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Demon Detective Ch. 2
🕑 Added 2019-11-27 18:00:04 +0000 UTCHappy Thanksgiving guys.
Note: I know this repeats the "name shortening for writer convenience" point. I decided to move that from chapter 1 so just ignore that here if you end up reading them back to back.
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Chapter 2
Chloe woke up the next morning feeling almost absurdly refreshed. The horrors of the night prior had dwindled in her mind, pushed back to that compartment that all cops learn to cultivate. She stretched out in bed, the soft sheets sliding across her naked body, caressing her skin with a gentle touch. As she reached her arms up and pointed her toes to the door, she let out a sigh of contentment at how wonderful she felt.
Chloe flipped the covers off, allowing the cool air of her apartment to rush into her. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that her nipples had already been hard but Chloe was still half asleep and didn’t notice the rock hard nipples nor the copious slickness between her legs. She walked into the bathroom, sleepily grabbing her toothbrush as she scrubbed the awful taste of morning breath away. After she spat, she looked up to the mirror and was surprised. The face that looked back at her was pretty. No. Not just pretty. Gorgeous. Chloe thought she looked better this morning without makeup than she ever had with it.
As she studied her face, she noticed a strange fuzziness in the mirror. She squinted at it, concentrating on the strange outline that was just on the edge of her face in the mirror. She had the odd sensation of flexing a muscle. A poorly used, little understood muscle. Then suddenly something clicked in her head and the image in the mirror came into focus. She shrieked and her hand instinctively went to her hip for the gun that obviously wasn’t there.
--Hello Chloe Nice to finally meet you--
The voice. She’d actually forgotten it. Now she could see it. It had a strange, purple hue to the skin and an almost androgynous look to the face. The face grinned back at her, showing teeth that would have been considered immaculate were it not for their blood red tint. The creature’s piercing ice blue eyes stared at her, holding her gaze firmly.
--Do you like what you see Chloe--
Its question echoed through Chloe’s head. Chloe could tell that the face was disconcerting. Objectively horrible. And yet, she didn’t feel repulsed or scared by it.
--That is the bond Chloe We are one now and forever--
“What if I don’t want to be?” she asked, voicing the question that most terrified her.
The voice was quiet for a moment. Chloe realized she had to stop thinking of it as ‘The Voice’. It had a name. A name she’d used to free it and start the bonding. KyriarchoúnDoúlos.
--Yes Chloe But you might as well call me Chloe too from now on There is no difference between us No separation.--
“I’m Chloe. You’re KyriarchoúnDoúlos… God that’s a mouthful. Kyria… that’s all you get from now on.”
--As you wish Chloe I hope in time you recognize the true nature of our union however--
Chloe shuddered again. She relaxed her eyes and the demonic vision faded from the mirror. “Will other people see something in the mirror? Will they see… you?”
--No Chloe That was my aura Very few humans can see them and even then only if they think to look Nobody needs to know about us--
“I really wish you’d stop calling us… uhmm… us.”
The voice didn’t respond. Chloe tried to put it out of her mind as best she could while she showered and got ready for work. She tried to do her morning routine exactly as she’d done it every day for years. But the voice nagged at her. Its insistence. Or more frighteningly, it’s certainty that they were now permanently fused into a single entity. The wetness between Chloe’s legs grew as she contemplated it and now she was aware of it. She got off to work just fine, arriving early for her shift and saying hello to everyone. She could almost feel the pull of attraction towards most of the men in the precinct. And many of the women as well.
--Sensing auras is very useful All of those people could be yours You could dominate any woman or be dominated by any man Chloe--
Just then, Brett took the opportunity to show his smug face. “Hello, Chloe,” he said. You wouldn’t think that someone could infuse a simple ‘Hello’ with much mockery but Brett was quite talented. He was also quite handsome, Chloe realized. Chloe’s mind wandered for a moment, curious if he might be as talented in bed as he implied.
She shook the erotic cobwebs from her head, “Stop it.”
She was talking to KyriarchoúnDoúlos but she was so out of sorts that she vocalized the words and Brett assumed they were directed at him. “Stop what, Chloe? Is something wrong?”
--He would be a fine first coupling Chloe He will give you pleasure and do such wonderfully awful things to you Would you like to see?--
“No!” she practically shouted before lowering her voice and composing herself, “Nothing’s wrong Officer Kowalski. And it’s Detective Henshaw. Respect the rank.” Chloe felt all tingly as she said the words. Was standing up to all men going to be this hard?
Brett made a huffing sound and walked off without any additional words. “Good riddance,” Chloe said under her breath.
--Remember your promise Chloe You cannot reject every man It will be harder and harder to avoid submitting if you keep this up It can be no other way.--
Chloe tried to ignore the voice as she wandered off to her desk. She did actually manage to get some work done. The BOLOs from the night before had given them a bunch of leads to the missing frat guys. She had a stack of warrants to serve to the telephone carriers, banks and landlords of most of the kids. Two of them were proving difficult to track down but it was a start. She headed over to the courthouse to get the warrants signed. One thing people don’t appreciate is that this part isn’t like the movies. You don’t go in front of a judge in a courthouse to get a warrant signed. There’s no big process. No black robes. You mostly just explain the situation to the first judge you can find and they sign off on it. Today’s judge was, unfortunately, Judge Sanderson. She was the youngest judge at the courthouse, not even as old as Chloe. She’d won a ridiculously one sided race after the recall of a wildly corrupt and untrusted judge. She really didn’t have to do too much to win because, for some reason, the other party thought that the best person to run was the former judge’s asshole son. It was one of the most lopsided races in recent history.
All that wouldn’t be so bad. But…
“You want me to sign these warrants why?” the judge asked Chloe.
Chloe sighed, “Your Honor, we have probable cause to suspect that these students were involved in some sort of ritualistic murder.”
“Really? Based on what?”
“They were caught fleeing the scene, your honor,” Chloe said, controlling her temper.
“They fled the scene after the cops came blazing in just to investigate an accident.”
“Your Honor… there was no ‘blazing’ involved,” Chloe protested, trying to defend her colleagues who, as far as she could tell, did more good work last night than this judge had done since she’d taken office. “We aren’t pursuing party goers, your honor. Just the members of the fraternity that fled.”
“You have addresses for all of them?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“So they don’t live at the frat house?”
“Only one, your Honor,” Chloe said. Her head was starting to hurt. She rubbed her temple as she looked around the small municipal office. She was just a local judge. Not some hotshot DC appellate judge.
--You cannot submit to this woman Chloe I will not allow it--
Chloe bristled both at the insistence in the voice and the idea that she would ever submit to the younger woman. Demon or no. Robe or no. She had earned neither Chloe’s respect, nor Chloe’s obedience.
The judge signed one piece of paper and handed the rest back, “I’ll approve that one only. All the others are denied, detective. You have no probable cause. You can make a case that you have cause to focus on the members that lived at the fraternity but you have nothing to connect the ones that lived elsewhere to the possible crime.”
“Possible crime? Your Honor…,” Chloe protested. The instant she started to protest her head felt better. Chloe couldn’t help but feel like she was being trained. A little bit like Pavlov’s dog. Maybe that’s how the demon worked?
“I’m sorry, detective. I understand your frustration but you need to do more leg work to connect the dots. We don’t assume people are guilty in this country.”
Images of the ring of body parts flashed through Chloe’s head and her anger rose. She looked at the young woman who smugly sat there and judged her.
--Make her submit Chloe--
Chloe felt that same muscle from this morning flex and the Judge’s face showed the barest hint of a reaction. “I’m not leaving here without those warrants… Your Honor,” Chloe added the last with a tone of mocking that Brett would have appreciated. She walked around the small desk towards the judge and reached behind her back.
“Wh… what are you… what are you doing, detective?” the judge asked nervously. Chloe looked at the woman. She seemed so small. So pitiful. Chloe wondered for a moment why she’d ever deferred to this woman in any capacity. Let alone in private.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Rebecca,” Chloe said. The judge bristled at the use of her first name but couldn’t protest. The two women looked at each other. Chloe could almost smell the arousal coming off of the robed woman.
“D… D… Detective. You should… leave.”
“Is that really what you want… your Honor?” Chloe said, walking towards the judge who seemed fixated on Chloe’s swaying hips and the treasure between them.
--She is strong--
The demonic voice seemed displeased and Chloe watched as the Judge blinked twice before shaking her head. “Get out, Detective. Leave now and I won’t have you brought up on charges.” The woman’s fingernails were biting into the soft cloth on the arms of the chair. Her whole body was rigid and quivering and Chloe could see that she was still resisting, but just barely.
Chloe grabbed the stack of mostly unsigned warrants and turned in exasperation. She could feel the waves of restrained arousal coming off the judge but she knew she couldn’t make her submit. Not yet. What the hell had happened? KyriarchoúnDoúlos had promised.
--I am not strong enough yet Chloe You must give me more--
“What the fuck does that mean?” she said under her breath as she made her way through the court house.
--Powers of dominance require submission Powers of submission require dominance--
“I’ve got a fucking fortune cookie writing demon in my head. Goddamnit.” Chloe’s mood was beyond terrible. What good was having a demon bonded with her if she couldn’t at least get something out of it? The voice gave her no answer. “Screw you,” she said, loud enough for a couple of security guards to turn their heads at her. She flashed a badge and shrugged, leaving them muttering to themselves about entitled young detectives.
Chloe got into her car and punched in the address of the frat house. She had one warrant and it was the most useless one. The odds of the idiot coming back to his frat house after last night were slim to none. But it was her only lead so she might as well follow it through. Maybe he’d have a laptop or a call sheet or something. She got in and zoned out, letting her new car do most of the driving. Finally, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down before asking, “Okay, Kyria… why’d you fail me?”
--Failed us Chloe I am sorry Your encounter with Beverly only gave me a small amount of power because she was so weak willed--
“What does that mean?”
--The stronger the act of submission you force on someone the more power I draw from it The judge would have given us much power--
Chloe thought about that, pondering the implications of the other half of that statement.
--Yes Chloe the more depraved your submission or the more dominant you inspire a male… I will also draw much power from that--
The voice sounded eager… almost hungry and it caused a shiver to travel down Chloe’s spine. More alarmingly, that shiver ended at Chloe’s cunt causing it to clench and gush. Pulling up at the frat house, she took a long look. In the dark last night and with all the excitement, she really hadn’t studied the building itself very much. It was an older two story building. Probably a converted and refurbished motel from the 80s. The dead era of exterior entry lodging. The building was laid out in a large “U” shape with the swimming pool serving as the centerpiece. No doubt that was why they’d purchased it. She looked at her notes and saw room ‘217’ was where the kid lived. What was his name? Jared something. Something foreign and odd sounding. She snapped her fingers impatiently as she walked, trying to jog her memory. Giving up, she glanced at the warrant. Caras. Jared Caras. 217.
“215, 216… 217. Let’s see what you’re hiding, Jared Caras,” she mumbled to herself. She took a look around. The police had already come and searched the rooms of everyone they’d arrested last night. Nobody else was here. She put a hand on her pistol and reached up to knock on the door. She knew nobody would be in their but it was still protocol. If she’d thought there was really any chance of him being here she wouldn’t have come alone. “Jared Caras I have a warrant to search the premises,” she yelled mechanically as rapped her knuckles on the thick wooden door. As expected, the only sound that came back was the faint echo of her own voice through the courtyard. She pulled out a plastic card. Much easier and quicker than a lockpick on most doors. Sliding it down, she felt the satisfying click before she looked and realized the stupid thing was deadbolted too. Damn motels.
--Patience Chloe--
As she watched, she heard a slight sliding sound and a click as the deadbolt retracted. “Thanks Kyria,” she said as she pulled the door open.
--Locks should never restrain you… unless you want them to Chloe--
Chloe forced the images out of her mind and walked in. She couldn’t help but laugh. It was like a Freshman dorm room right out of a movie. It was a cluttered mess with clothes, bedding, books and God only knows what else strewn about the room haphazardly. The bed by the door looked like it was being used as a closet with a pile of clothes three feet high on it. The walls were adorned with a wide variety of various lewd posters. Chloe couldn’t help but notice that a few were a little kinky. One girl spanking another girl. Another one had a girl with her wrists prominently cuffed behind her back. A third showed a woman with her hands tied above her head suspended nearly naked from a hook in the ceiling.
Chloe ignored the alluring images of female submission, suppressing the part of her brain that was screaming that she would have been appalled by them yesterday. She tried to survey the rest of the room with something close to dispassion. It didn’t take long before a smile stretched across her face, there was a laptop left open. She nudged the mouse with the back of her hand, careful to avoid putting any prints on it. The boys hated it when they had to do elimination prints at a crime scene. The screen came alive and the laptop fans started whirring. The only noise in an otherwise empty room.
“Go away and turn off the light,” came a voice from the bed. Chloe jumped, startled by the sound. She looked over and realized that the pile of clothes, blankets and jackets housed a person inside. She managed, just barely to neither scream nor draw her weapon.
“Jared?”
“Oh, God… what do you want,” came the voice, apparently suffering from a severe hangover.
“Jared, you need to pull yourself together and come downtown to answer some questions.”
“Ohhh… why?” the voice groaned. She still hadn’t seen the kid and felt like she was talking to a pile of clothes rather than a human being.
“We need to know about last night?”
“On my flight?” the boy said in confusion before finally turning over. Clothes fell from the bed and she finally saw his face. He had sharp, hazel eyes and ruffled brown hair.
“No. The party. What flight? Are you still drunk?”
“Drunk?” the kid asked, “I’m not drunk. Only 20 and can’t drink on planes. I’m jet lagged all to hell though. What day is it?”
“Shit!” thought Chloe. Her one lead turned out to be a bust. Well… maybe not? “How long have you been out of town, kid?”
“All semester. Foreign exchange in Europe.”
“Double Shit!” This time Chloe didn’t bother holding it in.
--He might still be useful Chloe--
“What do you mean?” she asked out loud.
“Huh?” the kid said finally waking up to look at Chloe. “Who are you?”
“A cop,” she said sharply.
--Look at the walls Chloe All you have to do is submit--
Chloe was suddenly once again very aware of the moisture threatening to overflow from within her. The kid wasn’t particularly unattractive. Kind of cute, actually. A little on the young side for her taste though.
--Teach him how you want to be dominated--
“Teach him… what the fuck?”
“Are you talking to me?” the boy asked, now fully awake. Chloe turned to him and started to rebuke him but the sound died in her throat. He was shirtless and looked like a greek statue. Abs that looked hard and taught. Pecs that were firm. Arms with biceps that appeared to be coiled steel springs. Chloe’s breath quickened. Maybe she could do this.
She thought, “Will this give you enough power to make the judge do what I want?”
--Yesss It will give us the power to make the judge do anything we want--
Chloe noticed the pronoun shift but didn’t really care. Instead, she turned back to the kid staring at her from the bed. “You’ve got some interesting posters here, kid.”
To his credit, he blushed, “Uhh… yeah. I guess. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Chloe asked, unbuttoning a button from her shirt. “Don’t be ashamed of what you like.”
The boy swallowed as he stared at Chloe’s hand as it toyed with the next button. The first one hadn’t revealed much. The next one would reveal a lot.
--You remind him of his favorite erotic vision--
“Mmm… what’s that?” Chloe asked in her head. She was suddenly blasted with scenes from a porn in rapid succession. Scenes that Jared had obviously watched and jerked off to dozens of times. A smile slipped across Chloe’s face, curling her lips up in a knowing grin. She looked Jared dead in the eyes and said, “Maybe you could… you know… show me, Mr. Big.”
Jared’s eyes went wide as he recognized the line from the video. He flicked his gaze behind Chloe to the computer screen shining from his desk. Had he left that video on? Had she seen it? Was she messing with him? Chloe watched him as he tried to make sense of the scene. Finally, he said to her, “Why should I young lady?”
Chloe smiled, he understood the reference and the game. “Well, Mr. Big. I would do absolutely ANYTHING to have you show me.”
Jared looked at her and realized this was the moment of truth. He sat fully up, letting the clothes fall off of him and revealing his full nakedness. It threw Chloe completely off script, “Holy fuck. Mr. Big indeed,” she said as she stared at his manhood. He was easily 8 inches and not fully hard. She licked her lips without thinking.
--Make him dominate you Chloe That is how we gain power--
Chloe popped two more buttons open, revealing her ample cleavage to the boy’s widening eyes. She locked onto his eyes and held his gaze while she put her hands behind her back. The result was that her boobs were practically bursting out of her shirt. She knew that, if she could touch her nipples right now they’d be hard and sensitive. They were desperate for attention. Chloe crossed her wrists behind her back, imagining being bound by something. When her knuckles grazed the leather case that housed her handcuffs, a wicked smile broke across her lips. “You seem to have some very interesting… interests, Jared.”
The young man’s cock twitched and Chloe smiled. “Uhmm… yes, ma’am.”
Chloe clicked her tongue, “That’s not what that man in that video called the girl is it, Mr. Big?” she said reminding him of the video. All Jared could do was shake his head back and forth slightly.
“Tell you what, Mr. Big. I’m going to go down to my car for a minute. Maybe you refresh your memory of what was on that video and when I come back we can… discuss it.”
Jared nodded and Chloe turned around, intentionally letting her hips sway in an exaggerated manner. She could almost feel his gaze on her ass. “I’m assuming this is safe?” she asked quietly after she left.
--I can protect you--
“What if he tries to hurt me?” she said. Her hand twitched on the gun at her side.
--I can see what he wants What he likes He will not hurt you Chloe But he MUST dominate you He must take what HE wants We will be rewarded YOU will be rewarded--
The words scared her. And excited her. Mostly excitement. The thrill of what she was about to do was almost overpowering. “Is this all because of you, Kyria?”
--No Chloe This is all you--
Chloe was silent, pondering that answer as she got to her car. She took her gun off her belt and tucked it under the front seat then locked the car and started walking back. No matter what Kyria’s assurances, she wasn’t going to let herself get cuffed with a loaded gun in the room. “Yeah, you’re just going to let a murder suspect cuff and fuck you,” she said under her breath.
--He may do much more Chloe Remember the video--
Chloe shuddered. While she was gone, Jared had instantly jumped to the computer and checked. No browser was open. How could she have known? Maybe he’d watched the video once without turning on incognito mode. Yeah… That must have been it. Before he could think more about it, Chloe came back in. She slipped into the door and closed it behind her as she leaned against it. In one hand she was twirling a pair of handcuffs. The other was unbuttoning another button. All the while she was staring at him like a hungry predator and biting her lip. “You refresh your memory, Jared?”
Jared swallowed and croaked out a very unconvincing, “Yes, slut.”
The rush that rewarded Chloe was almost blissful. She stepped forward into the naked man and pressed her fingers into his firm chest. She traced the tip of her finger down his stomach and let it scrape agonizingly close to his raging hard on. “Say it again… please, Mr. Big?”
“Slut,” he said, this time more convincingly. Chloe’s eyes flicked to the handcuffs still dangling from her outstretched finger and Jared’s eyes followed. He reached up to grab the cuffs and Chloe deftly yanked them away. Somehow she knew just what to do to make him rise to the challenge. He swiped again, and again she pulled her arm away, dancing away from him. But now he was standing between her and the door. She was trapped and somehow that was precisely what she wanted. He started walking towards her, “Give me the cuffs, slut.”
“Why, Mr. Big? What are you going to do with them?” she said, feigning innocence just like the girl in the video. It should have been stupid and cheesy. But seeing him walk towards her with pure desire in his eyes made it intoxicating.
“I’m going to cuff you. And then use you, bitch,” he said and he dove at her, tackling her to the bed and grabbing the cuffs. She struggled lightly against him but made no real effort. Instead he flipped her over and he quickly fumbled the cuffs around her wrists.
“Do you even know what to do with a girl like this, Jared?” Chloe said.
Something about the use of his name annoyed him. He turned her around and unbuttoned her jeans before yanking them off. Chloe yelped as she felt the cool air against her. “No panties? I guess that proves you’re a slut cop?”
Chloe looked at his cock and nodded. She kicked her pants off, flinging them across the room and then spread her legs wide. “Use me,” she whispered.
Jared smacked his hand on her thigh. “What?”
“Use me, please,” she said. The pleasure from being slapped was still awash within her. And not just pleasure either.
--Power--
Jared smacked her other thigh, even harder this time. The crack of flesh on flesh filled the room and Chloe gasped, “Use me, I need it. Slap me. Spank me. Give me more.”
For a third time, Jared smacked her leg, this time leaving a large, red, angry hand print. The pain, pleasure and… whatever the fuck the demon was doing was combined into one jolt of pure sensation. Chloe’s cunt gushed, leaking out of her and down her ass as she lay there. “Use me, Mr. Big.”
“That’s better, cunt,” he said as he walked forward. He positioned his cock right at her entrance and held it there. “Now beg, bitch.”
“Please… Please fuck me. Fill my hole with your big cock.” With every act or word of submission, Chloe felt herself being rewarded with pure pleasure.
He smiled and sunk into her. His first thrust was steady, forcing her wide around him and bringing her enough pleasure that she thought she could die happy. His second thrust made her see stars. He slammed into her hard, burying his cock within her before taking it out and slamming it back in a third time. She looked up at him and saw lust, aggression, anger, ecstasy all in one beautiful face. All of the pleasure last night, all of the pleasure with Beverley and the build up today. None of it compared to what she experienced in that moment. Better than any sex she’d ever had or any drug she’d ever done. And on top of that was the power. She needed more.
--Then you shall have it Chloe--
Chloe felt the barest trickle of energy reach out to Jared. She could see the effect as it hit him. His eyes widened and dilated a little. His face got more aggressive. Chloe felt a thrill of fear race through her and her cunt tightened around the stud’s huge shaft. He roared at her and picked her small frame up off the bed before slamming her into the wall. “You like that, bitch!” he snarled into her ear as he shoved his cock up and into her. He was bouncing her up and down on his cock like she weighted nothing. Chloe screamed in joy, not caring who heard.
They fucked like that for several minutes, Chloe’s power holding off the young man’s orgasm. Eventually he slammed her back down on the bed face first. She felt him fumble behind her as he positioned himself between her legs. Her cuffed hands rendered her completely helpless. She couldn’t stop him. Even if he wanted…
“Oh God. Not my ass, Mr. Big,” she said as he positioned his mammoth cock at her virgin hole.
--The most submissive acts yield the best rewards Chloe--
He spat on her ass and rubbed it in. Somehow that act made it seem even more demeaning. Here she was getting fucked by some college junior in his shitty room while cuffed and he’d managed to make it more humiliating. And she fucking loved it. “Fucking whore,” he said and leaned into her. The sensation burned as her ass stretched to accommodate the cock. Chloe again felt the power help her. It didn’t remove the pain just overlaid it with so much pleasure that she didn’t care.
“Yes… God yes… Fucking use me!” she screamed. The cock accomodated her please and hammered her over and over. Her thighs slammed repeatedly into the metal frame of the bed as he took his pleasure. She felt his fingers in her hair moments before he wrenched her head back painfully.
“Look at yourself, cunt,” he said as he forced her head sideways to see the mirror on the wall. She barely recognized the person being brutalized on the bed. It was the perfected slutty version of herself. The small amount of makeup she’d put on this morning was ruined. Her hair was a mess. Her tits hung out from below her bra and were flopping as he slammed into her ass over and over. But the face in the mirror didn’t care about any of that. The woman Chloe saw in the mirror existed only for this pleasure and to please this cock. With that realization, she came. It was a magnificent feeling of joy and power. Each moment of this whole afternoon had been like that. Constantly upping the pleasure and rewarding her compliance. KyriarchoúnDoúlos was like a drug and Chloe didn’t know if she’d ever want to end that addiction.
Her tightened ass caused Jared to unload in her. He pulled out and shot his load all over her back and hair. Chloe was still spasming and shaking with her infernal orgasm but she was still aware of every drop of cum that landed on her. She could pinpoint each one and she felt the demon draw even more power into her body from the white fluid wherever it touched her skin. A dollop was sprayed haphazardly next to her face on the bed and she snaked her tongue out to lick it up. Not surprisingly, she loved the taste. She savored it in her mouth. “MMMmmm,” she murmured vaguely, “Is it always like that?”
“Uhh… No… That was the first time anyone let me… uhmm… cut loose like that,” he said.
Chloe nodded but she hadn’t been talking to Jared.
--No Chloe It can be even better--
Chloe smiled to herself as she lay there. She should have felt humiliated or embarrassed or degraded. Instead she felt sated, happy and at peace. Jared on the other hand just stared awkwardly at the hot cop who was still lying face first on his bed with her legs spread and ass gaping. He’d never been like that with a girl. And now he’d basically forced himself on a cop. Now that he’d come down from his aroused high, he started to freak out. “Shit, I’m so sorry, ma’am.”
Chloe laughed and rolled over. She willed the cuffs to come unlocked and Kyria repeated his trick from the deadbolt, unlocking the cuffs. She pulled her hands from around her and showed Jared. “See… Nothing happened that I didn’t want to happen, Jared… Or Mr. Big if you prefer?” she said as she nodded down at his still impressive cock.
Jared stammered, “Uhh… yeah… I mean no… Jared is fine.”
“While we get dressed, can I ask you a couple questions, Jared?”
“Sure… I mean, like I said. I’ve been gone for four months,” he ran his hands through his fingers.
“How long have you lived at the frat?”
“I just started… or, I guess technically I will start next semester. I signed up to live here before I found out about the trip overseas. I basically moved my stuff in and then left… I think I’ve only slept in that bed three… no four times.”
“Have you ever been out into the woods behind the house?”
“No, why?”
“Have any of the other brothers mentioned anything to you about the woods?”
“No but you could talk to Greg. I think he has a still or something back there.”
Chloe checked her notes. Greg Riley was one of the kids on her list of unsigned warrants. Damn that judge. “What makes you say that?”
“A couple of the parties last year the guys talked about brewing something special up. But maybe it’s just where they mix the drinks for the girls. I don’t know.”
“Last two questions. These are a little odd but they’re important and I need you to think about them before you answer, okay?”
Jared nodded.
“Are any of the other brothers greek?”
Jared squinted then laughed, “I mean… we’re in fraternities. We’re all greek, right?”
“Not like that,” Chloe said with a tight smile. “From Greece?”
Jared paused, “Oh.. Uhmm… I don’t know. Sorry… really no idea.”
Chloe looked at him and could tell he was being honest. Kyria’s powers were already starting to feel more natural to her. “Last question. Is anyone at the fraternity into anything… occult? Or even weirdly superstitious?”
Jared paused and Chloe didn’t need the demonic powers inside her to tell her he knew something. “I don’t… uhmm… no… Hey! Where are all the other brothers?”
“Don’t worry about that, Jared. Look at me. Who freaks you out here? Who’s the weirdo that believes in magic,” she tried to make it sound reassuring and dismissive. She didn’t want Jared to know that somebody in the fraternity thought they could do magic by committing mass murder. That was likely to make him not particularly forthcoming.
Jared looked at her and studied her, trying to figure out what to tell her. After half a minute, he finally said, “Tom… Tom Riddle.”
Chloe nodded and started to write then broke her pencil pressing so hard as she started laughing, “Seriously? Tom Riddle? Like the alias of Voldemort?”
The laughter broke Jared’s tension and he joined in, “Yeah… Yeah… He thinks the books are a sign that he can do real magic. He talks about it all the time. He’s even trying to get his dean to approve an individual study focus on the occult.”
Chloe shook her head. Surely this lunatic couldn’t be the one who did this, right?
--Someone managed to summon me Chloe--
Chloe pondered that as she finished taking notes. “Well, Jared. Your boys through a big party here last night and there was an accident. Someone fell off the balcony.”
“Oh shit… Are they okay?”
Chloe shook her head, “No… we’re trying to figure out what happened. How she got drunk, etcetera. Here’s my card,” she said handing him a fresh business card. The first one she’d handed out to someone, actually. “If you think of anything or have any problems alone here, let me know. You were a big,” she stepped forward and stroked his cock, “help.”
She walked away, leaving the boy still standing there anked and confused. Chloe sauntered down to her car and climbed in, knowing that he was still watching her with lust from the second floor. “So do you have enough power now, Kyria?”
--Yes… more than enough--
“Good. Let’s go get that bitch to sign my warrants. But i want to make a stop first.”
---
When Chloe showed back up at the judge’s chambers, the Judge wasn’t particularly thrilled.
“Have a seat. You better have a good reason to come back here so quickly, detective.”
Chloe didn’t sit down. Instead she wandered around the small office looking at the books on the wall. “Does anyone ever read these? I’ve always wondered?”
“They’re… they’re reference material.”
“How often do you use them though? I mean really, Judge.”
“Almost never,” she answered immediately before realizing what she was doing, “And it’s ‘Your Honor’, Detective.”
“No… No I don’t think so. But Judge is far too formal and deferential. How about I call you Rebecca?” Chloe asked as she turned and fixed her gaze on the woman. The judge was still sitting in her chair, staring at the dark haired detective who seemed at the moment to be less human and more predator-circling-prey. Chloe smiled as she saw the judge shudder a little.
“Rebecca wouldn’t be appropriate, Detective.”
“You’re so right. We’ll go with Becca. That’s better. And Detective doesn’t feel right either. You should call me ma’am since I’m your elder.”
Chloe watched the judge’s eyes roll involuntarily. She was starting to get used to this. Whatever had happened to her back at the frat house had opened a door in her. It scared her that she couldn’t close it. Or, perhaps more accurately, had absolutely zero desire to close it. She walked forward to the judge and hopped up on the table. “I’m going to give you those warrants again, Becca. And you’re going to sign them. And because you were such a bitch earlier, you owe me one orgasm for each one you sign. Okay?”
Judge Sanderson was wide eyed. Her body was responding to the detective’s blunt seduction with utter betrayal. Her cunt was wet, her nipples hard. She could feel an almost overwhelming urge to spread her legs for the woman. The only thing more overwhelming was the thought of kneeling in front of the raven haired police officer and servicing her with her own tongue. She gave in and nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
Chloe watched all of this and thought, “I could definitely get used to this, Kyria.”
--I knew you would be perfect Chloe I am no longer even mad that you misspoke the words--
Chloe willed the door to lock behind her as she unbuttoned her jeans. So enthralled and aroused, the judge didn’t even notice that she was being locked into her office. “Now Becca, my pet. Before you beg to please me, I want you to understand something. You’re mine now. Nobody else uses this body unless I allow it. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the judge practically panted out the words.
“Now strip for me, little Becca,” Chloe said in a sultry tone. Judge Sanderson stripped the robes off, embracing her new moniker. Judge Sanderson was so stiff and formal. Always fighting for things. Becca was pliant and submissive. Eager to please. Eager to give and hopefully receive pleasure. She looked at Chloe’s leg’s. The smooth, tanned skin. She couldn’t help herself. She lunged forward and kissed Chloe’s cute little feet before running her tongue slowly up her new owner’s leg. When she reached Chloe’s knees, the detective parted her legs wide, revealing the beautiful treasure that was awaiting Becca’s eager tongue. “My, my… you are an affectionate little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. Please, ma’am. May I lick your treasure?”
Chloe laughed. “My treasure? What kind of a prissy little bitch are you, Becca?”
Becca’s eyes snapped up in horror. Had she displeased the detective? “Ma’am?”
“This is my pussy you dumb slut. Hopefully you’re better at licking one then you are at talking about it,” Chloe said and placed her hand on Becca’s head, easing her down to her moist cunt. Thankfully, she was much better at pleasing pussy then talking about it. Becca got Chloe off after only a couple minutes. “One,” Chloe said, holding the first warrant out for Becca to sign. The judge scribbled a hasty signature before diving back down for another round. Chloe tasted divine. Her juice was like the nectar of a god and Becca loved it. Chloe wrapped her legs around the judge’s head and pulled her in closer, “You are a good little cunt pleaser. Maybe I’ll keep you around,” Chloe said. She looked at the woman servicing her, noting that she really was a pretty sexy lady. Her full tits were held up by a lacy little black bra and she was wearing garter belt and stockings which really surprised Chloe. Yes, Chloe was definitely going to keep this one for awhile. She would prove… useful.
The judge obediently licked Chloe to four more orgasms, signing a warrant and thanking Chloe each time. When she was done, Chloe held up the small brown bag she’d picked up on the way. “I brought you a couple presents, slut. You were such a good pussy pleaser I think I’ll let you have both. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, ma’am. Thank you,” Becca said as she sat there lightly stroking her wet cunt.
“I brought you this,” Chloe said as she pulled out a thick, four inch butt plug. “You can wear it while you’re in court to remind you of the only hole of yours worth anything”
Becca took the butt plug as if it was a holy object, “Thank you, ma’am.” She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking on it like a big fat cock for a moment before sitting up and then lowering herself slowly onto the giant plug. Chloe, having only recently had her own anal virginity taken from her was fairly impressed.
--Make her submit fully Chloe--
Chloe thought for a moment as she reached into the bag. She pulled out a leather harness. It took a moment for the judge to figure out what it was but her eyes got wide when she did and she let out a little gasp of excitement. It was a halter that you wore like a bra, though it simply wrapped around your tits offering no support. From the haltar there was a ball gag attached as well as a pair of nipple clamps dangling down. “I expect you to wear this under that cute little robe of yours, Becca. And when you’re in this office you’ll keep the clamps on and the gag in. Understand?”
Judge Rebeccah Sanderson simply sat there. A part of her brain was still screaming at her that this was insane. But that part of her brain wasn’t controlling much right now. She slowly reached out, taking the leather garment from Chloe’s outstretched hand. As her fingers grazed the smooth, supple material, she recoiled almost as if shocked before reaching back out to take it. She simply whispered, “Yes, Ma’am,” as she took off her bra and put the new device in its place. She obediently secured the ball gag in place, tightening the straps to make the gag firmly locked in. Then she took trembling fingers to the nipple clamps and secured them on her hard little nubs. Each clam elicited a squeal and then a sigh. And with each act of submission, Chloe grew stronger.
“That’s a good little cunt. Now you go about your business, I’ll be checking on you, slut.” The detective fixed her clothes in the mirror and grabbed the stack of now signed warrants. “We’ll be watching,” she said as she exited her new pet’s chambers.
The Judge was to overwhelmed with arousal to notice the odd pronoun choice. But KyriarchoúnDoúlos noticed.
--You’re finally embracing us aren’t you Chloe--
Chloe pondered the question as she walked through the courthouse. “Maybe,” she said noncommittally. Today had been a revelation in terms of what she’d experienced but now that she wasn’t overcome with arousal, she was able to think a little more clearly. Did she really want it to be like this? All the sex and submission and other craziness. What if she just wanted something plain vanilla?
--Why?--
The voice lacked the normal intonation of emotions but Chloe thought she was starting to finally understand it a little. It sounded legitimately confused. “Sometimes you just want to have sex. You don’t want all the build up and the games.”
The demon was silent, as if pondering the answer.
--Is that why you refused to submit to all men--
“Sort of,” Chloe said as she checked out at the desk. She continued in a whisper, “It’s more than that though. But that’s a part.”
--We will have to try this… vanilla sex of yours I remain unconvinced that it could be preferable--
Chloe tried to compartmentalize her thoughts and not let Kyria hear her. She didn’t know if she was successful but it didn’t respond to the quiet little voice in the back of her head that said, “I’m not convinced either.”
