Susie Learns the Hard Way (30 page)

‘Say you're sorry.'

‘I-I'm sorry,' Susie blurted, desperate to do or say anything that would offer respite.

‘Good,' said the Inspector, apparently appeased – for the moment. ‘Now say you're sorry you didn't let me kiss you properly.'

Susie decided it would be wise to go along with what the woman wanted. ‘I'm... I'm sorry I didn't... didn't let you kiss me,' she said meekly, pouting.

‘Excellent,' breathed the Inspector. ‘Now, kiss me properly.'

Susie looked up at her tormentor, her eyes wide and questioning.

‘I said kiss me,' insisted the Inspector, moving her feet slightly, opening her legs and urging the black silk mound towards Susie's flushed face.

Susie understood, and as much as she abhorred the idea, she knew resistance was futile, and so she leaned forward, feeling the heat rising from in front of her and the spicy smell grow stronger. Tentatively she closed her eyes and brushed the smooth material chastely with her lips. The Inspector permitted herself a sigh of contentment.

‘Good girl,' she murmured. ‘You're a very good girl. Are you ready to let me kiss you yet?' Susie didn't know what to say, but she was pretty sure that keeping quiet was as risky as saying the wrong thing. ‘Don't worry, my little one,' the Inspector answered for her. ‘I can find out for myself.'

As the Inspector raised the wicked little knife and lowered her eyes to Susie's lap, Susie trembled and felt the traitorous seepage once again wetting her underwear. Unable to move she watched as the Inspector reached down and pulled the waistband of her skirt away from her tummy, inserted the knife and neatly cut through the material, tracking down and away, cutting the skirt in two ragged halves so it fell away, leaving her thighs naked, with only the narrow V of her black knickers protecting her.

The Inspector stood, drinking in the delicious sight. ‘Very nice, my little chicken. Very nice indeed. Now let's see if you're ready. She knelt carefully between Susie's thighs and reached out one hand. Perched on the seat, cuffed and helpless, Susie felt exposed, uncovered, available. The Inspector's hand clasped firmly around the stretched gusset of Susie's knickers, feeling the enticing fullness and the warm juiciness, and then the heated entrance that opened to her gentle pressure.

‘Mmmm,' cooed the Inspector, as Susie sighed involuntarily.

The Inspector wormed her fingers under the elastic, gathered the sopping material into her palm, and pulled gently upwards so the narrow band of black cut gently between Susie's tender lips, separating, squelching audibly. Her evil eyes were fixed on the sight between Susie's legs as she pulled the material higher, until Susie was gasping, and then the knife flashed momentarily and the delicate underwear pinged apart. It flashed again and sliced easily through the elasticated waist. Gentle slithering sensations rippled between Susie's thighs and beneath her bottom and the remnants of her skirt and knickers were tugged free, so she was sitting there naked, apart from the tatters of her blouse and bra.

The Inspector caressed the inside of her thighs. Susie wanted to clamp her legs together, but the cuffs at her ankles prevented her. The fingers tickled as they crawled up between her legs and found their goal. They toyed with the delicate folds waiting their, slithered in the syrupy wetness, separated and probed, poised at the entrance to her body, creating stronger and stronger sensations of desire until Susie could not suppress the moan that escaped her slightly open mouth, could not prevent her thighs giving up the unequal struggle against the chains, could not help herself as she let them fall limply apart, opening, offering, inviting...

But the Inspector pulled away, giving her no satisfaction, making her emit a little sigh of frustration.

‘It's not that easy, my dear,' she said, and stood between Susie's legs, pressing her fingers into Susie's mouth so she tasted the slippery saltiness of her own arousal on her tongue.

‘Kiss me,' the Inspector commanded, and Susie leaned forward obediently, pressing her lips against the woman, smelling the perfume and the musk, feeling the thrill as the dry material suddenly became slippery satin as her tongue delved into where the Inspector was wet and waiting.

Bony fingers clasped Susie's head, holding her firm, and the Inspector leaned back, tilted her hips and gave Susie greater access, so she could press her tongue further up between the soft folds of material, feeling the warmth from within and the way the fabric slithered in the slick juices. Her tongue burrowed, and she felt the fresh flow of juices her actions were evoking as she tried to slide the tip of her tongue under the taut elastic and inside to the hot flesh beneath.

The inspector stood tall, pulling the mouthful away and out of Susie's reach.

‘You think you're ready now, but you're not,' she said. ‘There's a long way to go before you beg.' She turned to her briefcase. ‘Now, let me see...' She stared at her prey, considering, beady blue eyes glinting fiercely, and Susie saw her nipples harden and protrude.

‘I watched you from start to finish the other night,' she said. ‘You like it all, don't you...' Susie didn't think it was meant to be a question, and anyway, she didn't know how to answer, except with a truth she didn't want the Inspector to share. And her interpretation was right; the Inspector didn't wait for an answer before continuing. ‘It shouldn't be too difficult to find something to please you...' she mused, sorting through the contents of her briefcase, pulling things out and placing them to one side. First there was the leather face mask she'd worn the other night, and then some gloves, and chains, then a coiled whip, and the short leather riding-crop Susie remembered all too clearly. As the realisation of what was about to happen dawned, knotting the pit of her stomach and inducing a bewitching pulse between her legs, Susie's eyes widened.

‘Hah!' exclaimed the Inspector, contemptuously. ‘You needn't start feeling sorry for yourself. You're getting off a lot lighter than dear old Harry, poor sod.'

Susie was so preoccupied with her own predicament that she didn't really take in the full import of what the Inspector had said. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on the crop, travelling with it as the Inspector allowed herself two or three experimental cuts at the air. The thin hissing sound and the faint crack from the leather loop at the end made Susie flinch.

‘Ah, splendid. I see you remember this.' She rubbed it over her own body, tickling her nipples with the loop and then drawing it suggestively across the front of her black panties, dropping it between her thighs and pressing it lasciviously against the humid dampness. ‘Mmmm, yes...' she breathed, and then her arm jerked and the crop flicked out and laid a line of red along Susie's left breast, the tip stinging the nipple with deadly and painful accuracy.

‘Ow!' The shock and sudden pain caused Susie to buck on the chair.

‘Mmmm, hurts, doesn't it?' leered the Inspector, and she placed the leather loop gently between her own legs again, rubbing herself lewdly. Susie watched in dreadful fascination, but she hardly registered the movement of the wrist before the whippy leather traced its burning line across her other breast, searing the nipple as it landed.

‘Ow!' she yelped again, tugging on the chains that held her.

‘Mmmm...' purred the Inspector, and she pulled the waistband of her knickers aside, slipped the whip down inside, making it separate her soft flesh and tease between the folds. Her wrist was flexing, the shaft of the whip was bending and her free hand was pressing the front of her knickers, pressing the whip into her body. Susie watched the gyrations, at the obvious arousal that using the whip had created, and she was unprepared when the Inspector's arm moved in a blur and struck a blazing weal across her unprotected thighs.

‘Aaaaahhh!' Susie's scream was muffled by the small cell.

The Inspector's free hand was still pressed against the front of her knickers, clutching and digging. ‘Yes, that's good... very good,' she panted. ‘I think we'll save more of that for later.'

Susie breathed a small sigh of relief, although she knew it was only a postponement, not a cancellation.

‘I think,' the woman continued, ‘for the time being, we could use this – yes that's right, a regulation fourteen incher, a policeman's best friend... and especially a policewoman's, of course.'

Susie's eyes widened in disbelief. In off-duty moments like this the truncheon clearly had only one use. ‘No...' she said quietly, shaking her head, not wanting to accept the vile Inspector's intent. ‘No...'

‘But yes, my pretty,' mused the Inspector. ‘I just know you'll love it. It's come in extremely handy on long night duties, I can tell you,' and she began rolling it across her small breasts, rubbing it over her stomach and then between her legs, pressing it into the black strip of her knickers. ‘I've often laughed, using it to make arrests; if only they knew where it had been.' She smiled fondly for a fleeting second and then her face froze, as if in sudden pain. She gasped and shut her eyes, and it was only when Susie saw her hips starting to gyrate that she realised the Inspector was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, bordering on a climax.

In immediate confirmation she pulled the gusset of her knickers aside, revealing a slice of shiny wet pinkness, and then the blunt snout of the truncheon was there. It rested for a moment on the glistening folds, and then the pink mouth opened to receive it and it disappeared up inside. The inspector's wrist made circles beneath her groin and she sighed deeply as she worked the black shaft inside herself. Her bottom lip quivered and then her thighs clamped together, trapping hand and truncheon.

‘A policewoman's best friend...' she murmured dreamily, relaxing her thighs and sliding the truncheon luxuriously back into the open, the last four or five inches glistening in the harsh light.

Susie had never watched a woman in such isolation and detail before. It was an intensely erotic experience, the more so because the Inspector held her so completely in her power.

‘Here, you try,' she said, and held it under Susie's nose. Instinctively she shied and turned her head away.

‘Don't you dare do that,' snapped the Inspector, and the crop slashed onto Susie's thighs, making her cry out again. The Inspector offered the truncheon again. ‘Open wide,' said the Inspector. Susie hesitated. The crop cut down again, and as Susie opened her mouth to protest against the unfair assault the truncheon forged forward, stretching her lips and jaw, slippery and salty on her tongue, filling her completely.

‘Mmmmpphhh!' she groaned in dismay. But as quick as it had breached her it withdrew, though its taste was still in her mouth. The Inspector reached down, and Susie felt the bulbous wooden end bumping between her thighs, and then it was there, at her entrance. She was ready, the fear-dampened folds of flesh made wetter and slicker by watching the Inspector pleasure herself with the same truncheon, so that with a little pressure it glided easily into her, making her hold her breath until it was buried deep, and then she exhaled unsteadily. ‘Mmm...' she moaned, her back straight, her head held high and her eyes clamped tightly shut, the wooden stump wedged firmly inside her body. Through a haze of undeniable pleasure she waited, wondering what would happen next.

The Inspector started to stir her insides with the wooden shaft, but then Susie whispered her disappointment as it was pulled from her, leaving her empty and frustrated.

‘Too much of a good thing will spoil you,' the Inspector mocked. ‘And we wouldn't want to do that, now would we?' She gazed upon the wet staff, her nostrils flaring as she savoured Susie's fragrance on it, and then she touched it with the tip of her tongue, a little smile lifting her thin lips. She turned her attention back to Susie and studied her beauty again with voracious eyes. ‘But then again,' she whispered huskily, and the truncheon moved, nudged again between Susie's thighs, and docked against the soft lips at her entrance. Susie waited, wanting to be penetrated by the inert object, despite her loathing for the perpetrator of her abduction and bizarre seduction.

‘Yes...' she urged. ‘Yes, please...' and then the column moved again, and again, and each time it pressed further into her she moaned in unison. ‘Oh, oh, oh...' until it was spreading her sex lips tightly around its smooth girth and ploughing gradually into her, and she sighed with relief and delight.

But then the Inspector sniggered and the object of poor Susie's pleasure cruelly withdrew yet again.

‘Now it's my turn,' said the Inspector, standing astride Susie's hips, pulling her panties aside and pressing her shaven mound against Susie's confused face.

Susie could do nothing but comply as her senses were overwhelmed with the heat and taste and smell of the dominant woman. She prodded with her tongue, running it up into the humid valley, tasting the secretions that dribbled into her mouth. Searching, probing, questing, she explored the opening, and then found the small bud, which she rolled on the end of her tongue, feeling the Inspectors hips gyrate as the sensations swept through her. Susie knew exactly what to do and exactly what each reaction meant. Then something bumped under her chin and as she drew back a little she saw, an inch away, the round black nose of the truncheon as the Inspector lewdly wedged it up into her own sex, and then crammed her groin hard against Susie's perspiring face.