Posted by rache on April 29, 2002 at 07:46:08:
This is a story I started on Thursday, went away for the weekend, and finished on Sunday. That's why it is the way it is. The title is just what I called the text file before I wrote a single word. And "Crime and Punishment" is already taken.
Sunshine6
Fiction by Rachael
"I didn't mean to kill her, it just happened."
Detective Smalls dropped the clipboard on his desk with a soft cluttered smacking sound. Not the effect he wanted, I thought. He had piles of papers and telephones and pens and donuts and pictures and who knows what else all over his little desk, "Maybe you should clear some of that stuff off of there?" I said, only trying to help.
He stared at me like I was from another planet. I hate that. "Is that your whole statement?" he read it again, all 9 words...but r e a l l y s l o w l y. "Maybe you don't know what kind of trouble you're in Ms. Moore."
"Ummm...." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe?" So I said that.
He placed a big glossy color photograph on the desk in front of me. It was Carly, she still looked pretty hot. She was on my bed, with her hands cuffed to the posts and her legs bound to a spreader. Her eyes were closed, but it was kind of hard to tell because the plastic bag tied around her head was a little misty inside. I guess it was condensation or something.
"Would you like to tell me what this is?" Detective Smalls lit a cigarette, turning around to open the little window in his office.
I could see other people, policemen and criminals walking around through the big glass windows and I felt a little self-conscious sitting there. I wasn't wearing very much. The two police officers that came to my house and arrested me didn't really let me dress. They were in a hurry I think. Probably rookies.
I reached over the picture and picked up a rubber band from the desk. Detective Smalls watched me while I combed my hair with my fingers and then twisted it into a long black ponytail down my back. I had a jacket on, Paul's old denim thing that smelled like a lawnmower. It has a little button on one of the pockets that says 'I take drugs seriously'... I was a little self-conscious about that too. I thought about taking it off, the jacket I mean, but underneath I had only a pair of red panties on. See? Rookies. They certainly got an eyeful, but they were very polite.
I felt my nipples itching a little. They're almost always hard, like terminal. Sometimes I don't mind, but mostly it's annoying. Like right now. When I was pulling my hair back the jacket opened up pretty wide and Detective Smalls, well...He's a Detective, right? He detected.
"Ahem" he cleared his throat, kind of a half-cough. "Does that turn you on Ms. Moore?"
I froze with my arms up, behind my head and stared at him. My hard dark nipples burning and plainly visible to his staring eyes. They were sticking out so far my little rings just dangled there, not even touching the caramel areolas of my breasts. "Yesssss" I said slowly. "It turns me on. How about you?"
He snapped his eyes back to mine and his face was kind of red. I finished my ponytail and dropped my hands back to my lap. "You know, everything you say here can be taken as evidence against you." He puffed his cigarette. "You might want to consider that, Ms. Moore."
I smiled. "You don't want me to tell the truth anymore Detective?"
"I didn't say that." He frowned. "Tell me about the picture."
"That's Carly. I met her at a party, she's one of Paul's students." I picked up the picture and looked at it.
"And Paul is...?"
I crossed my legs; the crotch of my panties was riding a little tight. "Paul is my Master."
"Master?" Detective Smalls frowned again. He does that a lot, it doesn't really look good on him. He has one of those faces that looks like he ought to be smiling a lot more. I wondered what made him decide to be a policeman. He'd be a much better fireman I think. They smile a lot, except when they're fighting a fire. I frowned too. I guess probably Detective Smalls smiled a lot too, when he wasn't being a policeman, don't you think?
"Well, like a boyfriend only....Not as nice."
"Not as nice?"
I looked at him. "Maybe you should write this down?"
Detective Smalls sat on his really creaky swivel chair, snubbing out his cigarette. "Let's talk about this Paul person later. Right now I'd really like to know what happened to Carly. Okay?"
"Sure." I don't mind talking - I guess everyone knows that. So I closed my eyes for a second and thought about where I should start.
"Just start with tonight." The Detective's voice made me jump. Wow! He was good! So that's where I started.
After I finished I could tell something was wrong.
"Tell me again how she let you cuff her to the bed." Detective Smalls was flipping through the clipboard he'd been taking notes on.
"Ummm...What did I say before?" I asked. I thought it was a reasonable request, no sense repeating myself, right?
He sighed. "It doesn't work like that Ms. Moore."
"Miss"
He looked up at me. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not liberated, Detective. Miss is fine. I like it. Ms. sounds so.... Butch. I'm tired of it."
"Well, MISS Moore, I'm not going to tell you what you said before. Just tell me the truth and maybe you won't have to ask me." I could tell he was getting impatient and it was getting on my nerves a little or I'd never have said what I said next.
"Careful" I said it kind of sing-songy, you know, like your Dad used to do when he just knew you were doing something wrong.
"Careful, what?"
"I'll ask for my lawyer, you don't want that do you Detective?" I had him over a barrel and he knew it. Just being brought here next to naked would be enough to get me off. I could probably get a pretty good sexual harassment settlement to boot.
....Imaginary courtroom in my head: "Did they let you get dressed?" ...oh no your honor! "Did they give you a blanket or anything?" ...oh no your honor! "Did Detective Smalls ever treat you...Ahem....Disrespectfully?" ...Oh! Oh yeah. I smiled at Detective Smalls and spread my legs a little. "Or maybe, we could go someplace...Quieter? Where I could think a little clearer? Don't you think that would be better Detective?" I tried to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm trying my best!" I watched his eyes move down my thin body and focus on my crotch. Where my panties had ridden up kind of tight, remember? Later, in a little room they called 'Interrogation Room 101' Detective Smalls and I continued our chat. "What I'm just trying to understand," he said as he lifted various things out of a big cardboard box labeled 'EVIDENCE' "is how a young woman, a fairly healthy, intelligent college student, allowed you to handcuff her to your bed." He pulled out the handcuffs. "Spread her legs with this.....thing." He pulled it out too. "It's called a leg-spreader." I offered helpfully. He gave me a withering look. "Gag her" He pulled out a bright red ball gag. The one I got for Christmas from David. "And finally rape her with this...this...what is this?" "Are you Amish Detective Smalls? God! It's a strap-on dildo!" Really, I think he was just teasing me, but it's so hard to tell with those guys with firemen faces, you know? He looks like Harvey Keitel as 'Mr. Wolf' ...Not the 'Bad Lieutenant' Harvey Keitel. Kinda sexy actually. "A strap-on dildo, of course." He made a big show of writing that down. "You know what they say Detective....You can't rape the willing." I slipped my jacket off my shoulders and sat there only in my red lacy panties. "Are you a uh...A lesbian Miss Moore?" He really tried not to look at my tits, really. "Only when there's no guys around." "Oh, mmmm...Uh, I see. So you're saying she was willing?" "Yes. Very." I was absently flicking one of my nipple rings. "So why the handcuffs? I mean if she was so willing...Seems like you wouldn't need those, doesn't it?" He made it sound like this was some feat of extreme cleverness. "Well Sherlock, I guess you got me there!" "Was she willing when you put the bag over her head?" He was smiling a little. "Of course! Yeah, she liked asphyxia a lot." I watched him write that down. "P-H-Y ... Not F-I ....Oops" I looked away from his stare. "Did she ask you to do that?" He started taking off his suit coat. I wondered when he would, it was kind of warm in that little room. "Or was that your own idea?" "Ummm...I think it was her idea, but really it could have been mine. I don't remember. We both, you know, like it." I was rubbing my sex a little, just a finger up and down my slit. I do that when I get bored, must be compulsive or something. I do it in school sometimes; it's really embarrassing when I catch someone catching me. But not this time. "I see." And he did too. He watched my hand moving up and down and we didn't say anything for a minute. "Do you want to handcuff me Detective? I mean you don't have to, but if you wanted to...If this is bothering you." I looked down at my fingers as I pushed the crimson lace between my damp folds. "I don't think I can stop by myself." He brushed his palm across the slight bulge in his trousers. Really quickly, he was good, probably did it like that in church too. Detective Smalls licked his lips and then picked up the handcuffs Carly had been wearing. "Do you want me to?" "Ooooh" I moaned a little. Not really because I needed to, but because it seemed like a good response, non-committal, but intimating assent. I got up and pushed everything off the table with a clatter and laid down on it. I put my wrists together above my head, near one of the heavy stainless steel legs so I was laying diagonally, looking up at him. Waiting. My legs hung over the edge and I could feel the sharpness of it pressing into my creamy thighs. My tummy went concave, hollowing inward and pushing my ribs out a little. My breasts were flattened, the firm flesh pulled taut. I knew exactly what I looked like. I looked just like Carly had a few hours before. Detective Smalls looked back at the door and hurriedly crossed the room to lock it. When he came back he was sweating a little and I smiled at him, wriggling my fingers to catch his attention. The handcuff chain was long enough for him to make a little loop around the leg of the table. He did that and it pulled my hands very close together, I couldn't move them at all, just slide them up and down a little with a not totally unpleasant rasping sound of metal on metal. He looked down at me and reached out to caress my left breast. He pressed his palm against it, my hard nipple aching beneath the pleasant pressure. I moaned softly and he started moving his hand in a slow deliberate circle. "Is this what you did to Carly? Did you touch her...Like this?" he pinched my nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling it painfully out, stretching my breast. I was panting now, it felt so good. Images of Carly beneath my hands mixed with the sensations coursing through my body. "Yesssss" I hissed. Detective Smalls moved to my right breast, pulling my ring this time, twisting it slightly as he did so, making me gasp. "You like this don't you? You wanted to come her tonight....You wanted to get caught." he was hurting me now, making me feel good. I strained at the cuffs and felt cold steel biting into my skin, pressing against the bones beneath. I was lifting my hips, unable to help myself. "Yessss...No.....No....I just wanted to...Ohhhhh...." Whatever thought was in my head was lost to his fingers as he pressed them into my flesh, grabbing a fistful of my breast and squeezing. I was getting louder, my emotions spilling out of me in a series of moans and gasps. I'd been so ready for this, so wanting it...All that mindless waiting. Patience was never my strong suit, but I'd waited him out and this was my reward. "Maybe I should gag you." He said. "Do you want that?" I was shivering, telling him yes, yes...I wanted it. I remembered Carly's mouth, so wide and sweet. Stretching around the soft red ball, pressing it into her mouth and tightening the leather strap around her head. I yearned for it, to feel that same thing. I opened my mouth for it, staring at Detective Smalls' face while he squeezed it between my teeth, filling me. I couldn't talk; I couldn't refuse or deny anything now. I was helpless and mute and totally in his power. He fitted me perfectly and stepped back. He was breathing harder, his face a little flushed. I lay there feeling the heat from his hands slowly fading my body. I could see reddish outlines on my pale skin from his previous attention and it pleased me. I wanted more, so much more. Detective Smalls undressed slowly, folding his clothes carefully until at last he was naked. His penis was hard and I stared at it, watching the way it swung and bounced with his every movement. He picked up the leg spreader and looked at me. "Do we need this? No...I don't think so either." He dropped it into the box. "But this! It was the plastic bag I'd used on Carly, sealed inside another plastic bag. He opened the evidence bag open slowly and removed the instrument of death. It was such a simple thing, a clear plastic bag, as fine and supple as a dry-cleaning bag. But stronger, more resilient. I stared at it as he put it on the table beside me. "We might need that, don't you think?" Detective Smalls moved between my legs, pulling my panties aside and fingering my wetness. I tried to push against him. I was so wet already, so needing his touch. He slapped me lightly, his fingers coming down on my hard little clitoris and bringing a muffled yelp from my mouth. He slapped the insides of my thighs hard, urging me to spread my legs wider, to expose my shaven sex to him completely. He tore at the thin material of my panties, yanking them off me and tossing them away. My body shook as he spanked my wanton sex; over and over he brought his hand down. I felt a pleasant heat at first, then an uncomfortable burning. A short time later it was almost unbearable, my clit especially, becoming so aroused, supersensitive to the slightest touch and now being smacked repeatedly. I was writhing beneath him, sobbing into my gag and straining at the bonds on my wrists. And just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, when my mind had all but shutout every possible thought but the incredible sensations flooding my body, Detective Smalls stopped. And that was worse. The pain did not go away, it intensified. My body heaved and perspiration poured out of me. My tummy was churning; deep inside I could feel the fingers of my impending orgasm tickling at my soul. Detective Smalls rubbed his hardness across my sex, slapping it softly, rubbing his swollen head across and between my labia. When he entered me it was slowly, but completely. My body yielding to him, accepting him as he filled me. I was crying out, uselessly.... My whole being contracted around his penetration and I felt the dam bursting inside. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him to me, holding him there while I orgasmed around him. He was kind to me; he let me have my moment. My sex was crying out, bruised and throbbing and somehow more alive, more satisfied than I'd ever thought possible. I moaned with delight as he began a rhythmic thrusting, a slow deep slide in and out which felt so wonderful. I dreamed I'd never had sex before until this night. I'd never known what making love was until this man had taken me. I kept seeing Carly in my head, beneath me as I was now beneath Detective Smalls. I embraced her memory, the way her eyes had stared into mine while we made love. They had shone with a brilliant light, a glow deep within her finally released. I was Carly now. That thought brought me to another shuddering orgasm as Detective Smalls slipped the bag over my head. the end
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