Hannah Bronto - Lovers in paradise

Jocelyn's face was pained. "Are you certain those were his words? That he did exactly what you said?"

"My dear young woman…"

I cut in. "Would you continue, please, Mrs. Hudson. Then what happened?"

She smiled smugly at Jocelyn. "After he shoved the gun in my back, I knew he meant business. Naturally, I thought he was after my jewels." Then she quickly amended: "Not that I keep any here… I just thought that was what he might be after. You don't know my relief when he said he was interested only in me."

"Relief?" Jocelyn questioned.

"Well, of course. I mean, I like fucking as much as the next woman. More perhaps. After all, what happened to me was nothing really serious, albeit it was an inconvenience. But can you imagine how I would have felt if he truly were after my jewels? Why, they'd be gone forever perhaps! As it was all I really suffered was a little pain, and that will pass soon enough…"

Jocelyn's face turned scarlet, but she said nothing.

Mrs. Hudson continued: "He threw me a hooded mask to put over my head, and then he told me to strip. I did as he asked, taking off every stitch of my clothing. I have a wonderful body still, you know. I do. It's quite remarkable. Very youthful. Why I look…"

"What happened then?" I asked.

"He threw me a dildo and told me to make love to it. It was quite a nice one too: very long and very, very thick. Made of a nice soft, but firm flestex. I hoped he was going to leave it behind, but he didn't. It was a shame: it was some rubber cock."

"And?"

"And I made love to myself, using the dildo. I started off very slowly, you know – just running the tip of the shaft between my legs, getting my cunt used to it. I pushed the head against my clitty and rubbed it hard back and forth, setting up the most glorious sensation." She sighed, as if in passing memory. "Then, when I got loose and wet, and held the cock parallel to my cunt, spreading the lips around the sides of the shaft, and I pumped it up and down, humping myself with it. It was quite nice."

Jocelyn said nothing. Her lips were pressed tightly together, stretched tautly across her clenched lips. Mrs. Hudson's husband didn't say anything either.

"Then I began to open up all the way, and I just tipped the cock up, and it slid into my pussy just as neat as you please. Let me tell you – that was some cock. I was really filled up: from the lips of my cunt all the way up into my belly. And then, when I began to move it, you know, push it in and out of me – well, I tell you, I was in ecstasy, regardless of the circumstances."

I shattered her reverie. "And then what happened?"

Mrs. Hudson flushed slightly. "I have a small confession to make." She leaned forward and spoke in a low, confidential tone. "I have a slight sex problem – I have a tendency to over-sex. Once I get started, I sometimes don't know when to stop. My doctors tell me that it might be glandular. But, whatever the case, I do have this propensity for over-sexing, and that time was no exception. I was really enjoying it, building nicely toward what seemed to be a shattering orgasm, and then… and then…"

"Yes?"

"And then that – beast! – asked me to do something unnatural. He simply ruined it."

I looked at her curiously. "What did he ask you to do, Mrs. Hudson?"

She gulped, but held her chin out bravely. "He forced me to…" her lips quivered as she spoke "… to insert the dildo into my… into my…"

"Rectum!" her husband, John Clay, said, speaking up for his only contribution. He said it smugly, firmly, as if his only reason for being there was to say that one word. And perhaps it was.

"Yes, that's where he made me put it. I didn't like it at all. I'm a very sexually well adjusted woman, but there are limits!"

"Of course," I said. "And then?"

"And then it was over. He sprayed this misty thing at me, and I went out, just like that." She snapped her finger. "When I woke up, he was gone. He took the dildo with him."

"You know, of course, you were raped for certain?"

"Of course. My poor little cunny was all sore and bloody. Oh, it ached so bad. He must have had some cock, that man." She shook her head and sighed. "And I have a very wide cunt. I can take a cock as big as – here, let me show you." She began to lift her dress.

I held up my hand. "No – that's quite all right. We don't doubt your word."

Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Thank you."

"And you're positive you can't identify him?"

"No. I can't."

"Shit!" Jocelyn exploded.

Police Commissioner Moran sat back in his chair, putting his finger-tips together, as was his habit, and continued to suck on the pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"All right," he said, "now tell me about the third rape victim. Her name was…" he consulted the file on his desk "… Miss Louise Archer."

Jocelyn giggled, and because it was the first time I can remember her ever having done so, it only made matters worse. "Lou," she said.

Commissioner Moran frowned. "Lou?"

"That's quite enough!" I cut in, directing my annoyance at Jocelyn.

Her giggle broke into a laugh.

"Would one of you two please have the decency to lei me in on the joke. I enjoy laughter as well as the next person."

"It's no joking matter, Spens…" I began.

"I'll say it wasn't," Jocelyn offered, barely smothering her laughter long enough to get the words out. "I thought she was going to pull his pants down and fuck him right there for the quadcorder to tape. What an interesting report that would have made!"

"Jocelyn!"

"Well, it's true," she insisted.

"Will someone please…" Commissioner Moran rocked forward, pulling the pipe from his lips. He pointed the stem at Jocelyn. "You explain…"

"But Spens…"

"And you," he said, training the lethal stem at me now, "keep quiet. When I want your observations, I'll ask for them. It seems clear to me that this involves you and another young woman. I'd hardly consider your version of what happened unprejudiced." He dismissed me with a flip of his pipe. "Now, Miss Wolfe, what happened? And from the top."

"We stopped at Miss Archer's apartment quite late," Jocelyn began, "and apparently she was getting ready for bed, because she came to the door wearing hardly nothing. Just a flimsy, and quite transparent, negligee. Take my word for it, Commissioner, Miss Archer had nothing to hide…"

"I get the point, Miss Wolfe. See whether you can continue without leering."

She straightened out the smile that was curling up the comers of her lips. "Yes sir, I'll try," she said. "Anyhow, Miss Archer was glad to let us in – I say 'us' only because I was there as well. But if it were up to her, she and Mal were quite alone in the room."

I glared at Jocelyn, muttering under my breath. "Well, you've got to admit that she did all the talking to you, didn't she?"

"Spens, are you going to…?"

"Mal," he warned.

"Miss Archer, who by the way, wanted Mal to call her Lou instead of Louise or Miss Archer, went over the details of her particular attack in considerable and quite graphic detail. She left nothing to the imagination, telling Mal how it felt, how wet it made her, how horny – everything. And all the while she was leaning all over him, nudging him with her pert little tittles…"

"Now you've gone too far!" I cried, standing up.

"Well, it's true!" Jocelyn retorted.

"Malachi Browne," cried Commissioner Moran, "sit down! And not another word from you until this is finished. Do you understand?"

I sat down. "Yes… sir."

Jocelyn continued: "It seems the rapist's means of getting into her apartment was the same as it had been for the other two victims: a call from the lobby of her building for a package that wasn't there. When she returned to her apartment, he was waiting for her."