Chapter 3
Sue enrolled as per the department directive,. A full curriculum of courses. They wanted to be certain she caught this guy. They wanted to be sure her path crossed his and she had every opportunity to be his next victim.
Now it was victim number five. A girl named Marsha was taken from her room last night. She had dated a freshman named Sammy last night but Sue was sure Sammy had nothing to do with it. Not with an endearing name like Sammy and not him because he had brought her back to the dormitory afterwards. There were witnesses to that.
True, it was a first date with him. But one of the dorm girls remembers Marsha's drunken ramblings about how great Sammy was at making her come. He apparently had had a wonderful relationship with her. It could not have been Sammy. Whoever was responsible for these crimes was no doubt a perverted madman. Not a sweet boy like Sammy who could please a girl so much on a first date.
Still, she thought with a devilish grin, I might have to go on a first date with Sammy, just to check him out. Professionally, of course, she added smiling.
No, the other four had disappeared after dating blind dates they did not know. Boys who had gotten their number somehow and called them with whatever line they used and arranged a final date. Sue was sure the callers were the same. There was one girl besides Marsha who was definitely taken from her bed at night, that too after a "wonderful" blind date. But Sue did not know whether the fourth girl was taken after her date or after she returned home because no one saw her return and her bed was messed with come but she had a reputation for seeing several boys in one night and sleeping around.
But Sue had been doing a lot of asking around and she found out what the uniformed cops were not able to find out. All of the girls were rather whorish in their conduct. Most of the kids were reluctant to tell the cops that because they hated cops for one thing and they distrusted them for another. Distrusted them for sneaky police work, like using undercover people.
Sue kept her ears open and she was learning fast. Her best chance of catching this madman, or more correctly, being caught by him, was to act as whorishly as possible. She would start with that boy Sammy. He was as-likely a start as any of them, better than most of the other prospects because he was the last one to date the girl. Sue was to have a class with Sammy that night. She would try to go out with him afterward.
Here we go again, being sexually exploited. But she refused to think too much about that. That only made her bitter and resentful and then she couldn't do the best job she knew how to do. She would just think about the date tonight with Sammy, sweet Sammy who could please a girl so much on the first date.
And why not, she thought boldly. Why not enjoy part of the job. Why not let Sammy please her the way he had pleased Marsha. She would not even take along her portable radio. She wouldn't put it past those bastards at the department to have it rigged so that every sound they made was being recorded or transmitted even though she hadn't turned it on. That was like them. No wonder the kids hated them.
Sue had talked them out of using a body microphone on her in the event she did get taken and it was discovered on her. He would kill her for sure then, knowing she was a cop. She would have a better chance to live without it and besides, she'd have a better chance to find the others if she did not have it and was taken to them just as though she were an ordinary prisoner. Ordinary? Was there anything ordinary about this guy. Yes, she thought. That was a possibility. He might be as ordinary as, say, Sammy, for instance. Sammy, she smiled. What a cute name for a college freshman. Yes, she would look forward to dating Sammy and being pleased the way he had pleased Marsha.
Girls at the dorm said Marsha raved about his sexual prowess. Sue wanted part of that prowess right between her legs. Why should she let the job get her down. She would let it get her down her own way. Without the snooping eyes and ears of the department listening. She could just hear them in the locker room back in the stationhouse. "Hey, man, you wanna hear somethin' good? Listen to that new police woman get the shit screwed outta her when she was doin' undercover work. She don't know we got the tape, so don't let on you heard nothing."
Yes, that was like them. No thanks, she would do her under-the-covers work in private. She grinned at her own joke and closed her eyes and tried to picture the big hard-on Sammy was going to ram up inside her cunt.
Sammy sat at the back of the class in Professor Miller's class. Sue watched him as he entered and she hurried to occupy a seat next to him. He paid her no mind so she decided to speak out boldly, maybe even trampishly because he had been attracted to Marsha and Sue had heard that Marsha and all the other victims were trampish.
"I'm new at school here, kind of feeling my way around, know what I mean. You don't mind if I sit here, back of the room with you, do you?" she asked. She tried to make her voice light and careless and yet husky with a sexy confidential tone that would make Sammy an instant co-conspirator in her ploys.
Sammy smiled at her pretty face and nodded his approval.
"See, I'm starting late this year 'cause I got in this hassle with a guy I was living with so I ran off and decided to finish my education. Know what I mean? I mean fuck him if he thinks I'm going to just bang for him night after night and never have some fun for myself." Sue tried to pull it off but she was not certain whether she was going too far.
"My name is Sammy," he said simply with a nice smile. She liked his smile and hated to appeal to him the way she was. She would have liked him better if he was the type who was turned off by loud mouthed broads, as-she referred to girls who spoke the way she did.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Sue. How are you, Sammy?" Sue smiled sweetly for him and she hoped she was being charming. She hoped she was turning him on. She looked down between his legs to check for a bulge and when she looked up his eyes were on her. He was smiling. She smiled back and pretended to be embarrassed at being caught looking at his crotch.
"Just checking," she giggled girlishly. Yes, she was just checking all right. She wanted to have a good time tonight, if it was to be tonight that they were going out together. She wanted that big hard-on up inside her. But there had been no bulge in his pants. Well, she had not gotten to him yet. But she would. If not now, then, she would get to him later. And she did not care if he was small initially.
She had seen a young boy's pecker once when it was small and then seen it big and threatening to bust out of its skin.
So she didn't suffer under the popular misconception that a small cock when soft, means a small cock when erect. Man, he must have been something to have made Marsha rave on like that She no doubt has had lots of boys, being the tramp she was. And to have her rave over sweet Sammy must have been something to see. The whole scene must have been wild.
"Would you mind filling me in on some back work, in this class?" she asked him.
"I don't mind at all. But not in class. It's too distracting and I have my scholastic average to keep up. But if you're free right after class, maybe you and I could go somewhere for a drink." He had such clean white teeth when he smiled and Sue knew she was going to like him. She smiled her best for him and she knew her mouth was wide and sensuous and her teeth too were clean and bright and capable of turning on a man with just a smile. She tossed the hair sensuously out of her eyes and smiled at him and even managed a wink she was sure was not over doing it.
It seemed like forever before the class was over and they both got into his car and drove off the campus. It was dark and she was sure none of the undercover plain-clothed cops saw her get in his car. She kept looking behind her nervously but she did not think that they were being followed.
"Why do you keep looking behind you?" Sammy asked her suspiciously.
"Oh, for no reason, really," she answered. She had not been aware that it had been so obvious. "I just hate the thought of being followed. See, the guy I was living with used to follow me around all the time and try to catch me fucking around on him. You ain't got to worry about that 'cause we both split up and he's three hundred miles from here. But the habit stays with me. Looking over my shoulder and all that shit."
Sammy laughed. He seemed to be enjoying her company, she thought. All she had to do was keep up the trampy stuff, keep turning him on and he was sure to give her some of the same good loving he had given Marsha.
Sue wondered about that as they drove along. She wondered about what they had done, what he did that made him so special. He must have had a super dick or a super tongue. Or both. He must know how to treat a girl, too. How to make a girl beg for more and more and give them everything he has.
Damn, she wondered where Marsha was now, if she were alive or dead somewhere. Sue had no way of knowing the sad truth. She had no way of knowing that "sweet" Sammy had bound her in the crudest position he could think of at the time and left her all that day. Marsha still remained bound as she was while Sammy and Sue drove along looking for a tavern to stop at. Sammy hadn't given her a moment of relief, not a drop of water to wet her parched and tortured mouth.
Sammy stopped the car by the park. Sue was surprised but she didn't care where he fucked her as long as he did it soon. Her panties were already wet from the anticipation of the big event.
"I have a bottle of wine in the back seat," he told her. "Why not go into the park together and sit awhile and have a few drinks and talk things over."
"Sure, Sammy," Sue said. "I'd like that just fine."
He took her hand as they entered the park. Sue read the sign at the entrance. It said no one was allowed into the park after dark. That was fine. They would not be disturbed.
Sue could hardly wait. His hand felt so masterful that she melted and let her body relax and placed her trust completely in him. It was good to trust people again. As a cop she was trained not to trust anyone. She hated that. She hated the coldness of her job. That and the sexual exploitation.
She put the thought of Mr. Fairfax out of her mind. That old bastard was probably doing his handcuff number on some other unsuspecting girl. It was her own fault with the old fuck, she knew. She should never have trusted him. She should never have stayed late after everyone left and been alone with him. A girl is helpless when she leaves herself wide open like that. She is just asking for trouble and she has no one to blame but herself. Yes, the old fuck would have dragged her through all the courts and they would have ruled in his favor because they would all know that there was no one to blame but herself.
Sue was glad she could trust Sammy. After all, she knew what he was going to do. They both knew what he was going to do and they both wanted it and both of them would do the best they knew how to do to please the other. Sue enjoyed the idea of pleasing someone to the fullest. That was the way it should be. Not like what the old fuck had done to her, got his old horny rocks off and then left her there to pull herself back together while he watched and amused himself with his "conquest".
Sue would be no man's conquest ever again. She would take her enjoyment where she found it and she would take it on her own terms. It was a short, especially in police work, so she may as well enjoy it, she reasoned.
Sammy begun very nicely. The wine was good and he casually reached across and undid her blouse as they sat there talking and drinking. He was a little nervous, she noticed and he fumbled a lot but he got the job done. Sue wore no bra and so she merely sat there on the grass and let her naked titties feel the night breeze blow across them. That felt good and she wanted to be naked for him to see, for the night wind to blow, across all of her.
She wanted to take all of her clothes off but she waited for him. She knew it excited him to do it. She could tell by the way his hand shook. She would let him have his fun with her, any way it turned him on.
But he seemed in no hurry and that annoyed her terribly. She leaned over close to him and let her soft shoulder brush up against his shoulder. But he held the bottle and stared out at the lights at the far end of the park and and didn't seem to notice.
"The breeze feels great on my naked boobies," she said to him. "The rest of my body is getting jealous for the same treatment."
She didn't want to have to lower herself to have to ask to be stripped but maybe that was what turned him on too, she didn't know. If lowering herself did the trick, she would find new lows to which to stoop. Anything to be able to rave at the end of the evening the way Marsha had.
Sammy turned to her slowly. He smiled his white, sweet, pretty smile and he reached out to the rest of her clothes. He had her stripped in no time at all.
"Ah, that feels so good," she said. "But I want to see you too."
"You will," he said. "You will have plenty of time to see me. You will stare into darkness for hours on end and see my face before you. All in good time, my dear. All in good time."
He smiled so sweetly at her that she did not catch the double meaning of his words. She closed her eyes and lay back and he was at her throat, kissing her gently, wetly, tonguing her in random flicks that sent chills along her body.
His mouth was magic! She lay back and enjoyed the things he was doing, knowing all the time that she had promised herself that she would please him too, that she would give as much pleasure as she got. But she was helpless against the spell of his tongue. His tongue made a slave of her and she just lay back and let him do whatever he wished to her. He licked her entire body. There was not a spot he missed, from the top of her head, to the soles of her feet. She squirmed and writhed with the pleasure of his wet, lapping tongue.
He knew exactly how to do it, exactly how to use it to the utmost in pleasure-giving. He left her cunt for last. She was dying! She knew he was going to eat that last and it was killing her with the excitement of the wait.
He had just begun now on her ass-hole. First the ass-hole, then the cunt, that was what he had told her. And she let him talk to her like that. No one had ever done anything to her ass-hole and he came right out and announced that her ass-hole was going to be tongued and eaten and then her cunt was going to get the same treatment, only better.
She felt the wild sensation now as his tongue flicked across her brown spot. She lay on her chest with her ass high up to his face and she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks for him. Her ass-hole was wide open for him and he used that position now to his advantage. He let his tongue glide smoothly, wetly along her crack and over her hole. Then again, only this time he flicked out with his tongue as it passed and it caught her hole right where it was puckered and tense and he immediately made it relax. It opened out slowly as Sue relaxed and suddenly his tongue was up inside, just for a second as it made its pass again. It was in and out in a flash but Sue caught the full effect of it as the crazy sensations ran up inside her body.
When his' tongue came back this time, it did not pass by. It stayed at the brown hole and began a violent whipping that would have caused her to involuntarily tense except that he now had her hole so that it belonged in his power, where it was completely submissive to his tongue. It would not tense or do anything to hinder the actions of his tongue. It would just stay open for his touch.
Sue's cunt was dripping wet now. She felt her cunt juices run down her thighs as she stayed in the kneeling position with her face and breasts in the grass. She let the juices flow and did not try to block them because she knew it was all lubrication for the big dick she knew was sure to follow.
He had a masterful tongue. She could hardly wait for him to eat her cunt. She understood now what Marsha had raved about and yet Sammy had not even begun on her cunt. His tongue was at her ass-hole and he seemed in no hurry to leave it. He was scrubbing it clean with his tongue and making her cunt fluids flow at the same time. He tried to push his tongue up into the resisting brown dot and she relaxed and he was able to get it up part way. It was a wild new feeling for her and she did not want him to stop. She wanted him to somehow eat her cunt and ass-hole at the same time, it was so fucking great! But finally she couldn't take anymore. She pulled away from his tongue and turned over on her back. She spread her legs as wide as possible.
"Here! Here! Fuck me! Tongue me! Eat the shit out of my dripping cunt! Do everything to me! Anything and everything!"
His mouth went right down on her cunt. She was so wet she could feel the juices flow over her thighs as his tongue entered her cunt, right between the plump, juicy lips that guarded the precious pink inner lips that surrounded the little nub of hard clitoris.
His flickering tongue went directly to the clit and he whipped it savagely back and forth and she whipped her head and hair back and forth because she could not take the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. He knew exactly how to use his tongue on her. He pushed his whole mouth down on her cunt and sucked as hard as he could until he created a new deluge of cunt juices flowing.
And then his finger began at her ass-hole. He took up with his finger where his tongue had left off and she thrilled as she felt the long finger slowly enter and continue its way up inside her. Now she was alive with passion and she could not stop her hips from bobbing up and down. It was torture at her ass, but oh, such sweet torture! He moved his finger in and out, in and out in rapid strokes and she moved her hips to his thrusts and pulls. She felt her insides being poked and pulled and raped.
And she loved all of it. He had something at her cunt entrance now. She was not sure what it was but she suspected a dildo and she was scared. But again she relaxed for him and he pushed it up inside her wet cunt.
It was huge! My God! she thought. He'll tear me apart with it! But he did not tear her apart. Although the big dildo was tight up against her cunt walls, and although he worked it savagely in and out of her, she felt nothing but pleasure. Pleasure at her ass and pleasure at her cunt. Pleasure at her tortured clit too as he bit it now and held it between his teeth and flicked his tongue hard, back and forth across it.
She was in ecstasy! He was sucking and tonguing her clit and nipping it at the same time the huge dildo was slamming her cunt hole and the long thick finger was poking and pulling at her ass.
She was coming! God, she was coming! Up and up she rose on the soaring passion he poured into her! She was coming, reaching new heights of intensity, new areas of lust and pleasure she had never known existed. The passion consumed her and filled her and she could take no more. But he gave her more and she came again. Again. She came more times than she could keep track of.
He was marvelous! He did things to her no one else had ever done. He made her comes complete, total and all-consuming. What a wonderful man, she thought. What a gloriously wonderful man.
"Oh man, Sammy, I've never come like that before!" she told him breathiessly. "You've made me come several times, all at once and then one right after another."
Sammy smiled. He was happy for her, she thought. She saw no sinister intentions behind his smile.
"I want to make you come now, Sammy. Come like you've never come before. Any way you'd like it. Anything. Just tell me."
"I don't want to come, Sue," he said calmly. Sue did not understand and she showed her puzzlement with an enigmatic smile, then a frown. Had she done something to annoy him, she asked herself.
"What's wrong, Sammy," she asked.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just not in the mood. I have to be in the mood."
Sue reached out and touched his crotch. She felt the small cock inside his pants. He was small and soft and she knew either she had not done something he wanted her to do or she had done something to displease him. She couldn't figure it out. But she felt a sickening disappointment She wanted to please him. She wanted more than anything else to make him love her and want her always in his bed, always under him as he humped away at her.
"It's not your fault," he told her to reassure her meI've got a lot on my mind lately, or something like that and I can't seem to get it up. Just a temporary thing. It will all be back to normal in a day or so."
Sue reached inside his pants and felt the soft cock. She tried to fondle and massage it and even shake it a bit inside his pants. But it would not get hard. She felt awful for him.
"Soft off," she said. "Have you ever heard of a soft off, where a guy can come when it's soft?"
"Yes, I've heard of it. But it's not that common and it definitely will not work in my case. No sense even trying."
"But I want to try," she said. "I must give it a try."
"It won't do any good."
But Sue was already unbuckling his pants. She took down the zipper and began to pull at him and at his clothes until his pants were down to his ankles and he was lying flat on his back.
Sue let her hands run along his body in a steady gentle petting session. Her both hands were in constant motion. She was attempting to calm him, ease his body tensions before she began on his cock. He seemed to be calm and comfortable and Sue turned all her attention to his limp dick.
She picked it up between her thumb and forefinger and let it drop with a slapping popping sound to his abdomen. She picked it up again and fondled it gently between her fingers and her palm. She let it rest lightly in her palm and massaged it tenderly with one hand, working the fingers against it as it lay in her grip. It remained soft.
She tried shaking it. It stayed soft. She shook it violently but it was unresponsive. She held it as it lay across one hand and stroked it gently with the other as one strokes a small animal. It did not even stir. She tried talking to it. It looked dead.
Then she bent down and kissed its head. She took it in her mouth and sucked it as far into her throat as she could but it was not big enough to even make her gag. She let her tongue work at it, licking along the sides of it, flicking at it and whipping it along its underside. But all to no avail.
She stopped trying to arouse it with her mouth and held it again in her hand.
"It looks so thin. If it were only a little longer, you could whip me a little with it," she told him. As she spoke she felt a very slight stirring in her hand. Maybe, she thought, if I speak about pain, it might turn him on. She had read a lot about men who are turned on by pain.
"Yes," she continued. "It would be lovely to be whipped by your cock. It would slap hard against my skin and make me cringe. It might even leave long red welts on me. All over me. Over my naked ass and my wet cunt, everywhere!"
It was stirring now! Sue was delighted. It was actually filling out and beginning to look like a hard-on. She bent down to kiss it before she continued speaking.
"You can tie me up if you'd like. Spread eagled on the bed. Face up. Then you could really do a job on me with whips and things. I'd scream and cry out in pain but you wouldn't have to stop. You could keep beating me until I was unconscious. Until I was dead."
Sue stopped now, realizing what she was saying, realizing that this nice guy Sammy had been the last one to see Marsha before she disappeared. She felt a sudden fear run through her body. But the cock was now rock hard in her hands! She was scared but she was happy too, that she was able to get it hard for him. She just hoped he appreciated it by fucking her and not hurting her. But she knew she had turned him on to hurting her. She prayed he would know the difference between fantasy and reality.
"Can I tie your hands while I fuck you?" he asked her gently. Sue thought for a moment. His voice sounded so timid and shy. He was probably just fantasizing. He probably did not even have any rope.
"Sure, Sammy," she told him. "You can do anything to me you want. I'll be your slave."
"Thank you, Sue," he said as he pulled a short length of rope from his pocket. "I really want to thank you for getting me hard. You're a special girl. A very special girl."
Sue was shocked at the sight of the rope. But he was being gentle and he did say she was special. That made her feel good. She put out her two wrists to be bound. Sammy quickly tied her. He tied her tighter than she thought he would. Tighter than she wanted him to tie her. It hurt. She told him so.
"It's supposed to hurt. That's the whole idea," he answered. Now Sue was really frightened. Not by what he said so much, but by how he said it. The humbleness was gone from his voice. The thankfulness was gone. There was a cold hardness there. She had heard of prostitutes who try to avoid men like Sammy. They always get beat up badly, she remembered.
Sammy was smiling down at her now as she lay on her back in the grass. He was taking off the rest of his clothes and his cock was huge now. It was rock hard and it throbbed its victory over her face as she looked up at him.
She experienced a helpless feeling as she lay there. And pain as the ropes cut into her soft skin. But he was going . .o have her now. Now there was no way she could stop him. She only prayed that all he wanted to do was fuck her. She only prayed she was right in believing he had nothing to do with Marsha's disappearance.