out his whip arm. The shiny plastic tip cracked on the detective’s well marked butt – forcing out another scream. Shrill moans came from the teenaged girl’s mouth and with each stroke of the whip, she squirmed and cried out with greater enthusiasm. One hand deep in her box with her other she played with her erect clitoris. Turning her gaze away from the men she looked for the woman. How dark her eyes were, and how clear her complexion. Despairing how severe her attraction had become Drew pushed aside the impulse to spring up, rush over and stroke the little coil of hair at the nape of the woman’s slender neck, which had escaped from her severely restrained bun. There’d be time for that and a whole lot more, Drew reassured herself, and thankfully she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

Abruptly a massive orgasm overwhelmed her and she hollered and writhed in spasms. Sap came out of her like blood from a severed artery.

She gasped, coming out of the last throes of her wet burst of rapture with a beat still drumming on her dripping sex. Then turned her attention back to the men.

With a heavily laid-on look of disinterest the woman watched the lieutenant flick the whip back then immediately send it forward. Doing well to get the plastic tip snapping at the detective’s opened out buttocks. Harrison was in exactly the same position she’d left him in, his screams almost incessant. A quick glance told her there was hardly an inch on the detective’s bare backside that hadn’t come in contact with the whip. He’d been cut open many times over. Then she glanced to the girl, gaze glued to the action: the flight of the whip, the swinging arm and twirling hips, bouncing genitals and plump rising and falling buns, a violent jolt of the detective’s head. The self-invasion of the teenaged vagina was hurried and frantic.

The woman smiled knowingly. She reflected by picturing in her mind tiers in a Roman coliseum. The graphic images were so precise she wondered if it was her madeleine moment: the strong whiff of come bringing back spectators to her so clearly, uninvented and distinctive men and women pleasuring themselves and others as gladiators battled for their lives in the ring. It all seemed like ten thousand years ago, rather than the more accurate two thousand. A display of violence, now like then, a big turn-on.

At last tiring of the spectacle Drew got up and said, “That’s enough, lieutenant. However much you punish him, he’s always gonna have the knowledge he took your virgin ass to hang round your neck.” Drew swooped down, picked up a pair of discarded jockey shorts and came over to the lieutenant carrying them in her hand. She ruffled his thick chest hair with one finger, and offered him the jockeys. “There’s only one true way to stop him ragging on you in the locker room, spreading rumours of what he did to you. Take them.”

The conservatively dressed woman brought the lieutenant a screwdriver. She ordered Harrison to straighten up then instructed the lieutenant on what to do.

He put the stretchy jockey shorts over Harrison’s head and yanked them down to his neck. With a finger in a loop he began to tighten the nylon-like underwear around the detective’s throat. Harrison’s eyes stayed on the woman’s. Having got the jockey shorts tight lieutenant Gorman inserted the screwdriver between the loop of the jockeys and the nape of Harrison’s neck, and started to twist. The string of fabric tautened, digging into the detective’s throat.

It took about a minute. “That’s enough,” the woman said impassively, watching as Gorman let go, and the lifeless detective fell to the ground.

“You just killed your partner,” Drew stated cynically. “How can you live with yourself after that? You know there’s only one solution,” she placed the butt of a standard police-issue revolver in his hand. Looked at him in the eyes and mimed a gun pointing at her temple. Her tongue mimicked a metallic click as her trigger finger moved demonstratively.

The boom disturbed woodland birds sitting in nearby treetops, sending them to flight. The gun shell took everything within its trajectory, the mass of slushy brain, a spurt of gore trailing behind, blood and bone particles hitting the ground before the lieutenant’s dead body.

Slipping off the latex gloves Drew had worn when handling the lieutenant’s items the woman put them away in her suit jacket pockets. The girl stuck her head out and cocked it for a full-on kiss. The exposed nipples started to harden as they rubbed lightly against the front of the woman’s jacket, the girl’s hands coming around the back. Trapped in an embrace the woman reached down and ran a finger on the girl’s outer lips, and felt her wetness.

“Sorry to have to cite an old cliché, but you really ought to find yourself a girl more your own age,” the woman said, glancing toward the teenaged girl’s sooty-rimmed eyes, then slowly down her young pale face to the pouting dark red lips. Absently she fingered Drew’s hard bud and took her long finger into the opening of the wet big hole.

“I know,” Drew replied, “but you were my first. I’m hardly likely to forget that.” Having responded with her own worn-out phrase she sighed like the archetypal dreamy-eyed love-struck girl she resembled. “I wish we were together like this always,” Drew sighed, (the woman’s fist in the girl’s vagina) twisting her head to place an affectionate kiss on a sharp corner of the woman’s mouth.

“Reality-check, hon. You’re going to college in the city for your next semester. And it’s about time I moved on. This town’s too small for the things we do, and you know that’s the truth. There’s only so many patsies we can set up before someone smart figures it out. Never mind, Drew, I’m sure it won’t be the last time we hook up. And even if it is, there’s still tonight. I’ll fuck you so sweetly. So good the memory of this one night alone will remain imprinted on your heart forever.”