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The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 01

By: blacknight99



Chapter One – Penny Surrenders Her Mind



Penny stood in nervous silence in front of the imposing oak desk of the Sheriff of Cavalcade County, Texas. He had ordered her to "Stand at ease," with just a hint of a patronizing smile, so she now positioned herself in a sort of "parade rest" posture, her hands clasped at the small of her back; but she couldn't help shifting nervously, moving her weight between her right foot and her left.

"Tell me why you're wearing that Mickey Mouse uniform in my office," he ordered sternly, never looking up from her record on his desk, his voice low and dark, like an afternoon cloud that threatened to grow into a storm at any moment. "What the hell IS it, anyway?"

"It's my Academy uniform. It's ... it's all I had, sir. I ... I thought I could get the proper uniform here ... um ... I mean, when I got to Rising Rapids."

The big man scowled at the papers on his desk, still not looking up. "You look like a midget female version of Barney Fife," he groused. Immediately, she bristled ... not at the professional innuendo, but at the mention of her height. She set her face into a scowl, but he didn't look up to see it. In spite of her feelings, her look of aggression fled immediately as he pushed his chair back abruptly, sat upright and fixed her with a gaze that left no doubt who was in command. She suddenly wondered if he was about to reject her. What would she do if he did that? She had no money ... nowhere to go.

He stood and walked around the desk to her. Startled, she retreated a step without thinking, staring dumbly at his outstretched right hand, not sure what he wanted.

"Deputy Ramirez," he said, somehow smiling without letting his lips curve upward, "welcome to Rising Rapids, Texas, heart of the Piney Woods. We're glad to have you here."

She blinked up at him. Finally, she broke the code and extended her own right hand, which was engulfed by his meaty paw the way large-mouth bass swallows a minnow. She cleared her throat. "Thank you, sir. It's great to be here."

He returned to his place behind the desk and lowered his massive frame into the chair again. "Now," he rumbled. "What to do first ...." He glanced at the folder on his desk, up at her uncertain expression, back at the folder. "Where are you staying?"

"Um ... at the Blue Top Motel. I'm going to have to find another place soon, though."

"Why?"

The simplicity of the question startled her. She didn't have time to think of an excuse. "Uh ... because my credit card is almost maxed out."

His brow creased in thought. He looked at her again, then quickly back down. This time, she caught it. His glance had included her body, but he hadn't wanted her to notice. He was trying to stay strictly professional. The revelation startled her. He must have been close to twice her age, and much more than twice her weight, though he didn't show any fat. He was just big.

He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a phone book. (Did anyone actually USE phone books anymore?) He fumbled with the pages a second, glanced up at her again, then at the items on his desk, as if looking for some distraction. He snatched up a coffee cup and held it out to her. "Penny, would you mind getting me a cup? The machine's at the end of the hall. One cream, one sugar."

This was it. This was the moment she'd rehearsed in her mind. All of the online assertiveness training lectures (the free ones, anyway), and the articles and the blogs; they'd all led to this moment in time. She planted her feet, shifted her hands to her hips, and imagined her deepest, sternest voice. But her voice didn't sound stern, and it certainly wasn't deep. "Sir, I didn't put all that time into the academy to be a coffee girl!"

His head snapped up, and he was looking at her now ... at HER ... at her eyes. Any bravado she imagined she had somehow acquired suddenly fled. Oh, God. All that assertiveness crap was about to get her fired. "Um ..." she stammered, "... I mean ...."

He stood and walked around the desk, the cup in his hand, and he had an entertained grin on his lips. "Sure, Penny. No sweat. How do you take YOUR coffee?"

She blinked. "I ... I don't drink it."

"Of course not," he grumbled, walking out of the room. "THAT is what's the matter with young people today. They don't drink coffee! Well ... that is, unless they're paying five dollars a cup for a fuckin' latte ... and God damned whipped cream on top ... and skimmed milk ... and ...." His voice was lost to her as he stomped down the hallway.

She leaned on the desk in front of her. Oh God, this whole day had been a fiasco! She should have known that the distance between the motel and the Sheriff's Department was farther than she thought. In Texas, distances are ALWAYS farther than you think. So, even though she'd left earlier than she'd planned, she'd been late on her first day. And now she'd gone and ruined any chance of a friendly relationship with her new boss. WHY had she said that? Why didn't she just go and get the guy a stupid cup of coffee? The only thing that could make it any worse now would be if he ....

"You looked like the 'Diet Coke' type to me. Here." He handed her an icy can of cola and went back to his chair.

She suppressed a groan. "Thank you sir. I really appreciate it. I'm sorry if I ...."

But he picked up the phone and started talking without dialing. It dawned on her that the deputy receptionist ... what was her name? Beatrice? He must have asked her to dial a number for him. "Charlie?" he barked in a loud voice. "This is Joe Rogers. Can you ...." But he broke off suddenly, listened for a moment, then slammed the receiver back down. He looked up at her, trying to figure something out. She was certain that he was struggling at the task of looking at her face and not her chest. "Shit. The only uniform shop this side of Nacogdoches, and he's closed ... on vacation for two weeks." He thought a moment. "Do you have a nice dress?"

She blinked at him. "Dress? You mean to wear at work?"

"Well, you sure as hell can't wear THAT!"

"Uh ... I only have one dress, but it's not ... appropriate."

"What? Is it a prom dress or something?"

"No. It's a summer dress."

"Well, shit, Penny! It's August!" He seemed to dismiss the entire subject. "BEA!" he screamed.

"Simmer down, Joe," Beatrice said calmly, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "I talked to June Freeland, and she has a room. She said to go right over."

He nodded and stood. "Deputy Ramirez, come with me," he ordered sternly. On the wall hung a cowboy hat, which made a sort of "thunk" as he clapped it firmly to his head, and he now reached for the only other item on the hat rack: a holster containing a massive .45 caliber Colt Peacemaker. A weapon for men, she mused ... all testosterone. Only six rounds, and not very good in the accuracy department, compared to other service handguns, but it made a lot of noise, packed the biggest punch you could get, and had been doing so since 1872. She had tried one on a shooting range at the academy and hadn't been able to hold the huge thing steady enough to hit the target. The recoil had made her drop it. He strode out of the office, through the reception area and out the door, and she felt as if every eye was on her as she ran to keep up.

"Follow me in your car," he snapped as he swung his bulk into the cab of a department Ford F-150 4X4 pickup.

"I ... I don't have car."

He glared at her. "How the hell did you get here?"

"On ... on the bus. Then I walked here this morning from the motel."

"Walked? It's three miles!" He looked at her with blank, incredulous eyes for long seconds, then sighed. "Get in, Deputy."

She nodded and complied. They rode in silence back out to Highway 21 and parked in front of the room she indicated. She was already packed ... she'd never really had the chance to unpack ... but he again ordered her to change into the dress. She was grateful that it was still relatively wrinkle-free, and she rushed to put it on and stuff her academy uniform into one of her two bags. She only had one pair of shoes to go with the dress, three-inch heels that boosted her height to a towering five feet two inches. She checked herself in the mirror, not really sure why she was doing so, and decided to take another half minute to apply some pale lipstick and run a brush through her hair before opening the door and pulling her suitcases (bearing all her worldly possessions) out to the truck. She got a little satisfaction from his expression, anyway. His eyes widened when he saw her in the flowery-patterned cotton dress. It fit her well, and showed off her curves. She hadn't had it on for more than a year, but she knew what sort of attention it attracted the last time she'd worn it. He stared, then averted his eyes, then looked again, before clearing his throat and helping her pitch her luggage into the back.

"I need to settle my bill," she told him. 

"All done," he responded, helping her up into the passenger seat again. "Ryan Bullsworth ... the guy who runs the place ... he owes me a favor. More than one, as the case stands. He told me to tell you that he's happy to help."

She didn't know how to take that. She stole little glances him as they drove back into town. His hat was cocked a little toward her, keeping the morning sun out of his eyes, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but his manner was indecipherable. He started humming a tune, and she was surprised to realize that it was classical ... Beethoven, she thought, though she wasn't sure. His left elbow was leaning out the open side window, his big right hand resting comfortably on the top of the steering wheel. She recognized an Aggie ring, which somehow seemed as large and showy as the Colt revolver. She tried to imagine him sitting in a college classroom, but failed.

The two-story Victorian house was only three blocks from the Sheriff's Office, and Penny knocked on the front door, since the Sheriff was burdened with a suitcase in each hand. "Morning, June," he said to the older lady who answered. "I'd like you to meet Deputy Penny Ramirez. Penny, this is June Freeland, my third grade teacher."

"Little hellion," the woman replied playfully before turning her full attention to the girl. "Welcome to Rising Rapids, Penny. I've heard so much about you. How was your trip from Fort Worth? My, what a pretty dress!"

Penny tried to hide her surprised shock. "Uh ... thank you. I can't get a uniform because ...."

"Yes, Charlie Struthers is on vacation, fishing in Colorado. Don't know why ... he never catches anything, anyway. You won't be able to get a uniform until he gets back. Now, follow me; your room's on the second floor. Only one rule ... no men in your room. I'm old fashion that way. And if Joe's any indication, they're all going to be lookin' at you pretty hard. Can't say as I blame 'em, the way you fill out that dress." She chattered on and on as they followed her up the stairs.

Ten minutes later, they were back in the truck. He insisted on buying her breakfast in the cafe on the square. He never pressed her to talk about herself, which she found surprising. Now that she was a member of his staff, he just seemed to take her for granted. He didn't really talk about himself, either, but prattled endlessly about the town and its surrounding area. Rising Rapids, named for a stretch of water on the Nueces River "that got above a trot," was the county seat, but it was too small to support a full-blown police department. Instead, the sheriff's department handled law enforcement for the entire county, including here in town. By meal's end, she'd gotten the impression that he was very proud of the territory that was now his jurisdiction.

"Let's walk back to the office. I'll mosey back this way for lunch, and pick up the truck then," he said, finishing his coffee with a gulp and tossing a dollar bill on the table for a tip. He walked to the counter to pay, and Penny, making sure he wasn't looking, dug through her small leather purse until she found a couple more, which she tucked under a plate.

"So you think I'm a crummy tipper," he observed, strolling back, obviously slowing his pace so she wouldn't have to run to keep up.

She grimaced. "I didn't think you saw. And yes, you're a crummy tipper. That girl who was serving us ...."

"Rhonda. You have to learn names. There aren't that many of us."

She laughed. "You're telling me! Mrs. Freeland knew all about me, and I've just gotten here! And Rhonda ... well, I was her. For the past six and a half years, that's what I did ... in a place just like that, in Fort Worth."

"Six and a half years?"

"Since I was fourteen. Six days a week ... sometimes seven. Double shifts on Saturdays. From now on, tip her twenty percent. Do it for me."

He grunted, but smiled. "I'm going to give you an assignment, Deputy Ramirez," he told her.

She glanced sharply up at him. She couldn't tell if he was kidding or being serious, but she decided that she'd better be professional. "Yes sir. What do you want me to do?"

"See this place?" He jerked a thumb at the storefront they were passing. She hadn't been paying attention, so she stopped and looked at it. The sign hanging in the window proclaimed "Madam Dormir" in bold red letters. The window had professional lettering on one side. "Fortunes Told. Palms Read." And below that: "Homeopathic Herbs and Remedies." She had stared at the place for only a few moments before she became aware that the sheriff hadn't stopped, so now she had to hurry after him, her heels clicking rapidly on the concrete sidewalk.

She finally caught up to him. "What about it?" she asked, slightly winded.

"After you get settled in at the office, I want you to come back here. Afternoon is best; her ... uh ... clientele ... normally comes by at noon or just before school lets out, so make it about four o'clock."

"Who's her clientele?"

"Housewives, mostly," he answered. "A guy or two, every now and then, but mostly women ... young and old. Rich and poor. She doesn't seem to discriminate."

"Can't you at least tell me what you suspect her of doing?"

"Maybe nothing at all," he replied. They kept walking, almost to the office now. He didn't seem to want to look down at her. "She's an informant," he said hesitantly.

That really threw her. "I don't understand," Penny said, then repeated: "What do you want me to do?"

He shrugged. "Just go in and talk. Have her look in that crystal ball of hers. Get your fortune told. Be friendly. Get to know her. Come to my office in the morning and tell me what you think of her. Tell me your observations." He finally looked down at her. "Oh, and before you leave her, tell her I want to see her in the morning. My office. Nine-thirty."

She frowned. "Am I under cover? Is that why you wanted me to wear the dress?"

He barked a laugh. "I wanted you in a dress because I have a dress code, and blue jeans don't cut it for my female deputies. And that rinky-dink, sissy-ass academy uniform SURE as hell doesn't cut it. And as for being 'under cover;" well, hell! You've been on the job all of two hours, and everybody in town already knows who you are. In this town, everybody knows everybody ... and knows what they're doing."

"How can you have an informant in a town where everybody knows what everybody else is doing?" she puzzled aloud. "And what kind of name is 'Madam Dormir,' anyway? It might surprise you, but Spanish is NOT my first language. I'm kind of rusty, but isn't she trying to use a participle as a noun? Doesn't that translate to something like 'Madam ... Sleep?' What does she do ... bore people to death?"

He grunted. "Just do it, okay, Penny? I really need you to do this for me." He waited until she'd given him a nod, then strode across the parking lot toward the front door of the office. "Don't withhold anything; talk and be sociable. Be yourself. Play along with whatever she suggests."

She hustled to keep pace, and glanced up at him nervously. "Um ... Does she take credit cards?"

That made him laugh aloud. Chuckling, he took out his billfold and handed her a twenty dollar bill. As an afterthought, he gave her an additional three dollars. "I guess you'll be wanting to give her a generous tip."

Slightly miffed at his domineering attitude, she followed him into the sheriff's office while she fumbled the bills into her small purse.

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The little bell above the door didn't seem to have the power to summon anybody from the back of the establishment. "Hello?" Penny yelled plaintively. "Is anybody here?"

A woman's head appeared through a gap in the curtain behind the counter. "Hello there. Oh! You're someone new! Are you the new deputy? Penny ... is that right? What a lovely dress!" She paused and looked back into the room behind her. Penny, who had to force herself to close her open mouth, didn't have a chance to reply before the woman faced her again. "I'm sort of with a client right now. Can you give me about fifteen minutes? I've got her particularly deep ... I mean, we're in a particularly deep conversation. I need to finish up first. Can you wait? Oh, thank you! You're such a dear!" And she was gone.

She stared after the woman for a long time. This was her first assignment ... her first assignment in her first real professional job in her whole life. And so far, her first day at work on that job ... well, it had been awful, by anyone's measure. She had somehow avoided going into the restroom and crying. That's what she had felt like, more than once; curling up and crying her eyes out. Everyone had been so kind, so sweet, so accommodating. In the academy, she had felt like a failure ... and she had just kept telling herself that once she was out in the real world, it would all change ... that everything would be better ... that she would BE a professional! At long last, she was a trained expert at SOMETHING. But she wasn't. She was ... less. And she was beginning to think that she always would be.

She tried to snap herself out of her funk. The sheriff wanted impressions, observations, opinions. What had she observed? What had she felt? She looked around the sparse waiting room. There were pictures on the walls of the river ... the "rapids," she guessed, but all she saw was muddy water, jogging along relentlessly toward the Gulf of Mexico. She sat on the worn couch and tried to recall her first impressions of the woman behind the curtain. She seemed ... accommodating, friendly ... normal ... just like every elderly woman she had met in this town so far. And, she guessed, probably just like the large majority of elderly women in Texas.

Penny tried to think of specifics. The woman was obviously of Latin descent, though she had no real accent. Come to think of it, she didn't even have a Texas accent. More Midwestern, she guessed. She had probably once had beautiful hair, rich and black, but now it was shorter than shoulder length and dotted with gray. If she had to define Madam Dormir in one word, what would it be? It came to her with a sardonic finality. Motherly. It was ironic, because in that half-minute's timeframe, Penny found she liked the woman much more than she had ever liked her own mother.

The curtain parted, and a tall woman with platinum blonde hair walked out into the waiting room, looking back over her shoulder with admiring eyes at the woman who had greeted Penny, so that she didn't notice her sitting on the couch. At the room's center, she seemed incapable of containing her feelings any longer, and with a tear on her cheek, she spun around and engulfed the elder woman in her arms. "Oh, Madam, what would I do without you? You saved my LIFE! I ... I was cracking up, and you saved me!" She gave a quiet sob. "I ... I love you, you know that? I love you SO much!"

Madam Dormir hugged her in return and patted her back while looking nervously at Penny. "I love you, too, Emily. And I promise that everything's going to be alright. But, I have another client to see now."


The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 01



The woman stiffened. She removed her arms from around the mature lady, dabbed her eyes with a crumpled tissue she was holding in her hand, took a deep breath and turned toward the couch. Not knowing what else to do, Penny rose and accepted the outstretched hand. "Hello, I'm Emily Baxter. Please forgive my silly ramblings. I .... Oh! You're new here. Are you the new deputy? Penny ... um ... Rodriquez?"

"Ramirez."

"Yes, of course. I'm so sorry. I should have known that. I'm partially responsible for you being here." She smiled as Penny's eyes widened. "I'm on the County Board of Directors," the woman continued. "I approved the budget increase that Joe was asking for to bring in a new deputy." She sighed. "I can't imagine what it's like working in the same office as Joe." She smiled and winked. "The most eligible bachelor in East Texas. Gives me goose bumps. Not that I really care, of course. I'm happily married." Her smiled waivered a little as she glanced at Madam Dormir for concurrence. "Very happily. But a woman can always dream a little." She shook Penny's hand again, pulling slightly, so that she could whisper confidentially into her ear. "You are just going to LOVE Madam Dormir. EVERYBODY loves her. She's ... well, she's just the most amazing woman I've ever met, that's all." She released Penny's hand and stepped back. "It's SO nice to meet you. Please say hi to Joe for me."

And she was gone. Penny blinked after her. "Wow," she said under her breath.

"Yes," the older lady replied. "Wow." She went to the shop's door, locked it, and turned the sign so that the "Open" now faced inward. "And now, Penny, if you'll please follow me, we'll get on with it." She walked back through the curtain. Penny stared after her for a moment and obeyed.

The back room was a cozy living room with a mahogany table in its center, a couch and loveseat at one end and a small kitchen setup at the other. Madam Dormir motioned with a hand toward a comfortable, padded, straight-back chair placed strategically in front of a crystal ball on the table, and then she went to the stove. "I've just received a package of tea from India ... a special blend that I've heard about. I've brewed a pot that we can share."

Penny hesitated and then sat in the indicated chair. "No, thank you."

The woman said nothing for a long minute as she rattled dishes, then she set a steaming cup in front of her. "Please, I insist. I need to know your opinion. Just a sip."

Penny stared at it for long moment, then finally sighed and tried it while Madam Dormir settled into the chair opposite her. "It's ... um ... different. I usually drink Lipton. What kind of incense is this?"

"I've heard that the tea seems to change flavors as you drink it. Try another sip and let me know. That's it, my dear. Now, try another. The incense is from South America. I buy it special. It's supposed to be soothing. What do you think?"

"It's sort of ... strong," Penny replied. She sipped from her cup again. "But the tea tastes a little better, I guess."

"You'll get used to the incense, too. Now, you have a message for me from Joe."

Penny's thinking was a little fuzzy for some reason. The incense was cloying, and she wanted to tell Madam Dormir to please put it out, but she didn't want to offend. She tried to think. A message? "Oh. Oh, yes. Sheriff Rogers wants to see you in his office tomorrow morning at ... um ... nine-thirty."

"Excellent. I'll be there. Here, give me your empty cup and I'll refill it."

Penny was confused. She hadn't realized she'd drunk it all. The cup rattled in its saucer as she handed it to the woman. She tried to think of something to say, and fixated on the crystal ball in front of her. "The woman you saw before me ... um ...."

"Emily."

"Emily. Did she want you to read her fortune?"

Madame Dormir set the cup down in front of her and smiled broadly. "No. Actually, I don't do much fortune telling. Not that I can't. But usually, people come to me because they have problems. I solve problems, you see."

Penny took a sip of tea, found it too hot, and set the cup back down. "What kind of problem did Emily have?"

The woman took her seat again. "She's struggling with assertiveness."

Penny couldn't contain a little gasp. "And you can help with that?" She thought that her question seemed too straightforward, too desperate. "I mean, she seemed awfully grateful, so I assume that you did." She tried to calm herself, but couldn't seem to keep from forging ahead. "How do you help someone with something like that?"

Madam Dormir leaned forward for emphasis and Penny couldn't help but lean forward, too. "I use deep hypnosis," was the response.

Penny blinked. "You ... You're a licensed hypnotherapist?"

The lady gave her a wry smile. "No. It's just something I picked up over the years. I'm very good at it, actually." She sat back again. "I use it to help people."

Penny found that she was holding her breath for some reason. She gulped, refilled her lungs, thought for a few seconds (which was difficult, for some reason), and finally said: "Can you use it to help ME with that?"

Madam Dormir steepled her fingers and fixed Penny with a look that was somewhere between genuine concern and genuine affection. "Why do you want to be more aggressive, Penny?"

She answered immediately ... she couldn't seem to help herself. "I want to be successful at something." For some reason, a tear leaked from the corner of her left eye. "I want to be successful at ANYTHING! You just can't BE successful without being assertive! No one will pay attention to you! No one pays attention to ME! And it's because I'm so damned ...." She fumbled for the right word.

"Submissive?"

"Yes! That's what I am!" She became more animated, using her hands. "And when I TRY to be more assertive .... Oh, Madam Dormir, it was just awful!" She was crying now. "It's been a HORRIBLE day!"

"Tell me about it, dear."

"I tried to be early to work this morning ... but I had to walk, and I was late! And I didn't have anything to wear, even though I could have bought the right uniform in Fort Worth, but ... but a new uniform was going to be a hundred and thirty dollars, and I only had a hundred left on my credit card, and a bus ticket was going to be forty-five, and they pay us at the academy, but only a hundred a week, and I knew I was going to have to get a motel room, and so ...."

"Yes, dear, I get the picture."

"And then he asked me to get him a cup of coffee, but I was like: 'I'm not a coffee girl.' But as soon as I said it, I realized that he'd asked really nice, and I sounded like a bitch! And so, of course, he got ME something, which made me feel about an inch tall! And then this afternoon, he called me into his office and he presented me with my shield and gun. But the gun was so big that it wouldn't even BEGIN to fit in my purse. I had this little black leather purse, see? And I looked at the gun, and I looked at my purse, and ... and ... and, he laughed at me, and pulled out this big cloth purse that he'd bought at the consignment shop next door, so that now, I could carry my ...." 

Penny reached out toward her teacup as she talked, but with the speed of a striking rattlesnake, Madam Dormir leaned forward and snatched it up. Startled, Penny stopped and stared. "I think you've had enough of this, dear." The woman took the cup to the sink.

"But you were right, Madam Dormir, the tea really DOES taste better, the more you drink."

"Thank you, dear. I'll make note of that." She continued under her breath: "Along with the fact that body weight and size affects dosage."

Penny blinked and frowned. "You think I'm small. You think I'm too small to be enforcement. You think I'm too small to fire a gun."

"You're petit, my dear. There's no such thing as a person who's 'too small.' You're as big as you think you are. Please, you were telling me about your pretty new gun."

"It's a brand new Smith and Wesson nine millimeter. I fired it at the academy, and I was awful! I had to take retraining twice just to qualify. I mean, all I had to do was just hit the target, you know? I kept reeling that target in and looking at it, and I can't begin to tell you how many times there was never a mark on the stupid thing!" She paused, suddenly concerned. "You won't tell Sheriff Rogers I said that, will you?" She watched as Madame Dormir came around to her side of the table. "Oh!" Penny continued. "No wonder the incense smelled so strong. It was right behind my seat. I didn't even see it there. You don't have to put it out, Madam Dormir. You were right, I hardly notice it at all now."

"That's alright ... it was almost used up, anyway." The woman returned and held out her hand to Penny. "Let's go sit together on the couch. Let me help you up."

Penny staggered a little when they were halfway to the sofa. "Woo! I guess I'm a little dizzy. I skipped lunch because I had such a big breakfast. Sheriff Rogers bought me breakfast." She frowned, thinking. "Did I tell you that already?"

They settled onto the couch, their shoulders touching. "No. But now, tell me about yourself, dear. How long were you a waitress? What made you decide to go to the police academy?"

Penny gasped. "How do you KNOW about that? You couldn't possibly ... Did Sheriff Rogers talk to you today? No ... he couldn't have, or he wouldn't have given me a message for you. But you ...." She paused and took a breath. "I'm sorry ... of course, I'll tell you." She breathed deeply again, frowning. "My mother ... she ... she sort of lost it when I was fourteen. She stopped working for some reason. She was fired, I'm sure. She just sat at home and watched TV. And drank. I realized that I'd have to do something when I saw unopened envelopes with 'Final Notice' stamped on them. I found the job at the diner, and I begged for an advance, and then I went to the rental agency and paid in cash. I found out a lot of legal stuff. For example, I discovered that if you're paying SOMETHING, then they can't throw you out. They weren't very happy about it, of course, but I put in a lot of overtime, and over the years, I paid it all off, little by little. Food, electricity, TV. I'd go to the various places and pay in cash. I arranged for the liquor store that was two blocks away to deliver a pint of vodka every day. No more, no less. She wouldn't start drinking until five o'clock. By the time I got off work, she'd be passed out, and I'd put her to bed.

"It went on that way for six years. When I graduated from high school, I was able to work days, too, and that's when I could finally pay off all of our debts. I wanted to put enough aside to finally start taking night classes. My grades were never good enough to get into a good college, but there was an extension of SMU in the city where I could take night classes. I don't know why it never occurred to me that things with Mom might get worse, but a couple months ago, I discovered that she was selling herself to men while I wasn't there. I mean, who would WANT her? She always smelled like rancid booze, and she wasn't very pretty anymore. But one day, some guy she had over took her to the hospital. Alcohol overdose and delirium tremens. Turns out, the men she was ... um ... seeing were bringing her a lot more to drink. The doctors didn't think she was going to make it, for awhile. That's when a social worker explained that we were eligible for aid through the Texas Department of Health Services. As it turned out, I could have gotten all sorts of aid from the very beginning, but I never knew about it! We got her admitted in a program for detox and treatment.

"And that's when I found out about the opportunity at the academy. What a revelation! I hadn't been qualified before because of my height and weight, but there'd been some sort of court case, and suddenly, I was eligible." She sighed and started crying again. "I was a terrible officer candidate. I finished number 47 in my class of 52! I couldn't shoot worth beans, and they kept retesting me on the physical fitness stuff until I passed. I wouldn't drop out, even though they kept telling me that I could ... suggesting that I should."

"You did well academically," Madam Dormir suggested.

"How do you KNOW this stuff?" Penny sobbed. "How do you know so much about me?" She clutched the woman's arm, pleading. "I was too small. I could pass the run, and the sit-ups and pull-ups. But I had to do the obstacle course over and over and over, every day until I finally qualified. And the hand-to-hand combat, and the shooting range ... over and over and over."

"You are very suggestible, my dear. You've answered every question I've asked, and you drank the tea, even when you didn't want to. And in the academy, you did everything they asked you to do. You did everything except quit. You never quit."

She had never felt this way. She was horribly confused and she seemed helplessly out of control. "Please, Madam Dormir," she wailed. "Please help me! Hypnotize me! Change me! If only I was more assertive ... if only I could stand up to people, and ...."

The woman leaned into her, smoothed her hair, kissed her forehead. "No, my dear. I can't ... I won't do that."

Penny hadn't cried like this since she was a little girl. "Bu ... bu ... but, w ... why not? You ... you helped ... helped .... You hypnotized HER! You ma ... made HER mo ... more assertive!"

The elder woman folded Penny in her arms and rocked her gently. "Emily was assertive to begin with, dear. She lost her ability to be that way because of a domineering husband and two demanding children. I was only helping her regain the ability to be who she SHOULD be."

"Bu ... But, w ... why ...?"

"Because you already ARE who you're supposed to be." Madam Dormir gently pushed Penny back, held her by her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes to emphasize her point. "Penny, you are a very important person. Our town ... our whole community ... there's something catastrophic coming ... something that's going to tear us apart. Only YOU can help me stop it. That's why I chose you to come here." 

Penny blinked. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs that seemed to cloud her judgment, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes. "What? What did you just say?"

The smile never left the Madam's lips. "Never underestimate the power of women, my dear. The County Board consists of five members, two of whom are women clients of mine. The wives of the male members are also clients. Men think that they run this world, but you only have to dig a little deeper to find the real power."

"But why? Why me? Why would anyone want ME for ANYTHING? I've never excelled at anything I've ever tried!"

"You are the best person for the job that needs to be done. You are the ONLY one who can do it. I need you, Penny. Won't you help me? Please?"

The girl blinked and gazed imploringly into the woman's eyes. She was desperately trying to solve some riddle, but her muddled mind couldn't seem to fathom the question. Finally, she sighed. "Yes, Madam Dormir, of course I'll help you. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to sleep, dear."

"What?"

"I need you to go to sleep for me. All that crying has left you very sleepy. Very ... very ... sleepy. Very ... sleepy. It's been ... such a long day. Such a very long day. You must be very tired. Very tired. And ... sleepy."

Penny blinked again, but this time, her eyes were almost impossible to open. Her shoulders slumped in utter exhaustion. "Oh ... oh, gosh," she groaned. "How ... how are you doing this to me?"

"You are very, very suggestible, Penny. That's one of the reasons I chose you. It's in your evaluations ... in your psychological profile. Well, not the word 'suggestible,' of course, but if you read between the lines, it's easy to see. 'Difficulty in concentrating on more than one thing at a time.' 'Reluctant to accept leadership roles.' 'Responds well to orders.' 'Lacks assertiveness.' And now, it's all coming together, isn't it, dear? You are so very, very tired ... simply because I suggest it. So tired. So sleepy." The woman reached behind her own neck and fiddled with the clasp of a necklace, then she held a deep green emerald so it dangled only inches in front of Penny's eyes. "And here's something for you to concentrate on while you get sleepy, dear. Watch the gem ... and get sleepy for me."

"You ... you're hypnotizing me."

"Well, yes, dear, of course I am."

"I ... I thought ... I thought you weren't ... weren't going to ...." Penny frowned as she lost her train of thought. The gem was an achingly deep shade of green, and it seemed to sparkle from within as it refracted the light from the other side of the room.

"I'm not going to make you more assertive, dear. But I DO want to help you understand your natural submissive nature. I want to help you accept it ... to accept who you are ... to accept your place in life. Have you ever been hypnotized before?"

It took her a long moment to answer. "No."

"You're going to love it, Penny. You're going to love it more than anything that's ever happened to you. It's going to feel SO good. So very, very good." She paused while the corners of Penny's lips curved ever so slightly upward. "There are three phases in what's about to happen to you. The first phase is the induction. That's what's we're doing now. And it feels so good, doesn't it, dear?"

"Um ... yesss."

"And when you finally surrender and fall asleep, we will begin the deepening phase. That will be confusing to you." Penny's brow furrowed slightly with worry. "But if you follow my voice, you will go deeper and deeper. Eventually, you will stop worrying, and simply follow my voice. Follow it always. And you'll go SO deep." She paused again. Penny was having trouble holding her head upright. "And finally, we will move into the suggestion phase."

Penny's head bobbed into vertical alignment, but it took her a long second to find the strength to open her eyes again. "You ... you're trying to control me."

"Only if we can go deep enough, dear. If you can follow me deep enough, then you will have achieved your goal, and allow me to control you. I will try to help you get that deep. If you quit, we won't be able to accomplish that level, and you won't be able to help me. But if you don't quit ... if you never quit, then you'll win, Penny. I can control you then. You can save us then. You can do what I brought you here for, and everything will be okay then."

"I'll try," Penny mumbled. "I'll try as hard as I can. But please ... please, can I go to sleep now? Please?"

"It's going to feel SO good, Penny."

"Please?"

"Surrender for me now, Penny. Sleep. Sleep now."

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When Penny awakened, the green gem was still dangling in front of her eyes. Her mouth was dry, and she licked her lips and swallowed. "Was I ...? Did I ...? Um ...."

"You're still hypnotized, Penny." Madam's voice was in her ear, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes off the emerald and look at her.

"I am?"

"Yes, dear. And you're still sleepy. Very ... sleepy."

Her eyelids, which were fine a second ago, suddenly seemed to weigh a ton. She struggled to keep them open. Why was she fighting it? She wanted to sleep again. Why was it that she was trying so hard to watch the gem? "Please," she moaned.

"You'll go deeper this time, dear. Surrender for me now. Surrender and sleep."

It was hard to define ... hard to fathom. The utter bliss of letting sleep overcome her was so sweet, and yet so short-lived. She was awake again, staring at the emerald. She felt Madam's lips next to her ear. "You're doing so well, Penny. You're going so deep for me. And deeper and deeper, each time. Sleepy, now. Ssso ssssleepy." The sibilant "s" seemed to penetrate right through her ear, and once inside her head, the sound sought out her brain, and it wrapped around and around it, like a soft, warm blanket. She tried to beg. Her lips came together to form the first letter of "Please," but she couldn't seem to find voice without permission. "Sssurender. Sssleep." And with a euphoric moan, she was gone again.




The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 01



This was wonderful. This was more than wonderful. She had never felt so relaxed. Her soul was soaring like a small bird, free and happy. The only problem was all this infernal waking up. She didn't want to. She wouldn't mind if she never woke up again. But she did, only to be allowed the passion of falling, falling, falling back again. Deeper. Each time, she went deeper.

When did the emerald disappear? Was it still there, and she just couldn't see it anymore? But Madam's lips were still next to her ear, issuing those wonderful words that would take her back ... take her deeper. Oh, wonderful! Back again ... deeper ... always deeper. If she went deep enough, she would win. She could allow Madam to control her then, and she would win.

But what was this? Where were her clothes? She could feel the air on her bare flesh. But Madam's words were still in her ear. Her mind was confused .... Madam had said she would be confused. Madam was so wise. Everything Madam said was coming true, and now she was feeling small and confused and sexy and desirable and oh, so feminine. And Madam had told her that these would be the best feelings she had ever had. But she hadn't told Madam that she had never been with a man ... well, not really. Was this sex? Was this how it felt? But now, she was so naked, so innocent. Her nipples were SO very hard, and the dull, aching emptiness in her lower belly wanted filling SO badly. She had been told that sex felt good, and if Madam was correct (and Madam was ALWAYS correct) then it was only logical that hypnosis felt like sex. But she could justify it no further. She could think no further. She was falling again. Falling. Deeper.

She felt something between her legs. Something was rubbing her. Oh ... oh, that was nice. Oh ... that was ... that was VERY nice. But then, she was falling again. No, wait. Please wait ... just a second! But no. She was couldn't resist, and she was asleep. And then the rubbing was back. Had it ever left? But it was different this time, shaking, vibrating, tingling. Her hips were moving ... she didn't seem to be able to stop them. But as much as she wanted to maintain that marvelous feeling, she was falling asleep once more. Falling again. Deeper. Then, back awake again (WAS she awake?) ... and that empty ache in her belly was demanding. Something was happening to her. What was it? And then, falling again. Deeper. And then, she was back. She was beginning to realize that following Madam's commands, down into sleep and then back up again, each time, the pleasure was more intense, more satisfying, better and better. All she had to do was obey. The more obedient she was, the more pleasurable it became.

She felt something pinching her left nipple. It hurt a little, but it felt oh so good, too. She found that if she pinched her fingers harder, her nipple felt better. The pain felt good. Was it her own fingers doing this to her? But Madam ordered her asleep again. She mustn't disobey. She was so close now. Close to ... something. Falling. Deeper. And then, awake again. And now, the muscles in her stomach and her thighs and her pussy were clutching, clutching, clutching without her consciously doing it, and her whole body was tingling marvelously, endlessly, fantastically, wonderfully, and the empty ache in her belly was gone, finally satiated, and her spirit was soaring, and the sound she heard might have been her own satisfied moans. And she was no longer falling; for now she was flying ... happily flying down, down, down into the depth of her soul. And if she hadn't been hypnotize, she would have told Madam, THIS is where I belong! Take me! Lead me! Control me! Oh, Madam, I love you! I love doing what you want me to do. I am submissive and I am helpless and I am yours. I live for you, Madam. I would die for you. I love you!

And she was awake again. And she felt ... alive. She was standing on the street in front of her boarding house, and it was dark, and she was clutching a white bag and her heavy purse, and the white bag smelled like fried rice and wonton soup. She looked down, half expecting to be naked, but her dress was there, and now she wondered if it had been there all along. Madam Dormir had her hand on her waist, as if to steady her, and she was smiling at Penny, and Penny couldn't help but smile back.

"Did ... did I do it, Madam? Did I do what you wanted me to do? Did we succeed?"

The lady beamed. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, dear."

Her heart sang like a lark. "What ... what do you want me to do now? I ... I'll do anything you say."

"I just want you to be yourself, dear. Do what you think you should do. I promise, you'll make the right decisions." And she kissed Penny on the cheek, turned, and walked away.

Penny watched her for a long minute, then took a deep breath of the sweet summer air.

It's been a good day, she thought, smiling.

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To Be Continued



The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 02



Chapter Two – Penny Surrenders Her Body

Penny awoke to her alarm at five thirty. She puzzled for a moment, trying to remember when she had set it and why she had set that particular time. Finally, she gave up and simply accepted it, and she rose and stretched languorously, looking out the window toward the sun peeking at her from between the houses on the opposite side of the street.

There was no other movement in the house, so she felt that she had time to spend in the bathroom at the end of the hall (one of two on this floor). She took her makeup case with her, and started running a bath. Usually, she did not spend long in the mornings to improve her appearance, but now she put her razor to work, until her legs and underarms were smooth. For the first time, not really understanding why, she spent time "down there," trimming and shaving, until her pubic patch was almost nonexistent. She soaked in the tub, thinking (oddly) of nothing at all, until her skin began to wrinkle; then she used the last of the body lotion she owned, loving the feel of it on her skin. Back in her room, she spent more long minutes in front of a mirror, feeling strangely feminine and actually pretty. She would have to wear the same dress, but it was still relatively fresh. Thanks to the free night in the hotel, she thought that she might be able to spend enough at the second-hand store to buy a skirt and a couple blouses that would satisfy her strict boss' sense of propriety.

When she got to the office, the only one there was the night dispatcher, who seemed surprised to see anyone before eight o'clock. She busied herself with chores, filing more of the moving-violation warrants (her first in-office duty from the previous day). At seven-thirty, she dumped the old pot of coffee and started a new one, and ... guessing that the sheriff was as punctual as he was bureaucratic, she had his cup cleaned, filled and ready as he walked in the door.

He was clearly taken aback and for once, he was seemingly speechless. She pretended not to notice his lingering leer (if those years of waitressing had taught her anything, it was how to do that). She found herself blushing ... but not so much at how he stared at her, as the fact that HE blushed when he realized he was doing it. She found that his discomfort somehow removed him from the category "pervert," and placed him into the category "kind of cute," instead.

"Holy Christ, Penny," he exclaimed after taking a sip. "This is the first time I've ever had FRESH coffee in the morning! Did you make this? I didn't think you knew how to fix coffee."

"If it's at the Mid-City Diner in Fort Worth," she answered, "I know how to fix it. I know how to fix coffee, and I know how to fix chicken-fried steak with cream gravy, and I know how to fix a Wurlitzer juke box when the dollar bills get all wadded up behind the coin return gizmo." She smiled at his expression and turned to leave.

"Wait!" he ordered firmly. "Did you go to see Madam Dormir yesterday? I expect a report!"

She smiled and returned to sit in the chair at one side of his desk. Instinctively, she sat upright, her knees together with her hands resting on them. She found that for some reason, she kept her eyes lowered, except when she needed to use them for emphasis, and couldn't help but think, in the back of her mind, that this gave him the opportunity to look at her breasts ... at her figure. The idea made her face feel warm. "What do you want to know?" she asked quietly.

He cleared his throat. "What did you see? What did you do? What did SHE do?"

"She hypnotized me," Penny answered simply, giving a little shrug without looking up.

She heard him swallow. He coughed again. "She did what?" When she didn't answer immediately, he asked: "Why did you let her DO that?"

She sighed. "I didn't really have much of a choice. Before I knew what was happening, she was doing it ... and I was falling asleep. I ... I've never felt like that before. I've never slept so deeply ... so totally and completely. I'm not sure, but I think that if she walked into this room right now and told me to go to sleep, I'd do it. I don't think I'd be able to resist."

He wiped the palms of his hands on the sides of his trouser legs. "Do you think she's ... um ... controlling you in some way?"

She thought for a moment. "I don't know. I think maybe she is."

He was silent for a long moment. "Do you ... do you trust her?"

That made her look up into his eyes. "Oh, yes!" She thought that she was being too emphatic, but she felt that he needed to understand this. "Sir, she said some really strange things, but ... but she's a GOOD woman ... a good PERSON! I don't think she could ever ... um ... ever ...." She was suddenly confused. "What is it that you think she's done that's against the law? What is she informing you about? Why do you want to see her this morning?"

He ignored her. "What 'strange things' did she say?"

Once again, Penny found that she couldn't meet his eyes. "She ... she seemed to know all about me. ALL about me. She knew about my grades in the academy. She knew how I felt ... how I feel ... what I want ... the type of person I am. Everything! She knew everything about me! She told me that SHE was responsible for me being here! That SHE was the person who brought me here from Fort Worth!"

"Aw, Penny, don't be ridiculous! She had nothing at all to do with you being hired. I needed another deputy, and I hired you. Period."

"But why did you pick ME? I mean, if you'd checked my record, I can't see how you could possibly choose me over all the applicants from all the police schools in the state!"

Now, HE was the one who couldn't seem to make eye contact. "Well ...." He cleared his throat again. She was beginning to find that she could interpret the meanings of his various coughs: discomfort, insecurity, stall tactic, guilt. "To tell you the truth, the county board of directors suggested that I hire a woman for the job. It didn't matter to me, really. But ... well ... there are two women on the board, and somehow, they came up with your name. I just needed a deputy, and they hold the purse strings. But THEY came up with your name ... not Madam Dormir."

Penny nodded. It was true. Madam was telling the truth. Madam never lied.

He frowned, seeing that she didn't believe him. "And just why did she say she wanted you to come here to Rising Rapids? Why would SHE pick you?"

She gave him a little shrug. "You're not going to believe it, but she claimed that I was somehow going to save the world or something. Or save Rising Rapids, anyway. She made me sound like Wonder Woman. But ... but, at the same time, she told me that it was in my nature to be submissive and meek and dependent on others." Penny sighed. "I know it all sounds like she's some crazy woman ... but I BELIEVE her, Sheriff. I TRUST her. She's just a really nice lady. I don't think she would ever do ANYTHING wrong!"

She stole a peek at him, and she was shocked at his expression. That look he was giving her told her that he cared about her ... that he was concerned about her ... that he was worried about her. He sighed. "Penny, Madam Dormir sells dope."

The statement seemed to knock the breath out of her. She blinked at him, uncomprehending for a moment. "I ... I don't believe it."

He kept giving her that concerned look. "What time did you leave her yesterday?"

She frowned, feeling she wasn't keeping up with the conversation. "Um ... I got back about eight o'clock."

He nodded. "So you were with her for four hours?" He waited until she was forced to nod. "And for four hours work, you paid her twenty dollars?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh! I forgot to give her the twenty dollars!"

"How do you think she makes her living, Penny? She doesn't charge anything when you go to visit her. She sells drugs. THAT's how she makes her money. It's no secret ... everybody in town knows it." He handed her a handkerchief. It was the first that she'd noticed she was crying.

She dabbed at her eyes. "Why .... I mean, if you know about it ...?"

He shrugged. "She never sells anything except marijuana, and even then, only in very small quantities. She has all these little rules for her customers ... don't drive if you smoke one ... that sort of thing. And she refuses to sell to the type of guy that gets nasty when he's high. In fact, like I said yesterday, most of her clients are women." He shrugged again. "Hell, she sold me MY first joint when I graduated from high school. But she's been here forever. She's just part of the town ... part of its people." 

"I ... I want to talk to her. I want to hear her side of it."

"No," he said firmly. "I don't want you to see her again ... at least, not until after I've had a chance to talk to her about this other thing."

"What thing?" she implored.

"I'll tell you about it later. But not now ... not today. I have to keep it secret ... sorry." He thought in silence for a long minute. "I need to ask her about all this 'save the world' stuff, too. That's ... that's just plumb loco. She's never struck me as the crazy type."

"Can I be here when you talk to her?"

"Definitely not. Like I said, I need to keep this absolutely hush-hush. I'll brief you in a couple days. In the meantime, I don't want you mentioning anything about her to anyone. Period. Got it?"

Penny nodded, rose from her chair and handed the moist handkerchief back to him. "Yes, sir. I understand." Without another word, she turned and left his office.

She worried over the problem of Madam Dormir for the next hour while she was filing the warrants for the moving violations. It was slow work ... tedious work, but she didn't mind. It was work, after all. Every few minutes, she found herself checking the clock on the wall, which should have been odd. She'd never been a clock-watcher. She'd always worked at a task until it was done, never really caring about break time or quitting time ... or time in general. For no particular reason, she rose from her desk at precisely nine-fifteen and went back to his office, knocking gently as she walked in.

"Get you a cup of coffee, Chief?" she asked innocently.

He smiled, nodded and handed her his cup, though he let his eyes slide over her body as he did so. She smiled, too, and blushed a little, but didn't object. She poured the coffee from the large pot, then took the full cup to her desk, along with a small plastic container of cream and a packet of sugar. She poured in the cream, then she poured in the sugar, then she fished out a small glass vial from her purse. She uncorked the vial, poured in the clear liquid, replaced the cork, and put the empty glass container back into her purse again. She stopped at the coffee pot long enough to stir the hot brew with a spoon, then she took the cup back to her boss. He tasted it, thanked her, and they both went back to their individual tasks.

She was surprised to suddenly see Madam Dormir standing beside her desk. The clock on the wall showed that it was nine-twenty-eight. "Madam," Penny said, startled. "What are you doing back here? I thought you were supposed to talk to the sheriff." Madam's bright smile was contagious. She was startled, however, when the woman picked up Penny's big cloth purse and began rummaging around in it. "You ... you shouldn't be doing that, Madam. OH! Please be careful of the gun. It's loaded. What are you looking for?" 

"Just this, dear," Madam replied, taking a small, empty glass vial from the purse.

Penny blinked, confused. "What ... what IS that? How did it get in my purse?"

Madam smiled gaily and dropped the vial in her own handbag. "It's nothing at all, my dear. I must have dropped it in your purse accidently yesterday." Penny frowned, confused. "Dear, I want you to just forget all about that, alright?" She put a finger under Penny's chin and lifted her face until their eyes met. "It's of no importance. Just forget about it."

Penny felt suddenly dizzy. Closing her eyes seemed to help a little, but when she opened them again, she'd lost her train of thought. "Madam, do you sell marijuana?"

The woman frowned a little. "Well, yes, dear. I didn't think you were the type that would like it. Do you want some?"

Penny paled. "NO! I mean ... No, of course not. I ... I didn't know ... um ... that you sold ... um ...."

Madam smiled again. "Well, you're still new here, but everybody in town knows. And now, you do, too. Just let me know if you change your mind." And she turned and walked toward the sheriff's inner office.

Penny wasn't sure how to take all of this. She felt oddly disconnected, as if she should be doing something ... or worrying about something ... but couldn't quite remember what that something was. Slowly, she got back into the routine of her paperwork task, but again, she found herself checking the clock every minute or two, as if she was anxiously waiting for the proper time of some important task. At precisely nine-forty-five, she rose and walked swiftly to the door of the sheriff's office.

"He's in an important meeting," Bea told her. "He doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, I know," Penny responded. "He's with Madam Dormir. He wanted me to go in and give him some information while she was there."

"Well ... he could have told ME about it!" Bea groused. "Go on in. I'll make sure no one ELSE disturbs him."

Penny nodded, tapped lightly on the door, opened it and went in. She turned as she entered, giving her attention to the task of closing the door quietly. Something was tickling at the edge of her consciousness. This WAS what he had told her to do ... wasn't it? She frowned, uncertain. Well ... she was here now. If this wasn't what he wanted, he'd just tell her to leave, that's all. She turned toward the sheriff's big desk. And she froze in amazement.

The sheriff sat, sprawled in his chair, his arms hanging at his sides. His eyes were closed, and his head was leaning comfortably against Madam's ample breasts, her arms wrapped protectively around his head. He was drooling a little on her blouse. She was stroking his hair with her fingertips, and she was droning: "Deeper and deeper, now. That's it. You feel SO good ... and comfortable ... and relaxed. Go deeper for me. Deeper and deeper."

Penny took a step toward them. "No," she said aloud ... though for some reason, she was keeping her voice low, as if not to awaken him. "Madam, you mustn't! Not to HIM!"

Madam Dormir looked up at her and nodded, as if she fully expected to see her here, but a bemused little smile flitted across her lips. She pointed directly at her, and Penny halted suddenly, as if that pointing finger was an order that could not be refuted. "Stay right there, dear. Don't move. I'll be with you in just a moment. I'm running a few minutes behind, but he's coming along nicely now." Then she put her lips near the sheriff's ear and continued her mantra about going deeper.

Penny's mind was in utter turmoil. She desperately wanted to stop Madam, but she was somehow incapable of either movement or speech. As she watched, she finally recalled what the sheriff had told her earlier ... that she should NOT come into the office. Why had she forgotten that? But now, it was certainly a lucky thing that she had. Now, she could stop Madam from hypnotizing her boss ... stop her from controlling him. If only ... if only she could move.

Gently, Madam lowered the sheriff's sleeping head to the surface of the big desk, turning it so that his cheek was resting on its surface. He was mumbling something, and Penny had to concentrate hard to understand. He was counting ... softly counting: "... thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen ...."

"That's right, Joe. Deeper with each number. Keep counting. Deeper and deeper." Madam Dormir was coming around the desk now, walking up to her, smiling at her. "Very good, my dear. You are doing SO well."

Penny felt very confused. Madam's praise made her heart happy ... made her stomach flutter in a most pleasant way. But something was ... wrong. "Madam, PLEASE don't hypnotize him! Not HIM! Take me, instead! You can have me ... you can make me do things ... make me do ANYTHING! But please, please not him!"

Madam smiled with utter mirth and pleasure. "My, my, dear. This IS something. I haven't given you any suggestions at all concerning Joe, and you've gone and fallen in love with him all on your own!"

Penny blinked. "No ... I ... I just want you to ...."

"I'm sorry, dear," interrupted Madam, "but I'm very short on time, and there's SO much to do. I want you to look into my eyes, please dear. Directly into my eyes. That's it. Now get sleepy for me, please."

Penny's eyes suddenly became so heavy she could hardly keep them open. "No ... no, Madam. We need to talk about the sheriff! You ... you can't ...."

"No thoughts, now, dear. Look in my eyes, and just let all your thoughts slip away ... slip away ...."

"But ... but, the sheriff ...."

"Look in my eyes ... let your thoughts slip away. No thoughts now. You have no thoughts at all." She paused, and fleetingly, Penny imagined that there was something that needed to be done. But ... what was it? Madam would know. Madam knew everything. "What are you thinking about, dear?"

"Nothing, Madam."

"Very good, dear; very good. And now that you have no thoughts, we will fill your head with sleep, instead. You are very sleepy, aren't you, dear?"

"Yes, Madam. Please ... please make me sleep now."

"Very well, dear. Close your eyes and sleep. Now."

Penny found herself sinking down, down, down into a wonderfully sound sleep. She didn't know how long it lasted, but something nagged inside her mind. Something wasn't right. There was someone who needed her. She had to fix something ... or at least, she had to try. She wanted to sleep, but instead, she forced her eyes open.

She made a little noise, deep in her throat. This wasn't right at all. She was naked. Absolutely, totally, stark naked ... and she was standing in the center of the room, her hands at her sides, her feet far enough apart that her pussy was clearly visible. And behind the desk, the sheriff was leering at her with undisguised lust in his eyes. Madam stood beside him, bent slightly at the waist, so that her lips were next to his ear, and she was talking quietly to him, pouring words of passion and desire into his fertile mind.

"This is wrong," Penny said quietly.

Startled, Madam glanced up at her, but her initial look of shock was gradually replaced with one of amazed delight. She straightened and walked around the desk to her, beaming. "Oh, my. You really HAVE got it bad, my dear. You want to protect him. You would do anything for him, wouldn't you?"

Penny blinked and tried to understand. Once again, she couldn't seem to move, couldn't even raise her arms to shield her incredibly stiff nipples from the view of the ogling sheriff. She took a shuddering breath. "Yes," she answered quietly. "I'd do anything for him." The most surprising thing about that statement was that it was undeniably true.

"If you want to protect him, my dear, then you must do as I say. You DO want to protect him, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Will you do as I say?"

She hesitated. "Yes."

"You are dreaming, my dear."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "I am?"

"Yes, dear. You are deeply hypnotized. You are asleep, and you are dreaming. This is all a dream. It's very ... erotic ... isn't it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Joe wants to see you in deep hypnosis again. It really turns him on to know that you are helplessly in someone else's power. See how much he wants you?"

"Yes."

"Then, if you want to please him, let sleep come again. You are asleep, and this is a dream; and in your dream, you are sleepy ... sleepy. So sleepy. That's it, my dear. You won't fall ... you'll remain standing just like that as you sleep. Sleep, dear. Sleep."




The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 02



She was especially deep now. It took a long time to come back from sleep that deep, and she had to struggle to do it. Finally, she opened her eyes.

Madam and the sheriff were standing over her, looking down at her as she slowly awoke. She was in the chair at the side of the sheriff's desk, and her mind was still muddled by sleep. She smiled up at them wanly, then frowned a little as she tried to hold onto a particularly strange and oddly pleasant dream ... but it flitted away, the way dreams always seem to do. "How ... how did I get here?" she asked them.

The sheriff cleared his throat, and in her mind, Penny was able to translate it as his "I'm concerned about you" cough, which made her blush slightly. "You came in while Madam Dormir and I were talking," he told her. "As long as you were here ... against my instructions, I might add ... I asked her to demonstrate how she can hypnotize you. She whispered something in your ear, and you collapsed into that chair, out like a light." He turned and looked sternly at the older woman. "I don't like knowing that you can do that to one of my deputies."

She patted his hand, placating him. "Don't worry your head about it, dear," she told him. "I'll only use it for therapeutic purposes." She picked up her purse and moved toward the door. "Thank you for listening to me, Joe. I know that you'll do the right thing."

And she was gone.

The sheriff stepped up to her chair and held out his hand to her. He cleared his throat, which she understood as the cough he made when he was looking at her cleavage and hoped she didn't look up and catch him in the act. Obediently, she didn't look up, but she reached out and took his proffered hand, allowing him to pull her into a standing position. This, however, put their bodies in closer proximity than they had ever been before. She blushed and kept her gaze low, feeling his strength and size so close to her diminutive form. His hand let go of hers and brushed lightly against her right breast as he moved it to his side, making him cough rather violently and step back abruptly from her.

She flushed, but didn't object. Finally, she said: "Sir, perhaps it would be best if I resigned."

"What!?" he barked, genuinely flustered. He raised his arms and let them flop helplessly back to his sides again. "You mean ... because I touched you? It was an accident ...."

She laughed out loud at that, then blushed even more. "Don't be silly! That's not why."

"Well then, what the hell ARE you talking about?"

She looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. "She made me come in here, somehow ... even when you'd ordered me not to. She can make me do things."

"You can simply resist her," he said.

"But I can't." She paused for emphasis. "I don't WANT to resist her. I LOVE it when I fall into a trance for her. I love it so much, that deep down inside, I KNOW I'd never be able to resist. Not ever." He didn't seem to be able to respond to that. "Sir, I'm a natural submissive. I know that now. I'm submissive, and meek, and obedient, and compliant and subservient. I could NEVER make a good cop ... no one with those traits ever could. I asked Madam Dormir ... I BEGGED her to make me more assertive. But she told me that would go against the nature of the person I really am." She sighed. "I'm afraid I'm going to get somebody hurt. If I ever had to fired that automatic in my purse, there's no telling WHAT I'd hit!"

He cleared his throat again ... and this time, she couldn't tell what it meant. "Are you busy tonight?" he asked.

"What?"

"I mean, can you stay after work?" He seemed flustered, and he didn't wait for her to answer. "Come back here, in my office, after five ... after everybody goes home. Let's talk about this then. I just can't deal with it right now."

"Yes, sir." And she turned and walked out.

She worked the rest of the morning on the warrants. She had to ask Bea about lunch periods, and was surprised when the answer was: just about anything she wanted. "Take an hour now ... hell, take two. I'll cover for you. Go out and walk around a little ... get to know people." And so, she decided to take the twenty dollars in her purse and go to the thrift store downtown, where she bought two black skirts in the "girls clothing" section, and actually found two petite blouses on another rack. (One had a small stain near the hemline, but she thought she could tuck it in to hide it.) She felt good about her purchases ... only three dollars each, so she still had eleven dollars left over from the twenty-three the sheriff had given her. She bought two bananas for lunch and decided to walk back to the boarding house to change into one of her "new" outfits.

The blouse she put on had the top button missing, but it didn't show if she gapped the neck a little, and it still hid her bra. She liked the look, and felt pretty when she examined herself in the mirror. She took the bananas down to the front porch and sat in the bench swing, watching the traffic on the street as she ate. June Freeland, the owner of the house, walked out and asked if she could join her for a little while, so they chatted about this and that. June proved to be rather proficient in the fine art of gossip.

"Can you tell me about Sheriff Rogers?" Penny asked, at last.

June smiled knowingly at that. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking about him. He's out-waited an awful lot of interested ladies ... but judging from the glances he was tossing your way yesterday, maybe he's finally met his match."

"Oh, no. It's nothing like that," Penny corrected.

June patted her on the hand. "Certainly, honey. I understand." She smiled again. "Joe was the youngest of five kids, but he's the only one left here, now. The other four, two brothers and two sisters, all scattered to the four winds, all in different states. They all left right after the tornado that killed their parents. That was ... oh, I guess it's been ten years ago, now. Joe was down in College Station, going to school, when it happened. He went through ROTC in school, and put in six years in the Army. Got out as a Captain. When he got back home, the little ranch where they all grew up ... well, it was in pretty bad shape by that time. Joe moved back in. Been fixing it up ever since.

"He got married right after he was elected sheriff. Samantha Hayes landed him like trout. We've never seen another woman like her around this town ... thank God. Joe ... he just wanted all the things most guys want, I guess: steady lovin', a home, kids. But Sam ... well, let's just say that woman was 'upwardly mobile.' She had her sights set high ... certainly higher than Rising Rapids. Just one year after she married Joe, she started an affair with Walt Saunders. He'd just been elected a state senator. Walt had a wife and three kids. Wrecked his marriage ... then his career in politics. Last I heard, Sam had dumped HIM for an airline pilot. The woman has left a trail of broken homes all over Texas.

"Joe never got over it. Oh, don't get me wrong ... he doesn't still love the witch. But he just won't even consider another relationship after what he went through. I don't think he's even been out on a date in a couple years. Not that there haven't been a lot of girls who've tried. Of course, that's the least of his worries right now."

"What do you mean?" Penny asked, startled.

"Well, despite being elected the youngest sheriff of Cavalcade County ... his father held the record before that ... it's beginning to look like he won't be reelected this fall. Have you ever heard of the Woodvane Corporation?" She paused as Penny shook her head. "Well, I can't say what all they do, but one of their subsidiaries wants to clear-cut parts of the Davy Crockett National Forest ... plans to sell pulp to the Chinese for processing overseas. Joe has blocked them at every turn ... sort of a one-man army ... that some folks say is impeding progress. Woodvane is a big company. They're lobbying congress to get past some environmental laws, and they've opened up some warehouses out on the highway ... hired a bunch of local people, finally bringing some money into the area. They've also backed a candidate to run against Joe ... Pete Weaver. Never really liked Pete, myself ... he always acted up in my class. Anyway, with all that money behind him, it's lookin' like Pete's going to get elected in November."

It was time for Penny to get back, she decided, so she bid her landlady farewell and headed toward the office. Something exciting was going on there ... but no one was really sure what it was. The sheriff had called one of his deputies who was on vacation and asked him to come back early. He'd given no explanation, and refused to discuss it, which only fueled the rumor-mill. Penny, upon hearing all this, was afraid that he was about to agree with her earlier suggestion that she be let go from the force ... and that her departure might leave the department shorthanded. She didn't pause to speculate with the others, but instead went to her desk and threw herself into the mundane task of sorting and filing ... and worrying about what was going to happen to her. She had no idea what she was going to do if she left the force. She had ten dollars in her purse, and she wasn't sure her credit card had enough left on it to buy her a bus ticket. She really had no reason to go back to Ft. Worth, anyway. She finally decided to stay here. She liked the small-town atmosphere and she liked the people. And, she desperately wanted to talk to Madam Dormir again.

She was suddenly shocked to realize that she was the only person in the room. The cubicles in the large squad room had short walls, but because of her height, she hadn't noticed that everyone had left. She set the remainder of the files she was working with on her desk and walked to the front of the office, dismayed to find that it was already six o'clock. She ran down to the hall to the sheriff's office, past Bea's empty desk, and she burst into his office without knocking.

"Sir! I'm SO sorry! I was filing warrants, and I didn't see the time."

He was at the hat rack, his hat already on, his hand reaching for his gun belt. She was standing in the middle of the room, breathing deeply after her run down the hallway, her arms at her sides, her feet slightly apart supporting her swaying body; and he was looking directly at her, staring at her; and she was thinking: I've been here before. I've been in this exact spot, in this exact pose, and he was looking at me, exactly as he's doing now.

He took off his hat and hung it up again, then walked slowly up to her. For some odd reason, she felt naked. She KNEW she was wearing clothes, but couldn't seem to be able to take her eyes off of him ... couldn't look down to confirm the fact that she was clothed. The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming. Her arms couldn't move ... SHE couldn't move, with the exception of her head, which tilted back and back so that she could look up into his eyes. She tried to tell him again how sorry she was to be late for her appointment ... she even moved her lips ... but no words came.

He put his hands on her ... holding her by the shoulders. "Are you okay, Penny?"

"Um ... y ... yes."

"Have you made a decision about staying?"

"Y ... yes. Yes, I want to stay."

"Good. I want you to stay. You're a good worker."

She blinked. He didn't understand, and she wasn't sure that she had the power to make him. "I ... I mean ... I want to stay in Rising Rapids. I like it here. But ... but ...."

Was his face getting nearer to hers, or was it just some sort of illusion? "You don't want to stay on the force?"

She felt weak. The way he was holding her, she realized that she could just let her knees relax, and he would simply support her. "I ... I ...." His face was getting closer, she was certain.

"Can I answer any questions for you? Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

She peered up at him with pleading eyes. "Are you going to kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Okay."

The kiss was nice. It went on for almost five seconds before her knees lost their strength. Grasping her upper arms, he lifted her up as if she was a child's toy, spun around and deposited her, sitting on the edge of huge oak desk, before finally breaking contact with his lips. She tried to follow them, seeking to reengage the link, then she looked up into his eyes, breathing deeply.

"You changed clothes," he told her.

She sought enough breath to answer. "I used the twenty dollars you gave me and bought this. Do you like it?"

"Would it be chauvinistic of me to suggest that I've been dreaming about unzipping that dress since the first time I saw you wearing it?"

Without smiling, she said: "Yes, it would. I'll try to wash it tonight and wear it tomorrow. Are you going to kiss me again?"

He kissed her again. She tried to raise her arms, but he was still holding them, so she just concentrated on their lips, startled a little when his tongue invaded her mouth. Her body felt like jelly, her mind like mush. Rational thought seemed impossible when he was doing this to her. There was a hollow place inside her, just below her stomach. She had felt that before ... hadn't she? Where? When? So much seemed familiar, and yet everything was new. She moaned into his mouth.

Finally, his big hands left her arms, and she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. Now ... now he could do whatever he wanted. He could touch her now. She thought his fingers were on her breasts ... or near them, anyway. What was he doing? Finally, it dawned on her. He was unbuttoning her blouse, starting, for some reason, with the middle one. His fingers were too thick, too large for the small plastic disks, and he was obviously having trouble. She didn't mind, as long as he kept kissing her. As if hearing her thoughts, he broke away.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

"I ... can't ... get ... these ... damned ... buttons ...."

She put her hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers again. It dawned on her that that might have been the most forceful thing she had ever done in her life. He didn't resist, but his fingers kept struggling with the buttons. She felt the topmost fastener freed, and his kneading fingers were now closer to her waist. He tugged, and something down there let go. There was a tiny "click" as a button bounced on the linoleum floor.

"Shit!"

"It's alright, sir. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Let go of me a moment so I can get your blouse off." Reluctantly, she lowered her arms while he shucked the garment off her shoulders and down her arms, then she reached up and wrapped them around his neck again. He continued: "You realize that you're the only one in the office that calls me 'sir.'" 

"Yes, sir." Penny gasped loudly as her bra suddenly loosened and hung limply on its shoulder straps. She refused, however, to let go of his neck. His hands began moving across her bare skin. When his calloused palms began massaging her breasts, she gave a small whimper and started trembling.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir. But I don't know what to do. I've never been with a man before. You need to tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do."

He stiffened. "You're a virgin?"

"No. I'm not. But ... but, I've never ...."

"I don't understand," he implored.

"Please. Please don't make me tell you now. Don't make me think about that. When you kiss me, I can't think about anything at all. Please, sir. Oh, please don't stop! If you stop now, I think I'll die!"

He captured her mouth with his again, and she let her mind whirl away on a cloud of lust and raw need. One of his palms was exploring her bare back, while the other found her right breast and started doing incredible things to it. When he squeezed it, she shivered uncontrollably. When he pinched the nipple, she shivered even harder. And when he began rolling it between his finger and thumb, she opened her mouth and gasped loudly into his.

"Ah! Oh, gosh! Ahhhh!"

He switched hands, and started giving her left breast equal time. His other hand began exploring the side of her skirt. He pulled ... tugged ... squeezed the fabric, until the metal catch finally sprang free and he pulled down the zip. Now, he was using both hands to tug the garment down her hips. She clung to him with her arms around his neck, lifting herself up off the surface of the desk, feeling the skirt to slide down and forward and off, and she kicked her feet a little, allowing it to fall to the floor. Something was caught on her left foot ... on her shoe ... but she ignored it. She lowered her butt again. "Oh, gosh!" Her panties seemed to be missing in action. Now, he reached up, grasped her wrists, and pulled them down long enough to get the bra free, and finally, she was naked, feeling very small and very helpless in his muscular arms, against his huge, strong body. He pushed against her even harder, as if he wanted something more, but she didn't know what it could be until he reached down and nudged the inside of one of her knees. Finally, she understood and opened her legs, allowing him to push between them.

She felt the roughness of his belt buckle, the harshness of the metal buttons on his uniform shirt, the chill hardness of his badge pressing against the front of her right shoulder. All these sensations only added to her sense of utter nakedness. Her shoes felt grotesquely out of place, and she wrapped her legs around his upper thighs and toed them off. He began making little grinding thrusts with his hips, and she felt his hardness through his pants against her lower stomach. He kissed her again, and she simply lost all awareness of time until their lips finally parted again.

She was breathing hard, her breasts flattening against his chest every time she inhaled. "Tell me what me to do, sir. Please. Tell me what you need."

"Touch me," he commanded.

And she immediately brought her hands back down from around his neck and began caressing his arms, his chest. He couldn't help but laugh, and she searched his eyes imploringly, not knowing what she was doing wrong. Finally, it dawned on her. "Oh," she said meekly, and snaked her hand between them to press the throbbing firmness that was trapped in his trousers. He wrapped an arm around her, buried his forehead against the side of her neck, and groaned. She had no idea what she was doing. There wasn't much she COULD do, so she just rubbed her palm up and down, pausing every now and then to gently dig her fingertips into the fabric of his pants, trying to grasp something, but with no luck. Finally, he pulled away, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and pulled everything down to his knees before stepping forward and resuming his place between her legs.

In those brief seconds, she hadn't been able to see anything. His shirttail hung down well below his waist, but now, her fingers found something. She gasped. Yes ... she'd certainly describe that as a "something," alright. He was holding her tightly again, but as she petted and stroked it, she desperately kept trying to look ... to peek down at what she held in her hand, until he finally relented and stepped back away so she could see. Penny was absolutely mesmerized by it ... its bulging pink head, the veins coursing down its length, its soft surface, its hard interior. She forced herself to close her gaping mouth and she looked up again into his hard brown eyes.

"Are you going to put it inside me?"

He was breathing hard. "I ... I really, really want to, yes."

She nodded. "Okay." She looked back down again. "How are we going to make it fit?" she asked in a soft, meek voice.

He chuckled, then groaned as she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

Immediately, she let go. "Did I hurt you?"

"God, no, Penny. Please do it again."




The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 02



She resumed testing this and that with her hand. But now, HIS hand was inching its way downward, and when he found her open sex, he began doing things that made her body jump and buck against his fingers. "OH! Oh gosh! I ... OH GOSH!"

"You're very wet, Penny," he breathed in her ear, making her shiver violently.

"I ... Oh gosh! I ... I can't help it, sir. Oh gosh!"

His body shook again as well, as Penny stroked him up and down. "That's how we're going to get it in," he explained. "It's very wet and slippery. It's going to go in okay." He gasped again as her hand began exploring his balls. "Put it in, Penny. Put it in now."

She searched his eyes. "Now?"

"Yes. I need you. I need you now."

She tried to look back down at it, but he was pressing his body into hers again. He had brought his hand away from her sex, and now he was grasping both of her buttocks. "I ... I think it's pointing the wrong way," she said.

He took a ragged breath. "Bend it down until it's lined up. Then put it in."

She was shaking, but she tried hard to comply. It throbbed as she moved it down, but it DID seem to be elastic enough to get into position. She felt it against her moist opening. "It's too big," she breathed. Then: "OH GOSH!" as he began pulling her with both hands on her butt. "OH GOSH!"

"Let go now, Penny," he urged. But she only repeated her exclamation and kept her hand wrapped firmly around the mid-section of his cock. "Let go, Penny."

"OH GOSH!"

He decided to try something different. "I want you to put your arms around my neck and hold me." Immediately, she did as he'd ordered. Slowly, firmly, relentlessly, he began pulling her onto his shaft.

"Ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh ...."

He was in now ... all the way in. He kept one hand on her upper butt, holding her in place, while his other hand stroked her back, remaining like this for a long minute. Finally, he reached up and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, and when she raised her eyes to his, he bent down and kissed her very gently for many long seconds.

"We ... we're doing it, aren't we?" she asked meekly.

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Yes. Oh, yes, we are."

"I'm ... my body ... it's soooo full! I can feel you pressing against the bottom of my tummy."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. Yes. A little. But please ... Oh, please don't stop." She took a deep, ragged breath. "Please tell me what to do. Please?"

"Let me help you lay back on the desk. Lie down for me, okay? I want to touch you. I want to see you."

"Okay."

She allowed herself to be limp in his arms as he lowered her backward until her head touched the wooden surface of the desk. He straightened up then, looking down at her naked breasts. He could see where their bodies were joined, but in this position, she could not. Again, she felt that she had no control ... no power over what was happening to her body. As he straightened, his cock applied pressure to something inside her, and her eyes rolled back as she shuddered and groaned. Now, his hands were on her ... on her breasts ... tweaking both nipples simultaneously ... kneading ... stroking ... petting ... touching. And now, one hand was squeezing, squeezing, squeezing her breast, while the fingers of the other hand were rubbing her little button at the top of her slit ... rubbing hard. And his cock was pulling out of her, then driving back in.

And her whole body exploded.

She pulled herself up toward him, then flopped back down so that the back of her head hit hard on the desk. She saw stars. Her fingers were on his arms, clutching. Her insides were clenching rhythmically around his cock. Her legs had wrapped themselves, of their own accord, around his waist, and her heels were urging him deeper into her body. She was shaking uncontrollably. It was the cramps in her toes that seemed to make her mind start moving forward again, and she tried to will herself to open her eyes and figure out what had happened.

The first thing she noticed were the bloody scratches on his arms where she had clutched him. "Oh my gosh, what have I done?" she asked, looking up at him.

But he seemed completely oblivious to the gouges on his arms. Slowly, he pulled most of the way out of her, then pushed back in again. She suppressed a groan. He did it again. "Penny," he said between clenched teeth. "It's been a long time since I've ... since I've ...."

She clenched her stomach muscles and sat up, so that her nude body was pressed against him. "Yes sir, I know."

He began pumping hard now. In, out, in, out, in, out. "I'm going to ... I'm going to ...."

She wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulled their faces together, and put her lips next to his ear. "Let go, now. Let go and fill me. Fill me up. Do it. Do it to me. Fill me up ...."

He raised his face toward the ceiling and bellowed like an angry bear. Inside her, his cock swelled to such proportions that Penny, too, moaned loudly, and she felt him begin to pulse, throbbing – throbbing – throbbing. His whole body quaked, and she clutched him. And when he lowered his head again, she resumed her whispered pleas. "Oh yes. Just let it all go. You feel so good inside me. Just let go."

Finally, he stopped shaking and he relaxed in her arms. They stayed like that, silent, holding each other, for many minutes. Eventually he cleared his throat with his "I don't really want to, but I guess we'd better get going" cough, so she released him and he moved back away from her, stumbling over one of her shoes in the process.

Shy now, she covered her naked breasts and blushed. "I believe you managed to seduce me, sir" she told him. He looked up at her, suddenly concerned, but she smiled. "Do you intend to seduce me again immediately, or should I get dressed now?"

He smiled, too. "I'm famished. Let's go out to dinner."

She looked down, flushing. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

He grinned. "I'm simply treating my deputy to dinner."

She sighed happily. "Yes, sir."

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To Be Continued



The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 03



Chapter Three – Penny Surrenders Her Soul

"So, how does our diner stack up against the one in Ft. Worth?" he asked her. He was eating fish and chips. Penny was sitting across from him in the booth eating a cobb salad.

"Oh, it's much nicer. The cook hasn't had to come out and threaten an unruly patron once since we've arrived." They ate in silence for awhile, then she leaned across the table, obviously wanting to tell him something in private. He leaned forward, too, their heads almost touching. "Do you think the night dispatcher knew what we were doing?" she whispered.

He kept his voice low, too. "Without a doubt. You were ... shall we say ... verbose?"

She looked down and blushed crimson. "I ... I couldn't help it. I wasn't thinking."

"We were both well beyond the 'thinking' stage. Ron, the deputy on duty ... well, his wife ranks about a nine-point-five on the 'Gossip Scale,' so my guess is that everybody in town already knows about it."

Penny gasped. "Do you think so?"

"Yes. And do you know what else?" He waited until she gave him a wide-eyed shake of her head. Their noses were practically touching. "Right now, we are confirming that rumor to everyone here."

She sat back and snapped her head around toward the dining room. At least half of the people were staring right at them. She closed her eyes. "Oh, no," she groaned.

They ate quietly from that point on. The sheriff rose when he was sure that she was through, carefully left exactly 20% of the tab on the table for a tip, then he helped her out of the booth. As he did so, he put his lips next to her ear and said, "I'm going to take you home with me, deputy. I want you in my bed tonight." She couldn't suppress a shiver. She stood meekly beside him as he paid at the register. People were still staring at her, whispering back and forth among themselves, and she couldn't stop blushing and averting her eyes downward. At last, he was through and she followed him out the door to his truck.

"I ... I need another blouse," she told him quietly. "This one is missing two buttons."

He nodded and drove the three blocks to her boarding house. June Freeland met them at the front door. "Good evening, June," the sheriff said cordially, taking off his hat. "I'm going to need Penny for ... um ... an assignment tonight. I wanted you to know that she wouldn't be coming home."

June nodded. "Assignment, Joe? Can't you come up with something better than that?"

He shuffled his feet. "Why, Ms. Freeland ... I don't know what you mean."

June set her mouth into knowing scowl and nodded. She took Penny by the hand. "Come along, dear. I'll help you pack your toothbrush."

Penny could do nothing but follow along. She was mortified. When they were in her room, she finally got up the courage to mutter: "My gosh. Everybody knows. It just happened, and everybody knows."

June threw back her head and laughed out loud. Then, seeing that she wasn't helping Penny's peace of mind any, she simply smiled and patted her on the arm. "Don't fret, honey. Everybody's happy for you. And they're especially happy for HIM. You're good for him. We can all see that. Now, how long do you think you'll be stayin' with him?" She tossed the smaller of the two suitcases on the bed and began folding Penny's clothes.

The sheriff lived about ten minutes away, north of town in the woods. Penny sat silently in the passenger seat of the pickup. "I want you to tell me why you said what you did, back in the office," he ordered. "You told me that you'd never been with a man, but that you weren't a virgin."

She glanced at him in the growing dusk and sighed. "I've never talked about this with anyone," she said quietly. She took another breath, trying to compose herself. "It was a year and a half ago. In fact, it was the first and last time I wore that dress I have ... before now. Bernardo ... the chef at the café ... he hired a lot of waitresses. It took two of us to handle the place. I was always there, but there were an awful lot of girls who came and went. One of them ... Sandra ... she was pretty wild, I guess. She kept trying to get me to go out with her. Shopping, to the movies, out on double-dates ... that sort of thing. Finally, I just gave up and said okay. We both had a Saturday night off because the café was closed. They'd found some sort of bugs, and the place had to be fumigated, or something. Anyway, we bought new dresses, and then she insisted on taking me to a party at some fraternity. But it wasn't at the college, it was somewhere else ... at someone's house down south of the city.

"It was a pretty wild affair. There were a lot of guys there, but I was used to dealing with guys that were hitting on me. It happened all the time in the restaurant. There were lots of drugs and alcohol, but I just refused everything. Sandra disappeared with a guy she obviously knew, and I never saw her again. One of the guys got me a bottle of water, and I drank that. It must have been already opened when he handed it to me, but I couldn't testify to that. The guys seemed nice. Really. I remember I started feeling sick ... dizzy, and I remember they all acted concerned and tried to help me. And ... that's all. That's all I remember. I don't remember individual faces. I don't remember what happened. I don't remember ANYTHING. The next memory I have, I was sitting at my kitchen table at home, and I was drinking orange juice. It was about ten in the morning, and Mom was still passed out in her bed. I felt really grimy and I just wanted to take a bath. I can remember feeling something dried and sticky all over me ... on my legs, on my arms, on my face. I felt ... contaminated. I lost track of everything again after that. Suddenly, I was in the bathtub, and the water was cold. I ran some hot to warm it up and I started taking stock of myself. I was really, really sore between my legs, and when I dried myself with a towel, I found out that I was bleeding a little. My panties were ripped, and absolutely soaked with slimy white stuff that was starting to dry along the waistband. That dress, though ... that dress was still perfect. Whoever did that to me ... and from the amount of ... stuff in my panties ... there must have been several of them ... they'd obviously taken the dress off first. My wallet was open in my purse, but nothing was missing. That must be how they knew my address."

"And, of course, you didn't file charges," he said bitterly.

"I didn't KNOW anything! Sandra never came to work again ... not even to pick up her pay for the week. She drove that night, and I don't know where that house was ... or even what it looked like. It was dark. I can't remember the name of the fraternity ... or even if it really WAS a fraternity. I had washed all the evidence off my body ... I think I must have spent more than an hour in that bathtub. I have no memories ... and even those that I can still put together are all fuzzy. It was the perfect crime." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "And I was the perfect victim. That's one of the reasons I wanted to go into law enforcement ... to help other girls who might have gone through that sort of thing."

By this time, they had turned off the main road and traveled down a long dirt driveway. Penny was grateful for the distraction, and she could just make out the long, single story ranch house as they broke into a clearing in the woods. "This is nice," she told him.

"I was raised here," he said. "Part of the house ... on the right, over there ... it's been rebuilt. There was a twister that tore it up ...."

"The one that killed your parents."

He sighed. "Yes. The storm shelter is over there, but they never made it. It left the main part of the structure intact, though. Even the furniture, and pictures on the walls. Tornados are freaky things. I've been working on rebuilding the place for a long time, now."

He parked in front of the main door and went around to help her out. Then, he grabbed her small suitcase and led the way inside, across a foyer and into a living room. She was glancing all around when he scooped her up in his arms and twirled her about like a doll. She shrieked with laughter, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "So ... you see ... that special memory that every woman has ... I never did. Not until now. You're my first, sir."

"And here's the first thing to remember, starting tonight," he said, smiling. "If you ever call me 'sir' again, I'm going to have to severely punish you."

She kissed him again. "Mmmm. That might be ... nice."

He laughed, shaking his head. He set her on her feet again, gently wrenched her arms free of his neck, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Apparently, he'd gotten the hang of it, because in no time at all, she was bare from the waist up. She stood meekly before him, letting him drink in the sight of her. She was shaking slightly. "Perfect," he said. "Absolutely perfect."

"They're too small," she told him, blushing.

"YOU are small, dear lady. THEY are perfect." He undid the skirt and held onto her as she stepped out of it. "No ... come to think of it, while you may be small, YOU are perfect, too. Repeat after me: I am perfect."

She laughed again. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed like this. But she fell silent, shocked, as he fell to his knees in front of her and slid her panties down over her hips. "Oh gosh, sir!" she exclaimed as he leaned forward and started kissing her bare belly. "I ... I mean ... Joe, sir. Oh gosh! I ... I don't think I can call you tha .... OH GOSH!" He was licking her, closer and closer to her pussy. She put a hand on his broad shoulder as he picked up one of her feet and slid her shoe off, followed by the panties. She almost stumbled, but he supported her until she was completely nude. Then he stood and unbuckled his gun belt and held it out to her.

"Put this over there on the wall rack," he ordered. He released it as soon as she took it in her hands, and she almost dropped it. It was heavy. She'd forgotten how big the Colt revolver was. Quickly, she padded over to the wall hangers and slung the belt over one of the hooks. It was odd how doing his bidding while she was naked seemed to emphasize her accepted level of obedience. It thrilled her.

When she turned back toward him, his shirt was gone, and he was using a boot tree to get his cowboy boots off. By the time she had walked back to him his pants were on the floor, and he was pulling down his underwear. Awed by him, she put the palm of her hand on the center of his hairy chest and felt his muscles there. His cock was thickening, but not yet erect, and she took her other hand and trailed the tips of her fingernails downward, across his stomach, onto his manhood. Now he was swelling magnificently, and she couldn't help but tremble. "I can't believe I can get this thing inside me," she marveled.

In the blink of an eye, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her effortlessly down a hallway. She buried her face into the side of his neck and held him, her eyes closed, not knowing or caring where he was taking her, or even the direction they were going. She finally felt herself being lowered onto a bed. She didn't let go or open her eyes. "Joe ...." She paused and considered the way the word felt on her lips. "Joe, we should talk. I should tell you something."

"No," he told her. He kissed her then, long and hard. When he finally pulled away from her, she was gasping. "No more talk," he told her firmly. "No more words. I'm going to take you again. I'm going to take you now."

She nodded. "Yes. Alright."

He began sucking on her nipples. He was much too large and heavy for her to push around, but if she tried hard and persisted long enough, she found that she could twist her body so that he could continue suckling, but now she could reach his erection. She stroked it, squeezed it, pumped it as far as her hand would allow. She found his scrotum, and was delighted when he moaned loudly around her breast. He, on the other hand, seemed to be able to reach any part of her body that he chose to touch, and his thick, hard finger started tracing circles around her clit caused her to strain and buck against the contact. She felt herself building toward another explosion, but before she could attain it, he was moving her, positioning her body beneath him. She knew what he wanted, and tried to squirm her buttocks while pulling on his cock until he was in the proper position to enter her.

As he began pushing into her body, she ... for the very first time in her life ... discovered what it was like to be completely helpless in the arms of a lover. His strength was overpowering, his weight overwhelming. He slowly, steadily pushed into her. She could tell that he was trying to be gentle with her, trying to be considerate. But it really didn't matter, physically. She loved him more because of it, but she was utterly and completely powerless. His weight crushed her into the softness of the mattress. The rhythm of his strokes, slow and purposeful at first, became more and more urgent, more forceful, more lost to passion. Finally, he was pounding into her, and she was small and feeble and vulnerable, completely defenseless in his arms.

It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

His cock swelled, and she felt him begin to throb, deep inside her womb. She felt his seed fill her, overfill her, splash against her inner thighs and leak onto the bed beneath her. He thrust one last time, and he hit something, far up inside her, so that she shivered and cried out. It was nowhere near as intense as it had been that afternoon, and yet, it was somehow better. Feeling trapped like this, surrendering to him completely like this ... this was the best. This was perfect.

After a long two or three minutes, he pulled out of her and rolled off of her body. He reached for something, and she found a fistful of tissues in her hand, which she used to wipe up the effluence oozing out of her and puddling beneath her. But as soon as he thought she was finished, he pulled her over onto him, so that she was nuzzling into the crook of his arm as he lay on his back, his breathing hard, but slowing. His arm was around her, and somehow, he had been able to pull a sheet over them both. She felt ... safe ... protected. This was where she belonged. She thought that he might discard her tomorrow. He might use her as a one-night-stand and throw her away, like that wad of tissues ... a receptacle for his pleasure and nothing more. But at least for one night, she was happy ... fulfilled ... complete. At least for tonight, she was where she wanted to be.

She listened to the sound of his heart for what seemed an eternity. And then she slept.

.........................

She awoke early and stared at him for a long, long time. Then, she arose and found a bathroom, where she showered, primped in front a mirror for awhile, and dressed. She woke him up at seven o'clock, laughing and dodging his arms as he reached for her, calling him lazy and telling him to get up. She asked how he liked his eggs, and she beamed when he told her they were just right, as were the biscuits and the coffee and the bacon she had found in the refrigerator.

The rumors would only get worse, of course, if they arrived at the office together, but he didn't seem to care about that. She, however, hadn't gotten used to the idea of being the topic of sexual rumor and speculation, and she found herself blushing and stammering several times during the day ... especially when Bea caught her during a private moment and asked: "For God sake, Penny, what was he like?"

During the afternoon, he had called her into the office for a "private meeting," then he had coaxed her out of all her clothes, bent her over the desk, and entered her from behind. Sex was still very new to her, and the various positions were things she had never even thought about. This one, in particular, had him pushing deeper into her than he ever had before; and while she had been unable to touch him in any way, he could touch and squeeze and pinch and rub every exposed inch of HER body. Her orgasm had been shattering, and she had cried out, in spite of herself. Surely, Bea had been able to hear her ... and possibly ever person in the building. She couldn't meet anyone's eyes after that. And yet, she found the humiliation somehow oddly stimulating. She wasn't just being sexually used ... she was being sexually OWNED. She pondered this, back at her desk, and decided that it was not only true, it was actually exhilarating. Had she really become that perverted?

When Joe wasn't copulating with her, he was busy planning ... something. He spent two hours with his chief deputy, whom he had called in off vacation. Bea had confided in Penny (during one of the times she was fishing for specific details of her sexual trysts) that Joe had gone out and bought a new cell phone, and instead of having HER dial numbers and getting other parties on the line, he was doing everything himself. She was bitter that he didn't trust her enough to include her in his plans ... whatever they were. But Penny understood, at least to some extent. There seemed to be no secrets in this town, and there was little doubt in her mind that if Bea had known whatever THIS secret was, she would have started the gossip on its way down the road toward total disclosure.

Near five o'clock, she knocked on his door and went into his office. "Will you be ... um ... needing me anymore today, sir?" she asked.

He had been engrossed with some paperwork, but he laughed at her, rose and came around the desk. He caught her up in his arms and kissed her so hard that she lost her breath, and she almost stumbled when he let her go. "Yes, deputy. I'd like you to go to the market next door for me, please. Carl, the owner, should be working the meat counter in the back. This is the one day of the week I eat steak. Have him pick out a good one for me. I should be done here by the time you get back."

Carl, as it turned out, had the steak ready for her. ("Ah! You must be Penny. I cut the rib eye a little large. Hope it's enough for the two of you. Here's a bottle of the Cabernet he likes ... he'll be happy you picked it up for him. No, we don't take credit cards, but that's okay ... I've already put it on his tab. Say hi to Joe for me. See you around, Penny.") And Joe was waiting for her when she got back, ready to go. She allowed him to take the groceries, lead her out to the truck and help her up to the passenger seat.

She regarded him as they drove toward the ranch house. "What are you working on, Joe? Why all the secrecy?"

He smiled. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow evening. It should all be over by then."

"It's something dangerous, isn't it? I think you'd tell me, if it wasn't."

He seemed to consider this. "Maybe a little. It's not the danger that I'm concerned about. It's going to take a lot of ... well ... leadership, I guess. I'm afraid that I might not be up to the task. I'm afraid I might ... fail."

Penny was aghast. "Joe, you're the strongest man I've ever met."

He smiled. "Strength isn't always physical, Penny. Strong men have sometimes made big mistakes."

"Joe, I want to help. I HAVE to help!"

He beamed at her. "You already have. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you. I ... I'd pretty much given up on the whole thing until I met you. You gave me something to fight for again."

"I don't understand."

He reached over and put a hand on her bare knee. "Tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow." They rode in silence for a minute. "Let's change the subject, shall we? You had something you wanted to tell me last night, but I was in too big a hurry to listen. Now, I will, I promise. What is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Tell me."

She looked over at him and made an inner decision. "No."




The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 03



"What ... You're keeping secrets from me now? Is the quid pro quo?"

She thought about it. "I just don't want to talk about it. It's not important anymore."

He shrugged and let it go. They were home, anyway.

In the kitchen, he cleaned a couple baking potatoes and put them in the oven, then he opened the wine and poured a glass for each of them. She didn't drink, normally, but took it and sipped. He gave her the grand tour of the house, talking about things ... his brothers and sisters, his parents, giving each room and item in the dwelling a little story for illustration. He left her so that he could start the charcoal grill on the patio, and she went to the flowered chair in the living room and sat, comfortable in it, her feet tucked under her as she watched him prepare things outside for cooking. But when he came back in, he stopped abruptly, staring at her with a shocked expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"What? What is it?"

He finally smiled and laughed at her. "I don't want to talk about it. See? Two can play at THAT game."

She came to him. "Tell me!" But he grabbed her and tickled her and made her shriek and laugh, and he held her and kissed her, and so she forgot about it for the time being.

Dinner was wonderful. She'd made a salad to go with the meat and potatoes, and he grilled the steak medium for her, even though he preferred rare. They talked about the property, the woods, the little creek out back, and they kept the conversation going while they did the dishes together.

Afterwards, he found a station on the satellite radio that she liked, and he went off to talk on his new cell phone, doing something to prepare for tomorrow's "big event," she imagined. She curled up in the flowered chair again, and listened to the music and wondered what he would do to her tonight, in bed. She heard a car on the driveway outside, but she figured it would be his chief deputy, called to discuss plans, and she didn't really care. Everybody knew she was here, and anyway, she felt relaxed and drowsy and wonderful sitting here like this. She liked to imagine that she belonged here ... in this house, in this chair, with him.

"OH MY!"

The exclamation made her sit suddenly upright, wide awake. "Madam Dormir! What are YOU doing here? What's the matter?"

Joe was with her. "Oh my!" the older lady said again. "Joe, isn't this just a little ... um ... spooky?"

Joe grunted. "No, I would definitely NOT call it that. It's just a coincidence, that's all. Now, please come in. Sit down. Why are you ... um ... What can I do for you?"

Madam came in, but she did not sit down. Penny had gotten up, and Madam came to her and took both of her hands in hers. "Please don't mind us, dear. It's just that you remind us of someone, that's all."

"Who?"

"It's not important," Joe said curtly.

Madam ignored him. "His mother, dear. She was ... petite, just like you, and had dark hair, like yours. And she always sat in THAT chair, with her feet tucked up underneath her, just the way you were doing. Joe's right, it's all just a coincidence, but it's a little ... well ... unsettling, when you're not expecting it, that's all."

Penny kept Madam's hands in hers but looked at Joe. "I remind you of your mother."

"NO! You are nothing like my mother!" He took a breath. "I mean ... well ... you might look like her a little, but this is NOT some sort of Oedipus complex! There was no other woman like her, but I loved my mother ... like a mother! And I love you like a ...." He faltered, reddening in the face. "I mean ...."

Madam Dormir beamed. "There!" she said happily. "Aren't things better when they're out in the open?"

Joe scowled. "Madam Dormir, why are you here?"

"You wanted to know the extent of my power over Penny. I decided to stop by and show you. You sit down there, and I'll hypnotize her, and I'll show you that I DO have control over her. I have COMPLETE control over her. You'd like to see that, wouldn't you, dear?"

He glared at her. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Oh, no, dear. I'm trying to help you. That's what I do, isn't it, Penny?"

Penny felt herself nodding in agreement. That IS what Madam did. She was doing it all the time. She did it for everybody.

"Let me show you, Joe. I'm here to help you ... and Penny, too. Now, sit down, and watch me. I'm going to hypnotize her. That IS what I'm going to do to you, isn't it, my dear? You're going to let me, aren't you?"

Penny nodded again.

"And now, tell Joe WHY you're going to let me hypnotize you."

Penny looked over toward him. "Because I want her to," she said dully. The very mention of hypnosis made her want to surrender to Madam.

"Sit down, Joe. Sit down and watch." Penny watched him as he sat down on the couch next to the window. He seemed to be unable to take his eyes off her.

He wants to watch, Penny thought. He wants to watch while she takes control of me. He likes to see me when I'm helpless.

Madam moved Penny so that she was facing him, but so that Madam could see him, too. The woman put her lips to Penny's ear and whispered softly: "He's in trouble. Do you want to help him?"

"Yes!" Penny said aloud.

"Do you love him?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes!"

"The only way to help him is to let me make you sleep. Will you?"

"Yes, Madam."

"The only way to help him is to let me control you. Will you do exactly as I say, without question?"

"Yes, Madam."

"If you do exactly as I say, I will give Joe the power to hypnotize you, too. I will give HIM the power to take absolute control of you. Would you like that, dear?"

"Oh, yes, Madam! Please!" She saw Joe raise his eyebrows. He was concentrating on her very hard. In the corners of her mind, she realized that he hadn't heard the questions, only her answers. She was begging Madam to make him her master ... to make her his slave ... and he didn't know it. She felt the corners of her lips lift into a slight smile.

Madam pulled away from her for a moment, and Penny was left standing there, staring at the man sitting on the sofa. She didn't know what was expected of her, but she had dedicated herself to the task of obedience. For his sake, she would obey. Finally, her vision was filled with Madam's emerald, dangling before her bleary eyes. The large glass window was beyond Joe, and the light in the gem sprang to life, captivating her, enthralling her. Joe and the emerald seemed to become one. This was her world. This was all there was.

"You are relaxing, and going into a state of absolute submission ... absolute obedience, aren't you, my dear," she whispered in her ear.

Speech seemed difficult. "Yes, Madam."

"I will let you remember this. I will let you be cognizant of your actions. But go deep. You must obey, if you want to help him. You must obey without question."

"Yes. Obey."

"You're not deep enough, dear. Let me lead you deeper. Deeper. Go deep for me. For him. Go deep for him. Deep."

"Deep."

Madam looked over at Joe. "Is there anything you'd like to ask her, Joe? She has no secrets from me."

He gawked at her ... at them both. "Yes," he said. "She DOES have a secret. But she won't tell you."

Madam laughed. "I don't know what it is, dear, but tell us. Tell us now."

"I'm not on the pill," Penny said at once. "I'm not protected." She closed her eyes and sighed, smiling. "And he cums SO deep inside me."

Joe cleared his throat. "Why the hell didn't you TELL me? We could have found ... something."

She looked wistful. "You needed me. And I love you. You needed me, and I had to make you happy. Nobody's ever needed me that way before. And I love you. And I won't tell you, because if you dump me and tell me to go away, you'll never have to know. So if I DO get pregnant, I'll have a part of you with me ... but I won't tie you down." She sighed happily. "Because I love you," she added.

Madam put her lips back to Penny's ear and whispered: "Are you deep enough, dear? Will you obey without question ... without hesitation? HE might not know ... might not understand ... what is best for him. But I know. Even if he tells you no ... in order to protect him, you must obey ME. Will you do that, dear?"

"Yes Madam."

"Very good, dear. Now, take off your blouse and bra. Do it now."

She immediately unbuttoned her blouse. He held out his hand toward her ... told her to stop. But he didn't understand what was best for him. Only Madam knew. And within seconds, she was bare above her waist.

Joe gawked at her, and she smiled again and told Madam: "He likes my breasts."

"Yes, dear. They're very nice breasts. And now ..." She leaned forward and put her lips to Penny's ear, whispering. "...and now, go to the kitchen. Get me a glass of water. Get Joe a beer. Pour the beer in a glass for him. My purse is on the kitchen table. Underneath it, there's a little glass vial. Pour the contents into his beer, then put the empty vial into my purse. While you're in there, take off the rest of your clothes. Bring us our drinks, then go and sit in that chair, exactly the way you were doing when I came in. From that point on, don't move. Say nothing unless I ask you a question, and do nothing ... no matter what you see. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Go now."

Penny decided to use her own initiative a little. She knew there were glass mugs in the freezer. She had seen them there this morning, when she was taking stock before breakfast. So she poured a bottle of Joe's favorite beer into an icy mug before adding the contents of Madam's little vial. She dropped the little container, empty, into Madam's purse, then quickly, while waiting for the head to go down on the mug, she stripped out of her remaining clothing and got a glass of ice water for Madam. She padded back into the living room, and as an added touch, decided to kneel and offer the drinks to them the way a Roman slave girl would. Pleased with her performance, she went to the comfortable chair and curled herself onto it, watching the other two intently.

"Do you doubt my control over her, Joe?"

"What do you want?" he asked acidly.

"Nothing for myself, dear. I want what's best for her. I like her a great deal. Now, drink your beer and relax for a moment. Let me explain things to you." She waited while he took a swig of his cold brew. "I'm going to give YOU the power that I have over her. That is her heart's greatest desire." Madam turned toward her. "Isn't that right, my dear?"

"Oh, yes, Madam!" she replied.

Madam turned back to him. "There you have it, dear. I am going to present you with this power. Think about it. Relax and drink some more beer."

He immediately took another drink. Penny's brow wrinkled. Somehow, this didn't seem quite ... right. But, Madam had told her this would happen. She might be conflicted, but the bottom line was: if she obeyed Madam, she would help the man she loved. She relaxed and smiled again.

"I'm going to give you this," Madam told him, holding out the emerald on its chain. His eyes locked onto it. It was directly in line with Penny. They were looking at each other through the sparkling gem. "I'm going to give you this, and then, you will be able to give her the hypnosis she craves. You will be able to give her the thing she wants most. That IS what you want, isn't it, dear? Please, drink the rest of your beer before it gets warm."

He downed the drink, but all of his attention seemed to be focused on the gem ... and on Penny beyond it. He seemed to deflate, breathing out in a long sigh, his beer mug halfway to the coffee table, but not moving. Gently, Madam took it from him.

"Why don't you relax for awhile, Joe? I can tell that you're tense ... tired. Penny has been SO good to you, being the girl you've always wanted. But all that sex has left you drained. Tired. So tired. Why don't you relax for awhile. Just relax. Just look at the girl you love ... look at the pretty gem ... relax, and you'll feel better. You'll feel stronger ... stronger for her. You'll be able to please her better if you take a little nap. Take a little nap. You still have lots of time. Time for a little nap. Follow my voice, Joe. I'll give you everything you want. Down and down and down. Sleep, now, Joe. Just let go and sleep. Everything's going to be alright now. Sleep."

Penny watched Joe's head tilt forward ... and as if on cue, Madam knelt next to him on the couch and cradled his head to her chest. Her lips were next to his ear, and she was speaking in a low, soft voice that Penny could no longer hear. She felt detached, as if she was no longer in her own body, but observing the scene from some other aspect. Madam and Joe were on the couch, over there, and she was taking him into a deep, deep hypnotic trance. And there Penny was, over there on the chair, watching. Naked. Feminine. Aroused. Nipples SO hard, and she was seemingly oblivious to the oily fluids oozing from her sex. Oh, she hoped that she didn't stain Mama's favorite chair. But Mama was gone now. Now, this was HER favorite chair. It was the best chair in the whole world.

She didn't know how long this went on. Finally, however, Madam slowly got up. As she did so, Joe toppled slowly over to his left, so that he looked like he was merely asleep on the couch. Madam came to her then. "I'm going to give you a choice, Penny. You have to make a decision. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Madam."

"I will let you stay here for as long as you want and look at Joe. You like looking at him, don't you?"

"Yes, Madam."

"But Joe will sleep until you wake him up. Only you can awaken him. He really should get up off that couch and go to bed ... sometime. It will be your choice. But if you want to wake him up, YOU will have to wake up first. And in order to wake up, you will have to count to ten. And as you do that, the memory of the little glass vial in the kitchen will go away ... gone forever. If you count to ten, you will never remember it again. But, that's your choice. Good night, dear."

"Good night, Madam."

Penny sat in the chair a long time ... or at least, it seemed like a long time. She loved looking at him. But he really needed to get off the couch and go to bed. With a sigh, she counted to ten. She got up, but before awakening him, she went to the kitchen and got some wet towels so she could rub clean the spot she had left on her favorite chair. Finally, she sat beside him and called his name.

"Holy cow," he groaned, sitting up. "Man, I was sleeping hard!" He looked around. "Oh, crap," he groused. "She did it, didn't she? He hypnotized me, didn't she?"

Penny sighed, feeling his frustration. "Yes ... yes, she did."

"What did she tell me to do?"

"I don't know. I couldn't hear her. I was in the chair, and I couldn't seem to move." She didn't meet his eyes. "I didn't WANT to move. I just wanted to obey her. Are you angry with me?"

He shook his head sadly. "No, of course not. God, Penny. You're so beautiful. I want you. But ... I'm wasted. I feel like I've been drugged or something. I'm too tired to do it tonight. Can you come to bed and just let me hold you for awhile?"

"Oh, yes. Please."

It was the best night's sleep she'd ever had.

........................

She came awake with a start. She couldn't hold the dream, but she knew that in it, Joe was about to make her cum. She was breathing hard, panting with need, while straining up with her hips against something ... wonderful. Her breath was ragged, and she could hardly speak. "J ... Joe?" She looked down as he rocked her onto the top of her back. Her legs were slung over his broad shoulders, his head was buried between her legs, and her fingers were laced in his hair, pulling his lapping tongue harder into her gash. He found her clit and sucked on it the way he sometimes did with her nipples, making rhythmic little suck-suck-suck sounds with his lips. One of his hands had found its way around her and onto her left breast, kneading it, pinching it. She had literally just opened her eyes from sleep, and now she was spiraling up and up and up and ....

"AAAAHHH!" she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, arching her back upward toward him until she wondered if it would break. Her body was flopping up and down like a fish out of water, and she grunted over and over each time another spasm clenched her stomach and sex and thighs. Even after he stopped his licking and sucking, she shuddered against him, and when he lifted her legs off of his shoulders and pulled her down so that their faces were even, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shivered some more. Breathing hard, she pulled away until she could get her lips onto his. The taste of the kiss shocked her. She had never tasted herself before, and now, her scent and flavor on his lips seemed strange and sinful.

"I ... I need to do you," she said, trying to get her breathing under control. "Can I do that to you?"

"That would be ... nice."

She scooted down his body until her face was even with his rock-hard erection. "What ... what am I supposed to do?" she asked.

"Pet it ... lick it ... suck it. Use your hand and your mouth."

She nodded and began experimenting. She quickly discovered that her teeth were not part of the equation, but if she stroked with her hand and sucked hard with her mouth simultaneously, he really seemed to enjoy it.

The phone rang.

"Damn!" he muttered. He shoved her away.

"No! Let me finish! You were almost there!"

"Sheriff Rogers," he barked into the receiver. He listened for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He slammed down the phone. "Let's go, Penny. This is it."

Five minutes later, they were in the truck, heading back into town. Penny tilted his rearview mirror toward herself and ran a brush through her hair. "Can you tell me what this is all about now?" she asked him.

"Later. I have to go through some things in my head." He tossed her the new cell phone. "Find Tom Brinkman's number in there and speed dial it for me, okay?"

She did as she was told and handed it back to him when she heard it ringing. "Tom!" he barked. "It's going down. Come to my office. Now." He snapped the instrument shut and tossed it onto her lap, then looked over at her. "Penny ... I feel ... great! It's going to work ... I KNOW it is! I don't think I've ever felt so powerful; so ... sure of myself!"

She reached over and squeezed his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I wish there was time for you to finish what you started fifteen minutes ago," he said forlornly. "But ... here we are."

He pulled into his parking spot at the station and hopped out. For once, he didn't try to help her down, and he was in his office with the door closed before she had set foot in the squad room. For once, everyone seemed too preoccupied to assail her with sexual innuendo ... however, she was dismayed to find that even now, no one knew what was happening ... with the exception of Gary Thorn, Joe's chief deputy ... and he wasn't talking. Two men wearing civilian clothes came striding into the building and walked up to Joe's office. The sheriff emerged and bellowed: "Gary! Bea! Penny! In my office, now!" They all filed in, along with the two new men. Joe closed the door.

"Folks, this is Tom Brinkman, Texas Ranger." The man shook hands with Gary and tipped his cowboy hat to the ladies. Joe turned to the other man. "And you, sir, are ...."

"Mort Jenkins, sheriff. DEA. We'll be taking over from here. We'd appreciate it if your department would provide traffic control and other assistance as I deem fit."

Joe shook hands with him. "And just how do you expect to take charge, when you don't have a clue what you're taking charge of?"

The federal man seemed taken aback. "You said you had intelligence you would share with us."

"Being on traffic duty hardly seems like sharing. I've got a better idea. I will run this raid ... with MY department. You and Tom can come along for the ride."




The Seduction of Penny Ramirez Ch. 03



"That's not the way the DEA does business, sheriff. Sorry."

"No need for apologies, Mort. Go on home and just let me know where to drop off the one-and-a-half tons of coke. We'll have to rent a U-Haul, or something."

The man blanched. "One-and-a-half tons?"

"Three thousand pounds. It's there now. In two hours, it might not be. You and me and Tom here, we're going to walk right in the front door. My deputies will be posted at all the exits. The three of us will tell all the employees to please wait in a group. Then, we're going to go into the main office and ask the nice folks n charge to please hand over their drugs and come with us. And they will. End of story."

"Are you nuts?" the DEA man screamed. "Something this size takes planning! It takes coordination! What sort of weapons do you have at your disposal?"

Joe leaned forward threateningly toward the man. "There are innocent people in that building. We are going to do this without firing a shot."

"How do you KNOW they're innocent?"

"Because," said Joe, "they're my neighbors. I know them. They're residents of this county, and I'M responsible for their safety. Now, here's the deal ... take it or leave it. If this thing goes sour, I'll take the blame. If it works the way I think it will, I'll let YOU have all the credit. You've got nothing to lose. My only stipulation is that you give ME the authority to take the employees out of there and keep them in MY purview until they can be cleared. Deal?"

"Where is this place?" the federal agent asked.

"Deal?" Joe repeated.

The man sighed and nodded. "Deal."

"It's at the Woodvane Warehouse Number Three, up on Highway 21," Joe said.

"Woodvane? As in the Fortune 500 company Woodvane? THAT Woodvane?"

"And here's the other stipulation," Joe continued. "Your department, Agent Jenkins, leaks like a sieve. If you start calling for 'coordination,' we're going to have millionaires and congressmen getting in the way before we can get out there. There are some BIG people involved in this. Once again, YOU can have the credit. All I care about is not getting people from my county shot or hassled." He didn't give the man a chance to comment further. "Okay, people, we leave in fifteen minutes. Gary, you brief the troops. No one makes any phone calls. No one. Complete radio silence until I break it. I'll see everyone out front. Dismissed."

Everyone started filing out, but the man in the cowboy hat stopped to shake hands with Joe. "Nice job, son. I'm impressed. Say, we have a Ranger retiring next month ... Nat Driscoll. I can put a bug in the Governor's ear, if you want me to."

Joe smiled. "Thanks anyway, Tom. This is where I belong."

The man shrugged and walked out. Joe caught Penny's arm before she could leave the room, but closed the door when they were alone. "Penny, I want you on the radio with Bea for coordination."

She nodded. "Yes, sir." She paused. "Joe, did you just turn down a job with the Rangers? Are you crazy?"

By state law, there can be only 144 commissioned officers in the Texas Ranger Division. The Rangers, founded by Stephen F. Austin in 1835, is the oldest state law enforcement organization in the country. It's also the most prestigious.

Joe captured her in his arms. "I was telling the truth. All I want in life is right here." He kissed her. "Oh, and one last thing, when I get back ... you're fired."

She blinked up at him. "I am?"

He nodded. "Yes. I can't marry one of my deputies. Regulations. Sorry."

Her mouth twitched into a smile. "Joe, will you be safe out there?" She didn't wait for an answer. "You seem tense. I don' want you distracted. We still have ten minutes. Let me finish what I started this morning. It can be my last official duty."

He glanced nervously at the door as she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. "Um ... Penny ...."

In seconds, she had his pants and underwear pulled down, and she engulfed his semi-hard cock with her lips. Her left hand cupped his balls, and she grasped him with her right and began to stroke. He stumbled back a few inches until his bare butt was leaning against the edge of the desk. He was hard now ... really hard ... and he breathed a ragged sigh and let his head fall back in rapture. Penny was moving her mouth forward and back, sucking hard, while her hand stroked to match the movement of her lips.

"Penny ... I'm not going to last very long. I'm ... I'm going to ... Oh, God, Penny, I'm going to ...."

She knew he was about to shoot it into her mouth. She felt him swelling, and knew it was going to happen. What she hadn't expected was that there was going to be so MUCH of it. He blasted it into the back of her throat, and she found that she couldn't swallow when her mouth was open this much. She pulled back and coughed just as he unleashed another stream of fluid. Then she swallowed, but it was too late. Fortunately, she was able to catch most of it in the cupped palms of her hands, so that none of it got on his uniform, but a great deal of it splashed back into her face.

There was a knock on the door. "Sheriff!" a voice called out. "We're ready!"

Joe staggered toward the door, pulling up his pants. "Coming!" he shouted. He turned back to her. "Penny, are you all right?"

She was on her knees, bent over, coughing and sputtering. His semen was everywhere! "Yes," she urged. "Go! Be careful! Please!" 

And he was gone. There was a box of tissues on the edge of the desk, and she wiped furiously at her face and chin and neck and hands and arms until she thought she was clean. There was no mirror, but she thought it was alright now, so she went out to the dispatch area. A few deputies were still scurrying around, picking up radios and weapons. Bea looked up at her, her eyes went wide, then she lunged toward Penny, grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward the door of the ladies room. "Go!" she urged, shoving her through the portal. "Freshen up! Now!"

In the mirror at the sink, Penny discovered two large globs of cum in her hair. For a moment, she thought she was going to cry, but she somehow wound up laughing instead and started moistening paper towels.

When she finally emerged, the place was empty. She called for Bea, but received no answer, so she rushed toward the radio dispatch room, only to stop short in utter amazement. Bea was bent over the dispatcher's desk, her cheek on the smooth surface, sound asleep. Madam Dormir sat beside her, holding and examining the microphone. She looked up at Penny. "Do you know how this thing works, my dear?"

Penny took the device and set it down. "Yes, Madam, I do. What did you do to Bea?"

"Oh, she looked like she could use a little rest. It ought to be another fifteen or twenty minutes before things start popping out on the highway. Perhaps you and I can have a little chat."

"Can you hypnotize EVERYONE in this town?"

Madam shrugged. "Most of the women, I suppose. And some of the men."

"Like Joe," Penny suggested.

"No, dear. That was the problem, you see."

Penny thought about it. "No, Madam, I don't see."

"There are thirty-one employees in that warehouse, all from this county. They don't know what's being shipped through there ... the drugs, I mean. They're all innocent. But the DEA ... well, they don't have a record of being ... shall we say ... overly gentle in these affairs. At best, those innocent people would probably all be arrested and dragged through a horrific legal ordeal. At worst, they could be killed. And their spouses and children ... they would suffer, too. We needed a cooler head in charge.

"But Joe was a mess. The constant sadness regarding his parents' deaths, his siblings all moving away, the betrayal by his wife, the looming defeat in his reelection campaign ... it was all adding up. I thought I could help him through hypnosis, but he has a strong will. If only I could get him to go under, I could bolster his self esteem, his assertiveness, his desire to remain here in Rising Rapids, and his dedication to its residents. Unfortunately, he's naturally resistant. I needed some help ... some distraction."

"A girl who looks like his mother," Penny guessed. "A girl who has a weak will. A girl you could easily hypnotize and control." She sighed. "Oh, Madam, what did you make me do?"

"Well, besides performing one or two very small tasks for me, you gave him a reason for going on, my dear. Now, thanks to you, he's regained his sense of pride; his sense of community; his sense of duty. Thanks to you, everything he wants in life is right here, and he'll fight hard to protect it ... to protect us."

"How did you know about the drugs?"

"Do you remember Emily Baxter? She was the tall blonde lady you met in my shop that first day. Her husband is the man in charge at that warehouse. Emily found some incriminating papers in his desk at home. Then, thanks to a little hypnotic persuasion, she agreed to put a nifty little transmitter on his office telephone. You can buy them at the Radio Shop in Lufkin. Anyway, I've got lots of recordings in my place. I learned all the sordid little details, then I passed them along to Joe. This warehouse was the final stop on the NAFTA approved route, carrying 'pre-screened' cargo across the border. The drugs were brought in along with some chemicals that process wood into pulp. There are two thousand 55-gallong drums of it in that warehouse. One hundred of them contain cocaine, instead. The company planned to establish an Asian drug route when they finally got approval to clear-cut our forest here. 

"Emily's husband is going to be the only legal casualty in this little drama, at least locally. And, I might add, Emily is going to make a much happier divorcee than she was a wife to that schmuck. I don't think she'll be in the 'divorced' category for very long, though. Otto Wiener, the druggist ... he's had a crush of Emily since junior high. And recently, she's started having pleasantly erotic dreams about him. What a coincidence.

"And now, I suppose it's time to wake up Bea and get on with coordinating ... or whatever it is you're supposed to be doing."

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LUFKIN COURIER-GAZETTE

RURAL EDITION

November 6

ROGERS WINS REELECTION IN LANDSLIDE VOTE

Sheriff Joseph Rogers easily won reelection yesterday in Cavalcade County. Just a few months ago, Rogers, 36, held dim hopes in the campaign. His opponent, Pete Weaver, 42, was far ahead in an August 7 poll conducted by this newspaper and KWRZ radio.

However, The Woodvane Corporation, Weaver's primary contributor, filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection September 13. Weaver unofficially suspended his campaign later that month.

Also, Woodvane's attempts to clear cut portions of the Davy Crockett National Forest, which was the subject of numerous editorials in this newspaper, have been suspended.

Sheriff Rogers was involved in a drug raid on a Woodvane warehouse in his county on August 12. It is unclear what Rogers' role in the sting was, but residents clearly give him credit for what was the largest such raid in East Texas history. More than 3,000 pounds of cocaine were recovered. No shots were fired during the operation. The warehouse foreman was arrested by federal agents, and subsequently, elected officials at both the state and national levels have been implicated in the scandal.

On the campaign trail, Rogers' best asset was clearly his wife, Penny. In the past two months, Mrs. Rogers has been active in numerous community events, and she is obviously well liked by the county's voters. In a recent announcement, she happily told the Gazette she is "pregnant with our first child."

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"Joe! I'm home!"

"Chicken's on the grill," he answered, coming into the living room to greet her. "Where the hell have you been?"

She kissed him, then laughed when he didn't let her go. She settled into his arms. "It's Wednesday. I see Madam Dormir every Wednesday."

He made a slight scowl. "I'm still not sure I like you seeing her this way. She's like a puppeteer. And you go running to her every week so she can pull your strings."

She smiled up at him. "Maybe. But only you know how to push my buttons." She giggled at her own joke. "And she DID give you that emerald, which you can use whenever you want."

"It's a fake. I had it checked."

She laughed again. "It does what it's supposed to do, dear. Anyway, she says she owes us a big favor for 'saving her county.' And ... you know how I am after I see her. You should be pleased." She reached down and stroked him through his pants.

He groaned. "We don't have time. Dinner's almost ready."

"If you make me wait, I'll probably get so frustrated that I'll attack you tonight."

He finally laughed with her. "I guess I can live with that. But I still don't like knowing that she can make you do anything she wants you to."

Penny pulled his head down so she could kiss him ... tenderly at first, then passionately. When it finally ended, she looked imploringly into his eyes. "You know that I belong to you, Joe. Only you. I'll do whatever you want ... whatever you say. Tell me to obey you, and I'll be your slave. Tell me to love you, and I'll do it forever."

And so, he put his lips beside her ear and said: "Love me."



THE END