Indecent Proposal by Dekaddemon (Bi sex, Zoo sex-woman/dog, B/D, D/s, NC?, Big clits)


(C) 1999 by Dekaddemon

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual themes and is intended 
for adults only. If you are younger than 18 years old and attempt to 
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your fragile little mind that may occur.

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Dramatis Personae:

Juanita Vasquez -- A Cop (based on same character from "Aliens")
Darryl Hicks -- A Cop, Vasquez's Partner (based on same character from 
"Aliens")
Jade Masterson -- A Woman, The Victim (based on bodybuilder Ericca 
Kern)
Johnny -- A Rich Executive (based on Jean-Luc Picard from "Star Trek")
Dee - A Woman, Johnny's Debauched Wife (based on Deanna Troi from "Star 
Trek")
Buck - A Dog, An Extremely Large, Well-Trained Male Great Dane

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Act One:

Oh shit! screamed Jade Masterson's brain, a useless commentary on the 
threatening nightmare. God dammit, I knew I should have taken a cab! 
the scream went on, equally uselessly. At the same time, her mouth went 
utterly, aridly dry. With the small part of her mind that still 
functioned with something approximating reason, Jade reached between 
the seats of her brand new Saturn, retrieved a stick of gum with 
trembling fingers. Wet my mouth, cover the alcohol, the silent scream 
continued, this time with the usefulness of the condemned seeking 
escape, of any sort.

After an eternal wait, the scrunch of boots in the gravel strewn on the 
shoulder of Victory Blvd. announced the approach of the police officer. 
She was female and alone, her partner, faceless in the glare of the 
dying Friday afternoon sun, waiting in the cruiser. Hmmm, a woman... 
maybe that'll work to my advantage... Jade's brain gibbered. Scared 
shitless, Jade waited, and prayed.

The officer approached carefully, tight along the side of the car. The 
sun, glinting off her mirrored shades, hid her eyes and any emotion 
that might have been hiding there. Jade noted the hand resting on the 
butt of an obscenely large, holstered automatic handgun. Then, all too 
suddenly, the presence at her driver's window...

"License and registration, please," came the voice, with a light 
Spanish accent: an odd voice, tight and high, almost forcefully 
controlled, yet somehow husky and mellow, even slightly raspy, at the 
same time. Yikes, not even a "ma'am"... Jade saw the badge, above it a 
nameplate that read "Vasquez, J.," caught a trace of her scent over the 
passing traffic, a musky, cinnamony cologne of some sort. Not feminine, 
but rather an interesting, almost masculine scent. Jade looked up into 
the face, saw flawless, coffee skin and fine, dark eyebrows, and a 
single small gold hoop in the left ear. Despite the full cut of her 
short sleeved black duty shirt, Jade saw immediately that the woman was 
into weightlifting in a serious way. "And would you remove your 
sunglasses?"

"Yes, officer," Jade said dutifully, slid her own shades through the 
chain hanging from the rearview mirror, then reached to her purse and 
retrieved her license, all the while acutely aware of the police 
officer's cool, detached stare, even as she was aware of the alcohol-
induced throb in her temples, the thickness behind her eyes. She handed 
over her license along with the registration, retrieved from the sun 
visor. "Was I speeding?" Jade asked, as innocently as she could.

A horrifyingly long silence, as the officer scanned the license from 
behind the sunglasses. Then, the head tilted up slightly, to fix a 
mirrored stare directly in Jade's face.

"Well, ma'am, there's that," the officer replied with a hint of dry 
humor, "but I'm more interested in how much you've had to drink..."

For a moment, all Jade was aware of was the acute sensation of her 
spine turning to ice, followed by her brain. There was a moment of 
profound silence, as the officer's statement hung in the air like the 
calm following the explosion of a bomb.

A thousand responses filtered through Jade's brain after the initial 
shock. Then, petrified, abject resignation, no hope or offer of excuse 
or deception; there could be none in the face of that cool, 
professional, mirrored stare. "You can tell that easily?" Gallows 
curiosity; Jade knew nothing to say except the truth.

Unexpectedly, the police officer smiled a ghost of a smile. "Well, your 
face is flushed, and your eyes are dilated even though you're driving 
into the sun, and you're nervous." Then, the smile widened, although it 
also become slightly evil. "Also, the gum's a dead giveaway... Everyone 
thinks they can cover the scent..." This with an interesting, quietly 
superior trace of ego.

"Ouch," was all Jade could find to say, although inside, she was 
reeling. "Now what?" she said, as bravely as she could.

The officer handed Jade a small device from her belt, then broke the 
seal of a small packet containing a sterile mouthpiece. This she fitted 
to the instrument, which she then presented for Jade's use. "Breathe 
into the tube, hard."

"I can't believe this is happening," Jade foundered helplessly as she 
stared at the device.

Again, the ghostly smile on the cop's face. "Well, I could give you a 
field sobriety test here on the street, but I don't think we need to 
put on a show for the other drivers... Do you?" The tone was totally 
professional, and again just slightly, interestingly arrogant.

Acting on reflex alone, Jade blindly did as she was told, breathing 
hard into the small tube, then waited for the inevitable. There was a 
long silence, as the officer studied the small device.

"Ms. Masterson, would you turn off the motor, leave the keys in the 
ignition, and step out of your vehicle?"

The next few minutes were like a cheap police drama, complete with 
handcuffs and an escort to the patrol cruiser. She heard the cop offer 
a vaguely apologetic "regulations," as she cuffed Jade with sure, 
strong hands.

Although Officer Vasquez was very professional and thorough, 
nevertheless Jade was absolutely humiliated, feeling the stare of every 
passing motorist; a few even honked. As she eased Jade's head down past 
the sill of the police car, Jade saw the cop's partner, a young blonde 
male with intense green eyes. Handsome, but possessing a very serious 
demeanor. Actually, that applies to both of them, Jade could not help 
but think. She also noticed, for the first time, that both Officer 
Vasquez and her partner, whose namebadge she could not see, seemed 
quite young, no older than their mid-twenties.

The male officer made studious notes in a logbook of some sort, while 
Vasquez slipped in behind the wheel of the cruiser. She handed Jade's 
license and registration to the blonde, then picked up the police 
radio's microphone, spoke a jargon-filled report into it while the 
partner scribbled some more. After a moment, the female cop turned to 
the small computer mounted between the front seats and began tapping 
into it, quick, efficient stabs at the keyboard, while the male cop 
spared a glance into the backseat, directly at Jade.

Then, just like in the movies, he read her her rights. "Do you 
understand each of these rights as I've explained them to you?" the 
officer asked, now turned in his seat sufficiently for Jade to read his 
nameplate: "Hicks, D."

"Uh, yes," Jade intoned, feeling numb all over.

The partner, Hicks, turned to Vasquez. "Okay, I think we're ready to 
roll. The usual?"

"Yeah," Vasquez said, in a slightly bored voice. However, Jade saw the 
woman gazing steadily into her rearview mirror, directing a direly 
serious, mirrored stare at Jade. "Pick you up at her apartment." Jade 
listened as they confirmed the address. "See you there."

With that, Hicks got out of the car and strolled up to Jade's Saturn, 
got in. After a moment, Vasquez pulled out behind him. A period of 
quiet ensued as they drove. The backseat had an interesting, streetish 
smell, and the upholstery had slightly torn in several places during 
its accommodation of previous felons. Chewing gum stains marked the 
floorboard, and...

"Nice nosering," Officer Vasquez said suddenly, unexpectedly, 
interrupting Jade's solemn, self-absorbed revelry. The mirrored gaze 
checked in regularly with the rearview mirror.

"Uh, thanks," Jade replied, not knowing what else to say. This is like 
a bad dream...

Another silence, then, "You're scared shitless," It might have been a 
question or an observation.

Jade could not keep the rueful laugh from her lips. "You're joking, 
right?"

"You should be scared," Vasquez observed breezily, "drunk driving laws 
have gotten helluv tough over the past two years, especially with 
reckless driving thrown in..."

"Reckless driving!" Jade found herself exclaiming. "But I wasn't 
even..."

"Good news is," Vasquez interrupted smoothly, as if Jade were deaf and 
mute, "computer says you don't have any priors, so you'll probably get 
probation and a hell of a fine. Bad news is, you won't have a license 
for a year, so you'd better lay your hands on a bus schedule, and your 
insurance company's gonna be seriously pissed... On the other hand, 
there's a couple of judges that might go for your throat, give you 
community service, make you go to counseling. Might even give you a few 
days in lockup. I know this one judge, he's going through a really 
messy divorce, he comes into work fucking pissed, throws the goddamn 
book at every one he sees..." Vasquez seemed to be enjoying herself; an 
obscenely casual humor danced in her weird, breathy voice.

"I feel so much better," Jade said sarcastically, even as she died a 
little more inside.

"Hey!" the cop barked suddenly, sharply enough to freeze Jade to the 
seat. Despite her youth, the cop suddenly bared an awesome, almost 
astonishingly strong command presence, as an animal bares its teeth. 
"Watch your mouth, pendeja, you earned this ride, you play by my rules. 
Rule Number One of the First Principles of Vasquez, don't get on my bad 
side."

The silence in the wake of the young cop's vivid chastisement was 
deafening. Jade found her feeling of unreality was slowly wearing off, 
only to be replaced by deep, numbing fear and resignation. She was most 
definitely not looking forward to having a criminal record, to say 
nothing of astronomical insurance rates. And not have a car for a year 
was nothing less than a disaster. I am soooo stupid!

Prison time... Jade couldn't even conceive of such a thing.

"You lift weights," in a mellower voice. Most, but not all, of the 
torrid, forceful command presence was suddenly gone, replaced by an 
easygoing, casual familiarity. It was a statement, not a question. The 
cop seemed able to switch gears instantaneously; it was extremely 
disconcerting.

"Yeah," Jade replied, caught by surprise. Then, because she couldn't 
help herself, "So do you."

"Yeah, since I was a kid. Tough neighborhood." Then, "Jade... cool 
name, I like it."

"Do you always ask your 'guests' so many questions?"

The response was immediate, and very smooth. "Only the ones I wanna 
fuck."

Jade's brain froze utterly in its tracks, for the second time that day. 
Again, the profound silence.

"Excuse me?" Jade finally gasped, still reeling. No, she couldn't 
really have said...

"You deaf, Ms. Masterson?" Again, the slight arrogance, mixed with dry 
humor. The young cop apparently expected an answer, waited patiently 
for one. "Well?" she prompted, when Jade failed to reply.

"No," Jade muttered, tasting humiliation in her mouth.

"Then you know what you heard, right?" God, this cop is so fucking 
butch! Jade would have laughed had she not been so overwhelmed by 
circumstances; the cop was arrogant as hell, but in an odd, almost 
sensual way. She dominated without having to say a word, didn't hit 
over the head with her commanding presence (although Jade suspected she 
could do that too, and very effectively, had she wanted to), but the 
message was all too clear: don't mess with me, I'm your worst 
nightmare...

"Yes, I heard what you said," Jade responded, taking the cop's hint and 
behaving, "and it scares the shit out of me."

Vasquez seemed to consider this. When she continued, her voice was 
surprisingly soft, almost a growl. Again, all trace of dominative 
presence was utterly gone. "Sorry," she said, in a voice sounding very 
genuine. "I don't want to scare you, Jade. I just want to offer you a 
choice. An option."

"And what does that have to do with wanting to fuck me?" The words 
sounded incredible to Jade, coming from her own mouth, like a bad movie 
script.

"Glad you asked," Vasquez said in a conversational tone. "I'm offering 
you a deal. I can tell you really don't want to do this by the book. 
You know, the whole station house, booking, fingerprints, photos, call 
the lawyer thing... You have a lawyer, right?"

Silence, as Jade tried to decide how best to admit she didn't.

"Fuck," the cop murmured, all mock-concern. That said it all, really. 
The cop was dead right, of course, and they both knew it, but still, 
Jade was afraid to ask the obvious. Any escape from her current 
predicament could only be the result of the cop playing by less than 
official rules, which give Jade hope and terrified her as well.

Still, Jade couldn't help nibbling at the bait the cop had offered any 
more than she could stop breathing. "What sort of deal?"

"Before I get into that, let's get something straight," Vasquez said, 
again smoothly, but this time steel authority seeped back into her 
voice, restrained, lurking under the surface of her words like a 
prowling tiger. "What I'm about to say is off the record. If you tell 
anyone about this conversation, not only will I make sure nobody 
believes you, I will personally trash your life. I'm a cop, think about 
it. Do you understand?"

Jade was still having trouble deciding whether to be even more scared 
or to dare hope that she might escape her current legal noose on the 
strength of an unprofessional cop. "Yes, I understand," she replied as 
evenly as she could, deciding that she was indeed, as the young cop had 
guessed, scared shitless. Only now, the fear was not of prosecution, 
but of the cop herself. Jade decided that it was not an agreeable 
trade.

"Good." The authority slipped away again like a ghost, leaving once 
more the cool, amiable young latina police officer in its wake, 
intolerably casual. "Now, as to my offer... I'm a lesbian, Jade, and to 
be blunt, you really turn me on. You ever make it with a woman before?"

Jade, in shock, could suddenly, horrifyingly, see where this was going. 
Shock upon shock. I'm a lesbian and ever make it with a woman careened 
through her reeling mind like an echo in a very deep canyon.

"I'll take your silence as a no. Ever think about it?" The cop's voice 
was still intolerably relaxed, gruesomely conversational. Jade felt as 
if her mouth and head were stuffed with cotton. If this was a dream, 
she wanted to wake up, now.

"C'mon Jade, stay with me here," the cop said suddenly, again letting 
that fluid authority spark her words. It was enough to shock Jade back 
into reality. "This is serious, I need you to answer, and don't fucking 
lie to me, I have a very good bullshit detector. Now, yes or no, have 
you ever thought about what it would be like to have sex with a woman?"

"Yes," Jade said truthfully, for no other reason than that she believed 
the cop, every word.

"Thought so, the way you checked me out when you first saw me." A long 
pause, as if the cop were choosing her words carefully. "Okay, I don't 
like to bullshit, so here's my deal, plain and straight. You give 
yourself to me for one night, whatever I want, no questions, you do 
what I say, when I say, where I say, how I say. For one night, the word 
'no' is not in your vocabulary."

Oh my god! came the scream again, redoubled in intensity. "You mean... 
for sex..." Jade asked gingerly, afraid to even speak the thought.

"No, pendeja, I mean for painting my house," Vasquez drawled 
laconically, her voice dripping amused sarcasm. "Of course I mean for 
sex. Like I said, I could really dig you. I like my women muscular, 
white, and submissive, and you score on all three counts. So, you give 
me your body for one night's use..." she paused theatrically.

"And you'll forget about this?" Jade asked, thinking, this really has 
turned into some kind of lurid movie.

"Good girl. Smart, too." The cop's voice was almost a purr now.

"That's asking for an incredible amount of trust," Jade observed, her 
brain eerily rational even as her hands shook. "If you're willing to 
make that kind of an offer, why don't you just make it a demand? As you 
say, you're a cop, you could just take me into an alley somewhere and 
rape me."

For that, Jade got a sweet, sincere laugh. "Not the way I operate, 
chica, though I suspect you might like that. Like I said, it's an 
option. Not corrupt, just a little dirty around the edges. I'd much 
rather see you submit to me willingly than force you. Call it a 
personal kink. I'm not out to rape you, Jade," Vasquez seemed to pause, 
as if considering her own words. "Well, not really..." she clarified in 
a way the made Jade's spine crawl. "The point is, this is an option, 
not extortion. You don't accept, we do things exactly like we would 
have done them before, by the book. No reprisals. So, what's it gonna 
be?"

"I'm thinking," Jade said irritably, her mind racing.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you could write down the 
details of what we're discussing here, along with where and when you 
meet me, with one of those 'in the even of my death, mail this to the 
L.A. Times' kind of notes on it." Another laugh. "I'm not a sadist 
either, I just want to rock with you, indulge my kink a little, and you 
just happen to be in my line of fire."

"You're still asking for a lot of trust..."

"True." Vasquez considered for a moment. "I'll make you these promises. 
One, no real pain, nothing you won't like. Two, no permanent marks or 
disfigurement. Three, although I have a very kinky mind, I promise 
nothing truly gross, like making you eat shit. You follow?"

"Yeah," Jade responded, almost able to laugh, but not quite.

"Good. Like I said, I'm kinky, not disgusting. Four, I promise, on the 
grave of my mother, that I will get you off like no one's ever gotten 
you off before." There was a deadly, sensual seriousness in the cop's 
voice, such as Jade had never heard before. "You understand me? I'm 
offering you a fantastic sexual experience; I want you to get off too. 
That's part of my kink."

Even as Jade's mind whirled, she took a closer look at the young police 
officer, as well as she could given their positions. Truly, the cop was 
young, and very butch, which suited Jade, and very muscular, which also 
suited her. And once past the official trappings, the woman was quite 
attractive, in a handsome sort of way. Finally, Jade had to admit to 
herself that the woman's authority, her confidence, her superiority, 
were interesting turn-ons, particularly in light of her youth. Jade 
suddenly found herself interested in what lay beneath the officer's 
uniform, suspecting that she'd be pleased.

"You better finish checking me out fast," Vasquez said coyly, obviously 
aware of a great deal that went on in her presence, "We're almost 
home..."

Jade found herself blushing, and her tongue felt suddenly thick. "I 
don't know if I can do this."

"Sorry, but I gotta know, right now." The voice was again firm, 
commanding, even dominating, yet surprisingly sensual. The car stopped 
suddenly, and the cop turned in her seat. The sunglasses came off, 
revealing a startlingly beautiful pair of lustrous, dark-brown eyes, 
eyes far older than her young age would indicate. A small, blue-black 
tattoo of a teardrop adorned the smooth caramel skin under her left 
eye. "It's your call," the woman told her, "but to be honest, I don't 
really want to take you in and book you. I don't... I don't think 
either of us would enjoy that very much."

What exactly it was that drew the mouse-quiet "yes" out of her mouth 
Jade would never really know. Perhaps it was a sincere desire to take 
the offer. A desire to avoid the acute embarrassment of prosecution. 
But forever afterward, Jade would suspect, in her heart of hearts, that 
is was a pure response to Vasquez's direct, forceful personality, and a 
subconscious awareness that Vasquez truly did mean for Jade to have a 
fantastic sexual experience. The more the woman opened her mouth, the 
hotter Jade got thinking about the possibilities. It was as if this 
young woman knew, with some dark, interestingly surety, how to unlock a 
part of Jade's brain, a sexually kinky part, that Jade herself never 
knew existed. It was a demonic skill, to be sure, and Vasquez seemed to 
have it in quantity.

"You sure?" The question was laser-direct, on the edge of demanding 
without being so. "You know what you're agreeing to? I'm serious, Jade, 
you say yes, there's no backing out. You try it, I'll come down on you 
hard. You give yourself to me completely. I say jump, you ask me if I 
want a blowjob with it, si?"

The cop kept shocking Jade with her dark words, keeping Jade 
deliciously, expertly off balance, unable to rationalize, only accept. 
"Yes. I agree."

Vasquez stared into Jade's face for a long, pregnant moment, those 
amazing eyes searching every corner of Jade's soul, turning her inside 
out as easily as she might smile, before a slow, satisfied smile 
slipped onto her lips. "You won't regret it, and you'll get a clean 
record out of it. And you never see me again. Everybody wins. You're a 
smart woman, Jade." As Vasquez spoke, she was writing something on a 
notepad attacked to the dash. She ripped off the note, handed it to 
Jade. "Be there," was all she said before starting the car moving once 
more.

Officer Hicks was waiting for the police cruiser, having parked Jade's 
car in a visitor slot. "Hey, Nita," he called as they rolled up, 
"Thought you got lost. I need Ms. Masterson's stall number, so I can 
park her car in the right..."

"Change of plans, Blondie," Vasquez interrupted smoothly. "It seems 
that my Breathalyzer malfunctioned. She's not drunk after all." The 
mirrored sunglasses were back in place, swung in Jade's direction. "Are 
you?"

"Uh, no, ma'am," Jade asked, scarcely daring to believe they were going 
to let her go. Then, she saw the male cop's eyes widen, turn to meet 
hers. There was no surprise within them, only calculation, and Jade 
suddenly got the distinct impression that he'd seen other deals 
accepted.

"I see..." he said smoothly, turning to his partner, and Jade saw an 
evil smile spread on his lips like honey. "Better get that thing fixed 
one of these days, Officer Vasquez."

"I think it works just fine, Officer Hicks, and by the way, fuck you," 
was Vasquez's cool, smooth response, offered with a trace of sly humor. 
"Why don't you get my cuffs back from Ms. Masterson."

"Yes ma'am," Hicks said, opening the rear door of the car. To his 
credit, he uncuffed Jade in the cruiser, so that no passersby might see 
that she'd been wearing them at all. "Sorry for the misunderstanding, 
Ms. Masterson," he apologized in a quiet, cool, breathy voice, helping 
a newly freed Jade from the car. "All the same," he continued, with a 
trace of shyness that Jade found charming, "maybe you'd better have a 
nice, long nap before you get back into your car, right?" His smile was 
disarmingly warm. "Have a nice day."

With that, he walked around the cruiser and got in. Without a backwards 
glance, Vas gunned the cruiser.

Suddenly, deliciously, Jade was alone.

With trembling fingers, Jade read the paper she'd been handed:

LAX Marriott, Champion's Bar, tomorrow 1:00 pm order me Cuervo Gold, 
straight - wear something tight

Jade did not sleep well that night. Not well at all.


Act Two:

The bar was typical of its ilk, dark and fairly quiet, the Dodgers 
playing quietly on various television monitors to a handful of equally 
quiet customers. Jade sat at an out-of-the-way corner table, staring at 
the straight, neat Cuervo Gold across from her, its intended owner 
still absent after twenty minutes of waiting. Jade's eyes darted 
furtively up to the bar, as they had done every ten seconds for the 
entirety of that wait, watching for the woman who'd so ingloriously 
entered her world, and in whom rested if not her fate, then certainly 
her virtue.

My virtue... Jade shuddered.

For the millionth time, Jade wondered what she was doing in the bar, 
instead of at the beach like normal, soaking up some California 
sunshine, without a care in her head. Instead, she sat waiting for a 
woman who despite what she'd said, was in the process of extorting 
sexual favors from her, using the threat of criminal prosecution as an 
effective tool to coerce, however gently, Jade's cooperation in 
something she had literally no control over. The thought of submitting 
herself sexually to a police officer flagrantly abusing her 
authority... it was the kind of thing one heard on the six o'clock 
news.

But here I am, Jade was forced to admit, again for the millionth time, 
sitting in a bar in the tightest t-shirt I own, waiting for the woman, 
woman mind you, in whom I am going to entrust my life and well-being. 
The woman who has made it only too clear what she's going to do to 
me...

"Boo," came the quiet, Spanish-accented voice nearly in Jade's ear, 
causing her to jump, nearly spill her drink.

From behind Jade stepped Officer Vasquez, now out of uniform, wearing 
almost exactly what Jade wore, although Jade's jeans were blue and 
Vasquez's were black, with chromed studs. Also, Vasquez's shirt, while 
just as tight, was thinner and had shorter sleeves.

God damn! Her breath literally taken away, it was only then that a 
stunned Jade Masterson became aware to just how superbly muscular and 
symmetrical was the young cop's incredible body.

The shirt hugged Vasquez's frame lover-tight, every inch of the woman 
rippling. She was ripped to perfection, not an ounce of extra fat on 
her anywhere. The odd, masculine cologne again greeted Jade's nose, as 
well as a light touch of clean sweat, no doubt accumulated in the 
summer heat outside. The woman's arms carried perfect biceps, large and 
vascular but not grossly so on either count, enough to put her on the 
edge of femininity without pushing her over. An intricate, vivid tattoo 
in the form of Celtic knotwork ringed the woman's right bicep, which, 
together with her deep caramel skin color, served to highlight the 
muscle in a very pleasing, very butch way.

Amazingly, Jade could see the thick ribs of the woman's abs through her 
thin shirt; the cleaves between them were that deep. The cop's lats 
flared behind her like a snake, again not gross, but amazing 
nonetheless. But perhaps most phenomenal of all were the cop's 
shoulders, which were wide enough to take Jade's breath away. They 
stood out under the shirt, demanded attention, fought their 
containment, stretched the material in the most amazingly delicious 
manner. Each part of the deltoid structure was clearly evident, again 
even under the shirt.

And, of course, the cop had big tits, which was a bonus. Not too big, 
but enough to fill her shirt to a decidedly pleasing degree. Officer 
Vasquez wore no bra, which was obvious, for her nipples were on proud, 
almost egotistical display through the thin t-shirt. They were larger 
even than Jade's own, which she'd always thought of as excessive, and 
more than dark enough to stand out beneath the thin, white material. 
The cop didn't seem to care or mind.

Around her head, the cop wore a red Levi's bandanna, meticulously 
folded, although her short, jet-black hair was casually tousled in a 
way that gave the woman that Hollywood 'random yet deliberate' look. 
Finally, Jade was surprised to see a gold ring in the woman's left 
nostril, nearly a twin to her own, although it was slightly larger and 
thicker, and within the hoop was a small diamond. Her eyes, unhidden by 
shades, were as clear and dark as Jade remembered, even moreso, warm 
yet piercing, the eyes of a warrior, or a predator, or both. Large 
pupils surrounded by unnaturally clear and vivid whites. Chunky, 
functional, rather masculine white high-tops adorned her feet.

"No gun?" Jade asked innocently.

"I got a holdout strapped to my right calf," Vas responded easily, 
sitting down across from Jade. She took a sip from her tequila, her 
eyes watching Jade over the rim of the glass. "Wanna see it?" she 
asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"No, that's okay. Don't tell me you liked my nosering so much you got 
one too..."

A soft bark of laughter. "Nah. Just can't wear mine on duty. Against 
the regs."

The two woman watched each other for a long, intense moment, a ghostly 
smile playing sensually on Vasquez's lips.

"I have no idea what to say to you," Jade said at last, truthfully.

The smile grew into something both beautiful and evil, while remaining 
subtle, and the cop's dark eyes regarded Jade with careful, quiet 
calculation. There was surprising intelligence in them, and a subtle, 
earthy warmth.

"You can say 'congratulations, Officer Vasquez'," the cop laughed, 
relaxed and easy. "I just won fifty bucks off my partner. He said you 
wouldn't show, and that we'd be up in front of IA by Monday..."

"IA... Internal affairs?"

Vasquez laughed again. "You've seen a few movies."

It was Jade's turn to laugh, sardonically. "This whole thing would make 
a good screenplay."

Vasquez nodded in formal acceptance of the barb. "Score one for white-
bread blonde." The cop eased her muscular frame back in her chair, one 
arm resting on a drawn-up knee (enough to reveal extremely short, inky-
black pubic scruff under her arm, as if deliberately unshaved, yet 
trimmed with meticulous care), the other holding her drink casually. 
"I'll bet if you dig deep, you've got a million questions you're just 
burning to ask me." She took another sip of tequila, her cagey eyes 
again studying Jade. "Take your best shot."

Jade considered while she sampled the last of her own drink. The cop 
surprised her by motioning to the bartender. "Hit her again, the same," 
she called in that strangely attractive, sensually accented voice of 
hers, breathy, high, smoky, raspy all at once. The tone had shifted 
smoothly to that commanding presence again, as if the woman instantly 
owned the room and everyone in it. "You were saying?" she prompted.

"Okay," Jade began thoughtfully, her brain starting to work. "How many 
times have you done this... I mean, made this kind of an offer to 
someone like me."

The responsive smile was frisky, playful. "Six, all women of course. 
You're the seventh."

"How many of them accepted?" An interesting game, Jade was forced to 
admit to herself.

"Four. They all ended up loving every second of it. I think one of them 
divorced her husband later. Guess I opened her eyes..." A quick bark of 
laughter. "Of the two that declined my generous offer, one decided to 
take the rap, which was for prostitution, and the other tried to get me 
in trouble."

"What happened to her?"

"You really want to know?" The words, an open, dangerous dare backed by 
glittering eyes.

"Uh... no," Jade blushed, felt the heat in her cheeks.

"You're blushing," Vasquez remarked playfully. "I like it. Any other 
questions?"

Jade was almost grateful for the opportunity. "Okay, how long have you 
been a cop?"

"Three years."

"Uh, ever shoot anyone?"

This brought a sincere laugh from Vasquez's lips. "Shit, why do people 
always want to know that? Yeah, four times, which is a lot in three 
years, according to IA. I'll tell you the same thing I keep telling 
them, I'm a good cop. No, I take that back, I am the best cop in the 
LAPD, which means I know where shit happens, and usually manage to be 
in the thick of it. I've never been shot myself, not once, nor has my 
partner, and by the way, aren't you just dying to ask me about him..."

The dark eyes focus like twin lasers on Jade as the replacement drink 
arrived. Vasquez paid for it without hesitation, pulling a ten out of 
her pocket. "Keep it."

Jade waited for the waiter to depart, then offered a knowing smile of 
her own. "Now that you mention it, I suppose he would have to know 
about these little deals you're offering people. How does he feel about 
that?"

Vasquez sat back in her chair once more, her eyes watching Jade from 
the semi-darkness like some feral predator. "He knows. Sometimes he's 
scared that we'll get nailed for it. If it came to that, he'd probably 
try some stunt like taking all the blame. I'd give my life for him, in 
a second, he is my best friend in the world."

"That doesn't really answer the question," Jade pointed out.

That got Jade another of those odd, formal nods. "True, but that's all 
the answer you're getting on that subject. For now, anyway. Next 
question."

Jade searched for one. "How old are you?"

Unexpected laughter. "Young enough to be your daughter, believe it or 
not." After another sip of tequila, she continued. "I'm 21," she 
offered casually, the magnitude of her youth a shock to Jade. "Went 
into the LAPD right out of high school." The dark eyes regarded Jade 
closely. "I gotta say, you sure as hell don't look 37."

"Thanks," Jade said quietly, unprepared for the compliment, impressed 
by Vasquez's memory. That seemed to amuse Vasquez greatly.

"Shit, you are Dare are two of a kind," she remarked, with genuine awe. 
"Neither of you can take a compliment to save your lives..."

"Fuck you, Officer Vasquez," Jade replied.

"That's the general idea," came the immediate reply, which only set off 
more blushing, and more laughter from the cop. Vasquez watched this 
carefully.

"Jesus, Jade, you really turn me on," the cop breathed quietly after a 
moment, watched more blushing, like a voyeur. "Okay, enough show and 
tell. The reason you're here is so I can make sure you were serious 
about accepting my offer. Forget what I said earlier, about you not 
being able to back out, I can still take you down to the station today 
and book you formally. The station's a lot less crowded on Saturday, 
wouldn't be quite as embarrassing... You've had a whole night to think 
about it."

The very thought of that made Jade's skin crawl. "No, I meant what I 
said. Like you say, I've given this a lot of thought, and what I've 
seen here today pretty much confirms it."

"Confirms what?" Vasquez asked, intrigued.

"That I don't think you're out to murder me, or do anything horrible to 
me." Jade smiled self-consciously. "However, just to be on the safe 
side, I took your advice and took some steps to make sure I'll be 
missed if I disappear."

Vasquez smiled. "God damn, I do love fucking white chicks. You Snow 
Whites are so fucking smart."

"And you, Officer Vasquez, are charmingly ethnic and blue-collar," Jade 
observed smoothly, and meant it. Despite the woman's obvious 
intelligence, there was an air of animal cunning and predatory passion 
to Vasquez, a hint of darker, more primordial skills long forgotten by 
most of humanity. If we are sheep, Jade thought, she is the wolf...

These observations were ones which Jade was now on the verge of being 
able to admit openly to herself. However, the reality of her own 
growing attraction to the woman was still difficult for Jade to admit.

Vasquez canted her head, mulling the epithet. "Hmmm... 'blue-collar'... 
I kinda like that." Her eyes peered deep into Jade's. "You know, Jade, 
you are going to absolutely love this."

"I'll love putting a DUI conviction behind me," Jade countered. "So, 
what now?"

Vasquez finished her tequila. "Nothing. I've got a few arrangements to 
make. I'll swing by your place at about six to pick you up. From then 
on, until dawn tomorrow, you're mine." The last word was nearly a 
growl. "Scared?"

"Duh," Jade offered acidly.

Vasquez offered another of those coy, evil smiles. "Good. I like that 
too."

Whereupon she leaned across the table, slipped her hand behind Jade's 
neck, and gently, but firmly, brought their lips together.

Jade's brain simply shut down, completely, as the young latina's tongue 
caressed her lips gently before slipping insistently into her mouth. 
She kissed Jade deeply, openly, a searching tongue-kiss full of 
passionate, yet restrained fire. Jade couldn't have led if she'd 
wanted, the cop simply took control of her mouth, licked within it, 
sucked gently on her tongue, shared her spit, did everything but 
tongue-fuck her mouth. The woman's tongue was unnaturally long and 
agile, as if genetically adapted to the task Vasquez was currently 
bending it.

It was an undefined epoch later, and only when Vasquez began to pull 
back (with a very kinky, smug smile on her face), that Jade belatedly 
realized she'd completely opened her mouth to the woman. The cop licked 
her own spit from Jade's trembling lips before whispering:

"I'll bet we just turned every head in the room..." Her tone indicated 
that not only did she not care, Vasquez was proud of the fact.

And fact it was, for when Jade dared to look, the five or six people at 
the bar, as well as the bartender and the waiter, were all staring in 
open-mouthed shock. A young black female patron, after a moment's 
silence, then raised her hands in the air and shouted a gleeful, "You 
GO, girl!!" to a chorus of laughter.

Jade turned back to the cop, to find that the woman's smile had grown 
no less kinky; lust and need were written all over her oddly handsome, 
smiling face. "Six o'clock, then. I want you to shower close and give 
yourself an enema and douche. I like my white bread clean, inside and 
out." It was not a request.

With that, the woman was gone, and Jade watched in awe as the bar's 
patrons applauded Vasquez as she left, which she acknowledged with a 
theatrical bow. This left Jade to their uncomfortable stares, which she 
endured for the longest two minutes of her life before making her own 
exit.

Six o'clock came all too quickly...


Act Three:

Jade opened the door at the knock, noting for the record that it was 
precisely 6:00 pm.

If Jade thought Vasquez looked butch at their earlier meeting, she was 
now forced to revise that opinion.

The red bandanna was still in place, but almost everything else was 
different. The muscle shirt had been supplanted by a white, low-cut, 
stretch-Lycra top, visible within her unzipped leather motorcycle 
jacket. Again, her nipples were proudly displayed without the hindrance 
of a bra, dark and vivid beneath the white material, protruding with 
near obscenity. An elegant gold choker circled the cop's neck, from 
which hung a small gold crucifix. The black, chrome-accented jeans were 
the same, but they were now tucked into chunky, heavy black leather 
motorcycle boots. Within the jacket, Jade could clearly see the butt of 
a large automatic handgun hanging in a well-worn brown leather shoulder 
holster.

Most startling was the woman's hair, which had been combed back with 
extreme care into a slick, moist-looking thatch that was simultaneously 
mannish, yet strangely feminine. The bandanna encircled it with extreme 
precision, so that not one thick strand lay out of place. She smelled 
more strongly of cologne this time, as well as soap, leather, and 
sweat, all of which commingled into what Jade could not deny was a 
strangely, powerfully arousing scent.

Without asking for permission, Vasquez stepped inside, backing Jade up 
a few paces. Jade tasted fear in her mouth for a moment.

"Easy," the latina said softly, but firmly, in total control as always. 
She watched Jade carefully, until Jade let out the breath she'd been 
holding. "Remember my promises."

"Sorry," Jade apologized. "You keep getting into my personal space..."

"I know, chica," Vasquez murmured. "It's deliberate. I'm gonna be way 
up inside your personal space tonight, so I'm getting you used to it."

Jade nodded curtly, more to reassure herself than anything. Still, she 
found herself breathing hard for no reason. "I can't believe I'm doing 
this."

Vasquez smiled. "Ask yourself that question three hours from now. Bet 
you'll laugh." She looked around Jade's small, but comfortable 
apartment with dark, flashing eyes that didn't so much look as they did 
hunt. "Nice," she breathed. "Quiet." She continued to look around 
professionally, casually, saw a gray cat watching her intently from the 
carpeted floor. Instantly, she bent down, carefully gathered the animal 
into her arms. The cat meowed diffidently.

"Boy or girl?" she asked, without looking at Jade.

"Boy," Jade replied, captivated.

Vasquez snuggled him affectionately until he loudly announced he wanted 
down. The cop obliged. "He's cute."

"He's also evil," Jade replied, "but the cute redeems him."

"Where's the other one?" the cop asked simply, looking around. She 
caught the look of surprise on Jade's face after a moment, again smiled 
that interestingly arrogant smile. "You've got two kinds of cat hair on 
your carpet. The other one's black, right?" Her eyes were proud, almost 
egotistically so; she was right, and she knew it.

"She's shy," Jade offered, "and a lot less evil..."

"Mmm hmm." Vasquez turned to face Jade directly, and Jade saw 
immediately that the power structure was about to change dramatically. 
The fact must have registered on her face, for Vasquez smiled a slow, 
evil smile full of wicked promises.

"Did you follow my directions?" Her tone, as Jade had anticipated, 
turned in a heartbeat from friendly to deliciously authoritative.

Jade blushed as she whispered a "Yes."

"And you're clean?"

"Yes," in another whisper.

"Well, let's find out," Vasquez said in a level, deadly serious voice, 
approaching Jade close. Jade's brain shut down, and she fought the 
impulse to back away, held her ground, meeting those dark eyes as best 
she could. "And you'd better be right, or I'm gonna clean you out 
myself, and I won't be gentle..." Her tone, although quiet, took a deep 
dive into kinky domination. "Now, take down your pants."

The order shocked Jade, yet forced her muscles to comply. With numb 
fingers and a number mind, Jade did as she was told, blushing scarlet, 
reacting rather than thinking. "Nice quads," she heard Vasquez murmur 
appreciatively.

"The panties too?" Jade barely found the breath to whisper.

"No, I'll take care of those. Turn around, grab the breakfast bar, and 
spread..." The cop's voice was always level and professional, which of 
course made it all the more kinky, but the last word she made into a 
kind of lecherous promise.

Jade heard the "snick" of metal behind her. "This is a knife, Jade," 
came the quiet, commanding voice. A sharp length of blade appeared next 
to Jade's face, freezing her blood for a moment. "I'm showing it to 
you, telling you what I'm going to do, so you don't panic on me. I'm 
only gonna use it to cut your panties off. You won't be needing them 
tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Jade couldn't have gotten her voice above a whisper if she'd 
tried.

"Good girl," was Vasquez's smooth, utterly possessive reply. True to 
her word, Jade felt the cold metal on her thigh, which caused her to 
jump slightly, which in turn drew another soft "easy..." from the cop 
behind her. The metal slid under the strap of her white cotton panties, 
turned, yanked out sharply, enough to draw a soft gasp from Jade's 
lips. The action was repeated with clinical precision on the other 
strap, and Jade's panties fell away, leaving her thrillingly exposed 
before the butch cop.

Jade heard a purr of sensual approval. "Shaved... Bueno, I'm 
impressed." A pause, then warm fingers tracing her left buttock. The 
creak of leather announced that Vasquez had crouched for a better view.

"Dios mio," came an impressed whisper, momentarily softened. "This is 
some nice cunt you got, chica." The creak of leather again as she stood 
once more. The fingers continued to trace, slid in between her 
asscheeks, touched her cunt gently. Jade gasped helplessly, unable to 
think, to speak, to do anything but react, her brain utterly unable to 
wrap itself around what was happening.

A firm hand on Jade's shoulder. Again the admonition of "easy, 
chica..." while the fingers gently pulled apart the lips of her vagina, 
dipped inside. Jade simply could not keep from moaning softly as the 
finger travelled up, up, to the apex of her cunt and gently stroked 
over her clit, which had somehow become inflamed.

Again, the creak of leather, the cop rising once more to stand behind 
Jade. "Shit," said a breathy voice in her ear, followed by the gentle 
tug of teeth on the lobe. "You got a big clit... You do steroids?"

Jade paused, long enough for the hand to abruptly leave her shoulder 
and softly, but meaningfully, slap her right buttock. Jade's cry was 
mostly surprise and shock, but before she could so much as move, the 
voice was back in her ear, damnably unruffled and matter-of-fact. "I 
don't like repeating myself, Jade..." she began again, her voice 
dangerous and silky, with emphasis which could not be lost on Jade.

"Yes," Jade gasped quietly, "I take them."

"Mmmm," was Vasquez's only reply, as her finger stroked back and forth 
over the distended shaft of Jade's clit, which felt as if it were 
hanging down right into the woman's grip. Then, the finger left it and 
speared her cunt in one smooth motion.

"Just relax," Vasquez cautioned, her finger deep inside Jade, moving 
carefully, as Jade shivered all over, unable to believe that she was 
being molested in her own apartment by a woman she barely knew. It 
stroked with expert precision right up into Jade's g-spot, and Jade 
nearly sobbed in pleasure. This continued for several lewd, shattering 
moments, before a soft grunt of "good job." Then, "Jade, I'm gonna put 
my finger up your asshole," announced quietly. "Don't fucking move." 
Despite the curse, the voice was calm and clinical, almost irritatingly 
so.

True to her word, Jade suddenly found herself gasping as the finger, 
now well-slicked from her cunt, carefully slid into the tight pucker of 
her anus. "Fuck, you're tight back here." Cool observation. The finger 
slid up to its root, squirmed around lingeringly until Jade was gasping 
again, and thoroughly explored her rectum. Finally, Vasquez slid it 
out. "Bueno, nice and clean. Put on your pants." Casual order. As Jade 
did so, Vasquez washed her hands in the sink.

The cop's dark, fierce eyes lingered sensually on Jade. "Yeah," she 
breathed, "this is gonna work out just fine." She smiled, true warmth 
leaking onto her face. "I almost envy you, Jade, you are gonna have 
such a fucking good time tonight, you won't be able to help yourself." 
She spoke, as she so often did, as if certain of the facts before they 
happened. "How do you feel?"

"A little violated," Jade could not help but retort, with a little 
irritation.

Vasquez dried her hands as she savored the response. "And are you sorry 
I did it?"

A long pause. Jade's look must have told all, because Vasquez laughed 
quietly in the silence. "Shit," she laughed, "it's beginning to look 
like Friday was my lucky day."

"If you're through having fun at my expense?" Jade said evenly, through 
her teeth.

To her credit, that shut Vas up tight for a moment, and the dark eyes 
searched Jade anew, lingeringly. There was hot lust there, but now, 
Jade could also see past the authority and calculation, to the youth, 
the potent vigor of her young life, and also the indefinable something 
that might have been compassion which lay at her core. It was an 
atypical compassion, one that suited and fed her own dark purposes and 
desires to be sure, but compassion nonetheless.

"My apologies," the cop finally admitted softly, with a knowing smile 
and another formal nod, which Jade had come to view as a signature. 
"From now on, we rock together, si?"

Jade nodded. Then watched as Vasquez reached behind her, taking 
something from her belt.

A shiny pair of chrome handcuffs.

"You're kidding," Jade said aloud.

Vasquez offered her a smooth smile, the youthful, scary/kinky dominance 
back with a vengeance. "I never kid with my handcuffs. Wrists in 
front." Again, an order, not a request.

When Jade hesitated, Vas stepped forward suddenly, this time quickly 
enough to back Jade up two paces, so that she found herself against the 
wall with Vasquez right in her face. Firmly, Vasquez took hold of 
Jade's wrists, brought them forward, snapped the cuffs into place. "You 
are in my custody, Jade. Don't forget that I'm a cop, I can arrest you 
any time I want."

"I remember," Jade said quickly, the fear again in her mouth like acid.

Then, Vasquez looked around, saw Jade's sweater hanging from a peg on 
the back of the front door. This she retrieved, put it in Jade's hands 
in such a way that the cuffs were hidden. She then reached for, caught 
Jade's chin with her fingers, looked her right in the eyes.

"I'm not here to embarrass you, Jade. I could have done that at the 
station. I asked you to be here, I didn't force you. Now, I'm asking 
you to trust me, completely, like you've never trusted anyone or 
anything in your life. I'm gonna make you do things tonight you've 
never done before, things you've never even dreamed of. But I swear..." 
and here Vasquez paused, her eyes smoldering with dark fire, boring 
into Jade's soul, "I swear you won't regret that trust. I don't want to 
rape you, I want to lead you... teach you... help you explore your 
boundaries. At times, I'll force you, but it won't quite be rape. 
You'll understand that when the time comes."

Vasquez stepped back a pace, but her eyes held onto Jade's. Then, 
unexpectedly, she leaned back against the wall, her hands at her sides.

"Come here." An order, not a request.

This time, Jade consciously decided to obey, working to keep her brain 
out of vapor-lock. It was damnably difficult, moreso than Jade would 
have believed, because of both the circumstances and because Vasquez 
was a woman, and lesbian sex took some serious getting used to, despite 
all of Jade's fantasies about what it would be like.

She came, stood before the butch cop, who looked her over with lazy 
lust.

"Kiss me, Jade. Like you'd kiss a man..."

Damn, she makes it hard to think! Jade half-laughed to herself inside, 
even as the words soaked her brain. Again, Jade managed to consciously 
lean forward, to very gently touch her lips to the woman's, caress them 
slowly. Her nose was full of the cop's scent, leather, spice, and sweat 
mixing in a heady steam of aroused womanhood. Vasquez didn't lift a 
finger, let Jade do all the work, accepting what she gave, but letting 
Jade set the pace. The kiss lasted nearly a minute, towards the end 
burning with slow passion, Jade allowing her tongue to work with the 
cop's even as their lips dueled.

Vasquez gave a soft growl of aroused contentment when Jade broke the 
kiss. "That was very good. You sure you've never fucked a woman 
before?"

Jade could not help but smile. "I think I'd remember."

Her smile was instantly, enthusiastically returned, and Jade could see 
that the young cop's eyes were slightly glazed with lust. "Okay. Now, I 
want you to take out my gun."

Jade's eyes widened, which caused Vasquez to smile gently. "Don't 
worry, I know what I'm doing. Go ahead, unsnap the guard strap and 
slide it out. It won't bite..."

Vasquez lifted not one finger as Jade slid the gun from its holster. It 
was immaculate, and surprisingly heavy, with a blued finish and what 
looked like a pearl handle. "You ever held a gun before, Jade?" The 
voice was quiet, and although the sensual dominance had crept back into 
it, it was a mellow variety, exactly as Vasquez had said: a teacher, to 
a student.

"Yeah, once I had a piece of shit .22 revolver. Nothing like this." 
Jade was afraid to breath, lest the gun go off in her hand. It looked 
brutally efficient, a mechanical extension of Vasquez herself.

Soft grunt of acceptance. "Well, this ain't no piece of shit. It's a 
Beretta 9-mm automatic. Holds thirteen rounds. Right now, there's no 
round chambered. I want you to chamber one. Hold the back end, pull 
back hard, then let it snap forward."

Jade did as she was told, and surprised herself by managing the task 
quickly and efficiently.

"Bueno. Now, see the little lever on the left side?"

"Yes."

"Point the muzzle away from both of us, and slide up the lever until it 
locks and you can see the red dot."

Again, Jade carefully did as she was told.

"Safety's off, now you're ready to fire. Carefully, put your finger on 
the trigger." The cop's voice had become slightly tremulous.

"Are you sure?" Jade had to ask.

"Trust me." This time, Jade knew it was a request, not an order. She 
complied.

"Now," Vasquez said, her voice husky, quivering with emotion, her eyes 
locked to Jade. "I want you to point my gun right into my gut." Jade 
saw that the cop's hands were trembling, but she kept them at her 
sides.

Jade longed to ask the woman what she was doing, but the dark, emotion-
filled eyes begged otherwise. Very carefully, Jade turned the gun into 
the pit of the police officer's stomach, pressed the muzzle against the 
firm, muscle-ribbed flesh.

"Congratulations, Jade, you're holding my life in your hands" Vasquez 
breathed in a slightly hoarse whisper. "You pop that cap, there'll be a 
hole the size of your fist coming out my back. So now you know, the 
trust works both ways tonight. Remember that, okay?"

"How can I forget?" Jade replied in a dry whisper.

"Okay, here endeth the lesson," Vasquez whispered, swallowing heavily. 
"Carefully now, point it away... that's it... okay, go ahead and safe 
it, with the little lever, good." Vasquez breathed a visible sigh of 
relief. She took the weapon from Jade's hands, expertly unchambered the 
round and reloaded it into the magazine, carefully slid it back into 
its holster, and resnapped the butt.

"Now," Vasquez said, with emphasis, "time for you to pay your debt to 
society..."


Act Four:

Vasquez's car, it turned out, was also an extension of herself: brutal, 
masculine, powerful.

"I could have guessed," Jade said aloud, examining the sleek, vintage 
automobile, trying to ignore the handcuffs beneath the sweater.

"1968 Boss Mustang 350 fastback, mint condition," Vasquez announced, 
with obvious and deep pride. "Gloss black clearcoat, 16" Pirelli P7s at 
the corners on chromed alloy mags, tinted windows, aftermarket antisway 
bars front and rear, dual Holly four-barrel carbs." She patted the hood 
affectionately, like she might a lover. "A man's car, I've been told," 
she said proudly.

Jade had to admit, the car made a certain masculine statement, one that 
seemed to fit Vasquez's larger-than-life persona. "I think it was made 
for you," she observed dryly, turning her eyes to the police officer, 
who watched her in return.

"I think I'll take that as a compliment," Vasquez purred with a hint of 
a smile. She unlocked and opened the passenger door for Jade. "Get in." 
She helped Jade, guided her head beneath the upper sill with strong, 
sure hands. Inside, the car smelled like the cop herself, more leather 
and spice. A crucifix hung on a slender chain from the rearview mirror. 
Belatedly, Jade became aware of the black metal barrel of a shotgun 
protruding from beneath her seat.

Apparently, Vasquez saw Jade looking between her legs as she slid 
behind the wheel. "Be prepared, that's my motto," she said with all due 
seriousness, and turned the key. The motor clawed to life in a perfect, 
angry symphony of gears and pistons, and the cop gunned it a few times 
for Jade's benefit. It throbbed a deep, intoxicating mechanical growl 
more reminiscent of a race course than a city street. "Dare says if I 
could figure out a way to fuck this car, I would have done it years 
ago."

"Dare... That's his name?"

Vasquez laughed. "It is for me. Short for Darryl. You do not have my 
permission to call him that."

Jade accepted this with a nod. "I heard him call you 'Nita' yesterday."

Vasquez hissed softly, gave Jade a subtle, but warning glance. "Nobody 
but God and Darryl Hicks calls me that."

"I understand," Jade assured. "But forgive me for saying, I think it's 
pretty."

Vasquez grimaced as she put the car in gear and pulled it out of its 
parking slot. "You deliberately trying to piss me off?" she wondered 
aloud, in a way that was just this side of joking. "You call me that 
again, I'll take it out of your hide tonight." That, in a tone that 
sounded more serious, less joking. "Short for Juanita, typical wetback 
name..."

"It does bring up a point, Officer Vasquez," Jade countered. "What 
shall I call you?"

Vasquez laughed. "If you're good tonight, I'll let you call me Vas. If 
you're bad, you'll be calling me Mistress... you read me?"

It was amazing how the woman could turn that commanding tone on and 
off, seemingly at will. "Vas..." Jade tried out the name on her tongue.

"Sounds good in your mouth," Vasquez observed, her hand sliding over to 
rest on Jade's thigh, and fingers idly scratching towards its inside. 
Then, in a matter-of-fact voice, "How long you been using steroids?"

Jade chanced one glance at Vasquez, and immediately decided that she'd 
be much better off being entirely truthful. "I'm only on my second 
cycle."

"Deca?" Vasquez wondered aloud.

"Yeah," Jade confirmed. Deca was perhaps the most benign of the 
steroidal drugs, in terms of side-effects.

"Fuck!" Vasquez breathed. "And you grew that clit? Shit, you better be 
careful, or you're gonna end up like me..."

"Like you?" Jade could not help but ask, a question that Vasquez had 
apparently been waiting for, because she favored Jade with a smile of 
pure evil.

"You'll find out soon enough, lover." The hand now caressed Jade's 
thigh openly. "How often do you work out?"

"I take Friday and Sunday off, except for cardio, of course."

Vasquez grunted appreciatively. "It shows. You got a hell of a body, 
I'm really gonna enjoy taking it for a spin."

"Uh... thanks."

"My pleasure, believe me." Vas rolled the car to a stop at a traffic 
light just before the 101 Freeway, and took the opportunity to point to 
the glove compartment. "There's a blindfold in there... get it."

"Excuse me?" Jade said incredulously, and was instantly sorry when Vas 
turned a dark glance on her.

"Don't make me pull over and teach you a lesson..." the cop said in a 
low, dangerous tone, although the evil smile played on her face. "Get 
the fucking blindfold, and put it the fuck on." Then, in a softer 
voice, "Don't worry, it's almost dark, nobody's gonna see, and you can 
slouch down if you want. But where I'm taking you has got to stay a 
secret."

Jade did as she was told, remarking to herself with the part of her 
brain that was still rational how interesting it was, that fear and 
sexual arousal could be so closely connected. Vasquez may have said she 
had no wish to rape Jade, but sometimes her treatment tasted very 
similar, and to her deep surprise, Jade found herself privately 
enjoying the sensation.

God, how trite, Jade scolded herself, I'm every man's dream, the woman 
who secretly wants to be forced into sex. Still, the moisture between 
her legs was undeniable, enough so that Jade briefly fantasized about 
what "teach you a lesson" might have entailed...

Jade positioned the blindfold to block out all sight, then sat still 
while Vasquez checked to make sure. "Good girl," she approved. "Keep 
that up, you gonna make me very happy." This, of course, set off a 
whole new round of fantasies.

They then drove for what must have been nearly an hour in total 
silence, only the sound of the wind rushing by. At last, the sound of 
the freeway was left behind, for the much quieter rush of privileged 
side-streets. Vasquez seemed content to let Jade enjoy, or stew, in the 
silence.

"It's cooler," Jade said at length, as she listened to the throaty 
Mustang negotiate some quiet, intimate neighborhood. "Very quiet, too. 
Neighborhood's probably expensive. And we've been climbing for awhile. 
Brentwood?"

Jade heard a soft, mock-rueful laugh. "Well, I said I liked 'em 
smart..." was her captor's ironic reply. At that moment, Jade heard a 
cellphone ring.

"Vasquez," the cop answered, the phone obviously belonging to her. 
"Yeah, I'm almost there." A bark of laughter. "No kidding! Thanks, 
Johnny, tell Dee I owe her." Another laugh. "Well, anything but that. 
Tell her look, but don't touch, or I'll take it out of her ass..." A 
moment of silence, then, "Yeah, I'll bet she would... Hey, got the 
house in sight, see you in a sec..."

There was the telltale beep of the connection closure. "Okay, Snow 
White, listen up. This house belongs to some friends of mine. The 
blindfold comes off once were inside. Be nice and do everything I tell 
you, okay?" The tone was firm, but not harsh.

"Okay," Jade said, wondering for the first time if perhaps being booked 
at the station might not have been less embarrassing.

"And be polite, these people are powerful."

Jade swallowed. Anyone powerful enough to give Officer Vasquez pause 
must be important indeed... "I understand."

"Good. Now, one last thing." Jade felt Vasquez's hot breath against her 
neck, close by her ear. "From now on, I expect total obedience from 
you. You are mine until dawn, body and soul. Anything I want, you give 
me. You give me any bullshit or mouth, I will punish you, and I'm not 
talking slap on the wrist, you read me?" Though her voice was quiet, 
the young cop spread the full force of her powerful, authoritative 
personality all over Jade. It was enough to make Jade shiver.

"Yes, I understand," Jade responded quickly.

Then, a long moment of silence.

"Do you trust me, Jade?

"Not to hurt me? Yes." Jade took a deep breath, swallowed hard.

"But you know I'm gonna take you places you've never been before..."

"Yes." Jade's voice was down to a whisper.

"After tonight, you're gonna know what it's like to feel a woman's clit 
under your tongue. To put your tongue up her cunt. My cunt. My clit. 
And that's just the beginning. Are you afraid?"

"Yes..."

"Of me?"

"Yes..."

"Of what's about to happen?"

"Yes!" Jade hissed.

Another moment of silence, marked only by the stead beat of hot breath 
against the side of Jade's neck. Then, "I am so fucking turned on right 
now." A mouth closed over Jade's, a hot, sweet female mouth both 
expressive and possessive, a mouth that kissed with the passion and 
arousal of a man. Vasquez's tongue searched deeply and urgently, 
sensually assaulting Jade's mouth. For a long minute, the cop was all 
over Jade, her hands touching Jade's shoulders, her face, her hair, her 
breasts, gently pinching her nipples, which sent jolts directly to 
Jade's clit. Jade found herself almost helplessly kissing back, and 
every time she opened her mouth more to the cop, Vasquez took immediate 
and total advantage. At the end, they kissed like whores, tongues deep 
in each other's mouths, frenching like the most intimate of lovers.

Vasquez broke the kiss deliberately, leaving then both breathing hard, 
and Jade sat trembling, still blindfolded, as the cop carefully licked 
her face and chin clean of spit, with that long, wild tongue. "Fuck, 
you are sexy!" came a hoarse whisper, "Half of me wants to take you 
into the backseat and fuck the shit out of you right here." Her lips 
closed on Jade's chin, kissed, licked. The lips brushed Jade's again, 
and Jade surprised herself by parting her own in anticipation...

"No..." she heard Vasquez breath quietly, her voice husky. "If I kiss 
you again, we'll never get out of this car." Again, the breath was on 
her neck. "Okay, first order of the night, I want you to totally relax, 
don't fight what's going to happen. If something scares you, you can 
tell me, but understand, it's gonna happen anyway. I promise, I'll go 
slow and work hard to make sure you love every second of your time with 
me."

With that, the breath left her neck, and Jade heard the motor die. The 
car door opened, and Jade heard Vasquez come around to the passenger 
side, open the door. Something hooked Jade's handcuffs, pulled her from 
the seat, a hand on Jade's head so she wouldn't bang it on the door 
sill.

"Game time..."


Act Five:

"God, Juanita," came a woman's voice, in an odd, foreign accent that 
sounded English, but not quite. The woman's tone was playful, frisky, 
and just the littlest bit condescending. "You certainly like them 
butch, don't you?"

"It seems to me..." responded a new voice, male, deep and resonant, 
again English-accented. Not a "proper" English accent, it was studied 
and precise, but somehow earthy. "...That Juanita has proved on many 
occasions that her tastes also run to the feminine." The voice was also 
playful, in a subtle, ironic way.

"I suppose," the new female voice again. "Still, it's been far too long 
since she's proven it."

"Yeah, an entire week," came Vasquez's voice, dripping mellow sarcasm. 
"Johnny, you gotta keep this woman better fed, man... She's fucking 
voracious. Speaking of which..."

"Not to worry, Juanita," the woman responded crisply, mock-hurt by the 
supposition. "My dear husband relayed your typically unequivocal 
message. I can assure you I've kept my hands off of that delicious toy 
of yours, despite severe temptation. However," and here, the voice took 
a dominatrix-turn that nearly rivaled Vasquez's, "I will see you, and 
your toy, here next weekend, and bring an overnight bag. Is that 
clear?" It was an order, and Jade could scarcely believe it when she 
heard Vasquez's reply, offered with strange formality:

"As you wish, Mistress."

"There, you see?" came the reply. "Even animals can be taught... If 
only she behaved as well as Buck..."

"That's enough, Dee," came the resonant male voice, the woman's 
husband, it seemed clear to Jade. "Perhaps Juanita isn't the only one 
that needs training." Despite the woman's air of superiority, it was 
clear that the man owned her.

"Fucking-A to that," was Vasquez's more-than-ironic reply.

"I can easily arrange to have both of you trained," the male voice 
countered, still friendly, but now backed by a surprising amount of 
steel. "The two of you will play nice, at least for tonight, is that 
clear?"

"Of course, dearest," Jade heard the woman, "Dee," reply.

"Yes, sir," Vasquez growled softly.

"Now," the man continued, "Darling, why don't you go warm up the Jag, 
and I'll follow you presently."

"Don't be long," Dee purred. After a moment, Jade heard the click of 
heels on the hardwood floor. They approached her, and Jade suddenly 
smelled very expensive French perfume.

"May I be permitted a taste before I go?" came Dee's voice, all peevish 
mock-submission, right next to Jade.

"It's the least I can offer you," Vasquez's voice called, "for letting 
me use the house tonight. You guys gonna be gone all weekend?"

"Yes," the man, "Johnny," replied easily. "Dee's been pining for the 
beach house in Santa Barbara. Stay as long as you like, there's plenty 
of food in the walk-in."

Breath at Jade's ear, a light kiss planted on the side of her neck, 
then a tongue running up to her lobe, which was chewed sensually. Jade 
shivered, totally at a loss for what to do, except stand and take it.

"I've a bit of advice for you," came the quiet, devious whisper in 
Jade's ear, "when Juanita sets you to sucking that ridiculous mutation 
she calls her clitoris, put a finger up her asshole, and stroke back 
towards her belly. Drives her absolutely insane..." And after that, 
Jade found herself being kissed by her second woman in as many days, 
this time carefully, with quick, incisive spears of tongue. It was 
almost clinical, as if she were sampling some tasty culinary dish.

Finally, the tongue slipped from her mouth. "Mmmm, I like this one, 
Juanita..." the woman laughed, then her heels departed.

"Juanita tells me that your name is Jade." The man's voice. Obviously, 
a man of power and influence, yet one who wore the mantle well. His 
cologne, a subtle, masculine musk, fit him well.

"Yes," Jade replied, wondering what was going on.

"And you are in her unofficial custody as the result of driving under 
the influence of alcohol?"

Jade cringed inside. "Yes." This was like confessing to a priest...

The man was silent for a moment. "I take it you won't be repeating that 
mistake?"

"You've a talent for understatement," Jade could not help but respond 
to the man's dry, measured tones. She could almost sense Vasquez 
somewhere near at hand, hanging on her words. Somehow, this little 
conversation was important, to both of them.

"You're not the first person to so remark. And are you here of your own 
free will, Jade?" The question was unexpected, but the man obviously 
meant it with total seriousness. "Despite what dear Juanita may have 
told you, I would be happy to arrange for your safe escort to a nearby 
police station, where you could give a full accounting of your recent 
experiences with Officer Vasquez."

"Yes, I chose to be here, and no, I won't be leaving," Jade responded, 
now fully cognizant of her own interest in upcoming events, as well as 
her own growing attraction to the unusual policewoman. Yes, I am 
attracted to her, to the thought of... having sex with her... The man's 
question forced Jade to confront the reality of what was about to 
happen.

Jade could almost feel the man's eyes on her. Finally, "I believe you." 
A moment of silence, then, "I can see you're frightened." A soft laugh. 
"Trust me, you couldn't be in safer hands. I've been trying to hire 
Juanita away from the LAPD to take over my security arrangements for 
some time now. She won't hurt you, that I can promise. Enjoy yourself 
tonight."

At that moment, there came the distant bleat of a car horn.

"I think you better go deal with that, boy," Jade heard Vasquez laugh.

Jade, feeling oddly comfortable, perhaps for the first time since 
encountering Vasquez, could not resist. "High maintenance?" she asked 
innocently.

As Vasquez gave a convulsive laugh, the man answered with tinder-dry 
humor, "My dear, you have no idea..." With that, he was gone.

After a moment, Jade heard Vasquez's boots approach, solid, heavy 
footfalls Jade was surprised by the casual arm that the cop slipped 
around her waist. "I think you impressed him," offered in a quiet, 
amused voice. "Believe me, that takes talent. He doesn't impress 
easily."

"Well, it's a talent I share with you," Jade answered. "He seems to 
think the world of you. It sounds like you have a very interesting 
relationship with both of them."

An ironic bark of laughter. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah," Jade said emphatically, honestly curious. "You'll excuse me for 
saying, but I don't need my eyes to tell me that these people seem a 
little out of your league."

"Mmmm, gonna take that one out of you ass tonight, bitch..." came the 
purr in Jade's ear. Yet, Jade felt no fear, for the assurance was 
friendly, warm... almost loving. "Actually, as I'm sure you've guessed, 
Johnny's wife, Dee, is a total, complete slut, a clinical nymphomaniac. 
Without his knowledge, she starts putting ads in swingers' magazines, 
on the internet, that sort of thing. I ran into her in an online 
chatroom, we talked for about a month, then arranged to meet, with me 
having no idea she was richer than god. That was more than a year ago, 
been coming up here ever since."

"Sounds like an equitable friendship."

Jade was surprised by female lips briefly planted on hers and a light 
swipe of tongue, which Jade was learning to accept without totally 
vapor locking. "You could say that," Vasquez laughed softly after 
parting mouths. "God knows how Johnny managed her without me, she fucks 
like a bitch in heat 24/7. And Johnny definitely makes it worth my 
while to help keep Dee entertained. There's about ten thousand dollars 
worth of his gratitude in my Mustang, for starters..."

"And aren't there rules against police officers accepting gifts like 
that?" Jade asked impishly, unable to help herself.

The hot domination, the total authority was back instantly, with a 
vengeance. Jade gasped as her arms were grabbed with the speed of a 
cobra, and Jade found herself spun around. Hot breath licked at her 
face, inches away. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, there are..." hissed in 
a deadly, kinky whisper. "Just like there are rules against cops going 
around extorting sex from criminals."

Jade felt her hands yanked up by the chain of the handcuffs, then a 
thin length of cold metal was brushed over her twitching fingertips. 
"You know what this is?

"A key."

"A key to what?"

"My handcuffs."

"That's right," the whisper responded, full of obscene promises. "Guess 
what you're gonna have to do to earn it, cunt..." she breathed quietly, 
her voice seductive and lethal. Somehow, Vasquez made the obscenity 
sound like a high sexual compliment, such that Jade's breath caught in 
her throat when she heard it. Vasquez saw it, smiled a truly evil 
smile.

In a very short amount of time, Jade found out...


Act Six:

Hardwood floors gave way to plush carpet under Jade's shoes, as the 
firm hands on Jade's shoulders marched her blindly, forcing Jade to lay 
her trust in her captor, who guided Jade as surely as would Jade's own 
eyes.

A series of turns led Jade through what was obviously a home of 
expansive size. Then, the young cop guiding her said simply, "Stairs," 
and guided Jade down a long flight, which ate up all further noise. 
Then, a doorway, step through into what sounded from her footfalls like 
a large room smelling lightly of rubber, leather, and clean sweat...

"Mmmm," Jade heard Vasquez murmur. "Perfect. Fucking perfect..." Jade 
sensed Vasquez step around her now, and then the young cop lifted the 
chain of her handcuffs. Helplessly, Jade was led forward by the cuffs, 
to her fate.

"Stand here, and don't move." Vasquez's voice was all business now, 
excruciatingly professional, just as if she were writing a traffic 
ticket. "Time for a surprise," came her voice, now low and dangerous, 
in Jade's ear. There was a pause, then hands grasped her head. 
Suddenly, the blindfold was pulled free.

Jade blinked, although the lighting was agreeably low. As such, it took 
her a moment to realize that it was not Vasquez who held her blindfold, 
but her partner, Darryl Hicks. Even more shockingly, Hicks was 
gloriously naked except for a very masculine white jockstrap, which 
contained what was clearly a very healthy amount of semi-erect cock. 
The man's bare chest, arms, and shoulders displayed the results of 
dedication in the gym, for a delicious amount of hard muscle lay 
beneath his smooth, lightly bronzed skin.

Hicks stepped back a pace to take a position next to Vasquez, and the 
both of them examined their captive from head to toe for several silent 
moments. Jade found her breath coming in quick pants, and after a 
moment, she found it difficult to confront those lusty, obscene stares. 
Her eyes wandered around what turned out to be a bedroom of some sort, 
except there were no windows. She visually cataloged a king-sized bed, 
several chairs, an expensive-looking entertainment center with a large 
television. To the side was what looked like an expensive, padded 
massage table. Under the table, taking up perhaps half the room, was 
the well-scrubbed rubber mat upon which Jade now stood.

Jade's eyes wandered back to the bed, and its four thick wooden posts. 
Each of the posts was drilled through with stout O-rings, from which 
hung leather buckles on chrome chains. Back to the massage table, which 
Jade also saw was equipped with similar leather cuffs.

Motion caught Jade's eyes, as Vasquez slipped off her leather jacket. 
She shrugged out of her leather holster and hung her gun over one of 
the bed's posts. From her jacket, she retrieved a slender object, then 
tossed the jacket over the back of a nearby chair.

It wasn't until the object sprang open with a metallic "snick" that 
Jade realized it was a switchblade that the cop held. She handed it to 
Hicks

"Strip her," she said, simply, and folded her arms, preparing to watch.

Jade was able to witness that for only a moment before the handsome 
male cop stepped in front of her. His friendly smile was at odds with 
the knife in his hands. "Hold still," he said, in a low, breathy voice 
both shy and confident. He gathered the front of Jade's t-shirt in one 
hand, and carefully slid the knife through the fabric, sliced down and 
away with surgical precision. The shirt simply fell away from Jade's 
body. Hicks stepped behind her to deal with her bra, which brought 
Vasquez once more into Jade's view. The woman's eyes were all over her, 
roaming up and down her body, yet calmly, almost detached.

Jade felt a sharp tug, and her bra fell to the floor. Vasquez growled 
some sort of undefinable, animal noise in her throat and continued to 
watch, her dark eyes examining Jade's bare breasts.

"She's got nice lats," Hicks said softly from behind, as he reached 
around Jade to unzip her jeans.

"Mmmm," Vasquez purred noncommittally. "Typical weightlifter's tits," 
she observed, her eyes finding Jade's, holding them, "but her nipples 
are fucking gorgeous."

"Sorry they're not big enough for you," Jade said, daring to keep her 
eyes level with Vasquez's.

The cop smiled wickedly. "I like 'em like that," she replied, with a 
meaningful glace at her breasts. "You heard Dee, I like my women 
butch."

Hicks tossed Vasquez's knife back to her, then tugged Jade's jeans to 
the floor in one fluid motion. Another moment for her shoes and socks, 
and all too suddenly, Jade was naked before the latina cop.

"Kneel."

The single word was uttered by Vasquez in a lewd, silky voice that 
demanded, and expected, total submission. Slowly, Jade did as she was 
told. Her eyes followed Hicks as he rejoined Vasquez, and she saw the 
female cop smile at her partner, a wicked grin full of obscene 
promises. As Hicks bent his head to hers, Vasquez backed her head away 
coyly for a moment, then licked at his lips before allowing her partner 
to slide his tongue into her mouth. The two cops frenched intensely for 
a brief moment, their eyes staring into each other's heads, Hicks hands 
resting on Vasquez's high, driving ass, her own hands lightly touching 
his hips. Their kiss broke amid a string of saliva connecting their 
mouths.

Without speaking a word, Hicks then began to strip Vasquez naked. All 
the while, as her magnificent body came slowly into view, Vasquez's 
dark latin eyes held Jade's like prisoners, a smile of pure debauchery 
traced on her full lips.

The woman proved a muscular goddess incarnate; Jade could no more have 
denied it than she could have stopped breathing. The woman was several 
inches shorter than Jade, but Jade was fairly certain Vasquez weighed 
about as much as she did, if not more. It was also clear that the 
woman's bodyfat percentage was phenomenally low, probably a third of 
Jade's, if not lower. This served to bring every muscle on the police 
officer's body into spectacular, graphic highlight. This, combined with 
the breathtaking size of the muscles themselves, was enough to shatter 
whatever inhibitions Jade had left. There could be no witnessing such a 
vividly muscular body, regardless of its gender, and not be left 
thoroughly impressed and aroused.

Jade's eyes roamed up and down the smooth, dark-caramel latin skin, 
stretched deliciously thin and tight to contain the muscles. There was 
so much to look at, Jade didn't know where to begin. Vasquez's 
latissimus dorsi were cobra-thick, totally visible even from the front. 
The shoulders were amazingly wide, with deep clefts between each of the 
deltoid regions. The biceps were gloriously full and swollen, bursting 
with ripe strength. The tattoo ring Jade had seen earlier seemed to 
dance as the bicep flexed gently. Swollen, prominent anterior veins ran 
up each of Vasquez's muscular arms, and her pectorals were thick and 
large enough to add substantial cleavage to her already full breasts, 
each of which bore the fine underlying scar of an excellent surgical 
augmentation. Vasquez had chosen wisely, giving her tits enough size to 
bring them into full notice, yet not overwhelm her relatively short 
torso. The nipples were a very dark brown tinted slightly with red. As 
Jade had noticed before, the woman's nipples were also quite large, 
larger the Jade's own, with vivid aureoles and stiff prominent teats, 
each of which was pierced with a small gold hoop. Additionally, Vasquez 
bore a stark, sharply drawn tattoo on her right breast, a deliciously 
sado-masochistic spiked ring in pure, deep-black ink circling the right 
nipple just outside the dark-brown perimeter of the aureole.

Vasquez's stomach was perhaps her most vividly muscular feature, both 
for the size and prominence of the abdominal muscles and for her low 
bodyfat, which cut deep, graphic cleaves between the bands of muscle. 
The abdominals were sufficiently well developed to have stretched the 
woman's navel into a wide oval. The muscles on the sides of her ribcage 
were graphically displayed such that even at rest, they looked ripped, 
the neatly combed fibers of the muscles visible beneath the coffee 
skin. Vasquez sported another tattoo on that incredible rippling belly, 
visible just above the low-slung waist of her jeans; like the other 
tats on the cop's body, it was sharply drawn in smooth, vivid jet-black 
ink. The design combined the symbols for man and woman together as one 
conjoined glyph, the central circle enclosing her navel.

Vasquez slowly stepped out of her jeans after having had them slid down 
by her partner. To her immense credit, it was immediately apparent that 
the young cop had not ignored her legs, which were in perfect symmetry 
with her upper body. Each of her thighs were powerful and thick, the 
smooth dark skin proudly displaying all of the regions of her huge 
quadriceps, fine veins standing in relief as an intricate net covering 
the thick plates of muscle.

Vasquez half-turned, and Jade nearly gasped at the hamstrings, each of 
which marched up the backs of Vasquez's legs like thick, veiny 
branches, to join buttocks that were amazingly large, yet contained not 
an ounce of fat. The thick, driving gluts bore deep, concave dimples 
which testified to their muscular content. Additionally, Vasquez's back 
was simply to be envied, for the erector spinae were each like thick 
ropes, the spinal cleft between them phenomenally deep and well-
defined. The woman's waist was not particularly small, given the 
incredible development of her rib muscles and abdominals, but given the 
extraordinary, wing-like development of her lats, the effect was to 
provide Vasquez with perfect, goddess-like symmetry. Jade spied yet 
another tattoo, a six-inch long stiletto-like design bisecting her 
upper back where the spinal cleft gave way to the broad, thick expanse 
of her rear deltoids and lats. The design was again drawn in sharp, 
heavy, dark-black ink, quit! e vivid even against Vasquez's dark latin 
skin. It appeared oddly medieval, even slightly demonic, for the long, 
tapered lower shaft of the design was ribbed, almost like a spiny bone 
dagger, while the upper shaft was extensively filigreed, and the 
crossguard, high on the shaft, spread out across her back in a slightly 
curving upward arc, giving the overall design the fleeting rep 
resentation of some dark rune of power.

Now absolutely, magnificently naked, Vasquez turned her head lazily, 
her powerful, muscular arms at ease by her sides, as her partner rose 
from his knees, tossing her pants and boots aside. He covered her mouth 
with his, and the two began to neck slowly, their tongues deep in each 
other's mouths, obviously exploring, while Hicks' hands touched, then 
began to caress, Vasquez's exquisite body, his hands light against her 
dark skin. She glistened slightly in the low lighting of the room, and 
Jade could smell the light mixture of her sweat and cologne.

Hicks' hand slowly descended Vasquez's belly, rubbing gently, and Jade 
followed its travel until she at last studied the woman's cunt, just 
below the man's searching fingers. And that was when she saw it, as 
Hicks pulled back its thick, tender hood.

The woman's clitoris was huge!

Vasquez pubic area was carefully shaved absolutely smooth and bare, 
which only served to highlight, even emphasize, the truly, unnaturally 
massive size of her clitoris. Jade must have uttered an audible gasp, 
Dee's earlier words echoing in her head. Truly, it appeared as an 
abnormality, a mutation.

"My god, you've done a lot of steroids," Jade said deliberately, unsure 
of the steadiness of her voice. Interestingly, this drew only an odd, 
quiet laugh from Vasquez, as if she were enjoying a private joke.

Hicks' fingers were now on either side of the clitoral hood, pulling it 
back so as to better display it to Jade. It was, in almost every 
respect, a small, bright-red cock, thicker than Jade's thumb and over 
two inches in length, maybe two and a half. Small for a cock, Jade 
thought privately, stupendous for a clitoris... It had a lobed head 
shaped exactly like the glans of a man's penis and a long, distended, 
oddly-ribbed shaft which was more than stiff enough to hold the entire 
structure rigidly erect, so that it protruded obscenely. Indeed, the 
obscenity was rich and vivid: the woman's clit had an actual, well-
defined shaft, such that the lobed "head" stood free of its hooded 
embrace, partially "erect" and curving slightly downward. The upper 
folds of Vasquez's labia were gathered together and attached to the 
ventral surface of the shaft in a manner amazingly reminiscent of the 
underside of a man's penis, except that the attachment point blended 
gradually into the ventral underside of the shaft, tender and fleshy 
near the base, tapered to a fine ridge near the head. The head itself 
was conical and stood entirely, unnaturally free of the rest of her 
cunt. As Hicks carefully manipulated the hood, the whole of the shaft 
shook and wiggled gently.

Jade briefly re-examined Vasquez's muscular body, looking for other 
signs of steroid use, but there were few. The peculiar high/resonant, 
slightly raspy timbre of the woman's voice could be the result of the 
steroids, but Jade found it very pleasing and more than feminine 
nonetheless, and had to admit it added to the young cop's authoritative 
presence. The woman bore a very strong jawline, again perhaps in part 
due to the drugs, but this was again within female parameters, and 
again, Jade found that it was a positive accent. The most revealing 
telltale, other than the size of the clit, was of course the density of 
the pubic hair. Fortunately, Vasquez was clearly devout, even maniacal, 
about her personal hygiene, and kept her pubic hair carefully at bay. 
Still, the lips of her cunt, although smooth enough to be glossy, were 
nearly black with follicle density. Jade never wanted to see this woman 
after a few months without a razor...

"It's..." Jade closed her mouth, began again, choosing her words 
carefully. "I've never seen a clit like yours. It's... uh... unusual."

Vasquez actually laughed. "You got something to say to me?" She looked 
down at herself, at her amazing clit/cock, back up at Jade, all the 
while her partner gently holding its base, now squeezing rhythmically. 
She was daring Jade, they both knew it.

Jade accepted the bait. "It looks like a cock." Glancing up, Jade 
suddenly realized that the male/female symbolism of Vasquez's belly 
tattoo made a lot more sense now. My god, she's proud of it!

Vasquez's eyes rose, looked deep into Jade's face, re-evaluating her. 
Then, a simple, murmured "Like it?" The woman's dark eyes followed 
Jade's. "When you suck this clit, and you're gonna suck it," she said 
meaningfully, "you better be very fucking gentle, 'cause it's sensitive 
as shit..." Her tone was deadly serious, even as Hicks' hands continued 
to caress her nude body. As if to emphasize the point, Jade saw Hicks 
wet his index finger in Vasquez's mouth, which she sucked carefully for 
a moment, then bring it the her phenomenal clitoris. He gently touched 
the underside of the shaft, lifting it slightly, and Vasquez gasped 
softly, her eyes closing. A sensual grimace curled her upper lip into 
an unbelievably sexual look of sweet, urgent pain.

"Ssssss," Vasquez hissed softly, the grimace intensifying as Hicks 
slowly rubbed his finger lightly on the head of her huge clit. She 
opened her mouth to his again, and they soul-kissed slowly, 
passionately, for nearly a minute. The woman's nipples erected into 
even stiffer dark-brown cones, which lifted the gold hoops forward, 
suspended them in space. The dark aureoles became dotted with prominent 
goosebumps.

Finally, Vasquez broke their kiss, reluctantly, her clitoris now even 
larger, a full two-and-a-half inches with an amazing, bulbous, 
unnaturally cock-like head. For a moment, the woman's tongue slid out 
to full length and danced over Hicks' lips, and Jade saw for the first 
time how truly long and unnaturally prehensile it was. It's tip was 
dagger slim and curled in almost dog-like fashion. What that could do 
to a man, or a woman, was open to conjecture, but Jade had several 
ideas.

"Shit, enough," Vasquez said softly to her partner, her voice intimate, 
serious. The dark eyes fell back to Jade, and she was no longer 
smiling; lust and hot need, carefully restrained, were etched on her 
handsome latina features.

Unexpectedly, Vasquez then knelt down before Hicks, and her demeanor 
was suddenly one of worship, intense intimacy. She looked up into the 
man's green eyes as she reached forward, cupped, and lifted his 
swelling, cloth-encased cock. It was struggling mightily to break free 
of its fabric confines. Carefully, the woman pulled down the jockstrap, 
and revealed the most beautiful cock Jade had ever seen.

It was deliciously long, perhaps nine or ten inches, and cut. More 
impressively, although it was phenomenally thick, the glans was not 
huge or grossly bulbous, but rather sleek, almost tapered-looking, 
despite the fact that it was no larger than the thickness of the 
following shaft. The glans was well-defined, and the entire shaft 
appeared supremely masculine.

For a moment, Vasquez simply examined it, a quiet, yet fiery lust in 
her dark eyes. Then, she leaned forward, her muscular body rippling in 
its crouch, almost glowing like warm caramel in the soft light of the 
room. She kissed the head lovingly, then opened her mouth and very 
slowly slid her lips down over the pale meat, her full red-brown lips 
and dark skin marking a vivid contrast.

Jade watched, eerily captivated, as the young policewoman allowed her 
mouth to travel slowly up and down that thick, virile erection, Hicks 
gasped softly, his arms at his side. He made no attempt to touch 
Vasquez, perhaps lest he disturb her bandanna, which she still wore, or 
her sleek, immaculate black hair. Watching as she did, Jade could 
plainly see the monumental skill of the woman's mouth, obviously 
extensively practiced in the fine art of fellatio. Up and back her 
expressive, cunning red-brown lips slid, holding tender communion with 
the pale, mighty shaft. At length, Jade saw Vasquez's cheeks hollow 
deeply as she sucked strongly at the swelling cock, so that Hicks began 
to grunt softly. Often, Vasquez's eyes reached up to meet those of her 
partner, and whatever intimacy they shared, it was clearly very deep, 
long-established, and mutually agreeable.

When Vasquez finally relented and allowed the wet shaft to escape her 
mouth, Jade found herself tingling strongly all over. It was perhaps 
the most sexual act she'd ever witnessed. The blowjob had left the man 
rock-hard, the glans still agreeably sized but now shiny and purpled 
with engorgement. When he moved his legs, Jade saw that Hicks' balls 
were absolutely smooth and hairless. In fact, Hicks had almost no pubic 
hair whatsoever, although a pubic shadow trail was evident. He also, it 
seemed, shaved carefully and regularly.

Vasquez rose, her quads tensing into huge, powerful cords. She looked 
down at Jade, as a goddess looks down upon a mortal.

"I think it's time you said hi to Dare," she breathed. "You bite him 
and I'll fucking kill you."

It was not immediately clear to Jade's aroused brain what Vasquez had 
meant until Hicks was literally presenting his erect cock to her face. 
Then, the full force and intent of Vasquez's order was made abundantly 
clear. With literally no time to think, Jade simply reacted in the way 
her body insisted...

She opened her mouth, and Hicks promptly filled it with cock.

It was still wet with Vasquez's spit, a fact which irrationally aroused 
Jade even further. Also, she tasted velvety sweet/salt at the tip as 
Hicks slid the glans into her mouth, the telltale of precum, which 
aroused her further still. The thought of Vasquez "handing off" the 
sexual pleasure of her partner to Jade, the two women acting in concert 
to suck the man's cock for his sexual entertainment (and likely 
preparation for further sexual activity) was almost unbearably 
arousing, like nothing Jade had ever experienced. She was as aroused as 
she'd ever been in her life, and they'd only just started with her!

Jade sucked on that gorgeous cock using every bit of her own not-
inconsiderable skills, honed on over a dozen different men over her 
lifetime. She kept it slow and hot, consciously choosing to use 
Vasquez's approach, which Hicks seemed to like, if the soft groan he 
uttered was any indication.

"She any good?" Jade heard Vasquez ask from somewhere far away from her 
lust-soaked brain.

"Yeah," Hicks said simply, his voice tight and breathy.

Then, thrillingly, Jade became aware of Vasquez's face next to hers, 
inches away, watching intently as she sucked her partner. For a long 
moment, the woman simply observed, the sweat and musk of her cologne 
mingling with the more (but interestingly, not much more) masculine 
scent of the wet, thick cock in her mouth.

"Her mouth's been around," Vasquez murmured at length, in a kinky voice 
mixing clinical observation with slight, egotistical superiority, a 
tone that Vasquez could render with thrilling skill. Then, incredibly, 
Vasquez reached between Hicks' legs and grasped the base of his cock. 
She held it for Jade to suck...

"That's it..." Vasquez breathed quietly, her fingers caressing Jade's 
lips as she sucked, "good... Take him a little deeper... Yeah, that's 
right, perfecto, just like that..." And on and on for a full minute. 
"Back off a little, let him come to you... good, now open up to him, 
let him feel his way into your throat... relax, don't gag, just 
swallow..." Vasquez closely, vocally supervised Jade's blowjob in such 
a way as to drive home both the act of the blowjob itself and her own 
total dominance over Jade with unnatural skill for such a young woman. 
Without even saying it directly, Vasquez overwhelmed Jade with her 
powerful, yet smooth authority. She was every inch the cop, wearing all 
the authority like a badge, yet wearing it well, with all that 
authority arising naturally from her soul. Jade acknowledged it with 
her own soul, for it could not now be denied. True to her word, Officer 
Vasquez owned Jade, body, mind, and soul.

"Okay," Vasquez said at last, her voice indicating the blowjob was at 
an end ever before she mouthed the words, "I think the two of you have 
been properly introduced..." Vasquez caught Jade's chin in her hand, 
turned it, licked at Jade's lips with that long, agile tongue. The wet, 
warm snake slid inside Jade's mouth, to collect the trace spendings of 
her partner. God, I could really get used to the way this woman kisses, 
Jade thought excitedly. For a moment, it struck her, the fact that it 
was another woman with her tongue deep in Jade's mouth, kissing her 
with slow, intense, blatantly sexual passion. It was odd, yet Jade made 
the transition effortlessly, with Vasquez's female gender only adding 
to the kink, rather than its strangeness subtracting from her arousal. 
Jade was totally turned on by this intense, amazing goddess of a woman, 
and freely admitted it to herself. To be sure, the woman's intense, 
almost masculine authority helped that transition immensely, but Jade 
was by no means complaining. Not a man in her life had taken charge of 
Jade so skillfully and powerfully as had this woman; she deserved every 
bit of arousal she'd sparked.

"Stay," Vasquez ordered quietly, in a voice which could not be 
disobeyed, backed by a meaningful glance at Jade. The cop then walked, 
almost strutted, over to the padded massage table and raised its 
backrest, which Jade now saw was adjustable. Carefully, and easily, she 
lifted her muscular frame onto the table, pivoted and lay with her back 
against the rest, her thick, muscular legs before her. A single glance 
at Hicks was sufficient to bring the man to her side, and again with no 
words spoken, he reached down to the side of the table and moved a 
lever, which released the leg rails. It was eerie to watch the two work 
together on such an unspoken, almost telepathic level, as if they'd 
done this before, and once again, Jade realized that other women had 
been here before her.

Hicks walked in front of Vasquez, the two of them looking into each 
other's faces. Although Jade could not see Hicks' face, as his back was 
to her, she saw a kinky look of expectant pleasure on Vasquez's 
features, her eyes bright, alive, glazed with restrained lust.

Again with no words, Hicks spread the rails apart and locked them into 
place, such that more than three feet of empty space lay between 
Vasquez's feet. The woman's kinky smile broadened.

"Bring her over here." Vasquez was now looking directly at Jade.

Hicks lifted Jade from her feet by her handcuffs, and used them to lead 
her over to his partner. She was made to stand directly between her 
legs, in the "V" of the leg rails. The young cop lay before her, 
explicitly displayed, her phenomenal body rippling with hard, thick 
muscle even at rest, the creamy smooth caramel skin glistening with a 
light sheen of sweat, the dark-brown nipples fully erect, the 
extraordinary clitoris even moreso, protruding straight up from her 
cunt, begging for attention. Impossibly, it looked even more cock-like 
than before, if such was possible; the ribbed shaft, arguably within 
the extreme realm of clitoral variance before, had now extended, 
lengthened, the whole of the woman's unnatural structure now some three 
inches in length, placing the organ in an entirely different, 
mutagenous category. The labia were visibly wet, their carefully shaved 
texture sufficient to give them a shiny, almost black appearance. The 
tendons lining the insides of Va! squez's thick, widespread thighs 
appeared as thick steel cords, twitching occasionally in latent 
tension. The thick ribs of abdominal musculature were distended by 
sexual tension into vivid relief, and the torso rose and fell with 
deep, regular breaths, as if the woman were making a deliberate effort 
to relax herself and her incredible body. In preparation...

The clitoris protruded nearly straight up from the cop's belly, the 
ribs now startlingly clear and well-defined. At home, Jade owned a 
dildo, a slim one, equipped with ridges to heighten the experience of 
penetration. It was this tool that Vasquez's clitoris-thing resembled. 
And, there was simply no rationalizing its astounding length. It stood 
free of the woman's vagina, exactly like a cock, curving up in a 
graceful, not-quite fully erect arc, like an eel slipping from its 
recess. It's color was, of course, not even vaguely human... More like 
a dog's penis: bright-red, tender-looking.

Jade felt several emotions at once, but dominating were clinical 
fascination, again the kinky trace of disgust, curiosity, and...

"Like what you see?" Vasquez asked, in a self-assured tone which 
indicated she already knew the answer. The woman consciously twitched 
the muscles of her flat, sculpted abdomen, and made her clit twitch as 
well, several times. Ah, her youth shines through...

"Yes," Jade breathed. The final emotion was deep, undeniable arousal.

"I like what I'm seeing, too," Vasquez responded coolly, her half-
lidded eyes lazily examining Jade's own nude body. "You've put some 
serious work into that bod," a nod of her head indicating the obvious.

Jade took a deep breath. "It would take me years and discipline I don't 
have to even approach your level of development." Jade raised her blue 
eyes to the cop's dark ones. "You are absolutely gorgeous."

Vasquez smiled a slow, kinky smile of obvious satisfaction, as if 
acknowledging the obvious. The cop possessed a towering pride, but 
again, she wore it well.

Slowly, Vasquez opened her hand, and held up the key to Jade's 
handcuffs. "Earn it," she said, simply, an expectant look on her face.

For a moment, Jade simply froze, trembling all over, her brain turned 
to jelly. Here at last, the full impact of her acceptance of the cop's 
illicit offer was rammed home. She had no choice but to follow through, 
and sexually pleasure the beautiful, muscular creature, a woman, laying 
before her.

Slowly, Jade reached her hands forward, still cuffed of course, and 
touched the woman's bare thigh. The thick, massive quadricep beneath 
was amazingly hard and tight, its texture clearly discernible through 
the thin, silky skin. Jade could smell Vasquez easily now, an 
intoxicating, that strangely masculine scent of sweat and musky, 
cinnamony cologne, odd yet arousing, merely another facet of the 
woman's proud, sensually aggressive persona.

Helplessly, unable to deny the lust coursing through her body, Jade 
sank slowly to her knees, such the her head became even with Vasquez's 
awesome legs. She found herself looking directly up into the woman's 
cunt, which was slightly spread apart by the position of her legs, 
glistening moisture visible as a trail seeping from the bottom of the 
dark slit. The vaginal slit itself was deliciously neat; the labia were 
minimal and very tight, although Jade once again marveled at how dark 
they were, almost as if they belonged to a Negress. Even up close, Jade 
saw that the entirety of the woman's pubic area was shaved bare and 
smooth with great care, which involved obvious work, for the shadow of 
her pubic trail extended in a dark circle all the way around her anus.

Vasquez's asshole caught Jade's attention, for although exceedingly 
tight and muscular, the rubbery band was large and protruded slightly. 
Not grossly so, Jade decided, but still, it appeared slightly, 
interestingly swollen, as if sensitive and begging for penetration. It 
was certainly easy to find, and Jade remembered suddenly Dee's 
whispered advice to her. Even under close examination, the puckered 
ring was utterly devoid of pubic hairs, despite the pubic shadow, and 
the orifice glistened as a result of the secretions dripping from 
Vasquez's open, obviously aroused cunt. The moisture only highlighted 
her anus that much more. As a final kink, the anal orifice flexed and 
twitched gently, as if anticipating the very penetration it seemed so 
uniquely designed for. The woman's asshole rather reminded Jade of 
Vasquez herself: extreme and atypical, but nevertheless possessed of 
intriguing beauty.

Without conscious thought, Jade turned her head and planted a kiss on 
the smooth skin of Vasquez's inside thigh. She heard a soft growl of 
arousal in response and tracked its source with her eyes. They found 
the young cop staring down between her legs right at Jade, her lips 
sensually curled in heavy, but carefully restrained, anticipation. Jade 
shivered... There was no mistaking Vasquez's expression for anything 
other than a restrained desire to rip Jade to pieces.

All too easily, Jade found her kiss turning into extensive licking of 
the cop's inner thigh. The texture of the muscles under the skin was 
enthralling. Jade closed her teeth on a big hawser of a tendon, chewed 
gently.

"Easy..." Vasquez said in a quiet, assured voice, totally in charge. 
The dark eyes watched Jade lazily, yet carefully, from beneath half-
lids. However, when Jade bit again, tenderly, Vasquez allowed it with 
no comment other than a soft, lengthy exhale and a sensual twist of her 
face.

Jade kissed her way slowly down the mighty leg, pausing to polish the 
smooth kneecap with her tongue. The woman's body tasted fantastic, 
salty and scrupulously clean. She found that Vasquez's legs were also 
shaved exquisitely bare, so that the skin was silky smooth. Down, down 
Jade performed her intricate oral ballet on the woman's leg, until she 
found herself kissing and licking a smallish, perfect foot, and even 
there she found rigid, vividly defined tendons. Nowhere on the woman's 
body was there so much as an extra ounce of fat.

Jade moved around as she crouched and lifted herself slightly, so that 
she could take each of Vasquez's toes into her mouth and gently suck on 
them. Beyond, she watched Vasquez's face slowly contort into a tight 
expression of sensual distress, a silent scream of stimulation. Jade 
was proud to witness that expression take a turn towards quiet anguish 
when she slid her tongue between the toes, mimicking penetration.

Strangely, it was Jade who now sensed that communication was 
unnecessary. Kneeling between the legs of this goddess of a woman some 
fifteen years younger than herself, a woman whose authority over her 
was total and unquestioned, pleasuring her sexually at her insistence, 
Jade felt somehow connected to her, spiritually and emotionally, and 
certainly physically. Although she'd never before made love to a woman, 
Jade seemed to know instinctively just what to do to bring Vasquez to a 
full, strong state of sexual arousal. To that end, Jade realized when 
the woman's foot had received enough attention and moved over to its 
twin, laved it as well with her tongue, swept the high, firm arched 
underside with long, slow, wet tongue-strokes, again fellated the toes 
and sucked them attentively, all for the latina cop's selfish pleasure.

Finally, Jade allowed her tongue to begin its ascent of the woman's 
other leg, licking slowly upwards, caressing the firm, tight muscles, 
savoring the woman's sweat, occasionally chewing the smooth, dark skin. 
Jade had never been specifically interested in interracial sex, but 
Vasquez was sufficiently dark-complected so that Jade found herself 
enjoying, in a private, kinky way, the contrast of her white, manacled 
hands against the woman's dark-caramel skin; despite Jade's well-
bronzed tan, the contrast was nonetheless intriguing.

It was only when Jade began to lick the woman's belly where her leg 
joined her pelvis that she at last noticed the dark pinpoints of pubic 
stubble under her tongue. She examined the tight, veined skin closely, 
saw that the follicles were thick and dense and extended to the insides 
of her thighs. No wonder she shaves carefully, Jade thought to herself, 
the woman would appear half-animal without the effort. As it was, the 
extreme care the woman had devoted to herself aroused Jade to no end, 
and she licked the smooth skin with equal care, much to Vasquez's 
obvious pleasure. Indeed, soft, intriguing half-moans/half-grunts were 
now slipping occasionally from the cop's mouth, and at least half the 
time Jade glanced up to lock eyes with the woman, she saw that long, 
wild tongue running over the full red-brown lips, keeping them moist as 
her breathing intensified.

Although Jade had already made a conscious decision to bypass Vasquez's 
waiting cunt for the moment, she could not help but use her proximity 
to examine the woman's obscene, unnaturally enlarged clitoris in 
greater detail. As the clean, tangy musk of Vasquez's cunt filled her 
nostrils, Jade began to bathe the woman's lower belly with long, wet 
strokes of her tongue, simultaneously studying the organ up close.

It was, simply, huge. Unnaturally, grotesquely, phenomenally, 
deliciously huge!

Her face inches away, even Jade's hot, quick breath on the organ was 
enough to make the cop moan softly in anticipation. God, what I could 
do... what I will do, to this woman by sucking it! Jade trembled at the 
thought, smiling in dark delight, knowing that she would indeed get the 
chance, to take that monster clit in her mouth and explore the full 
range of its more-than-obvious sensitivity.

Up close, the structure even more closely resembled its male analogy; 
the analogy grew more apropos the closer one examined the structure. 
Its shaft was positively kinky, now a full, obscene inch thick, 
outrageously swollen, those wild, amazing ridges even more evident, 
even more like bands now, circling the shaft. And god help the woman, 
Vasquez's clit had somehow attained an unbelievably four-inch length. 
Jesus, the steroids this woman must have shot! This isn't a clit, it's 
a fucking cock! screamed Jade's brain, wildly. Sucking the woman was 
going to be more like fellatio than cunnilingus, Jade understood all 
too graphically. It glistened in the low light, its lobed, flagrantly 
glans-like head having left behind the upper folds of Vasquez's labia, 
which were nevertheless pulled graphically forward, stretching them. 
The lips were attached to the first inch of the ungodly shaft, 
cunningly fused with a small, red flange of flesh running along the 
underside of the clit shaft. The rest of Vasquez's clitoris was nearly 
free of all fleshy embrace, a free-standing structure. Only the thin, 
fine ridge continued up the underside of the shaft, connecting the 
bands together, until it joined with the underside of the lobed head. 
Even more amazingly, and thrillingly, Vasquez was now erect, like a 
man, firmly and powerfully. The penile similarity was so incredible 
that Jade actually found herself checking the tip of Vasquez's clit for 
a piss slit.

Thankfully, there was none. Still, another inch, and the cop would be 
better endowed than a few men Jade had shared her body with.

With extreme reluctance, Jade turned her face from the awesome shaft 
hanging beneath her face. Her tongue licked the woman's belly, opening 
caressing and flicking over the smooth, dark-caramel skin pulled so 
taut over the muscles, laving the weird, black man/woman tattoo ringing 
Vasquez's navel. A quick check of Vasquez's face was enough for Jade to 
tell that she's just stuck a pin right through the heart of the woman's 
libido. Her expression wavered somewhere on the dark side of urgent 
lust, now not-so-well restrained. As their eyes met, the cop's fine, 
dark brows furrowed in sensual irritation even as her teeth bared 
through drawn-back lips.

"Bitch," she hissed in a hoarse, clearly aroused voice, "you better not 
leave that along too long..." The words were as unambiguous and sincere 
as her sexual arousal, both a warning and a promise. Perhaps it was a 
plea as well. Nevertheless, the woman gave her own upstanding clitoris 
a deliberate, expectant look.

Jade said nothing, began to kiss her way slowly up the woman's bare, 
amazingly muscular torso. The ribbed mid-abdominal muscles were rigid 
with tension and stood out like thick, broad cables sweeping across her 
belly, while the broader plates of her upper and lower abs were like 
veined steel plates inserted under the skin. The clefts between the 
various quadrants were kinky-deep, and Jade spent long minutes tracing 
them with her tongue, licking salt sweat from within them. Finally, 
Jade simply laved them with long, broad strokes of her tongue, which 
Vasquez seemed to particularly enjoy. The woman was gasping lightly now 
as Jade licked her stomach, up, up, until Jade could close her lips on 
the lower curves of Vasquez's high, firm tits.

Again, up close, the woman's nipples seemed constructed specifically to 
be sucked, even moreso than simple procreation would indicate. Each was 
very dark brown subtly tinged with just enough red to identify her 
ethnicity as Hispanic, rather than Negro. Their color made for a 
beautiful contrast with the gold hoops which hung from them. Jade 
brought her manacled hands up to touch them, caress them slowly. When 
Jade's fingers rubbed over those nipples, Vasquez let out her first 
really heavy moan, a long, beautifully quivery sound mixing surprise 
and hot, greedy stimulation.

With obvious effort, the young cop lowered her brawny arms, which had 
threatened to take Jade's head in their grip and force her mouth down 
to them. Jade decided to reward the cop's patience by doing just that. 
Without thought or hesitation, Jade opened her mouth and took the 
woman's right teat between her lips, and very gently sucked.

Vasquez was momentarily electrified. "Ohhhh, fucking cunt, yeah... So 
good, suck it," all offered in a quietly insane voice that begged as 
much as it scolded. Her body quivered beneath Jade's touch, which 
filled Jade with a kind of satisfaction she'd never felt before. To be 
able to do this for another woman was unearthly and thrilling. To have 
her appreciate it so vocally, so physically, was monumentally arousing.

While her mouth pleasured the right nipple, Jade reach up with her 
hands, seeking, then finding, the left nipple. She took the gold hoop 
between her fingers, and tugged as gently as she knew how. The cop 
began making the most amazing sounds, "uhhhs" and "ahhhs" punctuated by 
labored breathing and the occasional, earthy curse, particularly when 
Jade took the hoops between her teeth and tugged lightly. The cop began 
alternately directing and cursing Jade, yet her anger was mild and 
kinky, meant to enhance the sensation of control and domination for 
Jade, doing it very well.

Abruptly, Vasquez could literally stand no more torment. Her arms 
grabbed Jade's shoulders, biceps rippling with unleashed power, and she 
dragged her up to her lips, where the cop plundered Jade's mouth with 
hot, deep spears of that long, kinky tongue. The kiss went on and on, 
becoming deeper, hotter, more passionate, until it reached a frenzy, 
each woman moaning into the other's mouth, tongues dueling like eels, 
lips all over each other, spit running freely.

Finally, Jade broke it, gasping, to find Vasquez's dark, latina eyes 
burning with lust.

"Dios, you sweet fucking cunt!" the cop exclaimed, her own breathing a 
rapid pant, sweat dripping down the side of her face, her body glowing 
with wet lust.

"I am going to eat you alive," Jade heard the urgent, lewd words from 
her own mouth. "I'm gonna go down on that cockshaft you call a clit and 
blow your mind..."

"So get to it, cunt," Vasquez cursed, her face twisted with lust.

Jade slid back down between the leg rails, her hands slipping down 
Vasquez's awesome, nude body, over the slick, caramel flesh.

The pad under the woman's loins was wet with her drippings, her anal 
ring gleaming proudly. As before, the massive clitoris was fully 
distended, no longer bowed by its own weight. It was powerfully erect 
and firm, a bright, shocking red shaft growing from the top of the 
woman's moist cunt. Dimly, Jade became aware of Hicks, sitting in a 
nearby chair, his hands all over a hugely swollen erection, obviously 
teased to the very brink of orgasm. He watched the women with lust-
glazed eyes, drinking in their arousal, as he slowly masturbated 
himself.

Jade looked up Vas' trembling body, beholding muscular, strained 
perfection, the perspiration making the silky caramel skin appear even 
darker and more lustrous. Every muscle seemed to stand out on her 
magnificent body, caught and held in flexure, awaiting application of 
Jade's mouth to the core of her sexuality. The perfect, even white 
teeth were fully bared through full red-brown lips drawn back in lust-
driven contortion.

Jade closed her eyes and bent forward, and tasted the cunt of her first 
female lover.

A long cry of urgent release spilled from Vasquez's mouth, a ragged, 
throaty groan that died with reluctance. Jade extended her tongue along 
the underside of the upstanding clit, back and forth along the little 
flange of tender flesh trailing up the underside, tracing it from the 
lobed head, down along the banded shaft, into the neat, well-stretched 
folds of the upper labia. The clit parted them widely enough for the 
woman's urethra to be plainly visible; it too, like everything else 
about the woman, was rather exaggerated, swollen and dilated and 
obvious. Jade licked the smooth area around Vasquez's pisshole, up and 
down with just her tongue tip, teasing both herself and her captor with 
the nearness of her mouth to the clit towering over her face.

Not wanting to drive Vasquez completely insane, Jade decided at that 
point that she had to know what that clit tasted and felt like in her 
mouth, and what the effect of sucking it slowly and carefully would 
have on the young cop's already dissolving composure. Jade lifted her 
head up and back, a required maneuver given how high Vasquez's 
clitshaft stood over the woman's straining belly. Then, very carefully, 
Jade licked at the underside of the shaft, where the labial folds were 
thickest at their juncture with the base of the shaft.

A deep grunt was forced from the cop's heaving body. The woman's sexual 
flavor was tangy, strong, and delicious. Jade then and there decided 
she wanted to drive the young latina insane, to hear the woman come 
apart under her mouth.

"Suck it, cunt," Vasquez hissed quietly, need etched on her sweaty 
face. Then, after a pause to gasp deeply a few times, she added a 
nearly delirious "... do it!"

To a steady litany of urgently whispered "yeahs" from Vasquez, Jade 
allowed her lips and tongue to slowly ascend the hot, moist shaft to 
the very crown of the woman's astonishing clitoris. Jade gently kissed 
the swollen, bulbous tip, tasting the kinky tang of the butch cop's 
cunt on it. Then, amidst the tortured groans and lusty grunts which 
Vasquez now offered readily and vocally, Jade opened her mouth and slid 
her lips down over the whole of the monstrous structure.

It was exactly, exactly, like sucking a man's penis! Jade first noticed 
that it throbbed powerfully. It was also very, very warm in her mouth. 
After a moment of holding it between her lips, Jade slid her tongue 
down along the underside, caressing the firm, moist flesh, reveling in 
the damnably odd sensation of the woman's insane clitoris filling her 
mouth, sliding past her tongue, spearing into the back of her throat. 
Jade sent her tongue to search the underside of the shaft for areas of 
maximal sensitivity, tracing the bands in sequence, rejoicing in the 
delicious kink: the bands were firm, so very firm! However, the entire 
underside, along the thin ridge of flesh joining head to labia, seemed 
particularly alive with sensation... god, just like a guy! given 
Vasquez's guttural cry of what sounded like exhaustive pleasure. As 
surely as if she were applying hot brands to the woman's skin, Jade 
tortured the young cop with her tongue, with Vasquez urging her on in a 
voice literally shaking with lust.

"Ahh, fuck, yeah..." a pause, punctuated by several deep breaths, then, 
"...s-s-suck it, just like a cock." Vasquez groaned, then groaned 
again, more loudly, as Jade followed her advice. Jade slid her mouth 
all the way down the organ, feeling the ridges in sequence along the 
shaft with her tongue. "Guh... g-g-good girl, good fucking whore, keep 
it up, earn that key."

The whole of Jade's own cunt now burned with the enormity of what she 
was doing, the smell, taste, and feel of the woman under her steadily 
overwhelming her. Jade slipped her mouth gently up and down on the 
woman's bizarre "erection," feeling it throb powerfully, swell larger 
still, all the while Vasquez making the most unearthly moans and grunts 
of sexual enjoyment. The sheer, unnatural kink of the woman's body was 
turning Jade on unbearably, despite the rather aberrant structure of 
the woman's genitalia.

The cop turned her head slowly, her eyes glazed with lust, and from her 
position of subservience between the woman's muscular legs, Jade saw 
Vasquez lock eyes with what must have been her partner, the latter of 
whom she could not see in her current position.

"Uhh, ho... hold onto that cum, okay?" she gasped at her partner. "I'm 
guh...oh... gonna want... a piece of that... when I'm done." Words were 
clearly difficult for the woman, and Jade knew, with supreme mental and 
sexual satisfaction, that she was fulfilling her own desire, to slowly 
drive the butch young cop absolutely insane.

Jade heard the male cop breathe a rather strained-sounding "Yeah..." 
from behind her, in a tone indicating that Jade wasn't the only one in 
the room totally answerable to Vasquez, acknowledging the young cop's 
absolute authority. More than ever, Jade wanted, needed, and was 
uncontrollably driven to give Vasquez a monumental orgasm, if only to 
hear her scream. Jade reached up with her cuffed hands, allowed the 
swollen red flesh of the woman's erect clit to slip into her hand, 
began to slowly massage it, watching the way it glistened with her own 
spit, as if to say, yes, that really was just in my mouth. Under her 
fingers, Jade was shocked by the firmness of the shaft, now in the 
general realm of masculine dimensions and capabilities.

Again, with Vasquez watching with dazed, fascinated eyes that still 
held total domination, Jade hungrily engulfed the torrid clit with a 
hot mouth that needed to further explore Vasquez's amazing "endowment," 
licked and sucked her way down the long shaft past an amazing number of 
those kinky ribs, until her mouth contacted the woman's cunt. Jade sent 
her tongue questing into the vaginal cleft itself, there to eagerly 
lick up the nectar dripping from her spread cunt. The slit was 
simultaneously vice-tight and soaked, and Jade closed her mouth over 
the entire slit, thrusting her tongue inside. Somewhere in the back of 
Jade's throat, she felt the head of Vasquez's unnatural clitoris 
lurking. Incredibly, Vasquez was going deep enough into Jade's mouth to 
flirt with Jade's gag reflex, but Jade was able to control the response 
sufficiently to continue to lick at the woman's labia, while 
simultaneously caressing and massaging her clit with tongue and throat.

"Ohhh, ohhh, OHHHH!" Vasquez cried softly, in a state of striking, 
sustained sexual ecstasy. She no longer seemed to want, or perhaps was 
unable, to offer coherent sentences, instead relying on a more 
primitive level of communication. The woman's clitoris was now 
extremely hard, rigidly, proudly erect under Jade's hot oral worship, 
responding feverishly to Jade's mouth. Jade pulled back on the widely-
dilated hood directly before her lips, exposing even more of the weird 
shaft, and rubbed her finger over the tender connection in slow circles 
while she blew her, something that Vasquez really seemed to like. Jade 
glanced up to see that utter, total arousal had twisted the cop's face 
into a snarl of hot, urgent need, perfect, sharp white teeth bared like 
an animal, breath coming in quick, sharp gasps, sweat dripping from her 
coffee skin. A sweaty, spice-laden musk rose from her awesome body, and 
every vein she possessed seemed to be trying to emerge from beneath the 
tight, velvet skin. As she watched, the woman lifted her hands to her 
own tits, found her nipples, and began to alternately tug gently on the 
gold hoops and squeeze the wet, dark-brown teats themselves.

Jade opened her lips hungrily for the woman's intense clit, devouring 
it, watching the salt perspiration rolling down Vasquez's lower belly 
in wet, lazy beads. Vasquez cried out harshly, her teeth drawing back 
even further, the long, narrow tongue sliding quickly over her lips. 
The cop's fingers were now squeezing her large, dark nipples hard and 
often. The breathing accelerated, her legs began to shake.

Jade had Vasquez very close to cumming!

Which is when she could no longer resist taking Dee's advice. Jade's 
right index finger, which had been stroking in and out of the woman's 
dripping cunthole, now slipped free and descended to the wet, rubbery 
ring below. She circled it briefly, caressing it, feeling it twitch at 
her touch, contract strongly, powerfully.

The young cop's eyes opened wide, and her mouth worked soundlessly, but 
before she could do anything else, Jade slid her finger firmly, 
insistently into the tight, hot orifice. The cuntal lubrication was 
more than enough to reduce the friction to a highly pleasurable level, 
as well as allow unrestricted penetration, and Jade took full advantage 
by sliding the digit all the way up Vasquez's tight, muscular asshole, 
right to the root. She then hooked it forward and stroked up against 
the woman's belly, through both the rectal wall and the vagina, exactly 
as Dee had instructed.

Jade's eyes opened wide as she felt the tender area... the woman's g-
spot was unbelievably well-defined, a flat, very firm node covered in 
what felt like veins. Oh, Jesus... Jade thought in awe, what this 
woman's orgasms must feel like! As firmly as she dared, Jade pressed up 
into the firm patch...

Vasquez cried out in a deliciously strained gasp of a voice, her breath 
coming in convulsive grunts, and she stared at Jade with glazed, 
disbelieving eyes. "Fu... fuck... Fuck!" she groaned, as Jade carefully 
reamed her tensed anus, which clutched her finger with vice-like 
strength. Jade obliged by sliding her finger all the way out, caressing 
the brown ring some more, then sliding it back into her asshole, again 
all the way up. The woman was phenomenally clean and warm inside, and 
to judge by the shattered sounds of intense arousal spilling from her 
mouth, very sensitive as well.

"Dios!" Vasquez swallowed heavily, gasping. "Fucking whore!" she 
cursed. "Hija de puta!" She stared down at Jade in awe. "You sweet 
fucking bitch, y-y-you're... gonna make me... c-c-c..." The final words 
died to a hoarse groan, and Vasquez's face, already etched with sexual 
ecstasy, twisted into a grimace of tortured release.

Within her mouth, Jade felt the woman's massive clitoris-thing swell 
even larger, become even harder, a rigid near-cock held in hot oral 
caress. Jade sucked strongly, her tongue floating all over the fat, 
banded shaft, flicking the connective tissues at its underside rapidly 
back and forth.

And... finally...

A lusty, exhausted cry announced the cop's ultimate sexual release. She 
came explosively, her entire body lifting from the padded table, every 
muscle taut and straining. The cry became a banshee roar, like an 
animal, and was sustained for a long, intense moment while she enjoyed 
the full length of what was clearly a monumental climax.

After a long moment thusly suspended by the sheer force of her climax, 
Vasquez sagged back to the table's surface with a ragged groan, 
dripping sweat, her wet torso rising and falling in deep respiration. 
"Easy, chica... easy..." she cautioned in a deliciously shaky voice, 
still no less in command, as Jade continued to slowly lick and suck the 
woman's still hugely erect mutant clitoris. Jade saw the dark eyes 
glittering behind half-closed lids, even as torso worked, taking deep, 
ragged breaths. The cop's hands finally released her own nipples, which 
were still erect and stiff, and fell to her sides, momentarily limp and 
exhausted, trembling visibly.

Without a sound, Vasquez held up the key for Jade, her hand shaking 
slightly. Tentatively, Jade reached for it with hands slick from 
Vasquez's cunt, but the cop drew it back momentarily.

"You... you gonna do everything... I tell you to?" the cop asked 
tiredly, her voice nonetheless dripping quiet authority.

"Yes," Jade said simply, quietly.

"No matter what?" The tone was lightly accusatory, suspicious.

"Yes. I swear."

The key moved forward slowly, and was finally pressed into Jade's palm. 
"Wipe your hands first... You'll be fucking sorry if I find a smudge on 
my cuffs." The cop was once again deliberately spreading her authority 
all over Jade, perhaps to assure Jade of her total dominance, despite 
the orgasm Jade had just given her, despite the control Jade had just 
exercised over the cop's muscular, gorgeous body. A parole, backed with 
the threat of dire consequences for misbehavior.

Jade saw a towel thrown over the back of a nearby chair, and she rose, 
stretched her legs briefly, retrieved it, wiped her hands with 
exceeding care before unlocking the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists 
briefly before turning back to Vasquez, who was just easing her 
incredible body off the table. The pad beneath was moist with her 
sweat.

"Come over here," the cop ordered in a low, quietly dangerous voice.

Jade came to stand before the officer, and offered her the cuffs like 
an offering to a primitive goddess. Vasquez smiled a kinky smile, then 
said, "Put 'em on my partner. Hands behind his back."

Everything the woman said seemed to stir lust in Jade's brain, and 
body. Really for the first time, Jade noticed that the insides of her 
thighs were moist with the dripping of her own cunt, as yet untouched. 
She turned to the chair, saw Hicks sitting patiently, a simply gorgeous 
erection in his hands, fat, strong, and deliciously thick, the tip 
gleaming with precum. His green eyes remained focused like twin lasers, 
not on Jade, but on his partner and clear master.

Jade turned, approached and walked behind the chair the man now sat in. 
She saw Vasquez motion meaningfully with her head at her partner, so 
Jade reached up, touched the man's warm back, bent him forward. The man 
responded by obediently placing her arms behind him, wrists crossed, 
although his eyes never left Vasquez's. Snapping on the cuffs was 
easily accomplished. Jade handed the key back to Vasquez.

"Good," Vasquez observed, as a teacher observes the progress of a 
promising student. Then, she pointed at the towel Jade hand used to 
wipe her hands. "Towel me down, chica. You made me sweat like a boar."

Jade did as she was told, now finding the odd sensation of obeying the 
gorgeous young cop rather enjoyable, even arousing. She retrieved the 
towel, then approached the officer, who smiled a slow, satisfied grin, 
obviously pleased with Jade's obedience. Then, she stood, her arms 
slightly outstretched, and waited expectantly for Jade to dry her 
sweat-moist body.

Jade did so carefully, quietly, her breath still deep. She patted down 
the muscular ripples, wiped up the sweat she herself had created. It 
was very much like worshipping at a forbidden temple. With something 
like hypnosis, Jade watched her own hands move the towel, which was 
white and contrasted vividly against the dark caramel skin, over 
Vasquez's incredible body, feeling rather like some bizarre 
veterinarian caring for an exotic, dangerous animal. The amazing 
clitoris was less hard now in post-orgasmic relaxation, but still it 
conveyed an oddly masculine function. It was also no less enormous; it 
now hung in a kinky, semi-erect, four-inch arc over Vasquez's wet cunt.

"You want a piece of Snow White, Dare?" came Vasquez's sudden inquiry. 
It took Jade a full moment to realize that the cop was talking about 
her.

"I'll take whatever you give me," was the man's quiet response.

"Mmmm, such a good boy," the cop remarked with sweet, gentle 
satisfaction. Vasquez took the towel out of Jade's hands, flung it 
away, and stared into her eyes, her smile turning evil. Without 
speaking, the cop took hold of Jade's hands, and led her over to the 
male cop. Then, Vasquez forced Jade to kneel before her partner, 
between his muscular legs. The female cop knelt next to her, still 
watching her closely. A nimble, dark-skinned hand slid forward and with 
great, almost reverent care, took hold of Hicks' thick, erect cock by 
its base, lifted the heavy shaft, pointed it at Jade's face. There 
could be no question of what Vasquez expected, demanded, yet her order 
was still shocking, thrilling.

"Suck."

Again, Vasquez somehow made the obscenity sound like an erotic 
endearment. And again, Jade had no choice but to submit, allow Vasquez 
to use her mouth for her partner's sexual pleasure. Jade leaned 
forward, her eyes unconsciously closing, and allowed Vasquez to feed 
the slippery tip of the man's erection into her mouth.

God, he's big! was Jade's first overwhelming thought. The cock was hot, 
smooth, and very, very thick, enough so that Jade was forced to open 
her mouth wider than she had been expecting. The tip tasted 
compellingly male, as only the cum-smeared tip of a man's cock can, and 
Jade, without conscious thought, paused to swirl her tongue over the 
well-formed glans and collect the taste before allowing more of the 
shaft to slide between her wide-parted lips. Perhaps six or seven 
inches of pale cockmeat found its way into her mouth in a long, wet, 
thrilling slide before Jade felt the head bump the back of her throat, 
triggering a slight gag.

"Easy..." Vasquez cautioned in a breathy, sensual voice. "Don't let him 
choke you. Suck him nice and slow, cunt, make him want it." Jade's eyes 
opened, studied the mans complete absence of pubic hair. The man was 
carefully shaved, as carefully as Vasquez was trimmed, but in contrast 
to the female cop's coarse, vividly dark pubic hair, Hicks was 
absolutely smooth and bare, as if deliberately emasculated next to 
Vasquez's powerful veneer of weird, kinky, butch masculinity. Vasquez's 
hand, which had released the man's cock to the embrace of Jade's hungry 
mouth, gently scratched his belly, its dark caramel color contrasting 
obscenely even against Hicks' modestly tanned skin.

"Figures you'd suck like a whore, all you white chicks are the same..." 
Vasquez murmured softly. "Pure as snow on the outside, total sluts on 
the inside." Again, the soft, rough laugh. "I outta make you pay for 
this, Dare."

"You'll take it out of my ass eventually, Nita," was the man's ironic 
comment, which earned him a friendly slap of Vas' hand to his belly.

"You know me well," Vasquez agreed, warmth in her voice. The two were 
obviously very close, but whether it was love or deep friendship, Jade 
could not tell. "Hey, ease up, bitch," the young cop barked suddenly, 
playfully. "Gimme a taste..."

The caramel hand lifted from Hicks' belly, touched Jade under her chin, 
gently lifted her mouth from her partner's cock. The female cop's hot 
mouth was there to greet Jade, and the long, serpentine tongue slid 
between her lips, engaging her in a brief, but obscenely deep kiss. 
Vasquez licked the taste of her partner's cock from Jade's mouth and 
lips, sucked her tongue clean, all the while her lips intimately 
caressing Jade's. Jade felt wet between her legs again.

When Vasquez broke the kiss, she immediately turned her head and opened 
her mouth to her partner's erection. With little preamble, the cop's 
full lips slid over and down the long shaft, and Jade was enthralled to 
watch as every inch of the massive weapon disappeared between them. 
Vasquez made a few entertaining, wet-sounding grunts from deep in her 
throat, animal and crude and really kinky, before the cheeks hollowed 
deeply, sucking strongly, deep-throating the man effortlessly.

Hicks gave a deep, sexy moan, his eyes locked to his partner's mouth 
slipping up and down the wet, erect flesh between his legs. Vasquez 
blew him with sensual abandon, the mouth travelling the length of his 
cock, pausing at the tip to extensively, and rather frenetically, lick 
at the lobed, purple head before devouring the shaft yet again. An 
unusual, kinky feral groan somehow managed to emerge from between 
Hicks' thick, rigid shaft the cop's wide-stretched, hungrily sucking 
lips. By turns, the cop sucked strongly, chewed sensually, licked with 
whore's abandon, then sucked some more.

Utterly mesmerized, Jade watched the cop work for her partner's sexual 
pleasure, her own face mere inches from that of Vasquez's. The scent of 
wet flesh filled her nostrils, and every moist sound leapt instantly 
from Hicks' cock to Jade's ears.

The dark, intense eyes slid from the cock before them to Jade, even as 
the mouth continued its greedy work. They held fiery, yet controlled 
lust, and a dark intelligent calculation burned there as well. The lips 
lifted from the heavy, powerfully erect shaft.

Without words, Vasquez stood, turned around, carefully straddled Hicks' 
lap, then slowly lowered her loins to the hot, huge cock beneath. "Hold 
him up for me," Vasquez directed Jade tersely, her eyes looking down, 
brooking no disobedience.

The burn between Jade's legs was becoming a fire, a wet, uncontrolled 
fire. God, this is intolerable! Jade reached forward with one hand, 
held the great cock aloft, positioned it for its inevitable connection 
with Vasquez's dripping cunt. However, Jade allowed her other hand to 
stray between her legs, to touch her own inflamed, swollen clit.

"Hey!" Vasquez suddenly barked, her voice sharp, like a knife of kinky 
dominance. "Get your hand out of there, bitch," she hissed. "I'll take 
care of you in due time, in my own way. You touch yourself again 
without my permission, I'll put you right back in my handcuffs." 
Vasquez arched a dark, imperious eyebrow, her gaze slashing at Jade. 
"You read me loud and clear?"

"Yes."

"You can call me ma'am for awhile, cunt," the cop ordered in an even, 
fierce growl of a voice.

"Yes... ma'am," Jade found herself saying. "I'm sorry."

"Fucking better be," Vasquez growled, although her voice softened, 
seemingly satisfied by Jade's submission. With that, she continued to 
lower her hips until the head of Hicks' erect cock contacted the tight, 
wet lips of her cunt. Effortlessly, the lobed, dripping head spread her 
cunt open and slid inside. Vasquez's clitoris, still every bit of four 
inches long, hung over the man's cock like a bowed predator, still not 
quite so erect, which arguably made it appear even kinkier, like a worm 
inching from the woman's body, peering over her cunt in search of prey.

"Ohhhh, yeah... Fuck, boy, you feel so fucking good in me," Vasquez 
breathed, looking down at their connected bodies. "Just relax and let 
yourself cum, si?" The young cop began to ease her hips slowly up and 
down on the long, thick shaft. Where she put all that cockmeat Jade 
could only guess, but somehow, Vasquez was able, after hunching her 
hips and rotating them forward, to take all eight-plus inches of her 
partner inside her body.

"Bet that looks good," Vasquez murmured, looking down at Jade, who's 
own eyes were locked to the interconnected genitalia directly in front 
of her face. The police officer worked her hips sensually, her 
abdominal muscles rippling powerfully. The woman's massive quadriceps 
were each rigidly tensed, and her biceps, which supported a great deal 
of her weight, comprised huge-swollen spheres of hard, veiny muscle. 
The anterior veins on her forearms veins were vividly distended now, 
and the packed swell of the biceps slid up and down slightly under the 
glowing, velvet-brown skin as the cop lowered and raised herself on the 
thick cock upon which she was so profoundly stuck.

"Listen to me, Jade," Vasquez said quietly, surprising Jade with both 
the use of her first name and the quiet intensity of her obviously 
aroused inflection. "I'm gonna put a little trust in you here, 'cause 
you've been one hell of a sweet, well-behaved little cunt up to now." 
Jade looked up into those dark, fierce eyes, cool and savage at the 
same time, and saw the damnably skillful totality of her domination by 
the woman. Vasquez smiled a smile of indescribable depravity at Jade, 
just for her, and Jade, against all reason, felt privileged to have 
earned it.

"Gently now, I want you to suck Dare's balls," the cop continued, even 
as her voice began to strain under the arousal she was obviously 
feeling. "Normally, I don't let anyone else do that," Vasquez assured 
Jade, making it clear that her domination of, and control over, the man 
was as total as it was of Jade. "Even more than blowing a guy's cock, 
you take his manhood in your mouth when you suck his balls. A man 
doesn't trust that to just any woman, nor do I. So you do it nice and 
slow and gentle, and lick out his asshole a little too, 'cause I've 
taught him to really get off on that, and we'll see if we can't make 
this boy cum like a fountain, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jade said in a ghost of a voice, shaking with lust.

Vasquez smiled, and for a moment, all the heavy, flavorful butch 
authority was gone, save for a thrilling sense of quiet, intimate 
ownership. "God damned, girl, you're really getting off on this, aren't 
you?" Again, the tone was friendly, almost like that of a big sister, 
despite the fact that Jade had fifteen years on the woman.

"Yes, ma'am," Jade replied again, unable and unwilling to deny what 
they both knew was the literal truth.

"Well," Vasquez purred, as she took another long stroke on the huge 
cock spreading her apart, the lips of her cunt clinging tightly to the 
wet, gleaming shaft, "just wait. You don't know what it is to be turned 
on yet..." With that kinky promise ringing in Jade's ears, she very 
carefully nestled her face under Hicks towering erection and began to 
gently tongue his balls.

As she'd noticed before, they were unnaturally smooth, now confirmed by 
Jade's tongue. Not even stubble adorned them. The man's testicles were 
also rather larger than was usual, which made licking them all the 
kinkier. The scrotum was like a soft, velvet pouch, now wet with the 
saliva of two woman. Jade licked this up first, until the skin was 
again rubbery under her tongue, then caressed the little ridge of flesh 
dividing the great testicles, pausing only to lick at the base of the 
mammoth cock itself. The taste there was very tangy, which Jade could 
not help but follow up the shaft, for it was, of course, the dripping 
lubrication of Vasquez's horny cunt.

The cop lowered her cunt on the thick shaft as if to meet and kiss 
Jade's lips, and Jade took the opportunity to lick the woman's 
unnaturally spread labia clean. Vasquez paused for this, and Jade heard 
a soft grunt of surprised pleasure. The grunt turned to a vibrant, 
unfeigned groan of hot arousal as Jade's lips climbed the dark, smooth 
labia to the monstrous clit hanging over Hicks' cock.

It was, unsurprisingly, every bit as abnormal huge as it was when Jade 
had sucked it to sweet orgasm, a bright, vividly red erection of female 
"cock" aberrantly mimicking the penis immediately below. The shaft had 
now regained its former rigidity, and then some! Still four inches long 
and an inch thick, the shaft was fully extended from its hood, 
displayed proudly, arrogantly, its dimensions sufficient to give Jade 
the sudden theory that if the woman set her mind to it, she might well 
be able to fuck with it! The key, Jade decided, would be how hard an 
"erection" the woman could produce...

In the next breath, Jade decided that Vasquez would have no trouble 
accomplishing this. She'd seen the woman's clit before her last orgasm, 
sucked on its entire length, felt the impossible rigidity.

Jade could not, of course, allow such a magnificent erection, despite 
the fact that it was obscenely weird and belonged to a woman, to go 
unworshipped, so she opened her mouth and made brief but lingering love 
to it, much to Vasquez's vocal and lewd enjoyment. As a reward, a 
gasping, utterly electrified Vasquez called Jade every filthy name she 
could think of, including a whole litany of colorfully obscene epithets 
in fluent, rapid Spanish, all the while urging, begging, demanding that 
Jade suck, suck, suck...

So that's exactly what Jade did, tenderly, thoroughly, and lovingly, 
taking the woman's clit again and again into her mouth, her lips 
sliding up and down the peculiarly banded shaft, her tongue searching 
beneath into the connective tissues and under the drawn-back hood at 
maximum devour, then sucking it, firmly and uncontrollably, just as 
she'd been ordered, using every tool at her disposal: lips, tongue, 
throat...

By the time Jade lifted her mouth from the awesome clit, Vasquez was 
nearly delirious. Jade looked up to find the same agonized grimace of 
arduous, almost excruciating arousal on the woman's sweaty face. 
Vasquez was now lifting and lowering her hips very slowly, obviously to 
allow Jade to keep oral pace with that amazing clit. This served to 
tease both the young female cop further with the sheer, intense 
slowness of penetration and her male partner, who could be heard now, 
his urgent moans of imminent release coming in time to those of 
Vasquez.

Then, only because it was what she'd been explicitly told to do, Jade 
released the hot, tender, erect clitoral flesh and descended once more, 
pausing to clean the margins of Vasquez's dripping cunt and snake her 
tongue into the tender folds connected to the underside of her 
clitshaft. Vasquez jabbered something in rapid Spanish, another coarse 
obscenity by its inflection, her hips bucking gently at the oral 
caress. Then, Jade continued down, now using Hicks' hot, steel pole as 
her guide, licking and sucking frantically at the broad, well-distended 
ventral tube, licking, cleaning, and enjoying the taste of Vasquez's 
cunt on the hard, wet flesh. She followed the thick spear to its base, 
cleaning the moist accumulation of Vas' vaginal drippings. Finally, 
Jade once more began to fulfill her obligation to Vasquez, pleasuring 
the balls of the cop's partner.

Jade expanded her oral attentions, and actually began to take each 
testicle in turn into her mouth, and suck very, very gently. Even so, 
she heard, with visceral clarity, the man's urgent groan of pleasure. 
This Jade continued for several minutes, all the while Vasquez easing 
herself up and down, up and down the man's huge cock, taking her 
pleasure from him even as she gave in equal measure. Her clit shook 
gently as she worked, bobbing heavily over their connected bodies, and 
Jade looked up often to observe the sexual beauty of the dual 
erections, one gloriously male, one kinky and unconventionally female.

Finally, Jade slid her tongue down further still and gently spread 
Hicks' muscular legs more widely. A small, tidy anus was thus brought 
into view, pink and perfect, almost virginal. Jade dipped her tongue 
forward and gently contacted the tight bud with her tongue, then licked 
its perimeter and the smooth patch of skin between it and the mans' 
balls. He seemed to really like that, judging by his deep moans, so 
Jade continued, stroking her tongue back and forth from his balls to 
his asshole, circling the latter, then caressing the former. The man, 
just like Vasquez, was extraordinarily clean.

Suddenly, Vasquez announced in a shaking voice, "Okay, I think he's had 
enough." She looked directly at Jade, who'd lifted her eyes at the 
sound of her voice. "You know how to find a man's prostate?"

"Yes," Jade whispered.

"Do it." Simple, direct order. Then, the majestically muscled latina 
cop lifted both her feet, her veiny biceps swelling gloriously, and 
planted them on the edge of the chair, giving herself the necessary 
leverage to begin fucking her partner at a substantially increased 
pace. Their loins began to slap together, and Jade heard his long, 
ascending moan from behind her: his time was short. Vasquez's long, 
unnatural clit bounced up and down, actually slapped the top of Hicks' 
erection.

Working quickly, Jade slicked her finger on the dark-skinned cheeks of 
Vasquez's ass, which dripped sweat and cuntal lubrication, then easily 
speared Hicks tight, straining asshole. His prostate was easily found, 
swollen with the nearness of orgasm. She prodded it, produced a 
startled, male moan from somewhere behind Vasquez, prodded it again, 
was rewarded with a louder, deeper moan.

Somewhere around her twentieth prod, the man's stamina simply expired, 
and with an inarticulate cry, he began to cum. Vasquez did not relent 
however, even as her cunt began to acquire the bleachy, musky scent of 
a man's orgasm, and she continued to fuck him strongly, surely, with 
deep, even, lusty strokes of her muscular loins. At length, Jade saw 
pearled fluid seeping from the connection of their bodies, testimony to 
the size and depth of Hicks' orgasm, and this Jade eagerly licked up, 
until finally, the cops' respective pelvises ground to an exhausted 
halt. Jade slid her finger slowly from Hicks' rectum.

It was only then that Jade realized how truly, massively horny she was, 
having witnessed, and been party to, such intense sexual activity. It 
seemed, to the part of Jade's brain that could laugh at the humor, to 
be the summation of calculated effort on Vasquez's part, to drive Jade 
into a frenzy. Well, she's doing a hell of a job, Jade was forced to 
admit, as she watched trails of cum seep down Hicks' still firm cock, 
Vasquez's dripping, now cum-drenched cunt suspended halfway down its 
beautiful length, the neat, dark lips twitching sporadically.

Finally, the young latina pulled herself up with brawny arms, lifted 
herself slowly, tantalizingly from the semi-hard flesh. When the glans 
came free, a small torrent of semen was released, bathing Hicks' cock 
in its own sexual secretions.

"Fuck," Vasquez affirmed, with a backward glance at her partner, "you 
are so fucking good... Hope you didn't have plans for your life, I'm 
never letting you out of my sight."

"No place I'd rather be," came the exhausted male voice, in what 
sounded to Jade like total sincerity.

Then, Vasquez turned her dark, flashing eyes back down to Jade. "What 
are you waiting for?" she called in slight, mock-irritation, a kinky 
smile on her face, "Clean him up."

When Jade half rose, to retrieve the towel from where Vasquez had 
tossed it earlier, the young cop actually laughed. "No, with your 
mouth, cunt." Her tone indicated she felt the matter to be plainly 
obvious. "Suck him clean, and I mean fucking clean."

Once more, Jade had little choice but to comply, but truthfully, she 
now relished Vasquez's control over her, basked in it. Never had sex 
seemed so filthy, so incredibly kinky, than performed for the whim and 
servitude of the incredibly hot young woman in whose hands her body now 
lay. She licked at the wet, slippery flesh, tasting the sexual 
aftermath of the two cops' long, intense fuck, then applied her lips to 
the hot flesh, sucking cum from the moist skin, and finally closing her 
mouth gently over the softening length and vacuuming the shaft clean.

As she did this, Vasquez lifted a thickly muscular leg over Jade and 
swung off of her partner's body. Jade saw the cum running down the 
insides of her coffee-toned legs, moistening the thick, cable-like 
tendons. Vasquez replanted her feet, then crouched down next to Jade, 
and supervised her cleaning efforts, occasionally pointing out small 
drops of cum that she'd missed.

"Okay, lemme check your work," Vasquez purred in a vixen-voice that 
showed her youth and friskiness. With lewd smile, Vasquez lifted Jade's 
mouth from Hicks' cock, then quickly, but gently, engulfed it with her 
own mouth, "checking" to make sure Jade had performed a thorough job. 
Finally, she lifted her mouth, polished the still semi-swollen head 
with her intriguingly serpentine tongue, and pronounced, "Not bad, for 
a white bread whore..."

She rose before Jade, and as Jade's eyes flowed up the cop's hot, 
rippling body to catch her eyes, she shivered, for there was dark 
obscenity there, directed at her. Once again, the cop seemed to have 
shifted smoothly from young latina whore to skillful, professional 
domination decades beyond her years.

"Did you like making it with me earlier?" Cool, professional, almost 
clinical tone of voice, slightly demanding, slightly haughty. Very 
dominant.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Expectant, almost bored dissatisfaction. The cop was really 
giving it hard to Jade...

"Yes, ma'am," Jade replied, shaking under the onslaught of domination.

"So, I guess you're a closet lez, right?" The tone was now sensually 
accusatory, the woman clearly meaning to lightly humiliate Jade with 
her own sexual arousal.

"I like men, too," Jade found the courage to say in a quiet voice.

"Mmmm hmmm," Vasquez purred, like a doctor examining a patient. "Then 
you're telling me you're a slut who'll fuck anything..."

"Yes," Jade whispered.

"Yes what?" The tone was now dangerous, fierce, kinky-aggressive. God, 
this woman is so good at this!

"Yes, ma'am," Jade replied, her voice dry and shaky.

A long moment of pregnant silence, as Vasquez considered something. 
Then: "You've got a great body and a hot mouth, chica... Is your cunt 
hot too?"

At Jade's silence, Vasquez prodded further, almost lazily. "How 'bout 
it, whore, is your cunt nice and hot? Do you want me to check for 
myself?"

Jade could only nod, her arousal a monster lurking in her body, 
struggling to find a way out.

"Thought so..." Looking at Vasquez's feet, Jade heard Vasquez tell her 
partner, "Dare, get me a dildo. A big one, with a handle, and some 
lube, something thick and slimy." The words shocked Jade to the core, 
thrilled her and frightened her and made her crazy all at the same 
time.

Without a word, Hicks strolled to a large, ornate wooden cabinet 
against the wall opposite the bed. Jade's breath caught in her throat 
when he opened the doors, for inside lay all sorts of demonic tools, 
whips and chains hanging from hooks, evil-looking dildos that seemed 
designed to ream out one's insides. There were dozens to choose from. 
Hicks selected a foot-long, two-inch thick black cock replica whose 
base was a contoured handgrip, then picked up a palm-sized bottle of 
clear gel with a squeeze top.

"This do, Nita?" he called, holding up the monstrous tool.

"Yeah, perfecto," the cop responded easily, sensually, obviously 
relishing using the tool. She looked down at Jade. "Get up."

Jade did as she was told, standing before the butch woman, the two 
absolutely naked, with only one bandanna between them.

Vasquez looked Jade over, lasciviously, her passion coming to the fore 
like a powerful, irresistible force, washing over Jade like drenching 
rain. The lust on the young cop's face was nearly a snarl of intense, 
yet always restrained, arousal. She merely held out her hand, and her 
partner filled it with the lewd sex toy. This Vasquez held up slowly, 
until its blunt, black head nearly touched Jade's nose.

"I'm gonna rape you with this, whore..." Vasquez said quietly, her 
voice almost determined, as she touched Jade's face with the black 
tool. "Do you understand?"

Jade found herself nearly beyond words, her cheeks burning under the 
intense stare and hot, filthy, coolly offered words of her "captor," 
words that stung like hot nettles, yet filled her with almost 
uncontrollable passion.

"I..." Jade swallowed hard, couldn't bear to look up into that 
handsome, butch face. "I don't know what you want..."

A soft trace of a laugh. "What I want," came the sexy, kinky voice, 
with great, almost patient deliberation, "to make you lose complete 
sexual control of yourself." Another soft laugh, unbearably possessive. 
"That's why I'm rubbing your nose in this, cunt," and again, the word 
was an impossible, twisted endearment. The huge black dildo touched 
Jade under her chin, brought her chin up into those piercing, fire-dark 
eyes. "Now, I want you to ask me to rape you with this..." The blunt 
black head came up, was held right before Jade's face.

The words very nearly caught in Jade's throat. "P... please..." then, 
down to a bare whisper, "... rape me... with the dildo." And in her 
heart, Jade wanted that more than anything.

Vasquez smiled a smile of pure, unadulterated kink, as if she'd just 
been granted her most indecent desire. "Good..." she purred softly, 
nearly returning Jade's whisper. "Now, if I do lube this monster up 
nice and slick, put it up your cunt real nice and ream you good, maybe 
rub your clit for you, do you think you can cum for me?"

"Yes," Jade nearly gasped.

"Tell you what," Vasquez said quietly, her voice suddenly cool, 
professional. "If you can cum for me nice and hard on this dildo, then 
I'll make sure that hot cunt of yours gets fucked for real, with real 
cock, okay?" She seriously seemed to expect an answer, although there 
was an odd, unreadable ghost of a smile playing at the corner of her 
lips.

"Okay..." Jade breathed, her eyes full of thick, shiny-black latex.

"You sure?" Vasquez wore an odd smile. "You cum for me, nice and hard, 
I let you have some cock. And you'll take it like the whore you are. 
That's the deal."

"Yes. Please."

Vasquez looked into Jade's face for a long moment before she seemed 
satisfied as to Jade's sincerity. Then, right in front of Jade, Vasquez 
uncapped the bottle of lube a squeezed a large handful into her right 
hand. With this, the cop applied the whole handful to the dildo until 
the tool was a thick, slippery mess and the cop's hand gleamed as 
evilly as did the dildo. Vasquez's slimy hand made the most obscene 
sounds as it slid up and down the black pseudoflesh. No words were 
spoken, but the young, arrogant cop said much with her eyes, eyes that 
promised dark pleasure. Vasquez's sexual control was total.

Finally, mercifully, Vasquez was at last satisfied with the tool, which 
now literally dripped lubricant. "Over here," she directed Jade, 
indicating that she should face the massage table. "Grab it and spread 
your legs wide, cunt." The young, butch cop wielded the tool easily in 
one hand, obviously prepared to use it.

Jade did as she was told, shaking all over as she leaned over the 
table. Apparently, she wasn't quick enough for Vasquez's tastes, for 
the cop used a firm hand in the middle of her upper back to push her 
further over the table. Jade found her face pushed down to the pad, 
which was still moist with Vasquez's earlier sweaty exertions. She felt 
the cop slap the insides of her thighs more widely apart with the slimy 
tool, leaving kinky, wet streaks. "Mmmm, nice and wet," came the soft, 
lewd observation, as the tip of the thick, slippery cockstick began 
toying with her bare, spread vagina. "Now, open up and say 'ahhhh'."

Vasquez wasn't kidding, because before Jade could even think, the cool, 
thick, slimy shaft of the dildo was spreading her cunt open, diving 
inside like the monster it was, filling her with a lusty vengeance. 
Jade gasped aloud, unable to move with the hand still on her back, 
holding her still as her cunt was violated by the dildo.

"Keep your legs spread," Jade heard the commanding voice behind her, 
calm, directing, instructive. "Good, that's it," the voice now dipped 
to a more sensual tone, "just relax and take it, I'm gonna feed you 
some more of this thing..." True to her words, Vasquez slid the tool 
all the way up Jade's horny cunt in a single wet, impaling slither, 
until the head touched the back of her vagina. Jade jumped lightly, 
barked a quiet "Oh!" Vasquez then tested the depth a little, pressing 
up firmly into her body with the tool, exerting a little force, enough 
to bring a hoarser gasp to Jade's lips. Then, the cop backed off and 
began to twist the dildo slowly through one complete revolution after 
another, sliding it slowly in and out, letting Jade feel its slime-
coating. Jade began to wonder whether she would go mad.

"Mmmm, nice deep cunt, whore, you can take a lot of this thing. That'll 
count when the time comes." Again, that weird air of creepy humor on 
the cop's part, like she knew something Jade didn't.

Which was, of course, when the skillful cop rubbed a finger suddenly 
over her downhanging, inflamed clit. Unaware of her own voice, Jade 
moaned loudly and gratefully.

"Like that, huh?" Vasquez teased softly, her voice rough and sensual. 
"C'mon, whore, don't hold it back..." Again, Jade felt a finger, then 
two, gently tug at her swollen clitoris, then carefully caress it. In 
an instant, Jade was on the edge of a huge orgasm.

The proximity of Jade's sexual release did not go unnoticed by the 
young, perceptive cop, likely due to the rapid pants of breath that 
Jade suddenly seemed to require or the tense, heartfelt moans slipping 
from her lips. Across the massage table, again sitting easily in the 
chair, Hicks was now slowly massaging another swelling erection. The 
man has stamina, Jade decided mentally, even as Vasquez surely, 
skillfully raped her with the huge dildo. Maybe, Jade hoped beyond hope 
as she stared hungrily at the firming flesh slipping rhythmically 
between the man's fingers, just maybe, Vasquez would give her some of 
it...

Content to lust after Hick's now-rock hard (again!) cock, Jade relaxed 
as best she could, exactly as she'd been told to do, and accepted what 
turned out to be a thorough cunt-reaming by Vasquez, enough so that 
eventually, the insides of her thighs halfway to her knees became moist 
with excess lubricant and her own drippings. The most amazingly kinky 
sounds began to come from between her legs, the results of wet motion 
of her cunt slipping back and forth over the thick, slimy dildo-tool. 
Eventually, Jade felt the hand leave her back, slip between her legs, 
massage the insides of her thighs, rub the lubricant up and around her 
cunt and onto her asscheeks.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." eventually constituted the entirety of Jade's 
vocabulary, particularly as Vasquez's skillful, knowledgeable fingers 
began to zero in on her clitoris, gently pulling and rubbing, massaging 
and stroking, freely masturbating Jade and pushing her closer and 
closer to her orgasm. "C'mon, baby, that's it, a little more..." 
Vasquez coached softly, as she made the dildo rape her more and more 
savagely, until the thick, slippery tool was nearly stabbing her cunt 
with brutal, delicious precision.

Then, all at once, the dildo was pulled free with a soft, lewd sucking 
sound. The hand came back to Jade's upper back, pressed firmly, and 
after a moment, Jade understood only too well why, for Vasquez moved 
the blunt, slick tip of the dildo, warmed by her body, up to her 
asshole.

There was no warning, no soft words of encouragement, only the well-
greased head of the thick tool expanding her tight, unprepared anal 
ring. Jade felt her ass shaking uncontrollably, which earned her a 
quick spank of an open hand to her left buttock, and a tersely offered 
warning of "Don't move," hissed in a quiet, lusty whisper. This was 
Vasquez's show, and the cop obviously wanted the rape to be as full and 
shattering as possible.

Jade grunted hard, tried to relax, but in the end, it didn't really 
matter, for the dildo was just too slippery and too skillfully wielded 
for Jade to resist, and the head slid through the tight, rubbery ring 
with unnatural ease, followed by what felt like endless inches of evil, 
slippery black dildo. "Dios, you take it up the ass like a pro!" Jade 
heard Vasquez murmur in a tense, now obviously aroused voice. Clearly, 
what she was seeing between Jade's legs was really turning her on. The 
hand came away from Jade's back, Vasquez seemingly content by Jade's 
acceptance of the thick probe. Then, a hand began to busy itself in 
Jade's open, dripping cunt, smearing the lubricant all over her pubic 
mound, fingers inserted into her one after the other. Again, the 
masturbation began to center on her clit, and as Vasquez gave Jade as 
much of the dildo as she could take, the thick plastic reaming her 
tense asshole in obscene rhythm.

Jade steadily came apart under the lusty treatment, until finally, she 
came all over Vasquez's hand, a strangled groan of tortured release to 
accompany it.

At some point deep in what turned out to be an intense, long-lasting, 
fully satisfying climax, Vasquez slid the dildo from Jade's asshole, 
leaving the woman feeling more than a little disgusting, open and wet, 
dripping from every orifice. God help me, I do feel raped, Jade almost 
laughed to herself, even as she enjoyed the remainder of her orgasm. 
And enjoy it she did, so much so that at its end, she found herself 
gasping "thank you," to the officer standing behind her.

A rough laugh. "Don't mention it, you earned it," was Vasquez's 
response, followed by a slippery hand slowly rubbing her ass. Hands 
took hold of Jade's muscular shoulders, and Jade felt herself lifted 
from the table, turned around to confront the goddess-like police 
officer, in whose eyes now burned an even darker, more fiery lust. 
Hands went around Jade's back, and Jade was pulled into a sensual, tit-
to-tit embrace. Vasquez's hot mouth nearly leapt for hers, and in 
moments, the two women were locked in a deep kiss, tongues slowly 
dancing in each other's mouths, hands all over each other, caressing 
rippling, sweat-damp flesh. They frenched like the whores they were, or 
at least which Jade had become. Jade was pretty sure that Vasquez was 
born one.

Vasquez pulled back slowly, until finally her serpentine tongue slid 
from Jade's willing mouth, with Jade sucking it as it emerged. Vasquez 
made it caress Jade's lips, then withdrew it and said, with total 
sincerity, "You cum good, chica." This was followed by a beautiful, 
intolerably shit-eating smile that made Jade burn and melt at the same 
time.

"Thank you, ma'am" Jade breathed, only now getting her breath back, a 
shy smile on her own face.

"You make a good lez, too," Vasquez assured her with a delicious 
twinkle in her dark eyes. Jade felt herself blush helplessly. "Now, 
just to show you I always make good on my promises, let's see if we 
can't feed some cock to that sweet, horny cunt of yours, okay?"

Jade could only nod, her voice failing her utterly, which drew another 
soft laugh from Vasquez.

Oddly, instead of leading her over to Hicks, whose cock was now rock-
hard and stood proud and tall in his hand, Vasquez led Jade over to an 
open area of rubber matting next to the massage table. Vasquez merely 
pointed to the spot she wanted Jade to stand, and Jade stood, tingling 
with anticipation.

Jade began to realize something was up when Vasquez walked to a large 
walk-in closet, opened it, and retrieved what looked very much like a 
stout-looking padded sawhorse, except a little lower to the ground. The 
padded part of the sawhorse was actually flattish and well-contoured, 
Jade saw after a moment. The whole thing was fairly heavy, and Jade 
watched, mesmerized, the thick, gleaming muscles of Vasquez's gorgeous, 
phenomenally strong body work in concert to lift, then swing the 
sawhorse around and into place. She worked surely and carefully, with 
no wasted motion, as one by one, she locked the legs of the sawhorse to 
the rubber mat using thick O-ring bolts that fitted into predrilled, 
metal-sheathed holes in the floor. The bolts appeared to be designed 
specifically for use with the sawhorse, for the O-rings, once inserted, 
aligned perfectly with short metal cables drilled through the legs of 
the sawhorse. Vasquez locked each leg to its respective O-ring using 
padlocks hanging from hasps on the legs themselves. All very efficient.

Jade chanced a look at Hicks as Vasquez worked, and saw on his face a 
creepy expression... Pity, mixed with raw, sinful lust. I know what's 
going to happen to you, his face seemed to say, and it ain't gonna be 
pretty...

Finally, the sawhorse was ready, and Vasquez stepped back, her dark 
predator-eyes sliding to Jade, authority bleeding from every macho 
pore.

"Lie down on this, on your belly," Vasquez ordered, in a voice that 
told Jade more surely than an explicit confession that something 
inconceivable was about to happen. To her credit, Vasquez saw Jade's 
hesitation instantly, her years of police experience and her instincts 
alerting her to Jade's fear.

"Trust me," Vasquez said simply, arrogantly, looking directly into 
Jade's eyes, full of cocky, youthful bravado, sensually worn. "You're 
gonna have a fantastic time."

Slowly, Jade went to her fate, laid belly-down on the flattish top of 
the odd bench. She found instantly that the contour of the pad fit her 
torso and abdomen perfectly, cupping it, supporting her comfortably at 
the level of Vasquez's hips. Vasquez went back to the closet, and 
returned bearing leather cuffs, a set of four, two larger, two smaller. 
These, the cop slipped first over Jade's wrists, then her ankles, 
buckling each firmly and securely, with professional skill. Then, 
Vasquez threaded metal cables attached to the legs of the sawhorse 
through thick D-rings on the wrist cuffs, tethering Jade to the frame. 
However, for her legs, Vasquez returned to the closet and retrieved a 
thick, adjustable aluminum spreader bar. This, she locked open to a 
length of nearly four feet before attaching each of its ends, which 
were tipped with thick, welded O-rings, to the D-rings of Jade's ankle 
cuffs. Finally, Vasquez fed lengths of metal cable through the D-rings 
as well, and the! se she secured to the rear legs of the sawhorse.

As a result of Vasquez's skillful work, Jade was left entirely 
immobilized and securely tethered to the stout sawhorse. Furthermore, 
the spreader bar held her legs open to a graphic, lewd degree, leaving 
her pubic area wholly exposed and spread wide open for whatever fate 
awaited it. The pad was only long enough to support Jade's belly, 
shoulders, and torso; her spread legs hung down such that her toes 
nearly touched the rubber mat, some four feet apart. Her ass was 
slightly, tantalizingly thrust upward by the contour, and the pad was 
indented under Jade's hips, further exposing her vagina and clitoris. 
It was an evil device, and an effective one.

"Comfortable?" Vasquez asked her conversationally, walking around so 
that Jade could lift her head and see her.

"Why?" Jade asked, as afraid of an answer as she was of silence.

Silence she got. The young, muscular cop merely smiled a kinky, 
supremely lecherous smirk, subtle yet razor sharp, that made Jade 
shiver, her cunt wet. Vasquez winked lasciviously as she turned 
slightly, nodded to her partner somewhere behind Jade. Jade heard 
footsteps, then a door open and close.

To Jade's horror, Vasquez then actually rechecked all of Jade's cuffs, 
pulling hard on each to insure they were tight and secure.

"W-what are you going to do?" Jade asked shakily as the cop disappeared 
behind her. A tug on the left ankle, then the right, apparently 
satisfied by the totality of her bondage. Jade felt her face flush, her 
throat tense. The twitchy, overwhelmed sensation had returned, backed 
by both fear and a kind of arousal she'd never felt before. She'd never 
been out of control like this before, so completely vulnerable before 
another person.

More silence. A hand resting on her left buttock, caressing idly.

"Please..." Jade begged quietly.

"Something you'll hate me for, at first..." came an equally quiet 
reply. "But after... you'll thank me." A hand insinuated itself between 
Jade's spread legs at that moment and stole whatever else Jade might 
have said, for the fingers unerringly found, and massaged, her 
downhanging clitoris. Those fingers were unnaturally skillful, and kept 
Jade on the edge of an orgasm for several minutes, with Jade nearly 
sobbing for release at the end.

At the end, Vasquez's hand left Jade nearly breathless, gasping, moist 
the sweat, nearly begging the young cop for release.

"You want to get fucked, chica?" the question quietly asked, the finger 
stroking slowly over inflamed clit.

The words danced on Jade's lips, but remained there. I won't beg... 
Jade decided, only to feel the itch of orgasm begin to bloom in her 
loins. Intolerably, the magical finger suddenly left Jade's clit.

Jade groaned helplessly, aware of the sounds she made, unable to stop 
them. Then, after a short pause, something warm and wet covered her 
vagina, began to suck gently, licked within the dripping slit... Oh, 
god!

Shattered, Jade groaned a long, low, intense signal of her obvious 
pleasure as Vasquez licked out her cunt with methodical, skillful 
determination. The woman's tongue, unnaturally long and devious, 
alternately flicking her clit, then laved it with attentive care, then 
slid up her cunt, only to return, newly moist, for additional 
stimulation of her clitoris. Hands spread Jade's buttocks open even 
more fully than did the wooden sawhorse to which she'd been so securely 
bound, revealing her sex more graphically than Jade could have 
believed. Never had Jade felt so utterly helpless, her hands and feet 
flexing in their cuffs as Vasquez licked, sucked, nuzzled, occasionally 
bit gently, until the entirely of Jade's spread pubic area was wet from 
the woman's hot mouth and tongue.

Yet... yet... Vasquez would not let her cum! The cop seemed to know, 
telepathically, when Jade was near to climax, and back off accordingly, 
perhaps to run that long, serpentine tongue back up Jade's cunt, 
perhaps to dig gently at the bud of her tight asshole, perhaps to lave 
the insides of Jades thighs with long, intimate strokes of her tongue. 
Only when the orgasmic inevitability waned would the mouth and tongue 
return to begin worrying Jade's clitoris once more. Expertly, Vasquez 
needed but a few minutes to drive Jade into a frenzy.

Then, the lips parted from the trembling slit. "Do you want to be 
fucked, Jade?" again came the quiet inquiry, almost whispered in that 
exotic, breathy, accented voice, punctuated by gentle licking of Jade's 
now fully erect clit. The words dripped naked lust.

"Yes..."

"Tell me again, Jade," the voice urged, again quietly, but with 
authority that was absolute and undisputed. "Let's be sure about this."

"Please..." Jade whispered, between gasps, "fuck me!"

There followed a long moment of silence, perhaps as the young cop 
savored Jade's surrender. Then, "I like seeing you like this, chica," 
quietly, but now also with palpable urgency, the cop's voice a sensual 
growl, full of dark, intimate excitement, carefully retrained. Jade 
looked between the legs of the sawhorse, up along its underside, saw 
powerfully muscular, dark-complected legs kneeling behind her bound 
body. A hand rose, disappeared between Jade's legs. Jade felt fingers 
gently rub the slippery labia, dip into the wet vagina. A finger slid 
inside her, then another, then still another. Together, the trio fucked 
her slowly, while an unoccupied thumb slowly rubbed her clit, hanging 
down and unbearably erect with excitement. The gasps spilled unchecked 
from Jade's lips now.

"Bueno," Vasquez whispered quietly. The fingers moved deeper, spread 
open inside her, forced a hard, surprised groan of intense pleasure 
from Jade's open, panting mouth. "You're ready..."

Hicks' return was perfectly timed to occur at that moment, whether by 
prearrangement with Vasquez or by some signal mechanism, Jade would 
never know.

He wasn't alone.

It took Jade a long, uncomprehending moment to realize, from the rapid, 
heavy panting and the quick pad of the feet, that Hicks' companion was 
a dog, a large one by the sound of him. This was confirmed in short 
order when Hicks, accompanied by Vasquez, led the animal into Jade's 
view.

The animal was not simply large, but huge, an astonishing large Great 
Dane, more the size of a small pony, with an extremely short, glossy 
brown-gray coat. Clearly, the animal was well cared for, veritably 
gleaming with health, his flanks smooth and muscular. Standing next to 
Vasquez, the animal's huge head reached nearly to the cop's bare 
breasts. The dog stood beside Vas with eerie obedience; no leash was 
evident, and the animal wore no collar, yet he stood stock-still, 
breathing loudly, regularly, his massive, rather noble-looking head 
fixed squarely on Jade's face.

Vasquez looked down at Jade, as a goddess looks to a humbled 
supplicant. The muscular, gorgeous young latina wore no smile, instead 
choosing not to hide potent, graphic intimacy from her face, which 
glistened from Jade's own moisture.

"This is your lover, whore," the cop said simply, quietly, without 
preamble, watching Jade intently, pruriently curious as to what Jade's 
reaction might be.

Jade could do nothing but look into the large, dark latin eyes, search 
there for some sign of the evil which surely must lurk there. A dog! 
Oh, god, not a dog! But Jade found nothing but a peculiar, private 
warmth in the cop's eyes. Compassion was the last thing Jade expected 
to see, but there it was, veritably bleeding from the cop's young, yet 
so deliciously experienced, eyes. As if Vasquez were somehow sure that 
she was bestowing upon Jade the mark of her favor.

Even as the first ragged, confused "No!" formed at Jade's lips, borne 
from the necessity that she deny any complicity in the act of ultimate 
defilement to which the cop obviously meant to subject her, Vasquez 
reached down, tangled her hand in Jade's short, blond hair, muscles 
along her forearm flexing with stark beauty, lifted Jade's head until 
she could lock eyes with her.

"You will," Vasquez said softly, stating a fact. The dark eyes 
narrowed, focused on Jade with total, intense domination, and any more 
protests that Jade might have offered were utterly, absolutely quelled 
by that cool, lethal stare: lazy, sensual, lusty, aggressive all at 
once, and wonderfully, thrillingly so. One fine, dark brown arched 
arrogantly, daring Jade to object further. Vasquez waited, patiently, 
for nearly ten seconds of unbearable silence, her free hand lifting to 
touch, support Jade's chin, keeping Jade's eyes locked to her own. The 
dog never so much as moved from the cop's side. Jade felt horribly 
trapped.

The silence remained unbroken.

Finally, the hand tangled in Jade's hair relaxed, slid free, while the 
other one lowered, allowed Jade's eyes to fall, find the floor in kinky 
sexual shame. No words were necessary, Vasquez and Jade were both aware 
that the cop had just stripped away the last of Jade's dignity and 
civility, yet quietly congratulated Jade for accepting the fact. 
Apparently satisfied that Jade both understood the obscenity that was 
about to occur and accepted its inevitability, the cop turned, still 
kneeling, to the dog. She had to look up slightly to meet the dog's 
eyes...

Jade had trouble conceiving of how she might be mated to the animal. 
Dear god, a dog! Jade had never even considered the possibility that a 
dog might somehow be induced to attempt copulation with a human, much 
less been assured that it was going to happen to her, and soon. Even 
now, she had difficulty believing such a thing were possible. It was 
intolerable, which provided little explanation for the appallingly 
potent itch now burning between her legs, an itch concentrated in her 
protruding clitoris, an itch that seemed to beg for attention with its 
own voice.

Vasquez stroked the dog's huge head affectionately, slowly, with one 
hand, while the other slid down the animal's broad, muscular chest, to 
hold him gently as she worked. She seemed in no hurry, perhaps aware 
that her every movement, her every action, was a performance, obscene 
theater for Jade, to sensually rub her nose in the extremity of what 
was about to occur, to very, very carefully tease her with its 
proximity, its sheer depravity. As if to confirm this, Vas turned her 
eyes past Jade, said quietly, "Dare, hold her head up," obviously 
meaning Jade to witness every lurid bit of "foreplay."

The man dutifully appeared beside her, lifted her head up with both 
hands, his fingers gently stroking her face, rubbing across her lips. 
His penis was rock hard, an angry purple color, obvious testimony to 
the fact that he was as aroused as his partner by the upcoming act.

And there was certainly no doubt as to Vasquez's own arousal. Jade was 
unwilling spectator to the fact, her head cradled by Hicks, forced to 
witness what was now a bizarre ritual between woman and dog. Vasquez, 
eyes sensually half-lidded, was now gently kissing the dog's thick 
neck, her lips brushing softly against the short, earthen-colored 
bristle, pausing here and there to plant the most sensual of kisses 
upon the neat, well-tended pelt. The one hand continued to pet the 
animal's massive head with great affection, while the other hand now 
gently caressed the dog's barrel-chest, rubbing the thick upper legs, 
massaging the animal's powerfully muscled torso.

The lips climbed the dog's neck slowly, kissing gently, until they 
could nuzzle the side of the dog's head. Vasquez began to whisper into 
the dog's ear, low, sensual words that Jade decided, with what sanity 
she had left, that she was glad she could not overhear. The dog's 
seemed to show no outward sign of comprehension, even as the cop 
expanded the perimeter of her caress, the one hand descending the dog's 
proud back, the other moving behind the forelegs, up across the 
animal's belly. The kisses became more open, more sexual, and at times, 
Jade was forced to witness the bizarre, evocative image of the young 
latina's tongue actually licking the dog's neck, her lips actually 
biting gently at the smooth fur. Again, the dog's patience was total. 
For a sick moment, Jade was sure that the dog would turn his head, and 
that Vasquez would begin to kiss the dog with much more obscene zeal, 
but thankfully, this did not happen. Still, to watch, more correctly to 
be forced to watch a woman sexually entreat a dog, for the express 
purpose of preparing it to fuck a human being, without her consent no 
less, was an act of supreme outrage.

Yet, Jade felt her cheeks burn in shame as her cunt dripped down the 
insides of her legs. God help me, Jade's brain screamed to itself over 
and over, yet was unable to add the inevitable, logical conclusion to 
the thought, a conclusion that was, at this point, foregone:

I want this.

Vasquez's hand, exploring beneath the dog, could no longer be seen, 
having advanced rearward to a location where the vulgarity of its 
mission could only be guessed at, and only in the darkest, most obscene 
of fantasies. Vasquez's nubile, sculpted body glistened with a wet 
sheen of sweat, her nudity a glory of flowing sinew, rippling, flexing 
muscle, and tight-stretched velvet skin the color of dark, rich 
caramel. The cop paused momentarily, her hands leaving the huge animal, 
then reached behind her, reappeared to Jade's view bearing the tube of 
lubricant used to such success earlier to Jade's dildo rape, the 
evidence of which still lent a moist, slippery tingle to her cunt and 
anus. Vasquez did not so much as glance at Jade while she squeezed a 
healthy trail of the gel into her hand, the hand formerly at work 
beneath the animal. Her current actions were obviously intended for the 
benefit of the dog, and the dog alone, and for a moment, it was unclear 
to a supremely kinky de! gree just who commanded whom in the 
dog/Vasquez binary. Whatever the dynamics of that relationship, it was 
clear that Vasquez approached, treated, handled the animal with an odd, 
vivid reverence that bordered dangerously (thrillingly?) on something 
that might have been worship. The way that the young cop chose to 
kneel, such that her eyes were deliberately brought to a level below 
those of the dog, the way those dark eyes lidded sensually as she again 
began to nuzzle the dog's neck, the peculiar subservience of her 
obvious sexual enticement of the dog. She asked nothing of the dog, and 
rather than mandating his patience, she seemed more to simply accept 
and subvert herself to it, in turn accepting the animal's dominance 
over her as Jade accepted her own dominance, a kinky hierarchy of 
sexual control.

Such might have only been an artifact of Jade's lust-soaked brain, but 
having been forced to observe the kinky byplay between woman and 
animal, Jade could not deny that there was something definitely, 
indescribably lewd, yet interestingly intimate, about the way Vasquez 
was coming onto her canine partner.

Vasquez made her hand, glistening with lube, disappear beneath the 
dog's belly once more, so that it was again removed from Jade's direct 
view. However, after a moment, the dog made a soft grunt, very deep and 
resonant as befitted his enormous size, evidently in response to some 
manipulation on Vasquez's part. The pace of his panting accelerated 
slightly, and then, the animal actually did turn his huge head to that 
of the cop. He began to lick her face with a tongue that could only be 
described as expansive. Vasquez endured this patiently, turning her 
head to allow the dog to lick her neck and shoulders. It was then that 
her eyes met Jade's, for the first time since she'd begun her 
disturbingly erotic "seduction" of the animal. Amazingly, they were 
proud, accompanied by no hint of a smile, no breath of the young cop's 
prior bravado or peculiar brand of machisma. Jade knew beyond doubt, 
from gazing up into that proud, fiery stare, that Vasquez was entirely, 
undividedly s! erious about what she was doing.

What she was about to do...

The twin orbs burned with inner fire, etched Vasquez's face with 
decadent, patient wisdom wholly at odds with her otherwise obvious, and 
vigorous, youth. Here was a woman in complete, unquestioned control of 
her environment, skillfully exercising the volatile power she wielded, 
yet not brandishing or flaunting it. It was as if Vasquez realized, in 
her soul, the raw sexual potency of the moment, and accorded it the 
severe, careful application it deserved. Jade felt the grip of the 
young cop's rulership abjectly, deep enough so that it could not be 
denied, only acknowledged and honored. Vasquez had, measure by measure, 
spread her sexual domination in a thick, kinky layer all over Jade, yet 
had accomplished this with no more than an occasional physical 
correction. Vasquez's domination was all expert confrontation, of Jade 
with her own potential for sexual deviancy, with Jade's acquiescence a 
function of inescapable logic: her own obvious, undeniable sexual 
arousal despite the transcendent, audacious indecency of the acts to 
which Vasquez had subjected her.

The burn in Jade's cheeks became a fire, as she was forced to 
contemplate her own sexual responses in light of subjection, by 
Vasquez, to a litany of sexual defilement. She'd already been raped by 
a dildo, forced to perform oral sex on both police officers, forced to 
submit to bondage and eventual oral sex in return, and now, to be mated 
sexually with a dog. In every instance, Jade's own sexual hunger had 
created the means for Vasquez to sexually exploit her, yet always for 
their mutual pleasure. Or, correctly, for Jade's sexual pleasure and 
Vasquez's and Hicks' sexual release. But now too, Vasquez clearly 
offered Jade the release she so desperately needed, wanted, coveted.

That is, if Jade were not overly picky about its source. Cock was cock, 
Jade had to admit, despite its canine provider. It was a perfect trap, 
one which Vasquez had laid with expert care, and now, as the cop stared 
at Jade with that look of proud, just slightly haughty dominance, Jade 
knew that Vasquez knew that whatever happened from now on, it would be 
with Jade's tacit approval, whatever words might slip from her mouth. 
They both knew it, as if they'd been lovers for years...

When Vasquez's hand reappeared, it gleamed with lubricant sheen. "Dare, 
get me a towel," she commanded smoothly, and Jade found herself 
required to hold her own head up while the cop's ever-obedient partner 
fetched the requested item. Oddly, despite the movement, the dog seemed 
unconcerned, always docile, even as he gently nuzzled Vasquez in 
return. At length, after a few more exploratory licks, the dog swung 
his head back to Jade, staring at her with large brown eyes. However, 
he was now panting in earnest, great, quick "whuffs" in and out, in and 
out in staccato, ceaseless rhythm, and his tongue, half-hanging out of 
his enormous jaw, dripped occasional saliva.

Finally, Vasquez stood slowly, stretching her wet, stunning body, and 
wiped her hand in the towel, which she then used to wipe the animal's 
spit from her corded neck and the muscular swells of her incredible 
shoulders. Jade (now eager, if silent, voyeur) noted that the woman's 
extraordinary clitoris was still magnificently erect, swollen and 
protruding from the upper fold of her dark, wet labia. She glanced at 
Hicks, giving him a deadly serious nod.

"He's ready," she said simply, her meaning all too clear.

Immediately, Hicks' hands returned to Jade's head, but this time, the 
grip was less gentle, more controlling. He tangled the fingers on one 
hand in Jade's hair, used the other to lift her chin sharply, his 
fingers rubbing across her lips suggestively, even stroking into her 
mouth.

Meanwhile, Vasquez placed a hand on the dog's tall shoulders, and led 
the animal in a slow quarter-circle, to reveal his profile to Jade.

Jade gasped, shocked for a kinky moment into total speechlessness. The 
reality of the obscenity about to transpire slapped her in the face 
like the hand of god.

The dog's erection hung beneath his belly like a primitive totem of 
pure, evil sexuality. Glistening with lubricant, fully swollen, 
unimaginably rigid, the lustrous, gleaming-red organ was in every way 
massive... grossly, even flagrantly so. It was possessed of an ungodly, 
terrifying length, matched only by its wicked, unnaturally thick 
diameter and abnormal stiffness.

No one spoke, the only sound the dog's incessant panting. Vasquez was 
content to allow the mere sight of the animal's massive penis to simply 
overwhelm Jade. Jade could scarcely breath, yet she helplessly studied 
every veiny inch of the dog's monumental erection. It was not like a 
man's penis, not by any stretch of the imagination. Its color was the 
starkest, deepest, most vivid crimson Jade could imagine, like raw 
flesh wrapped in wet, shiny plastic wrap. The blood vessels under the 
thin, gleaming membrane were graphically visible, thick, dense, and 
distended, wrapped double, triple around the whole of the shaft like 
vulgar webbing.

The shape of the dog's penis was also very peculiar, unnaturally so, 
bulbous towards the forward third of the shaft, flaring to a diameter 
that Jade dared not guess exactly; certainly the better part of three 
inches. The heavy shaft then narrowed somewhat along the inches upon 
inches of its rear length towards its middle and base. The tip was 
equally obscene, a wide, sensitive-looking collar of raw, dark-red 
flesh, flared and angry, which then tapered down sharply along a 
flattish, blunt glans, which finally elongated into a swollen, fleshy, 
blood-red point conjoined with the lower undersurface of the shaft. The 
whole of the shaft appeared somehow gnarled by the multitude of 
distended veins lurking under the translucent cock-membrane, twisted by 
arousal into a sort of living weapon. The cock screamed lurid promises, 
a kinky nightmare of sexual fulfillment...

Still, the penultimate obscenity remained its size. Jade could scarcely 
believe how massively the dog was endowed, despite its proximity, not 
three feet from her face. She studied it anew, as if her first 
examination had somehow errored. But now, as before, the shaft of the 
animal's massive prick without a doubt exceeded eight inches in length, 
with the same appalling thickness. But now, Jade saw something else, 
something she'd missed the first time given the position and size of 
the animal's powerful legs. There was a large spherical knob, a bulb, 
at the very base of the dog's cock, which was an even darker red than 
the remainder of the dog's erection, and covered with an even greater 
density of veins than the mighty shaft that sprouted from it, if such 
were possible. The thickness of the massive cockshaft, where it joined 
the bulb, was perhaps two full inches in diameter, yet this was the 
thinnest portion of the great weapon. Indeed, the swollen bulb could 
not have been less than a full three inches thick; the transition 
between shaft the knot was both abrupt and graphic.

Jade studied the organ with helpless, prurient fascination, re-
examining every observation, to ensure that the obscenity that 
confronted her wide, lust-glazed was no mere illusion. Her gaze 
wandered back to the bulb, noted with equal parts horror and arousal 
how the finger-thick veins wrapped the whole of the bright-red sphere, 
each vessel individually distended by bestial arousal. The combination 
of bulb and shaft endowed the dog with over ten inches of cock. Jade 
had no idea a dog could be so massively endowed, larger even than all 
but the most well-hung human.

God, he's bigger than Hicks! Jade suddenly realized with a shock. 
Indeed, the dog was hung thicker and longer than any man she'd ever 
fucked.

Jade swallowed hard, her mouth gone dry. The bulb's corrupt design was 
all too clear, even to Jade. Quite apart from dramatically intensifying 
the power and strength of what undoubtedly promised to be a supremely 
arduous experience of penetration, the bulb would serve, with inhuman 
efficiency, to lock the dog's cock within Jade's cunt! No doubt, the 
animal would then be free to fill Jade's pussy with a presumably 
enormous quantity of canine semen without the possibility of 
interruption. The reality, that the dog would be allowed... no, 
encouraged, to fuck Jade, to achieve such an inextricable, bestial 
sexual link with her, was almost too appalling to contemplate.

Still, deep inside, Jade found herself unable to resist a terrible, 
growing curiosity. Even as the rational part of her mind endlessly 
debated and condemned the obscenity of sexual union with the massive 
beast, the more secretive corners of her brain evaluated the prospect 
of bestiality with an entirely different rationale. What will it feel 
like, to be so hugely filled by so kinky a cock, to be fucked by a huge 
dog... Will I cum while he's fucking me? How much does he cum? How does 
he fuck? Will that bulb go inside me? Will I like it? If I do, will 
Vasquez notice? Will she make me suck her pussy, or Hicks' cock, while 
the dog is inside me?

And on and on... The questions well-occupied the darker parts of Jade's 
imagination. The more rational parts were, of course, shocked that Jade 
would spare so much as one synapse on consideration of the pleasure 
that getting fucked by a dog might provide, but even that fueled Jade's 
secret lust. Given that she was in no position to stop Vasquez from 
mating her with the animal, Jade was free to condemn the act as much as 
she liked. The secret, dark portion of Jade brain thanked Vasquez then 
and there for that privilege of denial.

Again, Jade's eyes slid along the length of the dog's massive cock, 
drawn to it as a moth is drawn to light. In her life, Jade had never 
seen a human so proudly, enormously endowed, and certainly would never 
have guessed, or even imagined, to find such an immense tool between 
the legs of a dog. A dog! It was easily, easily the largest cock Jade 
had ever seen. As if to finalize the overall obscenity of the dog's 
huge cock, just behind the massive bulb also hung the largest testicles 
that Jade had ever seen, each the size of a golf ball, enveloped in a 
tight, smooth, deep-black scrotal sack. In a way, Jade was least 
surprised by the size of the dog's balls; they seemed somehow necessary 
to support the power of the sexual plumbing suggested by the size of 
his erection. Interestingly, the was absolutely no trace of fur 
adorning the animal's scrotum.

Vasquez heeled the dog with a simple, light slap of her hand to her 
bare thigh. The dog was at the cop's side instantly. Intolerably, he 
continued to stare at Jade.

"Looks like love at first sight," Hicks purred quietly, his hands 
caressing, fondling Jade's head, his fingers now freely slipping in and 
out of her mouth.

Then, Vasquez disappeared behind Jade with the dog, and quite suddenly, 
or so it seemed, the terrible reality of the ultimate defilement so 
carefully planned for Jade was at hand.

Jade whimpered softly, more from the terrible anticipation than actual 
fear, though there was that as well; the dog was monstrously endowed, 
and Jade had never taken anything remotely approaching the size of the 
animal's erection into her cunt before. The animal simply dwarfed all 
her previous lovers or any dildo she'd ever used (including the one 
Vasquez had raped her with, though Jade was now grateful for the 
preparation it had provided, of both lubrication and dilation).

Jade could do nothing but lay there, expertly tethered to the sawhorse, 
her legs spread with relentless efficiency by the spreader bar, the bar 
itself locked securely to the floor, her arms locked with equal 
security to the sawhorse's wooden legs, the whole of the frame locked 
to the floor as well, both she and it completely immobilized. Jade's 
sexual vulnerability was breathtakingly total.

Hands suddenly touched her upturned buttocks, feeling within the split 
of her legs, testing the moisture of her pussy. God, I'm being 
prepared! Jade thought excitedly, her breathing coming quicker now, the 
anticipation growing intolerable. A finger nudged her clit, bringing an 
immediate cry of sexual agony to Jade's lips, who no longer cared who 
heard.

Hicks cared, apparently, for his hands tightened about her face, 
tangled more firmly in her hair. "Easy..." he cautioned in a breathy, 
quiet voice nonetheless husky with obvious arousal. Jesus, he's 
anticipating this as much as I am!

Then, additional indignity... Jade felt fingers spreading additional 
lubricant over the already wet lips of her spread cunt, then up into 
the hole. It left her slimy and vaguely disgusting, yet that sensation 
of being prepared, for her mating with the animal, became more 
flavorful, almost as if she were some breedmare, being readied to 
receive a stud animal. No choice, no control, her body to be used by 
the dog for his sexual enjoyment, and if she happened to climax as 
well, then that was just her luck.

Hot breath against her cunt!

The rapid, animal pant could not be mistaken for anything but the dog. 
God, I'm being sniffed! Every level of the scene built depravity upon 
depravity. Even behind her, the panting of the dog seemed inordinately 
loud in the quiet room.

The inevitable, preordained application of long, rough, wet tongue to 
Jade's exposed cunt was perhaps the most electrifying sexual act Jade 
had ever experienced. Her body jerked helplessly in its restraints, but 
whether Jade cursed her bondage or rejoiced in it was open to 
conjecture. To be sure, the tethers provided Jade with an essential 
moral deniability, which was critical, given the fact that she was 
about to be fucked by a dog. Enjoyment of the act, on any level, 
required that Jade be forced, coerced, made to enjoy it.

Long, wet strokes of the dog's amazingly large tongue swathed Jade's 
cunt repeatedly, from clit to anus and back, then to the insides of her 
thighs, apparently to collect the vaginal drippings that Jade's horny 
pussy had deposited there. The feel of that huge, sandpaper tongue, so 
crude and warm, licking back and forth over Jade's clit was enough, 
more than enough, to bring the deepest, most impassioned of shattered 
cries to Jade's lips, which she offered freely to any who might care to 
listen.

"I think she likes it," Hicks murmured, amused.

"They always do..." came the soft, breathy response from somewhere 
behind Jade, offered in a husky, latin-accented voice dripping with 
dark arousal, well-contained. Canine tongue spread the lips of Jade's 
cunt, licked directly within the tender split, as if the dog understood 
all too well where to claim the freshest secretions, if not how to 
produce more of them. It was like being sexually assaulted with some 
wet, roughened serpent, a snake intent upon collecting every bit of the 
juices which now dripped freely from Jade's maximally aroused cunt.

And suddenly, Jade found that she didn't care who, or what, was licking 
her so crudely, so damnably intensely. By turns, the cries of outraged 
defilement degenerated to hard, lusty groans, then to long, breathy 
moans. What Jade now wanted, more than anything on earth, was for the 
crude, intense licking to continue. Jade wanted, needed, the dog to 
lick out her aroused, well-spread cunt, for she could not deny the fact 
that she was building with breakneck speed towards a massive orgasm. 
Every time that incredible, huge, soaking-wet tongue licked roughly 
over the sensitive shaft of her inflamed, protruding clitoris, Jade 
edged a little closer to the release she so desperately needed. She 
felt the dog's saliva inching down the insides of her thighs along with 
her own juices, and she didn't care, any more than she cared that it 
was a dog that was licking her. The ferocious inexpertise of the 
animal's tonguing merely added to the sexual thrill he provided, for it 
was shatterin! gly clear to Jade at all times just what it was between 
her legs, driving her inexorably towards climax. The dog's tongue was 
everywhere at once, a great, long, supple slab of warm, wet flesh, its 
texture thrillingly coarse, yet well-lubricated with both the animal's 
copious, drooling spittle and the gel with which Vasquez had earlier 
greased her.

The strong, masculine hands holding Jade's head forced it down, 
compelling Jade to look up along the underside of the sawhorse. She saw 
four solid, thick canine legs standing proudly, directly behind and 
between her own spread legs. The small, vivid muscles in his chest, 
barely visible given the dog's enormous size, rippled with surprising 
fervor as he licked back and forth, up and down Jade's trembling cunt.

However, most shattering of all, a sight which brought a shaky, "Oh my 
god!" to Jade's mouth, was the steady drip, drip, drip of canine drool 
from her spread cunt, commingled with her own juices. There was more of 
it than Jade could scarcely believe! The dog was salivating freely, 
whether due to some innate, unnatural arousal at being offered the cunt 
of a human being to lick or due to simple, instinctual response Jade 
could not guess.

Her head was again lifted, and Jade was surprised to find Hicks 
kneeling before her, his beautiful green eyes staring level at her.

He kissed her, slowly, passionately, his tongue searching Jades' mouth, 
finding her own tongue, entwining sensually with it. To be sure, the 
kiss was forced upon her, but Jade found herself kissing back, opening 
her mouth to the man, allowing him whatever access he desired.

Hicks broke the kiss, his strong hands still full of Jade's head. 
Although he wore a look of cool, supreme, deadly serious composure, his 
hands were shaking slightly.

"Listen to me," Hicks began, quietly, his voice trembling slightly. 
"When he mounts you, don't fight it. He's gonna fuck you, whetehr you 
want it or not. It's better if you relax for him, don't tense up when 
he's going inside you. Just let him slide into you nice and easy, 
especially when he puts his knot into you. If you fight him, it'll just 
hurt you and piss him off. Do you understand?"

Dumbly, Jade nodded as best she could given Hicks' grip on her head. 
"Good girl," the handsome blond cop said as he rubbed a finger 
sensually back and forth over Jade's lips, his voice cool, almost 
grave, rewarding Jade for her acquiescence. All the while, the dog 
licked out Jade's cunt with singular abandon, at times actually 
burrowing his muzzle between her legs, his wet nose pressed tight 
against Jade's anus, his tongue spreading, then actually penetrating 
her vulva, his tongue working the slit, again and again stroking the 
hanging clitoral erection.

Finally, it was too much to bear, and with a deep, unearthly groan of 
pure sexual release, Jade came, spectacularly...

Vasquez knew immediately what was happening, for instantly, her hands 
were on Jade's buttocks, holding her still, stroking gently while Jade 
twisted helplessly in her restraints, offering the dog her climax, her 
cunt on fire. Feverish, lust-soaked grunts and moans of every possible 
variety accompanied the orgasm, which was long and drawn and 
exceedingly comprehensive. Wave after wave of the most obscene sexual 
ecstasy ripped through Jade's pelvis, fueled incessantly by the dog's 
nonstop licking. Jade felt cold, ragged in its aftermath, mentally 
begging the sweet fire to return, vocally begging the dog to continue. 
Words to that effect, dark words filled with "please" and "need" and 
"lick me" fell from her slack mouth, through the caress of Hicks' moist 
fingers.

"Got something better in mind for you," was Vasquez's lurid answer, 
filled with the supreme, unnatural confidence a master feels when 
presented with the abject subjugation of a slave. The hands, strong, 
feminine, skillful, pulled Jade's buttocks apart, allowing the dog even 
greater access to her loins. "I told you I was gonna get this cunt of 
yours fucked..." The voice was so deliciously smooth and authoritative, 
the crude words rolling with latin-inspired resonance from her tongue, 
promising unspeakable perversion.

Then, the intolerable. "Hey Hicks, should we make this one beg for it?" 
Matter-of-fact, detached, backed by a frightening amount of lust. God, 
the young, muscular cop had such a kinky, disgusting way of 
depersonalizing Jade, reducing her to sexual object to be exploited.

Oh, Jesus, I can't beg.... I just can't! Jade thought wildly, closing 
her eyes in shame, unable to comprehend how she might bring herself to 
speak such words, for it was more than clear what Vasquez would make 
her beg for.

"I think she'll break right in half..." Hicks observed quietly.

"That could be interesting..." For a moment, Vasquez's voice was 
malevolent: the slight cruelty of her youth gleamed evilly for a moment 
through her usually extraordinarily composed air of experience and 
resolve.

"We raping her or fucking her up for life?" Hint of disobedience from 
Hicks?

A pause, then the creamy latin-husk once more: "Fuck, Hicks! I think 
you're sweet on her. Didn't know you liked getting it on with dog-
fucking whores..."

"I get it on with you, don't I?" This was offered by Hicks with the 
perfect flavoring of coy insolence.

That left a moment of pregnant silence in its wake, an interesting 
power struggle of sorts amidst continuing depravity. The dog had not 
ceased his steady, dripping oral attack of Jade cunt throughout her 
orgasm, and unbearably, yet another was already building in Jade's 
ultra-excited clitoris, which throbbed powerfully in the aftermath of 
its prior plateau. The sensation of that rough, massive tongue swabbing 
back and forth over Jade's now hypersensitized clitoris was more than 
enough to bring hoarse gasps to Jade's lips.

"Score one for the dumb, well-hung blond," Vasquez acknowledged at 
last, her voice a quiet, voluptuous purr of self-deprecating humor. 
"It's your call..."

Hicks resumed rubbing Jade's lips with his fingers, which Jade was 
beginning to find highly erotic, yet another interesting component of 
her rape. "You serious?"

"You're the one that's sweet on her," Vasquez teased, by way of a 
response to Hicks' question.

"Then no begging. Let's just mate 'em. You half as turned on as I am?"

"What, you fucking kidding?" Vasquez actually barked a quiet, amused 
laugh. "Jesus, Blondie, all the others fucking pale compared to this 
one. She wants some cock so bad, it's tearing her in half... I think, 
just maybe, I can wait my turn for another crack at her..."

"Yeah, well, we'll see who gets her first after Buck is through with 
her..." Hicks promised, with theatrical bravado.

"News flash, Blondie, there ain't gonna be much left of her after Buck 
gets done with her."

A laugh. "Score one for the butch wetback dominatrix..." Then, 
continuing, "Maybe I won't wait... No reason not to mouth-fuck her 
while Buck is reaming her. You want some too?"

A kinky, sensual laugh. "Nah... Just gonna let Buck loose on her, watch 
the two of them rock while I jack off."

"Mmmm, hands off, no supervision..." Hicks seemed to like the idea of 
this a great deal. "Very kinky. He's not gonna hurt her, is he?" His 
concern was evident, and filled Jade with a strange feeling of erotic 
security.

"Not in a way she'll mind..." It was like an evil promise. "Dee let me 
watch Buck do her last weekend, hands off, no guidance at all; damn if 
he didn't know exactly what to do. Shoulda been there, man... fucking 
wonder of nature, this dog. Speaking of which, 'bout time we got these 
two properly introduced, si?"

"Jesus, Vasquez. With respect, you are one filthy slut."

"Compliment accepted, boy." Suddenly, cruelly, the dog's tongue was 
parted from its obscene worship of Jade's cunt.

Jade actually groaned a semi-literate "No!" now as much helpless slave 
to her own body as to her captors.

Unfortunately, this only evoked another amused purr of laughter from 
Vasquez. "Don't worry, mi puta pequena, you don't know what it is to 
cum until you've had this dog inside you. He's fucking possessed."

"Speaking from experience?" Hicks offered.

A rich, trilling "Fuck you, man..." rolled from Vasquez's tongue, her 
latin accent perhaps embellished to emphasize the street origins of the 
epithet. The cop took advantage of the opportunity to allow the dog 
oral access to Jade's spread cunt once more. Greedily, the animal 
immediately burrowed his nose deep into Jade's dripping loins and 
commenced to licking the bald slit every bit as ardently as before. 
Jade began to go out of her mind; another orgasm began to hunt her 
nearly instantaneously.

"Anytime, anywhere..." came Hicks' response, as if the two had danced 
this verbal ballet many times before, his camaraderie with his partner 
evident, almost loving. "You get lonely while you're watching the show, 
you know where to find me..." Again, the man's fingers sought Jade's 
lips, slid between them, almost as if to foreshadow the oral rape he'd 
just promised her.

"Fuckin-A to that," Vasquez laughed. A moment of silence, broken only 
by the rather lewd sounds of the dog, whose name was apparently Buck 
(rather aptly, Jade was forced to concede), still nuzzling and licking 
her bare, spread cunt. Jade was now panting nearly a heavily as the 
dog. "Jesus, Dare, I think we better get this bitch mounted up, or 
Buck's gonna fucking lick her into oblivion. She's about to cum 
again..."

"Please... don't make him stop..."

There was dead silence, even from Jade, who could scarcely believe the 
words that had just spilled from her own mouth.

"It speaks," was Hicks' wry comment, as he lifted Jade's eyes to his, 
stared deep into them.

Vasquez actually laughed, a soft, quiet, satisfied purr of contented 
debauchery. "So it does..." There was no trace of humor now, the young, 
butch cop was deadly serious. The hands on Jade's buttocks fell away 
just then, and she distinctly heard the cop say, "Okay, stud, 
showtime..."

For a moment, Jade didn't realize that Vasquez was speaking to the dog.

Then, Hicks let go of Jade's head, stood, then walked around the 
sawhorse, his nudity prominently displayed along with a long, 
graphically erect penis. He disappeared behind Jade, presumably to join 
his partner. Then, there was profound silence, which was broken only by 
omnipresent canine panting, which despite its thunder in the silence of 
the room, strangely coexisted with the quiet. Jade felt suddenly alone, 
and particularly vulnerable.

Which, of course, did little to explain why her cunt was once more on 
fire, and in dire need of any kind of attention, no matter the source.

A lick again, one, two, three, at her dripping cunt. Intolerably, the 
dog seemed to linger over Jade's clit, before broadly laving the open 
slit all the way to Jade's anus. I swear, Jade thought to herself in 
private horror/admiration, he's deliberately teasing me!

Jade, letting her head fall in shame, chanced to glance rearward 
underneath her, only to see Vasquez, or more correctly her legs and 
lower torso, crouched nearby the dog, to his side, with Hicks kneeling 
directly behind her. His arms were around Vasquez's rippling, powerful 
shoulders, his hands cupping her ample breasts, gently tugging on her 
nipples. Jade could see neither of their faces, but it was clear that 
their sexual comfort with each other was total. However, Jade found 
extremely kinky that they should be watching, patiently waiting, for 
the dog to begin that most profound of sexual defilements, the 
orchestrated rape of a bound human female.

"Is he just going to keep licking her?" This from Hicks, quietly 
spoken, as if afraid to disturb the erotic spell encompassing dog and 
woman.

"No, he's just getting ready to fuck," was Vasquez's equally quiet 
reply. Immediately after this, Jade heard a distinct, low growl from 
the dog, a feral, guttural sound befitting the huge size of the animal. 
"Hear that, Blondie? I've seen this before, he's gearing up to do it. 
Just wait, any second now..."

To Jade, this commentary was like being a witness to one's one 
execution. The anticipation was a thing alive, crawling through her 
lust-soaked brain, ripping her sanity to tiny shreds. Please... the 
forbidden words finally began to slip through her mind, please.... fuck 
me! In that moment, Jade no longer really cared that it was a huge dog 
preparing to rape her, or that it was indeed rape of the most 
contemptible variety. In fact, it was because of that fact that it was 
a dog that Jade was literally going out of her mind with lust. It was 
beyond depraved, an obscenity that could only be lived, experienced, 
never described.

Again, a low, feral growl came from the dog, almost possessive in 
nature. Another exploratory lick, just a tease.

"Is she gonna be wet enough for him?" Hicks' voice was almost a 
whisper.

"Better be, I put about half the tube of lube up her cunt... Besides, 
look at his cock, he's dripping all over the place..." Vasquez finished 
her observation with an evil purr of laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Vas, he so fucking hung... I can't believe that thing 
was ever inside you."

"Just watch, amigo, you're about to get a replay..." Then, after a 
pause, Vasquez continued, "You got a point, though. I asked Dee where 
she got this beast, but she won't spill. I swear," another evil laugh, 
"he's part horse."

"At least," Hicks agreed. "Dee ever weigh him?"

"160 pounds. No lie."

"Shit..."

All at once, there came a lurid, snarling growl, and Jade suddenly felt 
paws on her sweaty back, along with the weight of the animal. Things 
began to happen very quickly.

Jade believed Vasquez regarding the animal's weight. The dog was 
without a doubt the biggest such animal Jade had ever seen, much less 
carried on her back. She also understood immediately why the sawhorse 
was built so carefully and sturdily, and why the padding under Jade's 
hips was so thick and skillfully contoured. The dog forced Jade firmly 
down against the wooden frame, which creaked under the weight. His paws 
slid along Jade's sides, but his claws had been very carefully trimmed 
and polished, such that they did not scratch her (at least, not too 
much...). Then, all at once, Jade felt the close warmth of the dog 
spread all along the length of her back. Something began to drip on her 
neck, and it took Jade a moment to realize that the dog was actually 
drooling on her.

"God damn!" From Hicks, his voice belying enthralled, rather amazed 
amazement. "He is gonna fucking do it..."

"Yeah..." Vasquez breathed, her voice shaky, suddenly otherworldly, as 
if the young, dominant cop were herself shattered by the perversity of 
the act occurring before her.

For her own part, Jade actually screamed, for a moment totally 
overwhelmed by the sexual power of what was transpiring. Not a scream 
of fear, necessarily... more a cry of emotional fury, the body's 
reaction to stimuli so extreme as to simply crush the mind's ability to 
comprehend or cope. The emotion, in Jade's case, was raw lust, and the 
scream, forceful and urgent, served to relieve her somewhat of the 
burden of shame brought on by the terrifying closeness of what had been 
so carefully planned for her.

And then, it actually began to happen.

Accompanied by an excruciatingly sexual moan of open arousal by 
Vasquez, who was obviously watching the action very carefully, Jade 
felt warm moisture squirt against the backs of her spread thighs. The 
fluid was very thin, and immediately ran down either leg all the way to 
the backs of her knees. It could only be the dog's semen, which Jade 
confirmed with a glance beneath her. The sight she saw was like a scene 
from a sexual horror show. The dog's thick, muscular legs, well-spread 
to provide the animal with the leverage he would no doubt be needing 
very soon. The huge ballsac hanging heavily between his legs, swinging 
back and forth as the dog replanted his feet. It looked wet, again 
confirmed when Jade witnessed a drip of something, perhaps lubricant, 
perhaps the dog's seed, perhaps even his sweat, fall from the black-
velvet encapsulated left testicle, which hung forward of, and perhaps 
an inch lower than, its right-hand counterpart.

Then, a glimpse of the dog's immense cock, bobbing heavily.

Oh my god!

Jade's mind recoiled helplessly at what she was seeing. If anything, 
the organ was larger than when Vasquez had first showed it to her. Not 
much longer, thankfully, but thicker, if such a travesty were possible. 
And the awful bulb! The knot, as Hicks had called it, was now as large 
as a balled fist, while the shaft seemed swollen to the point of 
bursting. The entire shaft gleamed evilly, and Jade could actually see 
in several places the lubricant gel clinging to the shaft; Vasquez, 
damn her, had obviously greased the animal's cock well.

As Jade examined it with stunned eyes, the dog ejaculated a long, 
potent stream of thin, hot, utterly clear semen. The stream was flung 
slowly upwards by the bob of the animal's penis, so that when it 
finished, the dog had succeeded in irrigating Jade directly within the 
slit of her spread cunt.

Jade gasped a ragged, shattered "God!" as she watched the legs 
reposition yet again, bringing more swing to the heavy ballsac. The 
animal did not orgasm like a man, not at all; he was hard as stone, 
obviously already climaxing, yet the ejaculation was almost lazy. Long, 
kinky seconds ticked by between eruptions, but when the semen did flow, 
it did so in lush, silken, thrillingly long, yet thin gouts. The was no 
human analogy: the dog seemed specifically designed to fuck.

"Please... god, he'll hurt me!" Jade babbled, in the clearest voice she 
could manage, which quivered uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, whore..." Vasquez's voice, hoarse with her own lust, 
"He'll go gentle at first, then you won't care if it hurts or not." 
Jade could see, just to the side, Vasquez's muscular belly, breathing 
heavily. The cop was kneeling, her back reclined against her partner, 
who was now tugging strongly on the woman's large, dark-brown nipples. 
Vasquez's clit was enormously swollen, again a full four inches long 
and bright red, and the fingers of her right hand were encircled about 
it, masturbating the aberrant structure with steady determination. The 
cop was dripping with sweat. Then, Jade heard the cop's breath catch in 
her throat...

"Yeah... yeah... here it comes..."

Vasquez, it seemed from prior experience with this sort of thing, had 
correctly anticipated what Jade only found out when it happened. The 
dog replanted his powerful feet one last time, standing tall and proud, 
clinging tenaciously to Jade's back, and hunched his hips forward 
carefully... God, how does he know to be careful? ...until the pointed 
tip of his enormous erection contacted the petaled, wide-spread lips of 
Jade's exposed cunt.

It was burning hot and very slippery; again, Vasquez's work was 
evident. Jade could no longer see the organ, only the wet, massive 
ballsac, hanging low, swinging gently as the animal maneuvered. The dog 
inched forward a little more, moving the point directly between the wet 
labia.

Another potent eruption, all over Jade's cunt; she saw the resultant 
slippery moisture drip from her loins and down her legs. The trails of 
cum previously deposited by the animal now reached her calves... 
Urgent, quivering moans of shocked lust now fell from Jade's slack 
mouth in near-continuous chant.

Still another long, slender spurt, this time angled upwards, smearing 
her anus with animal seed, which then dripped down into her cunt. She 
felt disgusting, yet had she been released from her bonds at that 
point, it would have been an open guess as to whether Jade would have 
taken advantage of her freedom, or simply remained where she was, 
prepared to offer the dog the use of her body, in any way he liked.

The panting of the huge dog was like a bellows, quick but surprisingly 
deep and strong.

Jade saw the dog settle his wide hips slightly, then urge his loins 
upwards, bringing his mammoth, enormously swollen cock into direct, 
shocking alignment with Jade's defenseless cunt. True to Vasquez's 
assurances, the animal appeared grotesquely skilled at the art of 
fucking human women.

The pointed tip moved directly between the wet lips of Jade's cunt. 
Nudged gently. Then more insistently, with the broad, shovel-shaped 
bevel of the thick, grotesque glans following behind. Despite the dog's 
careful pace, the initial spreading of Jade's labia was both shockingly 
obscene and deliciously erotic.

Jade gritted her teeth, groaning between them, as the fat, slippery 
head of the dog's penis, well-lubricated and spurting cum, began 
initial penetration. The funky, pointed-conical tip went in easily, but 
there could be no similar ease for the wide, flat glans-bevel following 
immediately behind. It was, simply, immense. Jade, with the tiny part 
of her brain that was still semi-rational, was honestly surprised by 
the strength and extraordinary rigidity of the animal's massive prick. 
It tested Jade's cunt, at first gently, then more firmly, with zero 
flexure, as if the dog's mighty shaft comprised a thin, raw, bright-
red, fleshy jacket encasing a huge steel core.

Grunting incoherently, Jade felt her cunt dilate before this monster, 
the flat, thick glans-cap spreading her even further apart than she 
already was. Jade could actually feel the distension of the veins, to 
tight and close was the contact between animal and human flesh. Jade 
heard herself crying "No, no, NO!" but inside, she was going privately 
insane with excruciating ecstasy.

And still, her cunt spread wider, wider, for the dog, for his cock. He 
was so incredibly big and strong, his cock so huge and massively 
swollen, than Jade couldn't believe the animal might ever slide inside 
her, but the dog was obscenely patient, even as he bore down on Jade's 
spread vulva. The sensation was entirely lewd, to the core of the word, 
and like no other time since she'd been brought to the mansion by 
Vasquez, Jade felt completely, obscenely raped.

The massive, slightly beveled slab that formed the head of the dog's 
cock opened Jade like nothing else ever had. There was pain, a kind of 
itchy burn as her labia ovalled into an obscene mouth, preparing to 
devour its obscene meal. Yet, wider and wider she spread, the 
combination of dog semen and lubricant too slippery to deny the dog his 
ultimate goal, despite the unnatural size of his erection. Jade's cunt 
began to feel warm inside as well, as the animal began to spurt his cum 
directly into her vagina.

At the limit of her dilation, Jade was shaking all over with lust, and 
now fear as well; she did not want to think about what would happen 
when her cunt had climbed all of the dog's mighty cockhead. She felt 
the subtle, textured flare that announced the penile collar of the 
dog's cock, the slightly flared band of darker-red flesh encircling the 
animal's enormous dong at the very maximum of its thickness. Her cunt 
burst into flame, her clit pressed firmly up against the naked red 
membrane, distended outward by the massive thickness of flesh poised to 
ravage her.

"C'mon, perro mio," came Vasquez's horny whisper, her lust now worn 
openly even proudly, if such perverted prurience could be displayed 
proudly. The young cop was obviously past caring, an enthusiastic 
witness to the immoral sexual display she'd so carefully arranged and 
perpetrated. She was now on hands and knees, leaning forward, her head 
craned low to observe the growing connection of the dog's cock to 
Jade's violated cunt. "All the way, boy. Take her, take her..."

Then, the dog grunted a deep, animal grunt and flexed his hips just 
enough to force the collar of his cock past Jade's tight-clinging 
vaginal lips.

The are no words to describe what next occurred, the long, unbelievably 
kinky, thrilling slide of dog cock all the way up into Jade's spread 
cunt. After the passage of the massive, blunt cockhead, the rest of the 
shaft, slightly slimmer and well-greased with sex lube by Vasquez, 
simply slithered into Jade's open cunt like a serpentine predator in 
search of prey, veritably pulled inside by the supreme constriction of 
Jade cunt. The cockhead forged deep, spreading Jade open internally 
with amazingly delicious depravity.

Then, there was the matter of Jade's g-spot. Jade didn't even know she 
had one, although she'd read about it in countless women's magazines. 
However, what she herself had never located, the amazing dog found 
instantly. The wide glans flare of his massive cock, slipping smoothly 
into Jade's cunt, slid directly over an area of unnatural sexual 
sensitivity, just within her cunt on the upper surface of the channel, 
right below her clit. The sensation was electrifyingly sexual, and Jade 
very nearly came right then and there.

But the disgusting, sensual penetration was too overwhelming to allow 
orgasm at this point, the feeling of being slowly, relentlessly, 
helplessly filled too shattering. Jade grunted like an animal herself, 
her hands and feet jerking in their restraints, to no avail. The dog 
took all of her cunt in one thick, hot, wet stroke of iron-hard cock-
piston, the raw animal flesh tasting where by right, only human flesh 
should tread. It was in every way an affront to nature, obscenity of 
the darkest, lowest level, worse... infinitely worse, for the fact that 
it was also rape.

Whatever was happening to Jade's g-spot was having direct influence on 
her clit. Her cunt, never having taken such a huge load of cock, was so 
thrillingly, lewdly stretched that her clit was forced helplessly up 
against the hot, iron-hard shaft of the dog's huge prick, there to be 
dragged slowly, relentlessly along the wet, veiny shaft. Jade felt 
every distended vein, even the very texture of the animal's cock, 
slippery due to the lube and his own semen, yet oddly grainy at the 
same time due to the intricate, dense network of exposed blood vessels 
just under the translucent penile membrane.

Panting hard, much like the animal he was, the dog held full 
penetration for a long moment, as if savoring the tight, hot clasp of 
Jade's strange, human body. Now and then, Jade felt the tip of the 
dog's tongue, hanging from the animal's mouth, it seemed, brush her 
shoulders, spreading his drool all over her back, mixing it with her 
sweat. The dog's loins, pressed in such close, intimate contact by his 
weight, now slid sensually against Jade's perspiration-drenched spine. 
His hind legs were in contact with Jade's, spread wide to provide a 
stable foundation for his fucking.

Despite the fact that her lover, her rapist, was a dog, Jade felt a 
lewd intimacy with the animal. He was, after all, in full sexual 
connection with her cunt, a feat accomplished with what she had to 
admit was unnatural skill. The sensual, heady flavor of being fucked 
was intensely powerful, moreso than with any human lover she'd ever 
had. Jade heard herself offering small, quasi-outraged, disbelieving 
gasps of "oh my god," and "shit," and "no," or at least at first. 
However, as the animal gave her time to adjust to his immense cock, to 
feel it thrust so deeply and sensually, into her burning, horny cunt, 
her vocabulary soon changed, more "ohhhs" and "ahhhs" and even a shaky, 
hesitantly offered, "so deep... he's so deep!"

And indeed he was. The massive, flared cockhead was deep within her 
body now, the dog having slid it his massive erection to within a 
breath of Jade's cervix.

And still, Jade knew that the enormous bulb still lay outside her body. 
He can't put it in! There's no room! Still, Jade suspected the dog had 
a differing opinion, and in the most secret depths of her lust-soaked 
brain, she wondered, lasciviously, what it might feel like. In her 
defense, Jade could scarcely help the dark thoughts, given that she 
could explicitly feel the throbbing bulb of engorged flesh pressing 
tightly against her labia, actually having nudged the lips 
preliminarily apart. The feeling was utterly debauched, holding the 
promise of yet more shattering penetration, more unlawful, depraved 
rape.

Perhaps most amazingly, most disgustingly (and yes, most erotically) of 
all, Jade could feel, with exquisite, wrenching clarity, the dog 
ejaculating into her, over and over and over. The sensation was 
thrillingly, sensually lucid, particularly since the animal was fucking 
her so slowly and sensually. His cock throbbed powerfully, as Jade had 
felt many a human lover do upon orgasm, except ten times as intense. No 
wonder he's panting like that! Jade realized, shocked and aroused at 
the same time, a sensation that she was actually growing accustomed to. 
He cums so hard!

The dog's orgasm cycle was absolutely unchanged, despite the fact that 
several minutes had elapsed since he'd had first begun to penetrate 
her. The throbbing was feverish and continuous, accompanied by the 
clockwork ejaculatory spurts, once every four or five seconds. Each 
pulse was an obscenity, a long, fluid rush that Jade felt travel the 
length of her vagina through the animal's cockflesh, only to drench her 
inside, warming her belly, creating a weird, undeniably sexy feeling of 
being graphically filled. It was, in one sense, every woman's dream 
fuck, a huge, slippery, titanically aroused cock, handsome in its ugly 
sexual brutality and primitive efficiency, long and hot and metal-hard, 
thrust deep and full into her cunt, spraying her with fantasy-amounts 
of hot, potent semen.

Jade found herself unintentionally moaning in time to the animal's 
cumshots. She knew all too well what was happening inside her; the dog 
had been cumming like that for minutes now, a long, wet spurt of cum 
every few seconds... It added up, yet Jade was afraid to do the math, 
knowing that the final result would be that her cunt was being 
inexorably drowned, filled, drenched with dog cum. Intolerable, but 
Jade could no longer deny that it was massively arousing as well. She 
could feel the evil warmth growing in her belly, and knew the dog was 
totally filling her with his animal seed. There could be no great 
indignity...

Jade was, of course, totally wrong.

Dimly, Jade heard a soft, urgent groan, as Vasquez climaxed, her hand 
full of a mutant quantity of clitoral flesh, shockingly engorged. Jade 
let her head fall, tired from staring back up along the underside of 
the sawhorse for so long, to stare at the floor. She saw a long, gooey 
trail of the dog's saliva hanging from her left shoulder, then drop to 
the rubber mat below. She also noticed, for the first time, that she 
herself had been drooling in abject lust during the dog's initial 
penetration; her lips were moist, and she licked them clean.

"He's going slow..." The comment had been offered by Hicks, his voice 
still library quiet. He was obviously being even more careful not to 
interfere with the dog or his lusty, obscene work.

"Not for long," Vasquez gasped softly, coming down slowly off of what 
had sounded like a huge orgasm, such as only she was capable of 
experiencing.

As if on cue, literally seconds after Vasquez's prediction, the dog's 
innate sexual programming (or training -- Jade put nothing past these 
people) asserted itself, and he began to fuck. Again, it was wholly 
unlike any human analogy, the dog's interpretation of sexual 
intercourse was less stroking, more animal rut.

He began by dragging his moist erection from Jade's wide open cunt, 
pulling out until just the fat, wicked cockhead lay within her labia. 
Jade felt a wet cascade down her legs, and although she knew her eyes 
would drink in unimaginable depravity, her sexual insanity forced her 
to look, down, back along the underside of the sawhorse once more, to 
watch, astonished, the dog's cum running down the backs of her muscular 
legs, dripping directly from her pussy in a continuous seminal drool. 
Already, not more than a few minutes into the bestial act, the dog had 
soaked Jade's vagina with his thin, hot seed, and only now, with the 
huge bulb no longer plugging the entrance to her cunt, the long, thick 
shaft no longer damming the feral reservoir, the animal's hot, cummy 
surplus was somewhat free to drain from Jade's body. Even Hicks 
breathed a "shit..." under his own astounded breath, while Vasquez 
leaned in closer, her head now a mere foot or so from the lusty, 
appalling connection o! f dog with woman. Her eyes were wide, 
fascinated, and Jade saw again, fleetingly, the cop's youth, her 
amoral, oddly erotic curiosity.

When the dog reentered Jade, it was with a brutal, forceful lunge that 
surprised everyone in the room.

A cry ripped from Jade's mouth at the rude intrusion, hot, impossibly 
thick dog cock slipping deep into her body, the questing, spurting head 
rammed fully up her vaginal channel, briefly contacting her cervix, 
spraying it with another potent stream of cum. "Fuck!" Jade groaned out 
between clenched teeth, feeling the dog's knot make firm, determined 
contact with the bare-shaved lips of her cum-wet labia. Jade even felt 
the dog's heavy balls slap her asscheeks, despite the bulk of the 
animal's knot between them and her body; they hung that low. This 
reconciled with the sight Jade's eyes were greedily drinking in, as the 
black, velvety ballsac shook and swung with the force of the dog's 
virile thrust.

Again, the dog pulled, dragged, yanked his cock from its hot, tight 
embrace, the friction a delicious, exquisite pleasure for Jade. 
Probably for the dog too, she thought wildly, humanizing the soft 
grunts the dog was making as he fucked. The sounds were sensually 
erotic to Jade's ears, lent still more appeal by the now steady, 
forceful panting of the animal. Jade was now very warm, primarily due 
to the close contact of the dog's body, his silky fur matted with her 
own sweat. For his part, the dog was now drooling steadily onto Jade's 
back, really the only aspect of the dog fuck that was repulsive in 
actuality. Still, Jade scarcely noticed, and in a very dark corner of 
her mind, the commingling of their bodily fluids, the sweat and spit as 
well as the semen and vaginal lubrication, did add a certain deviancy 
beyond that already implied by bestial copulation.

Again, the dog held his rhythmically spitting cock just inside Jade's 
cunt. She could feel the fat, blunt, shovel-head of the animal's glans 
spread her apart in preparation for a disgorgement that never came. The 
dog, obviously, wasn't finished with her, not by a long stretch. Again, 
the sex fluids drooled from her cunt to drip slowly down her already 
well-slicked legs. By chance, Jade looked down at the floor between her 
legs, saw the accumulating puddle of dog cum on the rubber mat. Also, 
the semen had run al the way down past her knees, curling around her 
calves, and was dripping steadily from her shins. Additional trails of 
the fluid were forging a steady path towards her shackled ankles. God, 
this fucking dog is creaming all over me! Jade babbled mentally, 
privately enjoying both the depravity of the thought and the now-
comfortable sensation of obscene disgust.

Yes, the disgust was a major element of her arousal, Jade had to admit 
to the part of herself that still harbored reasoning faculties. 
Actually, that tiny part of Jade's brain was forming, achieving, a sort 
of detached lucidity, even as her body began to respond more openly to 
the animal, the filthy, forceful, damnably skillful fucking he was 
giving her. God damn Vasquez, it's not enough for that cunt, she 
reasoned (thrilled to ascribe the epithet to her captor, even though it 
was a compliment), to let a dog rape me... No, the dog's also got to be 
huge and hung like a donkey and able to cum in buckets and fuck like, 
well, like an animal!

Jade ground her teeth, as the dog rammed home again, his loins jumping 
against her buttocks, the thick, massive animal cockmeat slithering up 
inside her once more with swift, horny virility, the knot once more 
pressed hard against her labia, spreading the wet lips apart a little 
more with each thrust.

Yeah, look at her! Jade mused, watching the young latina's dark, fiery 
eyes, glazed with open lust, checking, intimately examining the 
connection of Jade's body to the animal, her hand again between her 
legs. And she calls me a slut! With the same detached part of her 
brain, Jade could see, in the corner of her eye, Hicks kneeling behind 
his partner, thrusting slowly, obviously fucking Vasquez to their 
mutual pleasure (doggie-style, of course!).

Jade heard herself grunt loudly as the dog bottomed out in her cunt. 
Always, always, the powerful, trembling throb to announce the next 
ejaculation. Oh, shit! That was a long one... Indeed, the animal's 
orgasm seemed to be slowly deepening, incredible in light of the fact 
that the fuck had already lasted well over five minutes and that the 
dog had started "cumming" even before he got inside Jade's cunt. I 
wonder how long... Jade mused to herself, but the animal then and there 
stole the last of both her dignity and her sanity, for suddenly, 
vengefully, he got down to business and began to fuck Jade Masterson 
like nothing else ever had...

Suddenly, cockmeat was ripped from Jade's cunt, then plunged back 
inside, even before the usual tablespoonful of dog cum could leak from 
her cunt. Then again, and again, and yet again! The dog seemed suddenly 
to find his bestial pace, and the thrusts exploded with speed and force 
as the animal accustomed himself to the height and position of Jade's 
spread vulva.

Up and back. Up and back. Again and again and again. The dog did not 
relent, his hips driving against Jade's buttocks, his wet balls 
slapping them over and over. Jade began to chant unconsciously, a 
litanous "uh-uh-uh" interspersed with the odd "AHHH!" when the dog 
occasionally thrust particularly hard and deep. There was some pain... 
perhaps the animal was bruising her cervix. It mattered not one bit, 
for all the sensations wracking Jade's overloaded, tightly filled cunt, 
the hot friction, the quick, stabbing cock thrusts, the warm, slippery 
lubrication of dog cum, vaginal secretion, and sexual lubricant, 
synergized into...

Jade's orgasm arrived suddenly, with a horrible strength. The wet, 
kinky rush of animal cockmeat back and forth over her enlarged 
clitoris, rubbing it with tight, forceful vigor, drove Jade over the 
edge, made her climax, helplessly and fully, and incredibly deeply! A 
sound came from Jade's mouth of a kind she'd never heard, a raw, 
guttural moan of sexual nirvana. There could be no doubt any longer, to 
anyone, to Vasquez, Hicks, Jade herself: Jade Masterson was deeply, 
fully enjoying (at least on a primitive sexual level, and arguably on 
every mental level, even the level which cursed Vasquez with sensual, 
thankful, vile metaphors), the aggressive, kinky, forced bestiality to 
which she was being subjected.

"Shit, did she just cum?" This from Hicks, of course. How like a man to 
have to ask, Jade laughed inside, even when I'm just about screaming my 
throat out...

"Jesus, cabron, what are you, blind?" was Vasquez's sensually 
incredulous reply, full of erotically aggressive, youthful irritation. 
"He's fucking tearing the woman apart, she's loving every second of 
it... Of course she just came, pendejo!"

Jade saw the cop inch forward, dragging her partner (and his cock) with 
her, until her face, beads of perspiration dripping down its sides, was 
a mere foot from the dog's driving flanks. Then, Jade saw her drop to 
her elbows and crane her neck, until she could look up directly between 
the dog's thick, well-spread legs. Jade could only imagine the sight 
the cop must have seen there, for Vasquez's dark, wide eyes widened 
still further, and a silent "Dios..." formed on her lips, even as her 
partner thrust against her muscular buttocks. Unblinking, Vasquez 
continued to stare in rapt wonder up between the dog's legs, watching 
the depravity which lurked there.

The dog was insatiable, thrusting with long, deep powerful strokes into 
Jade's spread, unprotected cunt. The speed of his rutting was ungodly, 
a brutal, repetitive ramming, the bulb kissing Jade's labia every time. 
The pace bordered on frenzy. Jade could not understand how any animal 
could fuck so rapidly, so hard, even as she gave silent thanks for it. 
It was a pace which no human could hope to match.

Jade wanted it, all of it. The fact that it was a dog fucking her, deep 
inside her body, thrusting according to some primitive, instinctual 
plan, made no difference. In fact, it was erotic in its own right. 
There could be no greater obscenity, and Jade was experiencing it to 
the full, every kinky, unnatural, immoral bit of it. It made her feel 
unnatural, kinky, and immoral in return. Jade had never felt such 
sexual abandon, such purity of arousal, as she did now, all pretense of 
resistance gone.

"Oh, ohhhhh, p-p-pl... pl..." for forbidden words balanced at the brink 
of expression. Jade searched her soul, wondering whether the capacity 
for such obscenity existed within her, fearing it, yet needing it.

Then, her eyes caught Vasquez. The young cop was looking right at 
her...

Their eyes linked, entwined, and Vasquez offered Jade a sly, quiet 
smile. The dark, latin orbs glanced up into Jade's crotch, to the 
monstrous act occurring there, then back into Jade's eyes. The smile 
grew more expectant, warmer. Her full lips opened, the words smooth, 
mellow, lover-intimate:

"C'mon, Jade... tell him..."

The dam burst. "Please... Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!" The 
words came suddenly, freely, naturally, an extension of Jade's soul. 
She wanted the dog's cock, his cum, his seed, his sexual essence. Had 
it been genetically possible, and had he been able to make the request, 
Jade might have had his puppies! Thankfully, all the dog seemed to want 
was to jam his cock as far up Jade's tight, slippery cunt as hard and 
as often as he possibly could.

Through watering eyes, Jade saw Vasquez smile broadly, then return her 
eyes to their connected organs. "Don't worry, baby," she husked, all 
trace of dominance gone, "He will..." The statement held kinky 
promises.

Slap, slap, slap, the dog's loins kissed Jade's butt again and again. 
The animal was in a frenzy, his rutting a carnal, vile affair. 
Abnormally stiff, like a raw, fleshy steel piston, the dog rammed home 
over and over, up and back, in and out, an evil jackhammer. The whole 
of Jade's cunt burned with wicked warmth, both from the dog's issue and 
the friction of the repetitious slippage of cock through her cunt. 
Jade's clit was roughly dragged back and forth, rubbed and stroked and 
massaged by the massive, steaming animal cockmeat sliding back and 
forth over its protruding shaft. The heat and pace of the fucking no 
longer allowed Jade to sense the dog's ejaculation, but she knew that 
such intense fucking must be giving the animal an incredible amount of 
sexual fulfillment. His panting was feverish now, great draughts of 
air, lightning quick, like a marathoner on the last mile.

The burn in Jade's cunt became an itchy inferno, and with a ragged sob, 
Jade came again, every bit as hard, and long, long, long. The sensation 
of that massive cockshaft slipping in and out, dragging back and forth 
over her swollen clitoris even as it exploded in orgasm, was 
supernatural, demonic. For a long time, nearly a minute, Jade could 
barely breath, only grunt and groan through gritted teeth as the climax 
bathed her entire pubic region in rich, sexual ecstasy. Her cunt 
tightened helplessly around the dog's huge erection, spasming 
repeatedly, providing them both with heightened sexual pleasure, 
intensifying the fuck still further. The unnatural shape of the dog's 
penis was felt most clearly then, the thick, brutal cockhead spreading 
her apart on each withdrawal, then plunging back up inside her, 
followed by the slightly more slender midshaft, then the inevitable 
prod of the swollen bulb.

"Uhhhhnnnngg," was the shattered, inarticulate, rather lengthy grunt of 
ultimate sexual satisfaction that slipped sensually from Jade's slack 
mouth. The dog held her tightly, his front legs and paws locked firmly 
to both Jade and the sawhorse, his weight fully on her back, and still, 
he fucked, although the pace was slackening. Instead, the animal was 
now beginning to thrust harder, deeper, slower, each slippery stab an 
obscene sexual impalement. Jade could offer no resistance, even her 
hands and ankles were slack in their cuffs. Worse, or better, 
considering Jade's current state of quiet sexual insanity, her latest 
orgasm left her not just tired, dripping with sweat, but also relaxed, 
including her cunt, such that the dog was able to thrust more deeply 
into her unresisting body. The fucking no longer hurt at all; either 
the relaxation provided Jade with additional pliancy, or else the pain 
had somehow magically transmuted to erotic arousal.

Again, Jade looked between her ruthlessly spread legs, glistening with 
canine semen, saw that her cunt was now dripping dog cum steadily, 
despite the tight connection of her cunt with the dog's enormous cock. 
The dog felt huge, beautifully huge inside her, filling her with 
inhuman totality, spraying her with what must surely be an unnaturally 
copious amount of semen. The smell of it, the animal's cum, with 
everywhere thick, but particularly so underneath the sawhorse, a rich, 
sharp tang of musky, humid canine effluvia, thick with sperm, Jade was 
sure, all wasted on her. Just one more indignity in a long list of 
indignities, but again, in Jade's now more accepting frame of mind, 
another element of her arousal. The bestial, masculine reek of the 
dog's orgasm was all around her, deep in her nose, reeking from their 
connected organs.

The dog thrust particularly hard, bringing a lusty grunt from Jade's 
lips. But this time, the dog ground to a halt, instead began to hunch 
his hips more firmly against Jade's buttocks.

Jade cried out, feeling the massive bulb kissing her labia with growing 
pressure. Then, the most kinky of sensations began to leak up from 
Jade's abused, already well-fucked cunt and into her brain. Her cunt, 
now relaxed in the aftermath of her latest orgasm, was spreading open 
even further! The sensation was lewd beyond belief, as the dog forced 
her to part steadily, prying Jade open, clearly preparing her to 
accept, whether she wanted it or not, the final, aberrant element of 
his wild, massive cock.

Jade wanted it, all right... even if the reality of it was too obscene 
to contemplate.

Jade felt a hand on her leg, caressing the smooth, cum-soaked skin 
gently, lovingly. Jade dropped her eyes along the underside of the 
sawhorse, saw Vasquez fondling her, mesmerized by the unfolding 
obscenity occurring between Jade's legs. "Good girl, Jade," the cop 
whispered, awed by the sight. "Relax, let him in, all the way, you're 
gonna love this!" Then, suddenly, the steel discipline was back in her 
voice, but not directed at Jade. "Jesus, Hicks, get the hell out of my 
cunt and get over here, you gotta see this!"

Obediently, Hicks withdrew and crawled around behind the dog, his cock 
rock-hard and glistening from his partner's cunt, crouching down with 
Vasquez to watch her cunt dilate for the massive knot. The dog was no 
longer thrusting, but seemed to know exactly what to do. He bore down 
on Jade's ass, his massive, abnormally stiff cock sliding exquisitely 
slowly deeper into Jade's dripping cunt.

"Oh, Jesus, he's so fucking hard..." Jade thought it was a mental 
comment, then realized she'd actually said it aloud. Moaned it, 
actually, in a voice normally heard only in pornographic videos. Her 
eyes widening in surprise even as her vulva was steadily forced wider 
and wider, a mouth preparing to devour its unnatural meal with 
disgusting relish.

Hicks seemed about to say something, but Vasquez sensed it instantly, 
and put a firm hand on his forearm. "Yeah," she said, her voice quiet, 
trembling with lust, sharing it with Jade. Jade looked into her eyes, 
saw more than warmth... Jade could taste the growing bond between 
herself in the mysterious, lusty police officer. "Say it again..."

Jade felt her clit begin to itch again, the knot forcing it down, away 
from her body, making it protrude obscenely. God, this woman really 
knows how to turn me on! The request had been tinged with just the 
slightest, kinkiest amount of dominance; the woman seemed to be able to 
turn her sexy, butch authority on and off at whim, and apply it in any 
degree desired. Despite its sensually light overtone, Jade was a 
helpless to resist it as she would have had Vasquez barked it as a more 
formal order.

"So big... so fucking huge..." Jade gasped softly. "So fucking hung..."

Vasquez's lips parted, and she licked them slowly with that long, 
skillful tongue of hers, obviously aroused by Jade's admission. "Yeah," 
the cop breathed back, her eyes now trading time between Jade's eyes 
and her violated cunt. "I know... I've been strapped into that sawhorse 
a few times myself..." The hand on Jade's leg slid upward, through the 
accumulated canine seminal slime, then up and down the back of her 
thigh, oh so sensually. "Jade, I want you to forgive me for letting 
Buck rape you. I want you to forgive me right now."

The order, softly whispered, nevertheless carried with it the full, 
unrestricted force of the young, latina cop's unnaturally dominant 
authority.

"I.. I forgive you..." Jade gasped, shattered by the intimacy of the 
moment. She could now feel the lips of her cunt climbing that veiny, 
swollen bulb of cockflesh, the dog forcing it slowly inside her with 
now-powerful pressure. "God, Vas, I forgive you!"

Vasquez savored the capitulation with a low, purred "mmmmmm." Then, 
"After Buck is locked up inside you, Jade, I want you to thank me. And 
call me Nita..."

Again, Vasquez's timing was impeccable, for not more than a second 
later, the dog pushed his tremendous, fiercely rigid cock hard into 
Jade's cunt, and amazingly, the lips managed, barely, to spread open 
amidst a burning heat, dragged up and over the gnarly, veiny surface of 
the dog's massive knot. The brink was reached, eased by the dog's own 
cum, as well as Jade's dripping vagina, although the friction still 
lewd and unnatural. Also, Vasquez, damn her soul! had greased the knot 
with particular care, knowing that the dog must inevitably seek to 
introduce it into Jade's cunt, despite its brutal size.

With sudden vengeance, the lips crawled over the widest part of the 
slimy bulb, and along with a gruesome, wholly obscene sucking sound, 
the great, thick knot of cockflesh slipped fully, forcefully, suddenly 
inside Jade's cunt, completing the outrage, sealing the orifice 
totally, filling Jade to a perverse degree. The dog's heavy, wet 
testicles were pressed tightly up against Jade's massively plugged 
cunt.

At last, the huge Great Dane could go no deeper, he could fuck her no 
more fully. The rape, the depraved bestiality, was now total, and 
inextricable.

Jade finally hissed an exhale she'd been holding during the passage of 
the cruel knot through her cuntlips, a long, ragged, sensually defeated 
moan following. She had to swallow several times, her throat bone-dry 
after the ordeal. Finally, she moaned once more, as much for herself as 
for Vasquez.

"Thank you... Nita," Jade managed to husk, in a voice she didn't 
recognize.

"You're so fucking welcome, baby," Vasquez purred softly, obviously 
enthralled, excited, and sensually fulfilled in some dark, kinky, yet 
benign way by Jade's submission. Jade felt Vasquez plant a sensual kiss 
on her cum-wet leg... Oh, god, she's actually tasting dog cum! "You're 
a full-on bitch now," she added, with a hint of dry humor, still lust-
filled. "How's it feel, Jade, to be tied with a dog?" Her questions 
were obscene, yet sensual, honest curiosity filling her words.

"Uh, uhnnn... full!" Jade moaned, feeling the dog, allowing her cunt to 
massage his cock, savoring every inch of raw, bright-red animal meat. 
"Disgusting... violated... Subhuman."

"Mmmm, 'subhuman'... I like that," Vasquez murmured. "Tell me you love 
it."

"I love it, Nita." The words came easier now for Jade, sharing them 
with Vasquez... with Nita... was unbearably erotic. To be raped by a 
dog was one thing... to admit how much you liked it, that was another. 
"Fuck, I love it..." Jade flexed gently in her restraints. "God, I can 
still feel him squirting..."

Indeed, the sexy feeling of being relentlessly filled with dog cum was 
back with a vengeance, now that the dog was again still within her 
cunt. The pulsing, the hot, delicious throbbing of the dog's thick, 
veiny cockmeat was all the more graphic because of knot stretching her 
cunt. It was growing, swelling larger, expanding within Jade's vagina, 
locking her together ever more tightly with the big dog. Eeven now, 
given the lusty tightness of her cunt around the huge bulb, every 
potent eruption of cum was transmitted with crystal clarity. "H-h-how 
long..."

"Until he's finished?" Jade heard Vasquez laugh a dark, debauched 
laugh, which drew Jade's eyes back down, to meet the cop's. She saw 
Vasquez's dark, nimble hand sliding back and forth on the back of her 
thigh, then on the dog's thigh, caressing both of them, spreading cum 
over both. "Let's just say you're not going anywhere for awhile."

Jade saw Vasquez turn towards Hicks. "Go get the mirror. I want Jade to 
see this."

Hicks smiled, shook his head slowly in admiration. "Jesus, Vas, no 
mercy." He got up, cock still erect and wet.

"Don't mind him," the cop whispered to Jade. "He's seen me work too 
often... thinks I'm Queen of the Dominatrixes."

"You are," Jade gasped.

That drew an actual, honest laugh. "Fuck no! Deanna is the Queen 
Dominatrix. You never want to piss her off, trust me. I'm just a horny 
wetback slut." Vasquez must have seen Jade's lip curl in distaste at 
Vasquez's pronouncement. "Oh, you agree?" The soft, confident laugh 
Jade knew so well made love to her ears. "Take a look at this, puta, 
then tell me who's the slut..."

Hicks returned, handed a flat, square mirror to Vasquez, perhaps a foot 
long on each side. This Vasquez carefully brought under the dog's 
straining body, between his legs. The cop angled the mirror.

The obscenity was suddenly, graphically revealed to Jade, taking her 
breath away yet again, bringing a whimper of sexual passion to her 
lips. The dog had succeeded in implanting the entirety of his massive 
cock into Jade cunt, which was lewdly stretched about the animal's 
lusty endowment. Only the barest half-inch of thick, red cock could be 
seen connecting the dog's body to hers, but just within the split of 
Jade's pussy, the huge swell of cockmeat that comprised the animal's 
swollen knot could just be seen, spreading Jade open internally, 
filling her with delicious totality.

"Unhh, god!" Jade half-cursed, simultaneously disgusted and 
monumentally aroused. She could feel the dog's knot still slowly 
expanding, growing still larger within her; her cunt was bathed in the 
heat of the resultant sensual dilation. "H-he's getting bigger.... 
inside me..."

"No feeling like it on earth..." Vasquez breathed quietly, closely 
examining their connected bodies, her nostrils flaring sensually, 
taking in the thick, sexual scent. "Can you feel him cumming?"

Jade had to take a few deep breaths before answering. The massive bulb 
was applying growing pressure to her g-spot, and the dog would 
occasionally rock his body against hers, which moved the knot slightly 
within her cunt, forcing her to feel exactly how large it had swelled. 
And never for a moment did the long, wet squirts of cum slack, the dog 
shooting hot, kinky streams of watery canine semen every few seconds 
like clockwork. In the mirror, Jade saw dog cum glistening on the backs 
of her legs, smeared all over her pussy; a drip of it even hung from 
her engorged, swollen clit. Despite the tightness of the seal, the 
animal's cum was dripping from her spread cunt, albeit in small, watery 
drops.

Just the smallest, teasing glimpse of the massive, bright-red bulb of 
flesh held within her abused, violated cunt was enough to send 
shockwaves of lust throughout Jade's body. "Yes," Jade gasped through 
gritted teeth, answering Vasquez's question. "Y-y-yes, I can still feel 
him cumming." An orgasm was nearing, her third since they'd let the dog 
have her. Glancing back into the mirror, Jade saw that the massive knot 
buried in her cunt had spread her so widely that her clit had been 
forced to protrude obscenely from her cunt. Behind it burned a sensual, 
erotic itch supplied by the pressure of the dog's huge cockbulb against 
her sensitive g-spot, an itch which was steadily leaking into and up 
her clitshaft.

In awe, Jade watched Vasquez reach up between Jade's legs, gently 
stroke the insides of her cum-wet thighs, caress the moist, slippery 
flesh, before sliding up, up, up, until her fingers made gentle contact 
with the obscenely dilated labia. The fingers lightly scratched the 
wet, tight-wrapped flesh, carefully felt the connection of the dog's 
cock to Jade's cunt.

"See his balls?" Vasquez directed Jade's eyes to the heavy, black 
testicles. They were very slowly slipping up and down within their wet, 
glistening black scrotal envelope. "See them move? Buck's giving you 
live ammo now... All the watery stuff before is just preparation, this 
is the real thing." The hand slid between the dog's thick legs, openly 
caressed the ballsac, carefully hefted each testicle in turn.

The dog jumped slightly at Vasquez's manipulation of his balls, his 
cock driving deeper into Jade's cunt. Jade gasped, unable even to cry 
out, the sensation was so intense.

"You gonna cum again?" Simple question, asked without guile or 
aggression. Almost as if she wants me to enjoy myself now.

"Almost there," Jade grunted, teeth gritted, preparing herself as best 
she could.

"Want some help?" Again, neutral question.

"Yes!" Jade nearly cried, even though she was half-afraid of what the 
request might precipitate.

Then, she saw Vasquez smile quietly. The mirror was laid aside, and the 
cop crawled beneath the dog's panting belly, her face inching closer, 
closer. The dark, sensual eyes half-closed in erotic satisfaction as 
the full, red lips parted, tongue extended, gently contacted Jade's 
erect clit, licked the hanging drip of cum from the organ...

The lips closed softly, began to suck gently on the erect flesh.

As aggressive, as ferociously dominative as the young cop had been with 
Jade earlier, now Vasquez's face was etched with erotic concern, 
tender, even loving care. The fine, dark brows knitted in concentration 
as the young latina slowly, expertly attended to Jade's itchy clit, 
first sucking gently, then backing off and licking it with slow, long, 
searching licks of her long, agile tongue, simultaneously pleasuring 
Jade no end and cleaning her clit of accumulated canine semen, the 
taste of which Vasquez seemed not to mind at all, or indeed even 
notice. In fact, as Jade watched in rapt sexual fascination, she saw 
Vasquez occasionally apply her tongue to the actual connection of cock 
to cunt, gently licking at the well-stretched labia, cleaning them of 
accumulated lubricant and dog cum.

Vasquez saw Jade watching her. The dark eyes became frisky, and with a 
knowing wink and a soft, hungry moan, the cop opened her mouth further, 
drew it back, and very gently took one of the dog's big testicles into 
her mouth.

Jadd was hypnotized by the sheer audacity of it.

The dog jumped slightly against Jade's buttocks, bringing a grunt to 
Jade's lips, but Vasquez did not hold her prize long, instead allowing 
the large, velvet-encased sphere to slip from her lips. However, she 
then began to actually tongue the dog's balls, her lips holding each 
testicle in turn, then her tongue snaking out to lick the black 
ballsac. This the dog seemed to like a great deal, for he began to 
whine softly and strain against Jade's asscheeks, moving his knot 
gently, thrillingly inside her cock-filled cunt. Jade could feel the 
dog ejaculating strongly, long, potent squirts of cum marked by longer 
intervals between each one, as if the animal now needed more time to 
recover from each gout. The dog's entire penis now throbbed powerfully 
in time to his ejaculations.

Vasquez's tongue wandered over the animal's heavy balls, licking, at 
times sucking, before returning to Jade's clit. There, the woman began 
to nurse the swollen bud with increased fervor, licking up and back 
along the underside, from the dog's connected penis, around Jade's 
pisshole, up along her clitshaft, then the lips pulling the shaft 
inside the hot, expressive mouth, there to be thoroughly sucked and 
cleaned. Jade felt the climax approaching slowly, yet with massive 
force, building and building within her loins, fueled by both the dog's 
amazing, throbbing erection and the cop's hot, intimate skillful mouth.

Hands, in her hair. Jade found her head lifted, to confront an angrily 
swollen human cock, long and iron-hard, the tip wet with a large, clear 
bead of precum. The torso, belly, and thighs were lean, muscular, 
powerful, very masculine, despite the absence of pubic hair. The balls 
were shiny and large, not so large as the dog's, but still larger than 
one normally found hanging between a man's legs. The scrotum, 
absolutely smooth and devoid of pubic hair, glistening with a light 
sheen of sweat and Vasquez's cunt, the pale twin of the dog's 
testicles.

No words were spoken, Hicks' expectation was powerfully evident to both 
he and Jade. There could be no resistance, even had Jade wanted to 
offer any. Instead, Jade obediently opened her mouth to Vasquez's 
partner, and with no hint of shame, he took complete, thrilling 
advantage of Jade's helplessness, and her sexual hunger, by sliding the 
swollen head of his cock against, then between, Jade's lips.

With a long, trembling, exquisitely slow thrust, Hicks raped Jade's 
mouth to the back of her throat, then told her to suck in a quiet, 
breathy voice. The man did not have the authoritative presence of his 
partner, not by a long shot, but strangely, he seemed to wear a mantle 
of domination borrowed from his partner. Indeed, as he growled dark, 
kinky words of sexual encouragement to Jade as she sucked him tenderly, 
it was as if both he and Jade knew that every action was backed by the 
threat of Vasquez's possessive domination, should either of them 
misbehave.

As if on cue: "Take it easy on her, Dare," between attentive licks to 
Jade's throbbing clit, which felt like it was hanging directly into 
Vasquez's hot mouth. "But make sure she tastes some cum, si?"

"It's a promise," Hicks grunted, feeding his cock deep, watching in 
sexual fascination as he gently compelled Jade's lips to slide up the 
thick, wet shaft. He slid his own hand down his belly, to carefully 
grasp his own erection, then forced it slowly deeper into Jade's 
reflexively sucking mouth, squeezing himself firmly to bloat his 
erection more fully. Jade tasted the man's own particular brand of 
sexual domination, lighter than that of his partner: less dominance, 
more sex. This was good, Jade decided mentally, since the man fucked 
better than he dominated. His sexual dominance was the sort that arose 
naturally from his manhood, his masculine virility. Vasquez's intense 
brand of sexual dominance was more like manufactured masculinity, the 
cloak of male aggression worn to kinky perfection by a woman, with no 
shame or concealment. Indeed, Jade got the impression that Vas really 
liked, even loved, acting with overt, almost theatrical, masculine 
sexuality. Yet, the woman did it with such damnable skill that far from 
being comical, the effect was torrid, obscenely kinky, sexually 
electrifying. In fact, Vasquez's peculiar, flavorful portrayal of 
conspicuous sexual "masculinity" was far stronger than that of her 
partner, although it was applied with such incredible skill that she 
never once lost her identity as a woman. She remained that, first and 
foremost, a female of unnatural power, her "butch" a transcendent 
identity straddling the gender division with delicate, supreme balance.

Hands began to gently "force" Jade's mouth up and down Hicks' long, 
iron-hard erection, the fingers caressing the sides of her face, 
slipping to the back of her head to better force himself in and out of 
her mouth. Jade could taste the man's orgasm developing already, the 
sweet/salt of his precum, mixed with the sensual tang of Vasquez's 
cunt, which still lingered on his cock.

The dog had settled into a long, deep cum, spurting over and over up 
her cunt, totally locked with her, content to remain so, his weight 
resting easily on Jade's sweaty back, his massive cock tight-wrapped 
with female human cunt, forepaws locked to her body, clutching her 
tightly in intimate canine embrace, panting like a bellows.

Together, Vasquez, Hicks, and Buck used Jade's body for their 
respective pleasure: Hicks and the dog took their pleasure with selfish 
male pride, Vasquez provided it with unselfish, loving female care. 
Jade gratefully, eagerly sucked and licked and orally worshipped Hicks' 
huge, gleaming organ while he massaged himself, rolled the skin up and 
down its inner iron core between Jade's attentive sucking, cupped and 
fondled his own balls, only to force his cock back into Jade's mouth, 
gently enough to thrill Jade to the depths of her sexual core, 
aggressively enough to flavor the sensual act with the dark edge of 
rape. Vasquez expanded the range of her oral ministrations to include 
Jade's entire pelvic area, licked the insides of her thighs clean, 
attentively cleaned the perimeter of her stretched labia, eagerly 
licked up the occasional, and infrequent leakage of dog cum from around 
the huge, fully engorged knot held so tightly and intimately within 
Jade's cunt. But always, the searching mouth and eager, skillful lips 
and tongue returned to the core of Jade's sexual response, to Jade's 
throbbing clitoris, skillfully guiding it to the brink of fiery orgasm.

Uncounted minutes ticked by with slow obscenity, suspending Jade in an 
eternity of sweet sexual perversion. There could be no "getting used 
to" the dog's enormous cock locked deep in her cunt, every throb, every 
small movement of the dog, the feeling of the animal's weight on her 
back, the drip of his saliva on her shoulders, the erotic, 
indescribably lewd heat contained in her thrillingly stretched cuntlips 
trying valiantly to contain the massive quantity of canine cockmeat 
they'd been fed, the "whuff-whuff-whuff" of the dog's incessant 
panting, all served as constant reminders of the kinky perversion to 
which she'd been subjected and sacrificed. At any rate, the dog 
continued to prove spectacularly potent, capable of extraordinary 
sexual stamina; he simply came and came and came. Squirt-pause, squirt-
pause, squirt-pause, and occasionally, SQUIIIIIRT-pause. Jade's belly 
was steadily acquiring an interesting sensation of fullness and warmth 
as a direct result.

Hicks suddenly grunted, pulled his rigid cock from Jade's hungry mouth, 
and erupted all over her face and lips, the cum thick and warm and 
white and comfortingly human. The man's orgasm was potent, explosive 
and creamy, and he thoroughly climaxed, he decided halfway through to 
rape Jade's mouth again, letting her taste his cum, just as he'd been 
ordered to. The masculine salt taste of the man's orgasm slid Jade 
further into depravity, if that were possible, and cum dripped from 
Jade's lips and chin, completing the rape in wet, graphic fashion.

The onslaught of sexual release, from both the dog and Hicks, shattered 
Jade one last time, and well-aided by the devious mouth at work all 
over her inflamed clit, Jade's loins once more erupted into a 
convulsive orgasm of shocking strength. Helplessly, Jade's cunt spasmed 
around the dog's buried cock, which brought a dangerous sounding growl 
from deep in his chest, but Hicks took it upon himself to pet and calm 
the animal as Jade shook vigorously in her restraints, while Vasquez 
eased her over and down the long, post-orgasmic denouement, her mouth 
ever working for Jade's pleasure, licking with unnatural intimacy and 
tenderness at her abused, raw clit.

Jade was nearing the end of her endurance; the physical and mental 
shock of being raped by the huge dog were more than enough to cease all 
cogent brain function. Jade simply lay in her tethers, sweating 
profusely, breathing heavily through her nose around the still-hard 
cock in her mouth, her body trembling and shaking. Finally, when Jade 
could literally stand no more of Vasquez's mouth on her hypersensitive 
clit, the woman relented, tore her lips reluctantly from their swollen 
prize.

"Dare, I need your help for a sec..."

Even the obedient servant, Hicks removed himself from Jade's mouth, 
trailing strings of cum, slid around behind Jade. The two conferred in 
low voices, dark words that Jade dared not overhear. Then, Vasquez 
appeared in front of her, announced by a hanging, eel-like clitoris 
bobbing in front of her face momentarily. Jade automatically lifted her 
head to nuzzle the swollen shaft, which appeared semi-hard on that 
strangest of erectile continuums which seemed to govern Vasquez's 
unique external genitalia.

A gentle laugh, and the hips slid away, out of the reach of Jade's 
mouth. "Oh, no, time for that later..." Then, Vasquez crouched down to 
face Jade squarely, eye-to-eye and inches apart.

"Jesus, Hicks, you fucking hosed my bitch!" asked with gentle, frisky 
annoyance, eyeing the splatters of cum adorning Jade's face, dripping 
from her chin.

"You said give her a taste..." came the soft, masculine reply from 
somewhere behind.

Vasquez made a soft "mmmm" noise in her throat, then leaned forward, 
gently licked Jade's face clean of her partner's cum. The sensual, 
attentive service gradually turned into an equally gentle, equally 
sensual kiss, the young cop's cum-wet lips sliding over Jade's, the 
man-salty tongue penetrating her mouth with surgical precision, licking 
within, sharing her partner's sexual flavor with Jade. Jade opened her 
mouth to Vasquez without prompting, allowing the woman to explore 
freely. Vasquez did so, until the kiss became rather torrid.

Vasquez broke the kiss with a soft gasp, staring fiercely, possessively 
into Jade's wet face. There, Jade read vague surprise, a kind of 
sensual wonder, which motivated the young latina to carefully lean 
forward and plant an additional, soft, very loving kiss on Jade's lips. 
No tongue, just sweet, loving contact of female lips to female lips, 
all the promises of intense lesbian homoeroticism contained within. As 
if to say, there's more between us than just sex, at least for me. When 
Vasquez broke that sweetest of kisses, her dark, latin eyes burned with 
intense, passionate heat, the kind of heat Jade could never have 
imagined that two women could ever share.

The next thing Jade knew, Hicks had appeared, sporting a softer, yet 
still surprisingly rigid cock. He was also holding what looked like an 
expensive 35-mm camera with a large, professional flash. Vasquez moved 
back a few feet, and Hicks began snapping pictures. Of Jade...

....sexually connected with the dog.

Over and over, from various angles, Hicks recorded the obscene, bestial 
coupling of dog and woman, including several tightly focused shots of 
Jade's face, then several low-level pictures which would undoubtedly, 
when developed, reveal the full, heinous connection of the animal's 
massive cock to Jade's well-plugged cunt.

At first deeply shocked and humiliated, it was as Hicks was taking the 
closeups of her face that Jade looked right at Vasquez. But the woman 
cut her off before Jade could utter a word.

"You got your insurance, I got mine," the cop told her evenly, with a 
slight nod of her head. "I swear, on the grave of my mother, that 
nobody sees these pictures but me." Then, the eyes narrowed 
dangerously, the voice dropped to a silken, kinky purr. "Unless you 
forget how much you liked this," the cop indicated the dog lying on her 
back with a quick dart of her dark, flashing eyes, "and do something 
stupid. Do we understand each other?"

Jade was in no position to argue. She nodded agreement.

Vasquez lifted Jade's chin, studied her face intently, searching Jade's 
eyes. Jade searched back, trying to find the cruelty she feared would 
spur the cop to ruin her life with the pictures, found none. Vasquez's 
young face was suffused with concern, quiet pride (In me? Jade 
wondered), smooth, profound satisfaction. Obviously liking what she 
saw, Vasquez smiled quietly, reached up to pet the dog affectionately. 
"Hey boy, like your new bitch?" she purred to the animal, stroking his 
head, scruffing his ears. She eyed Jade's shoulders, wet with the dog's 
drool.

"Hicks, towel," she ordered absently, took the towel proffered by the 
blond moments later without comment. This she used to wipe Jade's neck 
and shoulders down. "Only part of dog fucking I don't like," the cop 
whispered conspiratorially. "Fucking drool monster, ain't he?"

Jade found herself smiling despite the incredible circumstances. Here 
she was, intimately, inextricably connected to the dog's massive cock, 
her cunt sexually massaging the animal with post-orgasmic twitches, her 
back bearing what felt like the dog's entire weight, his furry chest 
matted with her sweat... and she was nearly laughing at the police 
officer's crude humor.

"How much longer will he come?" Jade asked, her entire body now tired 
and ragged in the aftermath of the fucking.

Vasquez eyed the dog judiciously. "Been twenty minutes. He's probably 
about done." The dark eye slid back down to Jade. "Bet you're feeling 
pretty full." Again, the wicked smile.

"In more ways than one," Jade managed, her insides bloated and squishy 
with both dog cock and cum. Then, "Like Hicks said, I guess you'd 
know," too tired and well-fucked to care about discretion.

"Yeah," Hicks murmured in his sexy, breathy voice, as he unloaded the 
camera nearby, "Like Hicks said..."

"Who the fuck asked you, Blondie?" Vasquez growled in a silky, 
dangerous voice, eyes turning to regard her partner with mock-
irritation.

Apparently choosing to ignore the rather broad hint, Hicks smiled 
evilly at Vasquez. "As I recall, Dee had a pretty fantastic time as 
your expense, helping Buck get it on with you."

Hicks turned his eyes to Jade. "Those restraints?" Jade saw Hicks point 
to her wrist-shackles. "I swear Vas just about ripped them out of the 
wood when she figured out what Dee was going to do. Called Dee names I 
still can't figure out..."

Jade saw Vasquez shake her head slightly, but the woman was smiling 
quietly, content to let Hicks turn the tables on her slightly. "You 
talk about wonders of nature," Hicks laughed softly. "Definitely love 
at first sight..."

Vasquez allowed a predatory stare to find the man.

Amazingly, Hicks seemed undaunted. "Tell her about the wedding," he 
prompted, a disarmingly coy grin on his face.

"You got a death wish?" Vasquez frisked.

Jade was not surprised to see Hicks actually grin wider, then continue. 
"The weekend after Dee let Buck have Vas for the first time, we get to 
the house, and Dee is in this really freaky mood. She makes Vas get 
dressed up in this white wedding dress, which fits perfectly, looked 
really cute, totally regulation: veil, garters, white heels, the 
works."

Vasquez shook her head in bemusement. "He knows I'm gonna take this 
outta his ass..."

"Yeah, well, I'll pay one way or another anyway." Hicks observed 
tartly, obviously speaking from experience. "So, Dee leads Vas in, all 
decked out in white lace and everything, and fucking marries her to 
Buck, complete with music, flowers, vows..." Hicks laughed. "The vows 
were the best part, Dee wrote 'em herself, made Vas make all sorts of 
kinky promises to Buck..."

Jade saw Vas wince in good-natured embarrassment.

Darryl's smile did not waver as he warmed to the story, although the 
undertone of the intimate friendship he obviously shared with Vasquez 
never left his quiet, breathy voice. "Skip to the 'wedding night', 
which is, like, two minutes after Deanna lets Buck kiss the bride, and 
Dee's got Vas on her hands and knees, she hikes the wedding dress up 
around Vas' waist, and Buck starts cramming it into Vas, totally 
reaming the shit out of her, with Dee totally cooing over the both of 
them, telling them what a cute couple they are, how lucky Buck is to 
have such a sexy wife, what Vas is going to name the puppies..."

"Are you finished, dead-boy?" Vasquez asked irritably. However, her 
eyes were drawn back to the dog when Buck growled softly and began to 
hunch his powerful legs in a strange manner. Vasquez seemed prepared 
for this, rising immediately. "I think Buck is done," she announced, 
smiling. "Give me a hand?"

"Right." Hicks and Vasquez disappeared behind Jade. For her part, Jade 
could now feel that the dog's huge penis was becoming less engorged, 
particularly the swollen knot at its base. With equal parts curiosity, 
sensually erotic fulfillment, and utter exhaustion, Jade looked back 
between her legs, and saw dog semen again dripping steadily onto the 
rubber mat beneath her pelvis. Vasquez and Hicks both held the dog's 
hips still as the animal began to dance on his hind legs. The bulb 
within Jade's cunt was sucked and pulled, tugging her tight-wrapped 
labia in several directions. Jade found herself moaning quiet, low 
moans of honest, delicious sexual ecstasy as the animal's huge dick 
sought to slip from its tight embrace. Finally, with the two cops 
helping to guide the dog, he planted his feet and began tugging more 
insistently. Jade cried out, feeling her cuntlips distend outward, 
reluctant to part with it's juicy, slippery prize.

The huge penis was too smooth and slick, however, and gradually, Jade 
felt her cunt open up to a disgusting, lewd degree, until finally, with 
a sick, wet slurp, the full length of the animal's massive prick slid 
from her cunt with breathtaking suddenness. The sensation was both 
eerie and extremely perverted, for as soon as the bulb was sucked free 
of Jade's cunt, the enormity of the animal's orgasm became immediately 
apparent.

Never had Jade seen so much cum at once! Semen burst from her violated 
cunt with a distinct, wet-sounding rush, warm and slippery and 
fragrant. The fluid was no longer quite so clear, but rather grayish 
and cloudy and slightly thicker; at some point, just as Vasquez had 
assured, the dog had begun to ejaculate a more potent seminal mixture. 
The copious gout of cum erupted quickly from Jade's cunt, to leave only 
the steady, incessant dripping in its aftermath, as well as rough, 
sexual comments from Vasquez and Hicks, who had obviously enjoyed the 
display.

"Fucking creamed her good, didn't you, stud?" Vasquez congratulated the 
dog, who stood by patiently, watching, still panting heavily. Jade 
heard Vasquez tell her partner to watch the dog, then saw the cop kneel 
between Jade's slippery legs, almost worshipfully before her dripping 
cunt.

With great care, Vasquez began to lick Jade's cunt clean, searching the 
labia and vagina for all trace of the dog's massive orgasm, snaking her 
tongue into the ripe split, licking the animal's semen directly from 
the hot, stretched cleft. Jade felt as if her insides were dripping 
out, and her cunt was now throbbing and somewhat tender after the fuck 
she'd received from Buck, but still, she could not help but respond 
sexually to the cop's hot, skillful mouth. Vasquez's oral attentions 
slowly became less cleansing, more erotic, until finally, the cop 
gathered Jade's throbbing, always-erect clit between her lips and began 
carefully sucking it, regularly shooting her long, serpentine tongue up 
Jade's cunt, spearing her vulva, licking within, bringing out 
additional canine semen with which to lubricate her clit, make the oral 
worship smoother.

Still, the inevitable orgasm was a difficult one for Jade, and Vasquez 
had to practically rip it from Jade's body, her tongue at the end 
fluttering all over Jade's clit with amazing rapidity, bringing Jade 
off with a sharp, vocal scream.

"Okay," Vasquez husked from between Jade's suspended legs, wiping the 
residue of Jade's dog-raped pussy from her full, expressive mouth. 
"Enough, no mas. Debt to society paid in fucking full."

Semi-conscious, Jade dimly felt fingers at the buckles around her 
ankles. They loosened, slipped free. By the time her wrist cuffs were 
given similar treatment, Jade remembered nothing.


Act Seven:

Water, lapping gently. Soft, heavy panting...

The dog.

Jade awoke with a start, to find herself stretched on a luxurious 
poolside chaise lounger. Still nude, but currently unmolested.

"Morning..." The soft, quiet sentiment drew Jade's eyes to Vasquez, who 
lay within arms reach in a similar lounge chair, similarly nude, 
reading a book. By her feet, Buck, the dog, lay curled in a quiet ball, 
watching Vasquez with a quiet, intent stare.

Jade sat up on an elbow, looked up at the dark, night sky, glanced at 
her watch. Just past three in the morning. "Morning," she returned, 
glancing at the young cop, drinking in her glorious body once more, the 
swollen, ultra-ripped muscles, the dark, velvet-caramel skin, the 
omnipresent red bandanna encircling her head, folded with typical care, 
the exquisitely drawn tattoos, the piercings. Even "flaccid," the 
woman's extraordinary clitoris protruded more than an inch from the 
neat, well-shaved, dark-skinned slit of her vagina.

"If you're gonna keep checking me out like that," Vasquez observed 
quietly, not looking up from the book, "I'm gonna have to come over 
there and rape you again." Then, the dark, sexy eyes slid briefly in 
Jade's direction, accompanied by a frisky smile. The eyes then slid 
back to her book. "Technically, you're mine for another few hours..."

Jade was now aware of her clit, which was throbbing a steady message: 
don't touch me. The whole of her cunt felt weird, stretched and 
violated and still leaking dog semen, and she was sore inside and out. 
Her clit, in particular, felt wrong, hot and tender and abused. "In 
that case, I hope the neighbors are understanding, 'cause you so much 
as breathe on my clit, I'm gonna be screaming like a banshee."

"Mmmm," the cop murmured with potential understanding, flipping a page. 
"Guess I'll keep my hands off you for a while... wouldn't want to wake 
Blondie."

Jade, now that she was propped up, could see Hicks sprawled on a 
lounger on Vasquez's other side. The man was as dead asleep as he was 
naked.

Jade looked around, saw the utter luxury of the mansion to which she'd 
been brought. The pool was huge, with a springboard, and was sculpted 
from faux-rock into a natural cove-like appearance. It was furthermore 
surrounded by no less than three hot tubs seamlessly integrated into 
the natural environs, including one that captured an artfully created 
waterfall. Next to the pool was a full bar crafted from what looked 
like a very expensive lacquered wood. Dimly, in the darkness, Jade 
could see a large expanse of carefully tended grass, a large flower 
garden and gazebo, tennis courts, a basketball halfcourt, a guesthouse.

"Johnny's worth about a quarter bil," Vasquez murmured, somehow aware 
of Jade's gawping despite her reading material. "I think they bought 
this house for eight mil. Wanna beer?"

Jade couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, as a matter of fact. I'm parched. 
Surprise, surprise..."

"Help yourself," the cop indicated the bar with a formal incline of her 
head.

Jade got up, padded behind the bar on legs sore in interesting places, 
was slightly surprised that the dog jumped lithely to his feet, moving 
quickly despite his enormous size, and padded unobtrusively behind Jade 
as she walked. "Don't worry about Buck, he won't bother you," a pause, 
then, "unless you want him too." Pure lechery.

Jade felt herself blush, couldn't stop it, heard Vasquez chuckle 
softly. Still, the cop was right, the big dog merely sat quietly near 
Jade as she investigated a large refrigerated compartment under the 
bar's long, elegantly carved counter. From a selection of dozens, maybe 
hundreds of bottles, Jade selected a Red Hook ESB, popped the cap, 
drank gratefully from the bottle.

After the first healthy pull, Jade saw Vasquez studying her quietly. 
She returned, the dog trailing her. "What?"

The cop smiled an intimate, more-than-friendly smile. "I love watching 
butch women drink beer from the bottle. Totally sexy."

Jade smiled, handed Vasquez an additional Red Hook she'd brought for 
her.

"Red Hook..." Vasquez studied the bottle. "Seattle, eh?" The dark, sexy 
eyes flicked up to Jade. "Don't tell Hicks I drank this, I'll never 
live it down. I've been known to dis any beer that isn't Mexican..."

"Try it, chica," Jade directed, feeling impish to use Vasquez's own 
endearment "against" her. She chose to remain standing, stretching her 
tired, sore muscles carefully, allowing yet more of Buck's semen to 
leak from her cunt, and also quietly ogling Vasquez's incredible body.

Vasquez took a long pull, and Jade was forced to agree with the cop's 
earlier sentiment: there was indeed something erotic about watching a 
butch woman drink beer from the bottle. Even the way the woman's throat 
worked, the way the sinews flexed gently, was enough to change the pace 
of Jade's breathing. Vasquez's eyes raised slightly. "Not bad, amiga, 
not bad at all. You're gonna corrupt me."

"You should talk."

The cop's quiet smile was back. "Score one for the blonde muscle 
chick."

"What are you reading?" The book on Vasquez's lap was more of a 
pamphlet, with a manila cover bearing no title.

"It's a Secret Service training manual. Top secret, actually. I know 
someone in the Treasury Department."

Jade's eyebrows shot up. "You thinking of joining?"

Vasquez actually laughed, quietly, honestly surprised. "No! Jesus, no! 
Last thing I wanna do is wipe some President's butt, pick up after his 
interns."

Silence followed, and Jade was forced to prompt further. "Well? Then 
what?"

For a long moment, Vasquez just looked at Jade with a kind of intent, 
level stare, simultaneously lethal and evaluative. Then, simply, 
"Johnny doesn't know it yet, but I'm gonna take him up on his offer, 
take charge of his security." A pause, then, "And Hicks doesn't know it 
yet either, but he's gonna do the same."

Jade just stared at Vasquez, eyes wide. Then, a pull from her beer 
before answering. "And you're telling me this because...?"

"Because I trust you. And because I'm in love with you."

Jade sat down. Suddenly, the beer didn't seem nearly strong enough...

Vasquez chuckled softly. "Don't worry, chica. You're still free to walk 
when the sun comes up, and I'll never contact you again. But..." 
Vasquez paused to choose her words carefully, "I'm the kind of person 
that makes up her mind quick about stuff. I love everything about you, 
not just the way your body moves, but the way your mind thinks, the way 
you respond to me. Every time I look at you, I start creaming, mentally 
and physically. I know, like I know my own soul, that we'd be very, 
very good together." Seeing Jade's expression of shock, she added, "End 
of speech."

"You're serious," Jade breathed, more to herself than to Vasquez.

The cop laughed. "I'm always serious. And I never say anything I don't 
mean." A pause, then, "And I rarely, rarely change my mind once it's 
made up. Ask Hicks. Which is why he'll just hang his head, give me that 
kinky bedroom stare, and say in that porno-breathy voice of his, 'Sure, 
Nita, whatever,' when I tell him where his career is headed." The 
woman's sexy authority, a light, kinky taste of it, was back as if it 
had never left. "Also, I don't hesitate once my mind is made up. I knew 
the moment I saw you what I wanted to do to you, and I knew you'd 
accept."

Jade considered Vasquez's words over another pull from her beer. "I 
don't think I know quite what to say. I'm... well, I'm flattered, I 
guess." Jade looked up, stared into that fiery pair of eyes. "But I'm 
not gay."

Surprisingly, Vasquez laughed again, even more honestly. "Shit, Jade, I 
wasn't asking you for an answer!" She laughed some more. "No, you 
definitely aren't gay, you like cock too much. But you are very, very 
bi. Mostly, though, I know that loving me back is gonna take you quite 
awhile, if it ever happens; I'm kind of... extreme."

"No shit," Jade agreed.

"Yeah. Anyway, if it does, I'll love you like life itself. If it 
doesn't, I'll always remember you. That simple."

"Must be nice to have such clarity of thought," Jade observed.

"Makes living a lot easier," the cop responded immediately. "And a hell 
of a lot more enjoyable."

Vasquez went back to studying her book, content to let Jade finish her 
beer and continue her examination of Vasquez's nude body.

"I never got to tell you how much I like your tats."

Soft chuckle. "Gracias."

"I'm surprised. No labial piercing?"

Vasquez glanced up. "Clit's too big. It would rub with the jewelry."

"Why not your clit itself?"

The chuckle became a laugh. "I'd rather pull my fingernails out. This," 
Vasquez indicated her clit with a flick of dark eyes, "is way too 
sensitive to even think about piercing it." Ironic smile. "Besides, it 
makes its own statement as-is, don't you think?"

Jade knelt down, sat on the cool flagstones before Vasquez's feet, gave 
Buck a head-scritch as the huge dog lumbered over and curled up next to 
her. "So, how much steroids do you do?"

Vasquez dog-eared her book, slid it to the stone beside her, stared 
down at Jade, a vividly sexual goddess of muscle incarnate, wearing a 
slightly, tantalizingly superior smile. "Shit, chica, you are one 
horny, curious cunt, aren't you?"

"C'mon, Nita, you've got a fucking cock between your legs! How the hell 
did you grow it without turning into a freak?"

"Who says I'm not a freak?" eyebrow arched imperiously.

Jade let her eyes drool up and down the woman's hot, muscular body. 
"Except for your clit, you are a total, unbelievably sexy woman. I've 
done a lot of research on steroids, and I've never..."

"Its a congenital mutation," Vasquez said simply, with deceptively 
quiet force, no trace of shame or regret. "A birth defect..."

"Oh." Jade shut up, feeling like a fool.

"Not that I think it's particularly defective..." Vasquez added, her 
smile turning absolutely evil. "Still curious?"

"Oh, no, I... it's none of my..." Jade stumbled.

"Crap," Vasquez cut her off. "You've got a sick fucking mind, just like 
me, and you want to know everything about this." Vasquez touched the 
head of her clit, nudged it gently, lifted it for Jade's benefit. "You 
want to know how I got it, what it's like to have it, if my orgasms are 
as big as it is... if I can fuck with it..." Her smile was more of a 
leer now. "You're still mine, cunt," the word cutting Jade like sexual 
fire, after the cop allowed more of her familiar, damnably effective 
domination to leak into her voice. "You tell me the truth, bitch, or 
I'll let Buck here sample your asshole..."

Jade trembled at the thought. Literally without thought, her eyes 
dropped before the woman's intense, quiet domination. "Yes, I want to 
know."

"Better," Vasquez growled softly, the domination leaking away 
reluctantly, clearly held in check by the cop, ready to return at her 
command. "I have Progestin induced virilization. Progestin was a drug 
used in the 50's and 60's to prevent miscarriage. Unfortunately for me, 
it was used up through the 70's in certain countries. Like Mexico." 
Vasquez shrugged, obviously cool with herself. "Progestin causes 
hormone imbalances in unborn children. Tanks up baby girls with male 
hormones, enlarges their clits." The young cop pointed meaningfully 
between her legs.

Jade hesitated. "So, you're a hermaphrodite?"

Vasquez hissed displeasure. "Ouch, such a filthy word." Evil smile. 
"The politically correct term is "ferm," an otherwise normal XX 
chromosome woman with intersexed genitalia."

"I like your clit" Jade said quietly. "A lot. I envy you."

"You're working on one of your own," Vasquez pointed out. "A few more 
hits of Deca, and we'll be twins."

"Except for the hair," Jade observed dryly, eyeing the dark skin around 
the woman's cunt. "You are a beast. Bet you go through your share of 
razors..."

Vasquez smiled ruefully. "I'll be wishing for one soon enough. 
Unfortunately for me, Dee's gonna want me to let it grow out in 
preparation for next week's rendezvous..."

Jade blanched. "You're kidding."

Vasquez laughed ruefully. "Wish I were. Fucking dominatrix, likes me 
beasty, as she calls it... She tells me exactly how much to leave, and 
how much stays, and how long to grow it." Vasquez shuddered visibly. 
"Sometimes, she makes me let everything go..." Another shiver. "I can 
barely stand myself."

Jade smiled, offered Vasquez a look of sensual admiration. "I can't 
imagine you taking anyone's orders, Nita."

Vasquez smiled, her dark eyes holding, entwining sensually with Jade's 
blue orbs. "Compliment accepted. Truth is, I like Dee's money, and she 
pays me very well to... uh... submit to her. I'm pretty much her paid 
whore right now, but luckily, she treats me very well. She only gets 
truly freaky once in a while." Vasquez gave Buck a pointed, deliberate 
stare. "Still, thanks to Dee and Johnny, I've got a some very 
expensive, and with all due modesty, hot-looking new tits, enough 
upgrades for my Mustang to give a Ferarri an honest challenge, and a 
few other perks I won't go into until we know each other a little 
better. Plus a standing job offer that pays six figures a year to 
start. And besides," Vasquez smiled evilly, "Every so often, Deanna 
lets me rape the shit out of her white bread ass as payback; I live for 
those days. And, she has got the most un-fucking-believably talented 
mouth..." The two women dissolved into quiet, mutual laughter.

The laughter died only to leave sexual tension in its wake, as natural 
as the air they breathed. Both women sensed it immediately, looked up 
surprised into each other's eyes, saw mutual confirmation in blue and 
dark-brown. Vasquez held her huge clitoris between thumb and forefinger 
now, squeezing gently, stroking up and down, and the weird organ had 
achieved a deliciously obscene three-inch length with apparently little 
effort.

"Fuck if that isn't a cock," Jade breathed, almost laughing with 
sensual admiration. "And I do like it, very, very much. I'll bet it 
feels great when you get turned on..."

"Glad you like it. Most men totally freak out when they see it, but 
women pretty much universally get off on it. Guess that's why I'm a 
dyke. But occasionally, a man like Darryl comes along, and I remember 
that cock can be a hell of a party too. And yes, I have orgasms like 
you wouldn't believe, everything but spurt jizz, from what men have 
told me. The steroids running in my body gave me a pretty wild 
childhood. Horny all the time, even from, like, age five. I hit puberty 
at eight, menstruated at nine, and had a two-inch clit at ten." Vasquez 
slid her fingers up her odd "erection," rubbed her forefinger over the 
lobed "head," "Dee also paid for a clitoral release..."

"A what?" Jade found no end to her own curiosity; Vasquez had her 
totally hooked.

Soft laughter. "Clitoral release. They cut the clitoris free of the 
labia and foreskin." She lifted the shaft for Jade's benefit, stroked 
the underside, pointed to the connection at the base. "This used to 
connect up here," she pointed to the midpart of the banded shaft, where 
the subtle, fleshy ridge was. "When I'd get hard, my clit would curl 
downward over my cunt, 'cause the foreskin would be yanking it back. 
Now, it stands up nice and proud, just like a proper cock."

Jade had unconsciously drawn close to the amazing organ, ostensibly 
when Vasquez had pointed out her surgery. Suddenly, she found herself 
kissing the head, then licking it gently, before finally sliding her 
lips over it and sucking it gently.

Vasquez moaned very softly, a quiet, yet animal indication of the 
sexual pleasure she was obviously feeling. "I was wondering when you'd 
get around to this."

For several long minutes, Jade fellated Vasquez's unnatural clitoris 
with slow, yet ardent passion, her lips and tongue pleasuring the woman 
to best effect, using exactly the skills she would use on any man. 
Vasquez's unique clitoris, however, was much more sensitive than any 
man's cock, as was evident by a mounting cadence of quiet moans and 
grunts of sexual arousal that the woman shared with Jade. Perspiration 
seemed to bleed right out of the cop's lush, dark-caramel skin, so that 
in moments, she gleamed with eerie, sensual beauty in the soft lights 
of the poolside patio.

Jade's hands wandered up Vasquez's immense, thickly muscled legs and 
thighs, spreading her sweat all over her, continuing up the woman's 
hard, exceedingly cut abdominal washboard. massaging her iron-firm 
belly, tickling the coarse, neatly trimmed strip of pubic fur.

Jade lifted her attentive mouth from Vasquez's huge, throbbing clitoris 
just long enough to remark, "Jesus, you're sweating like a pig," before 
hungrily going back down on her. The scent rising from the woman's body 
was intoxicating, lewd, musky, potently sexual.

"Yeah?" Vasquez half-gasped, her dark, liquid eyes locked to Jade's 
mouth making love to her swelling clit. "You think maybe this fucking 
whore mouth of yours might have something to do with it?" Jade felt 
hands in her hair, moving her head up and down on the thick, throbbing, 
bright-pink flesh.

Finally, Jade settled in for a long, hot, extended clitsuck, sliding 
her arms under Vasquez's muscular thighs, spreading the woman apart, 
pulling the cop's vulva to her reflexively sucking mouth. Vasquez was 
content to lay there, spread and vulnerable, and let Jade work her 
over, all the while making increasingly sexual noises of hot, intense 
arousal. She offered no guidance this time, no suggestions, except for 
the presence of her strong hands at the back of Jade's head, gently 
urging Jade to eat her alive. Her dark eyes half-lidded, Jade saw the 
liquid latin orbs glittering in the half-light, the full lips part, the 
torso rise and fall with slowly increasing depth, and always, the sweat 
dripped from her entire body in long, rolling beads. Soon, the large, 
dark-brown nipples were erect and excited, their gold hoops suspended 
by the pierced, stiffened teats.

Her clitoris grew harder and harder and harder... until it filled 
Jade's mouth, touched the back of her throat at every downstroke, the 
bands flaring to kinky life under Jade's tongue. The head became 
engorged, throbbed in Jade's mouth, and Jade could bring the sexiest of 
groans to the cop's parted mouth by flicking it repeatedly with her 
tongue, before carefully caressing and polishing it. Veins began to pop 
into distension all over Vasquez's hot, gorgeous, tattooed body as she 
became more and more aroused, the muscles rippling in kinky, unresolved 
sexual tension.

And still, Vasquez's clitoris grew in Jade's mouth. The more, harder, 
faster Jade sucked at it, the firmer it got, until its "skin" was 
springy and taut.

With her towering curiosity overwhelming her need to blow the woman, 
Jade finally side her mouth up, up, until her lips parted from the 
swollen crown of Vasquez's monumental clitoris, a string of spit 
momentarily keeping them connected.

"Oh, fuck, you're hung," Jade husked in that sex-voice she still didn't 
recognize, her eyes locked to Vasquez's huge clit, which had again 
attained its full, four-inch state of erection. "Please," the word was 
a plea, an abject beg, "please let me give you an orgasm..."

The sensually tortured face watched her with slightly dazed, glassy 
eyes wracked with sexual exertion, the sweat dripping down her cheeks, 
forehead, and neck in wet rivulets. "I think I'd rather fuck you, 
chica."

Jade was electrified with dark lust at the prospect, her prurient 
sexual curiosity and her need for sexual fulfillment now fully 
synchronized. "God, can you?" the words babbled from Jade's lips.

"Lie down there, on your back," Vasquez directed, pointing to the empty 
lounger next to her. "I want to fuck you face-to-face, watch you while 
I put my clit inside you."

Shaking with lust, Jade tried not to trip over herself in her haste to 
comply with Vasquez's sexual directives. Eagerly, she lay back on the 
lounge chair, reclining fully.

Vasquez was now standing, an intolerably sexy avatar of carnal 
depravity, muscles gleaming, flexing, veins swollen and distended, 
sweat dripping from every pore. Her monstrous clitoris stood straight 
out from her body, rigidly erect, kinky as hell, vaguely disgusting in 
a way that made Jade drip with expectant lust. She wanted that alien 
thing inside her, wanted Vasquez to fuck her, like a man...

"Spread your legs," the cop ordered softly, strutting that incredible 
body until it stood at the foot of the lounger. She reached down, held 
her weird erection, slowly masturbated it, fingers sliding over the 
banded, spit-wet shaft. It was more than an inch thick and an ungodly 
four inches long, or else Jade was blind.

Without further delay, the young cop carefully climbed between Jade 
legs, up over her prone body, covering Jade's with her own, lowering 
gently until their tits touched, moistening each other with sweat, 
sliding gently back and forth over each other, erect nipples tangling 
sensually, the gold hoops lightly scratching Jade's erect nipples. The 
younger woman carefully maneuvered her hips, seeking the proper 
position with which to perform this exotic, unnatural penetration.

Jade felt something hard and moist touch her belly, then slide lower, 
over her dripping cunt, to kiss her own swollen clit. The sensation, 
backed by the hard, clinical knowledge of what was actually occurring, 
was driving Jade insane with lust, and the most lewd encouragements 
began to slip from her mouth: "Fuck me, baby," and "Give me your cock," 
and other, darker sentiments.

Vasquez, far from being insulted by the graphic male comparison, seemed 
aroused by it, almost proud of it. With practiced ease and a lusty moan 
of intense fulfillment, the young cop slid home, and the experience of 
penetration was exactly, unnaturally similar to being fucked by a man, 
to the degree that Jade uttered a kinky, fulfilled moan of her own, and 
immediately set herself to kissing Vasquez as deeply and passionately 
as she could.

The fucked slowly at first, bodies gently rocking together.

As they necked, Vasquez achieved a kinky, rather masculine rhythm, her 
clitoris smoothly slipping in and out of Jade's dripping cunt, fucking 
her in every sense of the word. The cop was amazingly long and hard in 
Jade's cunt, and fucked with vivid stamina, her powerful hips flexing 
and thrusting, driving her "erection" into Jade's cunt in a manner any 
man would be proud of.

Additionally, Vasquez held Jade very close as she fucked her, her 
brawny, powerfully muscular arms sliding under and around Jade, pulling 
her into a tit-tight embrace, kissing her with slow, wet, kinky 
enthusiasm. Jade found her own hands slipping down the wet, velvety 
skin to cup Vasquez's well-muscled, rhythmically driving buttocks, 
feeling the woman's body working, thrusting, rutting, massaging the 
hard, firm musculature. The young cop's amazing clit became grossly 
erect and hard, so that Jade could feel it throb as it filled and 
refilled her trembling cunt.

The woman was so deliciously wet and accessible that Jade could not 
resist sliding her fingers between Vasquez's asscheeks, finding the 
rubbery, slightly protruding anus. She massaged the tight bud in a 
circular motion, feeling the well-shaved stubble lining the split, then 
slid a sweat-moist finger inside, tugging sensually within.

Vasquez's eyes closed in quiet, momentary sexual elation. A deep, 
urgent moan, then "Fuck!" hissed into Jade's face. Jade responded by 
sliding her finger deeper into the tight, furnace-hot orifice, stroking 
up and back, towards the vagina. Vasquez gasped a shaky, obviously 
enthralled "ohhhhh," shuddered all over, clearly beginning to come 
apart under the delicious strain. A drip of sweat hung from the cop's 
fine, proud nose, which Jade licked off before kissing her again, 
insistently.

Vasquez, it seemed, had had a lot of practice performing her unusual 
copulatory perversion, for she fucked strongly and skillfully, for both 
their pleasures, at times slow and hot, then surprising Jade with 
quick, hard stabs. Throughout the sensual ordeal, the woman's huge, 
throbbing clitoris remained hard and capable, its lewd, repetitious 
journey up and down Jade's dripping cunt quite obviously tearing the 
young cop apart. The dark eyes were haunted by pleasure of exquisite 
potency, the breath came in rapid, convulsive gasps, the back and 
shoulders worked with fluid, undulative strength to drive the hips and 
buttocks again and again against Jade's spread vulva, fucking her in 
both name and spirit.

There, between Jade's legs, dripping sweat, shivering and trembling, 
Vasquez rose up on her veiny, powerfully muscled arms, crouching over 
Jade's prone body, and rutted like an animal, hard, powerful thrusts 
again and again, their loins slapping together, and a bit awkwardly, 
shaking all over, the young latina climaxed to within an inch of her 
life...

The guttural, feral scream of release tore its way out of the butch 
cop's throat through teeth that could not grit hard enough to contain 
it. Vasquez stared wildly into Jade's face, her eyes wide enough to 
show snowy white all around the dark brown pupils, her full lips drawn 
back in bestial fury, flecked with spittle. And still, she fucked, 
pounded Jade's cunt with clitmeat, her asscheeks thrusting with 
primitive efficiency, sweat dripping from the one woman onto the other.

Jade suspected that she was as close to seeing Vasquez completely out 
of control as she would ever, or would ever want to, get. Her orgasm 
was a thing alive, and ate the woman with obscene relish.

Finally, the cop collapsed in a heap on Jade's chest, breathing 
furiously, her tortured clitoris throbbing powerfully deep inside 
Jade's cunt, the two woman connected in unnatural, extremely kinky 
intimacy.

Then, they found themselves necking with passionate abandon, tongues 
exploring deep in each other's mouths in a firestorm of lesbian 
affection, lips open as wide as they could, and still not wide enough 
to suit them. Tongues dueled a hot, vividly erotic dance for minutes on 
end, until Jade felt the swelling in her cunt soften, then slip from 
intimate embrace.

Vasquez broke the kiss, her long, kinky tongue slipping reluctantly 
from the depths of Jade's mouth. The cop looked wrung out, exhausted, 
and it was only after several deep breaths, gulps really, of air that 
she could speak at all.

"Y-you're... only the second... woman I've ever done that with..."

Jade's hands stroked Vasquez's sweaty back, feeling the play of the 
thick, firm erector muscles, the full, winglike swell of the tremendous 
lats. "I'm honored, really. Who was the other?"

"Dee, of course."

Jade was surprised. "None of the other women you've caught and 
propositioned?"

A tired laugh. "You kidding? Compared to you, chica, they were nothing. 
I only fuck women I care about. It's a very private thing." It was very 
clear what Vasquez meant by "fuck."

Jade nodded quietly. "I can see your vulnerability when you fuck like 
that. Thank you for sharing it with me." Hesitantly, Jade offered the 
young cop a gentle kiss with an entirely different meaning than the 
ones she'd shared with Vasquez previously, and they both knew it. To 
her credit, Vasquez accepted the tribute without comment, her eyes full 
of warmth, tender intimacy.

"Well, that was a show..."

Hicks, propped on one elbow, watched the two women, smiling a shit-
eating grin in the wake of his comment.

Vasquez slid next to Jade on her lounger, settling in next to the older 
woman as easily as an old friend. "Fucking lucky I'm too tired to come 
over there and kick your ass, Hicks..." The cop tilted her face up, 
pulled Jade's chin, and thus mouth, to her own possessively, then began 
to neck sensually with Jade. For her part, Jade no longer cared that 
Vasquez was a woman, although it was still something that she found 
kinky and unusual. Still, the young cop kissed extremely well, using 
full lips and expressive tongue to best effect, literally taking sexy, 
sensual control of Jade's mouth and using it for both their pleasures.

Jade heard Hicks say, "Shit, always know I'm in trouble when she calls 
me 'Hicks'."

It wasn't until several minutes later that Vasquez slid her tongue from 
Jade's mouth, licking her own spit from Jade's chin with tender, kinky 
jealously. "How's that for a show, Blondie?" the cop murmured, glancing 
past Jade to eye her partner.

"Let's just say I think I'll be paying for it eventually." Dry, gentle, 
deferential humor in his voice.

The dark, latin eyes slid back to Jade, licked over her face with 
possessive satisfaction. "Fuck, I've got that boy well-trained..."

Indeed he was, for later, Vasquez marched the man back to the 
"playroom," and with Jade's now eager help, raped him as efficiently as 
she'd raped Jade.

Not surprisingly, he didn't complain once...


Epilogue:

Stop it!

Jade's mental command did little to quell the insistent throb between 
her legs. Not the pulsation of sexual arousal per se, but rather a 
ghost-image of sweet, remembered torture, acknowledgement of the 
penultimate, even excessive, stimulation her clitoris had received over 
the weekend.

Jade sighed, readjusted her legs. Shut up, I said! Try as she might to 
get some actual work done, however, interesting mental images kept 
interrupting upon Jade's concentration. Dark, velvet-caramel skin 
beaded with sweat, rippling with muscle. Connected genitalia, male, 
female, animal. Sweet juices, white and clear, dripping from swollen, 
engorged flesh...

The software Jade was attempting to write looked no more useful than it 
did three hours ago. "Shit," she sighed, leaning back in her chair. Her 
hands once again found the cloth she'd been absently fondling the whole 
day...

A red Levi's bandanna, folded with care.

Jade brought the cloth to her nose, breathed deep, let the essence of 
Officer Juanita Vasquez fill her nose, the trace of sweat underlying 
the light fragrance of musky, spicy, sensually masculine cologne. A 
memento, the butch young cop had said, with a typically dark, intense 
flash of sexy latin eyes. Then, the kiss, long and lingering, erotic 
and...

Yes, and romantic.

The bleep of her intercom stirred Jade out of her revelry. She lifted 
the receiver. "Yes?"

"There's a package for you at the front desk, Ms. Masterson. FedEx 
needs your signature to deliver it."

Jade frowned. "Okay, be right there..."

A minute later, Jade returned with the package, a simple FedEx Letter 
envelope well-sealed with tape. Jade glanced at the return address, and 
froze.

It was her own home address.

Her heart thudding in her chest, Jade opened the envelope, found 
another, reinforced manila envelop inside, bearing a simple statement 
written across the fold in black pen:

Open in private

Jade got up, closed and locked her office door, then sat down and 
opened the inner envelope.

And out spilled photographs. Of herself. With Buck.

And the negatives.

Jade felt for a moment that she were looking at some other woman, bent 
over, bound and tethered like an animal, sexually tied to a dog the 
size of a small pony. The lust was evident on the stranger's sweaty 
face, written all over it actually. The body, taut with shattered 
pleasure, gleaming with sweat, covered by the enormous dog in intimate, 
perverse contact. The thick, swollen red flesh, spreading open the 
dripping cunt, the clitoris, prominent and swollen, the fluids running 
down backs of thighs...

Fingers shaking, Jade lifted something else that had accompanied the 
photos, a note written in the same bold, flowing letters as were 
evident on the envelope:

Chica,

Like I said, trust works both ways. You've earned mine. The photos are 
the only copies, I'll remember you just fine without them.

Stay out of trouble, comprende?

The note was signed only with an odd, familiar glyph, the combined male 
and female symbols, the central circle surrounding a small heart, 
carefully drawn in red ink.

Jade got no more work done that day...


-- End --

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"El riesgo siempre vive" -- The risk always lives!

- stenciled on Pvt. Vasquez's body armor, "Aliens"