Something Wicked and
Sexy Comes This Way
For a change it was a dark and stormy night in Las Vegas and Sara had
worked another double shift. As she pulled up at the call address she looked over
at the house which looked dark and uninviting. Sara sighed as she made her way
to the back of the Tahoe and lifted out her kit. Walking up to the slightly
open front door, she nodded to the skittish looking rookie on guard.
"Hey, is my colleague already here?" she asked the uniformed man.
She recognised him from another crime scene and was not impressed with his
leering at her body, and frowned as she only got a slight nod.
After turning to survey the yard and the Tahoe, Sara turned quickly back to
the young Officer and growled. "Are you staring at my ass, AGAIN?"
The Officer’s radio crackled to life and Sara could see the relief in his
eyes as the control room conveyed details of a nearby burglary in progress.
Hesitating as he looked at the house and then back to Sara, she asked him if
the house had been cleared. He nodded and she told him he was released from
watch.
As he ran to the patrol car he yelled back something about avoiding the
basement area before slamming into his car and speeding off.
"Hey wait!! What...Why?” Sara yelled at the retreating Officer’s car.
Frowning again she checked her side arm and reached for her Maglite.
Clicking the torch on she entered the front door and
swept the hall before carefully making her way in.
Muttering under her breath, she searched the ground floor and first floor
for her missing colleague. "Hey is anyone here!" Sara yelled walking
back through the ground floor. Suddenly she noticed a door she hadn’t seen
before.
"Damn it, I hate Halloween. I hope the guys aren’t playing around.
I’ve just pulled a double and am not in the mood." She grumbled. When she
tried the door it slid open with a loud creak. Sara rolled her eyes as every
scary movie flitted through her head. "Oh man this is such a cliché!"
Propping the door open with a nearby chair she stepped into the dark
stairwell. Each step down into the basement seemed louder than necessary as her
boots hit each bare step. Halfway down she noticed the
smell. Hesitating slightly she drew in a deep breath and identified it as sweet
incense. The cloying sweetness grew as she proceeded,
reaching the bottom she jumped as the door at the top of the stairs slammed
with a boom loud enough to rock the house. Sara dropped her case and turned
quickly back towards the stairs only to be overcome with dizziness. She felt
slender strong arms circle her waist and, as she became weaker, hands held her
securely to the feminine body behind her.
"Wait, who?" Sara gasped out just before she blacked out.
Sara groaned slightly as her head felt like she had been out the night
before drinking heavily. As she became more aware she realised that she was
tied to a frame of some sort, and even more worrying, she was naked and
blindfolded.
As she tested her bonds, she heard a slight creaking sound about four feet
in front of her. "Who’s there? What have you done with my partner?"
Her voice sounded firm.
She heard the person shift on the seat and then the heat of a hand land
softly on her abdomen. Her muscles tensing at the unexpected touch.
"Uh!" She gasped. Her body
automatically swaying away from the soft fingers tracing the outline of her
muscles.
"Wait! You don’t need to do this. You can still walk away free,” she
reasoned as another hand traced her left breast. Gritting her teeth as her
nipple responded to the insistent touch. The person moved in closer and she
could feel hot breath wash over her sensitive neck and throat.
Teeth closed over the skin of her neck where it joined her shoulder, just the
right side of pain and an insistent suckling began. Her assailant found Sara’s
Achilles’ heal. Her body surrendered briefly to the
arousal shooting through her shuddering body.
Panting, she tried again as the hand on her stomach started a maddening journey
south. The nails gently scraped the tender skin before cupping her centre.
"Jesus!" Sara’s body jumped as her clit engorged and responded to the
two fingers sliding either side of it squeezing rhythmically.
"Please." Sara groaned.
By now she had realised her captor was a woman, the scent was feint but
sure. A woman’s arousal. Whoever it was,
was also turned on. Her lips moved up to Sara’s ear and she whispered,
"Mine." Before capturing Sara’s lobe and sucking softly.
Sara swallowed hard against her body’s responses. Tilting her head she
tried to free her lobe. That voice sounded familiar but she was swimming in a
tide of arousal, her body responding to the slightest touch of this woman.
She felt the fingers slid further down to her soaked entrance at the same
time her blindfold was released. Shuddering hard she bit her lip as she tried
to keep from begging.
"Open your eyes baby." The sensual voice purred in Sara’s ear.
Her eyes opened slowly and blond hair came into her blurred vision. She gulped as
her vision cleared and Catherine’s body came in to focus. She was wearing a
leather bra and thong, at her side was a riding crop.
"Do you like my play clothes? I wear them when I want to bump and
grind with a sexy slave, Sara, and I’ve wanted you for a long time. You may
call me Lady Catherine." Catherine’s voice sent shivers down Sara’s spine.
"That’s NOT a costume?" Sara rasped. Catherine smiled evilly at
the naked brunette and shook her head.
"No baby, and I intend to play with you for a
long time. Lay back and enjoy." Catherine stepped back into Sara’s space
and began to lick and suck on her erect nipples, teeth nipping and tongue
teasing the throbbing buds.
"Catherine." Sara moaned as Catherine’s hands and mouth built
Sara’s arousal higher and higher. "Oh Goddess."
She gasped as Catherine sank to her knees and took Sara’s throbbing clit into
her mouth. Humming in pleasure she pulled back and looked up into her captive’s
eyes.
“Mmm, you taste divine. Sweeter
than a candy apple." She leaned forward again and feasted in
earnest. Sara’s body gave its tribute to Catherine’s skill and she climaxed
explosively and once again blacked out.
"Sara? Sara, wake up. Please wake up." Catherine’s voice
permeated Sara’s mind.
"Not again, Catherine. I can’t come anymore. Please let me sleep
baby." Sara groaned.
"Sara, you have to wake up. You’ve breathed in some fumes. We need you
to wake up," Catherine pleaded.
Sara slowly opened her eyes once more and locked with Catherine’s baby
blues. As the rest of the world came into focus again she looked down
Catherine’s body taking in the blue button down shirt and black pants.
Frowning in confusion Sara whispered, "Where are your clothes, Lady
Catherine?"
Looking down at her clothes Catherine frowned and looked back at the dazed
brunette on the gurney. "I’m wearing my clothes, Sara. What happened down
there?" She bent over the prone woman as they were loaded into the back of
the ambulance.
"I love you, Lady Catherine. I’m yours," Sara whispered barely
awake.
"I love you, too, my Sara." Catherine stroked damp hair from
Sara’s forehead before leaning down and whispering into her ear. "Lay back
and enjoy the ride baby. We’ll work it out tomorrow."
Catherine looked out the back of the ambulance and smiled evilly at the
ghostlike figure in the window of the dark house. "She’s mine now. Thank
you," She mouthed.
Fade to darkness.