John Friday - Chained, whipped librarians

"No!" Miss Stark's face couldn't have paled faster if her throat had been cut.

"Gloria said that you bound her to a cross and whipped her. She's got the welts to prove it. She also says that you've forced her to perform lesbian sex acts on at least a dozen different occasions. She says that if you're going to press charges, so will she. The boys in the pressroom at headquarters are going to love this one!" he added.

"I-I want to drop all charges," Miss Stark stammered.

The Captain said: "Well then, we don't have a problem. Let's go men, we've got a lot more serious crimes to solve."

Letha heaved along sigh of relief. Detective Collins gave her a lingering glance as he left he office. He grinned and winked a flashing blue eye. Her heart leaped into her throat. She wanted very much to meet him again.

Letha spent a restless day at the check-out desk, glancing tip anxiously every time a man approached. She was hoping Detective Collins would come back. She was thinking: I wouldn't mind if he handcuffed me. I wouldn't mind at all if he was taking me somewhere besides jail.

An uneasy truce kept Miss Stark at a distance, but the haughty bitch had tried to make serious trouble. She had obviously enjoyed being fucked, but apparently couldn't or wouldn't admit it to herself. Letha decided she would have to come up with another plan – just what she didn't know yet.

It was after dusk when she walked into her apartment and reached out for the light switch near the door. A strong male hand grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her. Letha parted her lips to scream, but his other hand clasped over her mouth.

She heard the clatter of handcuffs. The cold, locking band circled her wrist and snapped shut.

"Be quiet and you won't be hurt!" said a rough voice. Then her other arm was wrenched behind her and both were cuffed together.

Only then did he turn on the light and let her see him.

"Detective Collins!" she exclaimed, not so happy to see him now. "Am I under arrest?"

Collins grinned. "No, just under investigation. An unofficial investigation. I've been off duty for two hours."

"Then why the handcuffs?" she said nervously. "You scared me half to death."

"Sorry. I thought the Phantom would have nerves of steel. I found your costume… and your diary."

"You read my diary?" Letha blushed, angry and ashamed.

"Sorry again, but I couldn't put it down. It's better than any fuck book I ever read. I had to jack-off three times before I finished the best parts."

"And that wasn't enough to satisfy you?" she asked.

"It hasn't been enough for a long time. I haven't had good sex since my wife left me. And not much before that. She didn't like being a cop's wife."

"I think we can take care of that. If you'll just take these handcuffs off…"

Collins shook his head. "No, not yet. I felt something strange when I was about to put the cuffs on you this morning and it got stronger when I read your diary. I never realized it before, but I've always wanted to have a beautiful woman in helpless restraint. I thought about it a few times, but never dreamed a woman would enjoy it. Not until I read your diary. In fact, there are a lot of things I didn't know a woman would enjoy."

He was guiding her toward the bedroom and Letha made no effort to resist.

She asked, "Such as?"

"Ass fucking," he replied. "I wanted to bugger my wife's asshole all the time we were married – and her ass wasn't nearly as cute as yours. She wouldn't let me do it, but you can't stop me."

In the bedroom, he bent Letha over the padded back of a velvety chair.

"Oooh!" she moaned.

Collins was breathing heavily as he knelt down and stroked his hands through her silky hair. He coiled the golden strands around a rung between the chair's front legs and made a knot so that Letha was bound by her own hair, unable to straighten up. Then he circled behind her and pulled two lengths of black nylon cord from his pocket Letha thought they looked familiar.

"I found that remarkable satchel the Phantom used," he said with a smile. "Including a set of lock picks. Did you know that mae possession of burglary tools is a felony in this state?"

"So is sodomy!" she replied.

"Yes – illegal entry in both cases."

He bound Letha's ankles to the back legs of the chair. She was getting dizzy. Blood hammered into her skull because she was bent over head-down, and her belly hurt from being bent sharply over the back of the chair. In the mirror over her dressing-table she could see Collins removing his clothes.

First his sports jacket, then his shoulder bolster – the sight of that sent a shiver down her spine – then his shirt. He had a broad and hairy chest. She liked that.

His slacks slid down, but she couldn't raise her head high enough to see the bulge in his undershorts.

"How how big is your cock?" she asked.

He just said: "I think you'll be pleased."

"Since you're planning to fuck your cock up my ass, I hope it's a small one."

"No. I'm afraid the young man called 'Long Dick' in your diary has been put to shame again. If your recorded estimates of length and girth are correct, mine is at least equal to the shaft of one Richard Sims that you so much admired."

"Ooooh, my God! I didn't think there could be two cocks like that in the whole worid, much less in the same town."

"Rich is my nephew. Big cocks run in the family."

"Your nephew?" she croaked, her pulse racing.

It was bad enough that he'd read her dairy. Now Letha knew he must have had a first-hand report from the bachelor party.

"Yes, and I'm sorry that I had to miss your performance as a high-priced hooker. Given the nature of the gathering, I didn't think anybody would want to have a vice cop hanging around. But I can assure you, all the boys were suitably impressed. Rich most of all!"

Letha shook her head sadly.

"What's the matter? I thought you'd be pleased to know how much you thrilled them all."

"It's-it's nice to know, but ever since I first saw you, I've been hoping we could develop a normal relationship."

He laughed. "What's normal in this day and age? I've been a vice squad detective for five years, and things I've seen would curl your cunt hair."

Collins approached her from behind, stark naked, his enormous cock twanging hard. He raised the back of her tweed suit skirt and pulled her pure white panties down. Letha moaned as he pressed a bulbous big cock head into the trim little crack of her ass. The radiating heat made the puckered rim of her shithole seethe and squirm.

She could feel that his hard prick was well-greased with lubricating cream and after the delightful ordeal of his nephew's bachelor party, her ass was far more resilient than reluctant.

"Ooooh!" she cried, wringing her ass tight.

"Oooooh!"

"Your ass is pure pleasure to me!" he said with a grunt, giving her another few inches of greased cock.

Letha yowled and yanked her head up, forgetting that he'd knotted her hair around a rung between the chair's front legs. She shivered and sank back, her belly heaving where it was crimped by the back of the chair, her ass strained by the monster cock of her widow's dreams.

"I need a prick like yours," she whined through quivering lips when he rooted it deep.

"And I need a woman who understands that a vice cop's desires are not what most would consider normal."

He began fucking her ass with slow, gliding strokes so they could both enjoy the slithering friction to the utmost.

"I'll take a life sentence!" Letha's delighted voice cried. "I want to fuck you forever… a sex life-sentence without possibility of parole."

Collins drilled and twisted his enormous cock into her ass, thrilled by her writhing contractions. Knowing now that she could not only accept but enjoy his perverted desires made her all the more thrilling.