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MODUS OPERANDI
Part Two
Chapter One… The aftermath of the predator/victim experiment
The tap on the office door, seeing Sgt. Johnson glancing in, he nods as he leans back in his chair. The door swinging open, shutting, the partially closed blinds rattling against its window, he watches her enter while glancing toward the mound of files on his desk. Remaining silent, letting her step around the chair, carefully, slowly sit facing him; he waits for her to break the ice.
“Damn, Lew,” she finally speaks, “You gave me a hell of a workout, didn’t you?”
“Like I said when we were done, I just followed what you were so adamant about….”
“Oh… I… I know, its okay, don’t sweat it… Christ… I asked for it and you delivered!”
“Well then?... How you feel……..”
“I’m fine… Fine… Still a tad sore though,” she grins, cups her breasts; the blinds pulled on the rest of the windows giving total privacy from the squad room. “My nipples’ still swollen… Still can’t hardly touch ‘em.”
“I bet,” he nods, glancing at her hands, her fingers gently massaging her firm mounds. “Bet you’re still sore somewhere else, too.”
Thighs pressing together, a hand dropping down across her leg, she nods. “Just as sore?... You bet!” Glancing toward the files, a couple envelopes opened, photos shuffled off to the side, she nods, “Whatcha’ got going now?”
“Just… Just playing the angles… Even thinking about the woman side of it, as crazy as that sounds,” he answers, glancing toward a couple of the stills, inside feeling a sense of relief with her attitude. “No sense worrying about any hidden help from the investigators on the earlier cases, those pricks was useless as tits on a bore hog back then.”
“I hear that!... Who’s next?” She asks, reaching for a couple photos, fingering them.
Glancing up across the desk, seeing the expression on her face like nothing’s happened, he nods, asks, “You up to… I mean… You okay, ready to work?... You’ve only been off the weekend, that enough?”
“What?” Fuck yea, I’m fine,” she answers, flipping the photos back across the desk, “Damn, that was Friday night… It’s time to get back to work.”
“Okay, as long as you’re up to it.”
A smirk, leaning forward, unsnapping a couple buttons, she whispers, “I was sorta’ hoping you’d be up to it too, maybe rub a little lotion across my bruises later, take care of some of my other sore spots too after work.”
Slowly shaking his head, the sight of the top of her blouse unbuttoned, the remnants of bruises, pinpricks just visible above her low cut bra she’s now wearing, the thoughts of whipping her the other night, mounting her, taking her in both orifices, watching her body twisting, contorting everyway imaginable until the bedding beneath her was drenched in her bodily fluids, he can’t believe the sexual innuendos coming from her mouth now. The scuttlebutt way back when of her seeing the police shrink for a sex addiction problem’s obviously spot on, obviously should’ve included her blatant masochistic tendency as well.
“Seriously, if you’re ready to get back to work,” he nods, putting on a front of ignoring her other comments. “I’d set up another interview last week for this afternoon; see what we can do with a more recent case.”
“Let’s do it then… Believe me, I’ve got some angles figured out,” she answers, again glancing toward the files. “So, it’s the latest case this time… Something fresh, something I can relate too… Maybe both of us can relate too now.”
Chapter Two… The ride to another interview
Studying the case together for a couple hours in the privacy of his office before getting in the car, a half hour or so trip ahead, the most recent file on Sgt. Johnson’s lap, she takes a few moments to shuffle through the photos as he drives. Breaking the silence, she holds a photo over toward him. “Look familiar Lew?”
“What?”
“The still, remind you of my bed?” She asks as she holds the picture of the messed bed, the duct tape raveled around its four corners next to a nightstand with a couple photos of the victim, the larger frame holding a photo of her on a beach in a thong bikini posed between a couple of her friends.
“All the stills look like your bed, they were all used the same way,” he answers, glancing at the photo, back toward the street.
“Well… You haven’t said… How’d you like it?”
Watching the road, hearing her voice, the question, he tries to ignore her comment, figuring where she’s going with it.
“Seriously… Tell the truth, how’d you really like doing me like that; all naked and bound for you to do whatever you wanted with me… Really, I’m serious, be honest… You really got into it, huh?”
Glancing over, seeing her expression, listening to her rambling tone, almost a sense of relief surpasses the anxiety he was feeling about talking to her about it. Figuring it had to come up, it might as well be now. “Well, actually…..”
“You did, didn’t you?” She butts in, “probably as much as me!” Smirking, almost like she’s enjoying prying his answer out, she continues to probe. “You liked everything about it I bet… Tell me, what excited you the most though?... The power… Seeing me naked and helpless?... Let me guess with you being a man… I bet fucking me in the butt really turned you on the most, huh?”
“Christ Jessica, fuck, I don’t know,” he mumbles, “Yea, it was erotic, it… I mean having you bound up like that… It gave me a sense of empowerment I guess… I mean having you all naked and helpless like that!”
“See… We’re getting somewhere now,” she retorts, “you got a sense of what the perpetrator felt like just like I got a sense of what the victims went through.”
“Okay, I guess you’re going to analyze us now, right?”
“Sure… That’s one of the reasons we did it,” she answers with a smirk… Wanna’ hear?”
“Well, guess I have too… I’m listening.”
“Okay, here goes… It hurt… It did hurt me a lot for a while, scary too with the mask over my face,” she starts. “The clamps hurt like hell for a long time before my nipples went numb, too… And I thought you were ripping my clit off with that other clamp.”
“So, you really didn’t like it too…..”
“Hush up… I’m not done yet,” she orders with an obviously fake frown, leaning toward the center of the seat, slipping her palm across his thigh, she continues, “now listen, I didn’t say I didn’t like it… A little pain can be a good thing, you know.” Scrapping her fingernails back and forth across his trousers, down into his crotch, she continues, “Now listen to me, okay?... After awhile, having my titties whipped, being fucked, knowing it was going to go on all night, you begin to wonder if you can handle it… The pain becomes almost unbearable with arms and legs stretching until they’re numb, the aching burning of your pinched flesh from the clamps, not being able to see or hear the whips, just feel the leather leaving its welts, the sharp pinpricks, even being fucked in the butt.” Her voice rising, almost sounding excited, he feels her fingers gripping, stroking at his swelling shaft as she becomes more animated. “It all intermingles eventually though, the pain morphs, that’s when something happens to change everything, the panic, the pain becomes pleasure and it all melds together, you know?”
Just listening to her play by play causing his cock to stiffen, not to mention her fingernails scraping against his trousers, stroking, squeezing, stroking a little harder, he almost stutters, “So… So what you’re saying is………..”
“All said and done, I fucking loved it… Not at first mind you, but actually after you took my mask off for awhile… Then, oh fuck!... When you put it back on me, I almost shit…. Really, I didn’t think you would when I begged you not to… A part of me wanted you to stop then… Really I did… That’s when I didn’t know just how far you’d go… How much you might really hurt me… My nipples, my clit were on fucking fire already with those clamps so tight!” Her fingernails digging into his trousers, her hand stroking in rhythm with her excitement, she leans closer, rasps, “that’s when I started responding to an adrenaline rush though… That’s when the pain really started feeling good with the not knowing part!... That’s when I started having multiple orgasms!... Even those sharp ass needle pricks across my titties and pussy that you really got into doing made me cum!... And by the feel of it, like you’re getting ready to now!”
“Damn!” His thighs twitching, feeling his cock continuing to throb, to pulsate, her fingers squeezing as if for emphasis as she leans closer, he mutters, “So… So you liked me hurting you?”
“Yea… Probably just as much as you liked hurting me, right?”
“Like I said, it’s… It’s empowering Jessica… Yea, I guess it did feel good,” he answers. “Having you naked like that, sprawled out with those titties clamped, your clit clamped after I tied you to the bed spread-eagled.”
“That’s why you fucked me right off, isn’t it?... Shot a load as soon as you jammed it in me!” She almost giggles as she keeps stroking, gripping tighter as she haphazardly unzips his zipper with her free hand. “You were about to cream your jeans even before you started hurting me weren’t you?... I remember, and believe me, when you stretched my pussy and shoved this thing inside me, it was bigger then either of those dildos I bought,” she adds with a firm grip of his cock, slipping it out from his skivvies. “I thought it was going to split me wide open!... Damn!... Look at it is now!” She smirks, gripping, twisting, jerking as her fingernails drag back and forth across his foreskin. “It’s about ready to blow!... Gotta’ be careful… Hope it fits in my mouth for your sake… Can’t let your pants get all soiled, now can we?”
“By the way,” he practically grunts, somehow the stupid thought crossing his mind as his thighs begin to tremble, “you haven’t paid me back for… For those things from the sex… Sex shop yet.”
Leaning her head further down, she giggles. “We’re still a half hour away… This should be a good down payment.” Tilting her head, craning her neck, spreading her lips around the crown of his engorged cock as she forcefully slides her fingernails firmly down his twitching shaft to come to a gripping halt above his scrotum, a sudden deep-throat, a harsh suck and holding it, holding it, she feels him exploding in her mouth, deep in her throat while she swallows the gushing loads of pulsing semen as he grips tighter on the steering wheel.
Chapter Three… The second interview
A renovated carriage house, tucked beside an ivy covered red brick wall behind a French style mansion, the actual site of this victim’s assault, they park the car in front of what once was double stable doors, now secured as an outside wall to the house. The entrance screen door swinging open off to the side, the attractive victim waits, watching as they exit the car. Lt. Lewis nodding, showing his wallet I.D. as Sgt. Johnson steps between their unmarked car and a late model Jaguar convertible, the case file in hand as the woman swings the door further open.
“I’ve been expecting you.” Her voice low but clear, stepping out onto the aged flagstone step between the doorway and the curling brick walkway, she holds the door open. “Come on in, the living rooms’ to the left.”
Johnson first, the Lt. following, the victim closes the door, steps past toward the sofa facing cattycorner to the matching black leather recliner. A wave of a hand for them to sit, herself sitting on the edge of the recliner, crossing her hands across her knees, she silently glances from Johnson to Lt. Lewis.
“Miss Fronk,” the Lt. begins, “this is Sgt. Johnson, I’m Lt. Lewis.
“Yes Lieutenant, I talked to you late last week… I believe… Wednesday, maybe Thursday.” She answers, barely glancing from one to the other, her dark hair strictly combed back into a tight bun, her makeup impeccable, her clothes sheik and complimentary to her toned figure. “You wanted to talk to me about my rape.”
“Yes, we… We wanted to discuss the case.” Lt. Lewis answers with direct eye contact, looking into her dark brown eyes, unblinking, almost piercing. I brought Sgt Johnson along to….”
“To have me feel more comfortable… Right Lieutenant?”
“Yes ma’am, a courtesy if you will… You can even speak with her alone if……”
“That’s not necessary,” she answers, her voice unchanging, calm but firm. “I’m quite comfortable talking to either or both of you.” Glancing toward Sgt. Johnson’s lap, the manila envelope flat across her knees, she asks, “That’s the file isn’t it?... That’s the whole story of an all night abduction and repeated rapes, not to mention the insidious extramural atrocities perpetrated on me.” Again glancing toward the envelope, she nods past them in a couple directions while adding, “I gave a quite graphic description of what was done to me from the time I opened that door to when I was found in that room.
“Yes ma’am… Quite graphic,” Sgt. Johnson acknowledges as she flips the folder’s flap open, empties the contents across the sofa between her and the Lieutenant. “Yet again, like the others, no inkling of who the perpetrator could be, not one lone single whisper, remark of any kind that could help us?”
“Again, if you read the statement Sergeant, he used superglue… Glued my eyes, my lips, my ears while I was initially rendered unconscious,” she instructs in her still calm yet firm voice. “And, if you’ve read the whole report, he later glued by nipples together for his amusement and then later, my rectum.” Glancing from one to the other, her fingers interlocking across her knees, her voice finally rising, she continues, “After mounting me a final time, he used the glue on my labium too… Yes, he glued my cunt shut!... After mounting those dildos in both orifices, he glued them shut!... Now, is that too vulgar for you?... Does that graphically describe what happened to me enough?”
Feeling the warmth spreading across his face, glancing toward Sgt. Johnson, noticing her expression not of embarrassment, but maybe of intrigue, or even of a kind of stimulation, he also can’t help noticing the hint of her nipples hardening beneath her clinging blouse. Turning back, he begins to ask, “so… So Miss Fronk… We… We did go over the report thoroughly, and I understand your frustrations, your feelings……”
“Feelings?” She smirks, “Feelings?... The only positive was, with my lips glued shut he couldn’t force anything into my mouth, down my throat… So much for deterring me from screaming, huh?... Otherwise my feelings besides being superglued shut consisted with being anally raped, virginally raped, my breasts beaten, my nipples and clitoris almost torn with serrated clamps… Besides those things, I guess I didn’t feel all that much!... Oh, except for being bound spread-eagled by my wrists and ankles for God knows how many hours with duct tape of all things, then lying naked in my own urine and sweat… Besides that, unfortunately there’s nothing else I can add.”
“I guess that just about covers everything in your statement then,” Sgt. Johnson’s eyes gleaming, staring into the victim’s as she retorts, “yes, that about covers your ordeal in depth.”
“I take it there’s been no breaks, new leads, anything then?” The victim staring back toward Lt. Lewis asks as her hands almost reflexively slide up her thighs, her sides, coming to rest just below her breasts as she suddenly stands.
“Not yet,” Lt. Lewis politely responds, glancing toward Sgt. Johnson as he shuffles the file’s papers, stuffs them back inside the manila envelope. “But we’ll keep going, we’ve just been assigned the cases and figure on working ‘em ‘till they’re solved.”
Standing himself, glancing toward the door, nodding toward the Sgt, the Lt. turns toward the victim. “We’ll find our way out… You don’t mind if we stay in touch, do you?”
“Of course not Lieutenant,” she stoically answers, “anytime… Please do keep me informed… And Sergeant… I have a good hair stylist I can recommend if you’d like.”
In the unmarked car, backing away from the house, the red Jag, Johnson’s the first to break the silence as the Lieutenant’s driving. “A bitch, but kind of hot, ain’t she?”
“What?... Pissed, angry?”
“No… Good-looking Lew… A cunt, but good looking,” she smirks as she flips a couple of the stills from their envelope. Taking in the graphic hospital photos, the actual stills of the victim’s naked body after having the glue removed from her raw flesh, she adds, “Looky here… Whatcha’ think… Her hair didn’t look so good there, did it?... Anyway… How would you feel having her spread out in front of you like I was?”
“You’re fucking something else,” he scolds, “And I saw you… You were getting off listening to her weren’t you?”
“Seriously… Look at those tits on her… Real too,” she grins, holding a photo above the steering wheel. “That’s one hot rack ain’t it!... Besides, you know good and well if your partner today was another fucking guy, you two would be creaming on yourselves telling each other what you’d want to do with her, I bet.”
“How’d you like to go through what she did, asshole?” He again scolds as he shoves the picture away, the photo of her with her hands behind her neck, her reddened breasts thrust outward, discolored with whip marks, clamp marks and especially the remnants of glue scrubbed off her chaffed nipples.
“Don’t tempt me Lew!” She smiles, squeezing her own breast with her free hand. “Don’t know about gluing my pussy shut though!... Tits glued together, maybe… Think about it… Then you could stroke your cock between ‘em and jack off on me!”
“You’re one sick bitch!”
The photo slipped back into the folder, her hand reaching across his lap, gripping his cock, she retorts, “and little Lew down here’s getting all hard again too!”
End Part Two… To be continued
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