The Guzzler Strikes! (Closed to Milkmaiden)

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Kim and I sniff about

I didn't like the idea of having guns. Kim had a point, we needed self defense beyond just our regular powers. Those people were clearly trying to kill us and we needed to be on par with them. We had that chance. If we get these, they had to be put someplace away from us, maybe hidden in Kim's van. Plus, she was the only one that could get pistols as the rest of us, none were 21 or older.

To get back to Kim's question, "I don't know about those two" I said about Bass and Trey. "Ever since they came back from 'talking to her' they've been asking like a bunch of giggling school girls."

"You think she went down on them?" Kim asked with concern in her voice.

"I hope not" I replied with a bit of alarm, then didn't want to dwell on it. "Let's go find Will."

Leaving the cafe, we spent about an hour trying to find Will. He liked to move about, taking his 'house' with him in a shopping cart. He didn't bother people, nor panhandling, or acting crazy on the sidewalk. He was a collector, he would gather up metal and send it to a recycling plant and get enough money for food for a day. That's where we found him, coming away from the recycling plant with $20 he earned.

"Hey, Will!" Kim waved. She wanted to give him a hug but the man smelled horribly. He had not showered in weeks.

The man remembered us and he lit up, "Oh, hello! Glad to see you're back. Hey listen, I was going to call you earlier, I heard what happened over at the special school. It was horrible!"

"Yeah. It was," Kim sighed, remembering it but not mentioning our involvement. "We were wondering if you heard anything on the street."

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, pushing his cart along. "I hear everything!" pointing at his ears. "Word I hear is, there are some druggies looking for someone called the Guzzler and her 'freaky friends'" acting as though he didn't know the connection. "Word is, there's a hit out on them, worth over 100 grand!"

I whistled at this. "Who put out the Hit?"

"That part, I don't know" Will nervously looked about, then he leaned in, "But it's one of them druggies. They're peddling their poison on every street corner here!" in his anger he waved a hand towards one street corner where two emaciated guys were loitering, waiting for a customer. "Damn druggies! Coked out of their damn minds!"

"Anything else you can tell us, Will?" asked Kim softly.

"Yeah. There's one more thing the homeless man replied. "I hear bits and pieces, there's a rumor going around that there's a ninja trying to kill mutants."

"A ninja?" I scoffed.

"I know!" his eyes became big. "They're real! I tell ya!" he pointed at me. "They're here! They're really sneaky. But, word is, they've been hired by the druggies to clean up the place, that means 'take out the competition'."

"And take out any potholes along the way" Kim nodded.

"Right. You guys gotta watch yourselves" Will looked about once more. "They could be anywhere!"

Mya and Marilyn snoop about.

The hippies were diligent. They took their studies seriously and also knew that lives were on the line. They were up around the same time as we were, doing their meditation, clearing their minds and bodies, a light meal of greens, a shower and they were off to the faculty building. Along the way they picked some of the blooming flowers to adorn their heads that gave them a spiritual bliss.

Security was greatly expanded since the shooting. There were more armed guards walking the area. Protestors and news reporters were crowding the front gate trying to get in, and were stopped by the gate by these armed guards with stern orders that-if anyone broke in, shoot them. Sanjo was not going to risk having the shooter coming back and carrying out a second shooting.

There were no classes so no faculty was on campus. The building wasn't locked because the janitors were cleaning out the rooms. Getting in was easy. The janitors were preoccupied in their work to notice. Finding the doctor's office locked, Marilyn pulled a pin from her long hair, picked the lock, and both of them slipped in and locked it. They were fortunate, the janitors had started from the top floor and worked their way down, therefore, they've done this floor. There was no risk of them coming in and catching them.

Mya started in the bathroom. There was hardly a need to, but she wanted to be thorough. Marilyn started with the desk, opening drawers and going book by book, page by page. Some of it was in German, they couldn't understand it. "If we find any papers" Marilyn said, "We should just photograph and not take it with us. We don't want to be caught with it."

"That's a good idea, sister" Mya called out from the bathroom. She had finished her search there and found nothing of note except that it must be nice having your own private bathroom on the job.

While they admired the doctor for her skills and deeds, they detested the luxury, the indulgence, and vanity with all the photographs of herself showing off and the many items, trophies and plaques. The filing cabinet also had nothing of use to them, just school oriented papers. There was no grade book, something that might prove useful to show which students may be receiving special treatment from a slutty doctor praying on her pupils. If there was any evidence, it wasn't here. Maybe she took it with her when she got suspended and left campus.

The sisters even flipped over and looked inside the mounted photographs, hopping there was something-a contact list or bribe money, anything they could use. Nothing. As they searched, they heard voices coming and hid behind the desk. Coming down the hall were two voices of women casually talking. They were security guards, Officer Sandy and her partner Cassie, both of whom were known to the hippies. They were roughly the same age though Cassie was pretty upbeat, perky. She was well fit and would hop and skip about doing her patrols. Some say it was her indulgence of caffeine. Despite what's happened on campus, Cassie was remarkably happy. "So, anyway," Cassie says, as she hops around Officer Sandy, "Dylan asks me 'what do you like?'" dropping her voice to mimic her boyfriend, "and I said 'I like surprises!' and you know what he did? He jerked off on my ass while I was watching TV!" Cassie laughed, straightening up and stretching her arms above her head, showing she was limber. "It was really hot! So, anyway, How about tonight, you, Dylan, and I go to the club!"

"I don't know..." sighed Officer Sandy. As they spoke they were going down the hall, grabbing the door knobs of every office and ensuring they were locked.

"Oh, come on!" cried Cassie, hopping around behind her partner, she reached around and grabbed Sandy's massive rack over her uniform and squeezed them, "You got these massive honkers, and a ass to die for! Your ass is almost as hot as Sanjo's! Stop waiting for that 'Mr. Right' and just go for 'Mr. Right Now'! It's not a commitment, it's just fun!"

The two talked and it brought them to stop right in front of Dr. Ziegler's office, trapping the two hippies inside. They were talking for several minutes, well, it was namely Cassie that was talking because of her energetic nature. The longer they stayed outside that door the higher the risk was that they would get caught, a stray cough or movement that made noise would immediately get the officer's attention that something was amiss.

"Look!" Cassie suggested, "Maybe just let Dylan cum on your chest and take the edge off!"

"No, Cassie" Officer Sandy rolled her eyes. "I know Dylan wants to do me, but I don't think he's that hot."

"Oooooh don't be such a baby!" laughed Cassie.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder behind the desk, Mya looked over at Marilyn wondering how they were going to get out of this. There was the idea of placing a call to the main office-saying that there was help needed somewhere else on campus and security should come. Problem with that idea, the security office phones have Caller ID. There was also the thought of using the Doctor's phone, but then, security would immediately pin that it was coming from that phone and virtually all the faculty was gone. Therefore, someone had broken in. As luck would have it, there were two officers outside just walk in after the call had been traced. So, that was a no-go.

Mya would have to use the same trick as last time on Officer Sandy. This time it would be against that eager Cassie. Closing her eyes and focusing her thoughts, Mya couldn't see the officer but she could hear her through the thick door. Sweat was rolling down her forehead as she linked her mind with Cassie and planted the image of the perky security officer on her back getting eaten out. Having no reference to her boyfriend-Dylan-Mya substituted the lover as being me because I was just the first guy that entered her mind. Cassie froze instantly, heart thumping as the hot sensation rolled up her body.

"You okay?" Sandy asked in concern.

"Ya. Yeah. I'm good. I'm good!" Cassie began running in place, trying to keep her heart under control before fanning her face, turned on.

"You look like you've run a marathon" Officer Sandy looked over her trembling partner whose face was flushing red. Knowing she was reaching the edge, one good push would send Cassie running and give them a chance to slip out. So Mya did the push, implanting the image inside Cassie's mind that she was in her security uniform, hole ripped in her pants, being bent over a table, and being rammed from behind, and that it was me doing it, someone that Cassie was not familiar with. Her ass being pounded before a large load of thick white spunk was sprayed over her ass, so much so that thick streams down down her uniform pants. "I gotta...I'll be right back!" and jetted down the hallway. A moment later, Officer Sandy followed.

Given their chance, Mya and Marilyn quickly snuck out of the faculty building and to their dorm without being noticed but also empty handed.


Melissa, Trey, and Bass fuck about.

Those three were slow risers. Even with their alarms set. We were long gone by the time they shook the cobwebs out of their brains and got going. Lacking a vehicle, Melissa used an Uber to take them close to the Doctor's house. It was easy to find online using just a Google search. Dropped off a few blocks away, the trio snuck through the brush behind someone's house then crept the brush skirting around the doctor's property, the only house in a cul-de-sac. To conceal their identities, each one wore a dark hoodie with a surgical mask and gloves to not leave fingerprints.

Being a doctor and a university professor afforded a lot, a 1960's era brick house modernly refurbished, replacing the small windows with floor to ceiling windows to allow in lots of natural light, the roof and exterior trim painted white, and the roof had several solar panels. In the backyard, a cut rock wall about five feet high lined three sides of a large pool with a detached jacuzzi. Crouched forward, one behind the other, the three crept until finding a spot they could peek over.

Almost immediately they saw Dr. Ziegler and froze. The doctor seemed to be taking the suspension in stride, laying herself on a beach chair, wearing a white bikini, enjoying some sun for her fair body while reading a magazine on her belly. Her large, round ass like a mountain over a valley.

Peeking over the wall at the same time, Bass gasped, "Oh, sweet!"

"Be quiet!" hiss Melissa. "Damn boys" she thought. "Always thinking with their dicks."

Trey snuck out his phone and tried to take a picture only for another warning to be made, this time because someone had emerged from the house, a man. "I didn't know she was married," Trey whispered.

"Neither did I" Bass whispered back, trying to remember if there was a ring on her finger.

This complicate things. The man was large, over six-feet tall and ripped, wearing blue swim trunks with slick black hair. He walked over to the doctor as she casually read. "That lucky fucker!" Trey groaned.

"C'mon!" Melissa growled. "How are we going to get into the house?"

Looking on the right side of the house, a window happened to be open. That would work. Sneaking around, using the rock wall and concealment, they reached the window and climbed in to find a lovely, posh interior with leather chairs, a 70" plasma screen TV, a modern kitchen with gas burner stoves, an island with pots, pans, skillets, and cookware suspended over it. "Fuck me!" gasped Bass. "I should be a doctor!"

"Who are you kidding?" Trey chuckled. "You'd fuck up a single stitch."

"Guys, quick fucking around!" warned Melissa. "We need to start looking. Trey, find the bedroom. Bass, find her office. I'll keep watch on them. Go!" The place was a maze! The guys hoped that there wasn't someone else living in the house they didn't know about. Cautiously turning the brass doorknobs and pressing the door in with their shoulders, they found the office and bedroom. Trey was hoping there would be some kinky stuff laying about, a dildo or a dirty movie, even both!

Bass found the office, walls adorned with degrees, photos of Dr. Ziegler with many famous people, movie stars, politicians. Her mahogany desk was cluttered with stacked manuscripts, folders, faded books. He didn't know what he was looking for, just something that had evidence. Bass put his mind to work, if something had evidence, what would it be in? A journal, a ledger? It wouldn't be 'Kill Book' or 'Conspiracies' emblazoned across it. Just a nondescript ledger. Opening the drawers, one book stood out, it had a metal clasp on it. Must be a journal! Now he had to pick it.

In the bedroom, Trey was trying to look while not clearly disturbing things. Nothing under the thick, padded bed with over a dozen different types of pillows that made the simple student scoff, why have over a dozen when two are enough? Nothing in their bathroom or under the mattresses.

For Melissa, she was having the better luck, namely because she did not have search, everything was right in front of her and it was a glorious show. The man, this hunky guy with a squared off, bearded jaw, and ripped abs, sat behind the doctor's large backside, squirted some sun tan lotion into his large palms and began massaging from her neck down her back then played with the flesh of her cheeks.

Clearly in a playful mood, Dr. Ziegler backed herself against him, rubbing her ass against him. In no time, he whipped out his massive rod and draped it over her ass to which led Melissa to gasp with wide eyes at its meaty girth. The man took it in hand and used it to slap the doctor's large backside that jiggled.

Dumbstruck, Melissa watched from the window as the man shoved his manhood right into the doctor's tight snatch and proceeded to ride her fast and rough, their bodies coming together in rapid impacts that shuddered up her body. No neighbors, no inhibitors, the blonde woman wailed in German as his rod burrowed up her body, the man's hairless sac slapping between her toned legs. "What lucky woman..." gasped Melissa.

Surprisingly, the boys didn't hear all of this, either the walls were thickly insulated or the windows were soundproof. Melissa saw this and wanted to be apart of it because there was different positions, the seashell where, laying on her back, Dr. Ziegler's toned legs were pulled up until they were nearly past her head, she was surprisingly limber, while the man lay on her. To show her skills, she even crossed her ankles behind her head, her blades of bright blonde hair tossed as he thumped into her.

Bass used a hairpin and jimmied the lock, flipping through the pages, it looked like a journal with dates and line upon line of hand writing, but it was all in German. He figured, he couldn't take it because then she would know someone was snooping around. Taking out his phone, he began photographing each page.

Coming up empty in the room, Trey came back to find Melissa standing near the window touching her own chest, aroused by the show. He came over to see what she was gawking at in time to see Dr. Ziegler roll onto her back, the man straddling her chest, sliding his meat between her bare breasts, pinching her pink nipples and plucking them, the tip of his rod touching her pink lips. When he was ready, the man stroked himself as Dr. Ziegler massaged his sack with one hand, the other gracing his thigh. That sac was bigger than her palm! The guy must've been saving up for this epic finish.

"Here we go! Here we go! Ah! AHHHHHHH fuck!" It was like turning on a faucet, the cum just came flowing out, not with every spurt, just a rush of thick, white, hot cum that splashed over her perfect face, blinding her as the Doctor laughed, taking a lot into her mouth, squeezing his sack hard to get every drop out of it as it rushed down her face.

"Ja! Ja! Das gud! Give me" gasped the blonde woman smacking her lips at the tangy sensation coating her hot flesh.

"That's a good girl" the man laughed, slapping her face with his meaty wang.

Delighted, she not only ate it in front of him, she got up, slapped his rod and then ran into the house, naked! Aroused, the man laughed and followed, "You want to play hard to get?!"

Both Melissa and Trey laid behind a couch. The two lovers ran into the kitchen then down a hall towards the bedroom where they shut the door. Now was their chance to get out. A moment later, Bass came out, phone in hand, whispering what they found. Satisfied they had accomplished their mission, the three jumped out the window and kept running until they found their Uber.

 

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Kim and Ryan

As Kim and Ryan walked back to the van, Kim said. “Well, that was informative. Will, is a bit weird, but I think he knows what is going on. I’m not sure about the Ninja part. But I believe a drug lord put a hit on us.” Kim reasoned.

Ryan did not say anything back as they got in the van. Kim drove away from the recycling center “So how do we buy some guns… just go to Walmart?” She asked Ryan.

“Buying a gun isn’t the same as buying toilet paper. We are talking about killing people, are we ready for this next step?” Ryan asked Kim.

“Wow, when you put it that way… I’m not sure” Kim replied, “Maybe we need to reason this out. I know, it’s a grave and potentially lethal weapon. There are real risks like accidental shootings, someone stealing the guns, the guns used in domestic violence or even suicide.”

“Yes” Ryan agreed.

“But on the other side, we were shot at, and we had no way to defend ourselves. In our line of work, being heroes, we also become targets.” Kim explained.

“Yes" Ryan agreed "I guess it comes down to a simple question. Are there circumstances where you feel comfortable killing someone to protect something or someone else? Can you live with that decision?” Ryan asked.

Kim thought about it for a few seconds. “My answer is yes. If someone was shooting at you, you bet, I could pull the trigger. I could live with that decision.” Kim replied.

“Ok… then, let’s go get some guns.” Ryan told Kim.

They went to a gun store called “Firearms for Defense”. The sales man was nice and showed them lots of guns. Kim and Ryan had remembered the firearms training they had gotten at the policy academy, so they knew enough to understand what the sales person was telling them.

When they walked into the store, Kim was sure she wanted the same hand gun the police use. It was what she had fired at the Academy training. But when Kim told the man it was for self-defense, he told her to try "Hellcat" made by The Springfield Armory company. Kim loved the weapon. It was light weight, compact, and semi-automatic pistol. She got the extended 13-round magazine and added a laser aim finder as well. She got a few boxes of ammo, and the price was around 700 dollars.

“What are you going to get?” She asked Ryan as he looked over a few guns.

 

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My experience with firearms was quite limited. I've fired shotguns and pistols in Uncle Ned's backyard. That's about it. Video games do not count! It was a difficult choice. "If you're looking for something for home defense," the salesman replied. "You'll want something compact, not full size. That way it's easier to hide." It was a tough choice.

Then there was the real problem, I was only 19. I couldn't legally buy a pistol. Kim whispered to me to not mind that part. "I'm getting these" she said, since she was of legal age. The salesman wasn't asking questions or asking for IDs just yet.

After some choice, I went with the mini-Glock, the 29 chambering 10mm. It was incredibly small, just 3.6 inch barrel, it could fit in my palm and hold ten rounds. Perfect for hiding. Leaning over to Kim, I whispered, "My dick is bigger than this thing!"

She jested, "Not many things are bigger than your dick."

I didn't get the extended magazine, fearing it would hinder its concealability. This Glock was on sale for just $500, not counting extra magazines and ammunition. After some talking, Kim and I agreed that these would be the right purchases. Now came the paperwork and the money. The seller gave Kim the forms to fill out. I think she was tempted to just use her powers and sneak the guns out, then thought against it fearing this would come back to haunt them, like the ATF doing some tracking. We didn't need the Feds on our ass.

The background check came back clean and Kim laid out the money for the pistols, three magazines each along with several boxes of ammunition. Our sale complete, we put it all into some discrete boxes and loaded them back on board the van.

We left the store and wondered what we were going to do with these weapons. Given the security at the school right now, it wasn't wise to bring them in and show them to the others just yet. "I got a panel inside the van" Kim said. "We can stash them there for the time being."

"On to the pizza place next?" I asked.

"Yep!" smiled Kim. "Plus I'm getting hungry."

Most of the patrons of the pizzeria were from the school. It was under lockdown so the place was rather quiet. We walked in and looked about. As luck would have it, the same waitress from last time was there. She recognized us and approached, "Hi, guys. Same as last time?"

"Yes" Kim said. "But we also have some questions for you, if you don't mind?"
The waitress perked up, thinking we were going to ask about the daily special.

"My friend, DW, when he came here, can you describe him?" asked Kim.

The waitress's eyes looked towards the ceiling, deep in thought. "He was real big," trying to conjure the memory. "He was wearing, like, a trench coat and a fedora, I think. Had a real deep voice."

"Can you describe his face?" Kim asked.

"Uh, crap. Not off the top of my head. Sorry" the waitress nervously laughed. "But I did see him get into his car. It was a white Cadillac. He was so big that the vehicle lurched to the left when he got in." It wasn't much, but it was something to go by. "Oh, and I've seen that same car, at least I think it's the same car. It's been around here a few times. I don't remember the license plate."

"Hmmm" Kim pursed her lips. "Seems we keep playing 'tag' with one another. "Can you do us a favor, next time he's here, can you call this number and let me know?" signing a slip of paper with a pencil with her phone number.

Taking the number, the waitress nodded. "Sure thing! So, the usual again?"

"Sure!" Kim nodded. We headed back to our normal spot. Looking at my phone, there was a quick message from Marilyn. "We could not find anything of use." Showing that to Kim we were a bit disappointed but also somewhat relieved. Hopefully Dr. Ziegler wasn't part of this plot. Still no word from Melissa, Trey, or Bass. Maybe they were still searching.

They were searching allright. But not at the house. Instead, the guys were searching Melissa's holes back in her room. All three were so horny over both what they saw and the exhilaration of nearly being caught that they 'celebrated' with a good double-penetration pounding on Melissa's bed.

It started with the runner firmly between her two friends-with-benefits, getting felt up before she laid on her back, Bass between her legs eating her out while Trey was above her head and shoving his meat down her throat. Melissa wasn't telling them that she was fantasizing this was being done to her by that hunk at the pool. Her friends didn't tell her, they were fantasizing that she was Dr. Ziegler.

Going back just a bit

Overcome by lust, Officer Cassie ran to the woman's bathroom with her partner, Officer Sandy, right behind her. Shutting herself inside a stall, Cassie opened her blouse, trying to cool herself off.

"Are you okay?" Sandy said through the stall door.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah" panted Cassie. "I just-I just really horny, for some reason."

"Thinking about Dylan?" jested Sandy.

"No. That's just it-I don't know who it was. I just had this flash inside my mind of a really cute guy with a fucking massive cock! He was pounding me from behind. He came and he came, it was running down my legs..."

This made Sandy burst into laughter, "Uh-oh! Don't tell Dylan you're with another man!"

"I'm not!" cried Cassie. "It's just my imagination."

"Yeah. Well, can your imagination conjure up some pizza? C'mon. I'm hungry and it's lunch. Let's go to the pizza joint."

Given a moment to compose herself, Cassie cleaned herself up. Together they left the bathroom and radioed that they were taking lunch and left campus by using a side-gate to get around the protestors unseen.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Mya and Marilyn

Mya and Marilyn were back in their dorm room. They were not sure what to do next.

“What else can we do?” Mya asked, frustrated they had not found anything.

“Nothing, we need to wait and the universe will give us a sign” Marilyn replied calmly.

“That sounds boring” Mya added with a frown.

Marilyn gave Mya a funny look.

“What?’ Mya asked.

“We could make love?” Marilyn suggested “That is not boring.”

“There are no boys here?” Mya pointed out.

“I thought just the two of us this time?” Marilyn said.

“Oh” Mya said in surprise.

“We have had threesomes before” Marilyn pointed out

“Yes, but there was a cock… involved” Mya countered.

Marilyn smiled and played her best card. She innocently, slipped out of her thin halter top and undid her red bra. Her big milky breasts leapt out, defying gravity, big, proud, swollen, heavy...

Mya froze at that vision.

"Are you sure you don't want to play for a while?" Marilyn asked

Mya came over to Marilyn.

"Good girl, take them... Play with them... Play with my big boobs, which you like so much...” Marilyn suggested.

Mya started to play with Marilyn’s breasts. Meanwhile Marilyn pressed the palm of her hand against Mya's sex, who shivered, wincing for a moment.

Mya loved men. She liked women, but alone with Marilyn, that made her sound like a Lesbian. But Marilyn's breasts were so incredibly large, and the sensations that Marilyn's hand was sending into her body so incredibly pleasant... she thought she should let Marilyn continue to play with her vagina. The sensation of Marilyn’s stroking was wonderful.

The rhythm of Marilyn's hand gradually increased, going no longer only up and down, but also taking on a circular pattern. Then Marilyn's warm, smooth hand went into her panties. Marilyn’s hand in direct contact with Mya’s vagina, and her hand was going faster and faster. The feeling was great...

Mya kissed Marilyn and hugged her in a rush of passion. At the same time, Marilyn slipped a finger into Mya's dripping vagina.

Mya felt an overwhelming pleasure build up in her. She felt Marilyn's finger that was quickly taking her into a sea of pleasure.

"Come Mya, come on, put your mouth to my nipple... Here... Here, yeah, like this... Yeah, good, lick my big tits, here we are, good... Suck, suck them as much as you want..."

Marilyn's tender, wide, pink nipple was so good between her teeth, and the groove between her big white breasts so deep that Mya could plunge her face into it and her head almost disappear... And that finger was getting faster and faster in and out of her, and now her thumb had started rubbing her clit, her pleasure was growing beyond all limits.

"Oh... cum, cum for me..." Marilyn begged Mya

Mya had a big orgasm, which felt like a waterfall, stifling her moans of pleasure with her face against Marilyn's big tits. Both women sank down to the carpeted floor. Marilyn was on top of Mya. Soon they were both naked. Marilyn's breasts leaned heavily on Mya's small and swollen ones, nipple to nipple. Mya's panties were off. Marilyn and Mya kissing.

The kiss was long, and when it came to an end Marilyn slowly slid up with her body, making it rub along Mya's, until her big boobs found themselves in front of Mya. Then Marilyn slowly lowered them onto Mya's face. Marilyn felt her nipple go between Mya’s lips. Mya started to suck on it.

"Yes, suck on my big boobs... Come on, bite it, don't be afraid, suck it, like this, harder... Oh yeah... Keep it up... You can suck them all your life... Mya..."

Meanwhile, Marilyn's hand slowly descended towards Mya's pussy, caressing her skin and gently massaging her belly. Her hand found Mya's pussy completely drenched. She gave the pussy a few caresses, then she slipped a finger inside Mya again. She began exploring, and the moment Mya tore her mouth from her nipple to let out a moan of pleasure, Marilyn knew she had found Mya G-spot. She returned Mya's mouth to her nipple and began to skillfully massage the erogenous point she had found. Mya stifled her moans into Marilyn's big tits.

Mya was not bored. Not one bit.

Pizza Place

Kim and Ryan were enjoying their beer and pizza. They continued to talk about what they had found out, and what their next moves should be.

“Ok, we know it is a man. Wears a trench coat with a fedora, at least some of the time. He drives a white Cadillac” Kim said.

“Yes… he also has a deep voice” Ryan added.

“You know, I’m not sure this DW guy is going to return here. He was just coming here to find me, and when he did, he followed us back to your place. That was when he tried to kill me or us. So I don’t think he needs to come back here” Kim reasoned.

“Good point” Ryan agreed.

“He thinks my dorm room is actually yours. So he might be watching your room and when he sees me there. He’ll try to kill me again. Although, he’ll know the police are waiting for that attack, so he is probably going to strike at me at a different spot. Maybe somewhere else on campus… or out here in town. Maybe this very pizza place!” Kim said in excitement.

“Maybe too many assumptions in that bit of reasoning” Ryan said laughing.

“Maybe” Kim agreed laughing too.

Officer Cassie and Officer Sandy

Officer Cassie and Officer Sandy walked into the Pizza place. The hostess put them at a table near Kim and Ryan’s.

As Cassie sat down she saw Ryan. Her heart rate increased right away.

“Sandy… the guy I was dreaming about with the huge cock… is sitting right there!” Cassie told her friend.

“What?” Sandy said turning around to look at Ryan. “Wow he is cute.”

“What should we do?” Cassie gasped to her friend.

“Oh, I know exactly what we are going to do…” Sandy said with an evil little grin. Then she leaned over and whispered to Cassie her plan “We’ll grab him as he leaves this restaurant based on a tip we got that he is has illegal drugs on his person. In the back of the police van… we do a complete body search looking for the drugs. One thing will lead to another…”

 

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I didn't want to say it, but this was sending a chill up my spine, someone was after us and he or it could be anywhere. What's to stop them from taking a shot at them right now? They were obviously experts, we just had a bit of luck, if you could call it that. That poor girl. Hope she was alright.

"It think we should ask Officer Weiss for pistol practice," I said. "If we're going to have these weapons, we should know how to properly use them. I haven't used a pistol in a long time."

"I can ask her" Kim nodded. "I always like getting some trigger time" holding up her index finger and curling it.

"If we ever find this DW person," I asked. "What are we going to do?"

"We shouldn't kill them," Kim said rather casually. "We should do whatever we can to subdue them and get them to talk. Then we'll turn them over to the police, let them deal with it."

"You make it sound so easy" I laughed while eating the last slice from my plate.

"When you have my experience, it can be" winked Kim. She downed her last glass of beer. "Come on! Let's get back to the school and meet the others. I'll also call Weiss."

We put down a generous tip, took the leftovers and headed out to Kim's van, passing the two female security guards without noticing them. Now they figured it was time to make their move. They followed us out the resturaunt and around to where we parked. Officer Sandy was walking behind, her large rack sloshing from side to side despite her heavy bra. Cassie was eager that she sprinted to the van, grabbed my door and swung it open before grabbing me with both hands and hauling me out of the van and throwing me up against its side. "Hold it right there!" she yelled. "You're under arrest!"

"Wha-" I cried. Both wrists were pulled back and pressed against the small of my back then came the cold steel of handcuffs that binded them together. "What are you doing?"

Pressing her entire body against me, Cassie whispered into my ear, "You're mine now."

Gasping when I was yanked from the van, Kim called out and initially reached for one of the pistols hidden inside until she saw the dark blue uniform and thought it was police. Hopping out of her seat and running around to the other end, Kim protested this and was stopped by Officer Sandy who used her breasts as a shield, throwing them into Kim's face and knocked her back with 'Boing!' "What are you doing?!" Kim still shouted.

"We got a creditable tip that this punk here possesses drugs. We're going to take him in for questioning," Officer Sandy replied.

"That's bullshit! He doesn't have drugs!" Kim screamed.

"We'll see about that" Cassie said, dragging me away by my wrists. It was painful. And Cassie had this smile on her face like she was enjoying it. They took me to their van.

Sandy kept Kim at bay. "If we find the drugs, you can bail him out. If we don't, you can pick him up at the station."

Kim was adamant that I was innocent, she was openly challenging these women because she recognized the patches on their shoulders, they weren't local police. They were security from our college! "You're out of your jurisdiction!"

"Don't talk to me about 'jurisdiction!'" Officer Sandy replied with a stabbing of the finger towards Kim. "The jurisdiction of the school expands beyond the gates to include this area. Plus, you agreed that any registered vehicles with the school are subject to search and seizures, even off campus. That includes your van!"

That left Kim to ponder, that didn't sound right. No amount of arguing was going to convince them otherwise. Officer Sandy laid down a threat, if Kim didn't cease her objections-she would be arrested and charged with hindering prosecution. I was thrown on board the back of the van with Cassie climbing in after me, with glee on her face.

We took off, leaving Kim behind, standing alone in the parking lot. "Well, fuck!" she bellowed. Kim didn't realize it but she was being watched by a figure in a white Cadillac just a few yards away.

Inside the van

The back of the van had been stripped down to just a couple of benches attached the walls, a metal cage separated the drivers from those in the back. "Get up there!" Cassie commanded me to sit.

"Cavity search!" Cassie beamed.

"A wha-" I began to ask. Out came the blue latex gloves that she snapped in front of me.

"We got word that you're peddling drugs at the school," Officer Cassie replied. "We're going to search you all over to find it."

Oh, no!

Leaning in, Cassie grasped my chin, "Open your mouth!" I did so. Using an index finger she wiped along the inside lips and across my tongue before probing the back of my mouth. She was enjoying this, giggling while leaning towards me, her covered chest almost touching. "You better not be hiding anything from me" she sneered. Looking under my tongue and the hood of my mouth, she said, "Close your piehole. Let's see what else you got."

No hinting or warning, the officer yanked up my shirt, pulling the forward flap over my head, blinding me. Laughing, her gloved hands graced along the armpits and down to the hips and across the flat of my stomach. "Boop!" she teased by pointing my belly button. Glad she was getting amusement from this. I wasn't.

"Okay" Officer Cassie said. "Let's see what else you got here. Roll to your left" It was hard to do on this seat. There was no padding and my hands were behind my back and I was blind. "Don't struggle" she grunted, undoing the flying to my pants and yanking them down to expose my bare ass. "You got a cute butt!" Cassie howled, slapping my cheeks. "Look at this!" giving several more firm spanks.

"OW!" I cried.

"Shut up!" Cassie hissed, giving another slap for good measure. Then I felt her fingers poking around between my cheeks that I tensed up, the officer laughed and continued. I was beginning to think she was just doing this for the sheer amusement of watching my struggle. "He's got a tight butthole, too!" laughed Cassie.

"That'll loosen up when you get to prison" Officer Sandy called out from the front.

Ah, crap! Am I really going to jail. I knew I didn't have any drugs. But these officers may be corrupt. They could plant something on me. Even a bag of weed would be enough to put me away for a year or more. "Oh yeah" Cassie whispered into my ear. "They're going to love you in there." Officer Cassie continued to poke around back there before going for what she thought would be the apex of the search.

Pulling my pants down all the way to the ankles, she was surprised when something smacked her forehead coming back up. "What the...." she gasped then exclaimed, "Holy shit! Sandy, you gotta see this! His cock is bigger than Dixon's!"

That was impossible, thought Sandy. Dixon was another officer and 'hung like a horse' Cassie once said. They both would know because they had both been with him at one point or another.

"Is this a joke?" Cassie continued to gasp. "There's no way someone like you can have a cock this big."

Feeling a little bit of confidence, I said, "You better believe it."

"Shut up!" Cassie yelled and slapped me quite hard. OW! "Sit up" she instructed. I did so and she quickly undid my shoelaces and cast both the shoes and pants aside then pulled down my shirt so that I can see, finally. Cassie hovered over me as the van came to a stop. Up front Sandy turned off the engine and engaged the parking break. She stepped out of the van, walked around to the back, unlocked the door, climbed back inside in the cage with us, and shut the door.

Scooting across the bench towards us, Sandy's eyes widened, so did her smile. That rod was standing upright on its own with Cassie between my bare legs, hands on my thighs, admiring it. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you." Going through my pants she found my Student ID, "Ryan, huh? Ryan Stetson. Now we know who you are, you little troublemaker."

 

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Ryan, Cassie, and Sandy

“Troublemaker?” Ryan asked

"Oh Yes, I think your cock qualifies as a concealed weapon." Sandy stated

“What?” Ryan asked

“A pussy destroying weapon. Cassie de-arm it” Sandy ordered

Cassie cradled Ryan’s balls, rolling them back and forth with one hand, while the other fondled his cock, squeezing and stroking the thick shaft.

Sandy had a clipboard in her hand and was writing up a report on Ryan’s “arrest”. She was saying out loud what she was writing. "I received a tip that he was transporting a suspicious package, possibly drugs. And when we grabbed him, Cassie spotted a concealed weapon in his pants." Sandy said/wrote.

"It was a large, rather ominous looking weapon” Sandy said/wrote

She was fingering the top button of her uniform, as she strolled back to Ryan. She was gazing at his huge throbbing hard-on. Then she opened the top button on her uniform. She let her fingers slip lower. After unbuttoning the second one, she moved to the third button and undid that one as well. Pulling open her blouse, she revealed her huge chest. There was a deep valley between tanned curves of her breasts as they spilled over the edges of her bra.

"Cassie attempted to de-arm the dangerous weapon” Sandy said/wrote.

Cassie was stroking Ryan massive cock and kissing his cock head at the same time. Then her lips and mouth slipped over the tip. His cock going in and out of her mouth.

“Careful… it might go off in your mouth” Sandy warned Cassie.

Sandy was a big woman with BIG breasts and a big ass. Cassie was more athlete, with a more proportioned body. Both officers had kept their tight security pants on. Cassie had followed Sandy lead and pulled off her security shirt. She had also taken off her bra, revealing firm pointed breasts. While not as big as Sandy's, but they were nice and round, topped with nut-brown nipples.

As Sandy watched, she slid her free hand into her pants. She was rubbing her crotch as a small moan escaped her lips.

Ryan caught his breath as Cassie wrapped both fists around his throbbing shaft. Cassie seemed mesmerized by his cock as she slowly pumped his cock, up and down, studying the hole at the tip as it gaped open. Pre-cum started to drip out. Cassie licked her lips as she leaned closer. Ryan could feel her warm breath wash over the engorged bulb as she spoke.

"The weapon is leaking, I think it is fully loaded!” Cassie moaned as again his cock entered her mouth. She bathed his entire cock with her tongue. She even blew on Ryan’s cock, cooling the heated skin.

“That is a real blow job” Sandy commented.

Cassie sucked and stroked Ryan’s cock. Sandy could tell the woman knew what she was doing. Cassie had a boyfriend, so it made sense. Sandy on the other hand, had not sucked a cock is a while. So, despite Sandy’s tough, know it all, exterior, she was a little rusty when it came to pleasing cocks.

Cassie removed one hand, which was now between her legs. She was stroking her pussy while sucking on Ryan’s cock. She loved it. As her pussy got more excited, her sucking and stroking increased. Until, Ryan noticed a tremor roll through her body. Cassie had made herself cum.

A moment later, Cassie’s mouth came off of Ryan’s cock.

“Your turn, Sandy” Cassie said.

They changed places in the darkened interior of the van. Sandy grabbed Ryan’s twitching cock with one hand and stroked him.

 

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Why do I keep attracting the crazies? This I wondered as the busty Sandy gave my sack a firm squeeze, a grunt escaped my lips. Smiling, Sandy stretched her lower jaw and tried to take me in. She was showing some rust, it had been a long time since she had gone down on a guy. To show for it, the officer was drooling and could not take me deep without gagging and coughing me out.

Cassie hid her amusement at this by holding the clipboard in front of her face. Sandy knew what was happening and flipped her off. "Make a note of this" coughed Sandy, "He's using an 'extended mag'" fondling my sack.

"Oh, yeah" mused Cassie. "That's a no-no" writing it down. "Those are illegal here. We got you on a slue of charges here, baby. You're going away for a long time. So you better cooperate."

Like I have any choice in this! Officer Sandy pulled out and slid my slick member and desired to see its full length so she draped it across her face from top to bottom and gasped in surprise as it covered her face entirely. "Way bigger than Dixon's" she said.

"This is amazing" whispering, wetting her lips then sliding my slick member between her massive fun-bags, pressing them together to create a hotdog and was shocked when the head was popping out of the crease and touching her lower jaw. "Fuck yeah" she gasped, stroking some more. "This weapon is waaay too large and it's not registered. We would have remember if such a weapon had its paperwork." Looking up, she could see that I was staring at her wideeyed and she smiled back, slowly licking her lips. I was turned on but I was still not liking this experience. It was a bad porno, I felt. These cuffs were digging into my wrists, it hurt. That didn't bother these officers. Fluid leaked from the tip, pulling back, Sandy wrapped her mouth around the head, slurping like it was a straw and I tensed up. Sandy grabbed my thighs, digging her fingers into the flesh, "Simmer down" she warned. "We're not done with you." Giving my sack another firm squeeze, she pursed her lips, "How much 'ammunition' you carrying?"

Diligently, Cassie wrote that the 'concealed, unregistered, weapon' was fully loaded with an extended mag. A truly dangerous weapon. Bouncing around inside Cassie's perverted mind was the image of my rod jammed up her hole, giving her a good shagging. "Maybe we should go a little further in our search" she suggested.

"How do we do that?" asked Sandy, smothering my face with her chest.

"Maybe we see what kind of 'ammunition' his gun is using" Cassie slowly licked her lips.

"That's a good idea" Sandy pulled back, looking down at my eyes, "Can't be too careful these days."

Immediately, Cassie raised a hand, "I get to search first!"

"Oh, no!" Sandy challenged by climbing onto and sitting on my lap, thrusting her massive rack into my face, smothering me in hot flesh, her large round backside grinding onto my naked lap. I was trying to pull away, to breathe. This only made the officers laugh, "I think he's resisting arrest!" laughed Sandy, pushing her chest into me once against before shaking her chest, breasts slapping either side of my face. "He's definitely fighting me! Stop resisting!" laughing.

"You got this, girl!" Cassie slapped her partner's large ass. One thing that Sandy could that Cassie could not, she could twerk because of her large ass. She was good at it, even in her tight slacks. I couldn't see it but I could certainly feel her working on my lap, my rod pressed between our hot bodies. "Get it, girl!" Cassie cheered.

"Now it's my turn! C'mon, don't hog him" pushing her partner off. I was just thankful I could finally breath only to have Sandy replaced by a horny Cassie, staring intently with her large, soft eyes, "I'm going to clean you."

Clean? What does she mean by 'clean'? I didn't like the sound of that. They both leered at me, Sandy leaning in and kissing my cheek and I flinched at her touch. "Calm down" she whispered. "We're just doing our job."

"Yeah. Just our job" Cassie concurred. "In order for us to do that, we're going to uncuff you. You try anything, we got tasers that shoot 100,000 volts. You wanna feel that against your huge balls here?"

"We also got Capstone" Sandy added. "You'll have your sinuses clear and you'll be crying like a baby." She was rather relishing that. Security officers, as parto f their training, had to endure both being sprayed by mace and getting tased. It wasn't a pleasant experience for them. This was, however. They rolled me onto my side and undid the cuffs and Cassie slapped my ass for good measure. Free, finally. My wrists were aching and the air in the vehicle was becoming humid from our combined body heat.

Elsewhere

Treg and Bass were having their way with Melissa in a hot double-penetration. It was what she wanted, Bass on the bottom, her in the middle and Treg on top, their rods in her holes and riding her fast on her bed. It was their way of cooling off after raiding Dr. Ziegler's house. Melissa was having this recurring fantasy of that hunky man at the doctor's pool, wanting to be the doctor in this case. Being with Treg and Bass would have to do for now.

The fun only lasted for Bass until he quickly came and left, still unable to control himself. When Treg did cum it was on her backside, a good shower would clean that off. Treg was still there when Melissa emerged from the shower, hair wet and body wrapped in her running shorts, sports bra and tank-top for her daily run. She was combing her hair in the mirror of her bathroom when she felt something slap her firm ass. It wasn't as wide and heavy as a hand and seeing Treg standing behind her, she smiled knowing what it was. Looking over her shoulder, Melissa smiled, "You're really horny, aren't you?"

"And you're not?" Treg smiled before kissing her neck.

"I am, but don't you think Bass is getting suspicious of us?" Melissa moaned softly, eyes closed at his touch.

"Naw" Treg waved off her concern. "He doesn't know anything."

 

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White Cadillac

Kim was really upset. The two female school security officers took Ryan away. It was totally bogus! She was not going to let anything happen to him. She was going to the security office and get Ryan back. She stormed back to her van and jumped in. Started the engine and backed out of the parking space. That was when she saw the White Cadillac.

She froze. “Fuck” she said to herself. Seeing the car really creeped her out. Had Ryan been with her, she might have approached the car, but by herself, she did not feel that confident. She pulled her van out on to the street. She started to head towards the school's security office. She wanted to report those two security guards.

But as she drove, she watched as the White Cadillac followed her. She had no idea why this killer wanted to follow her around. It actual made no sense. But if the killer wanted to creep her out, it was working. She decided to try something. She sped up and quickly turned down an alley. As she pop out the other side, she doubled back heading towards the area of town where they had met Will, earlier in the day.

At first she thought she had lost the White Cadillac, but it showed up again in her rear view mirror. “I think he put a tracker on my van.” Kim concluded as she was pretty sure her trick through the alleyway had lost the white Cadillac. She parked her van.

“Can’t lose him, when I’m in the van” Kim concluded. She got out and took off at a brisk walk. She walked on dirt path between two derelict blocks of abandoned homes. She heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly, but saw no one. She picked up pace she hurried along the path.

“This might have been a mistake” Kim thought as again she heard the footsteps matching her pace. When she stopped, the footsteps stopped too. “Crap” Kim said to herself. She was worried. She could not lose this asshole. And even worse, she had not taken her gun with her.

Finally, she decided she needed to take off. She suddenly took off in a sprint. A full on, as fast as she could go, sprint. She again double backed and made to her van. She was breathing hard, but she listened. She heard nothing. She got in the van and grabbed one of the guns. Then she started driving again. It took maybe 2 minutes, but the White Cadillac reappeared. It followed her all the way back to the school, but did not follower inside. She parked at the security office and headed inside, to try and find Ryan.

Mya and Marilyn

Marilyn began to melt more as Maya ran her tongue along the upper slope of her breast. Marilyn's chest had always been a spot of extreme arousal, and was proving to be her undoing in this case.

Mya continued her relentless assault, seeing the look of rapture on Marilyn's face, grinning as her hands kneed those huge tanned globes. Marilyn gasped as if she had been struck by lightning. Mya’s lips wrapping around one of the exposed nipples. Marilyn could feel herself sliding further out of control, as Mya sent shockwaves throughout her body with every touch, every lick, and every kiss.

With all the women Marilyn had been with, she'd never had anyone so thoroughly dominate her. Mya then switched her amazingly hot mouth to her other nipple, and Marilyn swore that she was going to cum simply from that stimulation. "Good thing I can have multiple orgasm," she thought to herself as Mya's hand caressed the skin over her stomach.

Marilyn felt the wetness between her thighs, a wonton desire to cum filled her mind. Mya hand showed up and rubbed back and forth along her pussy lips and clit. Marilyn’s breathing became labored. Mya was excited too, as her nipples were rock hard and excited.

Mya continued to torture Marilyn’s huge breasts. Marilyn’s hands were alternating between grasping at the blankets and running her hands through Mya's hair. She was completely at the mercy of her friend. Mya seemed to sense this, and began kissing down her stomach, causing Marilyn to gasp as she teased her belly button with her tongue.

Mya slipped her tongue into Marilyn’s sweet pussy. Almost magically, Marilyn's clitoris peeked out at her, and she flicked her tongue over the tip. Well, that did it for Marilyn, who had been on the edge for minutes now. Her hips lunged upwards, and she moaned loudly. "God... I'm... cumming..." she stammered as her muscles spasmed all along her body, her inner muscles clamping down in sweet release. Mya smiled in silent glee.

 

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In her first attempt to wrap her mouth around the head, Cassie couldn't do it. She pulled back gasping, licking her lips, and trying again. This time she got the head in.

"Come on!" Sandy admonished. "You're suppose to be the best cock-sucker around."

Once again Cassie flipped her off. "I'm not use to them being this big!" I would take that as a compliment. Both of her hands wrapped around my member, slowly stroking. In her mind, she was imagining what it would feel like having it burrow inside of her. That would have to come at another time. They were still on the clock. They can't be gone for too long or else they would send someone to find them.

Cassie and her perky ass was bouncing on my rod while the busty Sandy sitting beside me, tenderly kissing my ear while fingering herself inside her tight pants. Her hot breath panting in my ear as Cassie slurped and sucked. "You like that?" Sandy gasped. "That hot slut sucking you off? Yeah? You're in big trouble now, Ryan. You better give us something good" moaning. "Or else you'll be doing some hard time."

Spitting me out, Cassie wiped the saliva from her lips, gasped and smiled at me. "Whoo! This is hot stuff. You and I should meet up again sometime, show me what you can do in the sack!" All I could do was groan and the officer took it as an agreement. At this point I was too exhausted, overcome by the humidity in the van, to do anything else.

She felt my sack contract and my cock stiffen. Pulling back, hands still grasping me, her face lit up, "Show me whatcha got!" Cassie boasted then stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. Bad idea because I blew it back. Maybe it was the edging they were giving me or all the fluids I had before, but my climax was a giant spray of thick, white spunk that splattered against her glowing face, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Cassie exclaimed pulling her hands back. The spray rolled down her chest and leaked onto the floor. Just when she thought it was done, there came another spurt that splattered against her face. "AHHHH!" Blinded and coated, Cassie sat on her knees panting for breath. Beside me, Sandy was wide-eyed and silent.

It was several seconds later when Sandy asked, "Are you okay?"

Sputtering and wiping her eyes clean, Cassie tried to speak but there was a lot of cum in her mouth. "I...can't...I can't....god! I'm...*cough cough* What just happened?"

I couldn't answer because I was panting for breath. The carbon dioxide must be getting to me now that I was starting to fade.

"You were on fire" laughed Sandy. "He put you out!"

"It's in my hair!" the slutty officer cried. "Oh! And it's all over my pants!"

"Sandy, Cassie, this is Control. What's your 20?" a voice crackled on their radio.

"ShiiiIIIIT!" Sandy raged. "That fucker is always cock-blocking us. C'mon. Let's take him back to the security office and get him processed." Fumbling through her discarded blouse and shirt, she found her radio and called back that they're on their way back with one in custody.

Picking up her clothes, Cassie had to straighten me up. She slurped off the remaining spunk from my rod, shoved it back into my pants and zipped me up then put the cuffs back on. Neither officer said anything to me. "Where are the babywipes?" groaned Cassie. Finding some, she wiped herself off in the front seat and buttoned up. "God damn!" she growled. "It's everywhere!"

"I thought you liked it all over you" Sandy continued to jest.

"I do!" Cassie replied. "I didn't expect someone like that would have that much inside of him. Geez. He must be blue-ballin'."

Damn it! Am I going to get expelled for this? How am I going to explain this to my parents? They had no evidence of me possessing drugs and they attacked me! It was a repeat of Dr. Ziegler.

Cleaning themselves up, venting the van, we went back to the security office. Parking the van and taking me out, I wanted to start screaming, proclaiming my innocence but thought against it, it would look foolish and no one would believe me.

In the back I was put into a small holding cell, My cuffs were removed and the two officers disappeared into another room. There was the implied threat of, 'Don't tell anyone what just happened or else we'll make the charges stick' and they had my wallet. Wonder where Kim was right now. I could use her help.

 

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Kim

Kim was at the front desk of the security office.

“Look… this is bullshit. The security officers stated to me that their jurisdiction extends beyond the gates… Plus they said my vehicle is subject to search and seizures, even off campus. I looked it up. Both those statements are bullshit.” Kim said.

“Ma'am, there is an agreement between the city and this school, which allows our officers to assist in crimes off-campus” The security person on watch tried to explain to Kim. She was not having any of it.

“More bullshit. That MOU only applies when the campus security officers witness a violation, criminal behavior, or dangerous activity. They saw none of those. Also, they need to call in the regular police, which they did not do. And here” Kim handed over her vehicle parking agreement “is the vehicle parking agreement I signed. It does not say anything about search and seizures either on or off campus.” Kim said passionately.

“You don’t need to show me your parking agreement” The man said back to Kim as he pushed the agreement back to her. “I know what it states.” Then he looked Kim in her eyes “What do you want Ms. Doyle?” He asked.

“I want you to release Ryan Stetson immediately. Or I’m going to file charges against the officers and this school for what happened.” Kim threatened.

“Don’t make threats, or I’ll lock you up” The man warned Kim in a low voice. Then he picked up the phone at his desk and called the holding cell. “You guy got Ryan Stetson back there?” The other side must have answered yes, because his next statement was “If you are done with him can you bring him up front. His girlfriend is ready to take him home.” Then the man hung up.

“Thanks” Kim said with a smile and sat in the waiting room. 5 minutes later Ryan came out. Kim ran to him and gave him a big hug. “Are you ok?” She asked as they hugged.

“Yes, let’s get out of here” Ryan suggested.

“I agree” Kim said and they walked out of the security office. When they were far enough away, Kim asked “What happened to you?”

“I’ll tell you later, right now we need to get back to your dorm room and meet the others.” Ryan reminded Kim.

“Right” Kim agreed. They arrived shortly after that and everyone was standing outside of Kim’s door waiting for them.

“Sorry… it was a long day” Kim said as she let everyone into her room.

“Ok, here is what we learned.” Kim said starting off the meeting. She explained Will told them... druggies put a hit on the Guzzler and her “freaky friends" for over 100 grand. She said Will thought there was also a “Ninja” out there trying to kill mutants. She explained about buying two guns for protection, and finally, the hitman’s initials were DW, he wore a trench coat and a fedora, had a real deep voice, and drove a White Cadillac. She also said a white Cadillac had been following her after the Pizza place, but it would not come on campus. “Lastly, I think my Van has a tracking device on it.”

“Fuck!” Bastion exclaimed “A tracking device?”

“I think so, but let’s hear what everyone else found out…before we react” Kim suggested “Melissa, Trey, and Bass… what did you find?” Kim asked.

 

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"We didn't find much except this" Bastion began. Instead of handing over his phone he handed over a small stack of printed pages, copies of the writings. "I found this inside her office. It had a lock on it so I figured it had to be something like a journal or a ledger. It's all in German, though."

Kim took the pages and carefully look through them. The HD level was so high that she could see the indentions in the pages from writings on the previous page. "Does anyone speaking German?" We all shook our heads.

"I can speak only a little bit" Bastian continued. "I took it in high school but what never very good at it. Some phrases like, here, here, and here, they say something along the lines of, "I'm lonely" or "I'm alone."

Nodding to this, Kim asked, "Do you know of anyone that can translate this?"

"I do" Melissa raised her hand. "I know a guy. His name is Hans. He's an exchange student from Austria. English isn't his second language, though."

"Do you think we can trust him?" Kim asked.

"I think so" Melissa nodded. "With all this, it could take awhile for him to do it."

"Okay. That's a start" Kim nodded. "What else did you find?"

"Well" Tredger added. "We saw Dr. Ziegler. She was at the house...with a guy..."

My first thought was, she ensnared another college guy to be her fuck buddy. But Tredger continued to describe him. "I think it was her husband. They were...you know..."

"What?" Kim acted oblivious to the implications. She just liked watching them squirm.

"They were, doing it, you know?" Bastian finished.

"Why do you have to be ashamed about it?" Marilyn replied as she and Mya sat side by side on the floor at the foot of the bed. "They were making love. It's beautiful. It's not something to be afraid of mentioning. Well, Melissa didn't add that she watched a grown woman get a bucket of cum dumped on her body.

"That's all we found. But they didn't see us!" Bastian boasted. "Maybe she should call ourselves the Mutant Ninjas!"

"I'm afraid that our search came up empty" Mya said calmly. "We were able to get into Dr. Ziegler's office but could find nothing of value. We were trapped in there, however, by a couple of security officers. We had to use our persuasion to get them to leave." Now they were both smiling and rubbing shoulders.

Kim and I didn't mention what happened to me but the others noticed that I had not said a word through all of this. Handing the papers to Melissa, Kim asked for her to get these translated and adjourned the meeting a warning, "There's someone out there watching us. Security is tight but they can still get through. Keep your guard up and don't go anywhere alone. We all have phones to stay in touch."

"Should we go on a patrol and case the area?" Mya asked.

"That will be a good idea" Kim replied. "We'll try for tomorrow night. I think we've had enough excitement for right now." The others agreed.

When they all left, Kim sat beside me on her bed and asked what had happened. I didn't want to talk about it but she deserved to know. I explained how they cuffed me and put me in the back of the van, then stripped and searched me, threatened to have me arrested for not cooperating and then they blew me. Perhaps the only consolation of that whole thing was the dumbstruck look on Cassie's face when I dumped my load on her. "We should file a complaint!" Kim roared.

"No" I replied. "First Dr. Ziegler and now two security officers? They'll think it's suspicious that one person is blaming multiple people in a short time frame."

"They attacked you, Ryan!" Kim retorted. "They did the same thing that German whore did!" Her face was red with anger. She wanted to strangle them. "I'm surprised that you're willing to let this slide when there's someone hunting us!"

That's when my phone rang. I had to answer it. It was Sanjo. She wanted me to come in tomorrow to discuss my side of the story in detail. When Kim heard this, "Great! And we're also going to talk about those two sluts!"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Kim and Ryan

Kim looked off in the distance and sighed.

“What?” Ryan asked

“This morning I told you it was going to be a much better day.” Kim replied “I’m not sure it was”

“Why do you say that?” Ryan asked.

“Yesterday Dr. Ziegler attacked you and we got shot at! Today, you got abducted by creepy security ladies and basically raped, and me being followed by the White Cadillac.” Kim pointed out.

“We also talked to Will, figured out who ordered the hit on us, and bought guns.” Ryan reminded her.

“True, but after what those Security Bitches did… I guess we should wait until tomorrow morning to have sex” Kim said with a pouty face. Ryan was starting to understand why Kim was pretty pissed off at the security ladies. They had fucked up her plans for tonight.

“Kim, we’ll have sex when the time is right, right now the universe is telling us to wait a bit longer.” Ryan said.

“I know." Kim said in understanding "Can I get a kiss to tie me over?” Kim asked.

“Sure” Ryan said and they kissed deeply. Then they both got ready for bed and soon were under the covers together.

The Next Morning

The light through the curtains did not wake Kim up this morning. She was ready awake. She had gotten up earlier, brushed her teeth, went to the bathroom, combed her hair, and was already for sex with Ryan. She was just waiting for him to wake up.

 

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I honestly don't remember falling asleep. Maybe it was the fatigue setting in, or something. It was just darkness until a faint light in my eyes brought me back. It was the sun coming through Kim's shades then something lightly touching my head.

"Hey, handsome" Kim purred, a hand stroking my hairline. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit better now" I replied with a smile.

"That's good" Kim nodded and nuzzled up to me. "So, I was thinking, we don't have class and we're finally alone, do you want to try something with me?"

"What's that?" I asked, still a bit out of it.

"Hehe. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I was wondering if you would finally like to do it" Kim said softly. "What time do you have to meet Sanjo?"
Thinking for a moment, "I think it was three o'clock?" reaching for my phone, the alarm said '3' and it wasn't even 7am. That gave us plenty of time. She could tell looking at my tired face that I was still not fully into it, the pain of yesterday was still there but looking at her, I could tell that she was eager and wanting and in love. She's done a great deal for me, she deserves something.

"Can we try making out?" I asked lightly. "See what happens from there?" It sounded better in my mind. It felt like the 'not now, I have a headache' excuse.

"Sure" Kim smiled. "Whichever you're comfortable with" closing her eyes and leaning in, she kissed my cheek and then my lips. When we finally connected, it was like fireworks. Maybe it was due to us finally being alone or the stress being released or maybe this is what her powers felt like, I was finally relaxing, my mind easing with the memories of yesterday slowly fading.

"You know what I'm comfortable with?" I asked and she pulled back. I threw the bedsheet off of me, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. We both giggled. "Right there" I let my breath out. Now we were as close as we could get and we kissed again.

"How do you like that?" Kim sighed, her hands lightly touching my chest, her grinding was slow, I could feel it all.

 

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Kim and Ryan

Kim was in tight shorts and a over-sized T-shirt. Ryan just had shorts on. When he had pulled her on his lap, she straddled his crotch. They were kissing when she felt his raging hard-on and thick shaft between her legs.

Ryan let out a little sigh as Kim ground her pussy against his cock.

"You are so damn sexy." Kim smiled, liking the way the lengthy cock felt tucked between her legs. She had given a few men lap dances. She was thinking to herself “they never feels anything like this. Why? Was Ryan really that well-endowed? It feels like I have a fat Italian sausage tucked inside the entire length of my pussy”

Kim leaned down again and continued to kiss Ryan. She felt his hands pulling up her T-shirt. She let him, in fact she helped him. As the shirt came off, her big tits sprang free, bobbled slightly back and forth. Ryan gazed at the large pink caps and excited nipples.

At the same time, Kim felt her inner and outer lips quiver excitedly as they swelled with blood. Her cervix seemed to shift downward as she ground against Ryan’s dreamy erection. She had never reacted this way before. It was like her pussy was getting prepared to accommodate Ryan’s long thick meat.

She continued to kiss him, as she rode his lap. It felt so good. It was driving her crazy.

“Ryan… I’m sorry, but this feels too good. I need to cum” Kim gasp as she ground her pussy against his cock. She rode his short’s covered cock like it was her favorite vibrator. It did not take long before her body jerked forward.

“OH FUCK” She gasped. She had lap-danced herself to climax. Her thighs squeezed Ryan. Her feet quivered and her knees trembled with orgasmic contractions. Her tits were trapped between her arms, but shook as her body shook. She let out little shivering-like gasps. It took almost a minute, and finally her orgasm was over.

“Wow...I haven't cum that hard since… Oh shit...I have never cum that hard before.” Kim told Ryan. Her shorts and now Ryan's short were wet from her juices.

 

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We looked at each other, wide eyed at what just happened. She apologized but that wasn't necessary. Kim slid over and laid herself beside me, panting for breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, "Sorry" she gasped. "Guess I got carried away" a wide smile on her face, with one hand she fanned her glowing body. The other she wiped the palm down my shorts at the bulge, pulling up my shirt to show the head rising above the waist band. "Hello there" she whispered to it. Her fingers walked down its length. She was enticed then remembered where she was and her eyes looked towards me.

Without a word my right hand slid down, pulled down my clothes and grasped my firm member, letting it rise and stroked it slowly from base to tip. Looking at it and then at me, "You're sure?" whispered Kim. It wasn't going to be full sex. Not right now, sadly, but we get to have a little tit-for-tat. If Kim got a little bit of herself on both of us, then I could repay it with a little bit of my own bodily fluid.

Nodding to her, I kept stroking. We kissed, her tongue worked its way into my mouth, driving deep, moaning as we finally get to taste each other without interruption. Rolling onto her right side, Kim's left hand glided over mine then grasped my cock firmly. "Let me help you" she smiled.

Kim gasped and moaned, her eyes closing after rolling back as a hand cupped her breasts, giving them firm squeezes. So large, firm, like stiff dough. "Ryan...."

"Kim...." Her pace quickened. Fluid leaking from the tip made my member slick but that didn't last too long so she spat into her palm to keep it going.

Her lips inched to my ear, hot, humid breath panting against my skin, "Ryan...Ryan..." Swallowing hard my lover eyed my cock. I could tell that she wanted to go all the way but thought against it when she remembered it was me so she didn't encourage to go beyond what we were doing. That was fine by me.

When the time did come and we were going to do it, it would be in a much better place that the college dorms. I guess my thoughts reached my mouth that I began speaking out, "I want to get, like, a hotel, a nice one. Maybe not five stars but certain not a Holiday Inn" giving a nervous chuckle. "Movie and a dinner at a good restaurant."

"Yeah..." Kim softly moaned. "Mmmm that's really romantic. I would like that alot. Just you and me and this..." tapping her index finger against the head.

"I was hoping for a lot more of this" turning to her until we were face to face, our soft eyes staring into one another as our noses touched. "Just like this."

Her smile widened. "I would like that alot too, Ryan" Kim whispered. Just the two of us for a good long weekend away from all of this. Enticed, Kim's strokes were rapid, "Oh, mmmmmm"

"I'm going to...cum..." I gasped suddenly, drawing a sharp breath. It came suddenly that the rush towards my loins nearly ended in a explosion in every direction unless I regained control of faculties. Grasping my cock, Kim's eyes widened as it was aimed towards her. No. Perhaps not. Then it would get everywhere, her bedding, pillows, and all that. It would be a lot of cleaning. Also, this was going to be special. Dr. Ziegler and Cassie got their faces splattered because they deserved it for what they did to me. Not Kim. If she was going to get my seed it was going to be the way she wanted it and when it was time. So I aimed it straight up at the last moment as a white geyser shot out.

It was a fountain and not volleys that reached its apex then rained onto my lap, mixing with her juices as Kim gasped and broke out laughing watching it. My han ached and heart thump with this that I let go. Kim took it up, slowly, squeezing every last drop of it and watching my cock pulse.

"You okay?" Kim whispered.

"Yeah! I'm...good...." my heart thumping and hands shaking.

Nuzzling against my cheek, Kim kissed me, "You feel better now?"

I certainly felt much better after that.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Kim and Ryan

“I have an idea” Kim said as Ryan took the last bite from the bagel, he had ordered from the student café. They had cleaned up after their morning fun and gone to an on-campus coffee shop for breakfast. The place was busy, as classes were still canceled.

“Oh no” Ryan said, knowing this was going to be something risky.

“I’m pretty sure my van has a tracking device on it. When I drive somewhere the White Cadillac is going to follow me. So we use that to our advantage. I drive to a place where there is only one way in or out. We get the police to block the exit. Then we step out of the car with our guns… and find out who is behind the wheel. Most likely, the DW guy.” Kim suggested

“The police will never go for that. Also the White Cadillac is not stupid, he wouldn’t come on campus, he wouldn’t drive into a place with no exit.” Ryan pointed out.

“Hmmm, good points. But work with my idea… what could we do?” Kim asked.

“Well, how about we station someone, maybe Mya, with a camera at a place the White Cadillac will have to stop. She runs out, takes a photo of the driver, and runs away.” Ryan suggested.

“She will need back up, just in case something goes wrong, like Marilyn” Kim suggested.

“Add Melissa too” Ryan said

“No, Melissa is getting the German dairy translated.” Kim reminded Ryan.

“Mmm, Ok. Marilyn. But we need to get this done and over, before my talk with Sanjo.” Ryan reminded Kim.

“No problem” Kim said.

Two hours later

Kim was being followed by the White Cadillac. They had decided a Walmart parking lot was a good place to get the photo. But as Kim drove her van into a Walmart parking lot, the White Cadillac did not follow.

“Crap!” Kim exclaimed in disappointment.

“Ok, just act normal and park the Van. We’ll go into the store and buy something.” Ryan suggested.

“Ok” Kim agreed. They parked headed into the store and 5 mins later came back out. Kim started the van and headed out of the parking lot.

“Mya and Marilyn will meet us at the new spot” Ryan said. Kim nodded as she drove to their favorite Pizza place. They knew the White Cadillac would follow them to that location.

It was not far away, and soon she was close to the restaurant. The plan had been for her to go down an alleyway as she was looking for a parking spot. Again the White Cadillac did not follow her down the alleyway.

“Crap!” Kim groaned in disappointment.

“Let’s eat and we can think of another place” Ryan suggested. They parked, but before leaving the van, Kim grabbed her gun and put it in her purse.

Ryan gave her an odd look. “It is just insurance, in case DW starts to shoot at us again”

 

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We entered the pizzeria and the same waitress was there to seat us. "You two, again?" she smiled. "You're becoming my favorite customers!" She seated us once again in the back but this time we were not going to be feasting, just a slice each with a large soda. Sitting with our backs to the wall, Kim put her purse between us with the zipper open. A simple glance you wouldn't notice the pistol wedged in there. That was in case DW walked through the front door.

I was trying not to show it but I was getting antsy. This DW guy was like a shark, a smart one at that. He could sense what we were up to. But instead of just giving up, he kept his distance and was watching us to make a mistake or find a loophole. Out of habit my eyes were on the front door, expecting any moment for a lumbering man to come in wearing a type a hat, maybe a fedora, and a trench coat be like one of those menacing henchmen in movies. I didn't know what this DW person looked like but the idea that he was a killer gave me the impression he was big and deadly yet unseen, like a Great White Shark in the ocean around your boat.

If this 'man' did appear, what was going to happen? Was there going to be another shootout? Kim was prepared for that, but I wasn't. I could make something using my powers, maybe a simple shield to protect myself and her but I don't know how well that would hold up against bullets. I remembered the training Officer Monica Weiss gave us before and tried to instill myself the confidence that we would pull through though I knew that at least one of us was going to get hurt.


My phone vibrated. It was a text message from Mya. She had posted herself nearby and was keeping an eye out. So far she had not seen the white Cadillac. Marilyn was seated outside a cafe across the street from us. So far nothing from her.

"You think he's on to us?" I whispered to Kim when I showed her the message.

"I don't think so" Kim replied. "We just need to think of some place that he feels comfortable in. Probably some place less, public? What's a place nearby that has less people around?"

"Not the school because of security, not the public because-too many witnesses. Some place secluded. Some place isolated from the others." Tapping a finger to my chin, I fell into deep thought. "What if," taking a pause to put it all together properly. "What if we go back to the warehouse district? Pretend that we're go back to the scene of the crime? Would that work?"

It was going to be a long wait that Mya took to sitting beside some bushes, plucking the dead leaves from it to keep it pruned before taking some of the nearby blooming flowers and decorating her hair.

At the same time, Marilyn was pretending to be reading a book while looking above the top of her novel to see if that white Cadillac appeared. We were halfway through our slices when my phone vibrated, this time from Marilyn and read the message to Kim, "The car is here but it's driving around us about a block over." Puzzled by what this meant, the idea of the circling shark. "He's stalking us. He's close" whispering with a shudder as a cold sensation rolled up my spine. This is what it was like to be hunted.

 

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Kim and Ryan

“This is crazy. I’m not going to let this asshole hurt Mya or Marilyn. He is trying to kill me. Let’s go” Kim said getting up, tossing money on the table, and then she paused and took one more bite from the slice of pizza. “Damn, that is good pizza”

Kim and Ryan walked out of the place. Headed for her van. “Texted Mya and Marilyn, let them know we are headed to the warehouse district.” Kim told Ryan as got in the Van.

“This could be dangerous” Ryan warned Kim.

“I know” Kim said with some hesitation. She was feeling very uncomfortable about this whole situation. It sounded so easy when they started, but now it was like their trap had turned into DW’s trap. “Super heroes protect their friends… Super heroes don’t run from danger” Kim said. But her comments were more for herself than Ryan.

As she got closer to the warehouse district her apprehension and uneasy increased. The district was a confusing, clutter of buildings, abandoned buildings, and small workshops. There was garbage on the streets and abandoned and burnt-out vehicle parked along some streets. The good thing, as Ryan had stated, was there were almost no people there.

Kim pulled her van over. “Don’t forget your gun” She reminded Ryan. Then she got out and walked towards the place where the drug dealer had been shot.

Deadman Walking

He figured out where the Guzzler was headed pretty quickly. There was really nothing in the warehouse district for the college student, except the scene of the crime. This made his job easy. Too easy in his mind. He had been hoping she would be more of a challenge. She had evaded him after his first attempt to kill her. That she had done well, he had not found where she was sleeping. But not figuring out her van was bugged and returning to the pizza place had been errors. He had toyed with the idea of lining up a kill shot at the pizza place. She and her boyfriend seemed to get the same table each time. But the warehouse district opportunity was too good to pass up.

He parked his White Cadillac below a fire escape ladder. The car was positioned for a quick getaway. He grabbed his rifle with the scope on it and started up the fire escape ladder. As he got to the roof of the two-story building, he walked to the edge facing the crime scene. He attached the large suppressor at the muzzle to reduce the noise and remove the flash. He was ready.

Mya and Marilyn

Mya and Marilyn had made it to the crime scene and found a good spot to watch. They had been in position when the White Cadillac had driven by and parked behind the 2-story building. Mya and Marilyn grabbed their camera and ran to get a photography of the man. But when they came around the corner there was no one in the car.

“Where did he go?” Mya asked

Kim and Ryan

When Kim reached the spot where the drug dealer had been shot, something suddenly occurred to her.

“Oh crap!” She said looking back at Ryan. “We totally forgot about you interview with Sanjo!” Kim gasped. It was at that moment, she saw the man on the roof getting ready to shoot.

“Ryan duck” Kim yelled as she too ducked behind a garbage dumpster. Two bullets hit the wall where she had been standing!

 

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"You good?" Kim called out while producing her pistol.

"I'm good!" pulling out my pistol from my back waistband.

Carefully peering around the edge of the dumpster, Kim searched for the shooter but could see no one. "He's out there" she said. "Judging by those holes I'd say he's directly ahead and close. I could hear the crack."

"Any ideas?" I called out.

"Yeah. One" Kim grunted. "It's stupid but it might work, if we're fast enough. I'll run out and draw his fire, try to pin him down. You go right and try to flank around him. Get as close as you can and pump him full of bullets."

It was the only chance we were going to get. Even if Marilyn and Mya came to us, they were unarmed and would just be targets. It was quiet outside our little hiding spot. This sniper was waiting for us to move and he couldn't hit two targets at the same time.

"Okay" standing up with my back to the dumpster. Checking my pistol, it was ready. Only getting one shot at this. We nodded to each other and Kim darted out, firing her pistol in the general direction of our threat. A shot rang out then a bullet cracked by Kim's chest. Getting about 10 yards she threw herself behind a pile of broken concrete and rolled in the dirt.

Now was my chance. Gripping the pistol tightly I drew a breath and a quick prayer before darting out. I didn't look towards the shooter, just where I was going. Run! Run! Run! My heart was thumping in my ears. There were cracks. Couldn't tell if they were shooting at me or not. Reaching a pile of debris, I tried to jump over it but my foot caught the top and I stumbled forward but didn't fall.

"Keep going!"

Kim rose and fired a few shots to keep the shooter on her. It appeared to be working. I could see the shape of the shooter, firing behind a line of garbage that bridged two derelict warehouses. Get as close as you can. Get close!

My legs were pumping. The last few yards were the hardest because I had to run between the buildings the last 5 yards and the shooter could clearly see me. If he was fast enough he could fire and take me down. He did. I saw the barrel of his rifle suddenly shift towards me and my eyes grew wide. Out of pure reaction, I lifted my pistol and fired while still running. Then he fired. His shot went wide and missed me but I could still feel the burning powder against my face. Lifting the muzzle and squeezing the trigger, I fired as fast as I could, seeing puffs of dirt around his body.

Just before I reached his position, the shooter rose, turned, and began to run. He was fast for a big guy. Seeing this, Kim also ran forward and reached me, but by the time she did, the shooter disappeared around the corner. We heard an engine turn over then a white Cadillac darted by and disappeared.

"Shit! He got away" I groaned. "You okay?"

"I'm good" Kim panted, brushing her hair from her face. "You?"

"I'm good" nervously smiling while trembling. Holding up the pistol, "I swear I shot him at least three times. He must be wearing a bullet proof vest or something."

"Yeah. Maybe" hissed Kim.

Both Mya and Marilyn came running to join us. They were excited. "We heard the gunshots. Are you guys okay?" they asked.

"We're good. How did you do?" asked Kim.

"We got him!" Mya eagerly replied. "We got some photos of him and we got his license plate!"

"That's fantastic!" I yelled. "Now we got him on the run."

"You bet. Anyone hurt?" asked Kim. We shook our heads. "Great. Let's get out of here and head back to the campus. Ryan and I have an appointment with Sanjo that we can't miss."

The hippy sisters ordered us to pause, "There are shell casing here. We should take them. They could be evidence."

"Right. Finger prints!" I snapped my fingers.

It took us a couple of minutes, retracing our steps but we recovered our casing and a few from the shooter. The casing were put in a plastic bag. "We can take this and the photos to the Weiss and see if they can do a background check" I said. "Can you text us the photos?"

"Sure!" Mya nodded.

We climbed into Kim's van and bolted out of there. Along the way we hid the pistols and wiped ourselves down to remove powder residue. That was a close one. Even during the ride back I was still shaking as the adrenalin wore off. It was more exciting than sex coming close to death.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Kim and Ryan

“Wow” Kim said “That was intense.”

Ryan just shook his head in agreement.

“You know, I was not scare. And you sure did not look scare either. It was weird, once I knew we both were in danger, I went into superhero action mode.” Kim said

Ryan laughed “I know what you mean”

“Yes, I think the training with the police is really helpful. I kind of went on automatic. It was crazy!” Kim said.

She drove the van back on campus and parked at the administration building.

“Almost on time” She said as Ryan and her got out and headed for Ms Sanjo Kogoshi’s office.

Sanjo, as everyone called her, was waiting. She had on her glasses, and sat behind her large wooden desk. She was only 28 years old. Just a little older than Kim and Ryan. But she had 4 doctorate degrees. There was no doubt, she was in charge of the school. At least, while Edwin Davenport, was not there. Ryan and Kim both thought she was also super smoking hot.

“Thanks for coming, Ryan” Sanjo said as Ryan and Kim walked. “Please have a seat”

“Can I be here too?” Kim asked.

“Only if Ryan states it is ok” Sanjo said.

“Sure” Ryan replied.

"If it gets sensitive, I might need to ask you to leave" Sanjo told Kim. Kim nodded that she understood.

Kim sat next to Ryan and grabbed his hand.

“I have listened to the tape multiple time. But I want to hear from you. Please include everything you remember. Start before the tape and tell me anything important afterward as well.” Sanjo asked Ryan

 

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Kim held onto my hand tight. It was reassuring that she was there. Sanjo looked at me with a relaxed face. She was taking this matter seriously but she was not showing it on her face. And Sanjo was smoking hot. Why are all the women in this school so hot?

"Okay" I began. "Well, I have class with her and my first day I sat in front of her desk. She gave the class the syllabus and when class ended, she asked if I could come by her office that afternoon."

"Which day was this?" Sanjo calmly interrupted.

I had to think for a moment, "The 13th." Sanjo nodded and I continued. "I went to her office that afternoon. I went in and she asked for me to sit in her chair in front of her desk. She then walked over and sat on my lap, asked if I liked the school so far and if I was making friends."

Biting my lower lip, my head lowered in shame slightly. I had to continue. "Dr. Ziegler said I could put my hands on her."

"Go on" Sanjo said softly.

"I put my hands on her...chest. Then she pulled out my...my...penis" my cheeks blushed red, not in a good way as both women looked on. "She then...damn...she gave me a blowjob, and then I...I...e-ejaculated on her."

To my surprise, neither Sanjo, nor Kim criticized me, asking if I was sure what I said had occured. Instead, Sanjo jotted something down on her paper. "What happened after that, Ryan?"

"Well, uh, when I came, it surprised her because of how big it was" I said.

"It?" Sanjo asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

"I mean my (sigh) my cumshot" after pursing my lips. Damn it. Under other circumstances, I would be bragging about the size of my cumshot. Now it was just embarassing.

"Okay. Continue" Sanjo nodded.

"We finished and she said, if I kept this quiet-she would make my classwork easier. But she didn't go into detail just how."

"And there was another meet up with her?" Sanjo asked.

"A few days later, she called me back to her office. She asked if I thought about her offer. I said that this was inappropriate and tried to leave. That's when she made a threat," tilting my head towards Kim. "She said that, if I go, I would say goodbye to Kim."

"Were those her exact words?" asked Sanjo leaning forward slightly in her chair so that her chest touched the surface.

I had to think for a moment, her exact words were, "If you go, you can say goodbye to your girlfriend" and "that Dr. Ziegler saw Kim 'at Dr. Meier's office and saw her sucking his cock the other day.'" What I didn't see out of the corner of my eye was the terse look on Kim's face. "I told her that this was not right, I wanted to leave, but she refused to and began making out with me. I tried to resist by not complying but she just...wouldn't let me. When I threatened to bring this in front of the Dean, Dr. Ziegler just laughed, "The difference between you and me is, when I tell the Dean-he'll believe me."

Sanjo nodded, "And that was part of the recording, I see. Is there anything else you can tell me?"

"That's what I remember" I replied.

Sanjo tapped her pen onto the table, her face now showing concern. "This is wrong on many levels, Ryan. Now, what I have to say is not a criticism of you, this is just following the rules of the school. Even IF the encounters were consensual they would be against the rules and could result in her being dismissed. Now, you're saying that you did not want this to happen. During your first encounter, why do you think you did not resist or try to leave?"

Those words made it sound like I liked it. To be honest, it did feel kinda good but it still wasn't right. Her words and tone conveyed that she sympathized with me on an emotional level as well, that-me being young, I seduced by Dr. Ziegler. "At that time, I kinda liked it but I just couldn't say anything. I wanted to, I really did. But nothing came out. It was like I didn't have any control over myself. It was like I was paralyzed."

Once again, Sanjo nodded. "Ryan, you don't have to feel ashamed of what happened." Her tone was soothing, caring. "Dr. Ziegler, I feel, took advantage of you. You're young and on your own, in a new place, and she thought she could exploit your naïve nature to her advantage by making you her boy-toy."

Deep down I was feeling different. What I mean by that, at first I did like it, having Dr. Ziegler, an older-and hot-woman attracted to me, experienced and her body did feel good as when I came on her. But that was the seduction part. It was being put on by her, just like Sanjo said. She was giving me what I wanted in order to be under her thumb.

"I guess so, yeah" I nodded while looking up at Sanjo.

"To conclude this last encounter," Sanjo continued, "What caused this interruption?"

"Those were my friends, they were waiting. Listening in on this. When they sensed I was in danger, they sprang in and rescued me."

A smile came across Sanjo's face as she leaned back into her leather chair, tugging at her blouse to straight it. "You have some good friends, Ryan."

"Don't I know it!" I smiled at Kim.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Deadman Walking

Deadman had his shirt off and was examining the three bullet holes in his chest. The college kid was a good shot. All three were clustered around his heart. Had he not been already dead, today would have been his last day.

He grabbed a tube of the silicon sealant off the bathroom counter and squirted some into each of the bullet holes. The gun the kid had used 10mm caliber bullet. So the entrance wound was smaller than the exit wound. He would need to go back to his permanent house to repair that damage. Sealing the holes in the front and the bandage wrap for his back would have to do for now.

He glanced up in the mirror at his face, where he saw his big smile. The college students had set up the situation, to include taking a picture of him at the end. It had been clever. This kill would be more difficult than he first thought. He loved it. He felt more alive because of it. Feeling alive was a wonderful feeling for a deadman.

Kim and Ryan

“You did so well. Great job.” Kim told Ryan back at her room.

“Thanks… I did not tell her about the two security guards.” Ryan said feeling a bit guilty about it.

“No, don’t feel guilty about that. The time was not right to bring it up. I think those two guards will get bitten by bad karma. You need to focus on Dr Ziegler and this guy” Kim said pointing to the picture of Deadman Walking on her photo.

“Mya and Marilyn did a good job. That is a very clear picture.” Ryan commented.

“Yes, I’m going to sent it over to the police. Do you think we need to get the team together and discuss the situation? Or do you and I get some private time for a change?” Kim asked.

 

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I was torn. The shooting put a great surge of energy and pride back into me that was lost with what happened before. Kim held onto my hand tightly as we walked out of the building and into the warm rays of the sun.

A large weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could breathe. It didn't fully solve the matter. Far from it. But I said my piece. Everything else was up to the school. Now it was my turn to relax.

"Let's send this off to Monica at the police station and then we can spend some time together. Hopefully we'll get some info by the end of the day" I said as we walked across the sidewalks of the central park.

"Sounds good" nodded Kim. "Remember, you don't have to do anything, okay?" Kim leaned in and whispered before resting her head on my shoulder. "I just want you to be comfortable. It's been a long, hard, day for all of us. Let's just take it easy and do something peaceful, like watch a movie and get some takeout."

"Let's not order from the pizzeria" I replied.

"Yeah. You're right. That guy might be camping out there for us" Kim pondered. "Let's try some place new. There's a bunch of flyers those deliverymen dropping off. Let's take a bunch of them back to my room and decide what looks good, okay?"

"Sounds good to me!" I smiled.

At the same time nearby

Discretely printing off the photos taken during their burglary, Melissa followed Hans back to his room at a neighboring dormitory that was largely reserved for foreign students. Thinking it was time, Melissa didn't doll herself up but she did groom herself. Hans was a classmate and really cute, 5'11 thin with a slight build, long, slicked back blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was rugged and good looking. Looking about to ensure the hallway was empty, her papers in a folder at her side, Melissa nervously knocked on the metal door. Some shuffling and footsteps on the other side, the lock turned and the door pulled back slightly, "Ja?" an eyeball stared at her through the sliver.

"Hi, Hans. It's Melissa. We have class together" Melissa nervously stood there.

Confused, Hans opened the door a little further, "Ja. Is zer a problem?"

"No. No problem" Melissa said. "But listen, I need to ask you a favor," before she looked about. "Can I come in and talk to you in private?"

Thinking for a second, Hans shrugged his shoulders. "Okay". Melissa walked in and the door shut.

Sanjo

After we left her office, Sanjo sank into her chair with a terse look. She couldn't believe that one of her friends would be this vile in seducing a student and then use extortion. The recording was damning. But she needed to be fair and let Dr. Ziegler express her side of the story, and knowing that German doctor, she was rich, stubborn, opinionate, smart, and passionate. She wasn't just going to walk away from her tenor.

Picking up the phone, Sanjo dialed Dr. Ziegler's home phone. It was a wait as the phone rang before a muffled voice picked up, "Allo?"

"Angela" Sanjo sighed, letting that bit of their friendship come through. "It's Sanjo. I need you to come in to give your side of the story. You can bring a lawyer or have a union rep be with you."

"You cannot tell me who is telling you zees lies?" Angela growled.

"No. I cannot" Sanjo replied.

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Ziegler sat at her home desk with a scowl. Was it those boys, Tredger and Bastion, or was it Ryan? Now she was regretting letting her horniness get the better of her. "Fine. I'll be in shortly with my lawyer," and hung up.

Hanging up as well, Sanjo drew a deep breath, "This is going to be fun" she said to herself.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Kim and Ryan

They opened the take-out boxes. The Indian curry smelled wonderful. Ryan poured some wine and brought it to the couch facing the TV. As he sat down Kim put her arm around him.

“A nice romantic comedy movie…” Kim explained, as she started up the movie titled “Yesterday”. Neither of them had seen it and it sounded fun. It was about a guy that discovers no one has never heard of the Beatles or their music. So he rewrites the songs and becomes famous.

About 10 minutes into the movie, Kim leaned over and kisses Ryan in the cheek.

“This is perfect. I love relaxing with you” Kim told Ryan.

Diego Maroto

Diego Maroto first made his name by developing special underwear (bra for women, boxers for men) designed to hide, smuggled drugs. His skills were recognized and he was sent to the US, where he set up a large-scale drug operation. He was indicted when the government intercepted a huge drug shipment. Diego managed to escape back to South America, but it wasn’t long before he returned.

A few years ago, Diego painted the warehouse district white and red: white with drugs and red with the blood of drug rivals. One favorite method included drive-by shootings via unmarked vans. The city experienced a wave of Diego-related crime, including a submachine-gun attack at a mall. Diego instigated anywhere between 40 and 250 murders, including a few personal ones (he shot one of his wives at point-blank range over a drug deal).

He had many people on his payroll, including a few police officers. That was why he got a call that afternoon about a picture of Deadman being provided to the police by the Guzzler. It was this event, that caused Diego to decide it was time to paint Davenport's School red. He grabbed his cell phone and made a call.

“Yes, I want that school and its freaks destroyed. Set up a big protest, that turns violent.” He ordered the person on the other side of the call. “Make sure the protesters kill the Guzzler and her team.”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Kim and I
Warmth. That’s what I felt. Curled up with Kim, hot food, a movie, I felt warm. It wasn’t sexual. “Me too” I replied. Curry was not a common food for me. Stirring it about a bit to mix it with the rice, it had an unusual yet alluring scent. Kim looked away from her plate to scratch her foot. That’s when I reached over, stabbed my fork into her curry, “Mine!” I snickered. Before she could stop me, I ate a carrot.

“You sneak!” Kim lightly pawed at me.

“You gotta be quick” I replied.

“I don’t need to be quick” Kim said. When I looked at her for her meaning, Kim was batting her eyes at me with a smile, that Puss n’ Boots wide eyes. As I looked into her eyes, she stabbed her fork into my plate. “Hehehehe. See?” then ate a piece of beef.

It was just the two of us. Just the way we liked it.

Sanjo and Dr. Ziegler

Dr. Ziegler arrived looking like a perfect model. Every strand of hair was in place, flesh was smooth and toned, wearing her black framed glasses, satchel, tight pants that showed off her fit legs and nice ass, and blouse with her nice rack. Her lawyer was equally as prim with a straight back and firm jaw, wearing a fine Italian suit. He was Mr. Mark T. Rockford esquire. With a private practice going on for ten years, Mr. Rockford was charismatic as he was shrewd.

Looking over her desk one last time, Sanjo wasn’t looking forward to this meeting. Knowing Dr. Ziegler for many years, she was intense and stubborn, Sanjo hoped that it didn't become a screaming match between the pair. A knock came to her office door. “Come in.”

The door opened to show first Mr. Rockford. Behind him was Dr. Ziegler. The three shook hands, though Dr. Ziegler gave only a limp one and didn’t look at Sanjo. The three sat down on opposite ends of Sanjo’s desk. “This conversation is being recorded,” said Sanjo who pointed to the small tape recorder on her desk, already in motion. It was a tape recorder, so it was harder to manipulate than a computer recording. “Now this is not a trial. I’m here to get your side of the story, as well as any evidence you have for your defense.”

“What happens after that?” asked Mr. Rockford.

“That depends. IF there’s enough evidence of wrongdoing, then this will go before a review board. They could call in the claimant once again, and you as well, to get any further evidence. After that, then they’ll decide. The hardest punishment would be Dr. Ziegler’s position being terminated.” She wanted to speak to Dr. Ziegler as her friend, Angela, but Sanjo couldn’t. They were not friends right now. “Dr. Ziegler,” she began, “It has come to our attention that you have carried on a romantic relationship with a student at this college.”

Dr. Ziegler’s blue eyes were now leering back at her, jaw firm. She didn’t speak. That was the job of Mr. Rockford. “What evidence is there of this alleged relationship?” sitting upright in his chair, hands clasped together on his lap.

Glancing at Angela and then at her lawyer, Sanjo sighed. “We have a complaint from a student, claiming that you forced yourself onto them, and that you made the threat of retaliation if the matter was discussed.”

Just one complaint. Naturally, in her head, Angela thought it was I who filed until she remembered Tredger and Bastion. Perhaps one of them, unmoved by the threat, stepped forward. “Lies….” Dr. Ziegler muttered. “I have served this school for many years,” Dr. Ziegler said calmly, yet firmly, stated. “I’ve helped more of these gifted students than anyone here. You’re going to let it all go because a ‘mutual’ encounter?”

“It may be ‘mutual’,” Sanjo said after drawing a breath, “However, having a romantic relationship with a student is still against the school’s ethics.”

“It was just one student!” Dr. Ziegler held up a slender finger before her lawyer reached over and clapped a hand onto her shoulder. Now was the time to shut up. Because this was being recorded, her outburst would be heard by the review board now as Sanjo cannot go back and record over it.

Melissa and Hans

“Ver did you find dis?” asked Hans as his blue eyes skimmed over the printed photos.

“I can’t really tell you, unless you make a promise” Melissa nervously replied. She stood beside him, the tip of an index finger between her jaws.

“Vas? A promise?” the German exchange student looked up with a raised eyebrow.

Melissa knew that, when reading the text in detail, he’ll figure out whose diary this was. “Listen, uh, I know this is going to sound weird, okay? But, please, listen. This journal…” out of reflex she looked about the small room. No one was there. “This belongs to Dr. Ziegler” reaching out she tapped the papers with her finger.

“Dr. Ziegler?” Hans’s eyes widened. “Vas? Vy do you have her diary?” To him that was the ultimate betrayal, stealing a person’s secrets.

“It’s hard for me to explain” Melissa admitted. “But we think she is preying on students at this school. We think that she wrote about it in her journal. If she did, it could be used as evidence.”

“Ve?” Hans replied. “Vho is Ve?”

“I can’t really say. I must preserve their privacy,” Melissa held a hand to her chest while the other went behind her back to hide that it was shaking from the stress. “Please, Hans. This is important. If you can translate this, and there’s nothing about her activity, then there’s nothing to worry about, right? If there is, well, we can stop her from preying on anyone else?”

Not convinced, Hans ran his hands through his long blonde hair, stood up, and walked to the other side of his room. Following him with her eyes, Melissa felt her heart being tugged. She was losing him. Not knowing it, he had a class with Dr. Ziegler and they had chatted before about their homeland. Sensing he was going to reject her, Melissa was ready to lay on some charm or maybe even compensate him in some way. All she had in her wallet was $20. She liked Hans, thought he was cute, but she wasn’t going to let her hormones interfere with this. If it was someone like Ryan, she would go down on him in a instant, if it meant sealing the deal. Not here. “Look, Hans. Please understand, Dr. Ziegler, she’s been preying on students. It’s not right, don’t you think?” The German lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and nodded. “If you had a chance to stop this,” Melissa continued, “Wouldn’t you try to stop it?”

Instigators

There were always some protestors at the school’s main gate. Mostly they were religious fanatics who believed such powers were against the Will of God. Every day their recital of Bible verses, combined with ‘eternal damnation’ were tossed through the gate. Today there was a larger than usual amount. Down the streets and in the alleyways, vans pulled up and disgorged secret people, ones wearing masks, gloves, and carrying backpacks. Four-armed security officers on the gate today. Through the slats of the steel gate, the protestors were hurling insults, curses, and then came objects. Sprinkled amongst these protestors were Mr. Maroto men. Individually they slipped into the crowd and began rising the fervor by calling dangerous chants, “Kill them! Kill them all!” Others began to shout it as well. Those were the other instigators. Following group dynamics, eventually the whole crowd was chanting for death. Some of these instigators were hardline anti-mutants. So to attend this was a personal delight.

Officer Sandy and Cassie were working together in the monitor room, just the two of them. They liked it because it was just them for the entire shift. If something was amiss on the cameras, they would direct an officer there then sit back and watch the show.

“You know, I’ve been thinking” Cassie spun around in her chair opposite of her partner. “That boy we arrested at the pizzeria, Ryan. Guy had a massive fucking cock! If I met him at the club, I would so go down on him right there. I don’t give a fuck if Dylan’s watching” she laughed loudly. “Fuck. The way he came, too! I’ve never seen that before. That was incredible.”

“We could arrest him again” Sandy eagerly replied.

That’s when Cassie’s peppiness bled away. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about that. You think we overdid it? Chances are, we’re going to see him. What if he files a complaint?”

“Then we take him to the backroom, tell him how sorry we are and then give him the best threesome he’s ever going to get in his life!” Sandy laughed. Cassie liked the idea because that meant getting that massive cock back inside of her. That’s when they noticed objects being thrown over the gate.

An officer called over his radio, “We need help at the main gate! They’re trying to get over!”

“How many?” another officer asked, meaning how many protestors were coming in.

“All of them!” the first officer yelled back.

Lighting the oil cloth wick, one of the instigators threw a Molotov cocktail over the gate. The liquid fire it gave off when the glass shattered forced the officers back long enough for someone to bring up a blowtorch. As it was being done, people clambered over the walls on either side of the gate, a few were firing pistols wildly.

“Attention, all officers” Officer Sandy’s voice came over the radios. “The main gate has been breached. There are people in civilian clothes with firearms and Molotov cocktails. Use of live ammunition is authorized. The college is now under lockdown. Defense teams, move to your designated areas.” Other officers rushed into the station and opened the arms room, taking from them AR-15s, shotguns, extra pistols, tear gas and flash bangs.

The call for a lockdown came when I was nuzzled up with Kim. We had set aside our empty plates, I held her in my arms with her head resting on my shoulder, her right hand reaching across and touching my forearm. She kissed me again on the cheek and I kissed her back but she didn’t go further, perhaps feeling that now wasn’t the time. Then came the crashing and bangs. Jumping from my bed and going to the window, I could see several dark figures running about.

"What is it?" asked Kim as she pressed herself against me.

"I don't know" I replied.

"Stay away from the windows!" someone yelled from the hallway. "Lock your doors. Barricade them!"

Going over and taking a peek from my door into the hallway, there was an officer loading his AR-15. He caught sight of me, "Lock your door!" he pointed at me.

Looking out the window, Kim gasped, "Holy shit! They're swarming the campus!"

"They?" I asked.

Another blast rocked the dorms. I shut off the lights and pulled her away from the window.

"Should we go to my van?" Kim asked with wide eyes. As she spoke, another blast was seen from the window.

"No. If we go out there, we'll get caught up in all of that" I pointed. "Stay here and fortify." Curling my fists, I imagined a couple of bats and they grew in my hands. Too bad I couldn't make guns.

Melissa was still talking to Hans in his room. She tried to use her limited amount of German but it came out worse than the mock stuff in movies. Hans, to her surprise, was amused by her attempts. She was putting in effort to understand him. He still had not agreed to the deal.

The next room over, Dutch exchange student, Iana, was enjoying her favorite toy, a large flesh-like dildo. She knew that guys wanted to bang her because she had a junk in the truck ass and thick thighs. Her power was to project mirror images of herself, good for distractions and sometimes impersonations. What she didn’t know was, a classmate of hers, Tredger, was jerking off in his room to her large ass. In his mind, Iana was using her power to multiply so that four of her, and her massive ass, were having sex with him at the same time, and all wailing compliments as the greatest lover they ever had.

Sanjo, Dr. Ziegler, and Mr. Rockford were still discussing the ‘issue’ in the former’s office. The alarm came. None of them could leave the building. Opening a drawer, Sanjo pulled out a Browning HP pistol, slid in a full magazine and chambered a round. “You gotta gun?” Mr. Rockford exclaimed.

“Yep!” Sanjo nodded. “Because the defense of these gifted students is everyone’s responsibility, all faculty are allowed to carry firearms on campus.” To further prove this, Dr. Ziegler pulled from her satchel a Walther PPK. Feeling left out, Mr. Rockford took a letter opener from the desk then went to the window in time to see a human wave of people charging in. Cocktails were being thrown, pistols and automatic rifles discharged, people threw heavy objects at the storm windows to get them to shatter. It was an invasion.

The officers at the gate were overwhelmed. All four of them were tackled, beaten, their weapons ripped from them by the masses. Some of the protestors fired those weapons into the windows. Their orders were to kill them, but maybe they'll find a couple hot ones to play with before putting them out of their misery.

As part of the protocol, an emergency call was sent directly to the police department and Officer Monika Weiss whom was working out in the gym, beating up a punching bag while jamming on her cassette player. An officer barged in and grabbed her, “The mutant college is being attacked by a horde!”

“Scheisse!” Monika gasped then raced out to get her weapon and join the response team.