Pheromonica - NaNoWriMo 2025 challenge completed

[SoftGameHunter]

Chapter 26


“Something wrong?” asked Ned Parkman. He drove along calmly under the yellow streetlights. The wipers on their slowest intermittent setting kept the windshield clear. Audrey’s gaze was on the car well behind them. Ned was kind of a sweetheart, unlike his great grandmother. Nurse Retching had nothing on Brittney Carson.

“I’m not sure yet,” she said.

“Want me to adjust the mirror for you?”

“No. You’re driving. Drive safe.” She could turn her limber neck to look back. Their tail was too far back to see her movements. “Hey, take a right here, okay?”

“Sure thing, babe,” he replied, signaling and gently turning the car. Of course she had her belt off so she could twist about, so his consideration was justified and not some kind of Galahad weird. The headlights followed. It had to be a police car, unmarked. If it had flight capability she’d be screwed, but then they’d probably already have overtaken her. No, that was wrong. They wanted to see where she was going. Maybe catch her in the act to make a stronger case. She couldn’t let them know she knew.

“Left when we reach Sycamore,” she said. It was a nice major artery. She couldn’t go circling side streets. But sure enough, it followed – alone. There was one now, but they’d only been on the road for five minutes. Not even. “Go ahead and pull over to the gas station, would you? Thanks.”

“Sure, but I’m not low,” he said.

“Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Of course she was. She began undressing. It was the perfect stop. No one was there. Maybe there was an attendant inside. If so, she’d just have to deal with him.

“Kind of chilly, isn’t it?” Ned asked.

“Chill makes it exciting! Haven’t you ever been naked outside on a cool night?”

“Uh, well, that’s kind of personal now.”

He’d have to wait. She had bigger fish to fry. She leaned over to give him a sloppy wet kiss before she hopped out. “Wait until I call for you, please.” The unmarked cop car had pulled in alongside, not pointed at them. Nowhere near the tanks where poor Ned had pulled in. He actually thought about getting gas. Now stark naked, she strolled over to the tail. Did they see her yet? Of course they did. They were following her. She waved at the dark windows as she approached, smiling the whole time. They still had their damn windows down. She was cute but not cute enough to make a man rape or murder. That took Pheromones.

Luck – one of the men opened his door. The passenger. The junior guy? “Hi there,” she said. Now the driver followed. Good. They were still twenty feet away. She was upwind. It was worth smiling over. “Can I help you guys out?”

“That’s close enough!” Driver said. He yanked his piece out, the kind that was classified as a weapon. Pointing it at her face gave her a needed thrill.

“Oh crap! You’re robbing me?” she cried.

“MPD! Give it up, Audrey!”

“So, not a robbery?” she asked, still holding her hands up.

“You’re under arrest! Get down on your knees! Down on the ground!”

“Okay, okay, I’m kneeling. You could have just bought me a dinner, but whatever.”

“Careful,” Passenger said. “Remember what the inspector said.”

“I know. Don’t worry.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked as he yanked first her right and then her left hand behind her to slap on the cuffs.

“Everything we set out to. Nothing you say will convince us to let you go. I will ignore every instinct to listen to you. You can’t charm us, Audrey. Audrey Pine, you have the right to remain silent,” he began. The litany was so old, unchanged in three centuries.

“Can you at least loosen the cuffs? Pretty-please?” she cooed.

“Go ahead. She can’t break loose,” Passenger said.

“Oh, that’s better. Maybe in front of me? I wrenched my shoulder at Yoga class yesterday.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Passenger replied. Driver took one wrist off. Then the other, and stood over her looking down. She still knelt there, enticingly fragrant and nude for them. The poor sap looked confused.

“You know, I can’t escape you guys. It’s no violation if you just keep watch on me, is it? You can still obey your orders.” Their shitty orders. She’d already worked out that Frank Simpson or someone higher up was clamping down on public knowledge. She didn’t think he’d keep his own people so much in the dark. They should have worn masks. Now she stood back up and lowered her arms. Passenger walked around the hood to join them. “So, officers, um, Brevin and Lang. If you bring a naked girl into the station, it’s just going to cause all kinds of problems. Questions. Reports. Sexual harassment training on a Saturday. Do you think I could convince you to just leave town instead. I promise, I won’t tell anyone I saw you or you saw me. I’ll put my hand on a stack of bibles and swear it. Yes, your honor, I gave a round of blowjobs to the entire MPD for everyone but Brevin and Lang. They’re really blue for me!”

“Ha. Like any judge would believe that,” Passenger Lang laughed. “But it’s cool. Try to wear clothes next time, okay?”

Clothes. They’d slow her a bit, but stop nothing in the end. “Of course.” She almost turned away. It would take them several minutes or more to come to their senses. But she almost lost hers. Brevin. Brevin. “Hey, is your grandfather Peter Brevin?” she asked. “Married to Jill formerly Hernandez?”

“Yeah, that’s right. And Wesley Brevin’s my dad,” he said.

“So you’d be Tom or Reggie.”

“Reggie. Yep, that’s me. Have we met?”

“Us, no. But I knew your grandfather.”

“What about me?” Lang asked.

“Not sure. Lang. You know, it’s possible, but I don’t have time to play twenty-questions genealogy edition. Reggie, can you do me a favor? Could you shoot officer Lang here in the gut? Something that won’t kill him for a while. We don’t want the worst to happen, right?”

“Huh? What’d I do?” Lang asked. “Seriously? You’re one whacked girl, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said. “Normally I’d blow you first, but your friends are probably on their way.”

“Oh, yeah!” Reggie said.

“Now, please.” Reggie calmly swung his piece over. Lang just stood as the man fired a shot into his gut. He fell over, groaning and writhing.

“Hey, Ned,” she called. “Come out here. Bring my clothes.”

Ned popped out, her clothing in his hands. He stared at the scene in front of him as he handed them to her. “What’s going on, Tina?” he asked.

“Hold still,” she said. “Sorry, I was going to get you laid, but plans change. Reggie, please shoot him in the head. I’d like him dead.”

“What? Why?” Ned protested, but too late. Reggie’s shot dropped his body to the pavement. Now she had a police car.

“You drive,” she said to Reggie. In seconds they were on the road. There was still a house to visit and a bitch to destroy. She even got a bonus out of it. She’d kick herself if it turned out Lang was also listed, but Metroland was a big city, so the odds were against it. Hopefully they wouldn’t tail her now. Somehow they’d made her. She’d have to figure it out.

She slapped herself as she finished dressing. “I must be tired,” she said. “Reggie. Tell me how you found me, would you?”

“Sure. Frank got the forensics guys to make some kind of math thing that predicts which guy you’ll go after. We’ve been staking out prospects for like a week or two.”

“Huh. Is that right?” she asked.

“Yeah. I don’t follow it myself, but it worked. We got you, didn’t we? You thought you could escape us forever, but here you are.”

“You’re so right, Reggie. Here I am, in a police car. Turn left up here, please.”

“You got it. Want me to flash the lights? Run the siren?”

“Oh, no, but thanks. Stealth works. I need you to make an arrest for me.” His last arrest. She guided him to a little house in one of the endless copycat neighborhoods on the periphery. 1285 Grant. That was the address.

“Come on, you need to arrest Carly DeMint.”

Carly opened the door when Reggie rapped on it. Her expression fell, but that wasn’t surprised. Lighter skin or no, she was still a black woman facing a white cop. Audrey hadn’t expected that, but if she didn’t bolt it would be fine. “Carly DeMint?”

“That’s right. You got a warrant?”

“You’re under arrest!” he said.

“You got a warrant? Hey!” she screamed as he ripped the storm door out and burst in. Audrey followed. It was such a typical abuse of power, what he did to the woman. She tried to flee, but it was too late by then, and he pressed her to the floor to cuff her. “What the hell? What are you arresting me for?”

“Strip search her,” Audrey said.

“Who the hell are you? Who is this little bitch?”

“Search deep. No need to be gentle.”

“Hey! No! Fuck, no! Let go of me!” Carly screamed as Reggie flipped her over and tore open her shirt. She was dressed to stay in, so it was a pullover, but his pocket knife cut it wide open. “What are you nuts? Stop! Help me!” No one helped her. Reggie cut her clothes off, leaving her easily totally naked.

“Don’t forget the cavity search,” Audrey said with a grin. She was getting wet watching as Reggie pinned the woman down and started with her pussy. He licked his fingers and drove several of them deep into her orifice, making her scream all the louder. Would the neighbors hear? Or care? Maybe not.

“Backdoor too, please,” Audrey said.

“Huh? Right. Check the back door.” He started to stand up as Carly lay sobbing and sputtering on the floor. He was checking the house’s back door. “No, her back door. Wow, that’s amusing. Probe her ass,” Audrey said.

“Oh, right. Wow, old-fashioned terms like that kind of threw me.”

“I’m an old-fashioned kind of gal,” Audrey said. She stood getting wetter as Reggie flipped her over and pried her ass apart. With a spit for lube, he pressed first one then two fingers up her butt. “Be thorough.”

Carly’s shriek was heavenly. It wasn’t unlike what her great-grandmother had written off as unimportant when Audrey made a similar noise countless times. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Good for the goose. Goes around comes around, and all that. She was tempted to get undressed again, but it seemed like a bad idea to stay too long. Reggie was just getting his whole hand in when she decided this one wasn’t for savoring.

“Rape her,” she said. “Just do it. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! It’s not okay!” Carly wailed. But Reggie was having none of it. He flipped the handcuffed naked woman back onto her back again and got his pants down.

“Don’t fight it,” he said. “You’re just making it worse on yourself. You’re going to jail tonight.”

“Jail! Jail! You’re raping me you motherfucker!” Carly was pissed, but she was also fucked. Reggie plowed her. He was hard and ready to rape, and that’s what he did. Audrey peeked out the window blinds a couple times. It really seemed like a good idea to flee soon. Just as soon as Reggie finished and shot her, then himself. He stiffened up and dumped his load into the woman’s cunt. She wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant at least. Reggie stood up and pulled his pants up.

“Go ahead!” he sneered. “Resist me again! I told you you’re under arrest!”

“Oh my gawd!” Carly wailed, lying there shaking.

“Reggie, we need to wrap this up. Carly DeMint was too uncooperative and she kind of hates your guts. Kill her.”

“No! No! Who are you! Don’t kill me! Oh gawd in heaven, please!”

“Shoot her then?” Reggie asked.

“Yes. Make it quick and painless. You’re not a monster.”

“Right.” He pulled out his gun and pressed it to her mouth. Nice touch. Her eyes bulged in terror. That was just as the front door latch shattered and the door flew inward. Audrey spun around to see Frank Simpson. And his lapdog, Sharon Price. Guns drawn. How the fucking hell had they found her so quickly. Reggie stood with his gun in the woman’s mouth instead of pointed at the new intruders.

“Drop it, Reggie. That’s an order,” Frank said.

Sharon leveled her piece at Audrey. “You’re under arrest.”

[SoftGameHunter]

Chapter 27


What a hell of a standoff they faced. Sharon had her gun trained on Audrey while Frank had the unenviable responsibility to train his on Reggie. One of their own, and not in his right mind at all, his response could be pure chaos. Frank’s response would not be. But she kept her eye on Audrey.

“Oh God damn it!” Audrey growled.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Sharon began. But something more pressing beckoned. “And I suggest you turn off whatever charm you’re using. If Frank starts showing you any favor, any at all, I’m shooting you for the kill, Audrey Pine.”

“What’s happening?” the woman sobbed. She knelt at Reggie’s feet, naked, handcuffed. They’d gotten to her.

“Let the woman go. Make Officer Brevin release her.”

“Reggie? I don’t control him. I just make suggestions. Carly DeMint. You’ll want that for your report if she’s not responsive.” Audrey grinned. She knew the routine. Hands visible. No movement. She was mentally prepared. So was Sharon.

“I’m not joking!”

“Me neither. I just get men to be favorably inclined. Free will is never averted. I expose their inner demons. They’re grateful.”

“I said let them go!”

“Reggie,” Frank said. “Hey, buddy, look at me. Look in my eyes. The suspect is secure. Move the gun away from her face.”

“I, Frank,” Reggie stammered. “She’s not secured. Is she?”

“Keep your finger on the trigger just shy of discharge!” Audrey snapped.

“Shut up!” Sharon yelled. “Don’t make me shoot you!”

“That would hurt Reggie’s trust,” Audrey replied. “He might have to kill the bitch as a deterrent.”

“Yeah, yeah, what she said,” Reggie perked up. “My God, Frank, what’s gotten into you?”

“Frank, stand back from her. Stay close to the door. Or the window.”

“Breeze coming in the window,” Frank said, stepping towards it. He was right. If it was airborne, he was safer upwind. His sights never wavered from Reggie.

“Enjoy the weather, Inspector,” Audrey said. “But stay out of my way. I don’t want to kill the innocent. I let that other cop go, didn’t I?”

“He’s still alive after you had him shot, if that’s what you call letting go. This woman is innocent.”

“Oh like hell she is.”

“She’s never harmed you or met you.”

“She’s destroyed me! She’s the product of evil!” Audrey screamed. “And so is this one! Do you know what they did to me! Do you know what I’ve suffered!”

“Decades of abuse. A hundred years,” Sharon said. “Oh, we do know, Audrey. We know about Biogasms. Sexual abuse.”

“They tortured me with my own body! I came for a hundred-ten years! In my sleep! In my dreams! Generations! I came so much it killed my aging!”

“I don’t think it works like that,” Frank said.

“Shut up! What do you know about it! I volunteered for one fucking test subject trial for some spending money! They never even gave me my fifty bucks!”

“Now you’re immortal,” Sharon said. “You’re right, we don’t know. You got some super powers and a long life, but the cost was too high.”

“Yeah, it was too high. And I deserve my revenge. I’m not even a human being anymore! I’m a fucking zombie now, or a succubus, or vampire! I don’t know!”

“You can tell your story now,” Sharon said.

“Yes!” Sharon almost turned, almost took her sight off her mark. But she knew that voice. Alicia Jenner stepped into her peripheral view. “Audrey, you know who I am. You can tell your story to the whole world! You can rip Biogasms to pieces with the truth. Your truth! I can make it happen!”

“Alicia, what the fuck?” Frank snapped. “Did you follow me here?”

“Don’t be mad, Frank. I had to do this. Audrey is too important not to.”

“An audience?” Audrey asked.

“Yes.”

“The ear of the people?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Tell the world I spent a hundred ten years strapped naked to a table cumming my brains out?”

“Well, um…”

“But you know what? That’s not even the issue. Want to know the issue? I don’t feel like being dragged into a bunker a thousand feet below hardened concrete to be a guest of the feds for the next thousand years!”

“We could keep your location a secret,” Alicia began.

“Zip it, news lady. Hard pass.”

“Okay, enough. Audrey, stand down,” Sharon said. “The rest of our team is racing here same as we did. There’s no escape. No way out. You can’t leave without Reggie to back you, and if he shoots Carly here, who never harmed you, we have no reason to hold back.”

“Oh, I think Officer Brevin’s life might matter. Reggie, you’d blow your brains out for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Ah man, I’d rather not,” Reggie said. “But I guess if I have to.”

“Line of duty,” Frank growled. “You’re all alone, Audrey. It’s over. No way out, no way sideways. No way except with us, in a car or in an ambulance. Or a hearse. There’s no backup now. You’re alone!”

Audrey’s calm expression hadn’t wavered, but she had to know he was right. She was twitching now. Her calm was a fake. Sharon knew it. They all knew it. Except Carly, who still whimpered on the floor.

“No, she’s not alone!”

“Lynne!” Sharon cried, turning and losing her sight of the perp. Lynne walked in, past Alicia, nowhere near Frank, and stood in front of Reggie and Audrey. “Lynne, back up! Get out of here! Why are you doing here!” She couldn’t even scream normal, but she returned to her sights on Audrey.

“Sorry. I guessed what you were up to and I know your password. It’s a huge violation of trust but I couldn’t sit this one out,” Lynne said.

“Well this is fucking terrific,” Frank growled.

“I appreciate you all. I really do. But I’m here for her,” she continued.

“Don’t worry about me,” Audrey returned. “I’ve got this.”

“I know she helped you,” Sharon began.

“Oh, right. That,” Audrey interrupted. “Lynne, go ahead on home. I’m glad it worked out for you, but I sent that security footage out to bring the police into Biogasms and get them off my tail. They were looking for me but grabbed you by mistake. You don’t owe me, and time’s kind of critical here.”

“No. Sorry, but no. You helped me more than you realize, and I’m returning the favor. Frank, Sharon, please lower your weapons. Trust me.”

“Not happening, now get out of here,” Frank said.

Lynne walked closer. For the first time, Audrey looked not just uncertain but like a classic deer in the headlights as Lynne wrapped her arms around her in a sobbing embrace. “I was there!” she whispered, so quiet Sharon barely heard. “I’m like you. I was there. Byron wanted you, but he tracked me down. Clever bastard got everything right but the name!”

Frank finally turned his gaze, first to the girls, but then to Sharon. She vaguely felt his eyes on her. But, it was impossible. Impossible! “Lynne!”

“Brittney, actually. Brit. I couldn’t have stayed Lynne much longer anyway. I actually am from Baltimore, though. Sorry, Sharon. I never expected you would lead me here.”

“You, Lynne!” she cried. Again. “But, you’d be…”

“Two hundred nine, yeah. I’m an old lady. I hardly feel a day over a hundred. Look, I can’t linger like this.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” Audrey finally screamed, shoving her away. Lynne stumbled back, tripping and falling on her ass. “You’re not like me! You didn’t spend a hundred-ten years of endless orgasm! You didn’t have to sweet talk some disgusting rapist orderly to get out, and then smother him while he was eating your ass! You’re nothing like me!”

“No, it was only eighty-five years, and I couldn’t cum at all! Still can’t. Never have. They tricked me too, promising an experimental Primary Anorgasmia treatment. They’re evil, but they’re going down now. Walk away with me!”

“You, seduced me! With, that thing?” Sharon sputtered. But Lynne shook her head.

“That comes with orgasm.”

“I’m not some superhero cunt warrior!” Audrey shouted. “I’m the victim here! You’re lying! I’m the only one! Me!”

“Could you listen to them talk in all that time? You were the star! They tried to treat my condition and discovered a fountain of youth. And a pheromone genetic mutation. They talked about you. Didn’t you hear them talk?”

“This is precious,” Frank interrupted. “I’m not saying this again. Audrey, down on the floor. Reggie, drop it! Drop the gun and back away!” Carly still trembled at his feet, but kept her mouth shut. Reggie’s finger still trembled as it wrapped around the trigger.

“You try being gooned for eighty-five years and see how smarmy you are, you ass! You’re just a crooked cop. A rapist blackmailer!”

“I’ve never raped anyone. That’s on Sharon, taking advantage of you. Anyway, I cut her loose.”

“Wait, what?” Alicia asked. She’d stood back but now came alive. Sharon forgot she was there. Now Lynne stood back up.

“Sharon, please! I really care about you and I love you and I wasn’t lying to you. But we’re on a different life path! I’m going where you just can’t follow. Please understand that.”

Understanding. A sick and cruel mistress was understanding! Because she did. She understood all too well. And they were on different paths. Lynne’s, and the crappy path. An empty life, fighting for a failing system in a world that didn’t give a shit. She nodded through her tears. “Focus, Sharon!” Frank’s bark seeped through the haze in her ears.

But Audrey stood there, transfixed and shaking. She had tears in her eyes. Reggie’s hand, though, remained firmly in control of death. What made the pheromone effect stop? Did it wear off? Not for hours, at least. Not in a few minutes. “Nurse Theresa Plimp,” she said, from nowhere. Slowly.

“Banging Doc Ryan, right in front of you too?” Lynne answered.

“They didn’t even make any babies!” Audrey sobbed. “They got away with it! They got away with everything!”

“You can’t catch them all. Even if they never see you coming, you can’t catch them all. Not now.”

“I can try!” Audrey screamed, but the fight left her even as she stood there. “I have to try! They killed me!” she sobbed. “I’m dead inside! There’s no Audrey left!”

“Then who am I talking to? A pokey man?” Audrey laughed a little. It had to be some ancient history joke. “Don’t go over to the dark side. Take my hand. Walk out with me. We are our own future. I’ve got a car. No tracers. Really, a cop car? You’re lucky they didn’t get here sooner.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Too late, both of you!” Frank grinned. There were sirens coming. It had only been a few minutes. It seemed longer. “We’ll deal with you, Lynne. Right now, this is all forgivable. Just walk away.”

“Come with me.” Lynne held her hand out. Audrey’s shook as she took it. But she turned to Reggie.

“Be a dear and hold that position until you feel like not. But shoot if they try to stop us,” she said.

“Frank, no!” Sharon screamed as he suddenly lunged. Reggie twitched. Frank was larger than both girls put together. The blur that followed was hard to follow.

Lynne jumped cat-like into the air and kicked his hand, knocking Frank’s gun away. So she knew some Karate. But in a swift move no one saw coming, she punched his chest hard enough Sharon could hear the cracking, then grabbed his collar and crotch and picked the man up like a doll. She might have thrown him against Reggie and doomed Carly to an early death, but she threw him against the front door. He hit it and fell on his head, gasping and wheezing to breathe around his broken ribs.

Sharon stared. Lynne offered a wan smile. “Isometrics. Try edging for eighty-five years and see if you don’t get tense.” She bent her neck up to give Sharon a final kiss. “Goodbye. I’m sorry.”

“Come visit sometime,” Sharon blurted out. “Drop in. Please. Someday.”

“Sure.”

“Sharon! Don’t you let them leave!” Frank rasped. “Sharon!”

There was a back door. Audrey followed Lynne, or Brit, out and away. Sharon watched her life leave her. But it wasn’t over. Reggie still stood there, eyes flickering wildly. His gun was still pressed to the woman’s mouth. There was shouting outside. The squeal of tires on a hard brake. They were charging in too fast.

“Stand down!” she tried to scream. “Reggie, no!”

[Claire]

I actually wanted to read a little more today, but I stopped after chapters 6 and 7 because reading and commenting on some other stories took moretime than expected. I want to give you a small comment nevertheless.

I'm personally not fond of the violence in chapter 6, but I like the trope of the cute looking unassuming character actually being the most dangerous one. I find that mismatch between appearance and threat level always appealing. Also, I think I'm starting to understand the title of the story.

And most important: Congratulations on actually finishing the challenge. I couldn't do it. I'm impressed!

[SoftGameHunter]

Epilogue


Frank Simpson

“Making the world safe for raping,” Frank said, lifting his glass. “I’ll drink to that.” He tossed it back. Bourbon. McEvans had a good selection. Too bad Frank sat at home. His dining room table was the bar, but even that was too far away. He brought the bottle to his chair, re-watching Alicia Jenner’s latest special. It was almost two weeks old now. She wasn’t worth pining over. That wouldn’t stop him.

“With the spate of rape-murders over, Metroland is overcome with relief,” she said on the screen. “Or are we? How many of us spent the year sitting and casually wondering if those ‘other’ crimes affected us? How many women worried about the inconvenience of being raped even as bloodied bodies of other victims piled up? Was it always someone else? Was it not part of our lives? We’ll look tonight at the aftermath of the end of the spree, talking to metro police, and try to ask and answer the question: did anything change?”

Frank imagined everyone could see the fatigue in her eyes. He did. Her hard-charging ways seemed replaced by stubborn slogging. Maybe it was her new cameraman, a loan from the station. Maybe her personal assistant wasn’t up to Christy’s standards. She hadn’t done a special since. Apparently, she was too busy dumping Frank for good.

It was good while it lasted but let’s not kid ourselves. Great sex doesn’t make a relationship and I was checked out after our first night. Yes, it was amazing! But we too are on different life paths. I think I’m done with this career path too. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep looking into the maw like that. I’m done with Metroland. I’m just done. I won’t rule out a future quicky if we cross paths, but please don’t pursue me. It’s over.

He had the words of her final note memorized quickly, once. Being a detective required fast mental agility. But like any evidence in a cold case, it faded. Did she say she wouldn’t rule out a quicky or that she was ruling it out? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he wanted the version he remembered. It didn’t really matter. He wanted her open to it so if it happened, he could kick her to the curb.

That was a scenario. Alicia, at his doorstep, begging to come in. Begging to take her clothes off for him. Begging for sex. He’d let her in. He’d let her take her clothes off. Then he’d kick her out the front door and toss her clothes out a different window. In ten or fifteen minutes. That would be fun. MPD wouldn’t even file that complaint no matter how famous she was. He smiled. Yeah, she shouldn’t rule out a quicky. But he would.

She was up on the screen. No one could see the fatigue in her eyes. But he did. Only he knew Alicia Jenner that well. He downed another shot and made a call.

“Hey, Lydia. It’s Frank Simpson,” he said as the voice talked. “Yeah. Come over to my house.”

Sharon Price

Aiding and abetting. “Alright, Sharon, you know the drill,” sergeant Morris sneered. “Strip!”

She stared back at him with her jaw hanging open. “I should have a female officer!” she protested.

“You are one. Now strip!” He stood up. Corporal Hicks was already standing. “Don’t make this hard. It’s happening.”

They weren’t kidding. She’d been fingerprinted and photographed. But now she stood there in the cold tile room with two of her former underlings. Was it worth mentioning she wasn’t a cop anymore? She was not a female officer. Should she give them an opening to make another disgusting remark. She tried to keep it together though her every bodily instinct was to scream or to hyperventilate. Off came the buttons. The blouse. Everything followed in the usual way. Even male copes stripping an inmate got torqued out of shape if she went in the wrong order. In a minute she stood there stark naked between them.

Normally it would be to Hicks to do the search, but Morris claimed his right, lifting each of her breasts to check under them. Maybe she had a revolver hidden in there. “Open!” He shined the light in her mouth. “Let’s see under the tongue,” he said. “Oh, that’s a fine tongue, Sharon. Lift it up. Let’s look underneath. Yeah, stretch it. Get a lot of exercise with that tongue?”

“I guess doing a hundred laps takes on a whole new meaning with women like her!” Hicks blurted out. Morris began laughing, and slapped her ass. Sharon yelped just a little but stood there with her hands on her head as her dignity died an undignified death. Did dignity die any other kind?

His frisk-down came next, feeling for bulges under non-existent clothing. Her back and side and abs had no drugs. No weapons. He skipped to her legs next, saving up for dessert. He did stroke his hands along her thighs, though. So he was a leg man.

“Part ‘em,” he said, crouching down in front of her. “Do some squats for me, Sharon. Come on, down you go.”

“Please stop doing it like this!” she finally blurted out.

“Talking back? Are you giving me lip?” Morris asked.

“Not the good kind,” Hicks added.

“Shut up, kid. You giving me lip, Sharon?”

“I didn’t know you hated me! Why are you doing it this way?”

“Spread ‘em and squat, prisoner!”

Failure to secure information technology. Morris’s ungloved fingers were cold. Rumor had it he stuck his hand in the lunchroom freezer before searching some of the women being booked. She gasped, but his fingers weren’t that cold. They were rough, thick, unmanicured, and too many in number to be up inside her. She gasped and cried out but kept her hands on her head as expected.

“Relax, Sharon. Ain’t like we’re raping you,” he said as he rooted around inside her vaginal cavity, looking for drugs. What did he expect, a missile launcher? “Anyway, no hiding you’re having a good time!”

“She’s wet, isn’t she? Isn’t she?” Hicks sneered. It was so gross.

Sharon knew both men. They weren’t her enemies. They weren’t nasty. It was a game of bad cop bad cop. But did they have to enjoy it so much? She cried out as something scraped along inside her. But he finally withdrew. “Cough! Again!” She coughed up nothing, top or bottom.

“Alright, Sharon. Give us a turn around and bend over. Take your hands off your head and part those cheeky cheekies for us.”

Engaging in sexual relations with an active case witness. “Please, I’m begging you! I bought your daughter’s cupcakes!” she cried. She winced and yelped as his now-gloved finger dove right up into her anus.

“Don’t you mention my little girl you degenerate skank!” he snarled. “Don’t you say a goddamned word.”

“I’m sorry!”

Hicks slapped her face. “That’s two goddamned words! You don’t listen so well.”

“She’s clean,” Morris said. “So to speak. No reason to poke around in that cavity any longer than I have to.”

“Alright, it’s shower time,” Hicks said. “Get moving.”

Sharon couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. They should have given her a robe or towel to walk her to another room. There was nothing to gain by asking. They’d just beat on her. It was a big shower with lots of nozzles for mass processing, but she was alone. She could have ended up in the men’s showers, but she knew damn well it wasn’t for her benefit that they didn’t. They just didn’t want to share with the cons.

Endangering a witness in a hostage standoff. She cried out as the cold water hit her. It came out at only one warm temperature. There was nothing to adjust. But they were supposed to run it first to clear the pipes. “Quit your bitching. We know you love it,” Morris sneered as he watched. “Scrub yourself. Soap and delousing. Don’t make us do it to you!”

So she stood there, facing them both. Rubbing soap on her body. Lathering up and rinsing off. Delousing. Rinsing off. When it ended, she stood there dripping all over. There should have been a towel. She didn’t ask for one.

It was a long, wet walk again to the women’s holding area. No longer was she alone. They had women in the cells. Drunks. Recent arrests. Strung outs. Angry ones. Scared. Raging. Deranged. All wore identical jail garb, but Sharon still had nothing as they led her to one of the cells and opened it. “Get on in, officer Price,” Morris finally said, shoving her forward into the ten by ten with three other women. The door clanged shut. The first of many. Her lawyer told her she was looking at seven years. With good behavior.

Finally, Hicks threw a jail one-piece in through the bars. It landed on the floor between her and a tough chola with tattoos and facial scars. “Later,” he said.

She locked eyes with the other woman. “Did he call you officer?” the woman asked with a scowl that had to hurt.

Alicia Jenner

Alicia couldn’t hold back her tears, and she wept openly despite the humiliation of it. She wasn’t just going to be raped. She was going to be wrecked. She stood in the middle of five men in the sterile room. No furnishings. No nothing but her and her captors. “They’re going to notice I’m gone!” she cried. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t. Everyone knows about you!”

Doctor Saler grinned. “Larry?”

“Yeah, no,” Larry Leclerk said. “No, no. We’ve covered our tracks, Alicia. We had to burn a lot of bridges, and we’re down, but we aren’t out.”

“You will be! Please, you just can’t do this. I’m a public figure.”

“Your public figure is very nice,” Larry said, eyeing up and down her nude body. He turned to the orderly. “She’ll need to be shaved on her crotch. Set up a full depilation.”

“Got it,” the man said.

“No! Oh god, no!” Alicia sobbed. There was no controlling it. She had to be three floors underground. Would anyone notice? What had they done? The last thing she remembered was going to bed.

“Come along, Alicia. There’s no sense in wasting time,” Saler said. Doctor Scheiner opened the door to the short hallway beyond, lit up in bright fluorescent white. The orderly pushed her forward. The nurse was no help. She kept a grip on Alicia’s left arm. At least she got to wear clothes.

“Look at it this way,” Scheiner said as she took a dozen isolated individual steps towards her fate. Her doom. “Maybe someday. Some year. In the next life. But maybe you’ll have a hell of a story to report. We know you know about Revenant. It’s not being buried. In fact, we’re restarting it. With you!”

“No! No! You can’t! I don’t want this!”

“Now, now, doctor Scheiner. Don’t tell tall tales to our reporter lady friend. That is not entirely true,” Saler said as he opened the door to the terrifying AMA non-compliant exam and testing room beyond. There were two full gynecological chairs set up, complete with restraints of the highest caliber, IV drips, tubes, machines that go beep, drains in the floors, and screaming. “You’re not the first. You get a roommate to share your blissful orgasmic ecstasy with.”

Alicia screamed, seeing the woman strapped down naked to one of the chairs. Her legs were splayed apart with tubes running into her vagina. Sweat covered her body. She strained at her bonds as her body shook and jerked like a jackhammer with a bad bearing. The muffling gag muted her cries as she was pushed into either infinite joy or infinite frustration. Red puffy eyes still greeted Alicia though.

“You know Helen Schaefer, your new best friend,” Saler said as he put his mask on. “Let’s get you started. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”


The end of everything that matters

[Shocker]

I’m looking forward to reading it in its entirety. Right now I’m wowed about this being complete in less than 30 days.

[SoftGameHunter]

I’m looking forward to reading it in its entirety. Right now I’m wowed about this being complete in less than 30 days.

I look forward to seeing everyone's best possible output. Sprint as hard as you need. I can wait for readers. I'll be thankful for them in time for next year's Thanksgiving.

[RapeU]

That was certainly a ride. It's somewhat of a strange future that's not exactly a dystopia but not far from one either. I'm not fully sure what to make of it other than to say I did enjoy some of the sexual situations. The lesbian parts were great. Some of Frank's sex scenes were good too, though for some reason raping the tech girl in his own office seemed out of place. But maybe that's just because I was reading the whole thing in one sitting late at night.

[SoftGameHunter]

That was certainly a ride. It's somewhat of a strange future that's not exactly a dystopia but not far from one either. I'm not fully sure what to make of it other than to say I did enjoy some of the sexual situations. The lesbian parts were great. Some of Frank's sex scenes were good too, though for some reason raping the tech girl in his own office seemed out of place. But maybe that's just because I was reading the whole thing in one sitting late at night.

Well I have two replies to that, and they should be mutually exclusive even though they aren't. The first is that I was trying to show Frank's slow and lingering breakdown of control. His immersion in the type of violent rape he was put in charge of investigating was breaking down his mental and moral barriers to engaging in what a lot of men already did, and he was so frazzled he even did it right there in the office, predicting Lydia would be too flustered to take action. The second is that I was running out of steam so I stuck a rape scene in the story. I wasn't even planning Lydia any harm when I first inserted her, but she existed and had a positive personality, so she had to pay for that.

[RapeU]

Running out of steam makes complete sense. I was probably feeling that vibe when reading it. I think if you wait another day or two you can tweak it a little bit to make it seem like it fits. Doesn't need much, probably no more than a few sentences to a paragraph.