Detective's Blues

Joeshmoe547

 

Chapter 3

Wednesday, June 30, 2001

 

I lost track of time while I was trapped in the trunk. At first I could heard the sounds of traffic and the tooting of horns to indicate that we where still in the city. Gradually our speed picked up and the city noises faded behind us. In all the years that I had been a practicing private detective, this was by far the weirdest caper I had ever been involved in. I'd been trapped in Janet Washington's curvy body, and now I was locked in the trunk of my employee's car. James had discovered that Janet had been leaking confidential information to someone on the outside, but what he didn't know was that me, not Janet, was now inside of her female body. I could only guess what he had in store for "Janet".

It was hot and stuffy inside the trunk, and I had a hard time breathing. Just when I thought that I was starting to suffocate, the car finally came to a stop and the lid was opened. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, unused to the bright sunshine after being locked in the dark. Two sets of arms reached in and pulled me out. I rubbed my eyes and looked them over as my eyes to become accustomed to the light. My two kidnappers were both built like professional boxers, with muscles on their muscles. They towered over my slight female form, and I knew that fighting my way out was out of the question. I looked up at their faces and I had to rub my eyes again. Was I seeing double? I removed my hands from my eyes but I still saw two of James. Except for their clothes, the two men were carbon copies of one another. The one on the left wore a dark suit, while the one on the right wore a light colored suit. Had the heat baked my brain?

The James on the right laughed and said "No, you're not seeing things, this is my twin brother Jim, from Cincinnati. I told him things were going nuts around here, and he came back home to help out." Before I could collect my thoughts, they grabbed my arms, and hustled me inside of the abandoned building that they had parked in front of. We entered what looked like an old garage, with junk, an old dirty mattress and car parts strewn about the place. Jim switched on the lights while James walked me toward the center of the room where a chain with a hook at the end hung down from the ceiling.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked with panic in my voice. "What do you want?"

"I'll ask the questions here! Now shut up and take off that dress, you traitorous little bitch!" James ordered. I hesitated for a moment, so with a snarl he grabbed the neckline and yanked, causing buttons to pop off in all directions. I meekly removed what remained of my dress. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed my hands in front of me. My hands were pulled above my head and hung on the hook. He stood back to take a look at his handy work.

There I was, my arms secured above me, dressed only in my scandalous feminine lingerie. I stood on my tiptoes in my high heels as the two men looked me over. I was already shaken by my ride in the trunk, and now being at the mercy of these two angry black males only frightened me more. I could only guess what they had in store for me. I only knew that I was being made to suffer for the sins committed by Janet.

"I know that you lied to me, and I don't like it," said James as he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and pull it off. "I'm going to give you a chance to come clean, but if you lie to me again you are going to be sorry."

"But I didn't lie to you, James!" I cried. I didn't know what else to say, and at this point I felt as if I could never reveal the truth.

"What?!? Do you think I'm stupid? That was a lie, and now you're gonna get it!" he shouted. He pulled his arm back and swung his belt at me, cracking me across the buttocks. I screamed as I felt the searing pain, and tears sprang to my eyes. James sneered at the tears running down my face, and swung his arm again. Again the belt cracked across my butt, and I pleaded with him to stop.

He stepped closer and said, "I'll take it easy on you if you tell me what I want." He pinched my nipples and twisted them, causing electric shocks that seemed to go straight to my vagina. "Doesn't that feel good, baby?" he whispered. " There's only two things I want to know. Where is Herndon, and what has he done with Bill Richmond? You can do that for me, can't you?" He continued to roll my nipples between his fingers, and I had a hard time getting my answer out. The combination of pleasure and pain made it hard to think.

It was clear to me that I would have to speak from Janet's point of view. Not only would they probably not believe me if I told them I was Bill Richmond, but more than likely they would spank my ass more for telling them such an outlandish tale. "I spent the night at Richmond's house," I gasped. "He was gone when I woke up."

"I think you're lying again, Janet."

He lifted his arm to deliver another blow, but I stopped him when I quickly replied, "He left a note on my desk at work! He got to the office ahead of me, and I don't know where he went after that!" I didn't bother to tell him that it was actually Janet who had left that note.

He stood there for a moment and thought about what I had told him, and I guess he believed me because he switched subjects. "What about Herndon?" he asked.

"I'm not sure where he is," I answered truthfully. This was not what James had wanted to hear. He stepped back and lifted his belt once again.

"I believe you don't know where Richmond is, but I think you just lied about Herndon!" stated James. "If I were you, I'd think before I opened that pretty mouth, because you're going to get punished for every incorrect answer!" I closed my eyes as he swung again. The smack of the belt as it hit my ass was loud, but the yelp which followed was louder. Two more blows struck in quick succession, eliciting two more yelps. "Now tell me, where does he live?"

With tears of pain and frustration streaming down my face, I again replied, "I don't know where he is!"

Only Janet knew the answers to their questions. James pulled back his arm and was getting ready to swing again when his brother spoke up for the first time. "Let me smack that fine ass too, bro!" James handed him the belt and Jim took it with a smile on his handsome face. He approached me and slowly looked me over. To Jim he said, "You weren't kidding when you said she was a hottie!"

He softly ran his hands over my body, and pulled my panties down until they were just under the round globes of my buttocks. He stroked and squeezed my bare ass as he whispered in my ear, "You are so fine, baby. You and I are going to get to know each other real well tonight! Now get ready for the ass whippin' that you so richly deserve!" With that said, he stepped back and proceeded to tan my ass. Blow after blow fell on my defenseless backside. I frantically moved my hips from side to side in an effort to dodge, but Jim hit the target regardless. My panties gradually fell until they were around my ankles as I danced on the end of the chain. After about ten I lost count of how many lashes I received.

James finally called a stop, and I hung from the chain, my ass on fire. "My brother seems to enjoy beating your ass, Janet. If I were you, I would tell us where he is!" In a panic, I thought quickly. The address on Janet's driver's license matched the address in the little black book I'd discovered in her desk. According to Janet's diary, Charlie, whoever he was, was connected with Herndon. Even if he wasn't, they still might stop whipping my ass long enough to check it out.

"The last time I saw him he was staying at Charlie's place. The address is in my purse," I gasped desperately. "It's still in the trunk." I rested while Jim went to look. He came back with the purse and handed it to his brother. James emptied it on the floor and immediately pounced on the Polaroid's.

He thumbed through them, then showed them to his brother. "See what I told you Jim? This bitch loves to get freaky! Look, she's even got one of her sucking my dick!" Damn those photos!

"Here we go! An address book!" He walked over to me, slowly leafing through the pages. "Which one is it? I don't see his name."

"Charlie", I gasped. "The Mclean address."

"That figures", said James. "These sons of bitches always hide in respectable areas where there's no cops." He turned to his brother and said, "I'm going to go check this out. I want you to keep Janet occupied while I'm gone," he said with a wink. His brother grinned and followed him outside to the car.

I heard the sound of the car starting and driving off, which meant that I had been left alone with Jim. He sauntered back into the abandoned building and looked me over with an appraising eye. I noticed that he still held the belt in his hand. "Honey, you are a knockout! You have the hottest body I have ever seen!" he said, lust written all over his face. I suppose that seeing me hanging from the chain dressed in garter belt and stockings, my tiny bikini panties around my ankles and a shelf bra that seemed to offer my breasts to him turned him on. He walked closer and ran his hands over my bare skin, slowly stroking my curves. "Sweetie pie," he whispered into my ear, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy means you do whatever I ask, no matter what. Hard means I beat your ass with this belt until you beg to do what I want. Which will it be?"

I hesitated a moment too long. With an evil grin, he stepped back and cracked the belt across my ass again. Not having too many choices, I opted for the easy way. "I'll be good!" I cried, my head hung in defeat.

His hand cupped my chin and lifted my head up, and he wiped the tears from my eyes. He looked deep into my eyes. "I know you will, baby!" he whispered, just before his lips met mine. His tongue dipped into my mouth and I hungrily accepted it. I didn't know why, but it just felt so right to be kissing this man.

He pulled up my panties back up and lifted the handcuffs from the hook at the end of the chain. My knees were too weak to support me, so with his arm around my waist, he helped me over to the old mattress lying in the corner. I gingerly sat down on my sore rear end as Jim pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the cuff on my right wrist and picked up a chain lying on the floor. He cuffed me to the chain by my left wrist. The chain, or maybe I should say leash, was ten or twelve feet long, secured to an eyebolt sunken into the concrete floor.

I rubbed my bruised wrists as I watched Jim remove his jacket and retrieve two cold beers from a cooler I hadn't noticed before. Beside the cooler lay a boom box, and he turned it on. Soft music echoed through the empty building. I gratefully accepted the beer when he offered it to me and took a long pull as he sat beside me and popped the top of his can. As he drank his beer, I studied him closely from the corner of my eye. He and James were truly identical twins. He was an almost perfect copy of his brother. The same handsome face, the same sculpted muscular body.

After he'd wet his whistle, he turned his attention towards me. "Come sit closer, girl," he said softly, a sly smile on his face. I hesitated, uneasy with the idea of getting too close to this dominating male. I'm not sure what frightened me more, what he might do to me if I disobeyed, or what my weak, traitorous female body might demand of me if I did as he wanted. But before I could resolve this inner struggle, Jim looped his brawny arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him.

At first he was content to just sit there, his warm hand stroking the bare skin of my back as he finished his beer. After being stuffed in a trunk, tied up and spanked with a belt, sitting on the dirty mattress with Jim as he gently caressed my skin was heaven. I shivered as he continued to stroke my back with his free hand, and a soft gasp escaped my lips when he began to massage my shoulders and neck. "I'm sorry we had to get so rough with you honey", he murmured between sips of his beer. "But James needed that information that you were withholding."

I sighed deeply as he continued to work my stress-tightened muscles. I knew next to nothing about Janet and her nefarious schemes, but I did know that this situation was getting out of control. I was enjoying the touch of his strong hands, and I could feel the desire for him rising from deep inside of me. I felt so weak and helpless, knowing that there was no way out of this. I was at his mercy, and I would have to go along with whatever he asked.

He tossed his empty beer can to the side with a clatter and turned his full attention to me. One arm curled around my shoulders to pull me tight against him as his other hand began to roam. He covered my face with soft kisses as his strong hands cupped my breasts and pinched and pulled at my sensitive nipples, evoking a low moan from deep inside of me. His lips danced across my neck, raising goose bumps as they moved across my skin. I shivered as he nibbled on my earlobe, and my male ego quaked inside of me as I realized just how much my body wanted to have sex with this man. My mind may have once inhabited a male body, but the needs of the female one I now inhabited were overriding any misgivings of my male formerly male persona. My free hand stroked the hard thigh pressed tight against mine.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he whispered into my ear. "I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you." I drank in his compliments, my mind swirling from the sensations running through my borrowed body. I shouldn't have been enjoying this, but his touch, his masculine scent, and the sweet words he was speaking into my ear were like gasoline on a fire. His hand cupped my chin and turned my head to face him. His lips took possession of mine as his tongue slowly invaded my mouth. His slow seduction was working me into lather. I could feel my vagina moistening, and I knew that I needed his big hard cock inside of me, and soon. I moved my hand to his inner thigh and felt his penis, which was running down his pants leg. I softly stroked its outline as it inflated.

"You want it, don't you, baby," he whispered in my ear. "You want me to make love to you."

"No," I lied. But Jim wasn't so easy to fool. It was apparent that he knew that when a woman says no, she usually means yes.

He smiled, and kissed me again. "Unbutton my shirt," he commanded. I complied with his wishes, pulling the shirttails from his pants and undoing the buttons one by one. I couldn't resist sliding my hand inside of his open shirt and greedily running it over his bare chest and flat abdomen. Jim shrugged his shirt off his broad shoulders and rose to his feet. "On your knees, bitch!" he commanded, his tone suddenly harsh and cruel.

Frightened, I quickly knelt on the cold concrete floor before him and looked up. "Take off my pants!" he demanded. I quickly obeyed, unsnapping the button and pulling the zipper down. His penis sprang from the confines of his trousers, which I slowly pulled down his hard, muscular legs until they pooled around his ankles. I looked up at him, and I was struck once again by how much a healthy male body could affect me. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and he stood naked before me, the statue of David carved from ebony. He was indeed James' identical twin, his penis every bit as large and impressive as his brother's was.

I pulled my eyes away from the fully erect penis only inches from my lips and into his handsome face. He said to me, "You can't lie to me! I know you want my dick up inside of you just as much as I want to put it there, but I want you to prove it. I want you to kiss my dick. Kiss it like you want it." I knew that he wasn't asking. It was an order. As I bent forward and brought my lips to his cock, I tried to convince myself I was doing it to avoid another spanking. But deep inside, I knew that I craved this man's penis and nothing I could do would change the way things were. Admitting to his dominance, I slowly planted wet, sloppy kisses all over the large flanged head and shaft of his fat cock.

"That's enough, honey," he whispered after a few minutes, and I lifted my lips from his shaft. He helped me to my feet and pulled me tight against him, my breasts crushed against his chest. I could feel his penis against my soft belly as his lips descended onto mine and he kissed me, sending his tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked on it as he pushed my panties down until they fell around my ankles once again. I kicked them off and looped my arms around his strong neck, holding his head as I kissed him back.

He grabbed my sore ass in both hands and picked me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me over to the mattress. We never stopped kissing as he laid me down on my back, and my legs spread wide like they had a mind of their own. He finally broke the kiss to smile down at me and say, "Put it in for me, sweetheart!" I eagerly obeyed, and reached down to take his large penis in my small hand. It was hot to the touch and hard as steel. I positioned it between the lips of my vagina, and he did the rest, slowly pumping his hips as he worked his way inside of me. I looked into his eyes as he inched his way in, and he smiled as I groaned and whimpered beneath him. I could feel my internal tissues stretching to accommodate his long, fat penis, and the friction was driving me wild. Soon it was all the way inside of me, his pubic bone crushing my clitoris.

Resting his weight on his elbows, he started a grinding motion, and all I could do was gasp and moan as he thrust his cock into my pussy. My hands grabbed his ass and my legs wrapped around his waist as I started to cum. He pounded me like a machine and I writhed beneath him, franticly moving my hips in time with his. My orgasms went off like a string of firecrackers, each one stronger than the one before.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Jim started to grunt, and I could feel his cock twitch deep inside of me as he sprayed my womb with his semen. His hips slowed their motion and finally stopped. I basked in the afterglow of the orgasms he had given me, laying beneath him with his spent cock still imbedded inside of me. My body seemed to purr, like a cat after it has just drank a large bowl of cream. I caressed his back and softly kissed his chest, feeling safe and comforted by his large male form lying on top of mine.

He finally rolled off of me onto his back. I rolled onto my side facing him and snuggled against him, my head on his chest. I ran my free hand over his body, caressing his dark skin. His tight, muscular male body would never have affected me this way when I was in my male form. Now that I was a female, I couldn't get enough of it. My thoughts drifted as I explored his body with my hand. Some how, my mind had been placed in Janet's body, but her body seemed to retain movements and mannerisms that where unique to Janet. I touched and lightly pinched both of his nipples. My fingers glided over his washboard stomach, teasing the trail of hair leading down. I signed my name like her, walked and talked like her. I dipped my finger in his navel, then slid my hand lower into his thick patch of pubic hair. I'd even adopted her submissive personality, as well as her sex drive, which was geared towards men. My former predisposition towards women seemed to have been left in my other body. My hand found its way between his legs and tickled his balls. I grasped the base of his penis, still slick with our combined juices. Jim put a hand on top of my head and pushed, urging me down towards his crotch. I understood what he wanted, and curiously, I found that I wanted it as well. I knelt between his legs so that I was face to face with his penis. I wondered how Janet was faring in my body. Was she only attracted to females, as I once was?

I brought his cum coated penis to my lips and I licked it like an ice cream cone. He groaned as his penis inflated in my hand. I made sure to clean every drop of semen off of him, and then I engulfed him in my mouth. I was only able to take in part of his huge cock, so I jerked the lower half in time with my bobbing head. His legs jerked and his stomach convulsed as he got closer and closer to his climax. I began to stroke and suck faster. My hard work paid its rich dividend when his cock began to spew into my eager mouth, coating my tongue with his sperm. I swallowed every drop. Ron had been breakfast, Lt. Lorton had been lunch, and now Jim had served up my dinner.

I got up and walked over to the cooler to get myself another beer. I had to stretch to reach it due to the length of the chain attached to my wrist. The windows were dark, indicating that the sun had set. I had lost track of time during this surreal day. By the time I had returned to the mattress, Jim was softly snoring. I heard a car pull up outside, and I sat down on the mattress to wait for James. I hoped he had found what he had wanted; my ass was sore enough.

He came in with another six pack of beer and a small bag of groceries. He saw me sitting on the mattress with my panties on the floor nearby and grinned. "Did Jim take good care of you?" he asked.

"Yes" I said, watching as he put the food and beer into the cooler. He then started to get undressed. He took off his shirt, pants and boxers, revealing his buff body. As he walked towards me with a smile and a rising erection, I thought to myself "It's going to be a long night!"

END OF CHAPTER THREE

  

  

  

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