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Subject: {ASSM} Sunshine6 (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/F, Police Interrogation, BDSM, Asphyxia, NC
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Disclaimer: This is a story I started on a Thursday, went away for the
weekend, and finished on Sunday. That's why it is the way it is. The
title is just what I called the text file before I wrote a single
word. And "Crime and Punishment" is already taken. Keep this free,
repost, distribute, I don't care. Just don't charge money for it. And
keep away from kids. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18 in
most states.

Written Seattle Wa 2002

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Sunshine6
Fiction by Rachael


"I didn't mean to kill her, it just happened." 

Detective Smalls dropped the clipboard on his desk with a soft
cluttered smacking sound. Not the effect he wanted, I thought. He had
piles of papers and telephones and pens and donuts and pictures and
who knows what else all over his little desk, "Maybe you should clear
some of that stuff off of there?" I said, only trying to help.

He stared at me like I was from another planet. I hate that. "Is that
your whole statement?" he read it again, all 9 words...but    r e a l
l y     s l o w l y. "Maybe you don't know what kind of trouble you're
in Ms. Moore."

"Ummm...." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe?" So I said that.

He placed a big glossy color photograph on the desk in front of me. It
was Carly, she still looked pretty hot. She was on my bed, with her
hands cuffed to the posts and her legs bound to a spreader. Her eyes
were closed, but it was kind of hard to tell because the plastic bag
tied around her head was a little misty inside. I guess it was
condensation or something.

"Would you like to tell me what this is?" Detective Smalls lit a
cigarette, turning around to open the little window in his office. 

I could see other people, policemen and criminals walking around
through the big glass windows and I felt a little self-conscious
sitting there. I wasn't wearing very much. The two police officers
that came to my house and arrested me didn't really let me dress. They
were in a hurry I think. Probably rookies. 

I reached over the picture and picked up a rubber band from the desk.
Detective Smalls watched me while I combed my hair with my fingers and
then twisted it into a long black ponytail down my back. I had a
jacket on, Paul's old denim thing that smelled like a lawnmower. It
has a little button on one of the pockets that says 'I take drugs
seriously'... I was a little self-conscious about that too. I thought
about taking it off, the jacket I mean, but underneath I had only a
pair of red panties on. See? Rookies. They certainly got an eyeful,
but they were very polite.

I felt my nipples itching a little. They're almost always hard, like
terminal. Sometimes I don't mind, but mostly it's annoying. Like right
now. When I was pulling my hair back the jacket opened up pretty wide
and Detective Smalls, well...He's a Detective, right? He detected.

"Ahem" he cleared his throat, kind of a half-cough. "Does that turn
you on Ms. Moore?"

I froze with my arms up, behind my head and stared at him. My hard
dark nipples burning and plainly visible to his staring eyes. They
were sticking out so far my little rings just dangled there, not even
touching the caramel areolas of my breasts. "Yesssss" I said slowly.
"It turns me on. How about you?"

He snapped his eyes back to mine and his face was kind of red. I
finished my ponytail and dropped my hands back to my lap. "You know,
everything you say here can be taken as evidence against you." He
puffed his cigarette. "You might want to consider that, Ms. Moore."

I smiled. "You don't want me to tell the truth anymore Detective?"

"I didn't say that." He frowned. "Tell me about the picture."

"That's Carly. I met her at a party, she's one of Paul's students." I
picked up the picture and looked at it.

"And Paul is...?"

I crossed my legs; the crotch of my panties was riding a little tight.
"Paul is my Master."

"Master?" Detective Smalls frowned again. He does that a lot, it
doesn't really look good on him. He has one of those faces that looks
like he ought to be smiling a lot more. I wondered what made him
decide to be a policeman. He'd be a much better fireman I think. They
smile a lot, except when they're fighting a fire. I frowned too. I
guess probably Detective Smalls smiled a lot too, when he wasn't being
a policeman, don't you think?

"Well, like a boyfriend only....Not as nice."

"Not as nice?"

I looked at him. "Maybe you should write this down?"

Detective Smalls sat on his really creaky swivel chair, snubbing out
his cigarette. "Let's talk about this Paul person later. Right now I'd
really like to know what happened to Carly. Okay?"

"Sure." I don't mind talking - I guess everyone knows that. So I
closed my eyes for a second and thought about where I should start.

"Just start with tonight." The Detective's voice made me jump. Wow! He
was good! So that's where I started.

After I finished I could tell something was wrong.

"Tell me again how she let you cuff her to the bed." Detective Smalls
was flipping through the clipboard he'd been taking notes on.

"Ummm...What did I say before?" I asked. I thought it was a reasonable
request, no sense repeating myself, right?

He sighed. "It doesn't work like that Ms. Moore."

"Miss"

He looked up at me. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not liberated, Detective. Miss is fine. I like it. Ms. sounds
so.... Butch. I'm tired of it."

"Well, MISS Moore, I'm not going to tell you what you said before.
Just tell me the truth and maybe you won't have to ask me." I could
tell he was getting impatient and it was getting on my nerves a little
or I'd never have said what I said next.

"Careful" I said it kind of sing-songy, you know, like your Dad used
to do when he just knew you were doing something wrong.

"Careful, what?"

"I'll ask for my lawyer, you don't want that do you Detective?" I had
him over a barrel and he knew it. Just being brought here next to
naked would be enough to get me off. I could probably get a pretty
good sexual harassment settlement to boot.

.....Imaginary courtroom in my head: "Did they let you get dressed?"
....oh no your honor! "Did they give you a blanket or anything?" ...oh
no your honor! "Did Detective Smalls ever treat
you...Ahem....Disrespectfully?" ...Oh! <sniff-sniff> He kept looking
at me and...like he wanted to...you know! They all did! I was so
afraid! <boo-hoo-hoo> 

Oh yeah. I smiled at Detective Smalls and spread my legs a little.

"Or maybe, we could go someplace...Quieter? Where I could think a
little clearer? Don't you think that would be better Detective?" I
tried to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm trying my best!" I watched
his eyes move down my thin body and focus on my crotch. Where my
panties had ridden up kind of tight, remember?

Later, in a little room they called 'Interrogation Room 101' Detective
Smalls and I continued our chat.

"What I'm just trying to understand," he said as he lifted various
things out of a big cardboard box labeled 'EVIDENCE' "is how a young
woman, a fairly healthy, intelligent college student, allowed you to
handcuff her to your bed." He pulled out the handcuffs. "Spread her
legs with this.....thing." He pulled it out too.

"It's called a leg-spreader." I offered helpfully.

He gave me a withering look. "Gag her" He pulled out a bright red ball
gag. The one I got for Christmas from David. 

"And finally rape her with this...this...what is this?"

"Are you Amish Detective Smalls? God! It's a strap-on dildo!" Really,
I think he was just teasing me, but it's so hard to tell with those
guys with firemen faces, you know? He looks like Harvey Keitel as 'Mr.
Wolf' ...Not the 'Bad Lieutenant' Harvey Keitel. Kinda sexy actually.

"A strap-on dildo, of course." He made a big show of writing that
down.

"You know what they say Detective....You can't rape the willing." I
slipped my jacket off my shoulders and sat there only in my red lacy
panties.

"Are you a uh...A lesbian Miss Moore?" He really tried not to look at
my tits, really.

"Only when there's no guys around."

"Oh, mmmm...Uh, I see. So you're saying she was willing?"

"Yes. Very." I was absently flicking one of my nipple rings.

"So why the handcuffs? I mean if she was so willing...Seems like you
wouldn't need those, doesn't it?" He made it sound like this was some
feat of extreme cleverness.

"Well Sherlock, I guess you got me there!"

"Was she willing when you put the bag over her head?" He was smiling a
little. 

"Of course! Yeah, she liked asphyxia a lot." I watched him write that
down. "P-H-Y ... Not F-I ....Oops" I looked away from his stare. 

"Did she ask you to do that?" He started taking off his suit coat. I
wondered when he would, it was kind of warm in that little room. "Or
was that your own idea?"

"Ummm...I think it was her idea, but really it could have been mine. I
don't remember. We both, you know, like it." I was rubbing my sex a
little, just a finger up and down my slit. I do that when I get bored,
must be compulsive or something. I do it in school sometimes; it's
really embarrassing when I catch someone catching me. But not this
time.

"I see." And he did too. He watched my hand moving up and down and we
didn't say anything for a minute.

"Do you want to handcuff me Detective? I mean you don't have to, but
if you wanted to...If this is bothering you." I looked down at my
fingers as I pushed the crimson lace between my damp folds. "I don't
think I can stop by myself."

He brushed his palm across the slight bulge in his trousers. Really
quickly, he was good, probably did it like that in church too.
Detective Smalls licked his lips and then picked up the handcuffs
Carly had been wearing. "Do you want me to?"

"Ooooh" I moaned a little. Not really because I needed to, but because
it seemed like a good response, non-committal, but intimating assent.

I got up and pushed everything off the table with a clatter and laid
down on it. I put my wrists together above my head, near one of the
heavy stainless steel legs so I was laying diagonally, looking up at
him. Waiting. My legs hung over the edge and I could feel the
sharpness of it pressing into my creamy thighs. My tummy went concave,
hollowing inward and pushing my ribs out a little. My breasts were
flattened, the firm flesh pulled taut. I knew exactly what I looked
like. I looked just like Carly had a few hours before.

Detective Smalls looked back at the door and hurriedly crossed the
room to lock it. When he came back he was sweating a little and I
smiled at him, wriggling my fingers to catch his attention. The
handcuff chain was long enough for him to make a little loop around
the leg of the table. He did that and it pulled my hands very close
together, I couldn't move them at all, just slide them up and down a
little with a not totally unpleasant rasping sound of metal on metal. 

He looked down at me and reached out to caress my left breast. He
pressed his palm against it, my hard nipple aching beneath the
pleasant pressure. I moaned softly and he started moving his hand in a
slow deliberate circle. "Is this what you did to Carly? Did you touch
her...Like this?" he pinched my nipple between his thumb and finger,
pulling it painfully out, stretching my breast. I was panting now, it
felt so good. Images of Carly beneath my hands mixed with the
sensations coursing through my body.

"Yesssss" I hissed.

Detective Smalls moved to my right breast, pulling my ring this time,
twisting it slightly as he did so, making me gasp. "You like this
don't you? You wanted to come her tonight....You wanted to get
caught." he was hurting me now, making me feel good. I strained at the
cuffs and felt cold steel biting into my skin, pressing against the
bones beneath. I was lifting my hips, unable to help myself.

"Yessss...No.....No....I just wanted to...Ohhhhh...." Whatever thought
was in my head was lost to his fingers as he pressed them into my
flesh, grabbing a fistful of my breast and squeezing. I was getting
louder, my emotions spilling out of me in a series of moans and gasps.
I'd been so ready for this, so wanting it...All that mindless waiting.
Patience was never my strong suit, but I'd waited him out and this was
my reward.

"Maybe I should gag you." He said. "Do you want that?"

I was shivering, telling him yes, yes...I wanted it. I remembered
Carly's mouth, so wide and sweet. Stretching around the soft red ball,
pressing it into her mouth and tightening the leather strap around her
head. I yearned for it, to feel that same thing. I opened my mouth for
it, staring at Detective Smalls' face while he squeezed it between my
teeth, filling me. I couldn't talk; I couldn't refuse or deny anything
now. I was helpless and mute and totally in his power. He fitted me
perfectly and stepped back.

He was breathing harder, his face a little flushed. I lay there
feeling the heat from his hands slowly fading my body. I could see
reddish outlines on my pale skin from his previous attention and it
pleased me. I wanted more, so much more. Detective Smalls undressed
slowly, folding his clothes carefully until at last he was naked. His
penis was hard and I stared at it, watching the way it swung and
bounced with his every movement. He picked up the leg spreader and
looked at me.

"Do we need this? No...I don't think so either." He dropped it into
the box. "But this! It was the plastic bag I'd used on Carly, sealed
inside another plastic bag. He opened the evidence bag open slowly and
removed the instrument of death. It was such a simple thing, a clear
plastic bag, as fine and supple as a dry-cleaning bag. But stronger,
more resilient. I stared at it as he put it on the table beside me.
"We might need that, don't you think?"

Detective Smalls moved between my legs, pulling my panties aside and
fingering my wetness. I tried to push against him. I was so wet
already, so needing his touch. He slapped me lightly, his fingers
coming down on my hard little clitoris and bringing a muffled yelp
from my mouth. He slapped the insides of my thighs hard, urging me to
spread my legs wider, to expose my shaven sex to him completely. He
tore at the thin material of my panties, yanking them off me and
tossing them away.  My body shook as he spanked my wanton sex; over
and over he brought his hand down. I felt a pleasant heat at first,
then an uncomfortable burning. A short time later it was almost
unbearable, my clit especially, becoming so aroused, supersensitive to
the slightest touch and now being smacked repeatedly. I was writhing
beneath him, sobbing into my gag and straining at the bonds on my
wrists. 

And just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, when my mind had all
but shutout every possible thought but the incredible sensations
flooding my body, Detective Smalls stopped. And that was worse. The
pain did not go away, it intensified. My body heaved and perspiration
poured out of me. My tummy was churning; deep inside I could feel the
fingers of my impending orgasm tickling at my soul. Detective Smalls
rubbed his hardness across my sex, slapping it softly, rubbing his
swollen head across and between my labia. When he entered me it was
slowly, but completely. My body yielding to him, accepting him as he
filled me. I was crying out, uselessly.... My whole being contracted
around his penetration and I felt the dam bursting inside. I wrapped
my legs around him, pulling him to me, holding him there while I
orgasmed around him.

He was kind to me; he let me have my moment. My sex was crying out,
bruised and throbbing and somehow more alive, more satisfied than I'd
ever thought possible. I moaned with delight as he began a rhythmic
thrusting, a slow deep slide in and out which felt so wonderful. I
dreamed I'd never had sex before until this night. I'd never known
what making love was until this man had taken me. I kept seeing Carly
in my head, beneath me as I was now beneath Detective Smalls. I
embraced her memory, the way her eyes had stared into mine while we
made love. They had shone with a brilliant light, a glow deep within
her finally released. I was Carly now. That thought brought me to
another shuddering orgasm as Detective Smalls slipped the bag over my
head.

the end
rache18us@yahoo.com

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