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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 1 - Virago Moderne
As I arrived at the scene I did a little mental fist pump in my head. Katelyn's car isn't here yet so I arrived first for once. Perhaps when its 6 AM its easier for the guy who doesn't care how he looks to get there first but I was still claiming the win. I put my lanyard with my badge over my neck and walked in to the scene.
This one was a bad one. The deceased was a female. Definitely a female. Quite a body, fit and full of hot curve. Other than the smashed leg and collapsed skull that is. What a mess. I had seen a lot but this might be one for the record book. The head looked like it had been crushed by a vice or something and was totally unrecognizable. I did a quick search of the body. Wow. The left knee had been similarly crushed to total destruction. There was nothing left of it but pulp.
As I continued to check the scene a murmur went through the officers in the room that I knew could only mean that Katelyn was arriving. Katelyn as always looked perfect. Oh I meant her hair and makeup and dress but ok the rest of her was perfect also. Katelyn had red hair and piercing blue eyes that made a striking combination. Her skin was so light that there were jokes of her being a vampire. The skin tone and facial features were like a high fashion model. She was extremely busty but wore dresses that somehow seemed to deaccentuate that in some way that I am sure women understand but were mystifying to me. The tightness of the outfit showed her outrageous curves shifting from broad wide shoulders, tiny and I mean tiny waist, exploding back out to her hips. Her arms were well toned and showed hints of both muscle and veins when she moved even casually. As impressive as her top was it played second fiddle to her backside. Her butt screamed power and arched so far out that is was not just a shelf, it was a whole desk back there. Her backside always looked like she was poised and ready to explode into a high jump at any moment. The rest of her legs were similarly muscled and toned. At 6'1" she rarely wore heels but even so her calves still pumped and showed off as she walked and turned.
When I found my new partner was going to be a woman I had a lot of doubts and then when I saw her I had even more. It took about two weeks not to just watch her move or stare at her. The first time she yawned and stretched back it took a physical effort not to gasp out loud. I quickly learned how smart she was, how tough she was, and how good at her job she was. She had made me better at my job and I was supposed to be the one teaching her. We had become close, as friends and partners and now watching the rest of the world reacting to Katelyn walking through it was just an added bonus.
"Bout time," I gruffly exhaled without looking up. "This one's a bad one."
I could feel Katelyn frowning at me but knowing her this well I knew it to be her smiling frown if that makes any sense. "Well not everyone just sleeps in their clothes and comes to work looking like you Paul."
I made an exaggerated frown face. "This suit is pressed. Well for me its pressed," I mused as I knew how much I fit the stereotype of the detective in rumpled clothes that never seemed to quite fit right. My hair never quite seemed finished or combed completely. I had learned to use it all to my advantage and use people's preconceptions against them. It really helps a detective if they think you're an idiot.
Katelyn then took a look at the body. She bent down and took a closer look and then to my surprise she turned and left the room! We had seen a lot of stuff but I guess this one was too much for even her.
I covered for her and continued to do the scene. I made sure I got all the photos at the right angles. When the coroner arrived we looked even closer at the body. Around the woman's neck was a medallion. It reminded me of my lanyard with my badge. I sensed Katelyn over my shoulder. There was no doubting that presence. I made a move with my hand to let her know there was no need for any apologies and motioned with my chin at the dead woman's badge. It was laminated plastic with a coded keystrip on it. In the middle it had a logo with the Greek letter alpha entwined with the feminine symbol. "Not very subtle," I said in a quiet voice as I got a picture of that on my phone and stood up.
I had long learned not to be concerned with how much taller my partner was. My driver's license said 5'10" but that was pushing it a bit so the statuesque beauty had about 4 inches on me as I looked up at her perfect features. "We will let forensics do their stuff and we can find out where this comes from," as I held up the photo of the emblem. I took another look down at the mangled body. "Looking at her build we can probably start at the gyms to ID her."
Katelyn still seemed a bit spooked but nodded and we went back to the office and got our morning coffee. I did some final paperwork of a previous case to clear everything for this new one - letting forensics have bit of time to come up with a good lead as well. I was just finishing my paperwork when Katelyn came in and leaned in to my desk. Only by long practice had I learned not to stare when she did that.
"The dead woman's name was Sharla Lewin and the thing on her neck is a key card for a private gym called Virago Moderne." She threw down some files on my desk. I took a quick look and up at her.
"That was fast. Forensics got an ID already?" I leafed through the material. Sharla Lewin, 28, an insurance adjuster, address. And then the club. "Private gym? What the hell is that? Like a country club?"
"Forensics didn't come in yet but I made a few calls and got this," Katelyn said. "Couldn't wait around all day on you," she added with a wicked smile.
"Well aren't you a wonder," I declared as I rose up out of my chair and put my suit coat back on. "OK. Address first and then the...Virago Moderne."
Katelyn chuckled which on her was this throaty rumble that could probably melt a glacier. I even twitched a bit. "Did you just call me Wonder Woman?"
I wrinkled my nose and clapped my hand on her shoulder. "I am going to pretend you didn't say that," as I marveled not for the first time at how solid that arm felt as I clapped it.
Sharla Lewin's home was nice. Like real nice. I remarked several times that this didn't seem like the sort of place an insurance adjuster was affording and noted down to check if she had money in her background somewhere. Otherwise there was nothing much of interest. The place was clean. Nothing seemed out of place or like she was experiencing any sort of stress. She had a room full of gym equipment that would have made my high school jealous but one look at what was left of her showed she was into her fitness. We finished there and I took her laptop with us. I put in a request for the tech boys to crack into its passwords for me so we could take a stroll through there as Katelyn drove us to the club thing.
Virago Moderne was in an exclusive up town area that I probably couldn't even afford to loiter in. On the outside it was very nondescript with a simple door with that same logo from the card found on the dead woman. The door did not open and we saw we needed to be buzzed in so I held up my badge to the camera and just as I was about to see if the card opened it when the door buzzed and we went inside.
Inside the Virago Moderne opened up into a huge fitness facility. All very chic and stylish and somehow it even smelt good like something was being pumped in the air to freshen it. There was a desk up front and we approached it. Behind the desk was the largest black woman I had ever seen in my life. I don't mean fat I mean big. She was somehow both immense and yet attractive and I was not sure how she pulled that off. As she watched us approach she crossed her arms across her chest and stood even above Katelyn. Her whole look and persona screamed bodyguard and my radar went off at once wondering why this place needed that. She didn't smile as she asked if she could help us.
I came up to about her chest which was roughly the size of a battleship. She wore an orange shirt that said the name of the club across the front of it in black letters. Her hair was cut short and styled back and her facial features were quite pretty. Those features were attached to a 6'5" body that looked like she was ready to line up at left tackle for the Cowboys. Her presence was striking and I guess that was the purpose of her being up front. I quicky got my bearings and put out my badge again "We'd like to talk to someone in charge."
"About what?" she said in a clear clipped tone that seemed annoyed and just to add to it her hands clenched actually making a knuckle cracking sound and her shoulders straightened making me wonder if the orange shirt was safe as her body pushed against and lifted it outward. The words stretched noticeably.
I am quite barrel chested myself and I am used to pushing it out there when I want to cut through the crap and get some info but on this woman my chest came up to about her belly button so it was not going to have the sort of impact I was used to. Katelyn walked up, her sunglasses sliding down as she removed them slowly and put them in her pocket. Even her tall frame was eclipsed four inches or so by the desk guard but she still growled out "Are you the one we need to talk to about an investigation?" and her finger poked out into the woman's shoulder.
There was a tension in the air I could not quite figure out and I found myself gearing up like it was time for action when the woman pulled back and lifted a phone and poked a button on it. I could not hear her talk, which was quite a feat because I was really trying to, but afterward she turned to us and said, "The owner is coming right up to talk to you." Her hands at her sides were clenched tight now and I had thought her arms were big before but the swelling showed how much more work they were capable of if needed. Veins had even started to appear just by her closing her hands.
I nodded and took the chance to look around at the place as we waited. There were some gym goers in view and every one seemed hotter than the next. All women, they worked on treadmills or steppers. As I tried to get a better view the garganturess blocked in front of me and said "This is a private club."
And when I say blocked I mean blocked. I walked into her and stopped dead. And she didn't move even the tiniest millimeter. It was intimidating and hot as hell all at the same time but I tried to look nonplussed and looked up at her. It was a long way up but I kept my smile on and I refused to back up and stayed right there against her big, thick body. "Yeah how does that work? I mean say if I wanted to join how would I do that?"
"You apply and we decide if you are worthy," came a voice from behind me and I turned to see a 50ish woman looking immaculate in a black top and skirt set. She was about 5'10" with chestnut hair well made up and a figure of a fitness model. Only her face revealed some lines to show that age as her body was tight and as well packed as everyone in this place seemed to be. She had a confidence you could feel even at this distance. "We are very selective however," she added with a smile. "Hello I am Jennifer DeLisle," and she held out her hand.
I pushed off the wall of woman I was against and went to meet the owner. "Detective Paul Town," I said as I took the hand. Her grip nearly crushed my hand but I managed not to let it show. "Even if I am a man? By the name of the place I figured it was only women..."
"We are mostly women, yes but there are some male members as well," she cut me off. Obviously she was used to leading the conversation. "I am surprised you know what a Virago is Detective."
Something about her tone pissed me off so I held back a sly smile as I cut in with, "Sure. A Virago is a big, ugly broad in literature..."
Her expression could have cut through a diamond. "Originally a Virago was a female warrior, strong and brave. It was men who changed its meaning over the years to mean a shrill, distempered woman," she cut in again - the distaste clear on her face. "As usual men are unable to handle the concept of a strong woman." The bodyguard nodded and even Katelyn seemed to like that line of reasoning.
"Yeah that Shakespeare ruined it for all of you," as I looked at this trio of amazing female bodies in the room with me and when I had turned so I was out of view of the others, I winked at Katelyn.
"What are you detecting here, Detective," she once again broke in her voice clearly annoyed now and I thought I heard Katelyn stifle a laugh.
I bit back another cheeky comeback to that setup line and got serious. "I am afraid I have some bad news for you. One of your members, Sharla Lewin was murdered last night."
This dented her calm some and I saw the change in her expression for just a second and then her perfection kicked back in. "And how does that involve the Virago?" she said smoothly.
"She had the club pass on her when we found the body so we are just checking everything out. You know how it goes." I walked towards her like I was going to offer support knowing she would not want that as I tried to keep this woman so obviously used to leading on her back foot so maybe I'd get something useful.
But quickly she jumped into action mode instead. "Well we sure want to help this as much as we can. I will get Ms. Lewin's file and information here on the computer. And Gemini - take Mr. Town to her locker so he can see what he can ... detect. I can stay here with Katelyn and ...chat." This lady talked in pauses like everything had hidden meaning. Maybe it did. The moment of weakness was gone and she was all business again barking out crisp orders to us all.
My eyebrows went up but I nodded simply. Her name was Gemini? Of course it was. "Ok Gem where do we go?" I clapped my hands and rubbed them together as I stared at the huge vision.
Her grunt this time sounded more like a growl. But she didn't say anything and led me toward the rear of the gym. As we passed by a room I heard noises and peeked in. There were eight women in the room going through a workout I recognized as the Filthy-50 cross fit workout. Having tried it myself I knew how insane and high level this workout was but they all seemed to be keeping up and moving through the movements well. They were currently changing from the 50 walking lunge steps and into the 50 knees to elbows. The women all looked to be slightly older, maybe 30s or 40's but all were in fantastic shape. A gaggle of Milf's for sure but ones that could kick most anyone's ass in stamina. This gym was working at quite an elite level. Leading the group of women was a little pixieish vision wearing a bright yellow one piece workout outfit that had a smiling face with its tongue sticking out in the center of it. It was so tight it showed she had rippling abs underneath and when she moved and went through the movements herself her bottom and legs exploded impressively. She was a head shorter than most of the participants but she seemed to be in charge and was leading the rest through their paces. Her accent was French as she moved the women and encouraged them to work. I pretended to not know and nodded to Gemini. "Hey Gem what are they doing?"
"This is our mid level crossfit class. They are performing the Filthy 50 workout with a target time of 25 minutes." she said crisply like reciting a script.
Mid level? Shit! But outwardly I only nodded. "Oh filthy 50, so its dirty then."
Gemini's grunt this time came with an eye roll. "You see Mr. Town cross fit workouts are named. The filthy 50, Fran, Murph..." She stopped as she looked like she wondered why she was even explaining this to me and pushed on my shoulder to urge me to go into the locker room. I paused and watched for a while even if it was hard to resist the push of the behemoth beauty. As the participants worked into the 50 push presses there was some noticeable struggling going on. The french pixie whipped up the energy to keep the group going. A few started to fall behind the pace but four were still going strong. By the time they got to 50 burpees it was down to two still going to finish it on time, four more who were struggling to keep up and two more that looked like they were going to throw up. I sympathized. A mature beauty in a purple leotard with light brown hair and a chest to rival Gemini actually looked up and saw me there and winked. She was nine steps into one of the wilder workouts I know of and she is winking at me. Damn. I kept my eyes on her as they finished. She never missed a single double-under of the final rep of 50 in the workout. Amazing. She looked at the clock and slammed down the jump rope and pumped her arms and gave me another wink. Her body was thick and pumped from the huge exertion. She wasn't ripped but extremely thick and muscled with the body of ... well like the body of a cross fit athlete. Duh. Then she turned and urged and helped the stragglers to finish the workout.
I shook myself from my peeping and went with Gemini into the women's locker room. She checked if anyone was there and then led me to a locker and said it belonged to Sharla Lewin. It had a lock and unable to resist I once again nodded. "Ok so tear off the lock for me and I will take a look."
I was getting used to Gemini's grunts now - I guess she didn't appreciate high comedy. She produced a key from somewhere and for the life of me I am not sure where it had come from and unlocked the lock and took it with her as she took a single step back where she stopped like she intended to stay and watch me. She had that classic arms crossed bodyguard look. I made a little shooing motion with my hands for her to back up and was rewarded with another grunt. But she did back up and let me do my job. I looked through the dead woman's locker. Not much you wouldn't expect in a locker at a gym but I made note of everything in my book and had Gemini lock it back up and instructed her to leave it like that and not touch anything in case we needed to come back to look at it.
While she put the lock on I left her behind and walked out of the locker room. I bumped into the cross fit babe I had been glued to watching. Up close her face was even more attractive. A face that seemed to be perpetually smiling. It was impossible to miss the expanse of her top and I saw a tattoo on her left arm in the shape of a rose. The purple leotard was nicely sweating as she bumped into me. Straight on chest into chest bump. I made an uhh noise as I struggled not to go backwards from the bump as she laughed.
"Whoa there Hoss, but this here is the woman's locker room." The sparkle in her eyes showed she did not really mind and was just teasing me.
"Oh just looking around. Those were some impressive moves in there." We were still chest to chest and as I said though I am pretty barrel chested I think hers was out barreling mine as she breathed hard from the tough workout. Each of her deep breaths pushed the chest out and into mine like it was bashing at the gates.
She batted her eyes and leaned on me a bit. "Thanks Hoss, this place is great. The progress I have made is beyond what years somewhere else can do." Not moving she stayed plastered to me and pushing her chest at me. Or maybe they just pushed that way all on their own. She finally leaned back enough to offer her hand. "Mitzy Rodrigues," she said and gave me another grip crushing handshake I was getting used to at this place.
"I'd love to talk about that progress Mitzy," I said. I wasn't sure why but my Spidey Sense was telling me this place was somehow important in this case and I wanted some unfiltered information. "I am Paul Town. I am thinking of joining and wanted to learn more outside of the sales pitch." I nodded my head at the looming giant as Gemini moved to join us.
"I'd like that Paul," she whispered into my ear as if she didn't want Gemini to hear and she pressed a card into my hand.
We started back to the front but I again stopped as I passed by the woman who had been the instructor for the cross fit workout. Or maybe girl, she looked really young. But really wow. She was currently placed under a collection of weights as large as I had ever seen in one place. As I watched she arched under it and stomped her feet on the floor and lifted her pelvis into the collection so huge, I swear the bar dipped at each end and lifted it up. Then took it down and repped it. And repped it. I lost count of the reps as I stared at her torso. Her legs. Her butt and how the intense work made them stand out. Her face turned red and then purple but she kept going. Finally she let out a gasp and went down. She wiggled out from the weights and jumped to her feet. Her tinted hair swung as she jumped up and wrote down her progress in a workout book. She had looked pumped before leading the class but now she looked otherworldly.
I had seen some hip thrusts in my time but that was.... something. She saw me watching, smiled and practically bounced to me and moved in close. "Do you wish a chance?" she teased and in her accent it came out lovely. Up close I saw she had braces and I wondered just how old this vision was. Her yellow workout singlet seemed to be in a struggle now and the smiley face was stretched in some impressive ways as she pointed at the weights. Her muscles were tight and ripped and she could have stepped up on any fitness stage and won. She had this aura. Like she was giving off hotness in waves.
"Oh if I lifted that I'd never fit into my pants." I said with a wink.
She giggled and it was a musical thing that I actually felt down inside me. "Well come back anytime and we can see what else we can do with your pants." and she returned the wink to me.
She was the one working out but suddenly I was the one sweating now as I returned to the front. Katelyn was standing there talking to Ms. DeLisle. I paused and listened in and gave myself a chance to cool off from my talk with the pixie.
"Your, Mr, Town seems to be quite a piece of work."
"He's a bulldog," Katelyn replied. "When I first started partnering with him he used to always tell me he was one better than Al Bundy." I smiled as I remembered that joke. "I just figured he meant how he's a bit of a slob but I looked him up and found out that he scored 5 touchdowns in the State Championship game - so one more than Al Bundy scored."
"And...," Ms. Delisle started.
"He's relentless," Katelyn interrupted her this time. "He could have gone to college to play ball but he joined the army instead. He could have gotten out of the army after his leg injury but instead he just switched to intelligence analysis. He could have collected disability after he left the army but he joined the police instead. He doesn't give up."
"I wouldn't have pegged him as the Intelligence type."
"He likes you to think that. Like how he got you bugged when he pretended not to know what a Virago was."
Ok, Katelyn was starting to give out secrets to the store here now so I busted up. "Ok do we have everything we need here."
Both women turned and nodded. Katelyn waved the file and we gave the standard don't touch anything and we might be back later and all the rest. I didn't discuss what I had heard. As we drove I got a call on the cell. I listened and grunted. Maybe it was catchy.
"We got another body."
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Interesting concept and set up. The exposition seemed slightly heavy handed, but the interesting characters make up for it. On the whole very well written. I look forward to where the plot goes! :-)
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Great start! Very intriguing!
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Good sense of flow, and an interesting start. Keep up the good work.
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A nice start! A murder mystery is definitely appreciated!
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Interesting concept and set up. The exposition seemed slightly heavy handed, but the interesting characters make up for it. On the whole very well written. I look forward to where the plot goes! :-)
LOL yeah nothing subtle here. Just working to gather up a cast of characters in a world filled with muscle and put them in situations that mean they have to show their capabilities.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 2 - The Plot Thickens
The second scene was so similar to the first we both knew instantly we were talking about the same perp. This body was dark haired, muscled, and if the head was still in one piece probably gorgeous. Katelyn gasped when we walked in but kept her cool otherwise. Hurray for getting used to overwhelming gore. Again the left knee was pulverized and the head so totally destroyed there was no quick way to identify her. We did our investigation and of course the body did have another Virago Moderne key card, this time on her wrist.
I took Katelyn by the shoulder. Wow. And talked quickly, which I did in a crisis situation. "Ok, I am going to go back to that club and rattle some cages. You go to the coroner and press them for results on this. We got ourselves some escalating crap here and need to get out ahead of it. What sort of weapon did this damage and make sure they checked thoroughly for any drugs in the system."
"Drugs?" Katelyn asked.
"Anyone taking down Virago Moderne members might be needing some drugs to slow them down first. Like elephant tranquilizer," I added quietly mostly to myself but not so quiet that Katelyn couldn't hear it and smile. She nodded she had it and I headed on back to the private club Virago Moderne.
I barely had to wait to get buzzed in this time. Heck I am practically family now. Gemini was still at her post and I swear she looked bigger than she had this morning. She nodded at me and before she could open her mouth I got in there. "You know you would be so amazingly hot if you smiled. I need to see someone quick. We got a situation going on here." And I started to walk right on by towards the rear of the facility.
I got about three steps when I felt hands at my arm pits and I was lifted and carried back to the desk. "Listen here detective you can't just come in here and make demands." The voice was level and even as if the effort of lifting and carrying me wasn't even noticeable.
I took a second to compose myself from that feat but I had work to do. "We've got two dead bodies and this place seems neck deep in it. So we can talk here or I can start asking people to come with me to the station to talk." My voice was loud enough for her to want to quiet me down so she motioned me to follow and we headed down to a room in the rear. The gym was more crowded now than it had been earlier and the clientele still seemed to be one hot body after another. It was quite a remarkable array of bodies on cardio equipment, lifting weights, doing yoga and crossfit moves. I hadn't seen a guy yet so I began to wonder if they really did have them here when we got to a matted room in the back area.
There was a small crowd in the room and in the center I saw the first guy besides me in the place. He was a well muscled blonde guy. Young, probably 20's. He had what I considered those flashy sort of muscles that were more suited for dancing at Chippendales than it was for working but I did have to admit he had a lot of them.
Across from him was the girl I had watched earlier leading the Crossfit workout. She was wearing a black leotard and looked even better than she had before if that was possible. She smiled and nodded to the onlookers and approached the man. They were going to tangle? Shit, even if this guy had six inches and a lot of pounds on the beauty I had watched her hip thrust what looked to be about the weight of a compact car for reps so I knew where my money went. I peered over at Gemini. She leaned in to me and said in a low voice. A hot voice if you must know. "People like to watch Aline work." She then crossed her arms back in bodyguard position.
On the mats the guy circled and looked wary. So he must have known some about this hot little body as well because he didn't look like he wanted to just rush in even though he was so much larger. Finally he crouched a bit lower and lunged in. It was a nice lunge and it seemed he had some wrestling training as he reached out for Aline's right leg and looked to take it into a single leg takedown. He moved fast and committed hard to the move.
Aline let the leg bend some making the man go in deeper to try and grip under it and take it into a takedown. Then she suddenly just collapsed down on his head and leaned over showing flexibility reaching so far over him she now had his right leg in her arms as her body looked like it was basically laying over the big man's body. You could see the muscles in her back and arms ripple and the crowd made an oooh of appreciation as she pushed into her own grip and the man's head was pushed lower and he ended up being forced down onto his shoulders.
In the roll Aline had her leg hook the man's left leg and pull it up. Her arms had the right one held so now she yanked both legs way up high. His knees were at about head level and he looked like a trussed turkey. His butt wiggled out at the crowd and his head was bent sort of forward by the position of her body. His legs were up so high I winced in sympathy for the guy and I had to give him credit that at least he didn't scream out.
Then Aline flexed her arms and legs and his head pushed forward putting pressure on his neck and spine and his legs jerked even higher. "YAHHHHHHH" a loud scream echoed in the matted room and the crowd murmured approval. So much for not screaming I guess but who could blame him. He looked like her arms and legs were playing wishbone with his body. His legs were so high up it didn't look natural.
Next to me Gemini grunted. "Nice spladle."
"That has a name?" I couldn't help from exclaiming as the guy's yells drowned me out. "Listen I ain't no spectator let's get to it." With a shrug, Gemini went and edged Ms. Delisle's arm and led her to me. I couldn't help but watch the few more seconds of the torture the little pixie was putting to this big guy. To my eyes he had given long ago but the pressure didn't release for a while. Finally she let him go and she just kipped up and exploded to her feet to applause of the crowd. Her muscles were showing well and she was flushed and smiling as two other women in Virago Moderne shirts went and checked on the dude. As they did this another guy stepped up. He looked like the other guy's twin. I guess misery loves company.
Reluctantly I took my gaze away from Aline and focused on the angry face of Ms. Delisle. "A second club member has been murdered and we need to talk," I cut in quickly before she had any chance to berate me.
It was a frustrating next half hour or so as I talked to the lovely club owner. No, she had no idea what could possibly cause someone to want to kill VM members. And twenty other versions of this statement. I put up my finger when Katelyn called and told me the new vic was named Evangeline Murphy. I relayed this to Ms. Delisle.
"Poor Angie," she said and I saw a stir in the lurking Gemini. I filed that away for later. But that was an outburst compared to any other information I received. No, she did not know of any connection between Evangeline and Sharla. No, no one had ever received any threats. And sorry no I would not be able to interview members at least not on club grounds.
"Listen," I finally said. "You are stonewalling me here and its going to get someone else killed."
"I wish I had some information that could help you," the woman replied cooly and I knew I was done here. The best I could do was get a list of current and past members. At least we had something to check and see if anyone obvious popped up. I shrugged and shook my head and as I walked past Gemini I looked up at her perfect features and grunted. I didn't even wait for them as I walked out towards the front.
As I passed by the matted room I heard more cheers and couldn't resist looking in. I was surprised the guy could even walk after that spladle thing and as I peeked in he wasn't walking. He was draped across Aline's shoulders. His muscled body was so long it draped over each side of the elfin girl but her wide smile made it plain that his weight was no worry for her. He looked even worse than when I had seen him earlier and he wasn't putting up any resistance as the girl carried him around the room. The twin was shaking his head and rising from a spot on the other side of the room. Aline still looked perfect. Sweaty and super pumped but not a mark on her. The guys had obvious bruises and looked disheveled and they looked so sore you could feel it yourself. The crowd gave Aline a cheer and she bounced in time with them which finally made the guy react and cry out and I heard several I gives. But that didn't seem to end the game in this test as the girl reached up and gripped on the man's thigh and torso and brutally yanked down bending his back. His scream shook me and I started to walk out to them.
Gemini's arm yanked me back. I turned at her angrily and she looked placid and like tugging me back was not much an effort. "She knows what she is doing."
It took a level of effort I'd rather not talk about to dislodge her arm as I hissed to her. "Yeah that's what I am afraid of." As I turned back she indeed did let the man crumple off her. She simply shrugged him off her shoulders and he landed like a load of laundry with a dull thud. She placed her foot on him and struck a pose. A most hot pose I must admit but I just shook my head. She then turned and gave a come here motion with her fingers to the twin. He didn't look so sure about that and I can't say I blamed him.
She took his hands almost gently and laid back. Allowing him a full body pin on her. You could see the muscles on his body stand out as he tried to take advantage and press down and wrap his arms around her neck and shoulders and push to entangle legs. The girl moved to keep her legs free and lifted them up. I thought at first she was trying to get her legs up to grip him with them. But what she did was way more amazing. Her arms came around the dude's body and gripped. She kicked her legs and like she had before she kipped to her feet. Except this time she did it while lifting a more than 200 pound man with her. Her legs cocked back and rolled and then with a jerking explosion and loud grunt she jumped to her feet dragging the man with her. She paused only briefly on her feet as she bent the knees and exploded upwards again this time jumping with him in the air. They went up impressively and the guy let out a yell as he foresaw what was coming as she turned them in the air and when on the way down she pulled her arms out wide to get them out from under him. That made it look wildly hot like they were flying and she was the pilot as they slammed the mat in the most powerful slam I had ever seen. The man hit on his shoulders so hard it echoed in the gym and cut over the noises of the crowd. The weight of her body driving into him as well made it a devastating impact that I swear you could feel vibrate. Then it was quiet. Everyone was astounded at this amazing display of power.
She dragged herself off the twitching man's body and rose and took another pose. The guy didn't move and laid there like he had been run over by a train. The crowd found its voice and gave a cheer for the pixie goddess. They asked for more but she shook her head. "I am afraid our dear friends here are done in for today," the girl said in her accented English. The crowd booed and asked for more but she shook her head. "Let's hear it for our brave grapplers." She clapped her hands and the crowd joined in but it was plain their claps were for her and not for them. She walked over towards the exit where I was and as she got to us she turned to Gemini. "Make sure they get well rewarded," she edged her chin towards the still prone men.
"Yes, Miss," Gemini answered. The pixie gave orders to the giant? Interesting.
"Hi there handsome. Did you like the show?" It took me a second to realize Aline was talking to me as I looked down at her. She was the first person in this place I had to look down to look in the eyes. Lovely eyes. Up close her tone and muscles were even more impressive. And from a distance they had looked perfect so that was saying something. I don't think I had even seen a body that was that size yet still just emitted a feeling of power. And hotness.
"Quite impressive," I replied trying not to notice how close she was to me and how as she took each deep breath her chest kept bumping into my body. The sweat made her skin shine and the tone was immaculate everywhere. I checked. Her arms and shoulders looked like a top level athlete and her abs showed through so plainly even with the one piece leotard on that I wondered by how much she had a six pack passed. Her butt was the crowning achievement though. It stood out and pumped and flexed and as she shifted from left foot to right foot the muscles swelled and moved and etched at the sides of her glutes. She had the most pronounced Gluteus Medius I had ever seen. No wonder she could jump so high while carrying such a heavy weight.
She knew I was checking it all and smiled. The braces made me wonder again at her age. "Maybe some time you would like try?" she said and leaned towards me a bit challengingly. She was sweaty and pumped but didn't appear tired at all even though there were two men lying behind her still working to even rise from her actions. I found I was actually intimidated by a girl with braces a head shorter than me. She seemed to sense that and she licked her lips and leaned in tighter. It made me step back but she followed staying in close contact. "Not every fight has to be so.... pounding." Then she leaned in tight enough to give me one of those European double kiss things and turned away to acknowledge some of the crowd.
I roused from like a dream to find I was puffed up like I had been flexing and I was also rock hard. I am not even sure when that happened but good lord maybe this girl really was a pixie and had some sort of energy. I drove back to the station giving me time to be focused again.
Katelyn gave me a look when I came in but I just pushed straight to business to avoid any questions about whether I looked more rumpled than usual. The coroner had the report on the first body. Nothing concrete on the method, just that it was a blunt instrument delivered with tremendous force. No duh. I had seen a lot of force around that club so that was a wide pool of suspects.
The interesting part was that there was quite a cocktail in the system of the woman. Chloryl Hydrate and Succinylcholine was found. So both a drug to knock her out and then one to paralyze or at least really relax the muscles. Gave the killer some time to do that sort of damage to the body.
Katelyn stared at one of the photos. "Who'd want to do that to someone?"
"Maybe someone who got spladled too hard?" I mused quietly. Katelyn stared not knowing what I meant. "You work on this list of members and see if anything pops," I told her.
"What are you going to do?"
I held out Mitzy Rodrigues's card. "I am going on a date
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Nice update! You can really feel the tension of the investigation and how some possible motives are opening up!
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Wow, wonderful story!
I haven't read a whodunnit in decades, so I guess that adds to it. But overall, masterful work and excellent writing!
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The Alpha Murders
by Rebecca Lawe
Chapter 3 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
I wonder how rich someone is when they have just a blank card with only their name and a cell number on it. Ms. Rodrigues was happy to meet me for dinner. What can I say I am irresistible. Although why she kept calling me Hoss all the time I was going to have to figure out. I am a detective after all. I about choked when she named the place and said she had a reservation there already. A meal there would be about the same as my car payment but if I was posing as a prospective VM member I guess I couldn't recommend we go to McDonald's instead. I had just enough time to clean up and get into my actual good suit and get to the swanky place. Mitzy was already there as the maitre d - this place had a maitre d - showed me to our table. Mitzy was wearing a blue dress that showed off her body spectacularly. As she rose to give me a welcoming hug I watched how her broad shoulders and broader chest worked so well in the tight dress, showing an amount of cleavage that might be illegal in some states. It form fit so well it accentuated the curves and thickness of her body and I could have stood to lengthen the hug some but we sat down.
I was charming of course. But it was easy to talk to Mitzy. She was brash and outgoing and fun as hell. I tried to work in as much about the VM club as possible without seeming too interested in it. All I had to do was bring up my honest admiration of her body mostly to open that area up and ask about the club.
"Everywhere else I seem to hit a plateau and can't progress but since going to VM I just keep gaining. I start to wonder if there's a limit to it now," she said and flashed me a nice flexing arm that made the waiter sliding by gasp and we both chuckled at it. She talked about the combination of training and nutrition they did. Diet, yoga, weights. Rinse and repeat.
"Looking at you I am sold. How do I get in?"
She smiled and patted my hand. "They have a committee of four of the senior members and then Delisle. They decide."
"Can I bribe them, I mean grease the wheels, to get in?"
Her hand squeezed over mine. Strongly. "Those babes don't play. I suggest you say yes ma'am no ma'am a lot. The senior members don't hang around with us lower levels much, only one I ever see is Delisle. Now hush and eat your meal, Hoss." Her squeeze got right up to hurting but her smile was wide and genuine.
"Yes ma'am," I said with a wry smile and had my excellent steak.
"Oh you will go far," she said and laughed heartily which did delightful things to the top of her dress.
The meal was amazing. The company was better. I had some more questions for Ms. Delisle and now enjoyed my night with Mitzy. That was easy to do. At the end the head waiter brought the bill. Mitzy looked at him and with a sweet smile told him, "Hon the way you been staring down my dress all night maybe you better tip ME." I nearly did a spit take with my drink and he turned a bit red but she quickly patted his hand and let him know she was messing with him.
Then she turned to me and the sparkle in here eyes let me know it was my turn to be messed with. She put the check on the table between us and then put her arm on the table her hand wiggling. My eyebrows rose but wordlessly I leaned in and took her offered hand in the classic arm wrestling position. It was impossible not to watch the swell of her chest and how the sleeveless arm looked and I just decided it was just going to fire me up to really go for this. I squeezed the grip hard and tensed my arm and shoulder. I nodded at her ready.
She did a quiet 3, 2,1, go . I tensed. Flexed. FLEXED! I looked to explode my arm into it twist the wrist and lean my shoulder in hiking my chest a bit over the table. And then my hand hit the table so hard it made a loud thudding noise that made people around look to see what happened. I was slammed down firmly in second flat. Shit! I mean holy shit wow. My eyes wide. "Wow," I muttered and resigned, my other hand reached for the check. My arm throbbed from experiencing such power that I could not stop it for a second.
Her left hand reached and stopped mine and now she had both my hands pinned. "I win that means I get to choose. I got this Hoss," and she scooped up the check and left me to shake out my arm and watch her. "Now does my being able to do that make you nervous or excite you?" she asked as she stood and leaned over toward me close her cleavage showing off in front of me.
I tugged her hand down and to me and pressed it where she could feel what I thought of her display. Her eyes lit up and her smile was so genuine "You ain't seen nothing yet Hoss," as her hand gave a little pulse to what she felt.
We took her car as my POS was going to spoil the mood. Her house was of course huge and amazing. We went in and as I looked around the stadium sized front entry I whistled. "You can tour later," she said as she ducked down and suddenly I was over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes. She ran up the stairs two at a time my weight of little hindrance to her and kicked open a door and in we went. She pushed the door closed with her foot and heaved me onto the bed with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
I lied there looking up at her as she slide the straps of her dress over the shoulders. "Its not often when I find a strong guy who isn't annoyed or scared of my body when they see what I can do." As she talked the dress fell away with a skill any stripper would have been proud of. "And even rarer when that bod is a hot man I find interesting. So buckle up Hoss and get ready for a night you can brag about when you're old and gray." Her body stepped forward to the edge of the bed. Her chest stood out clearly not needing the support of a bra to stand out perfectly. Her hands on her hips she looked like a Valkyrie ready for battle and I said a light wow which made her smile so wide it made her face shine.
As she reached for my pants I blurted out. "Wait there's a few things I haven't been up front about."
She unbuckled the pants and peeled them down. "Hoss I knew you were a cop the first second I saw you. I will give you all I know that might help you find what happened.. tomorrow." she said with a flourish as she yanked down the pants. My hardon was prominently thrust against the underwear. And my prosthetic leg on the left leg below the knee jumped into view.
It was a pretty bad injury while in the army. But at least being under the knee I could usually move around and do most things without people knowing what was the pant leg was covering.
To her credit Mitzy barely blinked and instead carefully and slowly took the artificial leg off and set it carefully aside. Then she faced the bed and lifted her arms. And flexed. The biceps leapt to impressive levels and the chest pushed out like torpedos. Tight stomach and big, thick, strong legs finished the hot picture. "Hoss, I am a 58 year old woman that is twice as strong as you," she said the flexing still growing and tensing. The thick muscles now peaking, striating. "If you find that exciting I can take you on a ride you will never forget."
58! Holy crap. She didn't look within 20 years of 58. Somehow that this amazing collection of muscle and sex appeal was that old was shockingly hot to me. My hardon picked that moment to answer for me and poked out of the top of my underwear. She eyed it and made a wicked smile combined with an expression that seemed to be almost tears in her eyes as she reached down to my armpits heaved me up and banged me into the wall!
I have no idea at what point my shirt and tie and jacket went flying around the room and just recall that I was plastered to the wall as if an industrial press was holding me there. Except this particular industrial press had a 38dd chest slamming into my chest and the hottest skin you ever felt. My feet weren't really touching the ground and I gasped at the level of pressure.
I inhaled. Pushed my chest out and flexed. My pecs and arms shook and bulged in effort to relieve some of that pressure as I heard Mitzy coo at it. "That's it Hoss. Pump that lovely body up for Miss Mitzy. Flex it. Flex it so hard!" I strained and felt every muscle engage and swell. But I didn't move at all. The pressure against me just increased. The lovely chest I had been watching all night pushed into my pecs and I gasped and started to wonder if I needed to lift my hands and do a self defense move. Or a headbutt.
Mitzy seemed to sense my growing desperation and snatched my hands and pinned them to the wall. Now I was worried and almost gave that headbutt but again she was like reading my mind and leaned in and kissed my lips and pinned even my head back to the wall. The pressure on my chest grew and she sucked the air from my lips in the kiss. My arms strained but it was not working one iota. Good god she was going to kiss me til I passed out!
As my vision started to swim she pulled back and I sucked in air. Her hands slid down my now pumped up body and felt at my crotch, My hardon had lengthened and thickened in response to her amazing power and the feel of her body. Even in the pain and worry of blacking out, that part of me had only grown more excited. "One in a million Hoss," she said with a hungry look.
I reached my hands for her arms and body but she gripped my one arm at the wrist while slapping the other away. She pulled and ducked and in a flash I was up over her shoulders facing the ceiling. Mitzy chuckled and gave a moaning noise that seemed to show her own power was even turning her on. She walked around the room with me and got her hands on my leg and torso and held tight. Not bending me but making it plain she could.
"You are one gorgeous hunk of man who's probably not used to this," she talked evenly and not as if holding me was making her overly strain but she accented certain words with jerking downward pulls that arched my body in a bit of a U and forced grunts out of me. But in Mitzi's (uhhh) house we follow Mitzi's (UHHHH) rules." The bends got more pronounced and my back was really feeling it now. She continued the pulse and ease up for a bit and added in bending her knees and half squatting me back up. I was starting to think that only double my strength was underestimating the difference between us and I wondered if giving up would help or make it worse.
Her one hand migrated up higher and gripped my manhood. It was throbbing and rock erect and sticking straight up. As she felt it I felt myself do a little twitching spasm. "Why Hoss I think it might rain in here," the strong woman said with obvious glee as she gave it a squeeze combined with the deepest pull yet and my moans started to have double meaning. "You seem to like Miss Mitzi's body and what it can do." A pull and stroke had me shaking.
"I think Mitzi is the most amazing woman I have ever seen," I blurted out both meaning it and hoping a little flattery would improve my situation.
Mitzi swung me down like I was a baton instead of 214 pounds of person and slithered my body over hers until i was back on my one leg in front of her. My manhood was in full salute to her, so erect it was angled up and throbbing visibly. "It is MISS Mitzi," she said with a smile the sweat on her bod the only sign she had been working and making the pumped muscles look even better. "But a good start," she said and her hands held at my arm pits as if she was worried I would have trouble standing.
I was used to standing on one leg and balanced well even if my body was in a state. I was throbbing, aching and about to explode as she had dangerously come close to actually making it rain in her room, but my machismo still desperately wanted to try and surprise her now. People tend to think that 3/4 of a leg is not going to do anything so it comes in useful for subterfuge. I leaned in to her pumped, hot body and fought to ignore the feel of it and instead hooked my leg like it was clinging to her like a vine. My hands patted down her torso which she appeared to enjoy so my hands reached grabbed her at the hips and as my leg pressed at the back of her knee, I lifted with my hips and back and dumped her hard on the mattress with my body thumping down hard on top of her. If it had been the floor this might have been a wicked takedown - on the mattress it was just hot.
I was rewarded with a surprised gasp from Mitzy and I followed by grabbing her hands in mine and pinning them to the bed. My legs worked inside hers and tugged them apart some as I arched my back and plunged myself into her. Ok the little guy was calling a lot of the shots in my head right now but it was still effective enough to get a surprised gasp from the muscled goddess so I poured it on. My hips drove in and I used the fact that she had made me so ramrod, steely stiff to help me really drive deep and full into her ready body. That it was ready and wet and excited made me feel good.
I gripped the hands tight and rocked my body feeling her curve and impressive top against me as I drove my hips with a bit of wildness. My back was wide and pumped up and my legs flexed to put all I could manage into it and see if I could flood her with some feelings. I thrust and pumped and held tight.
I felt her grip on my hands tighten even more. For a moment I thought this meant she was reacting and then as I plunged in and arched and pressed, I then jerked to pull back up. And didn't move. She had somehow clenched inside and held me there. Oh that can't be possible can it? My back strained and butt bulged hard. My hands jerked and tried to push my upper body up while she held tight to my hands as well and kept then pinned to the bed. Pinned, but under her control.
Then the pressure grew on my trapped member. It felt amazing and then it hurt. And then it HURT! My eyes widened and I stifled a cry but my facial expressions must have shown what I was feeling as Mitzy chuckled. "Oh Hoss," she drawled. "At what point does the big strong man realize that although he thinks he has invaded the helpless woman, he is in fact surrounded by overwhelming forces?" The crush grew to the point where I finally did cry out a sharp AHHHH and it reduced.
It switched into something I can try to describe but its impossible. She started showing a muscle control to a level I had never even thought or dreamed possible. Mitzty started to flex her internal muscles so they traveled up and down my throbbing erection. It started at the base and like a musical instrument it played each note down the length squeezing it alternately to the tip and then went back the other way to the base. Then just to show it wasn't an accident she did it again.
My lips quivered and I made some sort of noises I would not even recognize as mine if played back to me and I struggled. I strruggled hard. My back convulsed so hard I pulled a muscle there. My arms and legs and butt. They all flexed to pull up. To push down. To go any direction in any way. I flexed so hard it put any workout I had ever tried to shame. But I didn't move. Oh my hips jerked and shoulders swayed. My hands remained fixed to the bed. She found it enjoyable to make it look like I was holding her down when in fact it was her holding me so tight I couldn't even budge. All the while her internal muscles were showing their virtuoso control. Squeezing up and down my throbbing erection like it was a tube of toothpaste.
I don't know if it was a facial tell or something she could sense inside but she could tell when I was about to explode and she squeezed tight and hard on the tip of my penis. I cried out as UHHHHH she forced the orgasm back into me and went back to the delicious torture. This repeated over and over. I would get to the edge where you thought no force on earth could stop the orgasm and then she did and squeezed it back into me. My noises started turning into whimpers. "Now Hoss," she said finally after I had endured who knows how long of this. "Do you believe Miss Mitzy could make you cum til she decided when it would stop and that if I wished I could destroy this lovely thing inside me." She clamped down so hard and I saw spots in front of my eyes and jerked and strained wildly. Wildly but ineffective of course. Though I did see that her body was sweating heavily and was pumped beyond pumped now so at least I was making her work. "Do you really believe?"
I nodded as I couldn't find my voice right then. The pressure went back to the up and down pulsing on me and I gasped out. "I think if Miss Mitzi wants me to cum I will cum. I think if Miss Mitzi wants me to cum twenty times I will cum twenty times, I think if Miss Mitzi wants me to never cum again I will never cum again." It all just blurted out of me like an avalanche as at that moment I really believed it. This was control beyond what i ever knew control was even possible. I was on top of this amazing woman but she had total control of every part of me and could do anything she wished with it. I stopped straining and just stared down at her now smiling face.
"I knew you were a very smart boy, Hoss." The pressure retreated and instead pressed hotly again. "And good boys get rewarded," she said. I almost cried as I felt the orgasm approaching knowing she was just going to squeeze it away again but instead I spasmed and erupted. It went on and on, surpassing anything I had ever felt in my life. AHHHHHHHH I convulsed and spasmed so hard things went dark.
I think I was only out a moment as I jerked awake and looked around. Mitzy was standing at the edge of the bed. She was toweled off and no longer sweating but still so pumped and she lifted her arms and flexed. Seeing me awake she leaned in. "Now Hoss," she said slowly and deliberately. The flexing arms and legs and chest pumped and strained in a show of shows. "You will worship this body the way it deserves to be worshipped or things might go bad for you." She had this smile and I think she was only messing with me with the threat but if my sentence was having to worship and explore that heavenly body well I wasn't going to object.
I think that I could rise off the bed surprised her as I scooped her up and she made this giggle that sounded like it came from a teenager rather than a muscle packed near 60 year old goddess and I put her on the bed. I started then on World Tour Miss Mitzy.
About two hours later I came up for air. World Tour Mitzy had explored every inch, and every spot of her amazing body. At each spot I would tell Miss Mitzy how amazing it was as I felt and rubbed, kissed and licked, fondled and even humped each part of her. Mitzy seemed to really enjoy it and cooed and moaned and writhed against the bed. She didn't rush me or tell me where to go but left it up to me. She would flex and pump each location of the Grand World Tour as I pressed and tested and felt it. She would make me guess when it was fully flexed and I was wrong every time as it got tighter and harder every time. I would move to a new area and then return to old ones again drawing moans from her.
Bicepland and Chestylvania received special attention and were popular attractions I kept coming back to but every spot was visited. I poured myself into feeling and rubbing this body that had shown me such amazing things. The legs felt like I was literally putting my head in the Lion's Den as I licked and kissed but this was my show now and she let me feel and rub. She was so pumped now from tensing and flexing for me. Letting me feel how the muscles felt relaxed and how they felt tensed. I said something about how I wished I was strong enough to feel them really working and she tsked at me letting me know she didn't want THAT sort of submission from me. I took my time and rubbed and massaged every square millimeter of her body.
I was rewarded that by the end she was squirming and hot and panting. She was sweatier than even before when she was controlling me so I guessed I did a good job. I kissed up the cute tattoo on her left hip and lifted my head up to see her. "One in a billion, Hoss." She smiled.
I am not sure at what point my body got hard again. At first I had felt like it might never get hard again such was the force of the release but somewhere in the crawling and pawing over her pumped body I was again ramrod hard. I had found the spots she liked to have felt and which areas were sensitive. I now moved over her from above. She had been so long just letting me move on her that it was easy for me to slide in and get a perfect position over her. In the army we had called this the North-South pinning combination. My later study of judo had taught me it was called the Kami-shiho-gatame. I held her arms at her sides between my knees, thighs and arms and I pressed down. She gave an intake of breath and I tensed hard half expecting my body to fly off her as she exploded out. This was a hold that was supposed to allow you to hold a stronger opponent down. But there is stronger and then there is stronger.
It felt like a volcano of muscle was rumbling under me as I pressed down. So OK, even though I was maybe 99% expecting her to move me at will, I moved forward anyway. My left hand moved under her leg and lifted her hips and legs up enough so I had access and I started to lick and suck at her. She flexed which felt so hard under me but I held the hold hard and leaned my head and shoulders enough to really get into her and moan and suck. My tongue fluttered and searched as intently as I had searched every other part of her. Her moans intensified and at some point it turned into a 69 as she noticed my rock hardness sliding against her as I flexed into the position. I licked and moaned into her and tried to maximize her reaction. If I could keep the volcano focused at this point maybe I could contain it and ride the wave
Her legs kicked down and lifted us up into a bridge and she jerked, spasmed and tightened. I picked up the pace and held on tight to ride through her reactions and lick and suck and try to draw it out as long as possible. My arms and legs corralled in and body pinned down so hard I was shaking in the effort of it. I sucked and moaned and tried to flutter my tongue to send waves and vibrations into her as added stimulation. Her body pumped even more amazingly as she arched up high and let out a loud moan. She held up in a bridge an impossibly long time as I rode it and moaned and licked and strained to stay over her. We finally crashed back to the bed and I untangled and rolled over to her.
I panted and gasped as she rolled over. She brushed my sweaty hair back and smiled. "Well that was a surprise Hoss. I haven't cum when it wasn't my own idea in a long time. Thank You."
"You are welcome Miss Mitzy," I replied. Then my wry smile kicked in and I added. "Now, why the hell do you call me Hoss?"
She laughed out loud. She snuggled in close and we joined sweat and pumped bodies. "You just look like a cowboy to me, Hoss."
I must have been deep asleep to not hear Mitzy get up and leave. She left me a handwritten note saying something about being too cute to wake up along with a cup of coffee and another longer printed out sheet. On it was a list of the Senior Commitee members of Virago Moderne with a few notes on each. It also said that Sharla Lewis and Evangeline Murphy were good friends and always did everything together. There was a handwritten note on the bottom, added after it was printed, that said. "And stay away from Aline Lelisle. She's a girl with some big problems. XO." I scanned over the note.
"Well shit." I said to myself.
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I really enjoyed the first 2 chapters of this story, but the third one was simply amazing. Incredibly erotic, memorable characters and an intriguing mystery or two woven throughout. Awesome start and I can’t wait to read more!
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Chapter 4 - Distant Replay
“Going to a funeral?” Katelyn asked as I rolled in with my suit. By the time I had gotten my prosthetic on, gotten dressed, retrieved my car and got in to work I was late but only a bit. If I wasn't so sore and achy I might have made it in on time. Katelyn looked especially hot today in a green dress that showed more cleavage than she normally did.
I ignored it and put the paper Miss Mitzy had left for me and pointed to a couple of the names. Joyce Lewin and Cheryl Murphy. “A bit odd they didn't tell us that our victims are the daughters of two of their Senior Committee.” Katelyn nodded agreement and I saw her eyes go to the little note about Aline on the bottom. “Delisle's daughter?” I asked.
“Niece,” she quickly cut in and showed me some impressive research done on the members of Virago Moderne. I guess while some of us were out getting fucked senseless, others were doing work. C'est la vie. “Her brother lives in France and sent his daughter here four years ago to live with Ms. Delisle. “ I paged through some of the paperwork. I winced as my back tweaked and Katelyn looked up. “Rough night?” she asked.
“Uh.. I think I pulled a muscle,” as Katelyn rose and walked behind me, I turned and waved a hand. “It's fine, I don't need no Mr. Miyagi tricks to keep going through the day.”
“Mr. Miyagi? How old ARE you?” she asked as she put a hand to my back the other on my shoulder and cranked back and my eyes suddenly blurred. There was a crack I hoped wasn't as bad as it sounded but when my vision cleared I had to admit it was better. “Wax on, wax off,” she said and clapped her hands together making her body tense up in spectacular ways.
“See you knew the movie too, I'm not that old,” I complained. Shaking my head to clear it of the images of Katelyn tensing up, I pressed ahead. “Anything else of interest in this stuff?”
“The victim's financials are hinky,” she said sitting back down and pulling up a computer screen. “They both had some pretty large amounts coming in that aren't accounted for by their jobs. I sent Mac to run it down.”
“Good thinking.” Mac was the Americanized name of an Iranian immigrant that worked in our financial division. If anyone could follow the money, he could. He did things with computers that were probably illegal, but he was on our side. I slid in to look at the bank statements when the phone rang and I picked it up. “Tech says they got the Lewin woman's computer open and thinks we need to take a look.”
We had the computer brought up to us and wondered why the tech wanted to stick around and watch it with us. We quickly got the answer when we saw that after the normal files and average stuff on every computer we found a directory of videos. We opened the first one and it was an introduction for a contest between Sharla Lewin and surprise, surprise Evangeline Murphy. A series of fitness tests. The first was a simple competition of pull ups. It was impressive to watch the bodies grip the bar and from a dead hang start and with good form crank out over 20 pullups each. Very few people can do that and I heard a low whistle behind me reminding me the tech guy was still there. “OK bud, we got this thanks.”
When he left I turned to Katelyn and gave my own low whistle. “Damn.” She rewarded me with a light punch to the arm. Light as in my arm was numb for a minute or so but it was worth it. The video went on to show a series of contests between the blonde and brunette gym rats. They were evenly matched and seemed highly competitive. Armwrestling was the only direct competition between them and even that split with Sharla winning left handed and Evangeline winning right handed. Hanging crunches, pushups, knee pushups, planks, trunklifts, squats, wall sit no part of the body was left out. The wall sit and squats particularly seemed like they would last forever with each woman not wanting to lose out to the other and going until total screaming, gasping failure. Their muscles got so worked up and flexed and straining it was quite frankly - amazing. The contests were intense but not mean spirited in fact each seemed to want to push the other to do more as long as they won. The women appeared friendly perhaps even partnered but with a strong desire to outdo the other at the same time.
At the end there was still not a clear winner so they announced one more test at the end of the video. But there was no video of that last event. Katelyn kept sifting through material on the computer while I got the one taken from the Murphy woman's house. It didn't have a password. Finally, someone as lax as me with their computer and I started mousing through it. “Got it,” I said and started watching.
For the last test of their competition the women somehow agreed on each finding a man they would bring to the club and fight in front of a small group of people. The spectators would decide who “controlled their man better.” Evangeline Murphy documented in video form all the preparations she made for this contest. She talked through picking the right guy, one that was well muscled and moved well but wasn't a threat with fighting skills to thwart her plans. She detailed those plans and even had video of some practice moves.
The last part was the match itself. The guy she had picked was introduced as Lee. Lee was a big specimen about 240 pounds and well put together. He had sandy brown hair and seemed an amiable guy who even agreed to be interviewed for her video. In the interview had said he knew it would be a tough battle, but he expected his size to take advantage of that one mistake, when he could pounce on Miss Murhpy and keep her down. He had never really expected to have an offer to actually compete with a woman and was curious to see what she had planned for someone of his size. Then he flexed for the camera. The smile on her face at the end made it seem like famous last words time.
They came out to the mats where I had seen Aline take on the two dudes before. Lee came out in some black trunks and bare chested with athletic shoes on. He smiled at the crowd of about 10 women who were the judges of this contest. He flexed and walked around loosening his shoulders like a boxer. He looked big and imposing but I already felt bad for the dude. Angie, as Ms. Delisle had called her, arrived in a white bikini. Her hair was in pigtails to make her look younger but the body was tight and fit head to toe. She gave a kissing motion toward Lee and he bowed. He acted like he thought this was going to be a friendly struggle and I don't think he knew that the bet was on how well she was going to handle him.
They came together and locked up and the man got an education right away of the woman's fitness as he pushed in like he figured he was going to swarm her back - but she gave ground only grudgingly. Her feet hopped and dug in and as he grunted indicating he was putting a high effort into it she took a step back. But as she went back and he followed. her arm slid under his and Angie twisted and expertly arm dragged him right to the mat with a nice thud. She didn't follow up but let him roll and get up and nod at her as he shook out his arm and back.
To his credit he didn't just try to do the same move, he shot in low this time as they came back together. For a moment I pictured Aline putting the dude in the spladle from this position. Angie responded by deftly avoiding it and snatching her leg back and pushing on Lee's back so he stumbled forward and in a shot she was behind him riding him into the mat. She took hold of both of his wrists and pulled them up sharply and put her knee into his back in a sort of modified surfboard hold. The man quickly saw how friendly this match was going to be as he cried out and his back arched sharply. His muscles flexed impressively and he strained and rocked back and forth with his legs kicking hard, but all it got him was Angie jamming her knee harder into him and yanking his arms hard like she was rowing a boat.
It became clear after a couple minutes that he could not escape from this hold. Angie let his arms go pushed the back of his head down into the floor a little as she pushed off it to stand and wait from him to rise. Lee rose slowly and looked around as if he wondered if it was over and she was instantly back on him. Angie grabbed him around the waist from behind lifted and slammed him back in an impressive suplex and held him there long enough for everyone to realize it was a pin, if pins were counted in this struggle. It was an impressive display of power to take the much bigger man down that way.
He slowly went to a knee and shook his head and blinked as Angie showed off and walked around and put her hands out to the man as if to help him up. When he didn't reach for her hands she mock pouted and walked around demurely. You could see the wheels spinning in both their heads as she figured what to do next and the man wondered what the hell was going on.
He rose and she backed up and let him move around. Finally, he started to move back in to lock up she never gave him a chance and she flew in and did a flying scissors on his waist and slapped him down hard onto his back. Her arms took his near leg and yanked it first up and then sharply to the side as her legs held and rolled him up. He screamed out and tapped in seconds and she seemed almost reluctant to let go as she looked to the watchers with a smile. She did release the hold and hopped to her feet bowing to them as he writhed around and got to his knees.
It was a sight to see the big well-muscled man so totally helpless to the beautiful, fit woman. He was waving his arms like he had enough but Angie had not and put on a show now. She took him down in an elaborate judo throw, made him tap and as she rose this time she removed his right shoe. Then she did a different move, made him tap and removed his left shoe. Two more takedowns and submissions later, he was sockless as well.
Lee tried to move off to the exit now but a shape stood in the way. Gemini. I hmphed as I watched the recording. Angie slide up behind him just pulling him down in a rear choke lock. His strength was no longer up to working her off, so he quickly jerked back and submitted yet again. As he recovered and sputtered she took down his trunks leaving him in only a jock strap. He rolled to his hands and knees as Angie stood up over him patting his shoulder almost possessively. She said something to him and he looked up and then slowly bent down and kissed her foot. Amazing how quick he had been reduced to the level of agreeing to that.
Angie wasn't done yet though, and as he kissed her foot, she lifted it up pressing it to his face. She rolled her hips and somehow moved so she was straddling Lee's broad back and seductively, like humping, she pressed him flat to the mat on his chest. She lifted her arms and ran them through her hair undoing the pigtails and also showing that she wasn't even using her arms as her legs coralled his arms and held them back, while her butt rode his back making his chest and body grind the mat hard. It was almost like the surfboard hold that she used before except her legs were what held his arms up as she rode his back and mashed him hard to the mat.
He groaned and strained uselessly and she giggled as she slapped his bottom and said something. Her feet pressed in at the sides of his face and made kissing motions to the right and left trying to get to them. Her knees pushed in making the arms constrict more and thrust her bottom making him thump the floor with a thud. As she kept the lock and he gave up and gave up, she slowly reached back with her free hands and slowly slid down his last piece of clothing and leaving him naked.
Angie rose off him and posed with her foot on his back. Lee was done in and sweaty and barely seemed able to roll over onto his back. But Angie sat him up and moved in behind him and hugged her arms around his back. She hugged him almost gently as her feet rubbed down his sides and along his naked body. He gave but she just shushed him gently into his ear as her feet worked and rubbed on him.
Slowly his manhood rose up in response to her motions and her feet latched onto it on the sides and rubbed it in her feet. He struggled and strained but she was able to hold him easily at this point and worked her feet until he finally exploded out shooting off toward the watching judges.
Then, Angie patted him on the head and whispered something into his ear and rose off him. She bowed and motioned over at Sharla that it was now her turn. It was a virtuoso performance that was going to be hard to beat.
Gemini was the one to come out and help Lee out and she even gathered his clothes and helped him get some of them back on as she led him out and Sharla moved to the center of the mat. Her opponent was not introduced as he came out. He wore white karate pants with a black belt around them. He was shirtless, and while he was nowhere near the size of Lee he was ripped and toned like a male gymnast - or maybe a blackbelt. He was around 6 foot and 190 pounds with dark hair and a cocky smile. The smile was showing now as he did some quick moves for the crowd making the punches and kicks sing in the air with their speed. As he moved I noticed a tattoo on his side. No it was more like a brand. I paused it and zoomed in. It was the Empress symbol from the Tarot deck. Don't ask why I know that. I clicked the image to continue.
Sharla came out in an orange one piece suit with cutouts along the side that made her body just look like sin walking. She was made up with her hair down and red lipstick. The suit accentuated her curves and tone and she definitely had a different approach than Evangeline. Her choice of opponent might make it hard to top the earlier, amazing performance.
Sharla played up the bombshell image and walked around in a strut and slid off high heels as she moved over and appeared to contemplate her opponent. She lifted her arms and flexed impressive arms and asked if he wanted to just give in right now. Her body arched and promised great things. His response was to bow and take a ready stance. He moved fluidly and well.
The match was actually quite impressive. The man was obviously a blackbelt and very proficient. They moved and struck and countered and used holds. She flurried out with some strikes and he blocked and fanned them away and struck back with kicks. She put him in a standing arm lock and her impressively spun and actually struck her while escaping. He put her in a headlock from the front and she bulled out lifting his legs but he managed to escape without being slammed down. It was like a tutorial of moves at an athletically high level but if the contest was who controlled their opponent better there was not much doubt here. Sharla had not scouted her opponent as well as Angie had.
In fact, It was the man who was the aggressor and chased the woman around the mat. It was her body that got slowly worn down and battered by the occasional blow getting through. Her carefully applied makeup and hair didn't look so good with the amount of sweat she now showed. After going for about 15 minutes of high level grappling, the man got the upper hand grabbing Sharla's arm as she attempted a strike, and did a complicated throw that landed her hard on her side. His body kept her arm back and her other arm was under her body. He slammed his knee into her side making her cry out, and his fist raised ready to smash down on her cheek. He obviously expected her to concede to his position as he posed there.
But the woman did not give and his hesitation proved costly. Sharla kicked a leg up between them, and with great flexibility she got it high enough to pull and topple him over to the side. On her butt, she raised a foot and heel kicked it into his side in payback. For the first time the man cried out in distress. She sat up as her leg pulled him down and she sent a wicked fist into the same spot on his side. It thumped enough to hear and the man winced obviously. Sharla quickly followed up and kneed him in the side as she sprang her body up. The man was hurting. Sharla sent a wave of blows into his side as she held him at this hips and kneed into the spot over and over. You could hear him yell out “Maitta”, which I recognized as a surrender. But she kneed a few more times anyway and forced him to roll over.
He had hesitated and she had taken advantage but everyone had seen he was that close to winning if he had chosen to press his advantage. Sharla tried to salvage it now as he lie there tending to his bruised side. She undid his black belt and put it over her shoulder and slid down his bottoms and rolled him over to see him. You could see the welt and bruise already forming on his side as his hands went to the mat to try and get up. The impressive tone of his body was on full display as he dragged himself up. The other obvious thing was that the man was amazingly well endowed. To the point, where he could have made a porn star jealous. That might be why she had chosen him in the first place for her sexy plans.
He bowed at her and she moved in and slid his blackbelt around his back and sort of danced with him ending with with the belt sliding over his growing manhood. It stood out at impressive levels. Even in the pain he was showing, his erection rose at the presence of the hot, sweaty body of the woman in orange that had forced him to cry out a surrender. She flexed and moved her body around him seductively patting his body and he was reacting. He was not fully extended yet but even at this point it was the largest I had ever seen.
Sharla ducked under him and lifted his body across her shoulders. He thrashed a bit which showed off even more that his flag was rising so noticeably above the rest of his body as he hung there looking up at the lights. She set her body, and though her arms shook and legs wobbled, she extended and lifted him fully over head and held him there. Her splendid body was showing off so well once she locked it out. Legs bulging, arms held high and chest and abs working and pulsing. In the effort to hold something as awkward as a body, he had sort of rolled so he was facing down now but she held him up high in an impressive feat and asked him to surrender again in a loud command. He nodded and called out he gave.
She stepped forward and let his body drop. She turned a bit and her hands were on top helping to slam him back down to the mat. But in the turning of his body he was now coming down chest first instead of back first and when he hit there was a blood-curdling scream! It took me a moment to realize what had happened and when I did, I oohed with him. He had landed on his semi-erect penis. He was writhing in total agony and calling out loudly. People were stirring unsure what to do and if this was part of the game or not. Sharla rolled him over and he was clutching himself and what views that could be seen appeared to show a badly bent member. Gawd, I am going to have to look up if its possible to break your penis, I thought and felt twinges of sympathy pain.
Sharla tried to keep going but he was screaming for help and asking for a damn doctor. She had lifted up his left leg to the side and was trying to dance with it and continue what she had planned, but his screams were too much. She seemed to realize there was no way she was going to win and for the first time I had ever seen, her face looked angry. She cranked the leg with her arms as her foot stepped on the side of his knee as his shrieks grew even more. She had tore up his knee, if not broken the leg entirely. I looked at Katelyn and we both got the implication immediately. Left knee pulverized. On the recording, Sharla dropped the leg and kind of threw up her hands as people rushed in, both to keep her from doing any more and to tend to the man. Someone yelled at the camera and it turned off.
We both sat quiet for a minute. Katelyn got her voice first. “Ok,” she said, her hand patting my shoulder to rouse me. “We need to find who the guys are, who were these judges in the crowd. Get them all in here for questioning. A brand like that, he should be easy to identify.”
I blinked. “Hospital probably doesn't treat too many broken dicks,” I said and we both got quiet again for a moment.
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Wow, outstanding descriptions ! Excellent !
And now we have a motive for murder.
I'm anxiously awaiting more :rock:
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This is a great murder mystery. Great work.
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The Alpha Murders
by Rebecca Lawe
Chapter 5 – Questions and Answers
It turns out you can break your penis. It was difficult to not cross your legs and wince as the doctor explained that when soft, of course, it was pretty hard spot to damage. But when rigid a hard blow can rupture the penis similar to a car tire hitting the curb too hard and tearing apart. Ouch. Try getting that picture out of your head. Surgery may be necessary to repair it.
Getting information on anyone who had this done, on the other hand, was a more difficult process. We had left the DA with trying to breakthrough the red tape to get the information on a patient who had this procedure and we moved on with our other leads. Eventually we did track down a few names and quickly narrowed it to the one that must be our guy. Katelyn went to track down the other man, Lee, from the video and to find out who had been the camera operator as I once again went back to the Virago Moderne club that seemed to be at the heart of all of this.
Gemini let me in easily enough and the only hmph I could get out of her was when I said I wanted her to come to the station to answer some questions officially. I headed back toward the offices and once again the French muscle pixie was working out.
Aline Delisle was working out on some mats. She was doing an exercise known as a Turkish Rise. It's a challenging move just as an isometric body weight exercise. But, of course, she was doing it with a kettle ball roughly about the size of a cannonball. Starting on her back, and extending the kettleball out with one hand she stretched it up high, lifting it overhead. Her arm and shoulder stood out in bold relief as she completed this. Then, extending the cannonball up more, she pushed up on the other hand into a wide stretch that made her core and bottom show off their extreme tone. Then, she slowly rolled her knee under her body making the torso stand out even more. Completing the move, she pressed off the knee and rose to her feet, still holding the kettle ball overhead in one hand. Her shoulders and traps bulged out like crazy, but her movements were still light and easy, like she was doing yoga even while extending a weight of this size. Then, she rolled back down in the same cycle of movements, only in reverse. She handed the kettle ball to her other hand and repeated. She did it so slow and controlled, and her body so focused and immaculate, it was spellbinding to watch. A large part of me wanted to walk over and see just how heavy that kettleball was but I restrained myself.
Ms. Delisle outright refused and said she'd have her lawyer call down before she answered any more questions. I beat my head on that wall for a while trying to get her to realize that people were being killed and the killer might not be done yet, but she didn't pay much attention. When I asked if she didn't care about her members, her look could have frozen water in a second, but it passed before she said anything. When she asked if she was being arrested for something, I knew it was time to move on and see if I could shake loose any information here.
The girl was still working out. She was swinging a weighted club around slowly and making her shoulders and back work magnificently. I had never used them as a workout and wondered if it was more a stretch, or muscle building, or both. I must have been staring pretty hard, because Aline stopped and set the club down on its weighted end and sauntered over to me. “After swinging that for a while, swinging your arms feel lighter than the air,” she said with a smile and did some quick shadow boxing that showed impressive form. “Is the case going well?” she asked.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised she knew I was a cop. I was probably known to everyone in the club. The niece of the owner, most of all, probably knew all about me by now so I just shrugged. “No one here seems much worried about members being killed,” I said brutally, nodding my head toward her aunt's office.
“Mon dieu,” she said clicking her tongue. “It is terrible. I know those girls were into some bad stuff but zey do not deserve to be killed from it,” she stated in an off handed manner as she toweled off.
Herr shoulders were wide but feminine and attractive. She looked like a top level swimmer and I started to wonder if there was anything this girl would not excel at. I must admit I was busy watching her towel off and it took me a beat longer than it should have to register what she had just said. I finally snapped out of it. “What bad stuff?”
“Zey,” she looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Zey, you know, fight men for money and film it and sell it.”
After a few more minutes with the gorgeous muscle girl I burst out to get back to the office. I rushed in “Lewin and Murphy were....” but Katelyn motioned with her hand at the computer. L & M Videos was up on the screen. Damn, I hate being scooped.
L & M Videos had about 20 videos up of women fighting against men in different scenarios and locations. These videos assured the watcher what they saw was real and they even interviewed the men after – usually in recovery in bed – about the experience. They also offered real life encounters with some of their “girls” and there was a link with 5 women profiled. The first two were Evangeline Murphy and Sharla Lewin. The other three were women I had not come across, but I was 99 and 3/4 % sure they were also going to be Virago Moderne members.
The most prolific among them in terms of number of videos was a 20ish woman called “Joanie” in the videos. Joanie was short and bubbly with brown hair she usually put in pig tails. Add in a little gum chewing and high socks and she was the perfect little schoolgirl. Just a schoolgirl with the body of an Olympic level gymnast. In fact, she appeared to be a gymnast with some of her moves. Most of her videos appeared to be of that genre where she would appear young and innocent until confronted and then become a sexy wildcat in her dismantling of the man. I must say it was effectively done. Her “change” from glasses and demure clothes to fighting attire was something that would make Clark Kent proud.
In one video she was in her schoolgirl persona when she was accosted by a large, muscled man. It moved predictably enough to someplace private, where she took off the glasses, put her gum on his table, and stripped down to the leopard bikini conveninetly under her clothes and tore the big man apart. It really reminded me of the match on the computer where Ms. Murphy had taken down Lee. Joanie's style was more gymnastic and bouncing around, but no less powerful and dramatic. She concentrated on her legs a lot, which was understandable given they appeared so large she must have trouble finding clothes to fit her combination of tiny waist and large thighs. Towards the end of the video, Joanie was behind the big man and scissoring him. He was noticeably bruised and messed up and she looked fresh and like she was gathering energy from the destruction. The man was either a first rate actor, or his pain and submissions were real. I was betting on the latter.
After the destruction there was an addition where the man was interviewed a week later. He winced when he moved some and indicated he was still recovering from some bruised ribs but was fine. He gushed about how amazing Joanie was. When he was asked if he would fight her again, he actually blanched white a bit and quickly said “Oh no way. I will watch her anytime but I won't try that again.” Joanie walked in then and smiled at him and he looked like he might pee in his pants. She shook his hand and told him it was great fun and she hoped he was all right as she kissed him on the cheek. The contrast of the big man and Joanie once again with the glasses and pigtails and young clothes was striking and obviously the purpose of this add on. When she hugged him she lifted him off his feet a touch which made him wince. It faded out with her flexing for the camera and reminding the watchers to send their comments and requests because you never knew who she was going to meet up with next. She was by far the most commented on grappler in the L & M stable .
We went from having nothing to having too many people to talk with. An officer came to let us know that Gemini had arrived and also a Mr. Lee Hanks was in room 2. We were still waiting on the warrants to find the name of the other male fighter from the video and now we needed to run down the rest of this L & M crew. The members of the Virago Moderne Senior Committee and Ms. Delisle Senior certainly needed to answer a few things as well. It was going to be a long day, and after a long night too. Splitting it up, Katelyn went to talk to Gemini in room 1 while I talked with Lee in the other.
Lee Hanks (no relation) looked just like the video. Big, strong and amiable. He pumped my hand in a hearty handshake and asked what it was all about. I started with asking him about his match with Evangeline at Virago Moderne. He laughed and replied “Yeah, that was a helluva thing wasn't it?” He went on to gush about how amazing that little filly is. Yes, he actually used the words little filly. Far from harboring any ill will toward her, he really seemed to have quite a crush on her. “It's really a shame she plays for the other team,” he said.
“She told you she was lesbian?”
“She is just constantly with that other babe, and sure she will use sexiness as a weapon fighting me, but she never seemed to have any desire to date me,” he said totally up front and showing no nervousness to talk about his massacre. “She was awesome. Made anything I tried to do seem like nothing. Amazing. If she worked over someone too much and is in trouble for it, I can vouch that he must have deserved it.”
He did not know even who I meant when I asked about the other man. After his fight, he said a gorgeously large, black woman took him to an office and made sure none of his injuries were serious and rubbed him down some and helped him hydrate. Gemini. When I told him Evangeline was dead, he seemed genuinely distressed. I gave him a few more questions but I had already crossed him off as a suspect, and I thanked him for his time and went to the other room to see how Katelyn was doing.
As I entered both heads turned to see who had come in. Katelyn and Gemini had their arms up in an arm wrestling position across the table and were locked in and straining. Gemini's eyes startled a bit, like she had been caught doing something wrong and then her arm slammed down! Katelyn winked over at me and growled at the big woman, “Ok, now talk.” Katelyn's sleeve was rolled up to the elbow but you could see the press of the bicep and tricep at the sleeve and the forearm snaked with veins. Her shoulders were so wide and full as she eased back on her suit jacket. Katelyn's body was the stuff of legend in the office. But the legend was usually more like Bigfoot in that no one ever actually saw fully what her body looked like. She was always well dressed and covered and gave only hints of what lie under. Even I had only seen little bits here and there in all our time together. I was always getting grilled by the other detectives on what lie under those magical jackets and suit coats. This was the most I had seen of her using her body and good lord, if she was hanging in there with Gemini, I was speechless. I was unsure if Katelyn winning was because I had walked in or not, but to even be in the ball park with that big woman was something else. I hoped my jaw wasn't hanging down and that I covered up some of my reaction to the scene.
Gemini rubbed her arm and had this bit of a smirk on her face that was probably for me as she talked. “I took the big guy, Lee something out after Angie,” she paused a bit as she said the name, “worked on him so well. Made sure he wasn]t bad hurt or like going to sue or anything. He was funny. Like he got off on what she did. I never saw the other fight. Guy's name was something off,” she snapped her fingers and looked up as if in thought. “Joad.”
“Come on no one is named Joad,” snapped Katelyn as I stood back and just watched.
“Joad, I never knew the last name,” she affirmed. “As for their L & M crap I don't know a lot about it. Lord knows I tried.” Her eyes rolled and then locked with Katelyn who stared daggers back at her and she continued. “I mean they are all rich bitches right? They don't need any money, they just do it for the kicks. That ain't supposed to be what we're about am I right?” Gemini's stare at Katelyn was rigid and fixed. Then she looked down and continued. “I kept asking if there was any work they could throw my way but Sharla thought I didn't fit their look. They wanted more the aerobics bunny type to walk in and surprise the guy I guess.”
I thought there was some contempt in the way she said Sharla's name and Katelyn must have noticed it too because she pressed her on it. I nodded, that she had this handled and slipped back outside. A while later, as I sipped a coffee, Katelyn came out to join me. She held out a pad. She told us all the names of VM Members who had done matches for L & M. Their real names, as most seemed to use an alias in their matches, which made sense I suppose.
“Hey, good work in getting all this - muscles,” I said with a smile as I patted Katelyn's arm.
Katelyn's eyes lit up and she seemed relieved I wasn't being weird about what I had witnessed in the interrogation room. She flexed the arm a bit and even through the jacket – wow.
“Watch it, or we can start arm wrestling to see who picks up the lunch tabs.”
“Ohh i think I got tendinitis or some -itis that makes me unable to do that.” I winked at her as I looked through the list and circled Joad. “A dude named Joad with a brand of a tarot sign on his side and a broken penis. How come we haven't found THIS guy yet?”
You could make a loop recording of Katelyn's laugh, and it would cheer up clinics of depressed people. “Can't be too many that fit that profile.”
Since we were still waiting for the warrant to get the medical records info on this Joad, we went to see the mothers of the victims. I said Joyce Lewin and Katelyn said we should see Cheryl Murphy first. So in true detective fashion, we rock, paper, scissored it – Cheryl Murphy it was then. Sigh, I might win one of those some day.
Cheryl Murphy lived in a big estate in the same part of town where the VM club was located. The entrance had a big iron gate but it was open when we arrived so we poked our heads in and started inside to the front of the house. A couple steps into the property a large, angry man in a black tank top and shorts came running toward us. I was reaching for my badge and was in the process of lifting it up and identifying us, when his fist, roughly the size of Colorado, slammed nto my abdomen, and I went down to one knee. Damn, that was a good blow. I gulped as it seemed every bit of my air was gone. He turned toward Katelyn but she moved faster, grabbed his arm and threw him back to the fence. And I mean threw him!. She turned her hip and did a classic judo style throw and the big man flew the 5 or 6 feet we had traveled inside the gate to slam back first into the heavy fencing. Stunned, it gave Katelyn plenty of time to move over to him, twist his arm up in a way that just looked plain painful from here, and forced his head down to the grass.
Over his cries of pain and Katelyn ordering him to stay down I heard, “What's going on here?” I turned from Katelyn's latest display to see a stunning red haired woman in a black bikini, standing hands on hips in front of me. Still on one knee, I waved my ID out in front of her. She took a second to examine it and then motioned with her shoulder. “Well, come on in then.” Katelyn looked around like she had forgotten she had a mountain in an arm lock face down on the grass, shrugged as she let go and walked in, leaving me behind.
I looked over at the big man working to his hands and knees. “Women,” I said with a grunt as I worked to my feet and followed after them.
Unfortunately, when I had arrived, Cheryl Murphy had put on a robe. I patted Katelyn lightly on the back as I sat next to her. “My hero,” I whispered and she wrinkled her nose at me in lieu of sticking her tongue out. We were with company after all. Ms. Murphy looked composed and serene in a chair across from us.
“I am sorry my masseuse did that, Detective Town,” she said smoothly. “But, you did enter unannounced after all.” Up close, there was still little sign that this was a woman old enough to have an adult daughter. Her crossed legs were past toned but not bulky. Even in the robe, there was ample evidence she was extremely well shaped and prominent up top. She seemed so polished and well spoken but there was some hint of puffiness around the eyes and you realized that this was a woman who had just lost her daughter.
“No sweat, I let my partner handle the light work,” I said as I was still getting my wind back. I heard a reaction from Katelyn, but didn't look to see if it was a laugh or a cough. “We are deeply sorry about what happened to Evangeline and are working hard to do everything we can to find out what happened.” The carefully made up public face of the woman did a nod but otherwise did not react to my statement.
When she talked she seemed to always stare directly at Katelyn and address everything to her. Even when I was the one who asked the question it was clear her answer went to Katelyn. It was infuriating and I had to repress the urge to wave my hand out in front and go “yoohoo”. Katelyn asked the woman about the video production company and the video we had seen from the club of her and Lee.
“Ah the video thing,” Ms. Murphy's expression looked like she had tasted something bad. “I did not think it was a good idea or a good use of her talents, but the young seem to crave adventure. She could ask for money any time and have all she wished but it was the idea that it was theirs I think.” She paused and looked up and tented her fingers. “As for the video , she was spectacular. I have raised my girl – had raised - to be an Alpha Woman, and she did it to perfection there.” You could just hear the capital letters in how she said Alpha Woman. “Surely this man can not be a suspect in this...business.” She rose to her feet as she said this, and her hands clenched tight.
We assured her that Lee harbored no ill will and how he seemed quite upset about her death.
“But, being a perfect Alpha Woman might at times piss...uhhh rub some people the wrong way,” I said, fishing a bit.
Ms. Murphy sat down and still did not look at me. “Being a true Alpha Woman,” she said staring straight at Katelyn, “means standing up for yourself and celebrating yourself. It means showing your gifts and hard earned abilities so they may be properly appreciated. A bully is a bully no matter of what sex, and has little to do with being an Alpha Woman. My Evangeline knew this.” Finally her eyes looked to me and squinted. “She would not have...," she paused as if the words were distasteful, "... pissed anyone off, detective.”
I sat up to counterpoint but Katelyn's arm pushed gently against my chest and held me back, “So no one you know of might have harbored ill will towards your daughter for her videos or any other adventures she might have engaged in.” It was way too political sounding a question but got to the same general point I was going to ask.
“No one I know of.” she replied evenly, again not looking at me. “The far more likely outcome of my Evangeline adventuring with anyone would be their falling in love with her. Certainly not hating her enough to do this.” and she shuddered.
We tried a few more avenues but got little information after this. When we asked about the Senior Committee of Virago Moderne she flatly refused to talk about that. Katelyn and I both felt we were done here and thanked the woman for her time and again expressed our condolences. I gave her a card to call if she had anything of assistance for us, and she took it like she was handling toxic waste. Hell, I had showered this morning.
As we left I shook my head and mumbled. Katelyn asked me what was wrong. “First rule of Virago Moderne, is no one talks about Virago Moderne. That place is spooky.” Katelyn hmphed and I wondered if she was channeling Gemini.
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The Alpha Murders
by Rebecca Lawe
Chapter 6 – A Little Crime on the Side
Joyce Lewin, on the other hand, spent most of the interview screaming at us about what the hell were we doing to find the monsters who did this to her Sharla. Of course, she had done nothing to make anyone want to kill her. That guy in the video? Hell, he knew what he had signed up for. He just had a sports injury, that happens all the time. I don't think people had THAT all the time, but you weren't going to convince this woman of that. To her, the only thing keeping her Sharla from being the next Wonder Woman - was the costume. Her husband seemed to want to add in some points but she talked over him and I wondered if we could get something if we talked to them separately.
So I asked Mr. Lewin where the restroom was and when he showed me I tried to chat him up. He knew what I was doing instantly, so much for subtlety, and gave me an angry look. "Look officer," he began and I didn't correct him and let him go on. "I know Sharla could be wild, but she wasn't bad. She got mad at that guy and felt bad about it after. She worked hard to make it up. That was why they made the video company. So they'd have rules and controls for everything going forward." He looked extremely sad for a moment, "Find who did this!"
We went for lunch after that. Katelyn offered another rock, paper, scissors for who picked the place, but I waved it off and let her choose. My stomach still hurt from getting sucker punched and I wasn't feeling in a winning mode. We were near a Vegan place I knew she loved, so I think she was taking pity on me when we pulled in for sushi instead. Sushi was not my favorite but I had learned to appreciate some of it and enjoyed my lunch.
After lunch, we split up again. Katelyn said she was going to see if she could get a line on our mysterious Joad and I was going to swing past the L & M offices to see what was happening there now that both L and M were dead. The offices were simple enough and the door was open so I went in. It was a bigger place than I had thought and it went way back with a lot of rooms that I couldn't help but wonder what sort of scenes had gone on in them.
I called out but there was no answer so I peeked in a bit deeper. Finally, I saw a figure. A nice figure. It was the girl in all the videos – Joanie. She looked different than the videos in some jean shorts and a button shirt. Something about the makeup and hair made her look a lot older but no less alluring. She smiled easily and I sensed no worry or evasion as she talked to me. Turns out that "Joanie" was her stage name and that her name was Deena Alaniz. Deena was athletic in the extreme, and with a dark tanned complexion that was very striking. She was not tall, maybe 5'4", and while her shoulders were broad and her arms left no doubt of her fitness, it was her legs that were the star of the show. In fact, her thighs were so large, that if you saw them in a photo you might think they were photomanipulated. They were hard to ignore as we talked. They seemed to bunch and explode in muscle even when just walking and moving.
We talked for a while and she was open and honest. "Come on detective," she said with a bright smile as she locked up the offices and led me outside. "We can do one of those walk and talk things like on TV, it will be cool." I shrugged and followed.
Deena was from a little town by the border, the middle of fruit central she called it with a cute giggle. Her background wasn't gymnastics but as a cheerleader. Cheerleader and three-time powerlifting state champ. "I broke 800 pounds for my three lift total when I was 15, it wasn't exactly good for my social life," she explained. "I was the only 120 pound girl in school with a 400 pound squat club shirt. And then a 500 pound one as well." Her giggle was infectious as we walked. We walked fast like she knew where she was going. And her legs powered like they had a life of their own – calves and thighs pumping and swelling with even slight exertion.
"By the time I moved to the big city for school I was ready to give up all the jockette stuff, but Vangie got me to see the benefits of embracing it." I asked that she meant Ms. Murphy and she nodded. When I asked about Ms. Lewin she smiled. "Oh, Sharla was more on the side of fuck 'em if they don't like it." She grew quiet for a while. "Not sure if that place still exists or not now – a shame - it was a kick."
I asked about the video fight and if she knew Joad but she just said she wasn't a VM member, so she wasn't there. "I owe them a lot. I can't afford a place like that. But they trained me up, I was a strong little fireplug when they got hold of me, but ohh I was a mess fighting. But that was a few black belts ago now. And while the 118 pound me was benching 135 and squatting 350 pounds, with their help, the 145 pound me is pushing a lot more." She smiled as we stopped outside a seedy bar and Deena was hiking up her shirt kind of tieing it off under her chest to show more tummy. Not that I was complaining but I asked what she was up to but she just shrugged and motioned me inside.
My eyes took a moment to change from the bright sun to the dark inside. It was an ugly club that had the definite vibe of biker. This time of day it was pretty empty. There were two guys at the bar drinking. Both were burly and wearing only a sleeveless vest and jeans. The bartender was a mountain of a man who looked like he stepped right out of central casting for what you'd expect to see in a place like this. In the back, two more vested dudes were playing pool. They all seemed to be part of the same club, gang, whatever. These two in the back were younger and less scruffy than the trio at the bar. Of course, as a body like Deena walked in they all stopped and turned and watched. I don't blame them there. She seemed to like the attention and made a little show of adjusting her top and bottom. Then, Deena squinted, looked around and her eyes settled on the guys in the back. "Darn, I was hoping for a bigger crowd," she said as she walked back towards them, her legs flexing ominously as her hips swayed so extremely you could about hear the sultry music they conjured in the mind.
She strode back comfortably, smiled and pulled out a sheaf of papers from her pocket. "Alan Franklin," She said clearly and in a commanding tone. "I have been charged with taking you into custody for violations of your parole. Please don't make this difficult, it will only lead to added charges against you." Shit, she was a bounty hunter? And what was I, backup?
The guy she talked to looked side to side like a caged animal. Being in the back of the bar there was no door that direction to run out of. But then he seemed to realize it was only a 5'4" or so girl telling him to stand down and he sneered. I started reaching for my gun but even before I could clear it out, a sharp rap on my arm numbed it. "Don't try it, cop," the bartender growled. "You can't come in here and serve papers."
I shook out my arms and turned and as I did a blur came barreling past. It was Deena, leaping over the bar parkour-style, her hand out to use the bar top like a trampoline and sending her huge legs out right into the chest of the burly bartender. In my head, it was almost like slow motion seeing those huge, thick legs hurtling straight into the big man's chest. The sound was like an explosion, as he slammed so hard back into the bar that bottles broke and he collapsed down, coughing and sputtering. She was against him facing towards me and she winked as she rose up and fired an elbow back into his chin so fiercely, that I was sure he would be missing a tooth or two when he woke up. In a flash, she rose and I again got to see those legs explode as she rose and grabbed both guys at the bar at the top of their heads. As she came back down she went below the level of the bar and yanked down and their heads bounced off the bar so firmly it made an echo. Then she exploded up leaping high, her hands still in their hair and pulling up and then back down sharply as she fell back down and slammed the heads down again even harder. From my position I could see their eyes roll.
I scanned out to see what the other two guys were doing. The one who she had identified as Alan Franklin was edging towards the exit and trying to use this time to escape. I moved to intercept. I am not exactly a speed demon with my prosthetic leg and in a suit, but I managed to tackle into the back of his legs and take him down. We tumbled to the floor hard and he turned and kicked into my shoulder hard enough to know I would feel it later. I reached and held on to the kicking leg and tug him down more firmly and closer to me. I struggled to put him into a hold to keep him still, and we ended up with my arms around him in a sleeper position as I was behind him.
From here I could see the rest of the bar. Deena had hopped up onto the bar and her legs bent and flexed impressively. Her legs were huge before, now with the exertion, they were otherworldly. Like a superhero, she leapt off the bar arms outstretched so it connected with the other guy by the pool table which sent him sprawling. As he started to rise she used the pool table to leap off into the air again and ended up sitting on his shoulders. She let loose a yell like she was having the time of her life, and then leaned forward taking him down in some remarkable flipping roll that I am sure has a wrestling name I don't know. The end result was that he hit the floor like a bag of wet cement and her legs were around his head. She propped up on her hands and her legs flexed. I mean, I had been sure they were already flexed huge, but I saw I was wrong because know they swelled noticeably beyond their starting position. The man's eyes goggled and he grabbed and pawed at the legs and in a matter of seconds, he swooned and went limp. I had never seen a scissor knockout go so quickly and I am not sure which one of us gasped more, Alan or me, as we watched.
Deena rose and tugged at the top adjusting it a bit and smiled brightly. "Thanks, detective, I knew I liked you," she said with a bright smile as she reached down and gently took the man from my hold. "Alan Franklin, I am taking you in," she repeated and though her voice was huffing and puffing you could hear the smile in it and that she thought this was great fun. He took a swing at her but she just slapped it aside almost derisively and slapped him. He swung again and she blocked it and slapped him again. Another lunge and she knocked his hands out wide and slapped with both hands so hard he jerked and wobbled. He seemed unable or unwilling to swing again and she just put her hands on her hips as if daring him to try. He sighed and put his hands out like accepting to being cuffed and taken in. She giggled and took his arm and bent it back behind his body and frog marched him out the bar. She stopped at the entrance and looked over at me. "I owe Vangie and Sharla everything," she said. "I have no idea who did that, but will do anything you ask to catch who did. Thanks for the help. I only want this guy, if you want any of the rest, they are all yours." As she talked she jerked the man's arm and he yelped and moved wherever she directed. Then out the door they went, leaving me there with four stirring bodies.
I rose and made sure my shirt was tucked in, leg in place, tie straight. I shook my head and just blinked as I went back out into the sunlight. The girl and her charge were already out of sight, and I wondered how they had disappeared so quickly. Maybe she had gone full superheroine mode and had flown off with him in tow. I retraced my steps back to my where my car was parked, still marveling at what I had witnessed and with more questions than ever. Maybe my partner had better luck.
"I didn't find a fucking thing," Katelyn said. I had not heard her curse much, so I knew how frustrated she must be. I just commiserated with her. There was a commotion out front and we went to see what it was.
Coming into our office was Miss.. uhh Ms. Rodrigues. She looked absolutely smashing in a pink bodysuit that was in a mightly struggle with her body as it moved. She did have on a black jacket over it on top. It was unzipped and open and her chest was having as big an impression on the outfit as it was on the onlookers. Even more amazing than her appearance, was that she had a man with his arm tugged in back of him in a grip that eerily looked like the way Deena had walked the dude out of the bar.
It took me a moment to recognize that it was our missing Joad! He was a little heavier, a little less clean-cut and looked like a guy down on his luck, which I suppose he was. He limped a bit as Miss...uhh as Mitzy walked him in and beamed me a ten thousand-watt smile. "Hello, detective. I heard you were looking for this man, so I convinced him to do his civic duty and report in for some questions," she said with a voice so syrupy, diabetics would have needed to take cover. Joad shrugged in struggle, but Mitzy jerked his arm and held him still. I wondered just how much convincing went on here.
Katelyn took the man and led him into the nearby interrogation room. I could hear her telling him, no he was not being charged with anything but that we had some questions as I went to Mitzy. "Hi Hoss," she said, still with that bright smile. "I wanted to get you a present, and I didn't think you were a cuff link sort of guy."
I couldn't help but smile at that one and shook my head. I leaned in and whispered, as there were at least 10 pairs of eyes watching Mitzy quite closely. "And I didn't get you anything. But, we are going to have to sit down sometime and discuss how you managed to get me this... gift, and what you know."
"Hoss," she tsked as if oddended. "You don't ask the hows and prices of a gift, you just say thank you." The smile was still present but had hardened a touch at the edges of her eyes.
"Thank you Mitzy," I whispered and patted her on the shoulder. But my eyes had hardened as well to show her I wasn't kidding.
Katelyn was already into talking with Joad as I strode in and decided to just be hard-assed and bad cop right off and see if it shook him. "You see Joad," I said as I walked in and placed my hands on the table, and leaned toward him a bit. "Sharla Lewin is dead, and no one looks as good for it as you do. The question at this point is not why you, but why NOT you?"
Joad looked at me and smiled. "She's dead?" He sat up as if stretching out to meet me. "Where do I send flowers?" It went on like that for a while. He did not hide that he was bitter and held a grudge against the woman but he also clearly said he did not do it and did not even know she was dead.
As Katelyn went over how he had came to be at that match in the first place, I answered a light rap at the door. Mac, the financial guy handed me some papers and I thanked him. I read them as I listened. Joad said he had been a member at VM for a while, but no he wasn't close to any particular members. His first lie I felt and noted it down. He had been a karate instructor and had liked how the club had improved his fitness level for that. He had really enjoyed the place, until he had the misfortune to meet Sharla Lewin that is, he had said.
I changed topic quickly to try and keep him honest and not trying to think of what to say next. "It seems that the Lewin family paid for all your medical bills after. Uhh after. Did you stay in touch?"
"Well of course they paid all the bills. The daughter ruined me – the least the old lady could do was pay for the recovery." So it was Joyce Lewin who paid. I pressed that for a while, but he quickly put on the surly but honest approach again. In the end he went with, "Look at me, Detective! I barely walk. I barely leave the house. I am not out there killing anyone."
Not feeling I was getting anywhere we started to rap up after a long discussion. I stared at some of my photo stills from the video and I thought of something. He was starting to rise when I did my best Columbo one more thing question. "Oh, I was going to ask about that brand on your side. Where'd you get that?"
For the first time in the entire interview, he looked flustered and unsure. "Oh you know how it is when you are young, tattoo night gets out of control. I don't remember where it was I got it." He tried to laugh like it was a joke but he wasn't pulling it off and his hand traveled down and rubbed over the spot where the brand would be located. He didn't even seem aware he was doing it.
"Hmmm," I answered, pretending I believed him. "Ok, it just seemed pretty new and like it was still healing when you had the fight. Must have hurt like crazy to get." He didn't answer and just shrugged so I moved on. "Say, did you date any of those VM babes? I mean the bodies there are just all so outrageous."
"No," he said simply. "I never dated anyone there." And his eyes rolled back and forth.
"Well, we will be looking into things over there and I am sure we will talk again. Thanks for your time."
After he left, Katelyn and I sat there for a moment at the table. "Well, I guess he's not going to just walk in and say I did it. We still need to tie someone to the Mickey and knockout drugs to build the case."
I agreed that finding who had the Chloryl Hydrate and Succinylcholine was going to be the big breakthrough in the case. But the last exchange was still nagging at me. “I walked in and basically told him he was a murderer and he barely blinked,” I said quietly, mostly to myself. Katelyn looked over at me with a perplexed look. “But when I asked where he got that brand and if he dated Virago Moderne members he lied to me. I am going to find out why.” I swept out of the room leaving my partner sitting there.
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Bravo. Excellent story so far. Can't wait for more!
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Interesting side chapter and growth. Looking forward to more good flow and detail. Take your time.
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This is truly great work. A murder mystery with muscle women on the side. I love it. Well written with good character description an interesting plot who could ask for or even want more. You rock! K+!
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The Alpha Murders
by Rebecca Lawe
Chapter 7 – Puzzle Pieces
I didn't really have a plan when I left the office. I was just pissed and felt like I had every time we questioned someone, I left with more questions than I had before. I needed to start crossing off some items off the list and start to make some sense out of this.
So I first toured some of the tattoo places around town. I learned a lot about how you'd get a deep brand like the photo I showed them, but none of them had done anything like that recently. When I asked if someone could do this sort of thing themselves they seemed dubious but said it could be done.
I also went to a palm reader I had met many years ago, named Mother Agnes. She had helped me several times and was always available to answer any questions I had. Agnes was a sweet dark-haired lady who looked well put together, even with the long robe on. I noticed the flash of her calves as she quickly turned to get a book to show me some information. After the few days I had been having, as I sat across from her I started to wonder if she threw off that robe was she sporting a jacked-up body that was benching 500 pounds and taking on roomfuls of bikers. I needed some rest.
Anyway. The Empress card of the tarot deck is a beautiful woman in a robe wearing a 12 starred crown. It symbolizes femininity, beauty, nurture, and nature. If it is drawn from the deck upside down it indicates dependency and a creative block. The symbol is the traditional symbol for female containing the crescent moon to indicate fertility, surrounded by a triangle that showed it was enclosed by stability and strength.
When I showed her the photo of the brand on Joad she put on some little glasses and took a good look. She leaned in and I again wondered what was under these robes. She hmmed a bit. "I can't imagine a man wanting to get this figure. I would imagine it is more likely that it was a woman who is indicating an ownership and that he is the property of her. Does that help?"
I indicated it did help a lot and sat and just chatted with her a while about what this woman might be like. She would be someone who envisions herself as this symbol of beauty and sexuality and with the strength necessary to maintain control and not be controlled. I was starting to paint a picture, a profile, in my head. The killer was most likely not Joad, but the person who got Joad to have this brand. Someone mad that her property had been damaged. The person he was not willing to name even if it made him the top suspect in two murders. As I thanked her she gave me a quick cleansing spell with some sage and said it would protect me. I was grateful and tried not to take it as a foreboding sign.
As I got in the car I had some texts from Katelyn. Seems she had been busy as well. She had talked again with the Lewins and they admitted yes of course they had paid for Joad's medical bills. But they insisted this did not mean they had any contact with this man. Just with his bank account. Also, so far no luck tracking down any connection of the drugs found in the systems of both dead women to anyone from our suspect pool. And also. Where the hell was I? Chuckle. I sent a quick text that I had a profile I wanted to go over with her in the morning and then I turned off the phone.
I thought of going to see Miss Mitzy for a few questions but I put that off, just because of how that might go right now after our last meeting. Instead, I looked up an address and went to a nice duplex near where the L & M Offices were located. I knocked and the door was answered by Deena Alaniz. She smiled as she answered the door, "Hi Detective, how can I help you?" She was wearing a grey t-shirt with red print that said "Joanie's Meat Market – La Mejor Barbacoa En El Valle" on it. Her legs were looking immense, as usual, in some shorts so brief they were basically undies. And those were her legs cold. Shit.
"That where you got the idea for your stage name?" I asked with a nod of my chin towards her shirt.
She looked down like she didn't know what I meant and then smiled even wider. "Ahh, yes it is actually. Mi Tia. Strongest woman I have ever known. But you didn't come here to ask that, unless you planted some bugs here I didn't know about," and she giggled to let me know she was teasing. She invited me in and I sat down in the nicely decorated place.
We did a bit of small talk and she asked if I needed anything and I agreed to a bottle of water and she brought it to me and it was hard to not watch her legs move. I roused myself and I asked about what sort of training Sharla and Evangeline had given her.
"Are you looking for training tips, detective? You have a great base, I am sure I could whip you into shape quickly."
I laughed and wondered how literal the word whip was being used here. "Well after what I have seen lately, I am sure doing something wrong, but no I meant more just in general. Was there anything out of the ordinary in the sort of things they showed?"
She looked confused as to what I was looking for so she started just telling some stories about how she had met Vangie as she called her and started to meet with them at her place and became friends. Friendship had led to workouts and tips. Her getting her butt tossed all over by both women led to them showing her how to fight. It was hard to believe the tornado I had watched take out four bikers in a couple seconds, was getting her butt kicked, but she assured me it had started that way. She had been close to Vangie and had learned a lot from her. She learned how to train and work and stated in the martial arts that she was now so well versed in. Now, she was so good that she was doing things like the videos and the bounty hunting because she knew that most of the world was no match for her. I believed her. "They are the ones that got me to start on my road. I have trained my butt off, or maybe a lot more butt on," her giggle gave me goosebumps, "and to fight train to where I even left them behind. I was looking forward to the next steps."
Her face looked sad for her friends and mentors and I deliberately ignored the next steps comment to ask, "Were Vangie and Sharla, a couple?"
She appeared to think about it. "They did things that were sexual a lot, but I don't think it meant they were like a partnering. Does that make sense?"
I nodded that I got the idea and hoped I didn't probe too far as I asked. "Was the sexual part something that was also a part of the training?"
She smiled, but also seemed to have a bit of a blush at the same time. It was hotly adorable. "Well yes and no," she said and she took a moment to get what she wanted to say in her head. "Being sexy and able to project sexy was a big part of preparing for the video matches and can be practiced and perfected like anything else. They both showed me some ways to make the moves look effortless and to play up the sexy angle of it. But they had said there was a lot more to learn in those areas and that I was supposed to just concentrate on the physical things and they would be there with the rest when it was time. Like they were waiting to get to some physical level first and then add in the mmmm part"
She paused and I was trying to think how to push further without offending and making her clam up. But she went on herself before I asked anything. "Vangie was a sexual athlete even better than she was a physical athlete. After all my training I think I am...was...a lot stronger than her and can fight rings around her. But if it was sensual, she could overwhelm me so much I was helpless to resist. It's hard to explain. She said she'd teach me someday. Maybe she enjoyed having one area I was still the student and she was the teacher." After that, she looked wistful and stared off into space.
I indicated I knew just what she meant and thanked her for giving such an intimate detail. It might help a lot. She didn't know or wouldn't tell me who any other sexual partners of either woman might have been. Just out of curiosity to her reaction, I showed her the photo of Joad's brand.
She kind of lit up and sat higher in the chair. "This is real?" she asked excitedly. I told her this was a real brand and she bubbled over. "One night after Vangie had made me like pass out from cumming so hard I had said something about her being the best fucker of all time." She giggled and patted my leg, caught up in the memory. I was busy trying not to picture this powerful angel reacting to pleasure so hard she was incapacitated by it.
"Vangie assured me she was low rent next to some people out there. She started to tell me about someone she called, the Empress. She said stuff about how like the Empress could like make people cum just by telling them to and all sorts of wild stories. I was never sure if I believed it."
I sat up caught up in her excitement. "What did the brand have to do with it?" I asked.
"Vangie said the Empress is supposed to have twelve branded partners. One for each star on her crown. She drew the pattern on my tummy so I remember it." Ohh again as she giggled, I had to force myself not to dwell on the picture that created in my head. "Some were her chosen apprentices and some were the... oh I don't know the word..."
"Slaves?," I inquired a bit sarcastically.
"No, silly," and she slapped my leg. "It is more... nice than that. They are her honored ones. The ones who get to be with her and the ones who are good enough to handle what she can do. I joked to Vangie to have me meet her and she said how if she could make me feel that good, that the Empress would probably kill me. Killed by cumming. I still think on that idea. I thought she was just teasing me with stories of the woman strong enough to take down anyone, and with sexual powers so strong she could make people cum with a point or get excited from across the room."
She was getting carried away now so I interjected. "Was Vangie one of the twelve?"
"She didn't have a brand, so I guess not." Duh, the girl made it sound so obvious, it showed how much she was fogging my mind with her story. For me not to realize that myself, made me blush and Deena saw it and smiled. "I never knew any of them, I didn't really think it actually existed until you showed me that," as she pointed at the picture.
"If someone hurt or made it so one of the twelve was no longer able to be with the Empress?"
"Gawd," she said. She stood up fast, as if unable to even contain the energy inside her now. "She'd totally waste that person for sure!" I nodded that I agreed and thanked her for some very helpful information. As I went to the door she came with me and put her hand on my shoulder and spun me to face her. "You think the Empress killed them!" When I didn't answer she tugged on my arm harder. "No offense, detective - I like you. But I saw you in action too and if you are going after this Empress you better bring the army with you."
I smiled at the combination of insult and compliment somehow rolled together. "I am just asking some questions. Thanks for being the most helpful person on this case so far. And I saw you in action too. Wow. If I need an army I know who to call."
She leaned up tall onto her toes and kissed my cheek, It was hard work not to try and peek at how that made those legs look. She whispered into my ear. "I went easy on those boys. If you wish to see what I can totally do, just ask me sometime."
I gasped a bit and turned into the gorgeous, vital woman. "Are you sure you aren't using some of those sexual powers on me?" I asked as a joke to cover my body's very real reactions.
"No powers," she giggled. "You just find me hot as hell." She patted me on the bottom as she slowly closed the door. "Good luck, detective."
I fell asleep going over all my notes and written musings. It quickly became a fitful dream. A body that kept changing stood in the detective's offices. It kept changing from Mitzy, to Katelyn, to Gemini, to Aline, to Deena, to Sharla, to Evangeline, to Jennifer Delisle, to Joyce Lewin, to Cheryl Murphy, and others I did not recall right off. It kept going from body to body as it moved around and laughed at all our efforts to stop them. The entire detective room was trying to stop it. This morphing creature. But it was too strong for even the combined efforts. Even gunshots were nothing. The way it happens in dreams I was suddenly down and it was over me. As I lie there unable to move under the form it whispered in some weird combination of all their voices. "Cum". I woke up soaked in both sweat and the first night time release I could remember in – oh in forever. Gawd, I needed to get hold of myself in this case. That I found all these fit, strong women alluring was getting in the way of my solving this case and I needed to get my shit together before more people got hurt.
For some reason, I felt like I needed to go work out this morning before heading in to work so I went to my gym. My gym was a hard-core weight gym that looked like someplace you might see Rocky and Mick training at. Understandably I spent more time on my upper body lifting, as I had to be more creative when training my leg. I was grunting and lifting hard almost in anger. I racked the bar and looked up and stared right into the face of Katelyn.
"Your phone is off."
Shit, I hadn't turned it back on after talking with Deena. "Just finishing here and then it's into the office." I looked over at the clock. "I will be early. I got a theory to go over."
Katelyn looked at the bar I had just put back into the collar. She gripped it with both hands and heaved it off the stand and carried it to the station next door and put it into that rack. "There, you're done. Are you closing me out on this case?" Her hips cocked and it was as angry as I had ever seen her. A couple of nearby lifters were nudging each other asking if they had just seen that. Do you know how much she just carried like that?
It took a moment to close my mouth after that feat myself. But then I matched her anger. "OK," I climbed up. "But, before we start, when were you going to tell me about your connection to Virago Moderne?"
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Wonderful story, fascinating twists!
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 8 – Profiles in Power
Katelyn sighed and looked pained, but at least she didn't get indignant and deny it. In fact, she did something odd instead. She took off her jacket and wheeled her legs around and lied back on the bench station where she had just basically tossed the weight I was lifting. Her arms showed off more than I had ever seen and her chest swelled to a mouth-watering level as she gripped the bar. Before I could even warn her that the bar had 225 pounds on it she lifted it. And kept on going!
Since the 90's, one of the tests candidates for the NFL draft get measured in is how many reps they can do with 225 pounds. What exactly it is supposed to mean if a guy only reps 20 instead of 25 I got no idea, I just know they do it. And now, so was this gorgeous woman. She hit 20 smooth, controlled reps before it even started to look difficult. The two guys working out nearby stopped and came over and were watching nearly as intently as I was. Her arms and chest pumped, and as she passed 20, she started to arch her back and huff and show the signs of straining. But up and down the weight still went. I don't know why I kept counting, but I did. She grunted and topped out at 38 reps of 225 pounds. I think she could have willed out a few more but I guess she felt she had proven her point. Since the NFL draft combine started doing this test, only a few guys have passed 40 reps and now this hot woman half the weight of most of these guys, was matching them – in her heels and skirt and without any warm-up. I just slowly shook my head. It is one thing to know someone is extremely fit and strong and it is another to see it goes way beyond anything you ever imagined.
The guys gave a little wows of appreciation and she nodded at them before she looked at me. She rolled her shoulders and stretched from the lift. She smiled as she shook out her arms. She was still covered by the button shirt but the shape and size of was showing through some and it was something amazing. She stared at me with a determined expression. It was like she was glad to finally get it out in the open. She locked eye contact with me and nodded for us to go somewhere and talk. I got up and started walking. I didn't even look back, I just went and I think I surprised her by going out the door and down a couple storefronts to a nearby coffee shop. Katelyn was right behind me and slid into a booth across from me. I motioned for two coffees as I stared at her.
“The first time we went to Virago Moderne, Jennifer Delisle called you by name. But you had not been introduced yet,” I said without preamble and to let her know how long I had known something was going on here.
Katelyn nodded slowly. “My mother believed that the only thing holding back a woman from being as good or better than any man was the chance to show it.” She paused as the waitress came by and gave us our coffees. She smiled at the waitress, but waited for her to walk away before continuing. “From the time I was 6, I got up in the morning, worked out, went to school, and worked out again. Or did some sort of practice. Martial arts. Gymnastics. Sports. I didn't even realize this wasn't normal until I started seeing how much better I was at everything than the other kids my age. It wasn't too great for my social life as I got older. I should tell you about my prom sometime.” She smiled at the memory.
I sipped the coffee and tried to steer the conversation some. “You weren't reacting to the gore of the bodies at the crime scenes, you were reacting because you knew them.” Again, I stated it as a fact and not like I was guessing. Though this time I was. But it made sense.
Katelyn nodded and her hands played with the coffee cup as she looked down. “Sharla Lewin was my best friend growing up. We hadn't seen each other in a long while, but seeing her like that.” She paused and I patted her hand. “She was also the reason I moved away.”
When I didn't respond she continued. “My mom was good friends with the rest of the Senior Committee. But I guess you could say there was a schism in the church.”
“This Alpha Woman stuff?”I asked.
Katelyn sat back and squared her shoulders. I was used to the sight this caused so I concentrated on the words. “When Cheryl Murphy says it, she means what she says. Being stronger doesn't have to include being meaner or being a bully. But Mrs. Lewin was always more of a - why do you train to fight if you are not going to fight sort of person. My moms thought some of her attitude was rubbing off on me. I thought Arizona was an overreaction but what you gonna do?”
“So you are on the Cheryl Murphy side of this schism?”
“She frowned and looked a bit angry. “I don't have a side with them.”
I made a face to indicate I wasn't so sure.
“My....” she hesitated and her eyes welled up a bit. “My dads got me to see that strength had nothing to do with how much weight you can lift and toughness had nothing to do with how many people you can beat up. My moms could lift him overhead with one arm but there's no contest who was stronger” her voice cracked as she stopped in mid sentence. “He's the reason I am a cop and want to help people.”
Someday I was going to have to get the rest of this story too, but we had things to do right now so I kept it short. “I believe you,” I said. “But you should have told me about your connection to these people at the start. Now shut up and drink your coffee, cause here's my profile.” Her eyebrows rose at the shut up comment but then she smiled, realizing I was saying nothing had changed between us.
I went on to tell Katelyn about what I had learned about the brand and the existence of the Empress. I laid out my belief that the Empress was getting revenge on the people who hurt one of her protected ones. Katelyn listened and nodded. “You really think this Empress exists?” she asked.
“Damn straight I do. Only thing I can't figure out is why the victims were drugged like that. I mean someone like the Empress would seem to favor a more, hmmm, physical approach."
“Well what happened to their heads was pretty damn physical,” Katelyn chimed in. She gulped the rest of the mug and stood. “I am going to see if I can get a line on where the killer got those drugs. If we're OK, that is?” she said and stared down at me.
I sat motionlessly and looked down at my own mug. “That was some amazing lift, you sure you can leave me alone in this neighborhood?” I looked up at her and smirked.
She rolled her eyes and punched me on the arm. Only long practice kept me from wincing. “That was a warm-up, I will show you the real stuff sometime.” Then she turned and walked off leaving me to wonder if she was kidding or not.
As I headed back to Virago Moderne to ask about The Empress, I realized I should have asked Katelyn where Ms. Delisle stood on her views about the Alpha Woman. I texted her, but didn't get an answer as I went back inside and past Gemini ever-present at her post. I knew the way to the office now and went straight back there. As I passed I saw Aline Delisle and she was, of course, working out. She had her right hand overhead and gripped onto a post in a peg board wall. Her body hung there one-handed with her legs outstretched in a hanging leg raise. She looked relaxed and even had her phone in the other hand. She was scrolling through it like it was no effort to hold this pose and that she was going to be here a while. I shook my head at the sight as I entered the office.
I should have guessed how Jennifer Delisle was going to react. Her words seemed to be all bluster though, and I would bet my poker playing license that she was bluffing and hiding her true reaction. “I guess the investigation is not going so well Detective, because this is a pure fairy tale!” she practically screamed out. I argued with her a while but when she asked. “What are you proposing, Detective, having the members line up so you can inspect them for who has this... brand?” I realized she was right and I didn't have it all thought out yet.
“Two of your members are dead. I think someone here is responsible - and you know a lot more than you are telling me.” I spun on my heel and left her there red-faced before she could retort to that. As I left, Aline was still hanging there in the exact same position. Well, she must have switched hands and this was just another set, right? I mean no one could have been hanging there like that all this time? She still looked almost bored as she hung there, but she was now sweaty and her shoulders rippled. The abs always rippled so it was hard to tell how much work the leg raises were for her but it still caught my eye. As she saw me watching, she dropped down to her feet nimbly and winked at me, and walked off towards the back. I was too pissed to stop and talk to her and went back past Gemini.
I was just starting to pull out the photo of the brand and ask the Giantess about the Empress when I saw a woman leaving. She looked Asian with long, black hair. She wore a yoga suit. Leggings and a skin-tight top in a purple, or maybe Lavender colored tie-dyed pattern. Like everyone at VM she was fit as hell and gorgeous. Walking away she was a living advertisement for yoga pants. But what had caught my eye was that her top had ridden up slightly - and damned if she didn't have a fucking Empress brand on her side! “Son of a bitch,” I muttered and I increased my speed to catch up with her.
We were about three steps outside when I tapped her arm and she spun to face me. “Excuse me, I am...” I never finished the rest as she ducked low and grabbed my arm. She spun so that her leg swept right through both of mine and I hit the pavement hard. Fuck, I muttered and sprang up to not let her get away.
But she wasn't trying to get away and was standing right there. I got a better look at her face now. She looked young, but I wouldn't have been surprised if she was closer to 30 either. Her hair was jet black and in a long ponytail trailing behind her. The workout outfit showed her body to be tight and toned, but not bulky. She had this sly smile on her face as she let me walk to her. I reached for her collar to get a grip to control her with. For once, I was taller than one of these Virago Moderne women and I must have been 60 pounds larger. The idea that I would be able to corral her with a simple grip left quickly when she got her own grip on my hands and turned them both sharply outwards. The overwhelming force put me on my knees in a flash. Her leg quickly followed as a flash of light flew through my vision. Her thigh slammed up and under my chin and sent me sprawling on the ground again.
I was shaking my head and trying to get my bearings when the woman grabbed my collar and heaved me up. I am not exaggerating when I say that. I mean she HEAVED me up and I am not sure if my feet even touched the ground as she yanked me up and slammed me into the brick facade of Virago Moderne. I blinked and cursed at myself for taking one of these women for granted and knew I should have been more ready. I took advantage of how I was hanging there and pulled back my good leg and sent it crashing into her stomach. Heel first so it made a pretty good impact.
She grunted and let me go as she staggered back and bent a bit forward. I got my footing back and tried to take quick action. I jumped the two steps between us and sent a wicked uppercut that made a cracking noise an Indiana Jones movie would have been proud of as it connected under her chin and sent her head jerking upward and back. Not down though, damn she was tough. While she was still looking up and staggering I grabbed her arm with my left hand to yank her to me as my right cocked back for another big blow.
Instead of pulling her to me, she pulled me to her! And with so much force that as she turned I once again got whipped into the brick wall. This time chest first as I managed to keep my head from hitting but I still hammered the wall with a stunning force that took some air from me. Then all my careful work to avoid hitting my head to the wall was ruined as the woman took my hair from behind and rammed my face into it. Woozy now, she looked a bit hazy as she spun me towards her. Out of reflex, I swung but she knocked my blows away with frightening ease. Her left hand jerked up and gripped me at the neck. I hit my hands at the arm but it seemed to do little to the grip as it tightened and I began to choke.
When her right hand joined the left I was in trouble. Her arms heaved and flexed and I slid up the wall until her arms were fully extended. Now it was serious trouble. She didn't look big enough to do such a powerful move. But here I was. Looking down at her as she held me up at arms length. Ok, she was using the wall to help, but damn. She didn't look more than 140, maybe 150 pounds but she was performing a power show someone 50 pounds larger would be proud of. Ok, my mind was wandering. My vision began to swim and I hit at the arms and my feet waved and kicked but I started to know the feeling of being hanged as I sputtered and gagged.
“You should not mess with things you do not understand,” she stated the voice calm and even and cultured as she held me there. I hit the arm and tried to get a single finger or thumb to bend and get free of this. My foot tried again to push her away, but she was wise to that now and moved and swayed so I didn't make much headway. When we did go off the wall a bit it only meant I got to hammer into it again when she leaned forward and slammed my back into it. My vision was narrowing and focusing in, and I knew I was seconds from darkness. From behind the woman, I could faintly see a large, well-muscled form swinging a bat with perfect form.
There was a loud crack and I fell to my knees sucking in air. As my vision came back, I saw Gemini standing there holding a baseball bat. The bat was cocked back in a nice ready position as she waited to see if the woman rose from the first hit. It was doubtful anyone would be getting up from a blow like that, but this was one of these Virago Moderne babes so I would have been doing the same thing as Gemini. I paused a moment to look at the extremely muscled body holding a perfect swing for the fences stance. I also needed the time to take some gulping breaths and be able to see clearly. It's not like I was just lollygagging and staring at her amazing body or anything. I have no idea where she got the bat from, but I was pretty damn glad she had. Her tight club shirt was hitched up a bit exposing tight abs and her chest, already so large, was thrust out as she held her stance. She looked more than ready to brain the downed woman if she moved too much. The arm muscles stood out prominently and her legs looked like Atlas would call her for training tips.
The woman was stirring, which was stunning after a blow like that. Gemini flicked her gaze to me. “Seemed you were in some trouble officer,” she said and I could almost hear the smile in it. “What do you think, officer, ready to sign me up.”
“Detective,” I croaked out correcting her. I took the still groggy woman and handcuffed her arms behind her and looked to see how badly she was hurt. “I don't know about the police force,” I answered to Gemini, “but the Yankees might be calling.”
Instead of grunting, she laughed. It was a surprisingly pleasant sound. I walked the woman to my car and sat her in the back. Gemini walked with me to make sure nothing happened. Since I was alone, I called for a unit to come and take her in. I didn't want to turn my head on this one. And right now turning my head was making me sort of dizzy. I stared at her through the window as we waited. She looked fit and obviously well trained, but how the hell did she lift me like that? All the VM members seemed to have power and abilities that bordered on superhuman.
Gemini patted my arm and I turned and blinked as I had to crane my neck to look up at her. The bat was casually over her shoulder now and I couldn't decide if she looked scary or hot. Both I guess. “You okay detective?” she asked and she seemed to actually mean it.
“Who is the Empress?” I shot back ignoring the question but I squeezed her arm to show I appreciated the concern.
“I don't know,” she said. “But I think she knows,” she added as she nodded her chin at Jennifer Delisle. She was rushing out of the building, her legs impressive in the form fitting dress. She was getting into her car and she drove off in a hurry. Maybe Gemini had a future as a cop after all.
I gave the details to the officers that came and took her in. I ignored their looks when I told them she had assaulted me and to be very careful with her. Fuck it, I told the one officer to drive my car and follow us as I rode with the woman. My head was spinning anyway so it was probably better to ride. As we drove, I tried to piss the woman off enough to answer me. Usually, that worked for me, I was good at pissing people off. She remained frustratingly quiet and never answered a thing even when I told her she was going to be in jail a while for assaulting a detective.
I let the officers take her in to be booked and put into an interrogation room as I went to the locker room to see the damage. My face looked a little like the brick pattern at the Virago Moderne. I cleaned up as best I could and it seemed like nothing was badly damaged other than my pride as I kept getting beat up lately. It seemed a daily thing. I better solve this sucker fast while I still had some parts left.
Katelyn almost ran me over coming out of the locker room to see if I was all right. It took some convincing that I was fine, I must have looked worse than I thought. We started into the interrogation room but were stopped by the woman's attorney. I didn't even know what the hell her name was yet, and she already had a lawyer here? Well, at least we learned that her name was Yuko Abramson. When I remarked that she didn't look Swedish the lawyer didn't even crack a smile. She looked me in the eye though she needed heels to do that. The look of disapproval she had on her face reminded me of most of my teachers. She informed us that Ms. Abramson would be filing charges for my assault on her but she was unavailable to answer any questions right now until she received care for her injuries.
I informed her that Ms. Abramson was being charged with assault on a police officer and attempting to flee a crime scene and whatever else I thought of. The lawyer just sneered at me unimpressed and didn't move. I glared red and moved in closer, but Katelyn grabbed me by the shoulder and edged me away.
“Maybe I do need to stick close and make sure you don't get into trouble,” she joked trying to calm me down as I was ready to scream. I wasn't in the mood to be amused and we instead stormed into the Captain's office. He had us go over what happened – several times. When he was sure he had gotten it all, he told me to go see a doctor and get checked and he would make sure Ms. Yuko Abramson was still waiting for us.
The doctor cleaned up all the wounds and put on way more bandages than necessary. Must have been a special on them this week. She said I seemed fine but warned I might still have a concussion. I bit back one of those movie one-liners about not having time to bleed or anything, because I was here, so evidently I DID have time to bleed.
Katelyn was waiting for me when I came out. She had a serious look on her face. “We got another one,” she said and I rode with her to a good-sized mansion in an expensive part of town. As we stared down at the body the pattern of damage was instantly recognizable. Knee obliterated and head flattened. This one seemed messier and the house showed signs of struggle. Even in this state, I could tell it was Jennifer Delisle.
“She knew who it was, dammit," I said.
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Really digging this muscle noir! It really draws you in with the characters, scenes, and dialog. Keep it up!
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Me too Sounder, really well written, really cool style!
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Awesome story! Can’t wait for the next chapter!
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 9 – Power Base
I was pissed. If Jennifer Delisle had just told me what she knew she'd still be here to argue with me. If I had pressed harder. I had tried to rattle her into saying something but I KNEW she was holding back and didn't take her downtown and go full bore into an interrogation. Was I intimidated by yet another woman who could probably wipe the floor with me? I hadn't slept much in a couple of days and had been beaten on regularly. I had also done some other extracurricular activities over the last few days, so I might not be as sharp as I normally was and that needed to stop now.
Speaking of extracurricular activities, I needed to talk to Mitzy Rodrigues fast. That would have been a fun idea a day ago, but now I had some uncomfortable questions and she did not seem someone who was used to being made uncomfortable.
This crime scene was a bit different than the others. The room was tossed and showed quite a struggle went on. It seemed that Ms. Delisle had the Empress over to talk and it led to this. Some things were still weird, like why if this killing was to cover her tracks then why did she leave such obvious clues that this was her work? I gave a good pep talk to the techs, telling them that this was definitely not planned like the others and there might be something left behind that could break this one wide open for us. Then, Katelyn and I went back to the office as they went to work.
Yuko Abramson had been processed and charged and we were free to talk to her when we wished. I wondered what changed from when her lawyer was trying to claim I attacked her. Turns out there was a camera at the front of Virago Moderne that showed our interaction. I winced as I saw the tape of me with my badge in one hand, reaching to get the woman's attention - and the next second being on my butt. My tailbone still felt that one. It also meant half the office had seen me getting my butt kicked, so that will be fun I am sure. I was too pissed and tired now to care, but a cop's memory is long.
I let Katelyn go see if Yuko was going to say anything other than "kiss my ass" because I saw Miss Mitzy approaching. The dress was a modest black outfit, but her body still did some pretty immodest things to it. And with the heels, I had to peek a slight touch up at her as she approached with a smile.
“Hoss, this young man said I HAD to come down here and talk to you.” The emphasis plainly put it how she felt about that.
I took her by the arm – gently – and started to lead her to a nearby room. “We need to talk Miss Rodrigues.” I felt her tense against my grip and we stopped dead and I was unable to make her go further ahead. For a second, I thought I was going to have a situation here, but then when I made eye contact, she smiled and nodded for me to lead the way.
“You look tired, Hoss. You just had to ask me to talk anytime you know.” She sat down and crossed her legs. When she crossed her legs you expected saxophone music to play. “No need for all this.”
I took a deep breath and fired in. “Miss Mitzy, are you the Empress?” I tore the bandage off on this one and went right in for shock first. I wasn't really thinking she was part of this, but I needed her to be honest, so making her mad that I thought she was a suspect might get me something useful.
You could see the different levels of things playing around in her lovely head. I called her Miss, but then I accused her of being a murderer. She seemed to almost think through the emotions. Should she be mad, laugh it off? She stared at me intently and I guess the look on my face made her decide to go with straightforward.
“Hoss, I never even knew the Empress was real. I thought it was a story we told, you know like the Cucuy. A fairy tale meant to motivate or to be used as a caution.” She edged in closer and it was sheer force of will not to look at how that played in the dress. “You telling me there IS an Empress?”
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and told her about the brand and my hypothesis and what I had learned. I also told her about Jennifer Delisle's murder. Her reaction cemented it for me. She looked shocked and a little upset, and then pissed.
“So, you think there is someone out there playing at this Empress and that she has killed three people so far? Hoss, when you find out who it is point me in the direction and you stay back for a few minutes. I will leave you a few pieces to arrest.” Her hands clenched into fists and released a few times as she talked, and the veins started to play in her forearms. “Jen and I used to make jokes about how when you did well at something, the Empress was smiling. Or to watch out - the Empress was going to come and kick your butt when you were dogging it.”
“Thanks, Miss Mitzy,” I said as I patted her hand and her smile looked more friendly again. “The Empress is also supposed to have hmm how to put this, more than just physical powers and I was wondering...”
Mitzy laughed and squeezed my hand impressively and this time when she arched up straight I did notice how amazing that pushed the dress out. “You were wondering where I learned my craft.” This smile was the devious sort, but I saw the twinkle in it as well.
“I don't think they are offering it as a class at Virago Moderne. At least I don't think so, I mean that fucking place it wouldn't half surprise me I guess.”
“Whoa Hoss,” she said with a laugh and a shake of her head. “No, no classes. But hell, it's almost by default that anyone who works to build up their body - then tries to use that body in the bed as well.” She lifted her arms back and flexed and winked. I thought she was winking at me, but then I realized she was winking at the camera that taped these sessions. Damn, she's got balls the size of watermelons. “I spent years working on this body and about as long figuring out how to use it in the bed. At first, all I could really do was make it hurt. You know someone gets all in you and then crunch.” She snapped her fingers as if crunch wasn't onomatopoeic enough. “Even that was a rush, but slowly I learned control. I even took notes and kept track of my progress and made up exercises to do specific things. A lot of work. You know sort of like how do you get to Carnegie Hall...”
“Practice,” I filled in and she pointed at me with a bingo exclamation. “Well have you ...hmm... passed on this knowledge and technique to anyone?”
She smiled widely because she got the drift of what I was asking. “I don't kiss and tell, Hoss. I might make the occasional locker room joke, but no, I have not tried to tutor anyone on how to,” she looked up at the ceiling as if searching for the right word, “how to play the flute.” She actually fucking giggled when she said that and I was unable to stifle a shiver. “If you learn any specifics on things being done or even just rumored, I can be your technical advisor on it. I won't even charge the Force for it.” She winked, but I am not sure if she was being serious now or not.
I changed the topic to hide my blush. “Anyone who has been taken in as one of the Empress's charges would probably make a big jump in their fitness or skills in a short period. Does that ring any bells?”
Mitzy looked up at the ceiling and you could see the light going off. “Yeah, I think so.” She plopped her arm down on the table, “but you got to wrassle me for it.”
“Miss Mitzy,” I said, not hiding the frustration in my voice. Seeing the look in her eye I sighed and leaned in and grabbed her hand. I didn't even try as she said go but our hands still stood there at the center.
She squeezed my hand hard enough to hurt and yanked on it so we tugged in almost nose to nose across the table. “So serious, Hoss. And you look like hell. You doing ok?” She leaned in tight and said it quietly letting me know this was just for us and not the camera.
“No one else is going to die, Miss Mitzy. I fucking guarantee it.” I whispered low, as we were so tight and close in. Right then our hands slammed down. With me on top! I was so confused it took me a second to realize she had pulled herself down, making it look like I had won. She held on to our hands yet and kept them there.
“Looks like you got me copper,” she said with a voice like a character from some 1930's gangster movie, and somehow it made me hot down inside. “Two babes that seem to have suddenly just jumped in their level are Melissa Shipley and Janet Parker. I can't say I have seen any brand on them or anything, but they might be worth a visit.” Then she leaned over and kissed me on the tip of my nose and made deep eye contact that seemed to last for days. She finally winked and let my hand go so I could move it.
As I left the room I went into the room between the two interrogation rooms that had the access to see inside each of them. The Captain was sitting there and his expression was half amusement and half what the fuck was that, so I tried to be proactive.
“How's she doing?” as I went to the window that showed Katelyn talking to Yuko Abramson.
“She's good,” he said. “Started asking her about having a Japanese first name and Swedish last name. Got her to talk and open up some, though whenever she steers towards the case she clams up. She said she got the brand as a bet.”
I hmped at that. “Let's see if I brought my clam opener,” I deadpanned and stormed out and into the next room. I slammed the door and walked right in. No more being timid, time to go for it. They stopped in mid-sentence and stared at me. I whispered, “Let's go” in Katelyn's ear and we turned to leave. “We don't need the small fish, we're after the big catch,” I said loud enough for Yuko to hear.
“Well this little fish kicked your ass all over the lot,” she said with a sneer.
I slapped the door, stopped, and turned. I checked my watch. “Please note the time, Detective,” I said to Katelyn, “Make sure we know exactly when she confessed to assaulting a police officer.” Then I turned away again as Katelyn went back and made a production out of putting a note in her book.
“Bastard,” Yuko yelled and took a step and swung at me as I turned. Out of nowhere, Katelyn's hand intercepted the punch and caught it. She just fucking caught it! I stared and blinked and I swear I could hear the crunch of the grip and the tension of muscles on both sides. Yuko gasped about at the same time I did, and then her eyes widened. She swung the other hand out of reflex and ...POP. That one got caught as well. It was like something out of a movie, I had never seen anything like that in real life. I was almost upset Katelyn had on her suit coat to not see the muscles work as she held the woman's hands in hers and then slowly pushed. Yuko slowly sank to her knees wide-eyed and lips quivering. I was starting to wonder what rules of evidence would say about anything Yuko said right now, but I was too transfixed to say anything.
I could see Yuko work and strain, but she was stuck there securely. Katelyn was stoic but you could see the vibration on her arms and her legs flexed nicely in the heels as she leaned forward and put even more pressure on it. Katelyn's calves looked like perfectly shaped diamonds as they pushed her forward. Yuko's head shook no and looked a bit pained. I started to reach for Katelyn's arm when Yuko croaked out, “Even you have no chance to stop the Empress.” Her voice was pained, but she stared defiantly up at Katelyn.
Katelyn quickly let go and turned to me, “You really need to keep me around, she would have clocked you again, partner.” She talked fast as if nothing had happened and I walked with her out of the room. When we closed the door Katelyn let out a big breath. “Well, at least she admitted there is an Empress. That's a start. I will take another crack at her later.”
I nodded dumbly and patted her on the shoulder. Damn. That was something. We sat at our desks and got a water and I told her about the two names Mitzy had given me. “Shipley and Parker. They were on the L & M list but we haven't found them yet. I guess we better send out APBs,” Katelyn said and I wondered if she had the whole file memorized already. She said she had a couple more calls on her angle on locating the drugs used on the first two victims and I decided to go see if Deena Alaniz knew where some of her fellow L & M crew might be found.
As I approached the door of the dynamic young beauty I saw the door was ajar slightly. This tended to set detective senses to tingling and I started moving crabways along the wall and unbuttoned my holster. I had my hand on the butt of the gun as I craned my ears to hear anything inside. I needn't have bothered with the effort as the sound was loud and pretty obvious. I could hear there were two women, who appeared to be giving Deena a hard time. Based on what I had seen of Deena so far, someone who could give her a hard time was someone to be wary of. I peeked in the open door to see if anything was visible. I couldn't see any of them but I could hear what sounded like arguing.
“Come on Superstar,” a voice said. “You were always the pet down there. You must have some L & M money to donate to us.” And she chuckled but in a way that was clearly not friendly.
“Damn right,” a second voice chimed in. “You always got every gig, even though we can all kick your butt. So it's only right you share some if it.”
“Bite me,” I heard Deena's voice bark back. It sounded pained, and now I pulled my gun out fully. I was willing to bet this was our missing two witnesses Shipley and Parker and I was going to be more careful this time.
“Police, freeze! I shouted at the top of my lungs and kicked the door open wide so I could come in gun pointed. Three heads turned to me – stunned. Deena was sitting on a chair and a brunette with the look of a weightlifter was behind her, hands on her shoulders. Off to the left by the kitchen table stood a redhead who looked like an even larger weightlifter. I had the drop and started to wave the gun at the redhead to corral her to approach the other two where I could keep them all in my line of sight.
Deena's eyes lit up a bit and she wheeled her legs and kicked out the legs of the brunette with a half turn on the chair and bolted herself up towards me away from her apparent captor. The brunette slammed the floor hard but she tensed her body and just exploded right back to her feet in an instant. Deena sprinted toward me, but in doing that, she made me lower my gun as she crossed between me and the suspects. I don't blame her for doing that but in the moment I screamed out to her to get down and her eyes went wide and she dove at my side but the women took advantage of that moment.
They moved in tandem like they already knew their plan for a situation like this. The brunette jumped up high at my arm and shoulder and my gun rose towards her in response. The redhead came in low at the same time and got to me a bit faster and hit into my thighs and legs. Together they swarmed me under like a particularly vicious quarterback sack and the gun went flying back somewhere in the apartment as I crashed down hard under two big bodies. In my case, I didn't get to land on a nice soft, grass field and the collision left me shaken.
The women never said a word but they moved in tandem like a well-oiled team. The redhead rolled off my legs and popped up quickly to meet the rising Deena. They faced off for a second and you could see the size difference between the muscled woman and the athletic girl. The redhead was shorter but otherwise similar to the size of Gemini in terms of muscle. Deena faked up high and spun low with those huge legs in an impressive attempt to sweep the bigger woman's legs. The woman stepped over the attempt nimbly, given her size, and delivered a chopping elbow down into the girl. Deena grunted and blinked, allowing the redhead to yank her up and then outward where she flew and slammed into a coffee table shattering it into a million pieces. The girl I had seen wipe out a barroom of bikers was slapped aside like nothing by this woman. Shit, we were in trouble.
“See little superstar, you ain't got nothing next to the big girls!” the redhead crowed as she stood over her for a moment and then turned back to us. Deena groaned and rolled over.
As this went on, I was spinning over and onto my stomach to try and rise but the brunette was with me. She was big but had more a high-level fitness model body than the outright hugeness of the redhead. She was very attractive, but right now it just looked mean as she descended on me. She clubbed a forearm on my back and I collapsed back down with an oof. I half turned and kicked out my foot. She blocked it aside without any damage but it did allow me to turn and rise. Only to be clipped right back down from behind by the redhead and I landed hard and lie there a moment collecting myself.
“I had him,” the brunette said, glee in her voice.
“I know, lover,” the redhead said. “But I never hit a cop before. I couldn't resist.“ You could almost hear the licking of her lips in the tone of the voice.
“Me either,” the brunette said and suddenly something yanked my collar up and I briefly saw the pretty face set in an evil grin and POW! The punch sent my head spinning. She held on to the collar though so I didn't fall until she delivered two more right-handed blows. Any one of these would have floored me, but three had my head swimming and my vision in a fog. I slammed back down, trying to shake off the cobwebs. I blinked up and it was hard to see her face as her chest jutted out obscuring my view. I spun sideways but before I could get up a kick slammed into my side and I rolled all the way to the wall like some soccer ball. “Maybe he has some money for us,” the woman said as she came back toward me.
The girls were chuckling now and I was hurt, sweating, and worried. I tried to see where Deena was, but I didn't need to as she had gotten up and rushed in. She did almost the same leaping two-legged slam I had watched her do before in the bar. Her legs came hurtling up in a wide arc and slammed into the redheaded woman. She gave out a grunt and slammed the wall but she did not fall. That same move had totally destroyed the bartender at the biker bar but it was just an ouchie for this woman. Goddamn!
But Deena seemed to expect this and was already moving, reaching down to the big woman's legs to lift under them and dump her down on her butt and she kept lifting the legs higher towards the woman's own shoulders, folding her up. Moving her hips Deena pulled to widen the legs and stepped between them she raised her foot and stomped it down into the woman's chest so hard I could feel the floor shake. “You were saying big woman!” Deena grunted, still on guard for any moves.
I was dizzy but needed to do more here also. I spun and looked to see if I had been knocked close to my weapon, but as I moved another kick slammed me against the wall and I was almost near the door again. My ribs and stomach ached badly and I was heaving for air. The brunette grabbed at my foot as I pushed it out at her and as she pulled the prosthetic came off and fell behind her. She chuckled as she saw it, “That's not gonna save you,” she said as she reached down and pulled me up. My hands beat at hers but she didn't seem to notice much as her right fist slammed into my jaw again two more times. I felt powerless, and I hated feeling powerless, so I growled in rage at it to work up some energy. This only made the woman laugh and lift me up to her and stare me in the eyes, making eye contact to show her total 100 % surety she had me as she sent one more overhand right fist clubbing into me. I saw bright lights and bounced off the wall and landed at her feet. “Now stay right there, I will be right back,” she said and she actually blew me a kiss and turned back to the other battle.
I blinked and used the wall to get up. My head was throbbing and I was seeing shapes all distorted, and what I heard was like it was going through pudding first. I slapped my own face, I had to get myself going. Deena still had the redhead's legs lifted high and stomped two, three, four times into the redhead's chest. The girl's huge legs looked even more pumped than usual, as one stayed rooted to the ground to be a base and the other lifted, paused, and slammed down so hard I could feel the vibrations from it over here. Those legs were killers and even this huge muscle woman was reeling from the punishment it caused. She was gasping and bouncing and looking done in. I was extremely impressed Deena could take down that monster body. But the brunette stalked back in from behind and sent a chopping blow into Deena's side that stopped her assault and sent her staggering to the side. The brunette followed and the redhead took a look over at me, and I guess she decided I wasn't a threat and followed Deena as well. The brunette kicked Deena in the side. It seemed a favorite move of hers. The redhead rose and cradling her chest and abs followed and added in her own kicks. Deena started to moan and cry out as the two women stood over her and stomped her. But, she still turned and got her big leg to kick out a snapping shot into the redhead's knee that made her bend and give out a scream. Deena seemed to save most of her aggression for the redhead, I was betting there was history there.
The redhead went down again but the brunette was still sending huge blows into Deena and even her amazing physique and powerlifter body was breaking down. It was my fault. She had the redhead down and I was the one who couldn't hold up my side of the ledger. I needed to do something. I reached around looking for my gun and I felt something. I clutched at it and uhh, it was my damn leg. Fuck it, I had been beaten on too many times to count, it was time to do some hunting. I staggered forward and managed to stand on one leg. Gripping the prosthetic with both hands, I swung the leg as the redhead lifted her head, apparently hearing me coming just in time for the club to land. WHAP, the foot smashed up under the woman's chin and lifted it and then it jerked back with a satisfying cry. This got the brunette's attention and she turned just in time for my next blow. The bulk of the leg is made of simple carbon fiber, so it is lightweight but strong. The end where the foot extends into the shoe is a heavy metal fitting. And this fitting is what slammed into the woman right at her temple. She slammed back with a cry and I swung again hitting the leg into her side. It was starting to bend and deform, but I didn't stop. I chuckled something about “it's just a scratch.” Some old Monty Python material rattled in my fogged brain due to the absurdity of hobbling on one leg and beating at someone with my other leg. It added to my rage and pain and exhaustion.
I swung a backhand at the redhead and a forehand at the brunette that sent them both sprawling. I hit both in their sides with downward chops and they were groaning and rolling around on the floor. I had surprised them and was making them pay for it now. Whenever either one moved or twitched, I hit them. I kind of giggled a bit manically as I hammered at them with the metal club over and over until it was bent and broken. “Don't ever turn your back on an opponent, it's disrespectful!” I screamed. I was reaching back for more when Deena slid behind me and held my arms back.
“I think you got it, Detective,” she said in a soothing tone.
My arms flexed but she held me back. For a moment, the way she could hold my arms back and still talk in a quiet soothing tone, really pissed me off. How far behind all these women was I? Uhh. But I quickly realized what was more important as I dropped the remains of the leg. I got my cuffs out and cuffed the redhead as she started to stir. Damn, they recovered fast from such a beating. I got Deena to find something to tie up the brunette and she came back with a jump rope. I shrugged, but I guess it was a rope at least, so we tied up the groggy woman to the chair they had Deena on earlier. She was awake but Deena was able to hold her as my body wasn't functioning so well. I called it in and got some assistance to the place before I fell over.
I looked over at Deena. “Sorry, I sort of lost it there,” I panted out as the women had recovered enough to struggle at their bonds. They gave angry stares at me but didn't say anything. I had beat them with a club until I was exhausted from it, so why did they still look better off than I did?
“You sure did - and thanks,” Deena giggled. “They busted in saying they needed to get out of town and I had to give them money. They work for this Empress?”
I nodded. “Well, not work for. But they know who she is. Don't you ladies?”
They didn't answer and I shifted and nearly fell over, but as I turned I saw Katelyn entering. Gawd, she looked good. The world was spinning a bit but I smiled a big, lopsided grin at her. My chest was heaving as I pointed at our two perps. “Look, it's Melissa Parker and Janet Shipley, or is it the other way around? I don't know which one is which, we haven't been formally introduced yet.” I bowed at the women and nearly fell again. “I am Detective Paul Town, and you are under arrest.” I wobbled and the world kind of blinked off and back on. “I am gonna sit down now,” I said, and as I sat back the world blinked again, staying dark this time.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 10 – Into the Frying Pan
I swear I was only out for a second. I swear. Well, OK, when I realized where I was, we were no longer in Deena's apartment but were down outside in front of the building. So it was along second. Lots of sirens were around and Katelyn was snapping her fingers in front of my face. Did I walk down here – god, she didn't carry me, did she?
“Fine, fine,” I said not hearing if she was asking anything. I grabbed her hand lightly to stop more snaps. Noise was not my friend right now. “I am fine,” I repeated. “Hell, I won that fight.”
My cocky smile was interrupted by a snort and when I looked off to the side I saw Melissa and Janet being led off to some waiting police cars. Well I know one of them was Melissa and one of them was Janet but I still didn't know which one was which. You think you should know these things for someone you tried so hard to beat. I was still annoyed by the fact that I felt so wobbly and beat on and they looked.. .hmm... good. So, I couldn't resist a little shot at their interruption. I said, loud enough so I knew they could hear, “They were stronger and way better fighters, but frankly they aren't the sharpest tools in the shed so keep that in mind when interrogating them, officers.” I pretended I was addressing the officers, as Katelyn chuckled and turned my chin toward her.
Wow.
”Seriously, I am going to tie a leash to you and keep you close enough to stop getting in trouble. Let's go get you checked out.”
A leash? Kinky. “OK,” I must have felt really bad to agree to see a doctor. I am not fond of doctors. “But then we are going to check out these leashes right?” I hoped my eyebrow waggle still worked and was rewarded with a frustrated grunt from Katelyn as she led me to the ambulance. I was hopping on one leg but when I asked about my leg they said it was just a pile of garbage now. Damn. I had the ones I used to work out and run in, but they weren't going to look as good in my suits. The damn fittings for those things sucked, but those are the risks you run when you use your prosthetic leg as a club to beat your enemies with.
As we drove it got quiet. “We are getting all her parts,” I said quietly, my head facing towards the window. “One of them will turn on her.” When Katelyn didn't answer I turned towards her and asked, ”So, what happened during your prom?”
I think it took her a beat to recall she had hinted there was a story to be told. She shook her head. “I tended to intimidate the boys at school.” I bit back the sarcastic reply and just watched her through the fog of my fuzzy head. “Finally a boy I thought was nice asked me, so we went. Had a great time too I thought. After the dinner and the dance, he took me to meet with some other couples at the bowling. alley. Seems he was quite good at it. He even had his ball and shoes in a bag in the car. I think he wanted to show off some. Silly teenage me didn't make that connection though and beat the pants off him with my rented shoes and alley ball.” She chuckled at the memory. “One hand holding my dress from destroying itself as the other hand rolled the ball and I still couldn't miss. We ended the night after that while the other couples went out parking somewhere. Maybe if I had thrown a few gutter balls we would have gone out there, too.”
My head was lolling some. “Just the wrong guy,” I muttered. She asked what I said and I spoke up some. “Just got to find the guy who'd be impressed with how you handle the big balls. Maybe even be excited about it.”
“Even when you say something sweet you put innuendo on it,” she laughed as we arrived at the hospital. Yeah, I needed to work on that.
I repeatedly kept saying I was fine and just a bit punch drink but the doc said I should stay at least overnight at the hospital to see if I had any serious concussion symptoms. I argued that rest was the last thing you ever got at a hospital, but I was overruled. At least I didn't let them put me in one of those silly paper gowns with your butt hanging out. Well Katelyn made me put it on but I changed out of it as soon as she was gone. I settled into what passes for sleep in a hospital – dozing between the announcements and noises and interruptions.
I am not sure how long I was asleep, but I woke up and was about to complain of another interruption when I opened my eyes and stared straight into a gorgeous shape. I had been observing a lot of amazing female shapes lately, but this one had a top that even put Miss Mitzy to shame. I felt the slight pain that told me I was receiving a shot and started to ask what I was being given when I started to feel woozy. Wow, that was fast. “Those are the biggest boobs I have ever seen up that close, and I have seen some big boobs believe me.” Some part of my brain realized that saying that out loud was a bad thing and not something I should be doing, but most of me just thought it was funny and I laughed.
The woman turned to me and chuckled also. “Shhh,” she whispered and put a delightful finger to my lips. “We are going on a little trip, Paul and you need to be a good boy.” Something about the way she said it made it seem like a good idea.
“Or we could just kill him now and be done with it,” another voice said. I hadn't even realized another person was there, and though it was an effort to turn my head, I managed to turn enough to see a huge woman dressed as a police officer. Huge. Gemini big. Maybe even more. Worse yet, as I looked up and down over that huge body, I could see the little incorrect parts of the uniform that weren't exactly right. Even as the dwindling rational part of my brain that was hanging on was going Oh shit this is bad, all that came out of my mouth was “Mrs. Bigfoot, shhh, we need to be quiet, we're going on a trip.” And then it was dark again.
When I woke up this time, I felt a bit better. Imagine that, being given a drug to knock you out and feeling better when you woke up. I guess it all depends on how bad you felt when you went under. I was more clearheaded but still super wobbly and the main thought in that head was that I was in some deep shit and needed to keep my head clear. It was sort of a Mobius strip of thought and I chuckled, so maybe I wasn't fully lucid. I looked to see where I was and as I arched I felt a tug on my wrists that told me they were tied to a hospital-style bed. I tested it and tugged my arms and the sound was more like plastic ties or a leather strap like the loony bins used. “Shit,” I hissed out loud and heard a chuckle of response.
It was Mrs. Bigfoot. She was no longer in the uniform and instead had on dark jogging pants and a tank top. Her arms rivaled those of male, Mr. Olympia contestants in size and they were probably cold. She caught me looking and gave a little tense that made the arms twitch and swell in a way that proved me right and showed how much bigger they could get if she continued. She sneered at me as she walked close. “Shh, Mrs. B,” I whispered out. “Some of us are still getting over hangovers. No loud flexing.”
The sneer only got larger. “You think you are funny, huh? And if you think this was flexing, you wait til I show you some flexing.” Somehow I didn't think she meant posing and more like crushing and lifting sort of thing. To emphasize, she lifted her right arm so she could kiss it and it did appear that the arm and the head were of pretty similar size. It made me gulp a bit.
Before I could make a snappy retort a new reply chimed in. “Leave him be. Maybe you can have some fun with him later.” I tried to turn my head to see the speaker but I managed was to see Mrs. Bigfoot leave and close a cell. There was a clink like an old movie as a cell door closed. I saw I was inside an actual old-fashioned cage with bars on it. They must have looked a long time through the Bad Guys R Us catalog to find this one.
I tested my bonds and tried to see more and think what the hell they wanted but I was stumped here. I mean I was glad they didn't just kill me but I was just not sure why. After a while I got bored. I couldn't move and when it seemed like it had been long enough to indicate they did not plan to feed or water me I started to sing a tune that popped into my head. Just to let them know I was still here.
“The World is a vampire.... Sent to drain,” I crooned out loudly and hummed the tune as I tugged at my bonds and tried to keep my mind active as I tugged harder and harder. When I got the chorus I really sold it and yelled out. “Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved. Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.” And while I did it I yanked and pulled and struggled to see if I could break loose. I had worked up a sweat.
The door opened and I saw the chesty woman from the hospital. “Do you feel you are infinitely sad, Paul? Are you worried about what is going to happen to you?” She didn't even look like she had been alive in 1995 so I was impressed she even knew the song but I had started, so now I had to keep going.
“Welllllllll! I never had to knock on wood. But I know someone who has. Which makes me wonder if I could.” I yelled it more than sang it and to her credit, the woman did not even flinch or step back as she leaned into me. Her hand enticingly patted along my torso and I used the song to keep myself occupied. “Because I am sure it isn't good. That's the impression that I get.” My voice faltered a bit as her hand traveled over me.
She smiled and leered down at me. Up close she was strikingly beautiful. She had hair that seemed red one moment and brown the next. Similarly, her eyes were such a light blue they seemed gray at times. Her skin was pale and light but on her it fit, and did not make her look sickly. On the contrary, she looked exceptionally healthy. Her chest I had already mentioned was so big it was beyond what might seem natural. A tiny waist and prominent bottom in a tight-fitting dress made it all quite an impressive package. “I am afraid I do not know that one, maybe they were a one-hit wonder.” Her smile widened and her hand patted along my lower stomach, stroking it in a manner that made me strain to not react.
“Why am I here?” I put as much disgust and anger in the tone as I could.
The woman looked surprised. “Why Paul, you were poking your nose into things and you were getting people hurt. Old Lady D got killed because you were asking stuff.” Her hand patted down a little lower and I arched and stretched my leg to turn my hips to the side. “Hmm,” she said. As much as you seemed to enjoy Nana Mitzy, I thought you would like that.”
Nana? The hottest experience of my life was with someone she called Nana? Well, ain't that a kick in the pants. I shook that thought away and snarled out instead. “You mean you had to kill a third person then.” I felt bad enough already about Jennifer Delisle's murder and didn't need this bitch saying I was to blame.
“You got it all wrong, Detective Paul,” she said with enough syrup on it to put a healthy person into a sugar coma. She put her hand on my chest and pushed with surprising strength. Why was I surprised by any of these women anymore? My torso thudded deeper into the bed as she held it there so she could stare me into my eyes. “I'm not your Empress. Sit back and let me tell you a story.” Her hand compressed so hard it made me gasp making it clear she didn't want me to move.
“CAGE! Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.” I screamed hard enough to make it echo in the room and for the first time, the woman's expression soured. She drew back her hand and slapped it across my face so hard my head bounced and I blinked at the stars.
“You are being very rude, Paul”, she said.
I laughed and spit to see if there was any blood in it as I looked up at her. “I was drugged and taken from the hospital and put in a cage and tied to a bed. You are planning to kill me. And I am the rude one.” I laughed so hard even I wondered if I was high again.
“Who said we were going to kill you?” The woman answered with a shocked look good enough for her to think of being an actress. “Oh, you mean what my associate said in the hospital room? Well, she just likes to scare you I think. And you do have quite a capacity to piss people off. But maybe you are right and we are being rude.” With that, she reached down and I heard a tearing sound as she pulled off the ties and then the other. She made it seem so easy that I was mad. “Now will you let me talk?”
I thought about bolting. But I was still only one-legged here. I thought of punching her, but honestly, I didn't expect it to dent her much. In the end, the detective in me decided to listen to the story and use it to try and make some sense out of this. I shrugged and she smiled again. She stepped back from the bed and with a flourish unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
Her skin was so light she looked typecast to be a vampire. And her body was so ripped and shredded it almost seemed a physical impossibility. She wasn't huge but was shredded incredibly. If you saw this body in a photo you would think it was not real. It was that amazing. Then she turned to me like nothing was different than a second ago and started talking.
”Once there were two girls. One was gorgeous and the other one had a chest the size of Alaska since she was 13.” I raised my eyebrows as I was surprised when she didn't describe herself as the gorgeous one. She sensed I was going to talk and did that hot putting her finger on my lips to stay quiet again as she continued.
“We both got a lot of attention for our looks and both of us could care less about that, so we became friends. Wanting to take control of all this attention our bodies got we worked to make those bodies fit. The gorgeous one knew some training techniques and she shared and both progressed rapidly. Soon, the biggest guy at school wasn't as strong as either girl. The feeling of being strong, the power got a bit intoxicating and the desire for more was strong. They took martial arts classes but were better than the instructor quickly. The only close match for either girl was the other.”
I noticed the change to first person leaving no doubt she was talking about herself. Her hand rubbed over my sweaty torso and patted and I was twitching some even as I fought to remain on alert. I kept staring up and down her ripped body and the chest that defied gravity. It was like a sculpture of muscles as every group perfectly showed. She cleared her throat and smiled as she had seen my attention wandering.
“Being competitive by nature, both girls tried to find an area where they could outdo the other. The gorgeous girl found - stumbled on to some techniques for giving bodies pleasure and worked on perfecting those techniques. Soon, her touch and movements could create feelings in any body she touched. The big-busted girl worked on her mind. Soon, she quickly went past mere visualization techniques and was employing mind-body connection activities of Buddhist Monks.”
A lot to unpack there. Stumbled on? Mind-body connection? I looked up at her and furrowed my brow. “So you're saying...”
She stopped me. “Detective. I have not lifted a weight in over a year. But in my head, I break world records daily and my body has built to that level.” She lightly took my hands and placed them on her right bicep. She invited me to take a grip and then she flexed. “Hold on tight... if you can,” and she winked.
“The mind has always been stronger than the body. In my mind I can work out, longer, harder and past where my body would normally give out. Thus, my body has gone further.” And she flexed. The impressive arm leaped in my grip and I was soon struggling to hold the muscle as it swelled. I was impressed - it was quite a level of pump from cold to flexed. I nodded and then squeezed hard on the arm to show I was wowed. It was the size of a competitive fitness model.
And then it flexed more! My hands started to separate as the muscle bulged further and pushed them apart. I grunted and strained and tried to contain it. I even stopped staring at her chest and worked solely on the bicep. It was approaching competitive bodybuilder size. I was stunned that a body part could enlarge so much.
And then it flexed more!! My hands were spread apart now and were just passengers on the arm. I held on to them but the arm was giving them a ride and my fingers on the bicep and the ones on the tricep were moving away from each other. I gasped and strained until I was pumped myself in the effort. The bicep now left any female bodybuilder I had ever seen behind and was showing perfect shape even as it grew to gigantic proportions.
And then it flexed more!!! The arm I had thought was so huge somehow grew even more into the largest female bicep I had ever witnessed. It was so thick and tight and well-shaped. I was straining and fighting it but my fingers were not even noticeable to it anymore as it shaped and flexed in any way it desired.
And then it flexed more!!!! The woman turned her wrist inward and the bicep leapt into a ball and shaped and popped. The two heads of the muscle striated and bulged separately. The tricep hardened and pushed my hands like butter. Male bodybuilders would be envious of this muscle and its hardness was beyond what I had even thought was possible.
Her voice now was syrupy and seductive but it didn't show signs of strain. “She...I studied the mental and meditative techniques of the Shaolin and Tibetan Buddhists. I applied it to working out. In my mental workouts, there is no risk of a bar falling on you so I work at impossible weights until I lift them. And then I lift more.” I would have thought she was full of it if I wasn't hanging here almost doing a pull-up on her bicep as it continued to swell and shape and harden. “I'd give you the full show but I am afraid you'd pop a gasket,” she giggled.
“Amazing,” I whispered as I let go and sat back on the bed. I wasn't sure if she was kidding me or not that there was even more to it, but at this point, I had to believe what she said. I stared in awe as her arm was so large, so thick, so defined. The contrast from where it had started still seemed impossible and I had watched it happen.
“My name is Anya Decker, and I am the only one who can stop her, detective.”
“Well that's a problem, Ms. Decker,” I said as I tried to gather myself after this display. “Because I am the detective and you...” I paused.
She sighed and loomed over me again and stared me in the eyes. Her hands were on my shoulders but only lightly and as I stared at her. I got suddenly hard. No, this was beyond that. I was still clothed but I was certain that at that moment my erection was engorged to a level impossible for it. I am decently sized but what was straining at my shorts now was something a porn star would be jealous of. It throbbed and my shorts were starting to tear. The pressure on it rose and in a second I was going to...
And then it stopped. I took a gasp and blinked hard panting and shivering. “Was it...is it hypnosis or something?”
“If you want to call it that,” Anya said. “My will pushed into yours and told your body what to do. The difference between me doing it and the Empress,” she spat out the word like it was distasteful. “Is that I stopped. She has become too into her own power and won't stop anymore. I have to stop her. That she even dares to call herself the Empress shows how far gone she is.”
“I have to stop her,” I said with some steel behind it.
Anya smiled and patted me on the chest easing me back onto the bed. “You got Jennifer Delisle killed. They won't turn on her, she has them controlled. I need to take care of this without more loss of life.” Before I could reply she left and the bars of the cage clanked shut.
I yelled in anger but no one answered or showed they even heard it. After a while, I quieted. The problem with being alone in a dark cell, was time seemed to have little meaning. I am unsure how long I was there when Mrs. Bigfoot came down and brought me some food and drink. I guess that was a
good sign that I was going to be around for a while longer, anyway. As I ate, Mrs. Bigfoot worked out in the corner of the room. At least I think she was. She grunted and breathed like doing a big workout. That she did it without ever leaving a chair would have been weird to me a few hours ago. Her already huge body got pumped and worked so I got further proof this mind workout actually did something. As I watched and finished my meal I quipped, “Can I work in for a set?”
She surprised me by laughing, but her look was more of a sneer. “You can't lift the kiddy weights in this gym sweetheart. Let the big girls take care of it. You made a mess, let Ms. Anya clean it up.”
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“Fuck you,” I growled, dropping my empty plate to the floor.
The door clanked open quickly, and for someone her size, she moved with stunning speed. I thought I was in trouble for a second as she grabbed me by the collar and snatched me into the air like a damn bug. She pressed me overhead with about as much trouble as I would have with a 50-pound weight. I had visions of being smashed back to the hard floor or the cell wall but she simply carried me to a bathroom and dumped me inside. The door locked with a click as she closed the door. I looked around, cinder walls, no window. I sighed and cleaned up and did my business and knocked when I was done. The door flew open in a shot and again I gasped at the speed as she rushed in like a charging linebacker. I backed up and in flash, she again lifted and carried me back to the cell. I wasn't slammed down, but it wasn't exactly a feathery landing either. As the cell locked again, she let out a deep, throaty laugh. “Good boy. Now rest and relax.”
Gawd, talk about shock and awe, I hadn't even been able to try and escape. What had I gotten myself into? This just kept getting weirder and weirder.
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Terrific installment !
I have no idea where this story is headed now, its great!
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Actually, I think this is part 2 already written over here:
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=654476.0
titled "The Program - Month 5"
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This is perhaps one of the best stories I’ve read in a while. Not even Fem story like straight up any story. The suspense is killing me.
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Happy holidays, hope to see more when you had fun.
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The Alpha Murders
Part 11 – Katelyn's Day
“What the hell do you mean, he just disappeared? He has one leg and is so badly concussed he can barely see straight? What the hell kind of place do you people run here?” I knew I was shouting and arching up tall. This made my chest jut out so much it looked like it was going to hammer into you. I was wearing my normal no nonsense skirt, flats (I am damn tall enough without heels) and a white button shirt. When I arched, the shirt was in danger. It usually ended up scaring the normal people. These people needed to be scared. A police detective doesn't just disappear from his hospital room!
“Calm down detective,” the man was saying his hands outstretched to me in a placating manner. I forget his name. The head of security at the hospital. He looked equal parts aroused by and scared of me. What a joke. I brushed past him and started giving orders. I intended to just brush him with my shoulder in a power move, but I guess I connected too well and he nearly fell as I went past. The tech guy was competent so I went directly to him. He only looked aroused and not nervous at all. That I could deal with. I asked to see every camera the place had so we could see who came in and out of here. We needed to find him quickly. Before... Shit, Paul you really stepped in it this time.
The tapes at the hospital were about what you expected them to be. Crap. Finally, on one camera there was a quick blurred shot of a woman walking past. She was followed quickly by a second woman carrying a bundle over her shoulder. That had to be him. The way the big woman carried the weight indicated she was probably a Virago member. There were no good shots of the big woman, the bundle on her back obscured her features. The one in front was chesty to the point of caricature. It wasn't a good shot, but maybe with a shape like that she would be noticeable. The camera was grainy and terrible, but it at least caught a profile and gave me something to send in as an APB. Could she be this Empress? Was Paul right and she was putting an end to his investigation. Shit. Not as long as I am around.
I printed out the best shot I could get and swept out leaving the idiot Chief of Security in my wake and went directly to Virago Moderne. I was pissed and I know I was not thinking real well, but when Gemini tried to slow me down at the door I – reacted. I lunged in to her and slammed her back to the wall. She is a big woman. More than big even. I am a force of nature. Even someone as impressive as Gemini was not going to be able to slow me down much. My forearm pressed up under her chin and held her there securely as I held out the photo with the other hand. I yelled out asking who this was and is she a member here. I pushed in so hard my body crushed in on hers and she was sputtering unable to really respond. It felt good to push so hard against a body I knew could take it. So I did. Her body was impressive in its struggles. All her muscles so swollen and pronounced and swelling ever larger. I held them plastered to the wall with a hand to spare. It felt good not to hide what this body can do.
I started to growl out another question when I felt a hand on my arm. I spun angrily right into Nana Mitzy. Her familiar busty shape was tensed and alert. She stared at the photo and then at me. She made a come with me gesture with her head and I let go and left Gemini there to recover and be mad at me. Mitzy went to Jennifer's office and sat down, but not behind the desk I noticed. I slumped in the chair next to her. Without speaking, she took the surveillance photos and looked them over.
“Her I don't know, probably just a flunkie,” she said plopping down the photo of the giantess carrying Paul over her shoulder. She spoke quietly and without her normal flair and energy. This shape is unmistakable, even with this terrible a photo. It's Anya Decker. I didn't know she was even in the states. She had been gone somewhere for quite a while.”
“Decker?” I asked, the wheels turning. “So she's the daughter of...
Miss Mitzy's hand compressed on my forearm and stopped me. I flexed against it, but the old trainer still had quite a formidable grip. “Yes, she's the daughter of this place's last fuck-up and how involved she is with this fuck-up I don't know.” She stood up so fast I jerked in reflex. “Come with me, there are some things you need to know.”
I shrugged and went with Nana Mitzy. She had always been sweet and kind even when she put us kids through workouts that left you crying. Of course, it was the others crying and me asking for more, but it doesn't change that Mitzy was one of the good ones. We didn't talk a lot as we drove to her lovely home. I knew it well. As we drove, I called in and gave a description to a dubious officer of one Anya Decker for an APB. I could only imagine what the officers would do with this description. Stake out all the strip joints and breast enhancement clinics? As we pulled into Mitzy's driveway, she looked over at me and said, “I always thought it was your destiny to run this place,” she paused as I must have shown I was going to interrupt. “I always admired your choice and am proud of what you are today.”
When we got out of the car I went around and hugged her tight. I crushed it hard knowing I did not need to hold back much with this amazing body. I pulled her up to her heels in thanks and then we went inside. Once seated she continued. “Since you left young, you never found out about my other area of expertise...”
“You mean the sex stuff? Yeah, stories got around.” I said to her surprised expression. “What's that got to do with the case.”
“The other night Paul was here.” I squirmed a bit uncomfortably, and she continued. “He was cute, thinking he was pumping me for information when I had him pegged as a cop the first time I saw him. He was charming and fun. He was quite something and he really has a thing for muscle, so I brought him back here and used ...certain techniques that I have and really wowed him with them. He was superb and impressive himself, but what I do is hard to keep up with. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that one. Once he told me about this Empress, I began to worry that the old stories we used to tell all you kids stuck with some of you too much. Or at least with someone. Someone who I think is using some of these techniques,” now Mitzy paused and seemed to have trouble getting the words out. “I think this Empress has somehow been using my techniques to help control and create her followers,” she got out finally.
I sat quiet for a moment. Paul really had a thing for muscle? Well, shit. Nana Mitzy put the moves on him and he liked it? Well, she is a stunner that's for sure. But Nana Mitzy? Then the other parts of what she said registered on me and I began to pepper her with questions of who would know her techniques. Did she teach them to anyone?
“No, I never thought anyone was ready for it yet. You would have been a good candidate as someone who could use it wisely, but you were too young when you moved.”
“Do you keep any records or I don't know, instructions,” I asked.
Nana Mitzy jumped up as if just thinking of something and went to another room. I heard her rummaging and then some curse words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckity fuck.” Nana Mitzy always had a real gift for cursing. She came back holding some well worn journals. I had never seen her upset before. Her body language was some combination of defeated and pissed. “There are parts missing. It was only supposed to be for me. Journals of my discoveries of what worked and what didn't. Pictures and directions. It showed how I do..what I do. I never intended....” Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to calm. “Anya used to be here all the time, practically lived here after her mom died. There was a little pack of them too that followed her like a puppy, it could have been any one of them that took my....” I patted her arm and got the names and thanked her. One name sure stood out here, and I needed to check it out. I told her none of this was her fault and I hugged her so tightly that I heard her gasp some from it before I eased up.
Nana Mitzy was getting her breath back which made her chest do some impressive gymnastics. “Even with your power, I could do things that would make you lose total control and beg me, young lady.” Nana Mitzy said, a bit of that devilish smile flashing on her beautiful face. “When this is over, come by and I will be your trainer one more time.”
I smiled and my hand clapped on her shoulder. “We will see who trains who, old lady,” and I made my eyebrows wiggle up and down. Damn, I think Town was rubbing off on me.
But now, I had work to do. The Virago Moderne women were all something special, and the Empress's chosen ones were of an even higher order. But they were dealing with ME now. I don't know who this Empress was, but I had not met anyone yet who could keep up with my body when I went into action.
I went back to the office and got Mac working on Anya Decker and digging into anything he could find about her. I also asked for everything on Jennifer Delisle and how her niece came to live with her. As I waited, I made a tour of the minions we currently had in custody. I started with Yuko Abramson.
The stunning Asian woman looked cocky and confident, like she was sure she was going to be out of here any time now. Something in her look and attitude pissed me off and after her fifth “No Comment”, I slammed her to the wall and held her there. My arm bulged and shoulder exploded as I gripped and lifted. I tensed so hard I felt my shirt stretching to its limits, and I bought shirts that had high limits. I pinned her to the wall with her feet a good 6 inches off the floor. The wall helped the lift, but I might not have needed it. My other arm slammed into her chest to keep her still. It also provided a satisfying GASP from her pretty lips. My arm pressed so tightly I knew I was leaving marks. I didn't have time to waste. Paul might not have a lot of time left. I needed to awe one of these babes into accidentally spilling something. When I snarled about where Anya Decker was, she seemed genuinely shocked and had no idea who that was. I searched her face and didn't think she was that good an actress and was telling the truth. I dropped her and felt good at the noise of her smacking the floor as I turned and left without looking back.
I moved over to Melissa Shipley and Janet Parker. I was looking a bit disheveled now, shirt untucked and hair not in its usual perfect place. Life was usually not enough to mess my hair, but this was an abnormal day. Having the two women together was a plan. I was trying to use to get something fast. I started with a little discussion about their training. They were only too happy to talk about their bodies. So they were at least talking to start with. I had some things from the gym that showed their tremendous progress and asked how this was possible. Based on the story I heard from Paul and Deena they had progressed even more than what this data showed.
“So working for this Empress was a big boon for your training routines weren't they?” I leaned in and my chest barreled out and showed generous cleavage, another thing I generally never did. This shirt was getting a big workout today and was passing its limits.
“What's an Empress,” the one snarled making the other one laugh. So much for accidentally getting info out of them.
“It's too bad, you both have so much farther to go and will never see her again. I mean you are so damn weak yet aren't you? You let a one legged, old man take you down!” I snarled the last part as I grabbed Janet at the shoulder and neck and lifted her up. My left hand compressed and went white in the knuckles as I squeezed her neck. The arm bulged so much even the shirt could not hide it as I lifted her bodily out of the chair. My right hand searched down, slapped in at her thigh, and I swept her overhead in one quick movement like a snatch in a weightlifting event. My intention was to awe them since power seemed to be what they respected. Her eyes bulged out and she rocked and arched wildly, but I held on tightly and held her overhead - arms locked out and unmoving. Even I was impressed and felt hot from this little move. “Where's the Empress? Where's Anya Decker?”
It was Melissa who called out, “Who the fuck is Anya Decker?” She had risen from her chair and she lunged at me to help her friend. I was ready for it and my foot kicked out right into her midsection. She ooofed and doubled over. I dropped Janet down and remained holding her head by the hair. I took the same grip to the still gasping Melissa and pulled. This created a little head cymbal crash for them to remember. They looked amazed. I stood back and flexed openly. I think with a little work, I could have gotten them to tell me anything, but they honestly did not seem to know who Decker was. I was in the process of grabbing for their heads again, when the captain crashed into the room and screamed at me to stop.
I reluctantly let go and left the two dizzy women in the interrogation room as Cap tore me a new one. It was like a scene right out of a cop movie, and I guess I deserved it. “Paul doesn't have the luxury of time, Cap,” I said with a snarl that made him step back. I even intimidated him today. I sighed and took a deep breath that popped a button on my shirt and forced myself to calm down. “I am sorry. Put me down for any disciplinary action I deserve, tomorrow.” And with that I swept past him and out to my desk to collect my things.
Sitting at my desk was Gemini! She had some of the case material out and was thumbing through it. “Making yourself at home?” I asked and was rewarded with her jumping and looking a bit nervous. It was a fun sight to see such a huge, gorgeous body look worried.
She put her hands up as if to indicate she was not up to any harm. “I was just wondering why you were spending so much time on this guy,” she said as she put out the file on Joad. “He always seemed content and well taken care of if you know what I mean. I mean I couldn't find anything about the other guy...”
“What other guy?!” I said so sharply that Gemini flinched and she kind of turned in her chair. Her muscles swelled in a fight or flight reaction and I put out my hands palms up to soothe her. “What other guy?” I said more quietly.
Gemini swallowed and continued. “About a year before Joad, there was another match where this big, cocky guy got crushed up really badly. Had some sort of spinal injury and had to learn how to walk again and all from what I heard. What was his name?” Gemini put her finger to her chin and looked to the ceiling in thought. “Timmy! Yeah that was it. Timmy was big dude on campus until he got broke.”
“Who broke him?” I asked leaning forward at Gemini until we almost bumped together. I am used to putting my chest out there as a way to make people feel uncomfortable, but Gemini was as big if not larger than I was there, so I don't think she even noticed.
“Well I think Ms. Delisle did not have her moves under as good control as she does now. And she always likes to show off and hmm, play with her prey. She always took care of him after that I heard, or maybe it was the Lewin's that paid for it all, but I never saw him again.”
“Jennifer Delisle?”
Gemini giggled. It made her top bounce in ways I would normally enjoy. Not today. “No, she might have had matchups, but she never would have done them in public. This was Ms. Aline. She always likes to show off in public,” Gemini said.
“Aline Delisle? The little girl that looks like a fairy princess? She tore up a big guy that badly?”
Gemini nodded. “ I think that little girl, as you call her, could take you and me on together and we would be in big trouble.” I stared, but her face looked totally serious. This was the second time in an hour someone told me that I was no match for their skills. ME. I think they were the ones that didn't know what they were dealing with here. This case just got more convoluted and warped all the time. And what did any of this have to do with Anya Decker and some big thug carrying Paul out of the hospital in the middle of the night?
I patted Gemini on the shoulder and thanked her as I gathered up all my stuff and was headed out. Just as I reached the door, Mac caught up with me and told me that nothing odd was showing up on the Delisle's. Aline came to live in the States when her mother got divorced. I nodded and stopped him and asked him about the Lewin's. The Lewin family owned a few properties in town. He gave me the addresses and I thanked him. “Oh yeah,” I called back to him as I paused the door. “See if you can track down if Aline Delisle had any trouble in France before she came here. Also, if Aline Delisle got in trouble, why the Lewin's would be the ones bailing her out. Any ways you can connect those threads might crack this thing open.” Mac nodded and I headed out the door.
Sitting in my car was Gemini! This was starting to be a damn habit. “I am sure I locked my door,” I said as my hands clenched into fists over and over at my sides making my forearms ripple. “Do I need to run you in for breaking and entering?”
“Paul Town is a smarmy, little prick.” she started. “He isn't afraid of anything and likes to poke at things and see how they react. I like him. And you need the backup. Come on, we're wasting time.”
As we drove I gave her the lowdown on how this was going to work. She did what I said when I said it. I needed to make sure we didn't do anything that invalidated any evidence we found.
“Yes Ma'am,” she replied and I could hear the smile in her voice. She wasn't wrong though that I might need some backup on this damn case. Someone who understood what a threat these VM babes were might be valuable here.
The first two addresses were a bust. Commercial property that seemed innocent enough. Gemini had a feel for this stuff. She knew how to ask a question without giving anything away and seemed to read the body language and responses well, knowing when to follow up. At the second location the guy we were talking to had been a bit twitchy, but she nudged me and shook her head no. When we went back to the car I asked her what she had meant.
“He wasn't guilty of anything, he was just scared of our bods,” she responded, like that was an every day thing. Well, maybe that was. Not often you ran into two over 6-foot tall women with bodies rivaling Arnold in his prime. Having two right in front of you might flummox some people. One of the things I had learned as a cop, was to conceal some of my build with my clothes. When I first started, I had a hard time questioning suspects when they just stared and didn't hear anything I had said.
The third address was a house. I parked and was starting to get out, when Gemini reached and held me back at the chest. I jerked in my seat angrily and she pointed. A woman was knocking at the door of the house. She was carrying some bags that looked like groceries. She was dark skinned, latina, with jet black hair and had a build that looked like she might just be a Virago Moderne woman. Even wearing jeans and a shirt it was easy to tell she was gorgeous and extremely fit.
“That's Jireh Saenz,” Gemini whispered, which I found sort of humorous that she was worried about being overheard. Gemini looked thoughtful for a second. “It tracks that she might be one of the Empress thingies.”
“Empress thingies?” I said with a laugh and gave her a smack on her shoulder. “well let's go ask Jireh some questions.”
“Jireh,” Gemini corrected.
“Jireh.”
“No, Jireh,” Gemini tried again.
“I don't hear any difference. Jireh.”
“Jireh, Jireh,” Gemini repeated. “You don't roll the R right.”
“Well, whatever,” I said annoyed now as I opened the door. “I will grab her and talk to her, whatever her name is. You wait here.” I could hear Gemini's chuckle as I slammed the door shut.
Jireh had rang the bell but there was no answer. Looking annoyed, she set the bags down and fumbled in her pocket for a key. She opened the door and went inside. Perfect. This gave me a reason to go inside also. I crept up to time this just right so right as she stepped in I called out. “Jireh Saenz,” I called out loudly as I closed the distance right to the doorway. “I am Detective Whitcomb and I need to ask you some questions. Who's house is this?” I started right in and my foot was a half step in the house and I was looking around. I also hoped using her name would fluster her.
Jireh looked even better close up. A real beauty with striking features and teeth so white it seemed unnatural. Her shoulders looked broad and the jeans seemed to be struggling to hold back the sweep of her legs. I found myself hoping she'd try something so I could let loose. I needed to let loose. “It's Jireh,” she said with a flutter of her tongue. OK, this was becoming damn annoying.
Still hoping for action I entered into the door holding out my badge. I didn't have long to wait as Jireh smiled and stepped back to the doorway to meet me. “You don't know what you have stepped into officer,” she said and she reared back and threw a punch at my face.
You have to give it credit it was a powerful and fast punch. I had to react fast to intercept it. Which I did. My hand raced up and SMACK caught the fist in my palm and stopped it dead. The look on her face made my chest swell out which I should have been embarrassed by, but right now only felt good. “That's Detective,” I answered with a sneer and I SQUEEZED her hand.
She rewarded me with a yell of pain and fell to her knees. I leaned in to work the grip harder but she surprised me by swinging her other arm and punching into my side in a well executed karate thrust. I winced and let her hand go, but again I think I surprised her by not folding or backing up. With my position over her, I reared my other fist back and pounded it down into the side of her face. SMACK.
She gasped and rolled on her back. With great agility she rolled to the side and arched her body and exploded back up to her feet with a kip up. Even as I wowed at her athletic maneuver, I was right there to intercept it. My left hand gripped her shirt. I pulled her in to me and my right hand joined the grip and I hauled her up and threw her at the wall like a medicine ball. She hit back and butt first into the wall. She slammed the wall so hard that she left a hole in the plaster. She was lucky she didn't hit a stud in the wall.
Jireh grunted in pain and winced but she pulled herself out of the wall wreckage and lunged right back at me. Tough little cookie! Her hands whirled and jabbed and struck at me repeatedly. I parried and blocked every one, though her aggressiveness made me backpedal as I did it. As I sensed the wall behind me, I blocked and stepped in to her blow. My hands grabbed at her shirt and I heard it rip as I yanked her chest first into the wall.
The thud was very satisfying as I stepped around in back of her and I sent wicked blows into her sides with both fists. The thuds echoed in the room and she went down to a knee grunting in pain. “And the Empress thought YOU were worthy?” I grunted just to piss her off so she would try some more.
It worked as she pushed her foot to the wall and leaped off it swinging a MMA-style Superman punch at my head. Nice. I slapped it aside. She kept attacking and I blocked and stepped and tortured her body with blows whenever an opening presented. The idea that it looked like the fight between Thanos and the Hulk in the Avenger movie made me laugh out loud. The well trained, super fit woman kept throwing and working, and I kept deftly blocking every move and slowly taking her body apart. Block her blow and pound her in the abs. Parry her chop and chop her in the kidney. Step, make her miss, and pepper her face with quick jabs. It was obvious I was well past her skill and power level and I was drawing it out. Enjoying it. Her body and face was showing marks and her breathing was becoming highly labored.
Laughing had pissed her off and she lunged in. I caught her body in my arms, with her arms trapped inside the grip. I lifted and squeezed her body and heard the air rush from her. I moaned at the feeling of it and crowed at her. “Tell me about this house and the Empress and I will let you go.”
Her face was turning purple and I could feel her insides crunching as I poured on the pressure and carried her. She snarled “Fuck you,” and hit my head with hers in a wild headbutt. I gasped in surprise and cursed myself for thinking she was done for as I staggered back letting her go.
Jireh kicked her foot into my side and it exploded painfully. I managed to get my hand up fast enough to catch the leg there with my left hand. This let my right hand free to elbow down onto her thigh just above the knee. She screamed which I shouldn't have felt as good about as I did as I yanked the leg and made her fall on her butt.
Still holding the leg, I levered it up high and stepped in and put my foot on her neck and held tightly. “Who's the Empress?” I growled at her. Her eyes widened and she slapped and hit at my leg but she might as well been trying to move a cement pillar. “Tell me!” I screamed as I pressed tighter and saw her face turning colors. Her pawing at my leg started to grow frantic. I added twisting her leg in my hands to get some nice yells of pain from her. I pushed and my leg flexed impressively even to me as I put effort into it. These people were dedicated or maybe scared of their Empress, so I wanted her to be scared of me! Maybe that would get some info out of her. Well that's what told myself, but in the moment I was just enjoying hurting her. Paul was out there somewhere and someone needed to pay for it. “Where's Anya Decker? Is she the Empress? Wheres, Timmy? Does he live here?” I peppered questions not really caring if she answered. She was unable to answer and I asked anyway. I wrenched her leg wildly and stepped my foot into her neck.
A hand grabbed me from behind and I whirled in anger. It was Gemini. She had her hands up and looked ready to fight. I looked at the scene and saw what I was doing. I let go of Jireh's leg and stepped off of her. Her wheeze for air showed just how much of it I had taken out of her. I don't know how long Gemini had been standing there, but if she had not stopped me just then, what would I have done? Shit. I had really lost it there. “Watch her,” I told Gemini and I looked around the house.
I looked through the bags, just standard groceries. High on produce and low on sugar and processed food. Good for them. The house was neat and looked like someone came in to clean it regularly. There were no pictures or any sort of decorations to make it feel homey. The place had more the feel of a model unit at an apartment complex. All perfectly arranged and set up, but sterile. Weird.
The bedroom had clothes in the closet. Mens. Pretty large size also. Also, assorted canes and crutches. I checked one crutch set out and it was a little tall for me, so this was a big guy. I went into the bathroom and snooped around. Underneath the vanity I opened the drawer and there it was. Several jars of Chloryl Hydrate Syrup and next to them, Succinylcholine Chloride in a glass bottle. Hot damn, now we are getting somewhere.
I know its been a long time. I started this so many times and it stunk every time. This one is a bit light on action but it will pick up fast now. This time I have an outline that takes it all the way to the end – something I never had before. So now there is a plan of how to get this to the finish line.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 12 – Caged Heat
“Did you run out of imaginary weights?” I asked as Mrs. Bigfoot lifted the huge weight in a perfect form deadlift. I had never learned her name, so I just kept calling her that. I don't think I wanted to know how much weight was on there. Based on how she had lifted and carried me around, it was much more than my body weight, that's for sure.
Mrs. B actually chuckled as she heaved the weight up. Her jet-black hair trailed back and I wondered again if that was a natural color and what her nationality might be. Her arms pumped the size of most people's legs, and her chest heaved out even more than that. I tried not to watch but it was pretty hard not to. She let the weight thud and it made the floor sort of rumble as it dropped. “My question is,” she started as she toweled off a bit. “were you always an asshole, or is it something you learned at cop school?
It was a good question, actually. Was I just naturally a smartass? I had certainly learned that when people are mad they are honest. So, was it just a way to dig at people and make them react as a cop? I honestly didn't know anymore, it was certainly an armor I used. It was a skill I had honed to a fine edge.
Mrs. Bigfoot leaned over wiggling her butt in my direction as she did it. She grabbed the weight and heaved in a perfect form snatch lift. The weight was so heavy it made the bar dip at the ends as she held it overhead. It really made me realize how much this beastly gorgeous woman was lifting. She then held the weight there. Her face snarled. Her shoulders looked like boulders. Her chest thrust out like mountains. Her legs looked like they laughed at boulders. And crushed mountains. “You never shut up, even when you are just making it worse. You seem to enjoy making things worse. Because what you should be doing is trying to get on my good side.” And she let the weight land from its height. THUD. It felt like the whole room bounced that time and I gulped enough for her to see. It made her smile. It was a nice smile. She was happy to perform this lift for me.
She left the weight there and walked over toward me. She posed and flexed like a well-practiced bodybuilder. Her arms were the largest I had ever seen on a woman. Even larger than Destiny. She walked right into the cell and gripped two of the bars. Her arms flexed and her chest striated and rippled so impressively I broke into a sweat, staring. She chuckled a low throaty chuckle and stood back a step. Her body was poured steel. I had never seen a body that size with such definition. How big was she in off-season size mode? Oh, stop thinking stuff like that. I was hard enough already. Her pecs fired and looked like they were going to tear the bars apart as her arms flexed. Veins started to show and her face turned red. Finally, she stopped and I know it was only imagination that I thought the cage was relieved.
She licked her lips and lifted one arm in a bicep flex and ran her other hand over the beach ball of the bicep. “Besides,” she said in a softer voice than I had ever heard her use before. “You love this. I have seen you checking it out. You love muscle. You are scared but aroused. That's so hot,” she said with a little snap and bumped her chest to the bars. I could see her nipples push out, straining the top. Her arms flexed and I gasped as they were even larger now. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide. “You don't know whether to pee in your pants or cum in them,” she told me with confidence as she reached like she was searching for the key. I could not deny my body was reacting to the sight. I didn't even really like her, but the sight was undeniable. And my body was reacting to it heavily.
Before she could make another remark the door opened, and Anya Decker came into the room. I worked to get myself under control. So did Mrs. Bigfoot. It was still mind-boggling to see the beast woman sort of hunch her shoulders and so obviously defer to the busty beauty. She was wearing a red form-fitting dress. I couldn't help but stare intently. Lucky dress. Where did she find form fitting for HER fit figure? You didn't just buy off the rack to fit Quadruple whatever her top was and a waist that looked small enough to fit my hands around. My hands really wanted to see if they could do that. I shook my head to try to clear it. Mrs. B had me worked up and worked up was not a good way to be when Anya Decker was around.
Anya smiled at me and then nodded to Mrs. B. “You should not leave your toys lying around when you are done, my dear.” She walked over to the huge weight Mrs. B had been lifting. She bent her knees and you could see the tone swell up in her legs as she moved in her heels. Casually, she grabbed the weight underhanded and curled it up to her chest. That's right. Curled it. The weight Mrs. B had just been so proud to snatch. The woman with arms the size of tree trunks and legs bigger than that had been working with this weight hard. Her flex had been larger than any I had ever seen in my life. Then this vision of sexiness walked in and curled it without seeming to even notice it was heavy. I know she was showing off. Playing. But for who? Me, or Mrs. Bigfoot? Had she seen or heard what Mrs. B was doing? I had scanned for cameras ever since I had been tossed in here, but I had not found any obvious signs of them.
I heard a groan and started to think she is straining after all when I realized it was Mrs. B that made the noise. Seems I wasn't the only one who found muscle hot. Anya lowered the weight as she carried it to her. She casually curled it a few times as her heels clicked, walking the weight to her henchwoman. Her already lifted chest pumped more. The nipples now showed clearly against the red dress. It made her waist seem even smaller as her shoulders widened and her chest lifted. Her arms showed intense tone and some veins showed in the forearms. She held the weight out and held it there. Her body stood ramrod still with no shaking or effort showing.
Mrs. Bigfoot hesitated a moment. I think she liked seeing the woman hold the huge weight there like that. I can't say I blamed her. Her hands shook like she longed to reach out and feel those arms working as they held the weight. Then she seemed to realize how long the pause had been and she scooted to the weight. She took it from the hands of the bombshell. UHHH she grunted and bowed under the strain as Anya let go. The weight almost hit the floor before Mrs. B controlled it and pulled it back up in a deadlift grip. “Yes, ma'am. I am sorry I left it out,” she said with a loud gasp of effort in it. She took the weight to the corner and set it aside.
“No worries,” Anya said with a smile. She looked like she had proven some point. Again, I wasn't sure if the point was for me or for her minion. Anya Decker walked over and leaned in close to talk with her guard. I strained my ears to try and hear. I caught enough to know that she was saying the Empress must have caught wind of her being in town and was not at her usual places. She was going to check out a place to look for her and she wanted Mrs. Bigfoot to check out another place. Hmm. Who the hell was Timmy?
So they left me alone. And just to be bitchy, one of them clicked off the light as they left, leaving me in the dark. It was complete dark. Like a cave dark. I made an obligatory search of my cage and checked for any weak spots or ways out. I kept going until my leg complained. One-legged was a bitch. I missed my artificial leg. This made me chuckle as I remembered why I didn't have it right now. It had given its life for a good cause, smacking the hell out of those two bitches.
So, I went back and laid down. In the dark, with no references, it was hard to tell how long it was. I might have even dozed off. In my head, I kept playing over the case and the people involved. I had never known such bodies and abilities existed and now there were so many. The little French pixie tossing guys around, Miss Mitzy, Deena, Yuko Abramson, Janet Parker and Melissa Shipley and I STILL wasn't even sure which one was which. Even the figure of Mother Agnes flashed through my mind for some reason as I wondered for the fiftieth time what was beneath those robes she wore. All this picturing gave me a hard-on. When the image in my head went to Katelyn benching the 225-pound weight so easily, the hard-on trembled.
I jerked with a start as the light clicked on, and a body came flying into the room and tumbled against the far wall, over where the weight had been left. Then the clicking heels of Anya Decker followed and closed the door. She was still wearing the red dress and heels. The dress seemed...tighter. And it had been tight before. Her chest was even more prominent than it had been when she had played with the weight. Her shoulders were wide and set. Her normal smile was not present as she scowled over at me. “I would suggest you keep your mouth SHUT, Detective Town,” she warned. Her heels clicked ominously over to the woman.
She had rolled over and stood. She was stunning, but I expected that by now. She was about 5'10” with hair dyed a gray color. Almost white. It looked good with her pale complexion. She was, of course, well-toned and looked athletic. She looked like a more buff version of Minka Kelly when she had the white hair she used as Dove in the Titans show. She was wearing yoga pants and a sporty top. This left some bare skin to show me an Empress tattoo on her hip as she grabbed at the weight lying next to her. She heaved it up impressively. I couldn't help but notice the way her muscles swelled at the effort as she heaved it up. She might have lifted it more easily than Mrs. Bigfoot had! Maybe it was desperate energy as she stepped forward with the weight, brandishing it like it was a club.
Anya Decker didn't look worried. In fact, she smiled. She stepped in moving incredibly fast given that she was wearing heels. Her right hand grabbed the weight in the middle of the bar inside the woman's grip. From behind, I could see her back flex and widen. Wow. Her body really changed from relaxed to flexed. It didn't seem physically possible how much the muscles grew and swelled when she exerted. She pushed and drove and the weight slammed into the wall. As did the woman. Anya's immense chest pinned her there and pushed heavily. The woman strained and jerked at the weight, but Anya held it there up over their heads. It appeared the weights had cut little grooves into the cement wall, showing how hard they had slammed into it. I stared and watched how the red dress crawled with the muscles exploding as Anya pushed and held there so tight. I couldn't decide which one showed off better. Her calves, butt, back, shoulders. All screamed equally for attention as they exploded in the effort.
“Now, Ms. Carpenter. May I call you Amanda?” Anya talked casually, really trying to impress the woman. I don't know about her, but I was sure impressed. Was there any end to the power her curvy body possessed? The woman who had heaved that huge weight up in a flash was pinned to the wall hard. And I know it was her whole body that was doing the pinning, her legs were back and working to push. But damn if it didn't look like Anya's huge battleship-sized chest was pinning the struggling woman to the wall all by itself. She continued to hold the huge weight over both their heads with one hand. I had seen a lot of things since this case began, yet this was still astonishing. “If we are done with the shows of defiance, maybe we can talk,” Anya continued.
Amanda was apparently not done with defiance as her response was to hit her head out at Anya. She added a kick of her foot into the shin as she worked to push the body off of her. Anya staggered back with a grunt that sounded more mad than hurt. Still holding the weight overhead, Anya's eyes took on an angry look. Her legs bent and the weight turned in her grip. I had thought she had been flexed before but it paled to her body now. Her muscles pumped hugely and didn't even seem like the same body now. She had transformed from curvy and voluptuous to super thick, and ok, still voluptuous. With a grunt, the woman in the red dress with the figure a porn star would be envious of threw the immense weight like a javelin at the wall. The weight flew with alarming speed and hit so hard it sounded like an explosion. Cement and dust flew around the room making it hard to see for a bit. When the dust cleared, I saw the weight hit about four feet to the right of the woman, showing she wasn't trying to hit her with it. Though the warning and display of power were clear. The end of the weight had punched a hole in the cement block wall and hung there as the dust settled. Anya's chest heaved. Her dress was tearing at the seams on the sides and front. Her arms bulged. Her legs bulged. Her chest had already bulged but now it bulged powerfully. Once I stopped watching her body, I realized that maybe there was a limit to the power after all, as this effort had made her pant at least.
To her credit, Amanda Carpenter moved past the weight and across the room like she was going to try and get to the door. This woman was made of stern stuff to witness what we had just seen and keep her cool and just keep working. Anya stepped into her path. Amanda's hands flew up showing some obvious training. She started sending blows and kicks at her foe. Anya did not swing back but blocked and deflected every attempt. She was playing with it. After minutes of swings and kicks, Anya stepped into a kick and caught the shapely leg at the thigh. She lifted and spun with it. It was as if she did a pirouette with the other woman's body and sent it flying back into the wall where it had come from.
Anya was breathing hard. Her chest heaved. Her dress was torn and frayed even more where her growing muscles were destroying it. She also looked pissed. “I could just have easily let you hit me every time and just stood there and took them,” she told the woman. “There comes a point where technique does not matter if the other body is this much stronger.” She flexed her arms as if that proved her point. She then stepped in and grabbed Amanda by the lapels of her top and lifted her in the air. Amanda's eyes were wide and showed awe and fear. Yeah, I am right there with you sister, I thought. But again to her credit, the fit woman kept working and chopped at the arms with her hands and her feet kicked into the body. Anya just sneered at it and grunted “Enough!” and slammed her back to the cement floor with a thud louder than when Mrs. B had dropped the weight earlier.
Amanda screamed, gasped, and then went still. Her arms and legs collapsed like a puppet that had its strings snipped. At first, I thought she might be dead, but then I saw her chest rising and falling with breaths. The sound of the landing made me think she might have broken her back, but with these superwomen who knew what damage even a slam like that might have caused.
I grunted. “And you're the good one who is going to save us from The Empress?” I quietly asked with as much sarcasm as I could put into it. I turned on my bed toward the opposite wall trying to communicate disgust.
Anya's breaths got closer and I knew she was right there at the bars. It was a force of will for me to not turn and look at her. At that body. “People are dying, Detective. You have been unable to stop it,” she said with the gasps still showing in her voice. I tried not to imagine how her body looked this pumped and working. “A few bruises are nothing compared to that.”
A few bruises? Shit. I roll and turned enough to see Anya Decker's face. Her eyes were lit and alert. She was fucking loving this! I also saw Amanda Carpenter rising from the floor. I am not sure which surprised me more, the craziness in the busty woman's eyes or that the other woman was rising after the slams she had taken. Amanda did not look good, but she was up. She dragged one leg and she seemed to be stifling a cough so she would not make noise. She gave me a little head nod and I realized she was going to try and jump on Anya's back and choke her out just like Westley had done to Fezzik. She was no doubt well-trained and incredibly strong but I had my doubts if it would work on this woman. I turned and sat up on the edge of the bed. I was going to help her if I could. “So far, I don't see any difference between you and her, whatsoever.”
Amanda took the last step and jumped to get up on Anya's back. Anya spun and caught her in her arms! “It was adorable the way you tried to distract me for her, Detective. Odd you would choose her over me. But a deaf person could have heard her coming.” Her arms squeezed and I heard Amanda scream out. Given the state of her back, the hug must have been quite a torture. Anya licked her lip like she had thought the same thing. Her back arched and made it appear like she was carrying her on her chest. From my position, I could see her back ripple, followed quickly by the accompanying scream from Amanda Carpenter. She repeated this for a while. Amanda started to collapse and I could see her arms and legs droop.
“Stop it,” I called out. “She's no help to you dead.”
Anya chuckled. “I have no intention of killing her, do I, Ms. Carpenter? Now, pass out, wake up, and then repeat it over and over again. That I might do.” She punctuated the statement with some strong squeezes that left the woman dangling in her grip and coughing.
“This is disgusting,” I yelled. “Barbaric!”
“All you have to do, Amanda, is tell me where she is. Where is your Empress?” Anya ignored me and continued to work on the body in her grip.
“You aren't fit to speak her name,” Amanda gasped out. Her voice was shaky.
“Oh hon, I could tell you some stories about your girl,” Anya said with a sneering grin. This enraged Amanda and she kicked and thrashed and tried to headbutt her captor again. Anya grunted and her arms flexed the most I had ever seen them and Amanda went limp and out. Anya Decker dropped the woman to the floor and walked around the room. She had a touch of a limp and she rubbed her head. So, she wasn't bulletproof. Just close to it.
On the floor, Amanda gasped and jerked as she took in some air again. I was confused. After what Anya had shown me a hint of, she obviously had other ways she could influence a person. It was like she was using brute force just to prove to this woman that she had as much power as her Empress. Strange.
“What's your plan here?” I asked her. “Or is torturing her just fun for you?”
“Oh, Paul,” she said and I think it was the first time she had said my first name. “You know nothing about power. Do shut up.” She leaned down to the waking woman and grabbed her collar in her left hand and started to slap her with her right hand. The sound was like rifle shots going off and I was willing to bet the impact was about the same. Crack. Crack. Crack. The woman's head bounced back and forth crazily and before she had even really woken she was out cold again. Even from here, I could see bruises on her pretty face and a little blood trickling at the corner of her lips. Anya cooed to the woman and rubbed her face like a mother. As she woke and her eyes fluttered open, and the busty beauty again slapped her out cold. She repeated this a few more times. She didn't ask her any questions. She didn't really even give Amanda a chance to say anything before she smacked her back out. It was complete torture. I lost count of how many times Amanda Carpenter was out cold. Her face was a mass of bruises and little trickles of blood showed at the corners of her lips and nose.
Amanda started to take longer to wake up. She moaned in agony. She pleaded but Anya slapped her out yet again. Then as the woman woke once more, Anya again held her collar and her right arm tensed. The muscles swelled as she held it there rigid and tensed. She didn't slap this time and just said, “Well?”
Amanda's eyes quaked and rolled. She spit out some blood as she looked in obvious terror. “My empress will save me,” she managed to croak out spitting some blood into Anya's face.
Anya Decker went into a rage. She roared and pulled her arm way back and drove a punch into the woman's face this time and let her flop to the floor. She was going to be out a long time from that one. She pointed at me and yelled, “Shut up!” before I even said anything. She paced the cell back and forth muttering to herself. “This will work, she will tell me all I want,” she repeated to herself over and over. “I have shown her I am too strong to defy. I have shown her I hold her life in my hands. Now she will be mine.” She didn't wipe the blood off her face and her arms pumped as she opened and closed her hands over and over. Her dress was near totally destroyed now as her body had grown so large.
Oh, this babe was certifiable. Anyone could tell you that all she was doing was making this woman hate her to such a high degree that she'd be willing to die to not say anything. “Sickening,” I said quietly to myself.
“What was that?” Anya said and turned to me. She walked towards the bars and leered at me. Her body looked amazing. Her hands on her hips showed her toned and veined arms. Her chest was tearing through the remnants of the dress. It was in such tatters I could see abs now. Her legs thundered as she stomped a foot. Everything was perfect. From her hair to her toes. Her looks, her shape, her tone. She was body incarnate. Curvy and pumped and perfect. It was like a centerfold had merged with a bodybuilder and turned into one perfect body. And I found I had no desire for it at all. The spell had been broken.
I hopped on my leg out to the bars to confront her. “You could have put the whammy on her like you did to me. You just did this because you enjoyed it. You are disgusting.”
Her eyes flared in anger. Then, her look softened and she put a hand lightly on my arm through the bar. “Oh, Paulie. Didn't you like it too? Didn't you like seeing my body in action?” she cooed to me.
I felt a tingle from her touch, but I recoiled from it. I tugged my arm away and hobbled back to my bed. I sat and stared defiantly at her. I could still see how amazing she looked. She was a wet dream in real life. But when I saw her now, all I saw was anger and cruelty.
Anya Decker looked confused at first. Most men must have fallen at her feet when she did this. Her expression hardened and she stared intently. “I will show you what my whammy, as you call it, can do. You will beg and plead for me. You will be so sad when I am not near you that you will consider killing yourself. My touch will be what sustains you. You will be mine, Paul Town. Just like my guard, you will be my thing. My animal to call.” She then walked over and collected the woman lying on the floor. Amanda groaned as Anya scooped her up and carried her in her arms. She took her to the door, paused, and looked me dead in the eyes. “Soon,” she said and walked out, leaving me once again in the darkness.
Shit, maybe Mrs. Bigfoot was right. Perhaps my mouth DID have a way of making things worse.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 13 - Jailbreak
Katelyn dragged Jireh, or whatever her name was, to the front of the house. She kicked her in the back of the knees to drop her on her butt and pointed at her, “Stay!” she commanded, her finger pointing at the beat-up woman. Jireh glared but didn't try to move.
“Gemini, I appreciate all your help, and you're pretty damn good at this stuff, but you're not a cop,” Katelyn started, but the big woman interrupted.
“I know, believe me I know,” Gemini responded. “Your gang will be here soon, and you can get a ride, I am just making sure you don't kill her in the meantime.” Gemini pointed at the cuffed Jireh. Her face certainly showed the results of her earlier “talk” with Katelyn.
Katelyn laughed, nodded, and patted Gemini on the shoulder. “Appreciate it, and when I need someone I can count on, I know who to call.” The two muscle women met eyes and nodded and as they heard cars arriving out front, Gemini ducked out the back.
The next few hours went quickly for Katelyn. Jireh got sent in for questioning on the murders as well as for attacking a police officer. They cataloged and photographed all the evidence in the house. At Katelyn's insistence, they cleaned up the house and tried to make it look undisturbed to see if anyone else showed up. The only things they removed were the Chloryl Hydrate Syrup and Succinylcholine Chloride tablets. It was the big break that really put this Timmy as their main suspect. Something was starting to gel in Katelyn's head and she just needed one or two more pieces to make it all fit together.
Katelyn left someone she trusted watching the house and went back to the station. There, Katelyn started the arduous task of writing everything that happened into a report. OK, maybe she left out a few details of Gemini's assistance, and about how Jireh got so messed up, but all the major details were there. They dug into the history and ownership of the house and its occupant. Timothy Martens. He had been a model and fitness instructor who just disappeared off the grid some years back. Probably after some Virago Moderne fight-related accident no doubt. No details or reports of injuries could be located so far. He had apparently been living in that house for some time. Further digging showed it was owned by, surprise, surprise, the Lewins – who were suddenly not commenting on anything without their lawyer.
Katelyn had a few dozen messages and she ignored and deleted most of them. Several were from the coroner so she called her back. The coroner was always blunt and right to the point. I guess you didn't need to develop much bedside manner as a coroner. Katelyn liked that about her. “Finally,” Dr. Melendez's clipped tones cut in. “I thought I was going to have to send a drone after you.” Before Katelyn could even cut in about how busy it had been the Dr. continued. “I wanted to give you an update about the COD for your muscle women case.”
Katelyn laughed. “I don't think that's an official case name designation. And I think a smashed head is pretty definitive.”
The coroner piped back in like she was talking to herself. “Muscle women. Every one of them. No hiding the physique of these stiffs. Even smashed they are all champion-level muscle.” There was a pause and she cleared her throat. “Anyway. Smashed head is post-mortem, nothing to do with COD.” Katelyn shot up in her chair so hard she knocked files off her desk and dropped her coffee cup. “On the first two, all the physical damage was done to dead bodies. Even the last one,” Katelyn could hear the riffling through papers, “Jennifer Delisle. Now she had evidence of a struggle, lots of struggle. Tons of struggle. But COD still seems to be the same as the other two. The other two don't even have a mark on them other than the crushed head and knee, which are all after TOD in my opinion.”
Katelyn wished she'd stop talking in abbreviations, it drove her nuts. Occupational hazard I guess. “Poison?” she hazarded a guess.
“Bing, bing, bing,” the Dr. performed a bell noise like Katelyn had just hit the daily double. “They were drugged all right. Roofied to the gills. Quite a cocktail. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. They would have been incapacitated but still awake.”
“Are you going to make me ask?” Katelyn asked. “I get it, this is payback for not calling you back.”
“OK, OK, smartass.” You could hear the doctor's smile through the phone. “My opinion is they were smothered. Incapacitated with drugs and left helpless to stop it as they were smothered. The heads were pulped of course, so bloodshot eyes are circumstantial, but they have fibers in the throat and high CO2 levels. Also, blood flow patterns and lack of muscle contracture would point to the injuries to the leg and head being post-mortem. All that and the cocktail in their system, I'd bet the farm on asphyxiation. All the rest happened afterward.”
Katelyn barely heard the rest but thanked the doc profusely and made sure she had the whole report emailed to her. In particular the tox screens. The gears were really spinning now and clicking into place. But the first priority was still finding Paul. Mac came in and ran down the information on the Lewins for her. Katelyn mulled it in her head, but no, they were genuinely distressed about what happened to their daughter. They were all around this thing, but they weren't the cause. They might know more than they were saying, but they sure wouldn't protect someone who killed their own daughter. Still, officers were sent to request the Lewins to return to the station for some questioning about this Martens character. Maybe they knew something that could put some of those final pieces in place. An APB was put out for Timothy Martens though no recent photos were available, so it might be difficult to find him unless he walked up and identified himself. Katelyn added to the description that the suspect had some sort of injury that made him limp or move with the assistance of a cane. Mac asked how she knew that and she just smiled.
As she got up to leave and head back to the Marten House, Mac handed her a bundle. She peeked inside and it was Paul's leg. “We all know you're going to find him, so we had this rushed,” he said. Katelyn squeezed his arm in appreciation. When he winced she, oops, stopped and nodded and headed out. Damn right, I am going to find him, she thought.
Katelyn returned to the cleaned-up house and took over the stakeout there. Not like she was going to sleep anyway. She had barely been at the house for half an hour when a car approached. A figure got out and went around the house. It didn't go to the front door, but around the back and checked all the windows and doors. This was it! Her muscles tightened as she gripped the steering wheel. Katelyn tried to view through her camera to enhance the view. It still wasn't clear in the dark, but the size and shape made her think it was the big woman from the hospital security camera. Bingo. She whispered into her radio that she had a suspect and was going to follow, no one should interfere.
The figure seemed like she was going to break in, but then decided not to and returned to her car. Katelyn had always thought the idea of tailing a suspect was silly, and something you just saw on TV. She used to poopoo it and laugh about it during training. She was thankful for all the rules and training now. She changed lanes and wasn't always right behind the target. She even went parallel to her a couple times and alongside, like they were just two cars going in the same direction. When the car pulled into a convenience store, Katelyn went around the corner and waited. When the car started again she made sure to be well behind it now. It seemed to pay off and the car drove calmly to a location with no sign of recognition or evasion. Katelyn called in the location. She knew she should wait for backup to arrive, but fuck it she thought, this is Paul, and in she went.
Paul dozed on his cot in the cage. He tried to keep track of time but without any external clues, it was difficult. It was either Tuesday night, or three weeks after next Thursday. At least thoughts of Anya Decker only gave him a raging hard-on and didn't cause him to cum uncontrollably anymore, so maybe there was progress occurring. Inside he still thought the busty woman could snap her fingers and he'd cum, so he knew his prospects of surviving her intact, were looking bleak. Restless, he started to hum when Mrs. Bigfoot burst into the cell. He thought about changing it to a full-out song just to piss her off but decided to wait and see what was up. Maybe pump her for some info first. She tossed him a bag with some food from a convenience store. Normally, this would be stuff he would never touch in a million years, but this was not a normal time. He wolfed it down greedily and then felt bad about it afterward.
As he ate, Mrs. Bigfoot looked at the damage to the room. She checked out the hole in the wall and started to pull out the weight there and see if a fix was possible. “Your boss really did a number on that,” Paul commented as she tugged at the weight. Mrs Bigfoot was about to retort back when instead she turned her head, like a dog who had heard a strange noise.
Paul heard it too. It WAS a noise. Mrs. Bigfoot put her finger to her lips telling him to be quiet as she crept around to the door that led up the stairs. Paul could hear her footsteps going up slowly and quietly but not anything else. Maybe it was just some random noise after all.
Then there was a hellacious crash and thump. Two bodies came rolling down the stairs and crashed into the room. “Katelyn!” Paul yelled. He instantly regretted it as Katelyn looked over at the sound and this gave Mrs. B a chance to punch her squarely in the jaw. Paul could only imagine how hard THAT immense creature could hit.
Katelyn grunted and stumbled back into the wall. As Mrs. Bigfoot lunged in to hammer into her on the wall, Katelyn got her foot up between their bodies. She kicked the foot into the large woman's midsection and pushed her away. Mrs. B flew all the way back into the bars of the cell. Paul tried to hop on his one foot over to her to restrain her, but he was too slow. The woman growled - an actual growl - and lunged back at Katelyn.
Mrs. B was a huge monster of incredible strength. Katelyn was a sleek monster of incredible speed and agility. She carved the big woman up. All Paul could think of as he watched it was that scene in the one Avengers movie where Thanos was just too quick and skilled and beat the hell out of the Hulk. Mrs. B swung and Katelyn ducked, pivoted, and kicked her in the side. The big woman roared and stumbled forward and swung her arm back, but Katelyn caught the arm. She wrenched it behind the woman and got a yell of pain from her. Katelyn's arm slid up the woman's back took her head and slammed it into the wall. Paul could hear the thump it was so forceful.
To her credit, Mrs. Bigfoot fired back and swung again. She caught Katelyn's shirt as she spun away tearing it off. It exposed her lithe muscles all rippling and bulging from the effort. Paul's breath caught in his throat as he watched. The busty, perfectly muscled woman was a symphony for the eyes as she moved. Her back ripped as she pounded punches into the larger woman's body. The power must have been incredible because Mrs. Bigfoot recoiled and grunted as the punches drove her back to the wall. When she swung, Katelyn ducked and kicked her in the knee. When she hobbled from that, Katelyn shot an uppercut into her jaw so hard the big woman's body lifted and slammed the wall. Mrs. Bigfoot kicked out from the wall and Katelyn caught it and lifted the leg up. As Mrs. Bigfoot crashed to the cement floor, Katelyn laughed like she was having fun. She stepped in, still holding the leg, and stomped her foot down on the woman's chest. The cry of pain from Mrs. B echoed in the room. Katelyn followed in and sent another kick up under her chin that was so strong it looked like the big woman's neck stretched from the force before her eyes rolled back and she went still. Katelyn finally dropped the leg and went over to where her torn shirt had been left.
She smiled and wiped a little blood on her lip from the punch she took. Her body was unlike Paul had ever seen it. She had on a white tank top t-shirt and her arms were immensely pumped and veined. Her chest heaved hotly in it as she took some deep breaths. You could see the hint of abs even through the shirt. “How are you, Paul?” she asked her hands on the bar. For a second their hands touched. Paul swallowed and tried to calm his reactions to the sight of her. “How do we get you out of here?”
Paul saw a motion and called out, “Look out!” Mrs. Bigfoot had risen and charged in from behind. She crashed into Katelyn's back crashing her head into the bars hard enough to hear a ting of noise from it. “No, dammit,” Paul cried out as Mrs. Bigfoot kicked Katelyn in the back causing her to wince and arch in pain. Mrs. B blew a kiss at Paul, with a sadistic look on her face, as she kicked his partner's back again. Mrs. Bigfoot took the key to the cell out of her pocket and bent it double in her fingers. “Here's the key bitch,” she hissed as she punched the ruined key into Katelyn's side, producing a large scream of pain.
Katelyn crouched down in pain as the big woman loomed over her. Paul was rubbing his hands together, feeling so impotent just having to watch. Mrs. Bigfoot lifted her leg up to stomp down again, and Katelyn moved faster. The muscled goddess lunged up and her shoulder lifted right between the huge woman's legs and lifted up. She heaved her up in the air and ran the four steps or so to get to the other side of the room and slammed Mrs. Bigfoot's back into the wall so hard cracks appeared in the cement. The muscled behemoth gurgled in pain and collapsed forward. Katelyn slammed her on the floor. She knelt on the woman's chest lifted her fist back and pounded it straight down into the center of her face. With the head on the floor, there was no cushion or ability to deflect the power. Paul winced. Wow. Then Katelyn, knelt on the woman's neck just to make sure she was totally out and not going to cause any more trouble. Paul began to think she was going to kill the woman.
As she finally rose off Mrs. Bigfoot, Paul saw a blood streak down Katelyn's side where the punch with the key had done damage. She stretched her pained back and Paul had to stifle a moan from how that made her abs and chest look in the now sweaty top. “You OK?” he asked.
“I should be asking you that,” she said managing a smile. “Here, I brought you something.” She reached into the pile of her torn shirt and tossed him a bundle through the bars. Paul caught it and inside was his leg all fixed up. He chuckled and nodded thanks as he sat back on the bed and attached it. While he did that, Katelyn looked around at the cell. “Now how do we get out of here, now that Sasquatch here ruined the key,” she said.
Paul laughed loudly causing Katelyn to look up. “I have been calling her Mrs. Bigfoot for days now! I guess great minds think alike, eh?” Katelyn smiled as she checked out the cell. Horizontally, three large metal rods were indented into the wall and made like a dome semi-oval to the other side where it similarly indented into the wall. Vertically, bars were welded to these rods though they did not appear to go into the floor or the ceiling. Katelyn tested and pushed at the bars. “Come on Katelyn, just call it in and get someone with a torch or something to tear this stuff out,” Paul said.
“Shut up hon,” Katelyn said with a smile. “I got this.” She gripped the bars of the cell and strained. Paul stared transfixed as her muscles erupted. Her chest looked like it was going to explode the t-shirt tank right off her body. Her nipples rose out like it was somehow enjoyable. Veins squiggled on her arms. There was a creak and it almost seemed like she was going to succeed in just tearing the bars apart with her bare hands. In the end, the bars remained defiant and Katelyn grunted angrily.
Paul started to talk and Katelyn lifted her finger to quiet him. She walked the length of the bars. On the far end of the cell, the wall flattened out. Katelyn put her feet on the wall and kicked it a few times. Wheels seemed to be turning in her head. She leaned her shoulder out. She wiggled her arm between the bars and lined up. “Toss me that stuff,” she commanded pointing at his pillow and blanket. Paul tossed them to her and she arranged them between her shoulder and a bar. Paul started to tell her this was insane but the look on her face somehow convinced him to keep quiet for now. Besides, he was still processing her calling him hon. Did she mean it as a term of endearment or just an expression like how Southern women called everyone honey and sugar? He shook his mind back into focus.
Katelyn arranged the blanket and pillow against a bar about three feet in front of her at about waist height. This allowed her to crouch and gather her legs under her in a bent position. She wiggled her arm between the bars so her shoulder was up against the pillow and blanket on the bar. Her feet slithered up the wall until she was parallel. It was an impressive feat just to get to this position. Then she gritted her teeth, flexed, and Pushed! Her grunt echoed in the room as she pushed with her legs to try and heave her shoulder forward and push the bar with her. As Paul watched her muscles flexed. And flexed. And flexed some more. Her back erupted into a roadmap of muscles. Her butt pushed out so hard it looked like small creatures were inside her bottom fighting to get out. Her already huge legs bulged to insane proportions. Her face turned red and she groaned in both effort and from the pain of the bar against her shoulder. Paul stared and grew a huge erection at the sight.
He twisted and turned to hide his tented bottoms from her view and considered telling her to stop. Before he did, Katelyn grunted out in a low voice of effort, “Come on you motherfucker!” and she yelled in effort. Paul had never heard her swear like that before and then he heard the noise. A screeching noise of metal bending. Katelyn heaved and gathered steam and her body stretched to its full height, the legs extending from their crouch. She ended up pushing not only the bar the pillow was on but two bars next to them as well, creating a huge gap in the bars. She extended until her legs could not reach any farther even going to the point of going up onto her toes making her calves add to the perfectly shaped muscles showing off flexes larger than any Paul had ever seen before. His body spasmed as he watched.
Katelyn fell to her hands and knees and pulled herself from the bars. She shook out her shoulder and rotated her arm. “Well what are you waiting for, let's go,” she told Paul. As the man moved to the hole he paused. “Paul, did you?” Katelyn stopped herself as she saw the wet stain on the front of his bottoms. She instantly knew what had happened and didn't know how to take it. She didn't know whether to be mad or amused. She decided to ignore it and helped Paul out of the bars hugging him tightly enough to make him gasp.
He pushed her off. “Stop, before I get all hard again.” Katelyn stared and turned her head sideways in confusion. “She, she did something to me,” Paul fumbled. “Decker. Anya Decker. In my head, I need help.” Katelyn nodded and hugged him but more primly and kissed him on the cheek.
“I am just glad you're OK,” she said. Then she took the still unmoving body of Mrs. Bigfoot hauled her over her shoulder and carried her up the steps. Sheesh, she's got to stop doing such arousing stuff, Paul thought as he trudged up behind her. Gawd, he hated stairs.
Katelyn cuffed Mrs. B to the railing on the front porch and together they searched the house. They caught each other up on what they knew. Paul told Katelyn about Anya Decker and her obsession with stopping the Empress. He told her about Decker's ability both with her body and how she could use her mind to force thoughts into a person, but he wasn't sure if Katelyn believed him. Katelyn told Paul about Tim Martens, Jireh, finding the chemicals at the house, and what the coroner had told her.
“But if the killings are being done to unresisting bodies, why all the physical damage?” Paul mused out loud.
“I have a theory,” Katelyn started but then “oh shit,” she added as they found a body. Katelyn rolled over a woman with light gray, almost white hair. She was tall and well-built but had tremendous bruising all over her face and body.
Paul crouched down and leaned in close. It was Amanda Carpenter. “Shit,” Paul said and gingerly rubbed a hand down the woman's bruised face. “She had guts,” Paul sighed and stood. He told Katelyn how Decker had brought Amanda in and about their fight and the torture Anya had inflicted on her. Katelyn patted his shoulder.
“So Anya Decker is now wanted for murder,” Katelyn added as they went out to her car. They called in the latest killing and an APB for Decker. They waited there until a squad car came to take charge of the scene and waited for the CSI teams to arrive. Mrs. Bigfoot was still out cold when they left.
“Where we going?” Katelyn asked as they started driving.
Paul stared straight ahead out the window. “We are going to clean up, and then make a stop. I think I know where I can get some help with my uh... situation.” His hand idly rubbed across his stained bottom. Katelyn simply nodded and they sped down the road.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 14 – Lights, Camera, Action
Paul directed Katelyn to go to his place. He took a shower to clean and put on some fresh clothes. He tended to Katelyn's wounds. The giant knot on her head seemed OK and she wasn't showing any signs of concussion. The keyhole on her side was nasty though. He closed it and bandaged it as best as he could. His hands might have lingered along her muscled back and abs more than totally necessary just to do the job. Patching her amazing body was enough to have him raging again. Katelyn was polite enough to pretend not to notice. He was almost glad when he gave her one of his shirts to put on. It was a large oversized LA Ram shirt. It covered her up a bit better at least and allowed him to think. “That's my favorite comfy lie around and watch a game shirt. So, uh, don't flex it to pieces or anything,” Paul said with a smirk. Katelyn laughed, happy to see he was getting his terrible sense of humor back.
“If Amanda Carpenter told Decker where she is and she finds the Empress first...,” Katelyn started as they went back to the car. On the way out Paul had grabbed a couple sodas, a handful of granola bars, and some chips and they ate as they drove.
“Well one of them is going down,” Paul finished. “Anya has got a head start and unlike us, she knows who she's looking for.”
“Well, I am pretty sure I know who the Empress is now,” Katelyn said. “Unfortunately that doesn't mean I know where she is. And no one is talking to us.” Paul nodded, thinking grimly in his head that well we aren't torturing anyone to death for info, are we? As he mused he patted Katelyn's knee making Katelyn chuckle. “Not now, Paul, we're working.” He stuck his tongue out at her as they drove. ...
… Anya Decker broke down the door. Her body slammed through the door so severely the door flew across the room and Decker rolled six feet into the room and came up on one knee. Her red hair was tied back showing more of her gorgeous face. She wore a spandex suit that contained her large chest as well as a chest her size could be contained. It hugged down her hips and made her legs and backside look incredible.
“You could have just knocked, mon cher,” the heavily accented voice of Aline Delisle called out cheerfully. “I am happy to see you.” The Empress had her blonde hair in a ponytail that made her seem impossibly young. She was wearing a leotard that appeared painted on. Her abs rippled through the material and her chest was drilling holes into the flexible material. It was like she was already excited at what was happening.
“People are getting hurt A.D.2,” Anya said as she stood and sauntered in confidently. She walked like it was the opening salvo of a martial arts movie fight. Never taking her eyes or turning her back to her dangerous opponent. “You even killed DeMama.”
The Empress scowled and it seemed out of place on her elfin, attractive features. “That is not how it happened. Do not speak of things you do not understand. And besides I am A.D.1 and you are A.D.2, mon coeur.” Aline walked around mirroring the movements of her opponent. Her body was on heightened alert. A bright smile of delight suddenly appeared on the gorgeous features of her face. Like she was looking forward to the idea of a confrontation.
“This Empress business has gone to your head. You must be stopped,” Anya said as she stepped closer. Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “And I was ALWAYS A.D.1, my dear,” she said dripping with sarcasm.
Aline sighed. “You never could stand I was so much better than you.” The young beauty's accent dripped charm and control. “I am the Empress, and you are simply a busty woman jealous of it.
Anya Decker snarled and lunged with lightning speed at her childhood friend/nemesis. ...
… “Here?” Katelyn asked. “This is where you wanted to go?” You could hear the dubious tone.
I parted the beaded curtain at the door and entered Mother Agnes's shop. “I got a feeling, go with me on this.” The detective looked around and didn't see anyone. “Hello?” Paul said into the darkness.
“Have a seat and I will be right there,” came the voice of the fortune teller/tarot card reader Mother Agnes from somewhere in the rear of the shop. Town shrugged and had a seat and Katelyn joined him. Paul could feel the skepticism wafting off of her. “You must learn to trust in the ways of the force, grasshopper,” he said working very hard to hide any trace of a smirk.
“I think you are mixing your metaphors there, detective,” Mother Agnes replied as she sat across from us at the table. As always Paul was struck that this woman though probably pushing 60 years of age or more, exuded a sense of power. Her dark hair and pleasant face were coiffed as always. Her long white flowing robe covered her body but it moved and gave off a sense of physical power. Her manner and speech pattern similarly gave off a feeling of wisdom and command. This must have been quite helpful in her profession. When this woman said something, she was going to be believed. What was that word again, Paul thought. Gravitas. She had gravitas up the ying yang.
He hadn't even asked his first question when Katelyn leaned in closer and stared at the woman. “Mrs. Burton?”
The woman Detective Paul Town knew as Mother Agnes smiled. “You look so much like your mother Katelyn,” she said with total calm and serenity. Then her hands planted on the table and she pushed off and her legs came flying over the table in one of the more impressive moves Paul had ever seen. Her heels kicked right into Katelyn's chest and sent her flying from the table to the floor with a crash. The surprising woman landed like a cat as Paul was reaching down for his gun. Mother Agnes, or Mrs. Burton, or whoever reached down in a flash and grabbed his hand. A scream of pain ensued and Paul felt his hand break and the woman had his gun.
Katelyn stirred and Mother Agnes sent a wicked kick into her chest and knocked her back down. She turned to the astonished detective and held out the gun. “Silly things,” she said with a smile and she placed her hand on the barrel and bent it enough to make the gun useless. No really. She freaking bent the barrel of the gun! It was like something out of a damn comic book. All she needed to do was add a boohaha laugh to it to be a full-on supervillain. Paul reacted and grabbed at her but she just pushed him off. All his effort got him was a back full of wall and the woman's robe in his hands.
Paul stare. Lord knows he had imagined what Mother Agnes looked like under the robes but it was way beyond anything he ever thought of. She was wearing black shorts and a sports bra top. Her chest rivaled Katelyn's in size. Her shoulders and back and arms though were far larger. Way larger. This woman might make Gemini or Mrs. Bigfoot look skinny. Most people would work to get legs as thick as her arms. And her legs, well they just completed the idea of her being a comic book villain. She could play the She-Hulk without makeup. Or at least the She Hulk's mom.
The collection of muscles jumped ahead as Katelyn rose again. For her size, she moved like a cat. Her brawny arms gripped around the blonde's body trapping her arms to her sides. She lifted Katelyn in the air and squeezed. Town heard Katelyn wheeze and gasp air and he was petrified. After all he had seen her do, if this woman could make Katelyn gasp that way she must be as strong as an industrial press. Katelyn thrashed and kicked her legs into the woman's legs. She tried to hit her head down at her. The brute just didn't care and held on to her grip. Paul lumbered over and crashed a two-handed blow to the woman's back. She didn't even move. She was whispering something to Katelyn as Paul saw Katelyn's eyes wobble and roll back and she was out cold. Just that fast. Oh my god.
Mother Agnes turned and set Katelyn down gently. Motherly. She smiled at Town and then peered down his body. Paul knew he had another raging erection at the woman's power and the sight of her body. Even as he peered down and saw the brand of the Empress on the woman's side his erection only rose. Mrs. Burton smiled and Paul could not decide if it was a mean smile or a happy smile. She reached her hand down and gripped the man down at his erection and lifted. Her hand gripped under him and she curled the man up one-handed until her arm was parallel with the ground. Her already large arm bulged and veined and flexed hugely. Paul came and came and erupted. He wasn't sure if it was going to stop. He squirmed and bucked. The wetness rained down his legs. Mother Agnes nodded. “Yes, I think Mama has something for your problem, detective,” she said gently. Her arm curled the man into her chest and her other hand came up behind the man's head and pushed it into her giant chest. He gasped in boob and strained but he might as well be struggling against a locomotive for all the good it did him. He lost count of the cums, or was it one long cum, before he passed out....
… Anya Decker rammed into Aline Delisle. The Final battle to see who was A.D.1 and who was A.D.2 had begun in earnest. Anya's shoulder slammed into the more petite Aline. But the French pixie was made of pure muscle and moved only a shuddering half step before her elbow rocketed down into the busty woman's back causing a yell of pain. Then Aline grabbed her opponent by the hips, heaved her up in the air, and slammed her down on her back. It was a huge power slam that would have incapacitated many people. But Anya Decker was not many people. She gasped in pain and astonishment but she quickly rose up in a guarded position.
Aline chuckled. “Why do you seem so surprised? I am always the strong one n'est-ce pas?” She flexed and her arms and legs bulged with near-supernatural power. “It would appear that gap has only grown.” Aline charged Anya now to show this was true. She did nearly the same charging tackle Anya had tried moments ago and her tackle sent the busty woman skittering across the floor and having to scramble back to her feet. When she rose Aline was right there hammering a hook into her ribs. An uppercut to her chin. The French girl tittered loving the struggle.
Anya stepped back and rubbed her lip to check for damage from that last blow. She gathered herself up, “You must be stopped!” she roared and rushed in. This time she dive-rolled past the defense of the lithe girl and before Aline could defend, she kicked her in the back. This got the first cry of pain from the Empress.
“You are so dramatic,” Aline said arching her back. “You do not understand what I am doing here. You would be welcome.” She cracked her knuckles and her look got intense. “Or you can pay the price.”
“Delusions of grandeur,” Anya snarled out and threw a kick at the side of the woman's leg. The intent was to make the leg bend and then follow in from that angle to tackle her. That was the plan anyway. But Aline's leg took the kick and remained in position and rock firm. Anya was shocked. She had kicked great bears of men and women and never had one just stood there and took it. Not HER kick! Committed to the action she was already halfway into the tackle to what was supposed to be a vulnerable leg. This leg was not vulnerable. Aline lifted her leg back cocked it back in the blink of an eye and kicked. The kick landed on the redhead's body right into the chest. She was barreling forward but the force of her kick sent her flying back the other way. All that power and momentum was just instantly changed in the other direction and flew all the way back to the wall of the room.
Aline held the foot there like she was posing for a second. Then she put the foot down and chuckled. “What have you been doing in Tibet. Stripping for tips?” She hopped in and sent another kick into Anya's sculpted midsection. “Because it sure wasn't working on your fighting skills, was it?” Then the Empress rocketed off five more quick kicks into Anya's core in rapid succession. The sound was like little muffled explosions going off. With the wall there there was nowhere for Anya to go and all she could do was absorb the blows. She ended up on her knees heaving for air. Even as tight as the outfit was, her large chest bounced from it. “Are you too used to just swaying those big boobies around and having everyone fall at your feet?” Aline taunted. Then she spun and kicked her across the cheek with a flourish and Anya flew to the floor and lay there.
“Pathetic,” Aline cooed out. “And here I was looking forward to a challenge for once.” Aline's feet glided like a dancer over to her downed opponent. Anya gagged for air and blinked her eyes trying to recover. ...
... Paul and Katelyn woke to a splash of water across the face. Both found they were tied to a chair. Katelyn pulled and found it was the sort of rope that could hold back elephants so it might take her a while to pull loose of it. Paul was cleaned, but pantsless and was wearing underwear that appeared to be yellow with a large smiley face emoji on it. “Nice undies,” Katelyn quipped with a smile.
“Well good to know you haven't lost your sense of humor, seeing we are about to die and all,” Paul chuckled back. He saw his hand had been wrapped and bandaged. And it seemed Katelyn's side had similarly been sewn and bandaged way better than he had been able to in his bathroom. What was going on here?
“I am sorry Detective Town,” Mother Agnes said. She was also cleaned up and back in her robe. Or a new one. “I had nothing else suitable for you to put on. Don't ask where I got these either,” she said with a laugh. Then the muscled woman turned to Katelyn. “Ahh, Ms. Whitcomb. I have followed your career since you were this high,” she said pointing to a spot about 4 feet off the floor. “I apologize for the, uh, rough introduction. I did not think you would listen to me otherwise.”
“Paul,” Katelyn announced like it was a formal engagement. “I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Burton. One of the founders of Virago Moderne. Hmm, I am not sure if I knew your first name was Agnes or I might have made the connection earlier.”
Agnes Burton smiled happily and bowed her head. Right now Paul wasn't sure if this was a genuinely happy look or one of a madwoman. Hoping for genuinely happy he bit back any normal snarky remarks he had ready and just nodded his head. “Thank you for patching us up.”
“Ahh, ever the detective, Mr. Town.” Agnes Burton walked in closer and Paul didn't know whether to flinch or get hard again. “Why do I help you if I am just out to hurt you?” the detective wonders. She shrugged her wide broad shoulders and now Paul did start to stir and the happy face emoji started tenting upward. “Ahh, yes to matters at hand,” Agnes said as she reached a hand out under Paul's face and PHEW blew some powder into his face. “The answer is because I am your friend, and I am here to help you. Do you believe I am here to help you Detective Town?
“Sure, you're an angel,” Paul said before he could stop his mouth from saying it. He coughed, sputtering the white powder back out, and blinked his watering eyes.
Mother Agnes laughed and flexed her arm right up under Paul's eyes. The bicep grew as big as his head and was shaped to perfection. It looked like a Popeye cartoon. All it needed was an anchor or a battleship or something to appear on it. “Well then, do you believe I could make you cum 150 times? That you would release over and over until you had no more water in your body and still your penis would jerk for more because I willed it to?” She gently bumped the arm into Paul's face and flexed it.
Paul gulped. “Yeah, that one I believe.” His erection throbbed out now lifting the smiley face until it looked like it was sticking its tongue out.
Katelyn jerked and pulled at her bonds. “What the heck is going on here?” Her gaze was drawn to the rising smiley emoji. Damn, Paul had a big dick. She flushed red that she would notice that at a time like this.
“Shh, Katelyn dear,” Agnes clucked like a mother hen. “Tibetan Seven Step Mind Training can be used to control many things.” Agnes Burton flexed her arm like she was hypnotizing the man with it. And perhaps she was. Her voice was soft and caring. “It has allowed practitioners to control their breathing and metabolic processes to the point of near hibernation. Or to swim in freezing water across great distances. This might be the first time I have seen it used to give someone a permanent erection to muscle. He must have had a predilection to it to start with.” The woman chuckled a bit and her chest bounced up and down impressively. Paul twitched. “Forgive me I do not mean to chuckle at your plight.” Her bicep bounced up and down as she flexed and there was no doubt now she was hypnotizing him with her bicep peak.
Katelyn started to speak and Agnes held out her finger on her other hand pointing at her to keep quiet. She continued to talk soothingly to Paul as she flexed her arm up and down. His erection throbbed and grew and seemed ready to erupt. It went on and on. Paul was in a hypnotic state now but still so aroused. The words grew so quiet, like whispering into Paul's ear now and Katelyn could not hear it. Some sort of guided meditation thing but Katelyn was not able to catch all the details. After about 15 minutes Paul's erection started to dial itself back. Mother Agnes tested this by flexing harder. She made her arm bulge, grow veined, and totally pumped. There was some stirring but it seemed manageable now. She whispered something into Paul's ear and his eyes closed and he seemed to sleep.
Then Agnes Burton leaned over into Katelyn. She whispered to her, “Just between you and me the white powder is nothing and just meant to get his attention.” She chuckled and even Katelyn had to admit, OK that's quite a rack there. “I have put a band-aid on his compulsion. He will need more eventually. I will give you instructions.” She stood and stared at Katelyn intently. Katelyn nodded that she understood.
Smiling, Mother Agnes returned to Town. “I have given you the sacred white powder,” she winked at Katelyn. “I have said the healing words. Your mind is your own. Join us and be refreshed.” Then she clapped her hands and Paul's eyes blinked and opened.
Paul looked around and then down at himself. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you,” he said with true feeling behind it. “Now what the hell is that brand on your side?”
Agnes Burton laughed. A true, deep, rich laugh. Her body heaved with it. Her face lit up with it. “I do love a blunt man.” She went back to her chair and sat down. “OK, I will tell the history of the Empress.” …
… Aline Delisle stalked over to the downed woman. She grabbed her by the neck, heaved her up, and slammed her to the wall with one hand. She held the busty body there kicking and squirming as she held it by the neck in her left hand. Her right hand heaved back and punched, punched, punched into the woman's hot abs. Air shot out and Anya's body jerked and sputtered. “What did you think was going to happen here, mon ami?” She punched up higher just up under the giant boobs just to amuse herself. Anya yelped in pain and twitched and jerked in response. It amused Aline so much that she hit there again. “The same thing that always happened when you challenged me to anything.” One more punch for good measure and Anya was spasming in pain.
She slammed Anya back onto her feet and grabbed her biceps in her hands to hold her arms at her sides. She leaned in tight staring at the pained woman straight in the eye. “You can be at my side. You can see what I am building. I did not kill anyone.” Her grip dug into the strong woman's arms. They were going to leave giant bruises there.
Anya was in disbelief. All her work. All her effort. And yet Aline was still this far ahead of her. “No, no, you lie,” she spit out jealously. “You always get what you want, I always get what's left over. I am not going to be the Empress's leftover.” She leaned in and kissed Aline's lips hard surprising the woman. She inhaled her breath into her lungs. Her arm was suddenly free and it ran down the sculpted girl's abs to her crotch and rubbed and teased. “Now you will see, what I have been working on,” she said as her eyes stared into Aline's deeply and pushed her mental will into it. ...
… “The idea for the name Virago Moderne was mine,” Agnes Burton said like a professor lecturing a class. A class tied to their chairs and held captive, but attentive nonetheless. “The very name and thought of a woman being strong had become so anathema that the term Virago had a bad connotation.”
Paul strained hard not to make a snarky comment. He felt Katelyn's leg kick his chair and he nodded, yeah, yeah I know.
Agnes Burton went on as if not noticing her audience's antics. “Soon I saw even the club was not enough. Sure, we built bodies. But, we weren't teaching them what to do with it. How to approach the world as a proud, strong woman. Katelyn, your mother understood.”
Katelyn snarled a bit, “Don't even put her name on your lips you,” before she could even finish the thought Mrs. Burton's hand slapped Katelyn so hard she saw stars and blinked. Her jaw opened and closed.
“I adored your mother! Don't besmirch what you don't understand.” Agnes Burton arched up tall and flexed her body. “I am the First Empress. Was the First Empress. I created the lore. I took the stories your nannies told you girls at night and made them a reality. I taught a generation how to be strong without being mean. How to be powerful without being condescending.”
“Yeah that seemed a real love tap you gave my partner,” Paul moaned out rolling his eyes. For a moment he thought he was about to get his own slap for his troubles. But Mother Agnes's eyes calmed down and she controlled herself.
“Yes, I apologize dear Katelyn. You just don't understand. This case has confused you.” She caressed Katelyn's face where the red mark from the slap still remained. “I am sorry. But the Empress exists to teach that strong women and strong men can coexist. That being strong does not mean you are a Virago, but that you are an Empress!” Agnes Burton arched back and her robe fell open like a cape. She flexed and her body bulged all over. Her arms lifted and grew. Her lats looked like wings of immense power as her back roared so wide. Her chest pushed out and her top seemed in genuine danger of exploding. Paul felt stirrings but thought they were under control and that they were just normal stirrings - because holy shit she was hot for an old broad.
Mother Agnes, the First Empress continued. “And then I passed it on to a new generation. The New Empress will surpass even me. I took her brand to show my fealty to her guidance.” She rubbed her hand over the brand on her muscled obliques as her hands came down and she relaxed. Even relaxed, her muscles now had veins and ripples showing.
“And the New Empress promptly went out on a murdering spree,” Paul grunted turning his head to the side in anticipation of the smack. Mother Agnes frowned and pursed her lips.
“No, she didn't,” Katelyn said. Paul and Agnes both turned to her with surprise. “Aline Delisle hasn't killed anyone.”
“Ahh,” Agnes Burton clapped her hands, her muscles moving hotly with the motion. “You understand way more than I thought, my child.” …
… Aline Delisle orgasmed. Wetness soaked her leotard and ran down her legs like a river. Like the dam had bust loose. And in a way it had. The dam in her brain had given way and nothing could stop it now. She came and came and her body jerked and smacked the wall so hard her butt left an imprint on the wall. A perfect Empress-shaped imprint.
Anya Decker smirked. “Finally! You are the helpless damsel and I am the one in control. I could make you cum til your body collapsed from dehydration.” Anya wound back and punched Aline Delisle in the chest in a manner close to what had been done to her. “But what fun would that be?” She picked up Aline in her arms, got her overhead, and arched her back in a backbreaker. “Gawd, what is it like, to cum while screaming in pain. Tell me, dear. Tell me, killer!”
Aline arched and squirmed and it was true. Her back screamed in pain at the hold. Yet her body came at the same time. It made it seem almost like the pain was causing the orgasm and that was sure a real mindfuck. She put it all in compartments. Her disciplined mind put the pain in a drawer. The arousal in another. Just the way Mother Agnes had taught her. Analyze it. Compartmentalize it. And move forward.
Anya noticed Aline no longer screamed in pain or jerked with cums. Angry, she heaved forward and slammed the woman to the wall. Aline slid down, blood oozing from a cut on her forehead. Anya took a step and made a full-on soccer kick right between Aline's legs. Aline cried out as her body ricocheted off the wall. Anya pulled her up, holding her to the wall and buried her knee into her abs. And repeated that a second time. “Scream for me. Confess, or you will cum your life away!”
Aline grunted but the bangs to her abs were only pleasurable now. Hmm. Maybe that was the key here. Mix the two parts. Mix the compartments in her mind together. Let the pleasure mix with the pain. She did her mantra. In her head, she swept up all the pain, put it in a pile, and put it away. She swept up all the arousal. So, so much arousal. You had to give Anya credit, she knew her craft. This much arousal seemed impossible. She put it in two drawers, no, three drawers. MMM. Aline pulled at her leotard. It wasn't really covering anything anymore. Wetness gushed down her legs and actually splashed on the abs of the busty woman's leotard.
Anya chuckled and wiped her hand down her abs and pressed the fingers to Aline's mouth. “Here, taste yourself Killer.” She hand smothered the hand into her nose and lips feeding them to her and smothering some at the same time. She banged Aline's head back into the wall. Anya rubbed her other hand down her body gripped at her crotch and squeezed. Wetness oozed in all directions. She lifted her up again and heaved her overhead. Her chest pushed out while her back and arms flexed. She took a step and slammed Aline to the floor so hard that a spiderweb of cracks formed around her back.
Ooh, now that one hurt Aline moaned. And yet more cums. Mix. Put it together. Change it. Mold it in your brain. The brain is the real power. Muscles are only the conduit for what the brain tells them. Mother Agnes help me now, she moaned.
Anya pulled her up. She gripped Aline like the way that had just been done to her. She took her by the neck lifted and choke-slammed her right into the wall. She held her there gripping her neck tighter and tighter. “Confess, tell me why you killed our friends. DeMama. You killed DeMama!” Her arm flexed. Her hand shook and whitened in an effort to crush. And her other hand held down at the crotch and forced more cums to keep her under control. She'd break, Anya knew. They all do.
Ahh, Ahhh. Aline moaned. The pain radiated out her back. Her neck. Choking and gagging. The arousal thrummed in her pussy and out in waves of spasms. Her abs clenched so hard from cums she could bend steel bars in the ridges. That's it! I have found the combination, she thought. Feed the arousal into the compartment for muscle. Feed the arousal into the pain. Smother the pain with arousal. There is no pain. The arousal is too high for it. So much arousal. There is no more pain, it is all just part of the arousal. The arousal is power. It feeds the muscle. Engorged it. It's like sitting on a volcano of power. You just had to know where to put it in your brain. Suddenly, Aline opened her eyes smiled at Anya, and laughed. “You fool mon cher. Did you ever stop to think what would happen if arousal made me... stronger?” She gripped Anya's hand on her neck and just wrenched it off in a simple motion.
“What? Wait, you can't do that!” Anya wailed and punched Aline in the chest. The Empress laughed. …
… “What the hell are you talking about? The little French pixie?”
“Is way more powerful than you can even imagine,” Agnes Burton interrupted. “She is my successor in every way. Past me in every way. She is the perfect choice to take the mantle and lead a new generation.”
“But the killings,” Paul grunted.
“Timothy Martens did the killings,” Katelyn burst in. “I am not fully sure why yet. But it's definitely him. He was jealous or something and set out to take down strong women. Drugged them and stared into their eyes as he smothered them.”
Mother Agnes nodded her head and urged Katelyn to go on. “Timmy was a pretty boy, but he was broken in a struggle with young Aline. She was barely 14 or 15 at the time and prone to fits of excitement. She felt so bad she vowed to take care of him always.”
Katelyn's eyes lit up. “Yes! That makes sense. Martens drugged the women and killed them and Aline Delisle covered it up by smashing their head and knee. I don't know why the knee, maybe it's just meant to be confusing and toss in a red herring and make us think Joad was involved or something. I think I even know what she used to do it, but I will need to get to Virago Moderne to confirm it.” Agnes Burton and Katelyn started enthusiastically talking to each other and going over the details and kept saying how it all fit.
Paul shook his head. “Wait, wait. You're telling me this Martens guy killed these superwomen by giving them drugs? And the pixie...” He cleared his throat at the look Agnes Burton gave him as he called Aline Deslisle that. “Excuse me, the Empress, is just covering up evidence by smashing their heads?”
“YES,” Katelyn and Agnes yelled together in unison so perfect they should have formed a music group together.
Paul sat back, took a deep breath and relaxed. “Well, shit. Untie me then and we will go get him.”
Mother Agnes laughed. “Have your partner do it. She has broken her bonds long ago.”
Katelyn smiled sheepishly and lifted her hands in front of her with the broken elephant rope. She leaned over and untied Paul. “I was just waiting for the right moment to strike,” she explained. “We were getting some good info.”
“Hey, I am not complaining,” Paul laughed. “I am just jealous.”
Mother Agnes stood with her hands out like she was waiting to be taken into custody. Paul stared at her. THIS body could probably snap the handcuffs in two if she wished. “Tell us where to find the pix, uhh Aline, uhh The Empress and we will call it all a misunderstanding and not press any charges.”
Mother Agnes looked over to Katelyn who nodded her agreement. “Heck the way you patched us up and took the hex off of Paul, you helped us more than hurt us. Tell us where Aline is. I promise she will get every chance to clear this up.”
“Well, I do have a broken hand,” Paul complained.
“Shut up, honey,” Katelyn hissed at him and Paul stared at her again having to wonder.
Mother Agnes Burton nodded and gave them an address. …
… Aline took Anya's arm off her throat and held it up high. She stepped and yanked and flipped Anya in a complete circle with it. She grabbed her under the shoulders flung her in the air to the ceiling and caught her. She lifted her one-handed and tossed her up and caught her with her other arm almost like she was juggling her. Power, such power, Aline thought. Will it always be like this? Or is this only because of what Anya pushed into my head? Can I duplicate that and do this anytime? So many questions. This could be the start of a whole new generation. An era of superwomen. She had to test, to see if she could teach others to find in her head what she had found.
“Gawd A.D.2, I have to thank you!” Aline beamed as she tossed Anya to the wall with a casual flip of her hand. “Arousal as fuel. You have given me so much power! I can teach you. You are so advanced already that you will get it before anyone else. You already know how to tap into your mind and..”
“NO!” Anya Decker cried and charged. She was not going to be upstaged by her small friend yet again. Why does she think I left to wander the world in the first place? I was tired of being her sidekick. No more! “You killed DeMama!” She charged in so fast she was a blur of movement.
Aline simply stood still and let Anya slam into her. She giggled. “MMM, that felt good. I killed no one. Join me, you can know how this feels.”
Anya was in a rage, over the top. She punched and punched and hit Aline's body over and over. Thud after thud rained into her body and the Empress simply stood there arms on her hips and feet spread like she was a superhero. Aline told her the whole story. About Timmy, his obsession with strong women. How he worked at using the drugs so he could keep a victim still and smother them.. How she mangled the bodies to cover for the poor wretch. How he had come across Aunt Jenn after Aline had taken her down and drugged her as well. “I could not let Timmy go to jail. I will deal with him next. I know what to do now. You have shown me.”
Finally, Anya gasped spent and collapsed forward, and sobbed. She sunk to her knees her body heaving. To lose was one thing, for her to just stand there like that was too much. Aline was not a killer. She was truly, The Empress. “You win as always A.D.1. You are The Empress. But I cannot follow. I am the Anti Empress. I have done terrible things. I..” She paused and her voice broke. “I killed Amanda Carpenter in my search for you. I didn't mean to, but she was strong and I HAD to know where you were. So I made her tell me. I broke her and she did not survive.”
The Empress scowled. Amanda was a dear one. She was actually her first choice to teach her new technique to. She had the mind for it. She was mentally tough. What a waste. Aline leaned in and hugged her friend. OK, squeezed her. Crushed her, to be even more accurate. Anya didn't resist. Either because she knew it was futile or because she felt she deserved it, Aline did not know. She squeezed Anya to the edge of unconsciousness and then let go. She took her head and tilted it up to hers. She had never tried Anya's thought-pushing before, but she thought she had the idea of it in her head now. She stared her in the eye and held her close. Anya screamed and collapsed back.
Aline carried her friend to a couch and laid her on it. She looked around and got some paper. …
… Katelyn and Paul burst into the house. They found Anya Decker passed out on a couch. On her large chest was a note pinned to it. Katelyn picked it up and read. “She should be harmless now. She will still be strong, I can't help that. That belongs to her muscles. But her mind belongs to me. She will not be able to push people with her mind anymore. Treat her well.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Paul grunted. Katelyn just held out the note and let him read it. “Her mind belongs to me. OK, whatever.” He woke Decker up enough to inform her they were arresting her for the murder of Amanda Carpenter and then handcuffed her. She did seem awfully compliant and unresisting. Her mind belongs to me? Good lord, that was scary, Paul thought.
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 15 – The Beginning Of The End
The oddly stoic Anya Decker was sent off and booked. It was sort of spooky how the arrogant woman was now so quiet and passive. She only responded when asked a direct question. Then she answered with great detail until you told her to stop. She instantly stopped when you asked. Creepy. Katelyn and Paul drove to Virago Moderne. Paul was thinking about this messing with your mind stuff. And what happened to them with Mother Agnes. It was gnawing at him now and he had to let it out.
“Decker wiped me out like a small child. Agnes Burton took us both out in a couple seconds. What the heck is Aline..”
“We call for backup, use our guns. We do our damn jobs,” Katelyn broke in with an almost angry tone. Maybe she wasn't exactly so happy how Mrs, Burton had taken her down in such a flash herself.
Paul reached for his holster. “Shit, my gun.” He held up his useless gun and shook his head. “Should have gotten a new one when I had the chance. But hell, bullets probably bounce off The Empress.”
Katelyn grabbed his thigh and squeezed. It felt good and hurt at the same time. “OK, you're worried. You might even feel in over your head 'cause you've been roughed up some.” Katelyn pulled the car over and stopped. She stared Paul in the eyes. “But look what you have gotten done also. Just like you always do, you don't stop. You dig and dig and find the truth. You're a freaking bulldog. You're Detective Paul Fucking Town and you get the job done.” Katelyn leaned over to her partner and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.
Paul felt her chest leaning onto his pecs. He gasped in the kiss. It was nice. Beyond nice. When Katelyn pulled back he smiled. “Well I have been roughed up a lot, like 10 times this case, so maybe I need some more of that pep talk.” He smiled and made his eyebrows rise. Katelyn laughed leaned in and kissed him again. A soft, but passionate kiss. Her finger under his chin held it there until she finally pulled back. She smiled when she saw it leaving Paul breathless. Paul inhaled and smiled in return. “And I always considered myself more an American Staffordshire Terrier. They are bulldog-like but cuter.”
“Woof,” Katelyn responded and put the car back into gear. “Now you're just pushing it. Besides, I am the one that solved this one, I was just being nice.” She glanced over at him to show she was teasing. “And if you think that little appetizer was nice, wait til we finish this case and I will show you what I can really do.”
Paul laughed. “What would I do without my sidekick?” Then he got a bit serious and patted her leg. “Yes, I think we need the damn National Guard to take this woman in. So thank you for making me so horny I will charge in anyway.” He winked back at her. “Waving my broken gun.” He waved around his weapon with the bent barrel in the car. They both laughed hard, the stress of the last few days bursting out of them both. It wasn't even that funny, but like how a laugh at church or some other forbidden place is always the hardest to hold back, the dam had burst. They laughed so hard Katelyn had to pull over again to clear the tears from her eyes.
When they got to Virago Moderne they informed Gemini and whoever would listen that they had an arrest warrant for Aline Delisle for tampering with a crime scene. And for Timothy Martens for murder. They both figured if they made it clear that Aline was not being sought for the murders they might get some cooperation.
Katelyn led Paul to the CrossFit matted area and grabbed one of the tapered bats-styled weights. An Indian Club, I guess was the technical term for them. Just updated and more sleek and modern looking. She handed Paul the large one with the large head on the end. Paul grunted and nearly dropped the heavy club. He wondered if this damn place had something like this made special or if they actually made ones this damn heavy normally. He needed two hands to hold it as he went through some motions with it. “Yes, this might do the sort of damage we see on the head,” he agreed. “I guess get CSI down here to test all of this for blood. But, it wouldn't be just sitting here would it?” Katelyn shrugged but agreed it was a good idea.
On the way out, a group stood in front of them. It included Joyce Lewin and several other members senior at the club. Plus, there were several other bodies he didn't recognize. Gemini was there of course and Deena Alaniz looking so tiny but formidable next to her. Or maybe, just Paul knowing what she was capable of made it feel that way to him. Heck, all these women looked like they could mow through a professional football team without needing pads. Oh great, now Paul had THAT vision in his head. Deena Alaniz in a bikini running roughshod through the San Francisco 49ers defense would be something he would pay big money to see. Her smiling visage as her hot body ran over 300 pound bodies like a bowling ball sending pins flying. Focus, Paul. Focus.
Nana Mitzy walked out. She seemed the unofficial leader of this group. “We just wanted to let you know Hoss, that we appreciate all you went through to figure this stuff out.” Paul would have sworn she was gonna say figger instead of figure, but I guess Mitzy Rodrigues was always one to do the unexpected. “We might not have been the most helpful here at VM and it might have...” She paused and changed tracks. “We know it's been a strain on you and we want you to know we will do everything we can to help you close this case.” Her hand came out and shook Paul's hand and he nodded, smiled, and thanked her.
As he walked out he kept turning around and staring at the statuesque muscled MILF. Heck, grandMilf I guess if there's such a thing. “What is it?” Katelyn asked.
“Oh, I guess I just have to go through life having the hottest experience of my life be with someone everyone else calls Nana.” Paul laughed as he stared at the amazing woman.
“Well, we can see about that, but let's finish the case first.” Katelyn kept her face calm just to see Paul's reaction. This time, Paul thought the erection he felt had nothing to do with what Anya Decker had done to him.
The detectives went back to the station. With their new information, they took a shot at some of the people they held in custody. Yuko Abramson, Melissa Shipley, and Janet Parker were all still no help, however. Paul even went with brutal honesty and told them they now knew Tim Martens was the killer and that Aline Delisle had only tried to cover up evidence and throw them off the trail. But if any of them were shocked to learn that they knew Aline was the Empress they did not show it. Either they didn't trust him, or they thought even implicating their Empress in a lower crime was still a no-no but they all remained frustratingly quiet.
Katelyn combed the evidence looking for any other locations or places Martens might go to hide. He was apparently quite a recluse these days and they didn't even really have a good recent description for him. The Lewins refused to comment and referred her to their attorney. It was starting to look like they were going to need a lucky break or someone to come forward if they were going to find where their fugitives were holed up.
They found out that Mrs. Bigfoot's name was Gertrude Vanderloop. She had a record but had been paroled six years ago. “Gertrude?” Paul said with a bemused expression. “No wonder she turned to a life of crime.” Katelyn rolled her eyes and furiously dug in trying to find where Tim Martens and Aline Delisle would hide. Detective Katelyn Whitcomb fingered her thumb over the surface of a tarot card with the emblem of the Empress on it that she had taken from Mother Agnes's shop. She whispered, “Where are you, Empress?”
The Empress meditated. She could feel the power in her muscles as she funneled arousing images into her system. It worked. Finally, after hours of trying she seemed to find the pathway. It was not the power she had felt when Anya had fueled her libido. But now that she knew this could work, the rest was just practice and refinement. She thought she might be able to make herself into the world's first true superhero. The thought made her excited. The excitement made her biceps bulge. She smiled.
Aline swung her toned legs off the bed of the cheap motel she had checked into and rose to her feet. This was the sort of place used to payments in cash and people who might only stay for a couple hours. It would not remain safe for long though. The police would find her, she did sort of stick out after all. So, now on to business. Ahh, Timmy. My sweet Timmy, she thought. She dialed her phone. A male voice answered. “Mon amour,” she said making her voice sound as alluring as possible. “I have decided to help you. Meet me at Virago Moderne in an hour and we can further your plan.” You could hear excited chatter at the other end of the connection. Once she disconnected, she gripped the phone and squeezed it. It disintegrated into pieces so small it was nearly dust. “Ooh how dramatic,” The Empress laughed surprising herself with how much power she had just put into her squeeze. She knew she just had to take the card out of the phone to stop its being traced. But this was more fun. Then she looked over her clothes and picked out something to put on. A superhero should look the part after all.
Aline broke through the back door of Virago Moderne and went in. Somehow, Timmy was already there ahead of her. How he had gotten in, she did not know. Timmy had his ways. For instance, how he had delivered the drugs to the girls Aline had still not figured out. When she had arrived, they were already dead. She had figured it was only a matter of time before they traced this to him, so she had worked to delay the forensics. Making the body unrecognizable seemed a natural conclusion. The destroyed knee was just a moment of inspiration when her mind wandered that she would have expected this sort of thing from Joad, way before Timmy. Her sweet little Timmy.
Well not so little. Tim Martens was 6'3” tall though his hunched carriage might not have allowed you to notice that. His lean, taut body showed little of the muscled tone that had made him such a heartthrob and popular trainer. Aline had certainly not meant to kick his back that hard. I mean, what fun is an incapacitated body after all. She had been young, and he was so large, she just hadn't learned how to subdue a body without injuring it at that point. Now, he was her responsibility. She had made him like this, so she had to deal with it.
Tim Martens was peering around a corner. His hair hung across his face and he swept it back with a birdlike motion. He smiled at Aline. He whispered. “Empress, look!” He pointed and Aline took a careful glance. Deena Alaniz was completing what seemed to be a gymnastics routine. “It's her. Joanie. From all those videos. Oh, can I have her?”
For someone who had developed a pathological hatred of strong women, he sure watched them a lot. He had every “Joanie” video from L & M Productions and watched them often. Aline could not understand how he could be both aroused by her abilities in those videos and driven to then want to kill her. She knew it had something to do with his feeling so powerless, and this was his way of demonstrating power. She had tried to direct his anger into less violent activities, but it seemed to only make it worse. My fault, Aline thought again.
“Oh, my poor Timmy.” Aline put her hand out to him. For the first time, he seemed to notice her outfit. His eyebrows rose and Aline thought she could see a change in the geometry of his bottoms. She smirked a bit as she put her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. She lifted him and swung him in a semicircle until his back hit the wall. He dropped his cane. “I have taken care of you for years. Let me ask you one thing. If you had the chance, would you kill me?”
Tim Martens's eyes traveled up and down over the woman's perfect shape. His hands traced down her arms and over her abs. The tent in his bottoms grew ever more pronounced. He nodded his head. "Yes, My Empress. It would be the supreme achievement of my life to see the light go out of your eyes.” He said it so simply and casually, the way a normal person would answer how are they doing today.
Aline's heart sank. Then her eyes narrowed. She drew her fist back and hit him as hard as she could in the stomach. He gagged and sputtered and shuddered in agony. “I thought you were harmless,” she said. “I was wrong. I am sorry.” He gurgled busted up inside. Her hand on his mouth kept him quiet and plastered to the wall. She lifted her other arm and flexed it in front of his eyes. His eyes went wide and even in his agony, his hands pawed over the peak. She hadn't needed to punch him to accomplish this. It just made her feel better. The Empress tightened her grip and forced his chin to turn to her. So she could stare into his eyes and correct her mistake as best she could.
Timmy struggled for quite a while. His mind was strong. But his love of her muscle was higher so slowly he listened. He complied. Hell, he came so much it looked like there had been a rainstorm inside his pants. Now, sort of glazed over, he slumped down and sat. The Empress figured he'd stay there until someone told him to move. So she went to take care of the other matter.
A little after 11:00 that night the break arrived. Detective Paul Town was looking at the case file for the ten thousandth time. Feeling sheepish he tugged the overhead lamp down closer. Damn eyes. He was perusing some witness statements when his phone rang. It was Deena Alaniz. “He is here, Paul. Timmy. I walked around the corner and here he is!”
Town jerked up out of his chair so hard he banged his head on the lamp. “Where are you, Virago Moderne?” he yelled, ignoring the pain in his head. Paul waved his hand and yelled/whispered at an officer to get Katelyn. On the other end of the phone, Paul heard what he thought was muffled struggling and a voice. A voice with a sexy French accent.
Though they had not gotten confirmation from Deena, the detectives sped off to Virago Moderne. They sent a patrol unit to Deena's apartment just in case. Katelyn used her phone while Paul drove like a maniac. It was the one time in his police career that he had driven like it was one of those car chases the police always have in the movies. He was swerving around corners with screeching tires, and beeping his way past cars aggressively. He made it to the fitness club in record time.
Paul had thought Katelyn had been trying to call Deena back but he was mistaken. When they arrived at Virago Moderne, Joyce Lewin and Cheryl Murphy were there, along with Gemini. Gemini had a scowl, but she made a scowl look good. For once, her cross-armed bodyguard stance seemed directed not at him, but at the two Executive Committee members of Virago Moderne. It appeared she might have twisted some arms to get them here. Maybe literally. Joyce Lewin bowed her head a bit swiped a card and entered a code to let them into the club. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she just let them pass without comment.
Katelyn was in front and Paul shuffling behind. They had their guns drawn. A metal clinking sound came from the matted area used for CrossFit. Nodding at each other they approached. It was Aline Delisle. The Empress. She was wearing a white leotard that hugged her toned body like a second skin. Abs rippled through the material. Her chest pushed out hotly. It had a red belt low at the waistline. A gold, braided rope went over the left shoulder and under the right arm. Her hair was swept back. To complete the look were some red boots. They looked athletically cut, like something a pro wrestler would wear. They gave the look of boots but were functional to move in also. The whole outfit looked almost like a cosplay of Power Girl, other than PG usually was portrayed with boobs the size of Alaska. She looked like a superhero right down to the battle scars, a cut on her forehead, and a slight black eye on her left cheek.
Katelyn stepped out with her gun leveled at the woman. “CSI found the Indian Club,” she said. “We know you didn't kill anyone Aline, but you still have to come with us.” Paul stepped out and flanked The Empress on the other side. It was odd how he now thought of her in his head as The Empress. Maybe it was the costume and the air of power she gave off right now. He noticed how Katelyn used her name, I guess sort of like how Dumbledore, called Voldemort, Tom. Names have power. He stared at The Empress in her outfit. Her body rippled so tight he might have sworn she had an unearthly power as well. But, perhaps her arrogance in leaving the weapon she had used out in plain sight would be her undoing.
Aline smiled. For a woman with two guns pointed at her, she was calm and relaxed. “Yes, I could not decide. Was it riskier to leave the club here, or for people to notice it was missing? Quel domage." The Empress smirked and looked to her side. "Detectives. I have something here you might want to see.” With a quick jerk, she leaned to the side and pulled a body out in front of her. It was Deena Alaniz. “Isn't she a remarkable creature?” She shook the woman's body like it was weightless. Deena appeared to be out cold. Hopefully just out cold. “She unfortunately found me here, and I had to take her down, but you know I think she gave me a black eye in the process. Can you imagine that? To me! The Empress!” Aline's eyes were wide and seemed almost a bit manic. She might be starting to take this Empress stuff a little too seriously.
Paul edged in closer. “Put her down Aline and come with us. You are under arrest. Where is Tim Martens!” He managed to use his commanding, police voice even as inside he was shaking some.
Katelyn and Paul whirled as other bodies came into the workout area. Mitzy, Gemini, Joyce Lewin, and Cheryl Murphy all came up behind the detectives. Paul spun towards them and Mitzy roared at him, “Get her, Hoss!”
The Empress laughed and held the body of Deena as a shield. “Detectives, Timmy is around the corner. He is not a threat to anyone anymore. He will confess to his crimes. But I do not think I am allowing you to arrest me today. Anya showed me. She didn't mean to, but she led me to a breakthrough. I must learn more. I can not be stopped now.” She shook the body and Deena's eyes blinked and opened some. “One day, I might test if I am bulletproof. For now, put down your guns or this delightful creature will be destroyed. Which would sadden me greatly, because she is a true goddess.”
Katelyn and Paul looked at each other slowly lowered their weapons and dropped them to the floor. The Empress motioned for them to kick them to her. She took their guns and twisted them in knots. Gawd, they are never going to believe I ruined another gun, Paul moaned in his head. The Empress bowed to them and set Deena aside and stepped back a bit.
It was at this point that Aline Delisle seemed to realize that there was no exit from this area of the gym behind her. She laughed and cracked her knuckles. Katelyn was the first to step up. “I would have expected nothing less,” the Empress said with a nod. Katelyn lunged a left-handed jab intended to hit and grab the woman at the collar. Katelyn's arm hit in forcefully, and the muscle bulged to pull. The Empress held her ground, gripped Katelyn's arm at the wrist and elbow, and forcefully threw her into the wall up next to Paul. Katelyn groaned in surprised pain and slid down the wall shaking out her arm.
Paul jumped over to check on Katelyn. She motioned for him to go get her and that she was fine, though truth be told, she didn't look so fine. The two senior members of the Virago Moderne Executive Committee, Joyce Lewin and Cheryl Murphy charged the Empress in unison. It looked like a well-rehearsed move as the two impressive women rushed in hard. The Empress stood her ground and laughed as they crashed into her. Two well-muscled shoulders slammed into the French woman's torso at each side. And stopped dead as the Empress only took a half step back before stopping their progress. Aline lifted her arms up high, the muscles showing off in her arms and abs as she crashed her arms down to the two women's backs simultaneously. They gasped and fell to their knees. Aline grabbed the two heads and crashed them together hard enough for an echoing sound to reverberate. Cherly Murphy groaned but Joyce Lewin was unmoving and evidently out cold, her head cocked sideways. Not yet satisfied, the Empress grabbed the two women by the collar, lifted them in the air, and crashed their bodies together like cymbals back to back. The muted crash was accompanied by a groan of pain. Aline laughed and casually tossed the two women to the side and waded forward.
Mitzy Rodrigues came to meet her. The elder woman's body bulged with power as her hands clenched at her sides. “Nana, I could no sooner hurt you than pluck my own eyes out. Please step aside,” The Empress said almost quietly and with respect.
Mitzy shook her head. “This has gone too far, Allie. You can surrender and do the right thing. You appear to be a little high on your own power sweetheart. Narcissism is an ugly thing.”
The Empress's face clouded and showed a tinge of anger. The two women charged and crashed together. At first, the bulk of Nana Mitzy actually pushed the svelte musclegirl back. The Empress gathered her feet under her and reversed this and slammed the woman she had grown up calling Nana to the wall. Aline spun so her back was to the wall and she held Nana in her arm in a secure rear naked choke. Mitzy roared and struggled impressively. Her elbow hit back and clubbed the Empress in the ribs hard enough to make her grunt. She stomped on the woman's foot causing her feet to dance in pain. She clawed at the arms on her neck. But the grip of the Empress did not reduce. “Duly noted, Nana.” the Empress whispered into Nana Mitzy's ear. “I will look into my ego, but these are extreme times after all. And, oh, I always hated being called Allie,” the Empress grunted as she cranked extra pressure on the choke making her bicep bulge. Then she seemed to catch herself and relax some. Her choke almost seemed like an embrace. “Avoir une belle vie,” Aline whispered quietly into Nana's ear as Mitzy faded and passed out. The Empress set her down gently and moved on.
Gemini jumped in and crashed into the Empress. “Don't do this young miss,” the hulking muscle woman implored. “It doesn't have to be like this.” Gemini swung a punch into the stomach of the girl she has tutored and trained with a resounding thud that sounded like thunder in the distance.
The Empress smiled. “Dear Gemini, always overlooked.” Gemini scowled, characteristically grunted and punched again right in the same spot. The Empress jerked but the smile endured and she continued. “With me, you would be valued. Powerful beyond words. More than you ever dreamed.” Gemini punched again. “I can show you how. I know it is what you always wanted,” the Empress cajoled and she gripped the huge woman's shoulders and pulled her in. Her grip caused Gemini to cry out in pain and bend over. Her hands braced on Aline's hips and pushed, but Gemini's head was pulled in anyway. Her face was now right up against the abs she had been punching. They gave off warmth from the blows and the flex. The muscles rippled and shaped to perfection. Beyond perfection. “Kiss my abs,” the Empress whispered hypnotically. “Embrace my power and join me.” The arms of the Empress stood out in bold relief now. The muscles looked almost too large to be on her frame. Gemini was so much larger in mass, yet so powerless to stop her.
The black woman strained and grunted, but could not stop her head from being pulled forward and her face and lips mashing into the rippling abs. Gemini gasped and shivered in some combination of awe, anger, and lust that was driving her body crazy. She shook her head trying to pull it back. It ended up just looking like she was kissing and worshiping the muscles with her lips. “No, no,” Gemini whined. She had never whined in her life, but she whined now. She had spent all her life working on her power and to be this powerless now, maybe it was inevitable. Maybe she SHOULD join the Empress. Gemini moaned.
Katelyn charged in and kicked the Empress in the hip in a well-trained kick designed to incapacitate the leg. Well, incapacitate the leg of a normal person anyway. The Empress groaned in pain and fell sideways, releasing Gemini. Catching herself, the Empress rose along the wall and scowled. Gemini turned and nodded to Katelyn. Katelyn returned a quick nod and turned her attention back to the Empress. “Aline Delisle, you are under arrest.” She stepped as she said it and sent another kick at the Frenchwoman's hip. The Empress turned enough for the blow to hit a different spot on her leg, allowing her to keep moving. She turned and showed her leg was still mobile by kicking Katelyn hard enough in the stomach to send her staggering back across the room.
Gemini fired in from the other side and sent a giant fist into the jaw of the Empress. Spit flew from the Empress as her head turned. Aline roared in rage. Both because it hurt and because Gemini had refused her invitation. She twisted in and raised a knee into the giant security woman's side as her hands grabbed her right at her large boobs. Gemini gasped, never having felt a blow so powerful. The grip on her chest seemed just jealous yet incredibly painful. How could someone be strong enough to just squeeze your chest into agony? The next knee was even harder and hit the same spot again. The third knee landed and you could hear the crunch of bone. Gemini's body would have crumpled over but The Empress kept it upright with her grip on her chest. She wound up for more when Katelyn again jumped in.
Katelyn flew in from the side in a leap and hit an MMA-style Superman punch right into the cheekbone of the Empress. The Empress winced and staggered back a step. Katelyn swung for her temple wanting to find a way to take this woman down, but Aline caught in her hand and squeezed. Katelyn yelled and winced. “You keep interrupting my fun, Detective,” The Empress snarled. She slapped her free hand across Katelyn's face making her head snap so hard her neck felt the strain. Katelyn wondered if she had ever been punched as hard as that slap hit. The Empress smirked and slapped her head back the other way. “This could have been you,” Aline taunted. “You could be The Empress. You were on the track.” Slaps sent Katelyn's head back and forth and back and forth. She tasted blood and her eyes were wobbly and dizzy. “But you wanted a normal life, instead of an extraordinary one. I have been given the key to ultimate power and you could be part of that. You gave it up. For them. For him. Pathetic.” Katelyn hung there more out cold than awake now.
“STOP!” Paul cried out and crashed the blunt end of the fifteen-pound steel club into the back and ribs of The Empress. It was finally the Empress's turn to cry out and bend down. Paul did not relent. He had rushed over to the CrossFit area and picked up a heavy club but one he could swing hard. When he returned, he saw the devastation this woman had left behind and knew this was his one chance. He gripped the club like a baseball bat. He swung for the fences down onto the pixie's back and side. Once. Twice. Three Times. Cries of pain echoed as the Empress collapsed to the floor along the wall. “Katelyn Whitcomb is a better person than you can ever hope to be,” he gasped out. Detective Paul Town raised the club one more time and this time he was aiming for her head.
His blow hit the wall leaving a hole as he screamed. A body had slammed in low and hard into his knee caving it in sideways and slamming him down. His swing passed harmlessly over The Empress and into the wall. Paul jerked in pain and looked up. It was Deena Alaniz! Her bruised face still stunning even as it frowned down at him and stomped down on his leg right at the knee joint. Paul howled and convulsed in the pain. “Why!” he screamed out as he writhed along the wall.
Deena didn't answer but knelt to the Empress instead. Paul tried to crawl to them but Deena kicked him in the chest and skittered him across the floor away from them. Deena patted the Empress's face until Aline Delisle's eyes wobbled open and stared at her. “Will you teach me? Will I be as powerful as you?”
Aline Delisle smiled. It was a pained smile. “I will teach you all I know dear girl.” And she leaned and kissed her on the cheek.
Deena beamed and arched proudly. She gingerly helped the Empress to her feet and together they moved around the corner. Right before they turned, Deena looked back at Paul. “Sorry, but this is too important.” Then, the Empress and her new attendant disappeared from view.
Paul groaned no. I had her! He dragged his pained body to Katelyn. He cradled her body in his arms and patted her face. She didn't respond at first and he grew frantic. “Katelyn!”
Finally, her eyes fluttered and opened. She gave a lopsided grin and hugged the man. “Gawd, I am getting really tired of getting my ass kicked,” Katelyn said and laughed, though the laugh caused her to cough.
“Tell me about it,” Paul sighed. “Welcome to my world.”
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The Alpha Murders
by: Rebecca Lawe
Part 16 – The End Of The End
They needed multiple ambulances to come to the scene. And a hearse. Cheryl Murphy and Nana Mitzy seemed fine. Once she woke up, Mitzy Rodrigues showed little ill effects of being Koed and she called 911 to get the help needed. Considering the knocks she had taken, Cheryl Murphy seemed fine. The busty, stunning redhead woman had a bump on her head and a bruise on her back but was checked by paramedics and allowed to go home. She might look more like an aging centerfold, but she was evidently incredibly durable and tough. Or lucky.
The luck did not extend to Joyce Lewin. The blow to her head and back had been too much. She was pronounced dead at the scene. So it turns out The Empress was a murderer after all. The APB arrest warrant reflected this change in status along with the most strongly worded do not approach alone warnings ever issued. Deena Alaniz was also added to the arrest warrant. Paul was really sad about this. He had really liked the powerlifter fighter girl. Power was sure a difficult corruption to resist.
Gemini had broken ribs and possibly internal bleeding. She tried to do the I am fine thing but once Katelyn insisted she go to the hospital, she relented. Katelyn similarly went to the hospital. She had extensive facial bruising and seemed to have whiplash-type symptoms they wanted to have checked out. Paul's knee was totaled. He was a bit despondent about this, having one leg to start with and now it was mangled was a bitter pill to take.
They found Tim Martens at the front desk of the gym. In fact, he opened the door for the paramedic when they arrived. He was tall, and looked like a character from a horror movie. The gaunt, creepy-looking man had this lopsided smile on his face. When asked, he readily admitted he had killed three women. The smile he had when he said it, was just downright disturbing. He was taken in, and scheduled for a mental review. Whatever whammy Aline Delisle had put on him had left him a shell of a man. He responded to questions and would do as ordered, but he did not appear to have any will of his own. As he was led away like a well-trained pet, Paul could not decide if Martens had been given a terrible punishment or a great blessing.
Paul had surgery on his knee. Once they saw the extent of the injury, they ended up putting in an artificial knee. The surgery only took about two hours. Paul was back in his room waking up from anesthesia and the first thing he saw was Katelyn's face hovering over him. “Well that's it, I died and went to heaven. What a surprise. I thought I was destined for the other direction.”
Katelyn laughed and slapped his shoulder lightly. “Maybe the devil is just dressing in a pleasing shape for you,” she teased. “How are you feeling?”
Paul made a face. “Like I might throw up, so don't take that personally,” he laughed. “OK, otherwise.” Paul cocked his head down though his legs were under the blanket. “Maybe I can get a desk job and be like Ironsides.”
“Sorry Paul,” the clipped tones of the doctor cut in as she strode into the room. The surgeon was a no-nonsense woman who pulled no punches and had zero bedside manner, like most surgeons. That's why they became surgeons after all. Paul liked that about her. She walked in with her normal looming confidence and looked at his chart. Her eyes also traveled over Katelyn. Slow, calculating glances. Then she gathered herself and looked at Paul again. “No wheelchairs for you. You will have to take it easy for a while. And granted the rehab will hurt like hell but I reckon you can handle it.”
“He sure can Doctor,” Katelyn beamed. “He will work like a dog. An American Staffordshire Terrier I believe. No one will work harder than this man.”
Paul rolled his eyes, “Don't I get a say in this.”
“No,” both women said together and laughed. Then the surgeon continued, “I will check on you again later and give you the rehab schedule, but for tonight, relax, call the nurses if it hurts, and if you try to get up without assistance I give your girlfriend permission to beat you into a coma so you stay still.”
Katelyn guffawed at the comment. She hit her one fist into her other palm and stared at Paul menacingly. The surgeon whistled appreciatively and left.
“I think she had the hots for you,” Paul said to Katelyn as the surgeon left.
“And what about you?” Katelyn leaned over Paul.
Her perfect model-like features were looking at him. Her large chest lifted the hospital gown out. She might be the only woman who could make a hospital gown look hot. Paul sighed. “I have thought you were the most gorgeous woman I had eve seen since the first time I saw you. But,” he smirked as he rubbed his hand down his leg. “I am more machine than man now, twisted and evil.”
Katelyn smiled and leaned in and kissed his lips gently. The kiss lasted a long while. When Katelyn pulled up she whispered into his ear. “Help me Obi-Wan, you're my only hope, you giant nerd.”
Paul laughed. “Wrong character, but I will take it. Well, oh wait, Obi-Wan said the line but it was Darth Vader he was talking about so...”
Katelyn stopped him and tugged him in and kissed him again. “Just shut up, Paul. Remember I got a doctor's permission to pound you if I need to.” She giggled and flexed her arm at his eye level. Paul moaned and fondled the arm as they kissed.
Everyone else was out of the hospital and back to work. Paul was the last one to get released and cleared to do light activity. The surgeon was wrong and he did use a wheelchair, but it was temporary. Using crutches was a bitch with an artificial leg, so at times he did use the chair. Katelyn updated him on the case. “There had been a report from the next county of a bus stuck on the side of the road. It had pulled off for a sick kid and got stuck in some soft ground. According to the report, two 'really pretty women' came and pushed the bus out of the mud for them. So I think we can be safe in knowing where Delisle and Alaniz were then. But they are in the wind now.”
Paul nodded and couldn't help but smile at the story, imagining the image of the two women coming up and pushing a bus back onto the road. “What about Tim Marten?”
Katelyn made a face. “The dude is creepy. He tells the story of each murder like he enjoys telling it. Like he's relating an interesting anecdote. But the details all line up. He will go into long detail of how he perfected his drug concoction and how he delivered it and,” Katelyn stopped and stifled a shiver. “The lawyer was making some noise that his confession is meaningless if he's unfit.” Katelyn made air quotes when she said unfit. “I had a talk with him and reminded him that either Martens is unfit and goes to an asylum, or he's sane and goes to trial. They went for asylum after that.”
“Seems almost like letting him off easy to get that,” Paul said. Then he remembered the empty husk that was Tim Martens and thought maybe he had suffered enough already.
"Anya Decker is in nearly the same boat," Katelyn added. "She confessed to killing Amanda Carpenter. She's helpful and almost cheerful in prison. When you talk to her, she seems sort of vacant. Like something is missing." Katelyn looked thoughtful, but Paul did not have it in him, to feel bad for Anya Decker. Not after what had happened to him, and what he saw happen to Amanda Carpenter.
The other cases are an issue.” Katelyn continued waving a couple files to get Paul's attention back. “Shipley and Parker could go to trial for their attack on Deena Alaniz, but without Deena around anymore...” Katelyn let her voice trail off. “Ms. Abramson was really only held for attacking you. So she's out already with a desk appearance for trial.”
Paul sighed. “Oh great, I get to go in front of a judge and tell the story of how the pretty Asian woman beat the crud out of me.”
Katelyn chuckled. “Oh, everyone beats the crud out of you, so it's no big deal.” Her smile showed she was just teasing, but it hit a bit too close to home for Paul. It did seem like everyone in this case HAD beaten the stuffing out of him. Yuko Abramson, Deena Alaniz, Melissa Shipley, Janet Parker, Gertrude Vanderloop, Anya Decker. Heck, you could even add Nana Mitzy, Gemini, Mother Agnes, and the Empress to the list as well. Katelyn saw his reflecting face and changed the subject. “I still think the Lewin's were dirty and into this more than they said, but with Mrs. Lewin dead it seems a stretch to charge the husband with aiding and abetting or harboring a fugitive or anything like that. The lawyer made it clear that Mr. Lewin wasn't responsible for the actions of the people he lent a home to. And we have no evidence of a more direct connection to that, so it's considered closed now.”
Paul grunted. “Well let's just set up how we watch the known Empress disciples or whatever we call them to see if they lead us to Aline and Deena.” Paul sat up in his wheelchair and rifled through some of the files.
Katelyn shifted from foot to foot a bit. “The uh, higher-ups decided that was not worth the manpower and that tapping their phones was of dubious legal standing.” She paused waiting for the explosion.
“WHAT!” Paul roared and pushed himself up. He grabbed the stupid crutches and stumped his way to the Captain's office. Shouting ensued. Katelyn couldn't catch most of it but did hear Paul yell, “She's a fucking murderer, you're telling me that's not worth the effort?” In the end, the Captain motioned for Katelyn to take him the hell out of there and calm him down. She complied. “Idiots,” Paul muttered calming down as they reached the coffee shop. “They would have let Manson go because it was going to take too much overtime to find him.”
Katelyn's eyes widened. “Oh come on Paul, she's hardly a serial killer. Yes, she did kill Joyce Lewin in her fight to free herself, but that's closer to death by misadventure than it is to homicide.”
Paul shook his head and slurped his coffee. “She's over the top now, Kate.” His eyes looked up into his partner's eyes. His lover's eyes. “Aline Delisle is high on some power trip and there will be dire consequences if she is allowed to stay free.”
Katelyn stared back and eyed her mentor, friend, and lover. She mused over what The Empress had said to her when she was slapping her so hard she still was getting occasional headaches from the effects of whiplash. Living an extraordinary life, she had said. The key to ultimate power, she had said. Katelyn nodded indicating Paul might be right. “Well let's just hope the Aline that wants to push some kids in a bus out of the mud, wins out over the one that wants to tear it all down,” she said grimly. Paul grunted and clinked coffee cups with her. “You're sounding like Gemini,” Katelyn winked.
Paul grabbed his chest miming elaborately, “Oh, you wound me, madam.”
Two weeks later, Katelyn was taking Paul from his physical therapy. He was a sweaty mess. The sessions were tough but he was walking better. An artificial knee on one side and a prosthetic on the other side, could not have been easy. They went into his place and she made a salad. And some wine. As they ate, Katelyn told him that Nana Mitzy was the new Director of Virago Moderne. A step up, they all agreed. A bottle later - she attacked him.
Katelyn lifted him up and carried him to his bed and stripped the clothes off him. She pinned him to the wall kissing his lips, face, and neck. She thumped him back to the bed and stood at the end. She pointed at him lying on the bed and said, “Don't move!” Then she flexed. Posed. Pumped. Her already thick muscles bulged and swelled larger and larger. She stripped her clothes off and stood in front of the man. She was naked and pumped herself harder than she had ever pumped before. Paul sat up to reach for her and she pushed him back down and said, “Don't move!” She flexed some more.
Paul soon had a massive erection. It pointed to the sky saluting her body and performance. Her body had a light sheen of sweat and veins throbbing. She peaked her arm and leaned it towards the man enticingly. Her large chest pushed out, her nipples nearly as excited as his manhood. Paul leaned out to touch her again. Katelyn grabbed his hands and stopped him. “You have a real problem with taking orders don't you mister,” she said with a lopsided smile that really made her gorgeous face look enticing. “Do I need to take out the cuffs?” She winked.
Paul moaned and leaned into the muscled, gorgeous wall in front of him. His arms strained and pushed but he might as well have been pushing at the tide. He had as much chance of stopping the ocean as he had of stopping this gorgeous woman. He hiked his hips in doggedly and nibbled her neck with his lips and added a bit of teeth to it.
“Ooh, you just don't give up do you mister?” Katelyn cooed, her chest pushing into his. He was strong, but she had little trouble keeping him held. Yet, he still found a way to edge in and touch her and make her moan. Katelyn edged in tighter to his nibbling and felt her abs brush into his erection. She arched and wiggled to make her chest bore into him tighter. Her abs pressed tighter to his hardness. “You know,” she whispered sexily. “If you tried to put the handcuffs on me, I'd just tear 'em apart like taffy and wear them as bracelets. Easy.” She arched and flexed.
Paul came all over her abs in such a storm you wondered if it was only one cum or a whole series of them. He looked a bit chagrined to have lost control like that. But the fact that he had thought the exact same thing before, combined with her body and the pressure on him forced him to just explode totally out of control. Katelyn simply smiled. She rubbed her hands down her body. “THAT was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.” She wiped a bit of the cum along her abs like painting a picture. “Now are we ready for more, or do I phone in for a delivery of Vitamin E?”
Paul moaned and traced down her body with his hands. He let himself recharge and used that time to fondle and worship her muscles. That was sure easy enough to do after all. His tongue traced inward and traveled to her thigh. He nibbled and teased until she was about ready to ram him into place but now it was his turn to call out, “Don't move.”
She was about to scream in anticipation and need before he fluttered a tongue inside her and tasted her. His hands gripped her abs as he slurped and feasted. Katelyn writhed, taken aback at how skilled he was at this. Her legs flexed as her toes pointed. He had this way of making her jerk in readiness and then back off. She was sure the cliff was arriving and then it receded. He slid a hand in and coaxed her clit out and nibbled it with his teeth. Katelyn gripped the sheets and tore them to pieces as her arms chest and abs exploded in muscle. He surrounded her clit with his mouth and stabbed it with his tongue as his teeth glided lightly on it. When her orgasm arrived, it burst out like a volcano and lasted for over two minutes. Writhing and heaving, Paul strained to hold on to her power and ride it out.
When she finished, he sat up. Katelyn panted and saw he was erect again. Wildly erect. She chuckled and sat up to meet him. Katelyn's lovemaking was athletic and aggressive, but tender. She somehow even made pinning him helplessly to the bed while she kissed him all over his body til he begged, seem like an act of kindness. He had not had this many erections since he was a teen, But he knew this had nothing to do with Anya Decker's “whammy” and everything to do with the remarkable woman in front of him. They went at it for quite a while and when it was completed, Paul collapsed beyond tired. And beyond satisfied.
Paul woke up and turned over in his bed reaching for Katelyn. She wasn't there. He turned back and his clock said it was 10:14 AM. Shit! He sat up as Katelyn came in the door. She had two coffee cups in her hands. She was wearing his baggy t-shirt and some panties and that was it. On her, the shirt wasn't that baggy and was in fact, sort of tight and showing abs and muscled shoulders. With her height, it didn't extend so far down either. Paul swallowed.
Katelyn beamed a million-watt smile at him. “Calm down,” she said as she passed him a cup. “I already called in. You're making up a therapy session you missed and we will be in later this afternoon.”
“Oh, I am, am I?” Paul smiled and sipped the coffee. “Ahh, you're a lifesaver. I love you.”
Katelyn's eyes sparkled and her smile got a bit wider. “About time you said it. I love you too, you old American Staffordshire... you know that's just too long to say. I am going back to bulldog.”
Paul chuckled. “And you know what this means?” Katelyn gave him a confused look. “The hottest sexual experience in my life is no longer with a woman everyone calls Nana.”
Katelyn spit out her coffee with a laugh and shook her head. “I went easy on you 'cause you're still recovering. Wait til I whip out the real stuff.” For the life of him, Detective Paul Town, trained to read people, could not tell if she was kidding or not. Katelyn interrupted his musing, “I can't believe you fucked Nana M,” and she did an honest to goodness giggle.
Paul blushed but pressed on. “Well, I think she fucked me, actually. And have you seen her bod? I mean she could....” Katelyn scowled at him and he lowered his head a bit. “Never mind.” They both laughed. “So should we get cleaned up to go in?” Paul asked. Katelyn responded by flexing her arm. The bicep peak rose perfectly right in front of his eyes. Paul stared. “I guess we can wait a bit.” ...
...Four months later, Katelyn arrived at the address Paul had texted her to meet for lunch. “Paul?” she said as she looked around. “This is weird hon, there's nothing here.”
The lights clicked on and Paul walked in. He was walking well, but still struggled with inclines and stairs. Stairs were evil inventions, he often said. He smiled. “Nothing now maybe, but you are standing in the lobby of Paul Town Investigations. I passed my PI exam and we are all set to go and official.” He beamed.
“Wait,” Katelyn said. “You're quitting the force?” Her face scrunched up with concern and her hands clenched tightly enough to make her arms flex.
Paul brushed the flexed arm with his fingertips. “Oh, Katey.” He walked around to the other side of her. “You know they want me to take restricted duty and be an office guy. I can't do that. I might not be breaking any sprint records, but I can still investigate with the best of them.”
Katelyn knew he was unhappy with the idea of being in command, or only being an in-house detective. She just didn't know it had gone to this level.
“And besides,” Paul continued. “You know I think police officers shouldn't be working with their significant others.” He swept down to one knee, a very difficult task in his case. It caused him to wince a bit, but he doggedly continued. He held out the little box and opened it. A diamond ring sparkled. “Katelyn Whitcomb, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.”
Katleyn's eyes teared through her smile. She grabbed the man and pulled him up to her. “Get off your knee you old fool, you'll break something.” She lifted him up easily and hugged him tight enough to hear him gasp. “Of course, I will marry you.” She kissed him. Paul swooned. Between the hug and the kiss, he was gasping for air. He was willing to bet not many proposals end up with the man dangling in his woman's arms gasping for air.
Paul had some champagne in a desk drawer and popped it open. When he realized he didn't have glasses, they laughed and drank it straight from the bottle. Katelyn looked around the office. “I am going to worry about you doing this all alone. Who's going to take care of you if I am not there to save your butt?” She smiled when she said it, but the concern was real. “If you get yourself killed, I am going to break your arm.” Paul laughed but she persisted. “I mean it.”
“Maybe I can help with that,” a voice called out. Gemini walked into the room. In a teal sleeveless shirt and black jeans, she looked as large and stunning as ever. Maybe even larger, and with a smile on her face, certainly way more stunning than her usual dour visage. She looked at the ring on Katelyn's finger and the champagne. “I take it she said yes then.” Her smile was wide. Paul was astounded she could smile like that. Maybe a change in career would do her good.
“Was there ever any doubt,” Paul said with a laugh. He walked to Gemini and patted her on the shoulder and handed her the bottle. “Katelyn, I believe you already know my assistant, Miss Gemini Jackson.”
Gemini waved her newly minted PI license as she swigged a gulp from the bottle. Katelyn walked in and hugged her. Paul mused it was like the two Goliaths crashing together. Gawd, it was hot. The women congratulated each other. They celebrated for a bit and then Paul and Katelyn got ready to head back to the office. Katelyn was still officially on duty, and Paul was going to hand in his retirement papers. He had so much vacation time he had never used, he could go right to work and still be paid until his pension kicked in.
Once Katelyn left, Paul circled back to Gemini. He opened a desk drawer and gave a large file to her. “When we aren't on a paid case we work on this.” It was a thick file on The Empress. “This is all the information they had on Aline Delisle, Deena Alaniz, all the known acolytes,” he had decided on the term acolytes, “including Joad, Yuko, Mother Agnes, Melissa Shipley, Janet Parker, and Jireh Saenz. That means there's a bunch of these acolytes we never even identified. It's all here, the murder scenes, the info even on Virago Moderne and the families. Know it inside out.” Paul's eyes burned with a fervent energy. “In fact, while I finish up my detective gig for a couple days why don't you make a case board of this as your first assignment.”
Gemini grunted. Paul smiled but stared at her. “You know Miss Jackson, if we are going to work together you can't just grunt at me.”
Gemini smiled. “Congratulations on your engagement, Paul. Now don't push it.” Her smile turned a bit evil as she gripped the desktop and her bare arms flexed ominously.
Paul swallowed and worked really hard not to stare at her arms. But his energy remained. “This woman is still out there,” he tapped the case file. “And we WILL find her.” He managed to keep his eyes locked on the tall woman's eyes.
Gemini, saw how serious he was, and nodded. “I will get right on it, boss.” …
… Deena Alaniz gripped a tree in the park. Her hands barely touched fingertips as she hugged it tight, so the tree had a good circumference. The tree was healthy and strong. The stunning spitfire closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured the images in her head the Empress had taught her and mixed the elements together in her “mind palace”. She had heard that term on a TV show and liked it. It worked better for her than The Empress's desk with drawers analogy. Deena was used to the physical work, she had done that all her life, but this mental stuff was new. To be like the Empress she would concentrate. She hugged the tree tighter and funneled the power from her mind palace into her body. The first thing she noticed was her boobs compressing into the tree. It was not her boobs giving way but the tree. Her chest was digging into the tree! The realization made her excited and that excitement made the rest easy. Her arms crushed the tree and cracking sounds were heard. Deena had originally intended to uproot the tree, but in her excitement, her arms just crushed straight through it. The part of the tree against her chest and between her arms fell to pieces in an instant. Her arms pulled in and nothing was there anymore. That section of the tree collapsed with a series of loud banging noises. The rest of the tree temporarily acted like it didn't know what to do. The part underneath it was just gone. The tree then remembered to obey gravity, thumped loudly down, and fell. Deena quickly adjusted her grip to the front of the falling tree and pushed and guided the tree to fall down deeper into the forest and away from them.
Deena turned to The Empress as she brushed sawdust and wood remnants off her sports bra and body. “That was awesome!” Her smile was wide and you could see the excitement bursting through her. Her chest heaved and arms shook with energy. She wanted more.
The Empress smiled. Wow, her protege was even stronger than she had realized. Her first pupil was a resounding success. “Yes, you are awesome, my girl. Let's go celebrate.” Aline Delisle held out her arm to Deena. With a smile, the Hispanic beauty took the arm of her teacher and friend. Together they walked off into the sunset.
(This one had too many false starts, so for better or worse, I posted it all only once I had it done.)