Sunshine6
Copyright 2002-2011 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M/F, Police, Asphyxia, Murder Mystery (sorta, but not really)
Synopsis: When Carly turns up dead, her lover confesses all to a hard-bitten police detective.
Sunshine6
Fiction by Rachael
"I didn't mean to kill her, it just happened."
Detective Smalls dropped the clipboard on his desk with a soft cluttered smacking sound. Not the effect he wanted, I thought. He had piles of papers and telephones and pens and donuts and pictures and who knows what else all over his grey metal desk.
"Maybe you should clear some of that stuff off of there," I said, only trying to help.
He stared at me like I was from another planet. I hate that. "Is that your whole statement?" He read it aloud, all nine words...but r e a l l y s l o w l y. "Maybe you don't know what kind of trouble you're in, Ms. Moore."
"Ummm...." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe?" So I said that.
He placed a big glossy color photograph on the desk in front of me. It was Carly and she still looked pretty hot. She lay on my bed with her hands cuffed to the posts and her legs bound to a spreader. Her eyes were closed, but it was kind of hard to tell because the plastic bag tied around her head had gotten misty inside. I guess from the condensation or something.
"Would you like to tell me what this is?" Detective Smalls lit a cigarette, turning around to open the tiny window in his office. He grunted softly and used a pencil to keep it up.
I could see other people, policemen and criminals, walking around the precinct. The man's office had large glass windows and dented, yellowish venetian blinds. I felt somewhat self-conscious sitting there. I wasn't wearing very much. The two police officers that came to my house and arrested me hadn't bothered to let me dress. They'd been in a hurry, I suppose, and probably rookies.
The picture remained between us as I picked up a rubber band from the desk. Detective Smalls watched while I combed my hair with my fingers and then twisted it into a long black ponytail down my back. I had a jacket on, Paul's old denim thing that smelled like a lawnmower. It had a button on one of the pockets that said 'I take drugs seriously'... I felt a little self-conscious about that too. I thought about taking it off, the jacket, I mean, but underneath I had only a pair of red panties on. See? Rookies. They'd certainly got an eyeful, but at least they'd been very polite.
I felt my nipples itching. They're almost always hard, like terminal. Sometimes I don't mind, but mostly it's annoying. Like right then, when I was pulling my hair back the jacket opened up pretty wide and Detective Smalls, well...He's a detective, right? He detected.
"Ahem..." he cleared his throat, kind of a half-cough. "Does that turn you on, Ms. Moore?"
I froze with my arms up, my hands still behind my head, and stared at him. My dark nipples burned plainly visible to his staring eyes. They were sticking out so far that my silver rings just dangled there, not even touching the caramel areolas of my breasts.
"Yesssss..." I said slowly. "It turns me on. How about you?"
He snapped his eyes back to mine and his cheeks turned rusty. I finished my ponytail and dropped my hands back to my lap.
"You know, everything you say here can be taken as evidence against you." He puffed his cigarette. "You might want to consider that, Ms. Moore."
I smiled. "You don't want me to tell the truth anymore, Detective?"
"I didn't say that." He frowned. "Tell me about the picture."
"That's Carly. I met her at a party." I picked up the picture and looked at it. "She's one of Paul's students."
"And Paul is...?"
I crossed my legs as the crotch of my panties felt damp and tight, biting into my sex rather pleasantly. "Paul is my Master."
"Master?" Detective Smalls frowned again.
He does that a lot, but it didn't really look good on him. He had one of those faces that looks like he ought to be smiling a lot more. I wondered what made him decide to be a policeman. He'd have made a much better fireman, I thought. They smile a lot, except when they're fighting a fire. I frowned too. Probably Detective Smalls smiled a lot when he wasn't being a policeman, don't you think?
"Well," I explained. "A Master is like a boyfriend only....not as nice."
"Not as nice?"
I looked at him. "Maybe you should write this down?"
Detective Smalls sat on his really creaky swivel chair, snubbing out his cigarette. "Let's talk about this Paul person later. Right now, I'd really like to know what happened to Carly. Okay?"
"Sure." I don't mind talking; I guess everyone knows that. So I closed my eyes for a second and thought about where I should start.
"Just start with tonight, please." The Detective's voice made me jump. Wow! He was good! So that's where I started.
After I finished speaking, I could tell something was wrong.
"Tell me again how she let you cuff her to the bed," he told me, flipping through the clipboard he'd been taking notes on.
"Ummm...What did I say before?" I asked. I thought it a reasonable request; no sense repeating myself, right?
He sighed, "It doesn't work like that, Ms. Moore."
"Miss"
He looked up sharply. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not liberated, Detective. Miss Moore is fine. I like it. mizz sounds so.... butch. I'm tired of it."
"Well, MISS Moore, I'm not going to tell you what you said before," he said. "Just tell me the truth and maybe you won't have to ask me."
I rolled my eyes at the totally unnecessary sarcasm. I mean, impatience is one thing, but there's no reason to be rude about it. His attitude had started getting on my nerves a little or I'd never have said what I said next.
"Careful..." I said kind of sing-songy, you know, like your Dad used to do when he just knew you were doing something wrong.
"Careful, what?"
"I'll ask for my lawyer. You don't want that, do you, Detective?" I had him over a barrel and he knew it. Just being brought here next to naked would be enough to get me off. I could probably get a pretty good sexual harassment settlement to boot.
....Imaginary courtroom in my head: "Did they let you get dressed?" ...No, your honor! "Did they give you a blanket or anything?" ...No, your honor! "Did Detective Smalls ever treat you...ahem....disrespectfully?" ...Oh! sniff-sniff He kept looking at me like he wanted to...you know...touch me! They all did! I was so afraid! boo-hoo-hoo I'd have said anything he wanted as long as he didn't rape me!
Oh yeah. I smiled at Detective Smalls and spread my legs a little.
"Or maybe, we could go someplace...quieter? Where I could think a little clearer? Don't you think that would be better, Detective?" I tried to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm trying my best!"
I watched his eyes move down my thin body and focus on my crotch. Where my panties had ridden up kind of tight, remember?
Later, in a little room they called Interrogation Room B, Detective Smalls and I continued our chat.
"What I'm just trying to understand," he said as he lifted various things out of a big cardboard box labeled EVIDENCE, "is how a young woman, a fairly healthy, intelligent college student, allowed you to handcuff her to your bed." He pulled out the handcuffs. "Spread her legs with this.....thing."
"It's called a leg-spreader," I offered helpfully as he pulled it out of the box.
He gave me a withering look. "Gag her with this." He pulled out a bright red ball gag. The one I'd got for Christmas from David.
"And finally rape her with this...this..." he sighed theatrically. "What is this?"
"Are you Amish, Detective Smalls? God! It's a strap-on dildo!" Really, I think he was just teasing me, but it's so hard to tell with those guys. The ones firemen faces, you know? He looked like Harvey Keitel as 'Mr. Wolf' ...Not the 'Bad Lieutenant' Harvey Keitel, but the other one. I found that look kinda sexy, actually.
"That? It's a strap-on dildo, of course," I said. "A nice one too."
He made a big show of writing that down.
"You know what they say, Detective...You can't rape the willing." I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and sat there only in my red lacy panties. "Carly loved my dick."
"Are you a, uh...a lesbian, Miss Moore?" He really tried hard not to look at my tits. Really.
"Only when there's no guys around."
"Oh, mmmm...Uh, I see. So you're saying she was willing?" he asked. "To let you use that...thing?"
"Yes. Very willing," I replied, absently flicking one of my nipple rings. "It was her idea, I think. Sometimes it's hard to tell."
"So why the handcuffs? I mean, if she was so eager, it seems like you wouldn't need those, doesn't it?" He made it sound like this was some feat of extreme logic.
"Well, Sherlock, I guess you got me there!"
"Was she willing when you put the bag over her head?" He wondered, smiling like he had me over a barrel.
"Of course. Yeah, she liked asphyxia a lot." I watched him write that down. "P-H-Y ... Not F-I ....Oops" I looked away from his stare.
"Did she ask you to do that?" He started taking off his suit coat. I'd been wondering when he would, it seemed kind of warm in that little room. "Or was that your own idea?"
"Ummm...I think it was her idea, but really it could have been mine. I don't remember. We both, you know, like it." I started rubbing my pussy, sliding a finger up and down my slit through the lace. I do that when I get bored; must be compulsive or something. I do it in school sometimes and it's really embarrassing when I catch someone catching me. But not this time.
"I see." And he did too. He watched my hand moving up and down, and we didn't say anything for a minute.
"Do you want to handcuff me, Detective? You don't have to, but if this is bothering you..." I looked down at my fingers as I pushed the crimson lace between my labia. "I don't think I can stop by myself."
He brushed his palm across the slight bulge in his trousers. Really quickly like my Daddy used to do it in church. He was good at it, but most men are in my experience. Detective Smalls licked his lips and then picked up the handcuffs Carly had been wearing.
"Do you want me to handcuff you, Miss Moore?"
"Ooooh..." I moaned softly. Not really because I needed to, but because it seemed like a good response; sort of non-committal, but intimating assent.
I got up and pushed everything off the table with a clatter and laid down on it. I put my wrists together above my head, near one of the heavy stainless steel legs so I was laying diagonally, looking up at him. Waiting. My legs hung over the edge and I could feel the cold biting into my creamy thighs. My tummy went concave, hollowing inward and pushing my ribs outward. My breasts were flattened, the firm flesh pulled taut. I knew exactly what I looked like. I looked just like Carly had a few hours before.
Detective Smalls glanced over his shoulder at the door. He stood up and hurried to lock it. When he came back, he seemed to be sweating a little and I smiled at him, wriggling my fingers to catch his attention. The handcuff chain was long enough for him to make a little loop around the leg of the table. He did that and it pulled my hands very close together, I couldn't move them at all, just slide them up and down with a not totally unpleasant rasping sound of metal on metal.
He looked down at me and reached out to caress my left breast. I hitched a sharp breath as the detective pressed his palm against my hard nipple. I ached beneath the pressure and moaned again as he started moving his hand in a slow, deliberate circle.
"Is this what you did to Carly? Did you touch her like this?" He pinched my left nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling it painfully out, stretching my breast. I was panting and nodding, it felt so good. Images of Carly beneath my hands mixed with the pleasure coursing through my body.
"Yesssss..." I hissed.
Detective Smalls moved to my right breast, pulling my ring this time and twisting it slightly as he did so. The sensation made me gasp.
"You like this don't you? You wanted to come here tonight, he said. "You wanted to get caught."
He was hurting me now, making me feel good. I strained at the cuffs and felt cruel steel bruising my skin, gnawing on the bones beneath. I strained to lift my hips, unable to help myself as I arched my back and offered him my sex.
"Yessss...No.....No....I just wanted to...Ohhhhh...." Whatever thought might have been inside my head was lost to his fingers as he pressed them into my flesh, grabbing a fistful of my breast and squeezing. I was getting louder, my emotions spilling out of me in a series of moans and gasps. I'd been so ready for this, so wanting it. All that mindless waiting had been taxing like you wouldn't believe. Patience was never my strong suit, but I'd waited the man out and this was my reward.
"Maybe I should gag you," Detective Smalls said. "Do you want that?"
I shivered, telling him, "Yes! Yes...I want it!"
I remembered Carly's mouth, so wide and sweet, stretching around the soft red ball. I'd fitted the gag into her mouth and tightened the leather straps around her head. I yearned to feel that same thing. I opened my mouth for it, staring at the detective's face while he squeezed it between my teeth, filling me. Choking me. I couldn't talk; I couldn't refuse or protest anything now. I was helpless and mute and totally in his power. The gag fitted me perfectly and he stepped back to admire my vulnerable form.
He was breathing harder, his face more than a little flushed. I lay there feeling the heat from his hands slowly fading my body. I could see reddish outlines on my pale skin from his previous attention and it pleased me. I wanted more, so much more. Detective Smalls undressed, folding his clothes carefully until at last he stood naked. His penis had grown hard and I stared at it, watching the way it swung and bounced with his every movement. He picked up the leg spreader and looked at me.
"Do we need this? No...I don't think so either." He dropped it into the box. "But this..."
He'd found the plastic bag I'd used on Carly, sealed inside another one. He opened the evidence bag slowly and removed the instrument of death. It seemed such a simple thing, as fine and supple as a dry-cleaning bag. But much stronger, much more resilient. I stared at it as he put it on the table beside me.
"...we might need that, don't you think?"
Detective Smalls moved between my legs, yanking the crotch of my panties aside and fingering my wet hole. I tried to push against him. I felt so desperate for his touch. He spanked me lightly, his fingers coming down on my hard little clitoris and bringing a muffled yelp from my mouth. He slapped the insides of my thighs harder, urging me to spread my legs wide and expose my clean shaven sex to him completely. He tore at the thin material of my panties, deciding to remove them completely.
My body shook as he spanked my wanton sex again. Over and over he brought his hand down on my clit and greasy labes. The sting felt good at first, a growing warmth that I embraced, but soon it became an uncomfortable burning sensation. A short time later, the pain had become almost unbearable. My clit especially protested her rude treatment, becoming so aroused and overly sensitive that the slightest touch would have seemed torturous. And now she was being slapped repeatedly and without any gentleness at all.
Detective Smalls grunted like a pig, grinning as I writhed beneath him. I sobbed into the gag and strained at the cuffs around my wrists. And just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, when my mind had all but shutout every possible thought but the incredible sensations flooding my body, Detective Smalls stopped.
That was worse.
The pain did not go away, it intensified. My body heaved and perspiration poured out of me. My tummy was churning; deep inside, I could feel the fingers of my impending orgasm tickling at my soul. Detective Smalls rubbed his hardness across my sex, slapping my bruised and swollen clitoris, rubbing his swollen head across and between my labia. When he entered me, he did it slowly, but completely. He savored every precious inch of my clasping cunt as I swallowed his prick between my quivering legs.
My body surrendered completely, accepting him as he filled me with his rock-hard manhood. I cried out uselessly as he began pushing and pulling with his hips, thrusting himself balls deep every time. My whole being contracted around that delicious penetration and I felt the dam bursting inside. I wrapped my legs around the man, pulling him into me and keeping him there while I jerked and wept with my orgasm.
Detective Smalls was kind to me; perhaps even merciful as he let me have the moment. My battered and throbbing sex spasmed with a heartbeat all its own. I somehow felt more alive, more satisfied than I'd ever thought possible. I moaned with delight as he began once more his rhythmic thrusting, taking long, deep strokes as if we had the rest of our lives for that one glorious fuck. I dreamt I'd never had sex before until this night. I'd never known what making love was until this man had taken me.
I kept seeing Carly in my head, beneath me as I now lay bound and helpless and impaled beneath the man. I embraced her memory, the way her eyes had stared into mine while we made love. They'd shone with a brilliant light, a glow deep within her finally released. I was Carly now and that thought brought me to another shuddering orgasm as Detective Smalls slipped the plastic bag over my head.
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