AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
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The man was dosing at the rear of the house when a sweet young voice woke him. "Master, there's a car in the drive," she said. The man moved his head slightly to see the young girl in the doorway. She was dressed only in a pair of faded jeans; her young breasts were standing naked and proud.
"Put some clothes on and make some coffee, please," the man said smiling at her.
He exited the hammock as elegantly as possible, then walked around the side of the house to the front to greet his visitors. A newish saloon car had pulled up in front of the garage and as he reached his side gate two people were getting out. The driver, a tall well dressed middle-age man, raised a hand in greeting.
"Hi Alan," he said.
"Morning Inspector," the man replied. The second occupant of the vehicle was a pretty, smartly dressed woman in her mid to late twenties.
"This is D.S. Wells," the Inspector introduced her. The man nodded his head in welcome.
They sat at the patio table when the young girl brought the coffee out. She had just pulled on a skimpy T-shirt over her naked torso. While drinking the coffee they talked about this and that, then the Inspector spoke seriously for the first time.
"You've heard about our rapes I'm sure," he said.
"Yes," the man replied, "how many is it now?" he asked.
"Six, damn it, and it's getting worse," the Inspector said. "Each time he gets more violent. We're afraid he'll kill next time."
"So how can I help?" the man asked.
The Inspector opened his briefcase and removed a thin file from it and passed it across the table.
"Sir!" said the woman.
"Yes, thank you Sergeant, it's all right," said the Inspector.
"Sir, those are police files," she continued.
"Sergeant please wait for me in the car," the Inspector said more forcefully.
The woman looked at both men then got up and left without a backward glance. The man opened the file and started to read.
"In there are nine suspects. We're clutching at straws a bit calling them suspects, really. There are no forensic, just some vague descriptions... fair hair, average build and height," said the Inspector. "Can you help? The Super is on my back with this one."
"Leave it with me and I will look into it," the man said.
"Thanks," the Inspector said with feeling. "Sorry, I must go. Good to see you again, Alan. Pretty girl," the Inspector added, nodding towards the house.
The man waved him goodbye. Entering the house the man opened the file and started to read.
"Are you leaving?" the young girl asked looking sad. She had already stripped off her top again.
"Not for an hour or so," he said, throwing the file down and taking her in his arms. Her jeans were quickly removed and the man sat down and pulled her onto his lap. "I'm going to miss you, little one," the man said.
"Me too, Master," the young girl whispered. "Please Master, fuck me hard enough to last me till you return."
"Of course, little one."
The man's hard cock entered the young girl's wet pussy.
"Oh yes, Master," she cooed, "please harder, that's lovely."
The man pulled his now limp cock out of the beautiful teenage girl. "How was that?" he asked.
"That should last me a day or two," she smiled down at her master. "Hurry home, please," she added.
"Now go and pack me a small bag," he instructed.
"Yes Master," she said jumping off him and ran into the bedroom. The man watched her naked figure till she was out of sight.
"What's this all about, Sir," demanded the sergeant as the car sped along the road.
After a long pause the Inspector said, "Did you ever see the TV program called 'Cracker'?"
"Sure," she replied.
"Well, you've got this big ugly bloke, who can charm the knickers off a young and attractive D.S.," the Inspector looked across at his sergeant and smiled, "...and a confession out of a criminal."
"Yeah, but that's just TV, isn't it Sir?" she replied.
"That's right, in real life he's ten times better," the Inspector smiled at her again. "You wouldn't believe what that guy can do."
"Yeah right," she said disbelievingly, seeing in her mind's eye the plain looking man they had just left.
"Let me tell you a true story, Sergeant," the Inspector said. "We had just finished a murder inquiry... you remember the M1 body case? Alan had gotten a confession out of the killer. Well, we were in this pub celebrating, when some of the team was betting that Alan couldn't pull one of the girls in the pub... there had been these stories going around the station about this WPC. Anyway, Alan was not really interested but eventually, when the bets got silly, he finally agreed." The inspector paused to turn at a junction then, as he moved off again, he carried on. "The guys picked out one of girls at the bar. Not the most attractive there by any means, but nice anyway. Well, Alan gets up and walks over to her. He quickly cuts her out of the group she was with and off they go to the car park. Half an hour later he returns all smiles with her knickers."
"They were her knickers then," the sergeant said.
"That's what he said," replied the Inspector.
"And you believed him? Yeah right," she said disbelievingly.
"You had to be there," the Inspector added.
* * * *
This was the ninth address the man had parked his old Rover outside. He sat back, closed his eyes and pushed out his mind -- nothing. Nine out of nine were blank. No rapist among any of the names the Inspector had given him. The man was sure he would have felt the menace emanating from their sick minds. The man sat up and drove off. After a ten minute ride, he parked his car at the local police station.
"No good then?" the Inspector asked.
"No, none of them I'm afraid," the man answered.
"Shit, I got nothing," the Inspector said with feeling.
"I've got an idea if I can borrow your D.S. for awhile?" the man asked.
"Sure, if you think it would do any good," the Inspector said, then smiled, "Just make sure she's still wearing her knickers when she comes back, OK?"
"So, what are we doing?" the sergeant asked.
"It's hard to explain. Just drive around the area, shall we, and I'll see if I can feel anything, OK?" he replied.
"Oh great," she said looking sideways at him. "Another complete waste of time," the sergeant mumbled loudly enough so the man could hear.
The man just smiled, his mind already reaching out, searching for the evil that had committed these crimes.
"They weren't really her knickers, were they?" the sergeant asked. "Just a pair you had on you."
"What?" the man said confused.
"You know, in the pub after the M1 body case," she explained.
"Oh," he said, now understanding.
"Well, were they?" she pushed.
"Whatever you say," he smiled at her.
"Yeah, I thought so."
"Turn left here," he instructed, "picked up something nasty, but very weak."
"What?" she said, but did as he had instructed.
"Slow down," he added, after they had driven half a mile or so. "Slow down and stop over there, that's the house," the man said, pointing to a small terraced house.
"What?" she said again.
"Call it in, Sergeant. Let's see who lives there, shall we?" the man asked.
The sergeant looked at the man for a long second, then got on the radio to make the inquiry.
"A Mr. Phillip Standing, age 29. Got some form, G.B.H. Did four years, no history of sexual crimes though," the sergeant said when the report had come back from H.Q.
"That's our man," the man said. "Tell the Inspector and also tell him he's ready to strike again."
The sergeant looked at him again as if he was mad. "How do you know that?" she asked.
"I can feel it," the man said. "I can feel his evil," he added, as if that explained everything.
"Evil!" she said.
"Yes, it's hard to explain, just call it in," the man said lying back exhausted from his mental efforts.
* * * *
"How did it go?" the semi-naked young girl asked when the man entered his house after being away for a week.
"Good," he smiled at her, "and it's good to be home again."
She ran into his arms and she kissed him. She pulled him straight into the bedroom where they fell onto the bed.
"I missed you," she cooed, pulling him on top of her, her legs open to receive his hardening cock. "Please fuck me," she begged.
"Sure baby," he cooed. His cock entered her wet teenage pussy and thrust into her hard.
"Oh yes, harder please, hurt me with your cock," she shouted.
Their passion built and built till they climaxed together.
"Did you catch him?" she asked a few minutes later.
"Not my job, little one, I just point the finger," the man told her.
"Oh, so you pointed at someone then," she said.
"Sure did, now it's down to the police to catch him," the man said.
"Talking about pointing things at people, is there any chance of you pointing it at me again soon," she said with a giggle.
"You little slut," the man said with a smile. "Well, if you give me a little more time and perhaps some help, I just might."
With that she moved down his body till her hot mouth engulfed his semi-erect cock. Soon he was hard again and he pulled it out of her mouth with a plop.
"Oh lovely," she said, "put it in me again please."
"Sure, sweet thing," the man said. Her slim legs wrapped around him, holding him tight.
* * * *
"Master, they're here again," she said from the back door, undressed as normal.
"Thanks love," the man replied, getting up to greet his guests.
The Inspector was all smiles as he shook the man's hand. "We've got the bastard, thanks to you," the Inspector said. "Caught him in the act, didn't we Sergeant?"
The sergeant didn't look quite so happy. "Yes sir," she said, looking hard at the man.
"We had him staked out. Super wasn't too keen to spend the overtime, but I convinced him. Well yesterday we followed him into the woods. He beat the shit out of her before we could move in and stop him, but we got him. He couldn't run very fast with his trousers around his ankles, now could he?" the Inspector laughed. "Not funny really," he carried on. "Poor girl's in a bad way."
"So everyone's happy then?" the man asked.
"Oh yeah, the Super's ecstatic. I might even get a promotion out of this, you never know. Anyway, thanks again for your help." The Inspector got up to leave. "Must go, got things to do, you know, paperwork," the Inspector said with a smile.
"Sure, glad I could help," the man replied.
"Sir," said the sergeant, "I'd like to stay for awhile if you don't mind. I got a few questions I'd like the answers to."
"Okay Sergeant, ring in when you want picking up and I'll arrange a car for you," said the Inspector looking at his young D.S.
The Inspector drove away leaving the three of them alone.
"They were her knickers, weren't they?" asked the sergeant.
"Of course they were, don't usually carry a pair of ladies underwear with me, you know," the man replied with a smile.
"How do you do it?" she asked.
"Coffee anyone?" the young girl said holding out the coffee pot, dressed in just her faded jeans again.
"Please sweetheart," the man replied, "how about you Sergeant?"
"Yes please, oh," she said looking at the half-naked girl for the first time.
"Let's go inside," the man said after finishing his coffee, taking the sergeant's hand and leading her into the lounge. "It's very simple," the man said, "I just reach into their minds and tell them what I want, that's all. Just like I'm doing with you now," he said.
His hands reached up and started to unbutton the sergeant's blouse. Her arms hung loose at her sides, seemingly unable to stop him.
"What are you doing?" she managed to say, her blouse was now lying on the floor.
"Shush little one," the man said, reaching down to unzip her skirt.
The young girl sat down on the sofa watching her master strip this beautiful police officer. Her hands moved to gently fondle her own young body. She was aroused at the sight of her master making love to the naked girl on the floor, patiently waiting for her turn when her master would reach for her again.
THE END
