Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

Thoransson carried himself and talked like a kind of hip John Wayne, which is to say that he was rugged and masculine but his mind and opinions weren't off in right field waving an American flag.

"This is going to be a pleasure," he drawled when he met me, sticking out a big, friendly hand for me to shake, never leaving any room for doubt that he considered me his equal.

I was the only person he talked to after we were introduced, leaving all the other idiots at the precinct, who were creaming in their uniforms to try and impress a real detective with how important they were standing there with egg on their faces. Every once in a while one of them would try and interrupt Thoransson and me, but he would cut them short immediately with something like, "If you'll excuse me, I'm interested in hearing Miss Cooper's… Melanie's opinions, because she's the one I'm going to be cracking this case with."

Boy, if that didn't put the bastards in their places.

Finally, Thoransson, or Ted, as I was already starting to call him, got tired of all those toads hopping around his ankles and said, "Let's blow this joint, Melanie, and go someplace where we can be alone and dope this case out."

"Sure thing," I agreed, and we turned and left the rest of them standing there with expressions of amazement.

Ted began our collaboration by giving me a crash course in sex crimes so I would be familiar with the methods of operation and the kind of criminal who commits them, and also so I wouldn't be too shocked by the kind of thing I was likely to run into.

We were at his apartment for some privacy and he walked over and pulled a bottle of brandy off a shelf and poured a big slug of it into a snifter, handing it to me and saying, "Here, have some of this. It'll settle you down for what I'm about to show you."

I downed the brandy, feeling it tickling down my throat and filling my stomach with warmth as he filled my glass again and then handed me a manila envelope.

"What's this?" I asked, opening the envelope and starting to remove the contents.

"Pictures. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and these pictures will explain to you more than I ever could what kind of a person we're going up against. These're sex crime pictures from the files of the Deviate Control Squad. Even the regular cops don't have access to see these beauties because they're so disgusting and far out."

"How come?"

"The boys downtown are afraid that if the regular cops saw pictures like these they'd get so heated up they'd probably beat any suspects in sex crimes to a pulp before they ever got them to the precinct."

"Where did these come from, who took them?" I asked.

"Some of our police photographers took some of them and others were confiscated from the personal effects of sex criminals after they were apprehended. Hold your breath and take a look. I hope you drank enough brandy."

I looked at the pictures, but it wasn't easy as I continuously sipped brandy to keep my equilibrium. They ran the gamut of every kind of sexual perversion you could think of, and some I certainly hadn't thought of myself (fucking a chicken?). Mostly, though, they were visions of brutality, sadomasochistic fantasies come to life in which people inflicted unspeakable tortures on others, almost always centering on their sex organs. There were pictures of cocks bound in rawhide, cunt lips pulled splittingly apart by intricate chains attached to the clit and outer pussy folds, bloody whip marks crisscrossing tits and asses, harnesses that shackled women to such an extent that they seemed to be reduced to gaping bursting cunts and nothing else.

"Being kinky is one thing," I said, shaking my head, "but this violence…"

"That's the hallmark of the sex criminal," Ted said. "That's what I'm trying to get across to you."

"But why do they have to resort to such atrocities, such… surely they could find someone who…" I stumbled, words failing me.

"That's just the point," he said, "you've hit the nail on the head. The world is full of enough different kinds of people, that if they wanted to, these deviates could probably find somebody else who likes the same kind of sex that they do. But that's not all they're after. Getting it the easy way is no fun for them. They aren't happy unless they take it against someone's will. Actually, a lot of the perversions in these pictures might make for enjoyable and rewarding sex if both parties consented."

"I can see what you mean," I agreed, taking a drink from my glass which Ted had just filled again. "It isn't the things they do that's so objectionable, it's, I guess, that one makes the other do it against her will…"

"And his will," Ted smiled.

"You mean?"

"Sure, there're plenty of woman freaks too."

"Wow."

"Well, don't let me stop you from what you were trying to say," he said, moving closer to me on the couch.

"What I was going to say was that I guess it's the cruelty that makes it wrong; the shame of being forced to do that sort of thing."

"Precisely," he said. "The use of sexual aids or paraphernalia doesn't have to be cruel. It can be fun. Almost a breath of fresh air as a change once in awhile from the routine of ordinary sex."

Suddenly the brandy which I had been drinking so copiously hit me and I put my hands to my temples, my face flushing. "Wow," I breathed huskily, "the combination of those pictures and this brandy is some stuff. I don't know if I'll be able to drive home until my head stops spinning."

"Why don't you just lie down here for awhile," he invited. "You relax on the couch and I'll go get something I'd like to show you."

I closed my eyes and when I opened them, Ted was standing next to me with a large cardboard box. My head had stopped spinning from the brandy, but when I looked into the box it started reeling again for a different reason. Inside the box was a collection of harnesses and whips, glistening black corsets and panties, bras with the center clipped out of the cups, chains and shackles, and God knows what else.

"This is stuff I've collected over the years," he said, "evidence from different cases I've worked on."

"How does all this stuff work?" I giggled, realizing that I was drunk and that I couldn't sober up if I wanted to.

"Wanna see?" he winked.

"It would be kind of like research," I tittered, suddenly realizing that I was more than merely plastered. I was turned on from the constant suggestion of sex, Ted's presence, the warming brandy, and the box of kinky paraphernalia, all of which had served to abruptly turn my cunt into a steaming nest of passion as I felt it start to glow between my thighs, turning the crotch of my panties into a sopping rag with a warm discharge of sensual stickiness.

"Here, try these on for size," he said, picking some stuff up out of the box and throwing it to me. "You go into the bedroom and put it on while I slip into something… uh, more comfortable, and we'll surprise each other."

I caught the wadded up stuff, feeling the slick surfaces of leather and rubber in my hands. I dutifully got up and took the apparel into the bedroom and threw it on the bed, undressing to get into it, my head reeling from a combination of drunkenness and horniness.

I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't had the possibility of fucking Ted on my mind when I agreed to go to his apartment. I'm just that kind of girl – not cheap, but healthy. Put me alone with a big, strong, attractive man and I'm not going to stop nature from taking its course. My cunt craves the luxury of a hot stiff cock pumping up inside of it as much as any girl's, probably more than usual, I guess, because I like to think I'm not as neurotic about sex as most people. However, I certainly hadn't expected the evening to turn into a masquerade party. On the other hand, as I slipped my drenched panties off my sopping crotch and felt their saturated fabric peel off my matted, musky, pussy hair, the aroma of sex wafting up from between my thighs and filling my nostrils, I knew that I was so turned on that I wasn't going to be satisfied until I left with a load of jizz up my hungry cunt, and, who knew, this might be an interesting new way to get it.