Sammy and Moll
by DiscipleN
Copyright © 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
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>> Dear Storyteller, just wanted to let you know how much my husband, Sammy and I enjoyed your story. It got us both so aroused that (I blush) we both masturbated as we read it. Loved the spanking scenes as we both enjoy this too. I baby sit for my sister for her n-year old son and have had the pleasure of seeing the boy masturbate while reading my husbands mags (looking at the pictures actually). He and I have talked about sex a few times recently and it got my fantasies going. My husband loves hearing about it. Thanks again for the lovely story, keep up the good work. -Moll

"There, that ought to hook the bastard!" Agent Madeline Fallew pressed the Send button on her 'brown wrapper' email account.

Her partner in police work finished the last lines of her email. "Good work Maddie." Richard Handel nodded. "You used just the right tone of confession and distance. Mimicking the writer's own style of prose was subtle genius."

"Glad you thought so Rick, but your suggestion to mention the spanking part is the real hook. The sick fuck will think we actually read it."

"This job gets easier with every new pry bar. The agency's super computers are terrific! Every day, they can parse through millions of stories, from all the sick and perverted web sites in the world, and rate them on their child porn content." Agent Handel grinned victoriously.

"This is American law enforcement at it's best. Imagine what we'd be like if WE had to read this shit eight hours a-day." Madeline released the mouse and relaxed in her swivel chair.

Richard patted the back of his co-worker's hand where she rested it on their common work surface. "Before the computers were implemented we occasionally lost agents to Arousal Cycle Reconditioning. After a while, they needed porn to keep them from preying on innocents. The psych boys claim everyone of them will cease to be a threat with therapy, but they'll have to take erection suppressants for the rest of their lives.

"Except for poor Jones. She was actually caught fucking her son-in-law before the internal monitoring department realized she had crossed over."

Agent Handle slowly shook his head. "It's a hell of a mess what other inmates do to child molesters. I heard the prison keeps her in solitary for her own protection."

He gripped lightly Agent Fallew's shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. Was that a slight blush in her cheeks?

It's too bad we're both married, he thought briefly. It was an idle thought, no more. Agent Handel truthfully loved his wife and never cheated on her.

They were summoned by a splash from Madeline's computer. She had replaced the new mail notice with one she considered more appropriate.

"Well, lookie here. Storyteller seems to have something piercing his or her cheek." Richard indicated the sender field on his teammates' monitor.

"Three minutes, I think that takes the record." Madeline noted the clock on her task bar and pressed the Read button.

>> Dear Moll and Sammy, I would be delighted to hear more of this situation you describe, but please be aware that the internet is no longer safe from police scrutiny. You must not send any description of age or relationship that could trigger unwanted attention. Let us instead use the very conservative number 22 and you and your husband will be visiting a little known park to meet with this 'man'. If I do not hear from you again, I will assume I have frightened you away, which might be for the best. -Storyteller

"Damn." She exhaled loudly. Agent Fallew had been holding her breath.

"Well, its as sick as the computer profile projected, but we'll have to reel this one in very carefully.

Madeline nodded. In only the last two years, the totally incompetent, internet sicko's were getting harder to find. She hoped that this meant the majority of child molesters had already been nabbed. Of America's 250 million people, it amounted to less than a thousand convictions a year at their peak.

"To our advantage, he doesn't suspect he's already fingered." Madeline mused.

"Good point, but we'll need to study our target. Let's download the pervert's entire collection and read it. Our computers can only flag glaring clues, like illegal ages, drugs, and violent acts or threats. The psychological profilers will prepare their report, but we can't let this one escape from a simple, technical mistake. I sense this one's going to be a real slippery fish." Agent Handel wrung his hands smoothly.

"I'll ask legal to find a judge willing to okay locating the Storyteller's home. We'll know the bastard's real name by tomorrow." The female agent launched their inter-office forms application. "You know, I'd really, rather not read any of that crap."

"Not to worry, it took years of continuous reading to affect the poor souls who used to do this job."

The two agents began their preparations, working late into the night. The hunt was commenced and every tool needed to be sharp. They met their first two disappointments before noon the next day.

"It doesn't make any sense." Agent Fallew regarded a printout.

"Hmm?" Richard looked up from his own report.

"Legal found multiple access points for this character, mostly internet cafes and rogue, wireless network routers."

"That is something. The target is likely paranoid and computer literate. Funny, this psych report, here, doesn't mention it."

"What doesn't make sense is the access points are all over the world."

"Huh? Let me see that."

Madeline grimaced slightly at 'men and their need to see everything for themselves'. She handed the printout to her co-worker.

Agent Handel studied it for several minutes. "This must be a mistake. Ah, he's probably working through one of the encrypted, virtual networks. Some will export to the regular web from random connect points."

"Those poisonous hackers, why won't they just give up?" Agent Fallew fumed. "Potential sex offenders and terrorists have the highest investigative priority. We'll always be funded well enough break through these idealistic programmers' defenses."

"The obvious solution is search for all the public, virtual networks and identify the ones with random export location. Might as well get started. I've got to discuss this report with the psych department, talk about things not making sense. See you this afternoon."

Madeline grinned. "I wouldn't worry too much about the psych report. They're always a work in progress. Every new bit of evidence changes them 180 degrees. What we have to worry about is not tipping our hand. We can't wait too long before responding to the target's last email, especially if she or he is paranoid."

"Right." Richard nodded.

Their response was sent to the target before nightfall.

>> Dear Storyteller, I spoke with Sammy this morning, and we came to an agreement. We think its pretty exciting to tell you about our adventures, especially in secret. Maybe you'll make this of one of your stories. Anyway, we started looking for your other works. I read your one about that priest who taught 'special' ed to choir boys late at night. I think I cummed as hard as I ever have reading that one. Thanks. I'm deciding if I shouldn't go the the park and read it aloud to a man I know who visits there. Sammy suggested it. What do you think? -Moll

Once again, within minutes, an answer appeared at Madeline's in box.

>> Dear Moll and Sammy, I think you both should go to the park. While Sammy reads the story to your 22 year old friend, Moll might make herself available to be played with. I would love to hear if this idea turns you on. -Storyteller

Agent Fallew's disgust scrunched her face as Richard read the email.

"It's not enough to convict the shithead", He commented, "but it's a start."

"The sooner the better. I nearly threw up reading about those poor choir boys. They were orgasming in pools of their own blood! Eeeewwwwhhhhh!!!" Madeline shivered and looked up for reassurance.

He offered, "What if I read all the stories? I could give you the info you need to compose our future emails." Agent Handel took her shoulders and massaged them briefly.

"I'm tempted, Rick, but I wouldn't be your partner if I didn't haul my share of the shit work."

"This creep writes a variety of themes. The one I read was about a married couple exploring sex toys. A newspaper might have printed it."

Agent Fallew thought for a moment. "Hey, how's this for a solution? We let the computer rate this idiot's stories, and I'll read the less violent ones."

"Good plan. I'll talk it over with the nerds in investigative computing."

"Good luck. Oh, and by the way, Do you have the revised psych profile? I'll need it by tomorrow afternoon for my next email."

"Sure thing, but it still reads like a jigsaw puzzle filled in with pieces from different puzzles." Looking down into Madeline's beautiful hair, Richard shook his head in secret. He left the room soon after.

>> Dear Storyteller, It's hard to tell you what a blast Sammy and I had last night. No, really! I'm not sure how to word this. While Sammy read your story aloud, I was groped in the most delicious places. My friend at the park was very curious about lots of things. First he looked at my breasts which I exposed casually. (I never wear a bra.) Then he touched them, mostly because he watched me touching my aroused nipples. When he discovered my other hand was moving behind my waistband, he was even bold enough to stick his hand up my dress! I'm still breathless from the memory. I can hardly wait for our next visit. Your story about special toys has given me some interesting ideas. Do you think 22 is too young to be given one? -Moll

Dear Sammy and Moll, No, please do! If they weren't so expensive, I'd say give him one of each. Be sure to at least present him with a butt plug. 22 year old's need to learn about anal pleasure, and don't hesitate to use lots of lube and plenty of force. Threaten to spank him if he acts up, all right? -Storyteller

"How long did you have to wait for a reply this time?" Richard asked Madeline.

"Actually, it was about an hour."

"That's still pretty quick, on average. This person is always connected to the internet."

"The psych profile is fairly confident that the target has trouble in real-life interactions." Madeline hoped that they might be zeroing in, finally, after nearly a week of research.

Agent Handel relaxed at her upbeat tone. "Any luck with the encrypted, virtual networks?"

"Yes. Only two of them export randomly to the regular web, both in beta. For all their noise, the hacker community is a terribly inefficient lot."

"I mentioned it to investigative computing. They said they should be able to infiltrate the virtual network by using portions of its own code. They're going to try attaching riders to the encrypted data packets by spreading a virus to every node." Richard recited from memory. "I think what they meant was, we can't read the data, but we can track it."

Madeline knew the routine. She completed it for Richard. "If we can track it, we can analyze it statistically and find correlations to regular traffic."

"Yep, every time this jerk posts a story or answers your email, we'll step closer and closer, until we find the source of his packets and knock on his door." Agent Handel filled the room with his pride.

Madeline felt herself strongly affected and curiously drawn to it. She shook it off easily. Her husband was taking her out to dinner that evening, and then they would check into a classy hotel for the night. She had become more passionate of late with her husband. He hadn't minded one bit.

"If our data tracking fails, I think there's a good chance we can lure the target to come to us." She voiced her own hope. More than one molester had been caught by faking a meeting with an undercover victim.

"Then may the best investigator nab him or her first." Richard winked in mock competition.

>> Dear Storyteller, I wish I could have emailed you earlier, but aside from the regular world's hecticness, it took Sammy and I a long time to decide on what gift to bring with us to the park next time. (We took your advice.) Also the park isn't always available, and we haven't been able to visit it nearly as much as we like. But before I bore you, let me say that we did meet our friend yesterday, and it was more fun than I imagined. For a 22 year old, he was very naughty. We had to spank him several times, but we made sure not to leave any tell-tale marks. The best part was when I distracted him by lifting my skirt, for yesterday I didn't wear my white cotton panties, and he was really interested in all the smells and tastes and textures. I must have cum three times while he fondled me. And all this time, Sammy was lightly touching our friend's cute little butthole with lube, on the pretext of soothing the spanking. I know Sammy wanted to jerk off right then, but I've told my husband he must wait until he gets home before he is allowed to cum. When he finally screwed the plug in, I swear he almost came without touching himself. What should we do next? -Moll

Madeline reviewed her work with a professional eye. Once satisfied, she hesitated over it further, reading it slowly to herself. She felt flush with a strange pride. I'll nail this bastard on the head with this one. If Storyteller doesn't offer to assist in person after this I'll chuck my literature and psychology degrees into the toilet, she swore.

>> Dear Moll, you certainly seem to be the one in charge in your household. I was thrilled that you keep your husband's orgasms on a leash. I had great fun listening to your latest adventure, but I should remind you about using diminutive descriptions. Please avoid words like cute and little. I would have liked to have been there. I haven't been idle, either! Your emails excite me so much I had to write a story just for you. Here it is. -Storyteller

Madeline began reading the appended text without reservation. It was quite long and began innocently enough.

Richard found her still at the display after normal quitting hours. "Hi Maddie, working on another masterpiece of bait?" He reached for the coat that lay on his chair.

"Uh," Agent Fallew looked up somewhat disoriented. "No, just lost in thought. I think you should write the next one."

"Me? I don't know a participle from a parenthesis." He chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. You have to write it from Sammy's point of view. Maybe his grammar's worse than yours."

"Why, what has Sammy been doing that he needs to tell our pervert personally."

"Nothing. It's what he hasn't done..."

>> Storyteller, you really messed things up for me! This is Sammy. Ever since we read your stories, I've been getting the short shift from Moll. That guy from the park has moved into our home, well the bedroom, and I've been locked out. Right now Moll is up there doing only you know what. Your last story convinced her that you are the only one who can actualize her deepest fantasies. Somehow, you bastard, you looked into her heart and found all of the foul, disgusting secrets that were hiding there! She wants you to keep telling her how to enjoy her visits with that 22 year old dipshit. She won't even let me masturbate in my own home. I have to do it in the dog house. Eventually our Doberman pincher is going to get wise and kick me out. I HATE YOU!

"Crap, I didn't know I was capable of such depravity." Agent Handel had felt soiled as he typed out the email. His voice oozed with self-disgust.

"You've been reading too much of this guy's porn." Agent Fallew spoke evenly. "I think you should take a break."

"Maybe so, but the cyber-crew doesn't have enough data for a location match. We could spend another month soliciting this scum. My wife's been hinting about the victims of long hours."

"Take your wife somewhere special. Show her a good time. Fuck her brains out." Madeline looked serious.

"Excuse me?" Richard said, stunned.

"You heard me. Now get out of here. It's late, and she needs you."

"I don't appreciate your remark." Agent Handel stood up with his coat.

"Yeah, well I've got a lot of work to do and it's late. I'm tired and cranky."

Richard sustained his incredulity but decided to shelve the issue for later. It had been a long month's work baiting their target. Madeline probably wanted to take her own break once she wrapped up loose ends. "Sure Maddie, I'll see you in a few days. Get your rest."

"My name is Madeline. Good night."

Richard left the room.

>> Dear Storyteller, Thank you, thank you! I'm finally rid of that pig. Do you imagine the joy I feel, here in the park of my bedroom? My friend awaits at the pillow, and I am eager to explore. Help me. Join me. Let us discuss at least the possibility of you telling one of your stories as I take this virgin cock deep inside my body, unlocking every rapture. -Moll

Richard returned after a four day break over the weekend. The breath in his lungs was fresh and light. He sauntered into his and Agent Fallew's office with hardly a care.

In the dark office, Madeline's computer glowed a white-blue frame surrounding a large post-it note. He pulled it off with a simple tug.

Agent Handel, meet me at Fairfield Park, picnic table thirteen, and hurry. I'll be waiting there. I think we got us a child molester.

Richard's grin leapt from ear to ear. He was ready to spin on his heels and blow, when the computer splashed.

>> Fool, sit in your dog house and pull on your tiny cock! May the dog lick it until you cum up its throat. I wrote a little story, special for your cuckold ass. Read it, weep, and spit your impotent sperm into a beast. -Storyteller

Agent Handel was delayed by half an hour, leaving their headquarters for the municipal park.

Madeline waited. Her hand cuffs dangled in readiness. "On your knees, fool!"

Richard stumbled at her words. He dropped into the sand. A story tailored to his weakness played in his head, over and over. Another story, quite its opposite played in Madeline's. His promised freedom, hers power.

From behind a hedge, there emerged a naked boy. His cock directed him to the newly fallen angels.

"A story told me you would be my new mommy and my new daddy. The storyteller said we would live happily forever after."
The End