Loading...Quiet mumbles and flashing lights illuminated the grisly scene. Behind yellow Police tape, a man had been brutally executed. A popular baseball bat was shoved deeply into his anal cavity, lubricated with a heavy brown grease. Below the grotesque statue, a large pool of white liquid congealed below his limp, dangling oversized penis.
Upon closer inspection, we find a large red kiss mark on the man’s right buttock. As we move towards the pool of blood under his head, we see the same lip marks on the man’s terror stricken, bloodless face.
“That’s bearing grease, Steve.” Sergeant O’Reily brought a sample on an inspection cloth. “I’d know that smell anywhere.”
A quick whiff confirmed the Sergeant’s findings. “Thank’s Quinlan.”
“What shade would you call that lipstick, by the way?” O’Reily and Harding were pals, and spoke to each other easily, even though Steve outranked him.
“I’d call it Cotton Candy Red.” It sounded as if he was talking out of the side of his mouth, but it was just crooked. “Notify me about the slug, I’ll add it to my lead sheet.”
“I didn’t know you was into slugs, huh, huh,” the big Sergeant chuckled to himself.
“Why, I oughta…,” the much smaller detective raised his hand menacingly. He chased Quinlan off with a growl.
Detective Steve Harding traversed the small room looking for clues. He stood by the open window and looked outside to see how far up it was. Not too high, but a bitch to climb up none-the- less. Somebody he knew then. The fingerprints on the bat will help.
The simply furnished apartment didn’t look lived in. A one night stand perhaps? No, a woman that he knew, who could get him to do…that. Not much here…’cept a matchbook, yoink. “The Dirty Thirty.” Hmm, sounds interesting. Steve put it in an evidence bag, and left the scene with a thousand things to do. First thing, talk to this guys wife. The ring finger of his left hand displayed a very expensive looking gold band.
“Hello?” A very attractive brunette answered the large, ornate wooden door. Her hair was cut short and clung tightly to her head in flowing waves. She looked about forty, and the darkest brown eyes dazzled expectantly.
“Detective Harding ma’am, I spoke to you on the phone about your husband,” the lone detective was stunned by her beauty, but stuck to business.
Mrs. Hargrove’s face paled. She swallowed and looked away slightly, “Yes, of course. Won’t you come in?” She tried sounding polite, but it was difficult. “May I offer you a drink, a twelve year old Scotch perhaps? My husband liked to keep a fully stocked bar.” As she walked toward the bar, she stopped and touched it tenderly.
Pleasant memories? “No thank you Mrs. Hargrove, let’s just get to business. Did your husband have any enemies or business rivals?” He took out his notepad and a pencil, and sat on an ottoman in front of an over stuffed sofa.
Mrs. Hargrove noticed how his neatly pressed grey suit fitted his muscular body perfectly as he sat down. She sat across from him on the sofa and crossed her legs.
“No, Detective. My husband was a good man and ran a clean business. He was respected and loved through out the city.” She turned away melodramatically, “I… loved him very much as well.” She was on the verge of tears, but was determined to show no weakness to the policeman.
Right, show me a clean businessman, and I’ll show you a clean lawyer, “I understand that ma’am, I’m trying to find a motive. You wouldn’t have one would you?” He knew her reaction before he got it, but it was important to clear up that point right away.
Francis Hargrove glared at him icily, chilling him to the bone. “No. Of course not. We were very much in love, and I’ll miss him dearly.”
Steve had to admit, she did sound genuine. “Was he cheating on you, that you know of?” He expected claws and hissing but was surprised at her answer.
“Yes, he was. My husband was…a very potent man, and I could not keep up with his libido. So, several years ago we… tacitly agreed, that he could see other women, if he never left me. We were happy with that arrangement until…”
“Until somebody kissed his ass goodbye, you mean?” He knew he was being cruel, but you had to push the suspects buttons to get the answers you wanted.
Francis broke down traumatically, “We’ve been happily married for years, he was my soulmate!” Sparkling tears streaked down her smooth cheeks and landed on her heaving bosom. Her lips quivered with soul bending misery. “And you needn’t worry about the money, most of it was mine to begin with anyway!” Her hurt face turned into a snarl, as her pain lashed out from the dark, empty pit in her stomach.
“Do you know the name of the girl?”
“Hm,” she grunted brusquely, “which one? There were many.” Her reply was pregnant with many unresolved feelings.
“The one he might have been most serious about, perhaps.” He softened a bit, and gave her a pleasant tone, “Any names would be very helpful in solving this heinous crime, ma’am.”
“There is something you must know about my husband first, Mr. Harding.” She paused to light a cigarette. “Did you… see the body?” She blew a smoke ring.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Did you notice anything, out of the ordinary?”
“Besides the bat and the hole in his head?”
She gave him a black hole stare, “Yes, besides those things.”
“He did have an enormous…”
“Exactly. I loved my husband very much, and when we made love it was… incredible. But lately, he wanted to put it, someplace unnatural.” She shifted in her seat slightly, as she tried to force the image out of her mind.
“I’m not sure I follow, Mrs. Hargrove.”
She leveled her eyes at him, and flicked her ashes in the ashtray. “He wanted to make love to me in the ass, Detective. Or anybody else for that matter, because I wouldn’t. I almost wish I had, he might still be alive,” she wiped a tear with a handkerchief. She anguished over the sad, ironic coincidence when the coroner told her about the baseball bat.
“That helps some ma’am. Can I have that name now, please?” His pencil poised over his tattered notepad.
“Cynthia Graves, his secretary,” spat Francis. At one point she seriously thought that she could share her husband with another woman, and not feel hurt by it. She never expected to lose him over it, that much was certain.
“Thank you ma’am. I’ll keep in touch.” Detective Harding put his hat over his sleek black hair and walked toward the door. Francis followed him.
“Detective?” She waited breathlessly. “If it is her, make sure she gets what she deserves?”
“I’ll try ma’am. It’s up to Lady Justice to deal out the punishment, not I.” He didn’t mind punishing himself once in a while, but not on women.
Loud, quick clicking steps echoed down the long marble hallway. In the distance, Harding saw a lone secretary in front of a large wooden door. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, creating a heavenly glow around her. His steady gait mingled harmoniously with her rhythmic typing, as Detective Harding approached one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Her long, straight, platinum blond hair was pulled tightly into a bun, high on the back of her well balanced head. Short reading glasses perched on the end of her delicate nose. A tight blue dress hugged dangerously to every curve. She looked up brightly to greet the visitor.
“Good Afternoon! Welcome to Bear and Hargrove, how may I help you today, sir?” Her blue eyes sparkled like diamonds, and the sun shone with her smile.
“Miss Graves? I’m Detective Steven Harding of the Police Department, ma’am. I need to ask you a few questions, I’ll just be a minute.” He sat down and took out his pad. He loved to do that, it got them all defensive and pouty if they were guilty.
She winked, “Why certainly Mr. Harding, I’ve been expecting you.” She took off her glasses, and gave him her full attention. She laced her slender fingers together, and smiled valiantly.
“Miss Graves, I understand you and the deceased were having an affair.” Best to jump right on it, he thought. It might rattle her cage a little.
She blinked once, and gave him a brief glassy stare, then said quietly, “We went out on a few occasions, for business reasons. We never did anything… unprofessional, Detective Harding,” Cynthia pursed her crimson lips together, and waited for the next question.
“Yes of course, just following leads ma’am. Where did you work before you came here?”
“I was a fashion model for many years. You may have seen me in ladies undergarment catalogs?” An eyebrow arched conspiratorially.
“I thought you looked familiar. Why the change in careers?”
“Mr. Hargrove offered me… much more for my services.” Cynthia looked away briefly.
She’s covering something up. “I’m sorry to bother you about this Miss Graves, but could you mimeograph this for me. It’s a very important clue, and I need a copy of it for myself before I turn it in as evidence.” He fumbled around in his pockets, and pulled out a crumpled up laundry list.
Cynthia looked annoyed, but thought it wise to cooperate fully. She smiled and said, “Of course, Detective. I’ll just be a minute.” She took the useless paper, and stood up to leave.
Wow. Steve watched her walk away, his eyes followed the pendulous swing of her wide hips. Long sturdy legs made her perfect ass dance rhythmically up and down, as long spiked heels clicked away to distant white noise. He shook his head to clear the fog, and made himself stand up.
He went to her desk and started opening drawers. Bingo. Lipstick…red, yoink. And…ah ha, a matchbook, ‘The Dirty Thirty’ . Perfect. He heard her come back, and sat down quickly.
“Here you are Detective. I trust that is all you need?” Cynthia settled in her chair, and resumed her posture as before.
“That’s all for now, Miss Graves. Thank you very much for your time, I’ll keep in touch.” Steve stood, nodded politely and gave her his lopsided smile. He left her his card in case she had any questions, and left.
“Prints match, Steve.” The lab technician just finished comparing fingerprints, and called Detective Harding to tell him the news. “Another thing, the deceased prints are also on the matchbook you gave me.”
“That’s swell. Thanks Dave.” Steve hung up the phone, and picked up his coat and hat on the way out.
“Miss Graves, you are charged with the murder of Robert Hargrove. You have the right to remain silent…”
Cynthia Graves pale skin went a shade whiter, and nodded shallowly. She picked up her belongings, and allowed Detective Harding to take her arm, and drive her downtown.
Steve tried not looking back, but it was extremely difficult. She was quite captivating. Cynthia’s huge breasts swayed slightly with every bump and turn. Her flawless white face hid behind a light blue veil attached to her fashionable hat. Full red lips mumbled slightly, as her bright blue eyes followed the street activity. Long eyelashes batted back at him.
What’s she trying to pull? Steve asked himself.
He pulled to a stop and escorted her to the interrogation room. Cynthia was left alone under a bright light, while Harding went to get other officers to assist in the questioning.
Cynthia sat quietly on the stool, legs crossed and looking at her fingernails. She heard footsteps as several men walked into the room talking and smoking. This was the first any of them, besides Harding, had seen her and they all immediately quieted down when they saw her. She smiled politely, but didn’t get up.
“Miss Graves, may I call you Cynthia?” A slight nod and a tiny “yes” allowed the new face to continue. “My name is Detective Grant ma’am, I will be conducting this proceeding.”
Detective Grant was a large stony faced black man with a deep, gravelly voice. He worked hard to get where he was, and would beat anyone’s ass who tried to take it away from him. He took his job very seriously.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m sure.” She tried to shine, but her lucky stars grew dim.
“Cynthia, where were you on the night of March 3rd?”
“In my apartment, reading. I had Chinese food delivered at seven o’clock, and went to bed at ten o’clock, after my radio program was finished.” She looked satisfied with her answer.
“That’s not true, Cynthia. Your landlady said she saw you enter the building a little after nine.”
“Oh, yes. I forgot some dry cleaning. I had to pick it up.” Oh my god, how could I be cracking up this easily, Cynthia thought. Calm down, be cool. Smile, show a little leg…you’ll have them eating out of your hands as usual.
The men in the room gawked as Cynthia hiked her dress up slightly as she re-crossed her legs. Detective Grant was having none of it, he knew her game.
“Miss Graves. Please refrain from your present course of action, these men are trained police officers, not trained seals.” He took out several evidence bags and leveled a smouldering glare at her, “The fingerprints on this lipstick case match the ones on the baseball bat, and the color is the same as what’s on the body. Cynthia, it’s time you came clean.”
Cynthia slumped forward slightly, exhausted. She shook slightly, and heaved a deep sigh, resting her head in the palms of her hands.
“I thought he loved me,” she started off slowly. “Everyday he told me he was going to leave his wife. Deep down I knew he wouldn’t, but I always had hope.
“A few weeks into our… relationship, I became suspicious that he was cheating on me.” Her gaze sharpened to a point on the table, and her lips tightened when she almost whispered, “I could handle sharing him with his wife, but no one else.”
“Why the bat Cynthia?” His tone shifted to a soothing chant.
“I was hired for my expertise,” her eyebrows raised, trying to stretch her point. “He offered me more money than I ever earned as a model, on one condition.”
“What condition was that, Cynthia?”
She stopped before she went forward, this was getting difficult. “On the condition that I…let him make love to my ass. I had done it before, and I thought it was an fair enough deal. But I agreed before I saw…it.”
“Go on,” Grant’s voice rumbled softly.
“His cock was so huge, it scared me senseless. But he really was a gentle lover, and he took his time. It took a while, but I came to…love it.” She sniffled up tears into her laced handkerchief.
“The bat, please?”
“Yes, yes the bat, just a minute,” she sounded annoyed as she blew her nose lightly. “When I found out he not only had one more mistress besides me, but three others, I was furious. The time he took with me and the things he gave me, made me think he loved me.
“I went looking for him, and on the way I stumbled across a sporting goods store. I saw the bat in the window. I pressed my face to the cold glass, and marveled at it’s size. It reminded me of Robert so much, I bought it thinking I was just going to scare him with it.”
“Yes?” Grant crossed his arms.
“It was easy enough to get him to meet me in a lonely apartment, we did it all the time. I told him I wanted to do something different, he agreed. Then I showed him the bat, and he started to back pedal.
“I laughed at him, and said something to the effect of, ‘Oh, you can dish it out but you can’t take it. If you ever want my ass again, you’ll let me have your ass.’
“He understood grudgingly and got undressed, as I greased the bat up. I could tell it hurt him, but I didn’t really care. He hurt me in more ways than one, that pig!” She spat on the table, clearly still furious at her dead lover.
FLASH! We see Cynthia holding the bat in both hands like a cock. She kisses the top with sparkling red lips and says sweetly, “C’mon Bobby, don’t you want to feel how good you make me feel?”
“Cynthia, what about the gun?” Grant leaned forward, resting his big arms on the table in front of him.
“The gun was his, he always carried it in the breast pocket of his coat. When he turned around and bent down, I took it out and placed it near me when he wasn’t looking, just in case it got ugly. I wasn’t planning on killing him, I just wanted to protect myself in case he got violent,” she sounded very shaky, like the truth was fighting to get out.
“Robert was really getting into it, I was…shocked. As he reached his climax he started calling out ‘Francis, oh god Francis!’
“I was the one fucking him not his wife!” Cynthia pounded the table with an angry fist. “I saw red. I started really giving it to him hard, twisting and plunging it in and out with cold, furious vengeance. Then I remembered the gun.”
“Yes?” Grant said calmly. Every officer in the small room squirmed nervously in their chairs as she related her gruesome tale. Sympathetic pain? Or wondering uneasily if they themselves wouldn’t do anything this goddess asked of them.
“He loved it… until I shot him.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she showed true remorse over the horrible thing she had done.
A muscular, older man with grey hair stepped forward from the shadows, “Miss Graves, do you understand you are looking at life in prison for what you did? It’s curtains for you. A pretty girl like you won’t last a day in the slammer.” Captain Hertzke was terrorizing her on purpose, he had other plans for her.
The blood left her face and her lip trembled, “I understand that, I didn’t want to kill him, I just… I just,” Cynthia cried uncontrollably until the Captain spoke again.
“Miss Graves, please calm down,” Captain Hertzke looked back at the others in the room, and winked. “I’m prepared to offer you a deal, Cynthia.” She quieted down to listen.
“It seems that Mr. Hargrove posed a threat to several… operations for us. You actually did us a favor.”
She brightened visibly. “You mean, I can… go?” Cynthia whimpered.
There was a brief hush, before a roar of laughter erupted from the officers in the room. “Miss Graves, Miss Graves, I believe you misunderstood me. You still owe a debt to society,” he looked at Detective Harding, and nodded towards her. Steve walked up to her, and handed her a piece of paper.
“What’s this? ‘You are cordially invited to The Policeman’s Ball, tomorrow at 9:00 p.m.’ What does this mean?” She put the gold embossed invitation on the table in front of her.
Captain Hertzke rested his hands on the table and almost boomed, “It means, Miss Graves, that we are giving you an escape route, if you attend ‘The Ball’. It will be hard work, but you will be free.
“Of course we will keep an eye on you, and you’re not allowed to leave the city for a while, but you can go about your everyday business. Let us know what you decide.” He turned to leave the room, all the rest stood to follow him out.
“What do I need to do?” Cynthia asked slightly worried.
“All you have to do is show up, instructions will be given to you there. Be early.” They all left, leaving Cynthia feeling greatly relieved, but even more worried.
Cynthia was dressed to the nines by 9:00. Black spiked heels pushed her legs up into shapely wonders. Silk panty hose, and a tight midnight black dress followed every exaggerated curve of her voluptuous body.
The dress was backless, and cut low in front. She wore a pearl necklace and matching earrings, and a simple black hat with veil. Long white gloves came to her elbows. She sat in her car for hours before she went in. She noticed only men entering, then it hit her like a .38 slug. She was very glad she dressed like this.
“I’m going to get away with murder, and all I have to do is fuck a room full of men?” Cynthia spoke aloud in disbelief. Her beautiful red lips pulled back into an ironic smile.
During her modeling days, she had been on so many casting couches, and under every desk to get where she wanted to be. She used the weakness of men to her advantage, to become one of the highest paid models in the business. Now, it seemed only natural to her that men would trade her life for her pleasures.
This blond bombshell slept her way to the top of the modeling world, one designer at a time, ruthlessly. But for the amount of work she was doing, Cynthia still felt like she wasn’t getting paid enough. She left all men behind her weak and breathless, and even gave one old geezer a heart attack. Cynthia felt bad at the time, but not for long, she had bigger fish to fry.
Shortly after that, Robert Hargrove saw her on the runway, and charmed her into the back of his limousine. He offered her the best job ever. Company car, lots of money, flexible hours and a pleasant, good looking boss to take her to dinner every once and a while.
She grinned out of the corner of her mouth, “What’s in it for you?” Like she didn’t already know.
“Oh, from time to time there might be duties you may have to perform.” He caressed her soft alabaster shoulder.
“What, like sucking your cock?” She was a lady, but only when she had to be.
He was a little shocked, but kept going. He laughed a little then said, “Yes, like sucking my cock. And other things.” His caressing hand slid to her firm round buttocks.
Her left eyebrow raised as she looked him dead in the eye, “So, you’ll give me all that, and I just have to fuck you once in a while? Sounds too easy.”
“Not exactly once in a while. Once, maybe twice a day, and… I really want to fuck you in the ass.” He had an ass fetish for as long as he could remember, and it was driving him crazy that he couldn’t do it with his wife, or anyone else. He had to find someone, maybe if he bribed them with the perfect job…
Now it was her turn to be shocked. She had anal sex more times than she could count, and liked it very much, but could she handle it all the time? Then dollar signs, and beautiful dresses glittered like fountainous jewels before her eyes. Limousines, expensive restaurants…everything she deserved. She couldn’t pass this opportunity up.
“O.K., deal.” She held out her hand to seal the deal. He didn’t take it.
“This calls for something a little more appropriate don’t you think?” His strong, handsome face came closer to hers, his hand cradled her head slightly as they kissed. It wasn’t a long passionate kiss, just a brief interlude to satisfy the bargain.
She felt something tickle the back of her mind. He’s not telling me something, she thought. “Is there something else I should know?” Her tone told him he’d better be straight with her.
“Yes, I’m afraid there is.” He didn’t look afraid however, as his smile broadened to show all his white teeth. “Maybe it’s time you found out. Why don’t you come down here…good. And unzip… that’s right. Ahhh.”
As Cynthia knelt in front of him in the back of the moving limousine, she reached into his tuxedo and found… Oh my god, she gasped to herself. She hauled out the longest, fattest cock she had ever seen.
“I better get a penthouse apartment for this, understand?” She looked deadly serious as she held the monster up to her face. She loved big cocks, but not this big. Cynthia began to worry, but didn’t let it show. She decided to practice a while with her ass before she let him do it.
“Yes, yes, of course. But you will let me fuck your ass, right?” He sounded worried. So many deals like this fell though at the sight of his cock.
“Not tonight, next Monday. After I start my new job.” She had to admit, she was getting turned on holding him. She kissed the head as the streetlights outside illuminated the cab of the limo.
He could see everything. Her gorgeous face looking up at him, with his cock being sucked slowly into her painted mouth. He was looking forward to her employment.
Cynthia licked along the length and tongued his balls before she took a long, fluttering lick back up the underside of his long shaft. She smiled at him, and laughed at him huskily. Her red lips parted wide, as she flattened her tongue, and beat his cock against it with a wet clicking sound. Then she pursed her lips together to dribble spit on the head. With both hands she slicked his cock up with her spit, and really started sucking.
All Robert could do was watch through half shut eyes as she started devouring his cock. Cynthia’s head bobbed up and down on half of his cock. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get anymore in. So she made what she could get in feel so special, and stroked the rest with her strong, practiced hands rhythmically. It didn’t take long at this steady sucking pace to get Robert’s balls rumbling.
She felt his jism work its way past her stroking fingers, and removed her mouth. She closed her eyes, and laid her tongue underneath his soon to be erupting cock. A moment elapsed before she felt a hot rope of cum streak across her face, and land in her perfectly quaffed hair. Several more blasts followed before he stopped, filling her mouth completely and creating a warm blanket all over her face. She swallowed her mouthful and probed his hole for leftovers.
Her crystal blue eyes twinkled as globs of white goo clung to her long fluttering black eyelashes. Cynthia kissed the head before settling back to wipe her face with the handkerchief Robert handed her.
Robert couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous girl who’s face he’d just painted with his seed. I could do that all day long, he thought. He watched her lick her fingers clean after putting his handkerchief in the garbage bag, then helped her to her seat.
“That was wonderful, Cindy. Where can we take you?” He rolled the middle window down to talk to his driver, Herb.
“It’s Cynthia actually, and I live across town… after dinner.”
As Cynthia approached the appointed building, her heart raced, and butterflies settled in the pit of her stomach.
It seemed so easy earlier, can I really go through with this? Then she remembered Robert, Poor Robert, she almost cried. If she had the balls to kill a man, she concluded, she could certainly fuck the brains out of a bunch of cops. She turned the brass door knob with apprehension.
Cynthia summoned her catwalk cool at the last minute, and was rewarded with an hushed awe. All talking ceased as Cynthia opened the door. Nearly fifty men were wearing suits, and drinking. Some of the tuxedoed men were smoking funny smelling cigarettes.
This is what she loved about modeling, all eyes were on her. It all came back. She stood radiantly in the doorway, searching for the Captain. She saw him and walked her runway toward him. Long strides, head held high, arms hugging her hips in front, she turned all heads.
He pretended not to notice, and pulled it off masterfully. Captain Hertzke was talking to Detective Grant about horse racing, and was turned slightly away from her when she approached. Cynthia had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“Ah, Miss Graves. So happy to see you.” He reached into his pocket, and dug out a folded piece of paper. “Here are your instructions. Take your time in getting ready, and make sure you read it thoroughly. Fred, please escort her to the changing room.”
“Yes Captain. Come with me miss?” Fred Grant hooked arms with Cynthia, and led her to a bathroom.
“Thank you.” Cynthia said quietly as Grant closed the door behind him to rejoin the party. Let’s look at these instructions, shall we, Cynthia said to herself. My my, what have we here?
Instructions for the Ballee: All articles of clothing, except shoes, will be removed.
The Ballee will perform all sexual tasks with a smile and
“can-do” attitude.
The Ballee will not object to being called names, such as
“bitch, slut”, etc.
All Ballers will leave satisfied.
Hmm, sounds pretty straight forward. Just what I would expect from a bunch of pigs. Cynthia got undressed and checked herself in the mirror.
Outside the door, Captain Hertzke had the men in formation. His back was toward the bathroom door and was giving them a pep-talk.
“Gentlemen, we have ourselves a bona-fide murderer in our midst. Now through a stroke of luck, Miss Cynthia Graves killed a man that was marked for disposal anyway. Blame has been shifted to someone… more suitable to the crime.
“She is a cold-blooded killer boys, and should be treated as such. We all know what we are here to do, don’t we? If you’re not sure what you’re doing here, leave.
“No one? Good. Let’s give her everything we got boys, and make society proud.” He wanted to laugh at his crass comment, but the men cheered loudly at the close of his rousing oratory.
Cynthia opened the door to cheering. Wow, is that for me?! The widest smile broke from her face as she looked out over the small sea of faces. They’re all naked now, and who is this man with the golden ass in front of me? Cynthia waited to see.
Captain Hertzke noticed the men’s attention was no longer on him, but behind him. He turned around. Jesus Christ, what a knock out. Too bad she’s German.
When he was a younger Jew he went to a University in Greece. Because of his prominent Mediteranean features, he was overlooked by Nazi conspirators. Word was filtering down through letters from family, and the college information network about the treatment of Jews in occupied Europe.
Atrocities were whispered about in the halls, and young Stanley Hertzke was terrified, for himself and his family. If he survived this, he was going to do his part to get revenge.
And here it was, standing right in front of him. Blond hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and tall. He tried to hate her, but she was so beautiful. He must try harder. What is she looking at? He followed her eyes.
Cynthia was staring at the Captain’s cock. It looks as big as Robert’s cock…oh my, she thought. Before she knew what she was doing, she knelt before him and kissed it tenderly.
I thought I lost you. I’m sorry I left you for something so temporary as another woman, she looked up into the handsome, chiseled face of the older Captain. She felt his burning glare. She went back to kissing his cock.
“Fred! Please help Miss Graves to the rings,” Stanley called loudly.
Cynthia wondered if she had done something wrong when she was stood up, and walked away. The naked crowd parted like the Red Sea as she was led to rings hanging from the ceiling in the center of the gym. The men followed like a wave, and circled around the beautiful woman. Fred Grant waited with her for the Captain to approach from the outside. All the men were handed a shot- glass, and allowed the Captain to enter the loose congregation.
“Miss Graves,” said the Captain loudly so everyone could hear, “why are you here?”
Is he serious? “I killed my boyfriend,” Cynthia said quietly.
“Louder please, not everyone heard you.”
“I killed my boyfriend,” she spoke louder. He looked satisfied.
“The first honor goes to the man who made the arrest. Steve Harding.” The Captain almost sounded like a guest announcer on a game show. Everyone clapped and whistled loudly as Harding entered the circle.
“Steve, if you would stand here. Now reach up and grab the rings. Tony, lower the rings please! Miss Graves, you do know what you are here to do, don’t you?” The Captain looked her in the eyes as he helped her to her knees in front of Harding.
“I’m here to pay my debt to society, aren’t I?” She winked playfully, as she swam in the joy of impending freedom.
She’s not taking this seriously enough. She will when I’m through with her. The Captain nodded and said politely, “Smart girl, now show Steve how good of a job you do, then when you’re through,” his arm waved expansively, “everyone else gets the same. Understood?”
Cynthia nodded gravely as she switched her now lustful gaze up to Steve. “Detective Steve Harding,” she poured on the sparkling charm. “Are you a Private Dick as well?” She reached to gently grab his slab. It fit weightily in her hands, and was pulsing with hot blood.
“Not any more,” he looked around at the other men and laughed. He looked back down and was hard in seconds, as he watched this glamorous blond lightly stroke his cock. He had plenty of dames before, but none as drop dead gorgeous as her. Cynthia kissed the bloated head, then slid her saliva slick tongue over it. She fluttered and licked along the length and down to his balls.
Electric shocks raced from each contact of her soft, wet tongue on his throbbing cock. Steve watched her as she pressed her lips to the side, and slid up and down, humming like she were playing an harmonica.
She found his hairy balls, and tipped her head back to suck on each one gently. Several men gave voice to their lust. “Yeah baby, suck those nuts!”, and “Damn, what a slut,” and other such expletives were heard frequently as she licked back up to the head like a salivating animal.
Robert loved my blow jobs, Cynthia remembered. He told me I gave the best. Did he say that to all the girls? A sudden hatred flared as she bit the head tightly, and growled. A rousing cheer broke as all the men looked forward to their turn with raging erections.
Captain Hertzke approached quickly, and whispered in her ear, “Miss Graves could you hurry it along please. The men are getting anxious.” She nodded and turned toward the crowd. She arched her brow provocatively, and blew a kiss to the crowd before she became a pig of herself.
A few moments later, Cynthia was swallowing down the last few inches of Harding’s cock. When she got there, she ground her face into his pubic bone to get every last inch. She growled on the full length of his cock, as she swirled her tongue all around the shaft. She learned long ago how to contract her throat muscles, and was giving his cock the squeeze.
When she was comfortable with her technique, her sucking increased ten fold. Copious amounts of white, bubbly saliva appeared in the pubic hair around her mouth, as she gargled her throat muscles around his dick. The results were instantaneous.
Harding started fucking her gripping mouth up and down his spit slippery cock. Cynthia fucked back, and controlled his bucking hips with her slender white fingers. She threw her head to the base repeatedly as she continued her interior assault.
Harding’s cock expanded and shook wildly. Cynthia kept her mouth tight and opened her throat as she went down one last time. She didn’t even taste the hot buttery goo as it shot down her throat like a slug of whiskey. She sucked, and sucked on the spent dick until she was certain she got it all, then withdrew her mouth with a slight pop.
“Next!” Cynthia always wanted to say that.
Steve held onto the rings tightly as his knees gave out. Every man cheered, even the Captain and Grant, as they each looked forward to their turn at the killer.
The rookie who was supposed to be next, shot off prematurely, and found out why they were given shot glasses. He was still in shock as Cynthia took his full glass from him.
She saluted the officer, and lowered her lips over the warm, sticky glass. With her teeth locking around the rim and her lips creating a seal, she kicked her head back with a loud wet gulp. He watched as her pink tongue swirled around in the tiny glass, licking it clean.
There was a deafening roar as all the men crowded still closer to be next. They all got their turn, almost. Not every man made it to Cynthia’s mouth with a loaded pistol, but Cynthia took each shot with a smile, and swallowed its contents happily. She had never sucked so much cock before, or swallowed so much semen. She was starting to get full, and had to pee.
After she finished off the last man, Cynthia’s face was dripping with drool and excess cum. A tiny burp escaped her messy white lips. A pearly bubble formed, and popped before she asked politely, “Captain, may I go to the bathroom please?”.
“Yes Miss Graves, but hurry. Round two is about to start.” He gave her a cockeyed grin. He hadn’t spent his load, or gotten a blow job. He wanted to give everything he had to her ass.
After her ablutions, Cynthia cleaned the mess that clung to her chin, and refreshed her make- up. She was so glad she swallowed everything, and not gotten it in her hair.
The men had moved over to a pommel horse, and left a pathway for her to enter. She slinked towards the crowd in eager anticipation. The worst they could do is kill me, but they wouldn’t do that I’m sure, she told herself. I’m sure I’ll enjoy myself immensely. Her pussy started getting moist at the thought of the fucking she was going to get.
She stood in front of the pommel horse, and turned toward the men with a bright smile. “Thank’s boys, I needed to make room,” she patted her belly lightly as she spoke in a whorehouse drawl, like some Hollywood diva.
Captain Hertzke, clapped along with the men at her fine performance, and approached with Grant down the middle of the aisle. “Thank you Miss Graves. Lieutenant Grant, please apprehend the suspect,” the Captain said loudly.
Cynthia suspected this was an act too, and when Grant walked up with handcuffs, she turned around quietly and leaned against the pommel horse seductively. She placed her hands on her head and spread her long, shapely legs out. Her full hips created a top-heavy balance to the black spiked heels that were pressing into the gym mat.
Grant approached from the rear. All he had on was his belt with a baton swinging tightly on the side. I am gonna bust that white ass wide open, he consorted to an inner demon. He cuffed her hands and pulled out his baton to spread her legs wider. He put his club back and frisked her.
Cynthia’s pussy melted when she felt is long hot cock slide across her smooth ass cheeks. She felt his strong hands grope her tits purposefully, as they moved down to her ass and legs.
“She’s clean Chief.” Grant said with authority.
“Cuff her, Lieutenant.” Hertzke said with a sneer. He watched Grant remove the cuffs from his belt, and with a few fluid movements, Cynthia was securely restrained.
Grant looked at Hertzke for instructions. A slight nod told him everything he needed to know. “On the ground, now!” Grant barked. Cynthia dropped immediately. “Ass up!” Grant took out the baton again, and prodded her legs apart to the proper width. “Head down,” he placed the baton at her neck and pushed forward with gentle force.
Cynthia was a little uncomfortable. Her hands were behind her back, and she was laying on her more than ample breasts. Wait a second, that feels good…
Grant was holding a tub of dark orange grease. The Captain thought it would be proper justice if they used the same lubrication she used in the murder. They were all still wondering where she got it, and why not something else?
He had coated the end of his police baton with the grease and was searching for her asshole playfully. He loved the way she shivered when he brushed against her pink rose bloom. Her hips pushed back against the solid invader. Grant decided it was time for her to pay up.
Carefully but firmly, he pressed the flat tip against her backdoor. It slid in slightly, as her practiced muscles relaxed for it. Stronger force and a few twists later buried several more inches of baton securely in her ass.
Cynthia backed her ass up against the solid black invader. It’s so smooth and hard, ungh… not nearly the size I’m used to, but very ahhh… nice. Ooh, he’s being really rough…
“Yeah baby, club my ass into submission,” Cynthia sang with a cockeyed smile. The crowd was driven to near frenzy, as Fred stepped up his vigorous but careful thrusts.
“Lieutenant Grant, I believe the suspect is subdued.” Hertzke put his meaty hand on his friend’s shoulder. Watching Cynthia writhe under the pressure of the baton got Hertzke hot. He was going to have her first. “Step aside please, Fred.”
Cynthia looked up at the Captain with slight concern. He helped her up to her knees and guided her head to his long, hard cock.
Over a month of constant attention to a similarly sized cock turned Cynthia’s mouth into a highly skilled tool. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, Cynthia lowered her head and opened her painted lips to capture the circumcised head in her wet mouth. She spread her legs and sat back, as she craned her neck forward to swallow more of his fat cock.
In all his years, he has never had a more beautiful woman suck his cock with such vigor. Her head bobbed and wove like a speedster along it’s veiny length, as she slurped up her escaping spit. She wasn’t afraid of eye contact as she pierced his gaze with a consuming glare. Her red mouth stretched wider around the circumference of his throbbing cock when he brought his hands to the back of her head.
Cynthia’s throat opened wider as pressure was applied to the back of her head. I’m not gonna get it all like this, Cynthia thought in desperation. Time to show these pigs who’s boss. She got up carefully, and dexterously arranged herself to a low stoop.
Now for the twist… She spent long hours perfecting this technique on Robert. With the agility of a dancer she turned her body into the suck. With his cock spinning tightly in her throat, Cynthia turned tits up on his cock. It’s always a little uncomfortable… oh good he gets it.
Holy Fuck! Stanley never felt anything like that before. This can’t be comfortable, the Captain’s bronzed muscular arms reached around her waist, and pulled her up with a tiny kick supplied by Cynthia. He wrapped his arms below her bountiful ass, as her thighs wrapped around his head pressing her platinum blond bush in front of his face.
That’s better. Cynthia slid down the last few inches easily, as her throat stretched to capacity. Ooh, I didn’t think he was going to do that. Cynthia hummed like a V-12 on his long cock as he very expertly licked her pink slit.
The captain could not pass by her beautifully wet, delicious looking pussy. Her perfumed musky scent filled his nostrils as he pulled her long lips into his mouth with a strong suction. He pulled back and stretched them out until they left his lips with a wet smack. Stanley flicked her clit lightly, before he slid his long pink tongue into her hot tunnel. He was getting tired holding her up, and carefully sank to his knees.
Cynthia seemed to know what he was thinking, as she released her thighs from his head and allowed him to lay her down onto her back. That proved effective but intolerable, because her hands were still cuffed. Her wrists started to hurt.
Grant noticed her discomfort. He didn’t really want to hurt her, and thought it would be more pleasurable for both if her hands were free. He stepped forward with a key, and with a gentle nudge, turned her over slightly to unlock the cuffs.
Cynthia was going to thank him specially when it was his turn. Her thoughts returned to the Captain eagerly lapping at her delicious pussy. God damn he’s good at that. Robert wasn’t this good.
With his muscular hips in motion he was able to feed her his cock much deeper. Soon Cynthia was breathing the sweet fragrance of his pubic hair. She felt his heavy nuts on her nose as she reached her limit. The Captain lifted his body, and pulled her legs back behind his arms.
The Captain was in full control as he applied pressure to her hardened clit. He flicked her swollen accelerator pedal, and drove her around a tight curve. Her throat was humming his cock and asshole into a flaming riot of tingles and spasms. He didn’t want to stop, but if he kept going he was going to shoot.
He lifted himself off Cynthia, and wrenched his solid cock from her still clutching mouth. He stood up and offered Cynthia his paw of a hand. She took it like a lady and stood up gracefully. The Captain led her to the pommel horse, and instructed her to turn around and lean on it. Several men nudged each other as they realized what was going to happen next.
Cynthia also knew. She found herself getting wet with anticipation, as she spread her ass wide with both hands. Here it comes, she felt a strong, greasy finger enter her asshole. Even though she enjoyed it immensely, this part of anal love making always had her on pins and needles. She wanted it, but always seemed to forget how much she loved it the last time. Every time was different, especially with a big cock. And his cock is sooo big, Cynthia sighed.
She has the perfect ass, he thought as he admired her white globes. He snuggled his plum sized head against her loosely puckered pink hole and pressed firmly against it. Hertzke closed his eyes as he gently pushed deeper.
Cynthia’s face was unseen by the crowd. Had they seen it they would have seen a face torn between gut wrenching pain, and blinding pleasure. It always hurts in the beginning, just relax…good girl, and remember all the fun you had with Robert. That seemed to help her relax. He does seem to know what he’s doing…she bit her lip, he’s gentle, but just rough enough. Boy, he’s really starting to stuff it in now, she exhaled loudly as she held onto her ass with a squeal.
Hertzke held onto her hips as he buried his cock deeper into her ass. He started sweating as he breathed out through tight lips, and pressed onward forcefully. A few more inches…nice and slow. Worry about getting it in first, then let her have it, he thought.
Harding could hardly believe his eyes. The Chief’s cock is so big, but she’s taking it like a champ. Gees, she’s pushing back on it now. He couldn’t wait for his turn, but had to. He was sure her ass wouldn’t be the same after the Captain, but he didn’t care as long as he got his chance before everyone else.
Hertzke had built up a steady rhythm. He would pull out leaving his head in, then drive it home to his balls steadily. He could tell Cynthia was loving it because she told him so, loudly.
“Yeah, Fuck my ass! Yeah! Oh Fuck, pound it…shiiittt!” Cynthia wailed like a slutty siren as the Captain battered her backdoor mercilessly. Robert never did it like this before, she remebered. He was so sweet, he was always worried about hurting me. But the Captain…he doesn’t seem to care, and that’s…that’s…”Oh my God!” Cynthia screamed as the Chief picked up to a furious pace.
Take that killer, Stanley thought. He still believed she was getting off too easy for killing Robert Hargrove, and thought it his civic duty to carry out the sentence fully. Also he was never able to really fuck a woman in the ass the way he really wanted to…now that’s something, he slowed down to pull out.
Wait a second, what’s he doing, Cynthia thought briefly. She turned around to see the Chief whisper into Grant’s ear. Grant nodded and smiled, then got on the floor and laid on his back. The Captain stepped up to her and took her hand, then led her to Grant whose cock was rock steady from watching the Captain carry out the sentence.
Cynthia sensed what was about to happen. She started to panic, but knew she couldn’t stop now. She was so close to freedom, she could taste it. She stepped over the big black man, and sank to her knees, straddling his meaty baton. Cynthia reached between her legs and found his cock, and rubbed his cock on the opening of her wet pussy with a desperate urgency.
Fred felt her lips open wide, as she sank down on his length. Damn, she’s hot! And wet. Fuck! Fred couldn’t believe how tight her pussy was. He looked up at the gorgeous white woman grinding a slow rhythm on his cock. She smiled sweetly down at him, and sat back. He felt her hips swivel as he closed his eyes for a moment to regroup. A second later his eyes flew open as he felt her vagina clamp down like a wet vice.
“I thought you’d like that.” Cynthia laughed as she kept squeezing and grinding. She lay forward, pressing her huge tits into Grant’s chest. She knew what this posture would bring, and thought it best to get it over with. She looked into Grants deep brown eyes and asked quietly, “He’s going to fuck my ass again, isn’t he?”
Grant lifted his head up and looked past her shoulders at the Captain who was kneeling behind her. “Yeah, it looks like it.” He almost felt sorry for this charming lady, but knew she deserved that, and more. He watched her facial expression change from worry to a slight, lopsided smile as he felt pressure along the bottom of his cock.
She couldn’t believe she could take it this easily. Sure, she felt fuller than she’s ever felt, but every nerve was being ignited. Tingles and waves of electricity shocked her body as Hertzke and Grant coordinated their attack. One would pull out, as the other pushed in, creating a dual pleasure center in her loins. Cynthia was working towards the most extensive orgasm she’s ever felt, as both men fucked her steadily like twin pistons.
Grant watched Cynthia’s face closely, and could tell she was on the brink of an earth quaking climax. Her pussy was convulsing tightly, and with the Captain’s cock rubbing against his on the other side of the separating membrane, he wasn’t going to last long either.
Cynthia was screaming at both of them to fuck her harder. Fred couldn’t believe this girl, wasn’t she getting enough? Her eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was wide open as she took her punishment well.
“OH FUCK! I’M COMING!!! Cynthia shrieked as her orgasm swallowed her whole. It washed over her from head to toe, then back again. Her skin pimpled and blushed as she dug her nails into the mat, and finally collapsed onto Grant’s chest, exhausted.
Hertzke was working on his orgasm as well, just as Cynthia finished. He pulled out of her ass, and gently pushed her onto her back before he straddled her chest. The Captain fisted his cock rapidly, aiming it point blank at Cynthia’s face.
Cynthia opened her eyes and smiled. “Yeah, let me have it!” She shouted for all to hear, and was echoed by a series of grunts and cat calls. She opened her mouth wide, and laid her tongue out flat. Closing her eyes tightly, she didn’t have to wait long for the drenching to begin.
Fred was stroking his cock as well, waiting for the Captain to shoot first. Stanley planted his feet and threw his head back as his hot, white load exploded from his gun with rapid fire intensity. Grant watched the Captain blast Cynthia’s face, hair and mouth, leaving it a complete mess.
When she started scooping the stray cum into her mouth, he lost it. Grant furiously pumped six rounds onto Cynthia’s pearly face. She opened her mouth to catch the volley.
“Thank you Captain, Lieutenant.” She looked out at the incoming wave of eager faces. Cynthia whispered quietly to the Captain, “Can I take them one at a time, please? You guys really wore me out, and I can’t do that again, for a while at least.” Her eyes twinkled as she waited for a reprieve.
The Captain got what he wanted, as far as he was concerned justice was served. “Yes, Miss Graves, you may take them one at a time.” He looked up at the crowd, “Play by her rules now, boys.” He and Grant walked away to sit and watch the fireworks come to a climax.
Cynthia stood up, drips of sticky white justice swung broadly as she staggered to her feet. “Gentlemen! One at a time, no shoving. Pick a hole and stick to it. I don’t want any come in my pussy or ass, so…” she bent down to the bucket of brown grease and slathered it between her ample breasts.
“When you’re ready to come, fuck my tits,” she pressed them together and slid them against each other seductively. “Then fire-away,” she presented her face as the finished product. “Who’s first?”
Steve Harding stepped up quickly. “I’m first.” He sounded ready for a challenge from anyone else. Steve was more than ready since watching Grant and the Captain, and was itching for his chance. He helped Cynthia to the floor, and crawled between her voluptuous thighs. He wanted to kiss her beautiful face, but thought he would be teased by the men, so he got right to it.
Cynthia spread her legs, and cocked them back towards her. She thought she was finished, but was surprised to find out she was just starting. Cynthia could see the struggle in Harding’s eyes.
Pussy or ass? Harding decided, and poised his swollen cock head at the entrance of her loose backdoor, and hoped it was still lubricated. He easily pushed it in deep, and lay forward bringing Cynthia’s legs up over his shoulders.
Cynthia clawed Steve’s ass, pulling him in deeper until he found his rhythm, and humped her hips up against his powerful thrusts. She was surprised he didn’t last longer, when he pulled out and quickly straddled her chest and pressed her tits around his cock. A few frenzied thrusts later, several rounds of salty seed erupted between her mountains like a volcano. She felt some land in her hair and beyond, then drip down her neck and shoulders.
Steve was finished. He dismounted and invited the next man up to replace him. And so the train began, each man torn between pussy or ass. But the gang were so ready for it, none of them took more than a minute in either. Maybe less.
In just over an hour, the last man gave the final coating to the Justice Wax. Cynthia’s face was, from ear to ear, neck and hair, covered in a thick white ooze. Drops of warm cum dripped off of her neck and jaws, while her hair was matted and sopping.
Deciding it was time to end it, Cynthia suggested loudly, “That’s all folks!” The Captain and Grant approached to dismiss the men.
“As per usual, no one remarks on tonight’s festivities. Miss Cynthia Graves has paid her debt to society, and is now considered free to go.” Cynthia’s heart sang with a chorus of angels. “Dismissed gentlemen! Fred you can go too. I need to speak with Miss Graves for a moment.”
“Yes Chief.” Grant bent over to say goodbye to Cynthia. “If you ever need anything, let me know,” his smile big and bright.
“Thank you Detective Grant. I just might.” She smiled back in a messy bubble, but didn’t look at him because her eyes were sealed shut. She felt him leave the mat, and heard him enter the rowdy locker room. Then she felt a soft towel wipe her eyes dry. She opened them to a concerned look from the Captain.
“Are you o.k.? No internal injuries or anything?” The Captain finished wiping Cynthia’s face clean.
“No Captain, I feel wonderful.” She smiled like the sun, as she writhed into a joyus exhaltation.
When he was done wiping her down, he wrapped a fresh towel around her long, cum soaked blond hair. Then he helped her up with a galant flourish. They stood like shy children, wondering what to say next.
“Thank you so much for your enthusiasm this evening, Miss Graves,” the Captain only smiled like this when he was happy. But he still had doubts.
“Cynthia, please. It was my pleasure.” She gave him a killer wink.
“May I ask you a…personal question?”
“Sure, copper.”
“Where were your parents from?”
“Holland. Why?”
“Nothing,” he shook his head and smiled. “They have great Java at The Dirty Thirty, if you’re interested?” He took her arm with the debonair charm of a Mediterranean God, and escorted her to the locker room.
“I know. I could always get my car in the morning?” She offered with a seductive tilt to her chin.
Stanley felt her hot hand caress the length of his cock. If this works out, the only person that needs to tail her, is me. Their eyes burned for each other. He took her into his strong arms and pressed his chiseled face against her full naked lips in a passionate embrace. She cradled his head within her slender fingers, and kissed him deeply in a climactic orchestrated fade out.