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OTEC_ChiefInspectorDemento
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

"Does Lady Kathy's mother, have a title of nobility as well?"
Vin asked half jokingly.
"What?"
"Sorry, seeing my daughter has brought back old memories."
"You were saying?"
"Do you have a title of nobility as well?"
"Kay."
"I am pleased to meet you, Lady K."
"Kay please, this hotel has only one lady."
"Vin was surprised, Kathy did not touch the menu."
Kay barely glanced at hers.
When the maître d' who had displaced their waiter
arrived he looked at Kay not Kathy.
"I'll have the chicken salad, and the mango herb Ice-T."
"The same." Kathy declared.
"Your afternoon is free mother?" Kathy asked in a neutral tone
"Yes." her mother replied.
Vin had the eerie feeling that a couple of terabytes
of data had just been exchanged, right past him.

Vin was never, later able to remember the meal,
or the three of them walking together, back to their
rooms. Hotel suites are referred to as rooms
by those who can afford them.

Kathy for once, took care of, locking bolting
and changing the elegant Walnut double doors.

The two women turned pinning him like an insect, with four identical 
large blue eyes
looking at him. The continued to look at him
without moving. Vin felt a yawning chasm
open beneath his feet. Kathy was utterly still
no hint, no possibility of a hint from her.
The same from Kay. Vin slowly took the mothers hand
raising it to her to his lips, kissing her knuckles
European style. She shuddered slightly.
It was an eerie, Déjà vu feeling, this woman
could take Kathy's place, in a dark room
as long as they switched back before dawn
he would never known. He slowly raised
his arms, Kay moved forward, he kissed her
fully on the mouth, as a lover would.
There was no awkwardness, it was just like
kissing Kathy, except for the tingeing electric
feeling. The three of them were openly and honestly
aware of Vin erection.
Kay reached down stroking it, squeezing him.

The Prince consort, received his instructions
"Vin, pull a chair beside the bed, you will sit and watch." he did as 
instructed.

In the center of the bed was an obviously expensive
cat box, kind of container over a yard long.
Vin was ignored and forgotten, no that is much too harsh,
he could feel Kathy's love, he just did not have a speaking part
in this. The script clearly read:
And the husband sat in the chair beside the bed and watched
Vin watched.

Kathy squealed like a small girl as she ran forward,
coaxing a giant snake, from its elegant travel box.
"Honey Bun?" Kissing the snake on its nose with obvious affection.
She lovingly deposited a giant snake back on the bed.
She turned slowly looking at her mother with a neutral expression.
No not neutral, more like undecipherable, Vin had seen
many looks exchanged in his life, but never the one
he saw between mother and daughter that afternoon.

"Take your clothes off Vin." he was commanded from the
tone it was clear he was to resume sitting, but to be
naked while doing so.

The two women continued looking at each other,
no words were exchanged, they began to undress.
Vin began to wonder if it was possible to climax
without touching himself.
The two women left a pile of very expensive clothing on the floor.
Kathy wrapped Honey Bun, about her shoulders
as lesser women do with a strip of animal hide.

Her mother with the incredible muscle memory
only three incarnations as a hotel maid would allow,
rolled the covers off in a soothe motion.
Leaving only a bare bottom sheet and pillows.
Kay's movements was like watching Japanese tea ceremony
the simple act of removing a top sheet and cover
had become art and physical poetry.
Who teaches women, this sort of thing?

A squad of Marines with fixed bayonets, could not have moved
Vin from his chair.

Vin in his capacity, as arranger of such things
had seen married couples who deeply loved
each other make love.
A version of the tea ceremony, he had just observed
economy of motion, each movement exact emphasize
knowing precisely the pleasure it would bring
to their partner.

It was seeing the same thing before his eyes now,
he was being afforded a unique honor, he was being trusted
not to interfere.

The two women kissed deeply, slowly, as only two people
who know, and love, each other, can.
The event thou, slow, loving and unhurried, did not last long
neither woman viewed kissing as a sex act.

They separated.
Kay was laying on her back in a spread eagle position.
Kathy positioned herself between her mother's legs.
She slowly began unwinding the boa from around
her upper body.
The snake had been between the two women as they soul kissed each other.

Eventually the animal was unwound, its powerful muscles not resisting.
Kathy and her mother had obviously kissed before.
It was obvious they had done this before as well.
Vin was afraid his heart might stop, at this moment death
would not distract him, but to miss, what was unfolding
before him was unthinkable.

Vin knew exactly what he was going to see,
the knowledge was inadequate preparation.

Kathy holding the blunt tail in both hands positioned it
carefully, the animal did not resist, quite the opposite
it was cooperating, having obviously done this before,
as well.
A part of Vin's subconscious mind, took note of the
lack of lubrication, there was no KY smoothed
onto the reptile, or in Kay.

Vin was perfectly positioned to see the labia part
as ever increasing amounts of the reptiles body
began disappearing, the snake was incredibly
efficient with its body movements, more tea ceremony
no wasted movement, in an amazingly short amount of time
Kay lay there, with what looked like
a half yard long penis.
She had suddenly grown a prehensile penis.
Vin was positive he knew what was coming next
Kathy would climb on top of her mother
and they would resume their lovers kiss.

Vin was wrong, very wrong, she scooted forward yes
but then leaned backwards, grasping her own ankles
her knees more widely spread then her shoulders.
The snake did not hesitate, the giant penis
curved, moving, the head moved off the sheet
ever increasing amounts of the snake following the head
the destination could not have been more obvious.
The snake's head, began disappearing
into Kathy's body with the same economy of motion
Vin had previously observed.
Kathy shuddered and let out the gasp he knew so well,
Kathy had been moving, as the snake
was penetrating her.
Her pubic hair and her mother's were now entwined
she slowly bent forward from her near vertical position
until she could slide her hands behind her mother head.
she picked the head up slightly, they began
kissing in the way only lovers can.
Slowly at first, but with an ascending tempo, the two women
began to fuck each other with a living double ender
dildo. Vin had to have no way of knowing absolutely,
but he was positive that this was a three-way fuck
not a two-way. The snake was obviously moving with them
pushing against contractions, sliding in ten directions at once
as only snakes can.

Vin was not a true voyeur, a true voyeur would have instinctively
tried counting visible orgasms. The true voyeur
would have needed a good golf counter.

Vin sat unmoving in a Zin state, total open
accepting awareness, not clinging to time,
sanity, or life.

He was the fourth member of the love act,
he was contributing loving acceptance,
totally at peace, with the situation

Vin rejoined a reality he had forgotten.
"Mother, did you bring feeder?"
"Yes dear."
"Do you think Vin would enjoy watching?"
"Well, he's your husband." his mother-in-law observed
"But you should divorce him if he doesn't."

The two women separated, it was a curious separation,
they reached down with four hands,
one of them would scoot slightly away, sliding the hands
toward themselves, the other would repeat the process,
sometimes they would both move simultaneously.
They were on their knees facing each other,
each holding the snake in an obvious manner
designed to deny the reptile the warmth of their bodies.
More tea ceremony with precise choreographed
movement, they had done this before.
At some point the snake gave up its passive
resistance, moving out into the cold
of its own free will, falling onto the mattress,
between the two naked women.
They reptile clearly had enough muscles
it could have clothes pined the two women together
like a paper clip, had it chosen to do so.

While Vin was no longer in a Zen state,
it was still clear he did not have a speaking role.

With Kay's help, the two women were dealing
with a small struggling rodent, some kind of
gerbil like thing, Vin knew very little of rodents.
With Kathy holding the animal tail, she was
holding her hand so the small animal
had become a pendulum, it was
being held where it had no
possibility of biting her.
Kay returned with an eye dropper
filled with brown liquid, she extended the glass tube
out like an epie, brown liquid was squirted on
to the side of the animal.
"Vitamins" one of the women announced, he never did
know which one.

Vin's subconscious mind, noted the animals claws
had been trimmed away, along with its canine teeth.
Can you order hamsters this way as well?

The two women had obviously done this before.
The struggling rodent was transferred to the older woman.

Kathy assumed what she always described as
"The position" as close to vertical as possible
with her long legs grasping the mattress,
giving her a stability

Vin had had to move his chair back, his feet
were on either side of Kathy's head, by looking
between his feet, he could see her incredible blue eyes
looking up at him, with that mixture of, excitement,
impishness, lust, and love he knew so well.

The rat had been transferred back to Kathy's
custody. She was holding it aloft the way, as a chemist
might hold a test tube.
Kay was holding Honey Bun, with a firm grip
with both hands.

Vin was positive he knew what was coming,
but had sworn of making such bets, he always lost.
He should have bet.

It happen swiftly, fortunately his attention was focused,
he did not miss anything.

In went the rodent, with the snake in hot pursuit.
Kathy quivered, the bulge in her abdomen
gave testimony, to the high speed pursuit.
The rodent had tried to escape, seeing death
descending from above, it did a one eighty
in a desperate attempt to find a nonexistent back door
Honey Bun backed out with the rodent
in its mouth, Vin expected to see the animal swallowed.
But that is not the way of Honey Buns kind,
the rodent disappeared underneath an amazing tangle
of coils, watching them move in every direction
simultaneously was hypnotic.
Only when the rodent gave its last spasm quivering
did the snake began unwinding maneuvering
to swallow the still warm rodent head first.

He looked up to see Kay giving him that
inscrutable look, he had received at the front door.
He glanced down between his toes.
The same inscrutable look.

Prince consort was being tested again,
no prompting allowed. He stood up moving toward the bed,
being careful not to make it obvious he was aware of Kathy's huge grin 
of approval.

It was truly a strange experience, so very nearly identical to his
Kathy, but not identical, subtle differences, clearly a different woman.
Fucking his mother-in-law, as her daughter watched was one of the more 
erotic thing Vin had ever done..

Making love with Kathy and Kay simultaneously
was unique, three souls touching
3.1 if you counted Honey Bun watching
from his shipping container.

Vin did not get much sleep that night
how could two women who had just
fucked a yard long snake, possibly
desire, a mortal man.

The first time with Kay, was simply avoiding the need, to run into the 
bathroom looking for Jurgens lotion.

But it soon became apparent he was
not being patronized, the two women
were lying side by side on their backs
patiently waiting, for him to finish with one
so he could began with the other.

After further sex was impossible for him, Vin got on his belly, slowly 
and lovingly fisting,
mother and daughter simultaneously.
He must have fallen asleep momentarily,
he awoke with both forearms warm and relaxed, still inside the two women,
both women were snoring lightly.
Vin went back to sleep.

Prince consort was allowed to order room service breakfast for three.
If he should live a thousand years (and he did) his loving wife
would continue to amaze him with regularity.
Breakfast service for three announced loudly to the hotel kitchen staff, 
Kathy had chosen to share
Prince consort with her mother.
The three of them had spending the night together in one bad.
Housekeeping would confirm, there were two widely spaced stains.
Stains just far enough apart to allow two women lying on their backs, to 
hold hands.
Vin could not help but notice, Kay and Kathy did not seem to be the 
slightest bit concerned by this.

Kay kissed them both as lovers, departing after breakfast, claiming she 
had business
at the health club.
Something about a special massage.

Kathy was sitting on the sofa naked
with a towel folded under her, so she would not
stain, the beautiful fabric.
She lightly thumped the fabric beside her,
in a fashion any cocker spaniel would recognize.
How can she do things like this without giving offense?
Vin wondered.

"Today is the day of the week. I was always arrested
and cavity searched." he declared
"I'll go walk in the park." Vin said meaning it.
"Silly boy, you have a speaking part in this."
"What could I possibly say?"
As she told him, his erection grew huge.
"Take two or three of those penis pump pills
you take the morning of Fleet Week."
"Right now?"
Kathy glanced at her watch.
"In about an hour."























	[ 28. Lady Kathy arrested, strip-searched ]

Vin could not even hazard a guess as to where
Lady Kathy, had found a genuine European style
Lady prisoners smock.
Does the government pay extra for dingy gray
in new garments?

They had appropriated the piano stool from
the concert grand that stood neglected by the wall.

Kathy was sitting on the piano stool, wearing her
brand-new dingy gray outfit that even had
numbers stenciled over her left breast.

Kathy had explained to the general manager
she wanted to give a surprise party for
all eight members of the hotel guard staff.

Remembering what day of the week it was,
he had great difficulty concealing his smile.
Kathy had explained she needed the men
all afternoon so could they be given the rest of the day off?

There was a semi-polite knock at the door.
(Polite knocking, is not covered at the Academy.)
"Come in! I can't watch her and open the door both."
Eight large men, cautiously filed into the room.
"This is an internationally famous jewel crook."
"I am turning her over to you, for arrest
and interrogation."
Vin walked rapidly out of the room through the
connecting doors to middle of their three
"rooms" the door made an audible click
as it closed behind him.

"Lady Kathy, your husband, I, we ..."
"He volunteered to go walk in the park." she admitted truthfully
"Fuck me or handcuffed me." she declared holding
out her two slender wrists side-by-side

All cops had heard of marriages like this.

Minutes later, none of them heard the door
opening slowly. They had their backs to it, their attentions were 
focused elsewhere.
The prisoner was standing leaning backwards
beyond vertical, held in this position by two
of the arresting officers, her ankles widely separated
kneeling on the floor between them was the
cavity searcher, the blue skirt of his
surgical glove could be seen protruding
from Kathy's opening.

"I hid the hexagon of India, where you timid
coppers will never find it!"

That was his cue.

"Chief inspector Demento special branch at your service."
shocked glances confirmed this was true, he was wearing
a genuine London Bobbie Constable helmet.
( And nothing else. )
"They told me you Yankee chaps might need a hand."
"Stand aside."

Always before her eight interrogators had penetrated her
slowly carefully, four fingers and thumb
never a fist.

Demento holding his clenched fist and forearm vertically
declared.

"Humiliation is the tool you use to break international
jewel crook's."
"Hold her ankles apart!"

The closed fist disappeared into the suspect, the surrounding
men were aghast, to see it go in almost to the elbow.
Demento cocked his head to the side, Hollywood save cracker,
listening for the last tumbler to drop in to place.
The arm withdrew.
The fist was presented, thumb uppermost, it opened.

In the trade it is called paste. It looked very very real.
A gigantic flawless blue, oval cut diamond, the size of
a quail egg, glistened in the light.
"Here take this, don't loose it,
Losing a $30 million stone would look bad on your record."

"Alright gather around, obviously, you Yankee chaps
need a pointer or two."
"It's humiliation, that breaks this kind."
"Fear of things like a humiliating gang rape."
"Run your fists in and out vigorously, let her know
she has fallen into the hands, of trained professionals."
"Oh one last thing, criminals of this caliber, give up
any hope of bearing children, they have their womb surgically
transformed into a coin purse, reach up with your finger
to see if this has been done."
They were slack-jawed, how was that they had never heard of this before?

The "trained professionals" were much too busy to
notice the brief look of love and affection
exchanged between the prisoner, and the special branch officer.

"Well that obviously did not work."
"She is calling our bluff, knowing there'll be no actual gang rape."

Looks were exchanged, the bed was a super King.
if they used, belts, twisted their trousers into
ropes, maybe, just maybe.

It took two men to get the cover and top sheet out of the way.
They almost dropped her, Kathy was convinced she was in for a fall.
One heel actually touched the floor, but the other three hung on tight.

There in the center of the bed four nylon straps converged.
Each strap terminated in a bowland knot.
It could only have been done if Lady Kathy had been spread eagle
being measured.

There was a hesitation, as deep into
their every cop's fantasy as they were,
was the realization that men who rented
presidential suites, had powers infinitely
beyond their pay grade.

"I'll demonstrate" Demento declared thrusting vigorously
six or eight times.

"If any of you Yankee chaps can rise to the occasion?"
for a highly trained investigator. It seemed strange
he was unable to notice the eight erections pointed at him.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"In third world countries, they break prisoners like this with animal rape."
"Should you chaps, ever be forced to this extreme,
smuggle the animal in, dressing as a seeing eye dog."

Eight horrified pairs of eyes were jerked to Lady Kathy's serenely 
smiling face.
The serene smile was indeed an act,
she had shared with Vin the story of poor blind Walter.
this is not in the script! She thought.
The eight pairs of eyes, waited for Lady Kathy's
expression to change, denouncing the lie.
Lady Kathy in this very room, maybe in this very bed,
being fucked by a dog!
They waited, the denial never came.

"Bring her!"

Lady Kathy, was again transformed into a human
hammock moving forward feet first.

The chief inspector pulling the massive double doors
open, revealing what had been concealed on the other side.
Two vertically hanging chains, terminating
in leather cuffs!

"Hang her by the ankles."

The prisoners, world-class gape was about, chest high.

"This one does not have the surgically produced
coin purse I warned you chaps of."
"But there are other places, small gem stones
can be concealed." he declared smoothing
KY onto his little finger, which he promptly screwed
out of sight into the prisoners urinary tract.

Eight pairs of eyes dropped to the prisoners face.
The unconscious prisoner revived quickly,
two large incredibly blue eyes snapped open
to view her interrogators, the left eye closed again
in an exaggerated vaudevillian stage wink.

Demento was standing silently, arm extended,
metallic tube, offered.
None of the eight men were able to find
concealed gemstones in Kathy's urethra.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Gentlemen, obviously, we must employ Third World methods."
"Follow me."

The inverted prisoner was ignored as they followed Demento
into the adjoining room. They would have followed him
off the roof of the building, eight men in line, following
their leader supported only by thin air.

There on a short table with wheels, was undeniably
a Third World electro-torture apparatus.
They rolled it back into the massive bedroom.
"Here plug this into the mains."
Such a device clearly needed more current than mere batteries
could supply.
"No to your left, up about three feet, there."
The electrical outlet was almost impossible to see
being covered by wallpaper, it was there so the maid
could plug in her vacuum cleaner.
No one was the least bit surprised, chief inspectors
are trained to notice minute details invisible to others.

The hesitation was back, this was not the Third World, they were not 
going to plug Lady Kathy's vagina
into a wall socket!

"You chaps are obviously unfamiliar with this type of equipment."
he was holding a clear acrylic stick of salami, down either side
cast in place were two parallel, shiny metal strips,
wires, extended from the end.
"I have this equipment specially made by an outfit in Las Vegas."
he declared truthfully.

"Here hold it like I am"
"What. Are you afraid?"
"That's right, your fingers must touch both strips."
the pulses of current, had that time-honored striptease
beat, about 110% of normal heart rate, producing
an erotic thump thump that traveled through the astounded
cops fingers, causing his forearm to convulse rhythmically.

"This kind of amperage will break any prisoner."
"Insert the electrode!"

Demento was obviously intimately familiar with the
use of Third World electro-torture equipment.
Such muscle memory was revealed in deft finger
movements impossible to fake.

He started with a high frequency, almost 60 cycles
per second, Kathy's vagina was filled with
incredible stimulation, a thousand simultaneous stroking
fingers could not have come close.
Demento fingers absently turned the knob controlling
frequency, his attention focused on the prisoner.
Frequency in the three to seven hertz range directly couple
with the bodies natural ability to tremble.

Kathy's body began a motion as though she were
fucking an invisible penis. The relentless exact
metronome timing could not possibly be
created by her,
She was not fucking an invisible penis.
She was being fucked by an invisible electric penis,
that timed its strokes accurate to the millisecond.

"In Syria, they leave the prisoner, screaming like this,
while they do prayers."
"Do any of you know Moslem prayers?"
"No?"
"We will have to improvise then, follow me."
They followed him through the middle room
large enough for a shirts and skins basketball game.
And finally through the double doors into
the third identically sized room.
The delicious aroma of food filled the air.
The general manager had instructed his guard force
to be hungry as Lady Kathy intended to surprise them
with a meal.
Indeed she had, it was obvious that the
nine room service delivery carts had arrived
moments before.
Nine? Ten were required.
The men were starving.

Demento without a word, began rolling his cart
back to the interrogation room.

They ate their food sitting in a semi circle,
with entertainment, Caligula would have
approved of.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Battery acid is the only option left."

The electro-discipline equipment was mounted
on a room service cart, a tablecloth
concealing the lower shelf.
Demento, reached in pulling out a bottle of acid.
The men were surprised, they were unaware that
fuming acid, came in containers that looked uncannily like
a 2 L soda pop bottle with no label.
He was holding a large rubber mallet, in his right-hand.

"In the Third World, of course, they use glass bottles
and metal hammers." he stated without emotion.

Demento surprised them. He was obviously distracted.
The bottle was neck uppermost.
Astoundingly, with a screwing motion, using
only his left hand, he was able to insert one or two inches
before their unbelieving eyes.
The bottle was held upright before them.
A moonshot on the launching pad.

Demento took the large hammer
in both hands, without pausing swung the hammer
in a full force large arc.
Standing as he was he blocked the view of most.
Those to the side thought their eyes had tricked them,
the blow seemed to slow, pushing the bottle.
Kathy muscles trembling with the exertion
of holding it, relaxed, letting it fall.

Demento stepped aside, giving a clear view
the bottle had disappeared, the mind numbing conclusion
was obvious, a two liter pop bottle had been hammered
full force into a human vagina.
Third World interrogators were obviously sick fucks.

"Well that obviously did not work."

Demento reached under the tablecloth pulling out a gun.
In the surrounding semi circle muscles tensed,
as they prepared to throw themselves forward,
Thrown their lives away to protect Lady Kathy.
Hoping there were more of them than there were bullets.

Demento calmly pulled a concealed rubber plug
out of the back of the squirt gun.
Apparently European governments, were not
threatened by children's toys not require the
muzzles be painted airport hazard orange.

"We are running low on acid, fill this with warm water."
"Warm not hot."

Demento placed the weapons muzzle directly against
Kathy's urethra.

"I warn you I am Captain of the special branch,
pistol team, at this range I'm not likely to miss!"

A rapidly fired off about ten shots, casually handing the weapon
to the nearest slack-jawed officer.

"Here you try, at least ten shots."

In the process, each of the men had raised
four fingers of their left hand, to gently caress
Kathy's pregnancy, Demento seemed not to notice.

Incredibly, unbelievably, they had just transferred
the liquid contents of a large squirt gun to her
bladder.

"Well that obviously did not work."

"Cut her down!"
"You there, standby to catch any entrails that fallout."
Falling entrails ? Lady Kathy? He looked down
and was given the hoped-for stage wink.
He was being set up, he had no idea how completely.

As Lady Kathy was lowered past horizontal, her marvelous
muscles could no longer hold the bottle against
the force of gravity, she felt it beginning to slip.
With muscular control Honey Bun would have approved of
she clamped down, shooting the large object
out like a Polaris missile.
The catcher was totally unprepared, the bottle
of warm soda pop glanced off his fingers rolling out of sight.

"I thought you Yanks play what you call foot ball."
"You were perhaps attending what you call
special education classes?"

"If you boys have had your fun, I have to pee!"
The prisoner was promptly released

Bathrooms in the presidential suite
do not have thrones positioned opposite
the entryway, this might be acceptable
at the White House, but not at the Grand.

Someone had carelessly kicked a rubber wedge
underneath the mirror door, as luck would have it
set at an angle that was exactly right,
you could clearly see Lady Kathy squatting to pee.
The sound was not the gentle tinkle of a
refined Lady at her water closet, it sounded like
a Mormon workhorse filling a galvanized
watering trough with a high-pressure stream of urine.
Lady Kathy daintily blotted herself with a folded tissue.
She reappeared moments later, in a satin, Paris designer
robe she wore as unconsciously, as her previous nakedness.
She was obviously none the worse for wear.

The men watched as Kathy filled a hotel water glass,
one quarter full of Irish cream liqueur, she raised it
in a silent toast, draining it in one gulp.
Vin noticed the man smiled at her strangely
as she did this, feeling he was missing something.

"Gentlemen Lady Kathy has missed her meal
if we delay, she will be late for her reservation."

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