SERIAL DICKING

SERIAL DICKING

Penny Anderson awoke to her cell phone ringing. Groggily she grabbed it, flipping the lid.

“Anderson,” she groaned.

“We got another one, Victoria Hotel, room seven fourteen.”

“Aw shit,” she hissed. “I’ll be right there.” She hung up and jumped from the bed and into the bathroom. She stood at the toilet and let go a nice piss as she reached to start the shower.

A half hour later she was pulling up in front to the hotel. Flashing her badge she worked her way through all the cops and crime scene investigators running around. The elevator stank of stale booze and piss. The hotel was well known for its hour nap rates as well as a place for druggies and down and outers to stay.

The ancient elevator finally reached the seventh floor and Penny strode down the hallway, following the loud voices of the investigators.

Entering, the room was a mess. There was cum everywhere, mixed with blood and guts.

Penny tapped Joan, her partner on the shoulder. “Oh, hi. Take a look around,” she said. “But don’t slip on the cum.” Penny nodded and carefully worked her way around the scene.

The dead woman was lying on the bed, her mouth still filled with blood and guts. From experience, Penny knew the coroner would find her pelvic bone broken in two, her insides literally pounded to much or reamed out her mouth by something massive.

This was the third crime in the last six weeks in this small city. Penny was pissed. She and Joan had checked all leads so far. No sex offenders, no recent parolees in the area, no friends or relatives of the victims related to the crime.

The state crime lab had got a DNA profile from the two other crimes that matched the perp. Penny knew this would be the same for this crime. Same M.O., same mess. Even the same type woman. ‘Shame,’ thought Penny. ‘She was attractive.’

“How soon for a report on the scene?” she asked Frank, the head crime scene investigator.

He shrugged. “Dunno. We’ll be here most of the night. Maybe by Wednesday. And it’ll be a preliminary one. There’s a shit load of evidence here.” Penny nodded and carefully walked over to Joan.

“What do you think?”

“Looks like our girl,” Joan said, surveying the sickening scene one more time. “Come on, let’s see if anyone heard anything.” Penny followed her partner out of the room and down the hall.

They walked over to a patrolman who was talking with a pajama clad woman in the hallway.

“Did you hear anything?: Joan asked the older woman.

“Hell ya. God awful sounds.”

“Can you describe these sounds?” Penny asked.

“Screams, mostly. But like painful screams.” Joan eyed Penny and nodded.

“Officer, take her information. We might want to talk with her later.” The women went downstairs. Joan noted a small camera in the corner near the front door, pointing toward the elevators. Dialing her cell phone she called her superior to ask for a court order to get the tape or disk of the recording. She hung up satisfied. The cool air of the night was a pleasant relief from the sickening stuffiness of the crime scene.

“Let’s grab some coffee,” Penny offered and led Joan by the arm to an all night diner down the street.

Even at two a.m., the place was busy. The women found a booth and sat. A waitress was on them immediately, offering menus and pouring the steaming nectar into the mugs on the table.

“You hungry?’ Joan asked Penny. “I mean, after what we saw?”

“Actually I am. I’ll have the number three, scrambled with wheat toast,” Penny said to the waitress.

“I-I don’t want anything but the coffee, thanks.” The waitress walked off.

Joan leaned across the table. “These crimes are creeping me out.”

“Me too. But I’m sure we’ll catch her. She’s getting more sloppy.”

“It’s not the crime per se. It’s just that, well, she’s one of us,” Joan groaned softly.

“Yeah, kinda hard to believe that she’d be involved in this. Look Joan,” Penny said and placed her hand over her partners. “That shouldn’t matter. Just like every religion, creed, color and gender, ours is now fully integrated, for good or for bad.”

Joan slumped back in the hard booth. “I just can’t believe it. I mean, we’re supposed to be the perfect ones.”

“That’s all hype, mostly by the media. Sure we got everything, male and female. But what they don’t talk about is that everyone is different, whether normal or like us.”

“I know. But it’s just so hard to believe.”

The food came and Penny devoured the meal eagerly. Joan sipped her coffee thoughtfully. “Listen, if she’s as big as we think she is, why can’t we find her? I mean, she would be a sensation in our circles.”

Penny looked at her as a thought emerged. “You’re right. We’re not looking in the correct places. I think we need to start hitting the dive bars, the unlicensed strip clubs. You know, those warehouses on the east side.”

“Hey, you got something. Yeah, that’s sounds as good a place to go as any I guess.”

Penny finished her food and wiped her mouth. “Let’s get some shut eye and we’ll start tomorrow evening.”

Joan finished her cup of joe and tossed some bills on the table. Walking back to their cars Penny turned. “You want to come over?”

Shrugging, Joan nodded. “I’ve got enough clothing over at your place to wear something tomorrow.”

Penny led her partner to her apartment.

The sound of the bed bouncing was the only loud noise in the darkened bedroom. Soft grunting and gasping could barely be witnessed by the neighbors. Penny’s twelve thick inches was working Joan’s tight cunt hard, squelching pussy pudding out around the magnificent shaft. Joan’s own slim thirteen inches was seeping pre cum onto her belly steadily.

“I love fucking you,” Penny labored to whisper between thrusts.

Joan just caressed her lover’s head and worked her hips up to meet the thrusts. With a hesitant whine, Joan hit her first cum, sending liberal amounts of snatch sauce around Penny’s plunging pole. The extra lubrication helped Penny to actually fuck harder into her partner.

The feelings were incredible to Joan. Leaning her head back onto the pillow she felt her eyes roll back as another strong orgasm raced through her body, tensing every muscle she had.

“Yeah, squeeze me hard,” Penny panted as she worked her cock through her partner’s snatch sails, bottoming out deep inside Joan’s gut. Again Joan whined, grasping Penny’s arms tightly as she rode her cum to a spot seeing conclusion.

Penny now began to jerk faster and soon deposited a large load of girl goo into her partner and friend. The coming sleep was welcomed and peaceful.

The clock radio clicked on at eight to a news radio station. The whiney voice of Carol Bennett, the morning drive time host, droned on about police inaction as to the third grisly murder. She even complained about the lack of information the police was supplying the press.

“I mean, was it a gun shot? Or beating? Our police chief is a coward in my mind not to tell us all the details. I mean, we could help to find the guy,” Carol reasoned to her microphone and audience.

Penny stirred first, stretching and kissing Joan good morning.

“Turn that bitch off,” Joan groaned, rolling out of the bed. Penny hit the off button and giggled.

“She really gets under your skin, huh?”

“I’d like her to get off that big ass of hers and really do something for this town instead of yap yap yap about the problems. She’s so fucking annoying.”

“Yeah well, most of those commentators are I guess.” Penny stretched and stood.

“Let’s get a shower then some breakfast. I’m famished.”

“You eat like a horse.”

“Yeah, and you feel like one.” The shower went quickly with just a bit of fooling around.

As they entered their office Captain Jackson was waiting for them. “You got anything yet?” he asked in his deep voice.

“Not yet sir. Possible leads we want to follow up on, though,” Joan explained.

“Fine. I’m feeling a lot of pressure from the mayor’s office and I don’t like that. I’m trusting you two to figure this thing out. If you can’t, I need to know right now.”

“We can do it sir,” Penny said genuinely. Jackson nodded and stood.

“Good. I want you to. Good luck. If you need ANYTHING, you talk to me personally.”

“Any news on that court order for the security camera footage?” Penny asked.

“I’ve got a call in to the DA. Hopefully we can get something after lunch.” With that he walked out.

Penny plopped down in her chair and sighed. “I wish we really had something concrete to go on.”

“Hey, sometimes you have to go on guts. We’ll figure it out. Let’s go over some of the details from the other two murders. Maybe we missed something.”

For several long and tedious hours they reread reports and discussed the cases. It didn’t take a genius to figure out a girl with a very HUGE cock did the crime. And they had the DNA profile but no one in AFIS matched the evidence.

“You know, all we have to do is match that DNA to one of the 175,000 people in this city.”

“Assuming it was someone FROM the city. It could be anyone,” Joan said, tossing her pen on the pile of paperwork and rubbing her strained eyes. “Let’s get some coffee.”

It didn’t take long to get the caffeine rush going and they began to plan their adventure that evening. Talking with the vice squad they got a wealth of information as to the illegal clubs, bars and bordellos around town. With their sources they got addresses of the constantly moving clubs.

Using a large city map they worked out their plan. First up, was the illegal club on Oak Street just past 55th Avenue along the railroad tracks.

Working with vice they had back up ready in case of trouble. It was just an old warehouse but these thugs rented all over town selling stolen booze and having fully nude dancers up on stage which in this city was illegal. They got several hundred dollars petty cash and began their trek around town.

With Kevlar vests on under large sweat shirts, they drove over. Flashing a twenty got them inside and to pay for a three drink minimum.

“You realize this is gonna cost us plenty,” Penny said over the booming music. Joan barely heard it as she watched the hotly built and very fake assets on the dancer working the stage. Still, her cock began to thicken and slither down her thigh.

“Now don’t get weird on me. I see that look,” Penny chided.

Joan shot the finger to her partner jokingly. They ordered beers and had all six set on the table, paying the aged topless waitress with a few dollars tip. Flashing a printed picture discreetly she asked the aged woman if she had seen any of the three victims in the image. The older woman shook her head and walked off to another table.

“How long are we gonna stay?” Penny said, leaning across the table. Joan shrugged.

“Let’s just observe a bit.” Both detectives carefully watched the girls on stage and the customers. This went on for about twenty minutes. Finally downing the first beer, Joan and Penny left the establishment.

With Joan driving and their tail not far behind and in radio contact, they drove to another illegal club, this time just a bar/dance place. Again, flashing a twenty got the two attractive detectives inside.

A very young and bubbly waitress sauntered over to them at a stand up table. Again Joan showed the three women in the photograph to her. And again, a shake of the head.

‘Dammit,’ Joan thought. Another thirty minutes and they were out of there.

In the car, Joan was driving. “This is getting us fucking no where,” Penny spat. “And I’m so wet right now.”

“Look, we need to do this. It’ll help us move on in this investigation.”

“Yeah? Well what if that bitch isn’t out tonight? Ever think of THAT?” Penny retorted angrily.

“You’re right. I don’t know. And neither do you. So button it up and deal with it.”

“Fuck you,” Penny mumbled, her frustration getting the better of her.

“I’m not the enemy here Penny,” Joan said, trying to control her rage at her partner.

“Whatever.”

The night ended with nada. Penny felt they wasted their time. Going home alone Joan chalked it up to another difficult case.

The next morning they were back at mapping out their route for the evening. Vice got word of a rage party so Joan thought that could be a good place to go. Penny disagreed. They argued about it before Joan told her partner she was going whether she had Penny with her or not.

‘Bitch,’ Penny thought. “Fine, I’ll hit some of the other clubs while you waste your fucking time going to a teen party.”

The department supplied four cops, two for each detective as back up. Joan made her hair up in two braids, trying to look younger. Paying the forty bucks she got in and was offered every kind of illegal drug. Turning them down she walked among the stupid teens, many so fucked up that they didn’t know where they were. Shaking her head she worked the undulating crowd to the intensely loud heavy metal music. She was looking for any woman that might be hiding a very big cock. Mostly she saw very short skirts or shorts holding only pussy.

Penny went through three different clubs, one actually legal. But didn’t notice any bulging women in any of them. She only got hornier.

The next day was strained. Penny was pissed off with Joan’s decisions. Although Joan was her superior, she felt she had enough experience to put her two cents worth into the mix.

“Listen, we’re not getting anywhere,” she offered.

“Okay. Just where would you like to look?”

“I don’t KNOW! And neither do you.”

Joan wiped her forehead in frustration. “Listen. I’m trying to direct us on an investigation that might turn us toward something so BACK OFF!”

Penny almost pouted as she sat there, waiting for words of wisdom from her partner.

With frustration, Joan left the office and headed to the kitchenette for more coffee. ‘That fucking cunt,’ she thought.

Another round of places to visit that night didn’t make things better. Joan chose the illegal places and Penny went to licensed strip clubs.

As Penny finished her first beer she witnessed a woman enter wearing a flowing skirt that hid anything she might have. She looked like a large woman, full breasts and a spare tire about her belly.

Covertly, Penny called Joan to come over to the legal strip club. Another twenty minutes and her partner was sitting at the table.

With a nod she asked Penny to show her the possible suspect. It was a brunette sitting at a far table in the corner. She had dull brown hair tied into a long ponytail. Her long skirt hid any evidence of a true dick girl. Joan took an extra second to remember the face. After two more dances the duo left the club and drove back to the station to write up their failures so far and to check off the places they’d been to. Then they went home.

The next morning found Joan sitting in front of the computer, staring at the city badge on the desk top. “Do you know who she might be?” asked Penny.

“No idea.” Filtering through the open office door was someone’s desk radio tuned to that damned whiney bitch Carol Bennett.

“God I hate that woman,” Joan growled.

On a whim she went to the news radio website. Surfing through the garbage she got to the hosts. And low and behold she got a picture of Carol Bennett that looked awfully like the dowdy woman they saw in the club.

“Look at this Pen. What do you think?” Joan offered.

“Hey, that sure looks like the woman we saw.”

“I thought so too. Let’s see what she has to say.”

They drove over to the news station downtown. Flashing their badges got them into the elevator and up to the twenty second floor. Staffers of the station were busy on calls, on the computer and gabbing away, all this noise over that grating voice of Carol Bennett trashing her last caller for being a ‘moron’.

Walking up to the receptionist, Joan showed her badge. “Wow, a cop. What can I do you for?”

“When does Ms. Bennett get off the air?”

The receptionist looked over at the wall clock. “She’s off at nine. Another twenty minutes or so. You want me to let her know you’re here?”

“No, we’ll wait,” Penny said. “Mind if we look around?”

“Sure, go ahead. Carol’s office is down the hall, second door on the left.”

The two detectives mosied on down the hall and entered the office. It was small, packed with framed awards and articles written about her. “Geez, she’s full of herself, isn’t she?” Penny murmured.

Photos of the famous and infamous were all over the walls with Carol Bennett’s mugging puss prominently framed up. Joan studied the pictures, looking for any signs of her being a dick girl. Though mostly wearing over large clothing, Joan figured that spare tire about her middle HAD to be her cock. And a BIG cock at that.

Through the speaker system around the office area both women could hear Carol droning on and on about the politicians and police in the city. Joan felt her anger rise as she clenched her fists tightly.

Penny began to open the desk drawers, sifting through all the accumulated junk and paperwork. She found nothing of importance.

After a commercial break, Carol came back on offering her take on the slow progress of the current murder case.

“You want anything to drink?” Penny asked. Joan shushed her and listened.

“If our police were as good as they think they are they’d have this thing sewn up by now. Those poor women deserve to have the case solved. What gets me is all the secrecy. What is so important that the rest of us can’t know? They still haven’t given the press any details on the murders, only saying it was gruesome. We see stuff like this on TV all the time with crime dramas and in the movies. I guess it’s a good thing they weren’t screwed to death or we’d be seeing it all over the internet.”

Joan and Penny stared at each other. “Oh my God,” Penny murmured.

“So I ask the Police and the Mayor to come forward so we can help. That’s what citizenship is all about. Well, the clock on the wall say’s I’m done here. I’ll be back at five in the morning. Talk with you then,” she said as her lousy theme music came up.

“Well, we should ask her a few questions now,” Penny said.

“Yeah. You brought the swab kit?”

Penny pulled out the sealed package. “Good. We’ll see if her citizenship is as good as she thinks it is.”

Two minutes later Carol Bennett entered her office. “So what do I owe the honor?”

Joan strained to smile. “Ms. Bennett, we have a few questions.”

“Oh? About what?” she said casually and sat at her desk.

“The murders of those women you claim we can’t solve,” Joan stated sarcastically.

“I don’t know anything about them. I’ve been TRYING to get you folks involved in solving the case.”

“Well, we’d like you to help out, you know, good citizenship and all that,” Penny retorted.

Sighing, Carol sat back and folded her arms about her large breasts. “What do you want to know?”

“Married?”

“Divorced.”

“Children?” Penny asked.

“What the fuck do CHILDREN have to do with this case?”

“We’re just trying to feel you out, see that your solid is all,” Joan explained. She was enjoying seeing Ms. Bennett uncomfortable.

“You know what?’ Carol said and stood. “I’m lawyering up. You may speak with my solicitor about this. I have nothing to say.” She stormed out of the office.

“Well, that went well,” Penny noted wryly.

“Actually it’s good. She knows something.”

“You think she really is involved?’

“Maybe, maybe not. But asking about her children, if she has any really stung her. There’s something there.”

“She looked scared.”

“I saw that too. Come on, let’s try and get her to talk.”

After finding Carol in the women’s bathroom, they stood outside the stall waiting for the woman to finish her business. After flushing the toilet she exited to be met by the two detectives leaning against the sinks.

“Oh come on. Leave me alone. I’m not talking.”

“It was a simple question really. Do you have children? Why is that such a problem?” asked Penny.

“Because it’s none of your business. Now move,” she said, forcing Penny away from the sink. She washed her hands, grabbing a few paper towels to dry them.

“We can just do the research to get the answers if you wish.”

Fed up she threw the wadded paper towels in the waste basket and turned toward the detectives. “I’ve got a boy and a girl. Okay?”

“Thank you. So you want to tell us why you were so adamant about telling us that?”

Carol’s lip trembled and she covered her face in her hands. Her bawling was annoying just like her voice but the two women felt she needed to get it out. After a minute, Carol washed her face and dried it.

“Let’s go to my office.”

Carol told the detectives about her twenty year old daughter Cherry. She’d gotten into narcotics and was now out on her own, having been thrown out of the house by her mother.

“We saw you at a strip club last night.”

“I’ve been trying to find her. I know she haunts those places. I have her cell number but she never answers my messages.”

With a look to Joan, Penny pulled out the sealed DNA swab kit. “We would like to take a swab of your saliva for test purposes.”

“I told you I didn’t do any of those murders.”

“But maybe Cherry did. And with mitochondrial DNA we might be able to prove or disprove your daughter’s involvement.”

Trembling, Carol nodded slightly. Penny did the swab professionally, putting the cotton swab tip into the sterile plastic holder and pocketing it.

“Thank you for that. Now, we need to know something. Are you a futa?”

“What does THAT have to . . . . oh fuck it. YES.”

“May we see?” Penny asked softly. “We’re like you.”

Standing, Carol lifted her loose blouse, revealing her cock wrapped about her surprisingly fit tummy THREE times, held in with a complicated strap system.

“WOW!” Penny and Joan said in unison.

“And I’m assuming Cherry has . . .” Joan said, indicating with her hand the massive appendage.

“Bigger,” Carol said and sat.

“You’ve been honest with us so far so we’ll be honest with you but this news goes NO further than this office. Deal?” Joan asked.

“Um, sure.”

“The women were literally fucked to death. Their insides were brutalized, dying from internal bleeding or suffocation, the coroner couldn’t really tell.”

“Oh my God,” Carol whispered.

“Though we are like you and your daughter, we haven’t encountered anyone so large. And if Cherry is even bigger than you, we can only reason she MIGHT be the killer.”

“No, Cherry wouldn’t do that. I mean, I know she’s angry and with a bad crowd but she was so sweet as a kid. I tried to raise my kids with strong morals, you know?”

“Let us continue the investigation. We would love to talk to your daughter though.”

“So would I,” Carol half laughed. “She doesn’t call back.”

“Well, let’s come up with something. You have any elderly relatives that might have a little money? You know, leave Cherry a message about said relative dying, leaving her, oh say, a couple thousand? If she’s into drugs, just think what a few thousand could buy her.”

“Yeah, my aunt Helga. She’s ninety seven and married well. Okay, I guess I could do it.”

“But don’t ask her to meet you at home. Make it a public place. And we’ll be there to talk with her.”

So the detectives witnessed the call. Getting Carol’s information and satisfied, they drove back to the station, dropping the swab collected from Carol in the lab. Captain Jackson corralled them and showed the overused VHS tape of the security camera. There was a lot of noise but the women agreed it wasn’t Carol.

“Could be Cherry though,” Penny offered.

“Maybe. Let’s wait for the DNA test.”

They gave their report to their captain about what they knew so far. After listening, he thought they should talk with the narc unit.

Detectives Ben Kroger and Neil Sampson listened and went over their notes. “The only dealer we know to have a large network is Keith LaVoie. He’s got girls all over town working for him.
“Have you ever heard of Cherry Bennett?”

“No, doesn’t ring a bell,” Ben said.

“What a minute. Yeah, that girl we picked up last week, Susan something. She mentioned a Cherry. Don’t know if it’s the same one though,” Keith stated.

“She still in custody?” asked Penny.

“Yeah, downtown. She’s got a rap sheet a mile long. Prostitution, drugs, petty theft. The girl is only twenty and she’s seeing at LEAST fifteen in prison.”

“Can you give us her arrest record?”

In the interview room of the state of the art city prison, Susan Sellers sat mute as Penny and Joan asked about Cherry.

Susan wasn’t saying anything. She sat there making like she was interested in the construction of the room.

“Susan, we need to know if the Cherry you know is Cherry Bennett.”

“Why?” Susan asked haughtily. Surprised to get any word from the young woman they smiled at each other.

“We think she murdered someone.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” asked Penny. “That’s all you can say?”

“Look, it comes with the business. You fuck up a deal or don’t pay what you owe, Cherry visits.”

Awed, Joan cleared her throat and leaned forward. “So she is an enforcer?”

Susan laughed out loud. “No you shit heads, she fucks them to death. They’re losers. Worthless shits that don’t pay for their junk. Who cares anyway?”

“We do. What ever those women were they didn’t deserve to be killed in such a gruesome way.”

Susan snorted. “I’m sure they enjoyed it for a while.”

Shaken to the core, Penny slid over a pack of cigarettes for the info and they both left.

Outside, the women each breathed deeply of the fresh air. “Wow. I can’t believe how cold she was.”

Joan called Captain Jackson with her update and asking for help with the narc squad to help find Cherry and the vicious group.

Penny called Carol and asked about Cherry calling. Grabbing Joan excitedly she listened carefully. “Yeah, I got it. We’ll see you soon.”

“What is it?” Joan asked.

“Cherry called back. She wants the money. They’re meeting up at Gene’s Sandwich shop on Denning and Main.”

“Wow. Let’s get some money from the station.” Racing through traffic, Penny was on the phone again with Captain Jackson, letting him know about what was happening and about the money. He agreed that Cherry would be suspicious if she didn’t see anything. He okayed the petty cash outlay. He also got several officers driving over in unmarked cars to the sandwich shop.

After rushing into the station and grabbing the money they were handed the print out from the lab. The DNA matched the crime scenes!

“YEAH!” Penny whooped as they raced back to their car.

Joan drove like a mad woman weaving in and out of city traffic, working their way to the meeting. Penny was on the phone making sure Carol got there early so they could give her the money.

Arriving an hour early, Carol and the detectives had a pow wow. Handing the cash over, they instructed her what to do, making sure not to anger Cherry. Joan made sure that they didn’t let Carol know about the DNA results yet.

With video cameras working from several locations, the meeting started. The decision was made from the top NOT to put a wire on Carol. Cherry was an experienced killer and would know to look. Though the meeting went quickly, the cops were on Cherry when she exited the eatery.

“Fuck off,” she said struggling. Joan and Penny were on her just as quickly. Snapping cuffs on the squirming girl they were met by several patrol cars as well as their back ups.

“Cherry Bennett, you are under arrest for the murders of Jenny Larder, Heidi Schroeder and Velma Timmons. You have the right to remain silent . . . . . . . “

Captain Jackson arrived and had a quick word with the two detectives. “So, this is Cherry?”

“Yeah. And that is Carol.” Carol walked over, her head hung in embarrassment.

“You realize that I’m going to fight this with everything I have.”

“That is your right under the constitution. She’ll get whatever defense she chooses, whether a PD or your own attorney,” Jackson instructed.

“There’s no way you can keep this under wraps?” Carol asked softly.

“It’ll be a public trial ma’am. I have no way to do that.”

Carol looked at the two women detectives with a pained look, turned and walked away.

After Carol drove away the mob of police turned in unison to the noise coming from the patrol car Cherry was sitting in. First the rear window was smashed open, a huge thick girl cock whipping back into the car. Next, the roof began to dent up as the raging girl used her massive dick as a battering ram. The thin steel began to tent up as Cherry kept using her hips to force her deadly pile driver up, actually causing a tear in the metal.

With the patrol car rocking violently, Cherry tried to get away any way she could. The back door windows were now smashed open on each side, the steel screen between the front and back seat buckled.

“Tazer her ass,” Jackson ordered. Two cops approached the car from each side, each with a charged weapon ready. Popping the lock from the front, the patrolmen wrenched the back doors open and shot Cherry, the needles entering her body, sending a combined 100,000 volts of painful energy into her now writhing body.

“Aaaarrrrggggghhhh,” Cherry gurgles as her body spasmed and fell longwise on the bench seat.

“Get a wagon here, right now,” Jackson yelled. “And shackle her feet. We’ve got to watch her until we can get her secured in a maximum security cell.”

Joan and Penny watched as the stunned girl allowed the two cops work to hog tie her. The girl’s cock was truly massive. Joan gulped at seeing it’s raw power and sheer size.

“Well, good work you two. I need you to write up your report then you can take the rest of the day off. We still have some interviewing to do and I want you there.”

“Yes sir,” Penny answered, her partner’s mouth dry as dirt.

“OH MY FUCKING GAAAWWWWDDD,” Penny screamed as Joan plowed her hardened cock into her partner’s body mercilessly. With all the pent up lust and anger, Joan really put it to that pussy. And Penny was LOVING it.

Dumping her load inside Penny with a house rattling scream, Joan rolled off and panted next to the almost catatonic woman.

“Can you believe we did it?”

Penny didn’t answer so Joan got up on an elbow and looked down. Penny’s eyes were wide and her breathing labored.

“You were thinking about Cherry’s cock, weren’t you.”

Penny giggled. “It was so BIG,” she gushed and gasped.

“Well, five feet of fuck flesh is definitely in the big category. I just couldn’t believe she used her cock to try and get away. That thing is dangerous.”

“She was thirteen inches THICK! God what those poor victims went through.”

“Yeah, pretty bad, I’m sure,” Joan said lying back down. “That erection of hers was pretty deadly.”

“Joan?”

“Yeah?”

“You think there are others out there like her?”

“Dunno. Probably. Why?”

Penny strained to get on an elbow and looked down at her partner’s glowing face. “I love you.”

Joan smiled, pulled Penny’s mouth down to hers and returned her love in a long and sensual kiss.

Awakened by the clock radio, Joan heard a news woman announce the arrest of Cherry.

“City police have arrested Cherry Bennett, the daughter of Carol Bennett, syndicated controversial commentator, for the three grisly murders starting six weeks ago. The alleged suspect was denied bail because of arguments from the district attorney’s office offering evidence of the suspect becoming a flight risk.”

Later that day, Joan and Penny, assistant DA Susan Fierro and Captain Jackson sat across from a heavy steel table with Cherry wrapped in a straight jacket and four officers standing behind her, pepper spray at the ready.

“Now, if you play ball and give us the rest of the gang, I have authority to offer you a deal.”

Cherry stared at each of them coldly, saying nothing.

“Right now, if we go to trial, you are looking at a life sentence with no parole,” Susan stated. “If you cooperate, I can promise fifteen years and out in seven.”

Cherry’s eyes narrowed. Joan knew the girl was thinking hard. Looking over at her Captain she turned back to the bound girl.

“Cherry, we want to help but you have to help us. Why hold out? Just what did your boss do that was so great?”

“Was it the drugs?” asked Penny.

“We can help you get off that junk, help turn your life around,” Joan said sincerely.

“And I can get you into the witness protection program if you are fearful of retaliation.”

A full minute passed before Cherry leaned forward. Everyone tensed. “What do you want to know?”

With Carol Bennett now praising the police for doing their job and nabbing a huge drug gang working in the city and around the state, she still felt bad about her daughter’s involvement.

Though not defending her own child’s behavior, she did begin to work hard to get kids off drugs. From a mouthy whiner to a fervent volunteer in the various anti drug groups actually made Carol bearable to listen too on the radio.

So when Joan and Penny, now living together woke up, their whole day seemed to go better, their attitudes on a higher plane. Life was certainly good for them right now.