Author: Bulgroz the Third Title: The Adjusters #16 - Connections Keywords: MF, mc Posted: May 4, 2011 Edited: May 4, 2011 The Adjusters #16 Connections Two days. For two days now, Jackson had been racking his brain trying to figure out what to do. "You want me to figure out a way to keep Daniel distracted?" he had asked Kevin, hoping that the fraternity president would reconsider and ask someone else, but no. "Heads will roll," had added the president. And Jackson had no doubt that his would be first on the chopping block. Keep Daniel distracted. Easier said than done. He sighed. He had had plenty of ideas in the past forty-eight hours, each more farfetched than the precedent. And then there were the ideas that were just plain cruel, and Jackson could not bring himself to even contemplate them in any seriousness, like vandalizing his home, or messing with the University Registrar's records, or wrecking his tuition payment plan. He could not do that to Daniel, whatever the president might unleash. The president. Kevin had seemed utterly freaked out over the weekend, rarely leaving his office, and looking over his shoulder like he was expecting to be side-tackled by a homicidal linebacker when he did. Jackson had an inkling that the fraternity president had some troubles of his own, beyond those that Biff had brought on his head. Jackson was sitting in an isolated bench bordering a green area by the football stadium, far enough from strolling passersby to afford some amount of privacy. He was waiting for Kyra, who was supposed to meet him there. Thinking about Kyra calmed him down almost immediately. She had been busy finishing a series of drawings for some project she was doing for a professor, and he had barely seen her. He sighed. He had been looking forward to spending some quality time with the lithe and feisty redhead who sucked cock like no one could. "Jackson. Fancy meeting you here." He turned slowly towards the voice to see Cindy walking up towards the bench, her too short skirt threatening as usual to reveal way too much of her charms. She always gave the impression of being a stereotypical perfect blonde, the kind that had become synonymous with ditzy in popular culture, but Jackson was starting to suspect that she was anything but. Sure, she giggled a lot and had an utterly care-free attitude to everything, but she was surprisingly sharp, and she had once let escape that she was majoring in economics with a minor in mathematics. Jackson could further attest that she was also great in the sack -- those shapely legs of her feeling wonderful when wrapped around your waist, clutching you tight as you drive yourself deep inside her. Jackson shook his head. "Hey Cindy -- what's up?" She sat next to him on the bench, and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek, one that lingered perhaps a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. She had always been friendly to him, but ever since that one night he spent with her two weeks earlier after activating her programming -- the only time he had spent with her, most of his attention having been focused on Kyra -- she had been a lot more flirty with him. Leaking, Bernie had called it. While the programming that the girls were subjected to affected their behavior only when they were in their trance state, some behavior modification leaked to the non-trance states. Bernie had explained that this was due to the equipment in the lab not being calibrated enough to achieve the level of precision required. As long as it translated to girls kissing him, Jackson did not mind such leakage. More generally, it meant that the programmed girls were nicer to the frat brothers even when they were not in a trance. The part of his mind that was not completely overwhelmed by the sight of Cindy crossing her legs and in doing so calling attention to the convergent lines of her thighs noted that he had not seen Bernie around these last few days. "What are you up to, hanging out all by your lonesome self?" asked Cindy. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to quite staring at her legs and look into her eyes. This only barely helped, since she had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and while they seemed large and innocent right now, he knew full well that with only one word -- one sentence -- he could open up vistas of depravity and lust, get her to debase herself joyfully, without censorship, embracing her inner pervert. And as was often the case, she looked like she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Nothing much. Waiting for Kyra, really." Cindy laughed delightedly. "And how's your darling girlfriend doing?" "She's not my girlfriend." "Right. Right. Of course not." Cindy smiled, then whistled the melody to "Jackson and Kyra sitting in a tree", which earned her a swat on the shoulder. "Stop it!" "Sorry," said Cindy, not sounding sorry at all. "But you looked all gloomy before I showed up. Hard to believe that you were thinking about Kyra with such a long face." "What? Oh. No, I was thinking about Daniel." "Of course. Awful, awful thing that happened to him. I can't believe that Biff would just take Jenn like that. And that she'd go along with it, and just drop Daniel. She seemed to love him so much." "Yeah." Jackson, who knew better, did not elaborate. "I was just trying to figure out a way to cheer him up. Especially since the word around the frat is that Biff and Jenn have taken off somewhere south for a while." "Really? That's crazy! Poor Daniel. He's going to be difficult to cheer up, that's for sure. He needs time. Time, and friends. I know. I know that real well." She looked in the distance, sadness in her eyes. Jackson looked at Cindy, the obvious question dying on his lips as an idea flashed in his mind. It was not a new idea, but with Cindy right there, he figured he just had to try. "Cindy," he said, his voice low, "I am your dick brother." Cindy's eyes flashed to the fraternity ring on his finger, and then looked up at him, an unmistakable glow of lust clearly visible. Jackson swallowed. "What is your wish, sir?" Her voice was silky smooth, a hint of playfulness shining through. She crossed her legs, the movement revealing even more mouth-watering thigh. Jackson longed to run a hand up that leg, knowing he would eventually reach a warm pussy that only asked to get touched, probably soaking wet already. He resisted the impulse. Fuck, he thought. Kyra, better have some extra stamina after this. Not that Kyra would mind if he had his way with the hot blonde, but at some level, he would. "Cindy, listen, you really like Daniel, right?" "Yes, I do." "I do too. He seems like a straight up guy." "He is. He's smart, kind, funny, he never loses his temper, and just a generally pleasant person. And he's hot." "You're completely right. And now that Jenn's gone, we have to make sure he's taken care of. I mean, he has friends, of course..." "Yes, Radhu and Serena -- they're close, all of them. Although Radhu I have not seen around for a while. And Serena --" "Serena's so busy with her job at the paper that she probably has no time to really spend with Daniel." Not to mention, he added internally, that she's busy getting fucked by half the frat, seeing how popular the statuesque black girl had become since the New Year. "He's all alone," added Cindy, edging closer to Jackson, her hand coming to rest on his leg. "That's so sad." "And he's just lost his girlfriend -- his fiancee -- and he's distraught. He needs comfort." It wasn't a question, Jackson made sure of that. "He's distraught. He needs comfort." Cindy repeated, with conviction. "Yes. And you should be the one to provide this comfort. You are the perfect person to do this. His friends are busy with their on lives, so it is your responsibility, because you are his friend. Because you love him." "I love him." "You love him. And now he's available. So he can be yours. All yours." "All mine." The way she said it, with hunger, made Jackson hesitate. She was too intense for a girl in a trance, as she often was. "That's right. All yours." "That's right. Hang out with him, support him, take care of him, console him, distract him, make yourself indispensable. Turn on your wily charms and ensnare him." "I'll ensnare him. Make him mine." "That's right. You'll make him yours. You'll make him forget his fiancee, make him fall in love with you, just like you're in love with him." "I'll make him love me, just like I love him." "Exactly." Jackson let out a deep breath. This was a crap shot of the most optimistic kind. He had no clue whether this would work, and he wished Bernie had not made himself scarce since the meeting with Kevin two days earlier so that he could have talked this over with him. While the girls looked like they were suggestible when they were in their trance -- and indeed, they would obey orders readily, even enthusiastically -- they actually were not. According to Bernie, there was no sure-fire way to put in suggestions that carried over to their non-trance state, beyond some unpredictable leakage. Which was too bad, Bernie had added, because you could do some pretty kinky things with posthypnotic suggestions, like having a girl start taking off her clothes under certain trigger conditions, or react in particular ways to what other people say and do. Cindy was silent, looking at him expectantly, and waiting for further instructions. Did he imagine it, that look of longing in her eyes, that look that suggested she'd be more than happy to flip over that short skirt she had on and welcome him inside, spreading her long legs wide? Between her long blonde hair, her blue eyes, her red generous lips, he felt a wave of lust sweep over him. Maybe just a few minutes of fun? Kyra. Think of Kyra. Think of the little redhead with pixie hair and a body to sin for. Think of her on her knees before you, looking up at you as she slurps your cock down, taking it deep, moaning in appreciation. Think of her dancing for you, giving you one of those lap dances that are illegal in most states of the Union. Think of her begging you, pleading for you to fuck her hard over and over again. Offering herself. All of her. To do with as you wished. Deep breath. That's it. Take care of this and you can go and fuck yourself senseless. "Okay, Cindy. You will close your eyes, and when you open them back up, you will be back to normal." Cindy looked disappointed, but she did as ordered, and closed her eyes. Jackson shuffled on the bench to put some distance between them, not knowing how the blonde would react if she woke up with her thigh pressing hard into his. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Cute idea, but it won't work," she said, shaking her head. "You're such a guy." "What?" "Me seducing Daniel. Won't work. It's too much, too soon. You need a much softer touch." Jackson was shocked. Was she still in a trance? Cindy looked at him with a little smile. "He needs a friend, not a lover. If I come on to him, he'll push me away and run. Trust me. But don't worry, I'll take care of it." "How do you...?" "How do I what?" "You're not supposed to..." "I'm not supposed to know what happens to me when you work your mojo on me?" Jackson did not know what to say to that, and could feel his face redden. "And now you're blushing! Jackson, you are such a dear. Yes, I do remember everything you tell me when you do whatever it is that you do, and yes, I know I'm not really supposed to remember -- I figured as much from talking to the other girls who seem to have no recollection of anything weird happening to them." She knew. Jackson was near panicking. She knew that she had been put in a sort of trance, and she remembered everything. And remembered everything that had happened to her on other occasions too. This was impossible, he could almost hear Bernie say in his quiet superior voice, since all the programming was embedded at a pre-conscious level, where supposedly even language was not formed, so there were no words attached to those ideas and notions, and therefore no way for the brain to process them except perhaps through dreams. Or something like that -- Jackson always phased out when Bernie went all technical on him. And here was Cindy, challenging the impossible. "You remember?" he asked, stumbling over the words. "You remember? Oh God! Why didn't you...?" She laughed. "Why didn't I what? Tell you before? Are you actually embarrassed? That's so cute!" "You're not... you're not upset?" "Why? Because you guys have used me over and over again for the last six months, ordering me around, treating me like a little fuck doll to do with as you pleased?" Jackson swallowed, unable to look at her. "Look, I don't know what you did, or how you did it, but I didn't say anything because I was enjoying myself. It was fun." Jackson looked up. "Fun?" He had not expected that. Cindy sighed. "Yes, fun. You wouldn't understand. Look, don't worry, your secret's safe with me. And as far as Daniel is concerned, I'll take care of him, all right? I do care about him. Tell me, though, how likely is Jenn to come back? You said she was gone." "Yeah, they're gone. Not sure where exactly. But I don't think they'll be back for a long while. Certainly if Kevin has his say. He wants Biff away from this place, and Jenn too." "That's what I thought. Okay." She paused for a second, thinking. Then she looked sad for a second. "I'll need to get rid of this then," she said, looking at her charms bracelet. After a beat, her face hardened, and she jerked on the chain, sending two of the charms flying into the grass. She handed Jackson the chain with the remaining charm. "Here. Daniel won't trust me as long as I wear this. And rightly so." Jackson was speechless, but accepted the bracelet. He could see the longing on her face, but did not understand it. His brain felt like it had stopped processing information, and was merely reacting to external stimuli. "Hey, what are you guys up to?" "Kyra!" Jackson jumped, looking like he had been caught with hand in the cookie jar. Cindy smiled. "Hi Sweetie -- I was just entertaining your boyfriend while he was waiting for you." She stood up and kissed Kyra on the cheek, her lips lingering for half a second on the skin of the redhead, who responded with a kiss of her own. Leakage, thought Jackson. He knew that the two girls had been enjoyed together by some of his brothers. "He's not my boyfriend," laughed Kyra. "Yeah, so I heard. You two are just spending all of your time together, hand in hand, sneaking kisses when no one's looking. Don't worry --" she winked exaggeratedly at Kyra, "-- your secret's safe with me." She turned her head towards Jackson, and winked again, this time more seriously, a little smile on her lips. "I'll see you later," she waved, heading down the way Kyra had come, a spring in her step. "What's she so happy about?" asked Kyra, dropping down next to Jackson and watching the blonde girl go. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest." "You know, if I were your girlfriend, I may just be a tiny bit jealous that you were spending time with a friendly and beautiful blonde." She was joking, but was there actually some worry in her voice? Jackson looked at Kyra silently for a few seconds, mesmerized by the redhead's sharp green eyes, thinking. Girlfriend. That way lay trouble, didn't it? After all, she was free to use by the other brothers in the fraternity. Granted, many of them had stayed away from her since they had been hanging out more and more together, but still. There could be no expectation of exclusiveness. On the other hand, what he felt was what he felt and there was no way around it -- he liked her, a lot. And it stung whenever someone took her and fucked her. "What?" she asked, amused. He ran his hand through her short red hair, and she leaned into the caress, closing her eyes, a grin on her lips. His hand trailed down the side of her face. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was around, and seeing no one, and blushing while she did it, she quickly caught his thumb between her lips and sucked it inside, in and out, slowly, her tongue swirling around delicately. "So what would you like?" she asked, her voice seductive, once he had slipped his finger out from between her lips. "What do you mean?" Kyra snuggled up beside him, pulled him against her, and, once again after looking around to make sure no one was looking, she kissed him, her lips parting as his tongue slipped inside. He ran his hands up side, touching her breasts through the tight sweater. He could feel her nipples harden under his fingers. "You know exactly what I mean," her voice low. "What would you like?" "What are you offering?" Kyra actually blushed. "Anything you want." She let out a deep breath. Jackson smiled. He had come to know her over the last weeks, and know her fantasies, which were not buried that deeply. She liked it when he told her what to do -- she liked it a lot. And she liked having her boundaries pushed almost as much as she dreaded it. The combination was heady. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Then it's easy. I want to fuck you and feel you come around me." She shivered. "Okay," she said even more softly than before, glancing at him from below shaded eyelids. "Your place or mine?" "How about right here?" Her eyes widened, her breath grew short. "No way! Someone could see!" He grinned, unzipping his pants. Kyra turned red, looking around wildly. "Jackson! Stop it! We'll get in trouble!" Jackson took her hand, brought it down to his groin, placed it over his hardening shaft. He continued whispering in her ear. "We won't get in trouble. But yes, someone could pass by. Can you imagine what they'd think if they saw you stuffing my dick in your mouth, or your pussy, or your ass. What would they think? I mean, besides 'look at that skank being pounded right there in the middle of campus,' and even 'it looks like she's really loving it?'" Kyra shivered again, closing her eyes. Her hand was pressing into Jackson's crotch, rubbing his cock through his pants slowly, almost without realizing it. Jackson knew he was pushing it, but he knew that at some level she enjoyed it, and it was certainly hot to see her so bothered. He whispered again. "And they'd be right, too. You are a skank. I bet you're wet just thinking about me ripping those pants off you and stuffing your panties in your mouth and taking you, right here, right now. And you know what happens to skanks that get wet so easily?" Kyra's hand pressed harder on his cock, now closing softly over the shaft still covered by his shorts. Without opening her eyes, her voice barely a whisper, she answered. "They get punished." Her breath was short. "That's right -- they get punished," whispered back Jackson. "They get to crawl on their hands and knees, begging not to be abused too hard, promising that they'll be good, that they'll be obedient, that they'll be docile. And then they get tied up, hands in their back, ankles up behind their thighs, a cock gag in their throat, a fat dildo up their ass, and then they get fucked, hard, like a piece of meat, with no regard to their pleasure, a fuck toy for their master's enjoyment." Kyra shivered noticeably, her hand grasping his cock. He could see her nipples trying to pierce through her thin sweater so hard they were. He toyed with the idea of playing with them, but expected Kyra to snap out of it. He knew he could use her trigger, but this was so much better, so much hotter, so much... truer. This was Kyra, the real Kyra, turned on by him, Jackson, and not by some proxy Jackson that existed only in her mind, or however the programming really worked. "Is that how you want to be punished, Kyra?" he whispered to her. "Yessss..." Eyes closed, she licked her lips, her hips jerking slowly, as if teased by an invisible cock. "Except I think you'd enjoy it too much -- not much of a punishment if you gets your rocks off is it?" Her hand was rubbing his cock still. "No, I think we'd need something else. How about I get Cindy to come along, and I fuck her right in front of you, while you're tied up and can't move or pleasure yourself, so all you can do is watch my dick plow inside her over and over again, wishing it was you?" Kyra groaned and shook as a tremor coursed through her body. Jackson eyed Cindy's charms bracelet on the table, thinking that there was a fat chance now that Cindy could possibly join them in a threesome. But Kyra did not know that -- or even cared, at this point. "Pleaaaaseeee...." she moaned. "Please what? Please do it, or please don't? You know what? After I fuck Cindy's little blonde twat -- after I've made her come over and over again while you're lying out tied up and unable to move -- I think I'll get her to squat over your pretty little face and -- after taking off your cock gag, of course, perhaps shoving it in your drooling pussy -- force you to clean her out. I'd love to see you with your tongue between Cindy's legs, your head trapped by her thighs, your nose up her butt, licking away, sucking, drinking my cum, your hips jerking up begging to be touched, rubbed, pinched, begging to have the hard dildos in your holes replaced by warm flesh, and you know it won't happen because I'm going to keep you tied up and unsatisfied the whole night until you offer to do the filthiest things if I'd only let you get off." Kyra was shaking, her eyes still closed, her hand squeezing and kneading his cock. Jackson wanted her, knew she wanted him. This was as far as they had ever gone in public playing the submission games that Kyra seemed to enjoy so much. Quietly, and after another look around to see that no one was there, he brought his hands down to his pants and pulled down his short, letting his cock out. Kyra froze when she felt his naked shaft in her hand, and that seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she was in. She opened her eyes, pulled away from him, her face red. "Jackson! You're shameless! I'm not doing this here!" She pulled her hand away, smoothed out her sweater nervously, and made to stand up. She hesitated. "We can... we can continue this at my place? Maybe?" she asked in a low voice, blushing furiously. Jackson grinned. "That'd be great." Kyra had a little smile, and took Jackson's hand. "Kyra, I am your dick brother." Kyra's eyes flashed to the fraternity ring on Jackson's finger, then glassed over for a few seconds. She remained silent, her eyes trained down. Jackson was all up for continuing this at her place, but he needed release, now, and he knew that in her heart of hearts, she enjoyed this. He grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his lap, plunging his cock into her eager mouth. * * * The morning call took Daniel by surprise. The New Alexandria police department, asking him to please drop by in the afternoon, that they wanted to talk to him about the Jenn case, and to bring the information he claimed he had. Daniel had almost given up by that point in time. He gathered up all the data he had accumulated about Jenn's disappearance, from the DVD that Biff had sent him -- which Daniel hesitated to include given what it showed -- to the report that Pritznic produced of his search and surveillance of Biff and Jenn the previous week. He included what information he had about the events at the NADA party at the end of the previous semester, and a summary of his participation in the investigation into Marjorie the previous semester, highlighting that the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity was a common thread through all of those events. He was still missing Serena's notes from her investigation of Marjorie's behavior and disappearance. He called her, left a message on her voicemail, and was pleasantly surprised when she got back to him within half an hour. She was so difficult to reach these days. She was okay with meeting him early afternoon and hand over whatever information she had. At the agreed time, he found her sitting at a table at the Darnell Cafe in the middle of campus, talking with Cindy. Serena waved him over. "Hi Ser," he said, leaning down to kiss his friend, "thanks for meeting me." He looked at Cindy. "Hey Cin. I didn't know you two hung out." "She was here when I got here and since I remembered her from here last week, figured I'd say hi." "And then we just got to talking," continued Cindy. "You've talked about her before, Dan, but you never quite conveyed just how amazing she was! Did you know she won a prize for best investigative piece in a high-school newspaper four years ago? I remember reading those series of article about bacteria in the company responsible for providing food to all those school cafs, because that's exactly the one we had. I even based my senior science project on those bacteria!" Daniel nodded, meanwhile thinking back, and realizing that Serena must have been talking about the time last week when Serena and he met Cindy and Jackson and his -- what? friend? girlfriend? -- the day where Jenn disappeared. He must have made a face, because Serena looked at him with a concerned expression. "What's wrong?" Daniel shook his head. "Nothing. Just... nothing." The past week had been rough, and that he felt at odds with Serena did not help any. It went beyond the exchange they had a week ago, when he grabbed the bracelet off her wrist and she kicked him. They had met during the week, a few times, and mended fences. But there was a distance, he could feel it, and he did not know where it came from. The bracelet. He looked at Serena's wrist, and saw a charms bracelet just like the one he had taken from her. Her eyes followed his, and narrowed, challenging him to say anything. He did not. He did not have the energy. And besides, he needed her. Instead, he pointed to the file folder held closed with an elastic that sat on the table between the two girls. "Your notes?" Serena nodded, giving him the folder. "Yup. A copy of everything I gathered last semester. It's not a lot, and I don't think it'll help you much, but it's yours." "Thanks Serena. I appreciate it. Sorry for being a pain lately." She looked at him for a second before her expression softened. "Don't worry about it. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. I know we've been tense lately, but I'm here for you, you know that, right?" She reached with a hand and squeezed one of his. He smiled back. "I do know it. It's just been a rotten week, that's all." He added the folder Serena had given him to the large folder that he was already carrying. "What's that?" she asked. "All the stuff we've accumulated on Delta Iota Kappa, between Marjorie last year and the stuff with Biff from the PI I hired. Everything that pertains, as far as I can tell, to Jenn's abduction. The police called me this morning -- they want to see what I have. Maybe they're starting to believe me." "The police. You sure that's a good idea? I mean, there isn't that much to go on, and you know how helpful they were last semester." "What choice do I have? I mean, I don't know what to do. The PI thing didn't pan out, and beside he doesn't want to continue. And I don't buy that Jenn left with Biff of her own volition. I just don't buy it. She was made to say that. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I'll figure it out. And it's got something to do with Marjorie. I'm sure of it." Serena looked pained. "Daniel, I told you. Marjorie had some kind of nervous breakdown, and she's recovering now. There was no conspiracy. Just a prostitution ring gone wrong, that Marjorie got involved in for whatever reason. I can't believe you listen to the kind of drivel that Radhu's been spouting --" "And I can't believe you buy this whole Marjorie-had-a-nervous-breakdown crap!" "-- and Jenn may just have had cold feet. It doesn't excuse what she did, far from it, but until you see her again -- and you will, the girl really loves you -- you'll drive yourself crazy jumping from conclusion to conclusion." Daniel took a deep breath. He did not want to have this argument again, not right now. "Serena, I don't want to fight again. Look, I know those frat boys are your new best pals now -- don't argue, you've been seen hanging out with them a lot these past few weeks -- but you were all over them last year when they got Marjorie. So fine, now you can't be bothered to ask them any questions, even though we know Biff's involved, and at least another guy -- this Bernie guy. But that doesn't mean I won't keep looking for the truth. Thanks for the info you brought. I'll catch you later. Bye Cindy." He left, without looking back. He was already on the path towards the end of Campus that led downtown when he heard Cindy calling up to him. "Dan, wait up!" He turned to her, still upset. She raised her hands in a peace gesture, and skipped up to him. She had on her cutest face. "Don't shoot. I'm unharmed." "Cin, please let it go. I'm in no mood to argue anymore. It really hasn't been a good week." "I know, I know. Look, Dan, I'm on your side." Daniel merely grunted at that. She scooted up to him and put her arm under his and started to walk, prodding him along. "I am. And you have to forgive Serena. She's completely overwhelmed these days -- between her articles that are due and her coursework and a bit of boy troubles, she's barely got enough energy to keep her head above water. I've been talking to her for the last half hour -- well, really, she's been talking for the last hour, telling me all about it." Daniel remained silent. "She's very nice. And she cares about you a lot. And you know it." Daniel made a face, but again said nothing. "Come on, you know it. I'm sorry on her behalf for being abrasive, but I'm sure she'll come around and tell you that herself when she's more herself. In the meantime, hey, I'm here." She made a gesture, pointing to herself, a large smile on her face. Daniel shook his head, but had to fight off a smile. For which he almost immediately felt guilty. This was Cindy, the girl that Jenn had always teased him had a crush on him. This was wrong. Cindy noticed his discomfort, and misunderstood it. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't making light of the situation. It must be hard. I'm so sorry." She squeezed his arm. He nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "I do have some news for you though," she added softly. "I spoke to Jackson a few days ago, and he told me that the rumor was that Biff had skipped town, and by all accounts he had a girl with Jenn's description accompanying him. Something about leaving for somewhere warm." Daniel stared at her for several seconds, absorbing the blow. He did not know whether to believe her, or Jackson, or the rumor itself. He guessed it made sense -- for Biff to take off. He stopped, looked at the file folder he was carrying. It suddenly felt pointless. If Biff was gone, and Jenn with him, then what could he do? Suddenly, everything seemed hopeless. "I'm sorry," continued Cindy, "but I didn't know how to tell you. And I figured it'd be nicer if it came from someone you knew. Look, how about I go down to the station with you. Keep you company, provide some support, you know. Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you need it." Daniel glanced at her, trying to read through and see what game she was playing, but saw nothing but wide-eyed innocence, and what looked like a genuine desire to help. He sighed. He could not trust her. His eyes glanced down to her wrist, and he was surprised not to see what he was expecting to see. "Cin -- your bracelet? What happened to it?" She shrugged, the movement sending her ponytail aflutter. "I've given it back. After everything that happened, after what Biff's done, and seeing how much it upset you, well, it didn't feel right. It was fun while it lasted, but no more." Daniel appraised her, unsure what to think. But he was glad to have someone around, as he had been feeling increasingly alone in the past ten days. "You are an odd one, Miss Caprese." "So I've been told. Shall we go?" "Please." Cindy smiled wide, and grabbed his arm. "By the way," Cindy said as they made their way down the path, "I heard you might need a hand with your senior project?" "Who told you that?" "Serena." "Just how much did you two talk before I showed up exactly?" "Enough. So what's it about, the project?" "I was thinking of a research project investigating electorate manipulation through mediatic, linguistic, and auto-suggestion techniques..." "In other words, mind control for political purposes?" Daniel almost blushed. "I guess, yes. I mean --" "No need to apologize for it. You're not only completing your requirement for graduation, but also taking advantage of the opportunity to research techniques that you think may have been used on Jenn. That's smart." Daniel looked at Cindy in surprise. "Huh... thanks." "So what do you need?" "Well, I'm not too up on the cognitive and psychological side of things. Not really my forte." "Ah. I think I can help you with that. I know some about psychology -- I took a few courses a couple of years ago." "I thought your major was economics?" "It is. Can't a girl have hobbies?" Daniel shook his head. "Well, thank you -- I'd appreciate the help, frankly." "Cool. And in return, maybe I can pick your brain about the socio-political implications of the events leading up to the Bosnian war? It's for a paper on the economy of Eastern Block in the last quarter of the twentieth century." "Huh... sure." "Then it's settled... partner." And once again Daniel could do nothing more than shake his head upon seeing the large smile illuminating Cindy's face. * * * The police station was a small building nestled between taller buildings at the edge of the Darnell Ghetto and the city proper. The New Alexandria police usually delegated its duty to the Darnell campus police for matters having to do with University business, but took care of the more violent and clearly criminal cases. The station was quiet when Daniel and Cindy showed up, with only a few people brought in for disorderly conduct crowding the small reception. Daniel approached the officer on duty at the reception desk. "Good afternoon, officer. I'm here to see the Police Chief Roberts." The officer looked utterly bored, barely glancing at Daniel. "And why would you think Chief Roberts wants to see you?" He noticed Cindy then, and his interest perked up noticeably. His eyes zeroed in on her legs, exposed as usual by the short skirt she was wearing. She barely seemed to notice -- Daniel reflected that she was probably used to that reaction from men -- but it bothered him. "If you'd be so kind to stop ogling my friend here, perhaps you could do your job, you know, for a second?" The officer turned to him, annoyed. "Look, kid --" "Don't kid me. Isn't it your job to help us constituents? You know, to serve and protect, that sort of thing?" The officer must have sensed Daniel's rising anger because his eyes narrowed and he pushed his chair back to give himself some room to maneuver if it came to that. His voice took on a cold polite tone. "Sir, I will ask you to please collect yourself." "Is there a problem here?" A deep voice from behind the officer. Daniel and Cindy looked up at the newcomer. The officer replied, his eyes never leaving Daniel. "No problem, Chief. This young man said he wanted to see you, but was starting to get a bit heated under the collar." "I see," said the police chief, a sturdy man of about fifty, hair already graying, dressed in a cheap suit, but holding himself with the unmistakable bearing of cops the world over. "You must be Daniel Malcolm." "I am, sir." "Very well. Let them through, Holloway." He looked at Cindy. "And you are...?" "Cindy Caprese, sir," replied the blonde. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Caprese. Please follow me. We'll be more comfortable to discuss this business in my office." He gestured to Daniel and Cindy, pointing down a hallway. They followed his prompt, under the frowning look of Officer Holloway who had initially greeted them. The chief's office was not large, but held an impressive amount of memorabilia testifying to a long service to the police force. "Go ahead, son. Talk to me," said the chief, sitting in his chair behind his desk. "Well, sir, my fiancee went missing more than a week ago. And her disappearance has something to do with a guy called Biff Cuskers, from the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, who's not been seen since." Then, taking a deep breath, and forcing himself to remain calm lest he sounded like a lunatic, Daniel recounted the events connecting the disappearance of Marjorie Duquesne the previous semester, her resurfacing at the Spirited Flesh, a strip club in the Darnell Ghetto, and at the New American Deal Association party, her Delta Iota Kappa silver charms bracelet, that same bracelet appearing on his fiance's wrist before her disappearance, the threats from Biff the previous semester. The chief listened attentively, his fingers steepled in front of his face. When Daniel was done, he took a few seconds to respond. "Let me get that last part straight," he said. "You believe that those girls -- your fiancee, this Marjorie -- were forced to act in uncharacteristic ways, against their will? And that the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity is involved. I'm sorry to say, that sounds..." Daniel sighed in frustration. "I know how it sounds. Hell, I said exactly what you're saying now last year. But with Jenn's behavior, and what happened at the NADA party, there's something fishy going on." "I remember the NADA investigation a couple of months ago. A prostitution ring, led by some high officers of the association. That Duquesne girl was one of the girls they had turning tricks." "I think the prostitution ring was just a front, sir. A red herring." "Mmm," said the chief. "And this is the evidence you have?" He extended a hand towards Daniel, who hesitated before yielding the folder he had been carrying. "Yes, sir. This is the research that Serena Banks accumulated last year when investigating Marjorie's disappearance. As well as more recent research about my fiancee, including a report from a private investigator I hired to tail Biff." The chief nodded, thumbing through the accumulated material. Daniel fell silent. He looked at Cindy, who smiled encouragingly and squeezed his arm. After a minute or two, the chief closed the folder and nodded once, vigorously. "Well, son, I'll have to think about this. Now, you should know that your fiancee, Jennifer Hansen, stopped by the station yesterday, to dismiss the notion that she had been abducted, and was held against her will. I talked to the young lady myself, and she seemed perfectly pleasant and of sane mind. And she was alone. She said that you would be looking for her, but for personal reasons did not want to see you or talk to you. She said she was taking a leave of absence from the University." The chief looked at Daniel, clearly waiting for a reaction. There was none. Daniel kept himself under tight control, despite the shock of what the chief had just told him. He nodded, acknowledging the information. All things considered, this was not at all surprising. If Biff had Jenn so much under his thumb that he could get her to record that DVD, then it must have been a simple matter to convince her to come and talk to the police. Although why Jenn had not taken advantage of the opportunity to tell the chief what was going was disturbing. "Well, Mister Malcolm, I'll pass down your information to the appropriate detective. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.." The chief stood, and Daniel and Cindy followed suit. They shook hands, and the chief guided Daniel and Cindy to the door. As they left, Daniel heard the chief tell Officer Holloway -- "Get me Gonzales." He wondered if that was the detective that would be put on the case. * * * Casually sitting in a seat in the corner of the police station reception, the raven-haired woman with the leather duster followed Daniel and Cindy with her eyes as they walked out of the station. There was no expression on her face, even as she took in the short blonde's graceful legs and the short skirt that did little more than attract every pair of eyes to the rear end it covered. She turned to stare at Officer Holloway, who was watching her watch the young couple leave the station. After ten seconds, the policeman finally looked down, flustered. The raven-haired woman permitted herself a tiny smile before standing up and exiting the station. She had seen the young man, Daniel Malcolm, enter with a file folder, and leave without it. He had to have left it with the police chief. She would return later tonight, and have a look at it. * * * Police chief Roberts sat back in his office chair, and sighed, a deep weary sigh. He picked up the folder that the young man Malcolm had given him, and thumbed through it again. This was bound to happen, he thought. Those kids went too far. This is going to get messy. He shook his head, dropping the papers on the desk. And that girl Marjorie, again. He had been told that she would not be an issue anymore, after the lengths he had had to go through at the end of last year to make sure her behavior was not investigated too deeply. But here she was, making his life miserable once more. What the fuck were those kids doing up there? He could feel his ulcer threaten to flare up. Pulling a small key attached by a chain to his trousers from his pocket, he unlocked the drawer of his desk and tossed in the folder, cursing under his breath. Just as he pulled out a ring from that same drawer, there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" The door opened and officer Sonya Gonzales stepped inside. "You wanted to see me, Chief?" "Gonzales. Sit down." Looking momentarily worried, officer Gonzales made her way to the police chief's desk. Roberts considered her a moment. The daughter of an old friend on the force -- killed in the line of duty almost fifteen years ago -- he had not only seen her grow up to follow in her father's footsteps, but he had also seen her grow into a beautiful young woman, with her long dark hair held up in a bun, and delicate latina features. She looked fragile, thin and leggy, until she full-nelsoned you to the ground and had you beg for mercy. "Problem, Chief?" "You might say that. Bunch of kids came in to bring me a heartburn." "Sorry to hear that, Chief. Anything I can do to help?" "Actually, there is." He put on the ring he had pulled out of the drawer. "Sonya," he said, looking straight at her, "I am your dick brother." Officer Gonzales' eyes glanced at the ring before looking up. "Vivo para servir." The way she said that never failed to make Roberts shiver. He had lusted over this young woman ever since she had developed those fantastic curves of hers. He had resigned himself to fantasizing despite his hard wishes that she may fall madly in love with his strong father figure role in her life, until Kevin Cusker had approached him with an offer he could not refuse. "Sonya, lock the door, then take off your shirt and come sit on my lap." She obeyed, like she was programmed to do -- first locking the door behind her, then walking towards him while unbuttoning her service shirt. She pulled it off just as she came around to his side of the desk, revealing a functional bra that served to contain her generous breasts. The silver charms bracelet on her wrist jingled with her movement. Roberts felt his anxiety resorb as his arousal grew. Sonya was the best stress relief he had ever had. She sat on his thigh, between his legs, and he pulled her down to kiss her, and soon lost himself in the feeling of her soft lips and her tongue seeking his. His hands traveled up her back and in a well-practiced motion unhooked her bra. He interrupted the kiss long enough to pull her bra completely off, revealing a pair of breasts that seemed too large for her frame. How many times had he seen her teenage body in a bikini when he would visit her family? He grasped a fleshy mound with a hand, appreciating the heft, the weight, the sheer mass of it. Gonzales laughed. "A papi le gustan mis grandes y suaves chichis, verdad?" Her accent, nonexistent in everyday life, was thick. And she almost never spoke Spanish except with her immediate family. But this was a special request that Roberts had made when Cusker had asked what could ensure his cooperation. Roberts had hesitated, but a little prodding by Cusker quickly revealed that the police chief not only lusted after the daughter of his old friend, but also had a healthy incest fetish to boot. Cusker had suggested the perfect solution -- programming Gonzales so that she would behave like Roberts was her father and she was his naughty latino daughter. Roberts had had no chance. Roberts squeezed the breast in his hand harder, making the girl gasp. "I love your big tits, baby, you know that. That's why you show them off like the little puta you are, don't you? Come on," he said, "you know what to do." Gonzales put her hands under her breasts and pushed them up, offering them to the police chief. "Aqui estan papi -- chupas mis tetas, dejamelas bien humedas y despues ponme la verga entre ellas como tanto te gusta." Roberts did not need to be told twice. He dove like a starved man and licked, sucked, slobbered all over the offered mammaries. Gonzales sighed, leaning back slightly. She ran her hands through Roberts' hair, moaning softly when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. "Chupas mis tetas, papi -- chupale las tetas a la tu puta hijita" she mumbled, her moans turning into groans as the attention given to her breasts aroused her even more than she already was. Roberts was rapidly losing control, as he sucked hard on a hardened nipple while at the same time squeezing Gonzales' other breast and letting his other hand roam up the girl's back and press her closer to him. He could not get enough of her. When his desire made him so mad that he did not know whether to kiss her or bite her or anything in between, he pushed her off and took a deep breath. Gonzales knew what to do -- she always knew what to do, marveled Roberts. The latina officer, still wearing her regulation pants but naked from the waist up, stood. She took off her shoes, and wiggled out of her pants. She was wearing a small pair of panties, barely covering anything. She put her hands under the thin material. "Papi, quieres verme la pucha?" Roberts nodded, his hand going down to his cock to rub it slowly up and down, maintaining his erection. Gonzales pushed her panties down, revealing a perfect snatch, shaved smooth. Her lips were bright red due to her excitement, but barely protruded from the folds of her pussy. She had been a virgin when Roberts had gotten his hands on her almost a year earlier. How she had managed to survive training at the Academy without fucking at least one boy, he had no idea. But her family believed deeply in the sanctity of marriage, which to Roberts simply added to the attraction. "Come here, Sonya." Gonzales grinned, took a step towards him. "Me puedo sentar en tus piernas papi? Me puedo sentar en tus piernas, agarrarte la verga y metermela bien adentro? Quieres cogerte a tu pequena hijita, papi?" Roberts stopped her as she was about to straddle his lap. "Turn around, then sit down." Gonzales obeyed, spinning around and presenting her ass to the chief. He looked at it, his breath catching as if often did. Her ass was fantastic, round and smooth. He remembered when she was younger, when she had gone through her phase of wearing skirts that were too short and too tight, and he had tried hard not to stare at her, while at the same time wishing that she would bend over and show him her panties-covered rear end. And now here it was. He had taken her anal virginity several months earlier, and while he did not indulge often -- it was somewhat uncomfortable when done too frequently -- it was a treat he allowed himself once in a while. Gonzales was teasing him, running her hands over her cheeks, then down her thighs, bending over. Roberts could see her pussy lips part slightly from his vantage point. He groaned. His cock was as hard as it would ever get. Perhaps he should have taken some magic blue pills, he thought. To make it last. Finally losing patience, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Gonzales' waist to pull her down. She shrieked, and fell down on his lap. The touch of her skin on his cock was like scalding water. She wiggled her hips, which had the effect of rubbing her pussy over his cock. Then she lifted herself up enough to reach beneath her and grasp his cock and guide him inside her as she sank back down. Roberts gasped, the feeling of tightness that engulfed him always taking him by surprise. When he was fully embedded inside her, Gonzales leaned back against him and moaned. "Se siente tan bien como me llenas el hoyo papi. Ahora vas a cogerte bien duro a tu nenita, verdad? -- Oh!" Roberts had thrust into her, taking Gonzales by surprise. She responded by grinding her ass back against him. It felt amazing. She pulled herself up, pushing against her arms, then slowly sank back down on his cock. She repeated the maneuver, and Roberts let her do all the work. Closing his eyes, he reached around and grabbed her breasts with his hands, pulling and squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. ""Asi, papi," moaned Gonzales as she moved up and down, ""Juega con mis tetas!"" She sighed. "Que rico! Te gusta cogerme papi? Se siente bien meterle la verga hasta adentro a la putita de tu hija?" She fucked him harder, bouncing up on his lap and sinking down onto the hard shaft impaling her. Roberts was in heaven, between the sensation on his cock, the feel of her ass against his groin, and the weight of her breasts in his hands. His breath was ragged, little groans escaping his throat every time Gonzales bottomed out. She was breathing hard herself, and her skin had developed a light sheen of sweat. His hands were grasping her breasts convulsively. Her pussy was squeezing him back in counterpoint, bringing him closer and closer to release. It was amazing. He could sit there being ridden by this gorgeous girl until the end of time without thinking that he had missed anything else that the world could offer. He wondered idly where he should come, whether inside her milking pussy or what. Gonzales, who had come to know him over the last year, took the decision out of his hands. When she felt him harden with impending release, she pushed herself off and let his cock slip out. The fresh air swirling around his wet shaft made him cry out. In one rapid motion Gonzales swiveled around and knelt down between Roberts' legs. Her chest was damp, between Roberts' saliva and her sweat. She looked up at him with a naughty smile on her face as she reached down to stroke his cock. "Papi quiere meterme la verga entre mis tetas y chingarselas, o no? Papi, despues de eso dejarias a la puta de tu hija mamarte la verga? Si? Si? Por favor?" She squeezed his cock with a firm hand, sending shivers down the chief's spine. Before he could recover she had leaned over and wrapped her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him inside, a low moan escaping her lips. He gasped, the sensation taking him by surprise, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head off his cock. "Lo siento, papi -- no me pude aguantar las ganas de chupartela." She wiped her mouth, while she undid the bun in her hair, letting the dark curls tumble down over her shoulders. "Podrias perdonarme?" She looked so innocent when she said that, belied by the fact that she was straightening up and squeezing her breasts together, trapping Roberts' cock between them. Still with her little smile on her face, completely aware of the effect she had on the older man, she let a dribble of saliva fall in the valley of her breasts and over the now hard cock lying there, then she squeezed her breasts together and started heaving her chest up and down, her breasts trapping and jerking Roberts' cock. There was no word for it. The feeling of Gonzales' flesh on his shaft was incredible -- this was not the first time she had done this to him, of course -- she knew full well this was one of his favorite turn-ons, to give her a good breast fucking, a notch in his preference scale above fucking her with her legs pushed over her head and her urging him on to fuck her harder, harder, like the filthy girl she was. He looked at her -- she had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hair was bouncing with every upward thrust of her chest -- she was beautiful, and she was his, only his, to do with as he wished. Miss Sonya Gonzales, police officer by day, sexual servant by night and the odd break during the day. For a second, he regretted not being home with her -- he had this little piece of lingerie he had bought the day before that he ached to see on her model for him, perhaps with one of those super high heels that he loved to see her in, as she seduced him to get him to stick his dick inside her, screaming her head off as she came with him embedded deep inside her. He was losing control. He could feel it. Gonzales could feel it as well. "Papi va a venirse sobre los pechos de su traviesa hijita, y entonces ella va chuparse todo como la pequena gran puta que es," she said, jerking his cock even harder between her breasts. With a deep groan, Roberts thrust his hips up and exploded, a long string of semen flying up and landing on the bridge of Gonzales' nose, who laughed delightedly as another spurt flew up to join its brethren. Roberts felt like his soul was being squeezed out of his cock. Gonzales put her head down and wrapped her lips around Roberts' cock head and the last few remaining spurts went directly into her mouth. She swallowed, gently sucking the softening cock as Roberts collapsed in his chair, exhausted. As he watched the daughter of his lost friend clean up his cock and then clean herself up by licking off the strands of cum that were dripping down her face before putting her shirt back on and standing at attention as if nothing had happened, Police Chief Roberts made a mental note to thank Kevin Cusker for his contribution to the New Alexandria police force. | | | Thanks to Mr. Scade and Shadebalan for their help with the | | Spanish dialogue in the last part of this episode. | | |