Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #16 - Connections
Keywords: MF, mc
Posted: May 4, 2011
Edited: May 4, 2011




			  The Adjusters #16


			     Connections


Two days. For two days now, Jackson had been racking his brain trying
to figure out what to do. "You want me to figure out a way to keep
Daniel distracted?" he had asked Kevin, hoping that the fraternity
president would reconsider and ask someone else, but no. "Heads will
roll," had added the president. And Jackson had no doubt that his
would be first on the chopping block.

Keep Daniel distracted. Easier said than done. He sighed. He had had
plenty of ideas in the past forty-eight hours, each more farfetched
than the precedent. And then there were the ideas that were just plain
cruel, and Jackson could not bring himself to even contemplate them in
any seriousness, like vandalizing his home, or messing with the
University Registrar's records, or wrecking his tuition payment
plan. He could not do that to Daniel, whatever the president might
unleash.

The president. Kevin had seemed utterly freaked out over the weekend,
rarely leaving his office, and looking over his shoulder like he was
expecting to be side-tackled by a homicidal linebacker when he
did. Jackson had an inkling that the fraternity president had some
troubles of his own, beyond those that Biff had brought on his head.

Jackson was sitting in an isolated bench bordering a green area by the
football stadium, far enough from strolling passersby to afford some
amount of privacy. He was waiting for Kyra, who was supposed to meet
him there. Thinking about Kyra calmed him down almost immediately. She
had been busy finishing a series of drawings for some project she was
doing for a professor, and he had barely seen her. He sighed. He had
been looking forward to spending some quality time with the lithe and
feisty redhead who sucked cock like no one could.

"Jackson. Fancy meeting you here."

He turned slowly towards the voice to see Cindy walking up towards the
bench, her too short skirt threatening as usual to reveal way too much
of her charms. She always gave the impression of being a stereotypical
perfect blonde, the kind that had become synonymous with ditzy in
popular culture, but Jackson was starting to suspect that she was
anything but. Sure, she giggled a lot and had an utterly care-free
attitude to everything, but she was surprisingly sharp, and she had
once let escape that she was majoring in economics with a minor in
mathematics. Jackson could further attest that she was also great in
the sack -- those shapely legs of her feeling wonderful when wrapped
around your waist, clutching you tight as you drive yourself deep
inside her. Jackson shook his head.

"Hey Cindy -- what's up?"

She sat next to him on the bench, and leaned over to give him a peck
on the cheek, one that lingered perhaps a few seconds longer than
strictly necessary. She had always been friendly to him, but ever
since that one night he spent with her two weeks earlier after
activating her programming -- the only time he had spent with her,
most of his attention having been focused on Kyra -- she had been a
lot more flirty with him. Leaking, Bernie had called it. While the
programming that the girls were subjected to affected their behavior
only when they were in their trance state, some behavior modification
leaked to the non-trance states. Bernie had explained that this was
due to the equipment in the lab not being calibrated enough to achieve
the level of precision required. As long as it translated to girls
kissing him, Jackson did not mind such leakage. More generally, it
meant that the programmed girls were nicer to the frat brothers even
when they were not in a trance.

The part of his mind that was not completely overwhelmed by the sight
of Cindy crossing her legs and in doing so calling attention to the
convergent lines of her thighs noted that he had not seen Bernie
around these last few days.

"What are you up to, hanging out all by your lonesome self?" asked
Cindy.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to quite staring at her legs
and look into her eyes. This only barely helped, since she had the
bluest eyes he had ever seen, and while they seemed large and innocent
right now, he knew full well that with only one word -- one sentence
-- he could open up vistas of depravity and lust, get her to debase
herself joyfully, without censorship, embracing her inner pervert. And
as was often the case, she looked like she knew exactly what he was
thinking.

"Nothing much. Waiting for Kyra, really."

Cindy laughed delightedly. "And how's your darling girlfriend doing?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Right. Right. Of course not." Cindy smiled, then whistled the melody
to "Jackson and Kyra sitting in a tree", which earned her a swat on
the shoulder.

"Stop it!"

"Sorry," said Cindy, not sounding sorry at all. "But you looked all
gloomy before I showed up. Hard to believe that you were thinking
about Kyra with such a long face."

"What? Oh. No, I was thinking about Daniel."

"Of course. Awful, awful thing that happened to him. I can't believe
that Biff would just take Jenn like that. And that she'd go along with
it, and just drop Daniel. She seemed to love him so much."

"Yeah." Jackson, who knew better, did not elaborate. "I was just
trying to figure out a way to cheer him up. Especially since the word
around the frat is that Biff and Jenn have taken off somewhere south
for a while."

"Really? That's crazy! Poor Daniel. He's going to be difficult to
cheer up, that's for sure. He needs time. Time, and friends. I know. I
know that real well." She looked in the distance, sadness in her eyes.

Jackson looked at Cindy, the obvious question dying on his lips as an
idea flashed in his mind. It was not a new idea, but with Cindy right
there, he figured he just had to try.

"Cindy," he said, his voice low, "I am your dick brother." Cindy's
eyes flashed to the fraternity ring on his finger, and then looked up
at him, an unmistakable glow of lust clearly visible. Jackson
swallowed.

"What is your wish, sir?" Her voice was silky smooth, a hint of
playfulness shining through. She crossed her legs, the movement
revealing even more mouth-watering thigh. Jackson longed to run a hand
up that leg, knowing he would eventually reach a warm pussy that only
asked to get touched, probably soaking wet already. He resisted the
impulse. Fuck, he thought. Kyra, better have some extra stamina after
this. Not that Kyra would mind if he had his way with the hot blonde,
but at some level, he would.

"Cindy, listen, you really like Daniel, right?"

"Yes, I do."

"I do too. He seems like a straight up guy."

"He is. He's smart, kind, funny, he never loses his temper, and just a
generally pleasant person. And he's hot."

"You're completely right. And now that Jenn's gone, we have to make
sure he's taken care of. I mean, he has friends, of course..."

"Yes, Radhu and Serena -- they're close, all of them. Although Radhu I
have not seen around for a while. And Serena --"

"Serena's so busy with her job at the paper that she probably has no
time to really spend with Daniel." Not to mention, he added
internally, that she's busy getting fucked by half the frat, seeing
how popular the statuesque black girl had become since the New Year.

"He's all alone," added Cindy, edging closer to Jackson, her hand
coming to rest on his leg. "That's so sad."

"And he's just lost his girlfriend -- his fiancee -- and he's
distraught. He needs comfort." It wasn't a question, Jackson made sure
of that.

"He's distraught. He needs comfort." Cindy repeated, with conviction.

"Yes. And you should be the one to provide this comfort. You are the
perfect person to do this. His friends are busy with their on lives,
so it is your responsibility, because you are his friend. Because you
love him."

"I love him."

"You love him. And now he's available. So he can be yours. All yours."

"All mine." The way she said it, with hunger, made Jackson
hesitate. She was too intense for a girl in a trance, as she often
was.

"That's right. All yours."

"That's right. Hang out with him, support him, take care of him,
console him, distract him, make yourself indispensable. Turn on your
wily charms and ensnare him."

"I'll ensnare him. Make him mine."

"That's right. You'll make him yours. You'll make him forget his
fiancee, make him fall in love with you, just like you're in love with
him."

"I'll make him love me, just like I love him."

"Exactly." Jackson let out a deep breath. This was a crap shot of the
most optimistic kind. He had no clue whether this would work, and he
wished Bernie had not made himself scarce since the meeting with Kevin
two days earlier so that he could have talked this over with
him. While the girls looked like they were suggestible when they were
in their trance -- and indeed, they would obey orders readily, even
enthusiastically -- they actually were not. According to Bernie, there
was no sure-fire way to put in suggestions that carried over to their
non-trance state, beyond some unpredictable leakage. Which was too
bad, Bernie had added, because you could do some pretty kinky things
with posthypnotic suggestions, like having a girl start taking off her
clothes under certain trigger conditions, or react in particular ways
to what other people say and do.

Cindy was silent, looking at him expectantly, and waiting for further
instructions. Did he imagine it, that look of longing in her eyes,
that look that suggested she'd be more than happy to flip over that
short skirt she had on and welcome him inside, spreading her long legs
wide? Between her long blonde hair, her blue eyes, her red generous
lips, he felt a wave of lust sweep over him. Maybe just a few minutes
of fun? Kyra. Think of Kyra. Think of the little redhead with pixie
hair and a body to sin for. Think of her on her knees before you,
looking up at you as she slurps your cock down, taking it deep,
moaning in appreciation. Think of her dancing for you, giving you one
of those lap dances that are illegal in most states of the
Union. Think of her begging you, pleading for you to fuck her hard
over and over again. Offering herself. All of her. To do with as you
wished. Deep breath. That's it. Take care of this and you can go and
fuck yourself senseless.

"Okay, Cindy. You will close your eyes, and when you open them back
up, you will be back to normal."

Cindy looked disappointed, but she did as ordered, and closed her
eyes. Jackson shuffled on the bench to put some distance between them,
not knowing how the blonde would react if she woke up with her thigh
pressing hard into his. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, and
smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Cute idea, but it won't work," she said, shaking her head. "You're
such a guy."

"What?"

"Me seducing Daniel. Won't work. It's too much, too soon. You need a
much softer touch."

Jackson was shocked. Was she still in a trance? Cindy looked at him
with a little smile.

"He needs a friend, not a lover. If I come on to him, he'll push me
away and run. Trust me. But don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"How do you...?"

"How do I what?"

"You're not supposed to..."

"I'm not supposed to know what happens to me when you work your mojo
on me?"

Jackson did not know what to say to that, and could feel his face
redden.

"And now you're blushing! Jackson, you are such a dear. Yes, I do
remember everything you tell me when you do whatever it is that you
do, and yes, I know I'm not really supposed to remember -- I figured
as much from talking to the other girls who seem to have no
recollection of anything weird happening to them."

She knew. Jackson was near panicking. She knew that she had been put
in a sort of trance, and she remembered everything. And remembered
everything that had happened to her on other occasions too. This was
impossible, he could almost hear Bernie say in his quiet superior
voice, since all the programming was embedded at a pre-conscious
level, where supposedly even language was not formed, so there were no
words attached to those ideas and notions, and therefore no way for
the brain to process them except perhaps through dreams. Or something
like that -- Jackson always phased out when Bernie went all technical
on him. And here was Cindy, challenging the impossible.

"You remember?" he asked, stumbling over the words. "You remember? Oh
God! Why didn't you...?"

She laughed. "Why didn't I what? Tell you before? Are you actually
embarrassed? That's so cute!"

"You're not... you're not upset?"

"Why? Because you guys have used me over and over again for the last
six months, ordering me around, treating me like a little fuck doll to
do with as you pleased?"

Jackson swallowed, unable to look at her.

"Look, I don't know what you did, or how you did it, but I didn't say
anything because I was enjoying myself. It was fun."

Jackson looked up. "Fun?" He had not expected that.

Cindy sighed. "Yes, fun. You wouldn't understand. Look, don't worry,
your secret's safe with me. And as far as Daniel is concerned, I'll
take care of him, all right? I do care about him. Tell me, though, how
likely is Jenn to come back? You said she was gone."

"Yeah, they're gone. Not sure where exactly. But I don't think they'll
be back for a long while. Certainly if Kevin has his say. He wants
Biff away from this place, and Jenn too."

"That's what I thought. Okay." She paused for a second, thinking. Then
she looked sad for a second. "I'll need to get rid of this then," she
said, looking at her charms bracelet. After a beat, her face hardened,
and she jerked on the chain, sending two of the charms flying into the
grass. She handed Jackson the chain with the remaining
charm. "Here. Daniel won't trust me as long as I wear this. And
rightly so."

Jackson was speechless, but accepted the bracelet. He could see the
longing on her face, but did not understand it. His brain felt like it
had stopped processing information, and was merely reacting to
external stimuli.

"Hey, what are you guys up to?"

"Kyra!" Jackson jumped, looking like he had been caught with hand in
the cookie jar.

Cindy smiled. "Hi Sweetie -- I was just entertaining your boyfriend
while he was waiting for you." She stood up and kissed Kyra on the
cheek, her lips lingering for half a second on the skin of the
redhead, who responded with a kiss of her own. Leakage, thought
Jackson. He knew that the two girls had been enjoyed together by some
of his brothers.

"He's not my boyfriend," laughed Kyra.

"Yeah, so I heard. You two are just spending all of your time
together, hand in hand, sneaking kisses when no one's looking. Don't
worry --" she winked exaggeratedly at Kyra, "-- your secret's safe
with me." She turned her head towards Jackson, and winked again, this
time more seriously, a little smile on her lips.

"I'll see you later," she waved, heading down the way Kyra had come, a
spring in her step.

"What's she so happy about?" asked Kyra, dropping down next to Jackson
and watching the blonde girl go.

"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest."

"You know, if I were your girlfriend, I may just be a tiny bit jealous
that you were spending time with a friendly and beautiful blonde." She
was joking, but was there actually some worry in her voice?

Jackson looked at Kyra silently for a few seconds, mesmerized by the
redhead's sharp green eyes, thinking. Girlfriend. That way lay
trouble, didn't it? After all, she was free to use by the other
brothers in the fraternity. Granted, many of them had stayed away from
her since they had been hanging out more and more together, but
still. There could be no expectation of exclusiveness. On the other
hand, what he felt was what he felt and there was no way around it --
he liked her, a lot. And it stung whenever someone took her and fucked
her.

"What?" she asked, amused.

He ran his hand through her short red hair, and she leaned into the
caress, closing her eyes, a grin on her lips. His hand trailed down
the side of her face. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was
around, and seeing no one, and blushing while she did it, she quickly
caught his thumb between her lips and sucked it inside, in and out,
slowly, her tongue swirling around delicately.

"So what would you like?" she asked, her voice seductive, once he had
slipped his finger out from between her lips.

"What do you mean?"

Kyra snuggled up beside him, pulled him against her, and, once again
after looking around to make sure no one was looking, she kissed him,
her lips parting as his tongue slipped inside. He ran his hands up
side, touching her breasts through the tight sweater. He could feel
her nipples harden under his fingers.

"You know exactly what I mean," her voice low. "What would you like?"

"What are you offering?"

Kyra actually blushed. "Anything you want." She let out a deep breath.

Jackson smiled. He had come to know her over the last weeks, and know
her fantasies, which were not buried that deeply. She liked it when he
told her what to do -- she liked it a lot. And she liked having her
boundaries pushed almost as much as she dreaded it. The combination
was heady.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Then it's easy. I want to
fuck you and feel you come around me."

She shivered. "Okay," she said even more softly than before, glancing
at him from below shaded eyelids. "Your place or mine?"

"How about right here?"

Her eyes widened, her breath grew short. "No way! Someone could see!"

He grinned, unzipping his pants. Kyra turned red, looking around
wildly. "Jackson! Stop it! We'll get in trouble!"

Jackson took her hand, brought it down to his groin, placed it over
his hardening shaft. He continued whispering in her ear. "We won't get
in trouble. But yes, someone could pass by. Can you imagine what
they'd think if they saw you stuffing my dick in your mouth, or your
pussy, or your ass. What would they think? I mean, besides 'look at
that skank being pounded right there in the middle of campus,' and
even 'it looks like she's really loving it?'"

Kyra shivered again, closing her eyes. Her hand was pressing into
Jackson's crotch, rubbing his cock through his pants slowly, almost
without realizing it.

Jackson knew he was pushing it, but he knew that at some level she
enjoyed it, and it was certainly hot to see her so bothered. He
whispered again. "And they'd be right, too. You are a skank. I bet
you're wet just thinking about me ripping those pants off you and
stuffing your panties in your mouth and taking you, right here, right
now. And you know what happens to skanks that get wet so easily?"

Kyra's hand pressed harder on his cock, now closing softly over the
shaft still covered by his shorts. Without opening her eyes, her voice
barely a whisper, she answered. "They get punished." Her breath was
short.

"That's right -- they get punished," whispered back Jackson. "They get
to crawl on their hands and knees, begging not to be abused too hard,
promising that they'll be good, that they'll be obedient, that they'll
be docile. And then they get tied up, hands in their back, ankles up
behind their thighs, a cock gag in their throat, a fat dildo up their
ass, and then they get fucked, hard, like a piece of meat, with no
regard to their pleasure, a fuck toy for their master's enjoyment."

Kyra shivered noticeably, her hand grasping his cock. He could see her
nipples trying to pierce through her thin sweater so hard they
were. He toyed with the idea of playing with them, but expected Kyra
to snap out of it. He knew he could use her trigger, but this was so
much better, so much hotter, so much... truer. This was Kyra, the real
Kyra, turned on by him, Jackson, and not by some proxy Jackson that
existed only in her mind, or however the programming really
worked. "Is that how you want to be punished, Kyra?" he whispered to
her.

"Yessss..." Eyes closed, she licked her lips, her hips jerking slowly,
as if teased by an invisible cock.

"Except I think you'd enjoy it too much -- not much of a punishment if
you gets your rocks off is it?" Her hand was rubbing his cock
still. "No, I think we'd need something else. How about I get Cindy to
come along, and I fuck her right in front of you, while you're tied up
and can't move or pleasure yourself, so all you can do is watch my
dick plow inside her over and over again, wishing it was you?" Kyra
groaned and shook as a tremor coursed through her body. Jackson eyed
Cindy's charms bracelet on the table, thinking that there was a fat
chance now that Cindy could possibly join them in a threesome. But
Kyra did not know that -- or even cared, at this point.

"Pleaaaaseeee...." she moaned.

"Please what? Please do it, or please don't? You know what? After I
fuck Cindy's little blonde twat -- after I've made her come over and
over again while you're lying out tied up and unable to move -- I
think I'll get her to squat over your pretty little face and -- after
taking off your cock gag, of course, perhaps shoving it in your
drooling pussy -- force you to clean her out. I'd love to see you with
your tongue between Cindy's legs, your head trapped by her thighs,
your nose up her butt, licking away, sucking, drinking my cum, your
hips jerking up begging to be touched, rubbed, pinched, begging to
have the hard dildos in your holes replaced by warm flesh, and you
know it won't happen because I'm going to keep you tied up and
unsatisfied the whole night until you offer to do the filthiest things
if I'd only let you get off."

Kyra was shaking, her eyes still closed, her hand squeezing and
kneading his cock. Jackson wanted her, knew she wanted him. This was
as far as they had ever gone in public playing the submission games
that Kyra seemed to enjoy so much. Quietly, and after another look
around to see that no one was there, he brought his hands down to his
pants and pulled down his short, letting his cock out. Kyra froze when
she felt his naked shaft in her hand, and that seemed to snap her out
of whatever trance she was in. She opened her eyes, pulled away from
him, her face red. "Jackson! You're shameless! I'm not doing this
here!" She pulled her hand away, smoothed out her sweater nervously,
and made to stand up. She hesitated. "We can... we can continue this
at my place? Maybe?" she asked in a low voice, blushing furiously.

Jackson grinned. "That'd be great."

Kyra had a little smile, and took Jackson's hand.

"Kyra, I am your dick brother."

Kyra's eyes flashed to the fraternity ring on Jackson's finger, then
glassed over for a few seconds. She remained silent, her eyes trained
down.

Jackson was all up for continuing this at her place, but he needed
release, now, and he knew that in her heart of hearts, she enjoyed
this. He grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his lap, plunging
his cock into her eager mouth.



				* * *



The morning call took Daniel by surprise. The New Alexandria police
department, asking him to please drop by in the afternoon, that they
wanted to talk to him about the Jenn case, and to bring the
information he claimed he had. Daniel had almost given up by that
point in time.

He gathered up all the data he had accumulated about Jenn's
disappearance, from the DVD that Biff had sent him -- which Daniel
hesitated to include given what it showed -- to the report that
Pritznic produced of his search and surveillance of Biff and Jenn the
previous week. He included what information he had about the events at
the NADA party at the end of the previous semester, and a summary of
his participation in the investigation into Marjorie the previous
semester, highlighting that the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity was a
common thread through all of those events. He was still missing
Serena's notes from her investigation of Marjorie's behavior and
disappearance.

He called her, left a message on her voicemail, and was pleasantly
surprised when she got back to him within half an hour. She was so
difficult to reach these days. She was okay with meeting him early
afternoon and hand over whatever information she had.

At the agreed time, he found her sitting at a table at the Darnell
Cafe in the middle of campus, talking with Cindy. Serena waved him
over.

"Hi Ser," he said, leaning down to kiss his friend, "thanks for
meeting me." He looked at Cindy. "Hey Cin. I didn't know you two hung
out."

"She was here when I got here and since I remembered her from here
last week, figured I'd say hi."

"And then we just got to talking," continued Cindy. "You've talked
about her before, Dan, but you never quite conveyed just how amazing
she was! Did you know she won a prize for best investigative piece in
a high-school newspaper four years ago? I remember reading those
series of article about bacteria in the company responsible for
providing food to all those school cafs, because that's exactly the
one we had. I even based my senior science project on those bacteria!"

Daniel nodded, meanwhile thinking back, and realizing that Serena must
have been talking about the time last week when Serena and he met
Cindy and Jackson and his -- what? friend? girlfriend? -- the day
where Jenn disappeared.

He must have made a face, because Serena looked at him with a
concerned expression. "What's wrong?"

Daniel shook his head. "Nothing. Just... nothing." The past week had
been rough, and that he felt at odds with Serena did not help any. It
went beyond the exchange they had a week ago, when he grabbed the
bracelet off her wrist and she kicked him. They had met during the
week, a few times, and mended fences. But there was a distance, he
could feel it, and he did not know where it came from.

The bracelet. He looked at Serena's wrist, and saw a charms bracelet
just like the one he had taken from her. Her eyes followed his, and
narrowed, challenging him to say anything. He did not. He did not have
the energy. And besides, he needed her. Instead, he pointed to the
file folder held closed with an elastic that sat on the table between
the two girls. "Your notes?"

Serena nodded, giving him the folder. "Yup. A copy of everything I
gathered last semester. It's not a lot, and I don't think it'll help
you much, but it's yours."

"Thanks Serena. I appreciate it. Sorry for being a pain lately."

She looked at him for a second before her expression softened. "Don't
worry about it. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. I know
we've been tense lately, but I'm here for you, you know that, right?"
She reached with a hand and squeezed one of his. He smiled back.

"I do know it. It's just been a rotten week, that's all."

He added the folder Serena had given him to the large folder that he
was already carrying.

"What's that?" she asked.

"All the stuff we've accumulated on Delta Iota Kappa, between Marjorie
last year and the stuff with Biff from the PI I hired. Everything that
pertains, as far as I can tell, to Jenn's abduction. The police called
me this morning -- they want to see what I have. Maybe they're
starting to believe me."

"The police. You sure that's a good idea? I mean, there isn't that
much to go on, and you know how helpful they were last semester."

"What choice do I have? I mean, I don't know what to do. The PI thing
didn't pan out, and beside he doesn't want to continue. And I don't
buy that Jenn left with Biff of her own volition. I just don't buy
it. She was made to say that. I don't know how, I don't know why, but
I'll figure it out. And it's got something to do with Marjorie. I'm
sure of it."

Serena looked pained. "Daniel, I told you. Marjorie had some kind of
nervous breakdown, and she's recovering now. There was no
conspiracy. Just a prostitution ring gone wrong, that Marjorie got
involved in for whatever reason. I can't believe you listen to the
kind of drivel that Radhu's been spouting --"

"And I can't believe you buy this whole
Marjorie-had-a-nervous-breakdown crap!"

"-- and Jenn may just have had cold feet. It doesn't excuse what she
did, far from it, but until you see her again -- and you will, the
girl really loves you -- you'll drive yourself crazy jumping from
conclusion to conclusion."

Daniel took a deep breath. He did not want to have this argument
again, not right now. "Serena, I don't want to fight again. Look, I
know those frat boys are your new best pals now -- don't argue, you've
been seen hanging out with them a lot these past few weeks -- but you
were all over them last year when they got Marjorie. So fine, now you
can't be bothered to ask them any questions, even though we know
Biff's involved, and at least another guy -- this Bernie guy. But that
doesn't mean I won't keep looking for the truth. Thanks for the info
you brought. I'll catch you later. Bye Cindy."

He left, without looking back.

He was already on the path towards the end of Campus that led downtown
when he heard Cindy calling up to him.

"Dan, wait up!"

He turned to her, still upset. She raised her hands in a peace
gesture, and skipped up to him. She had on her cutest face.

"Don't shoot. I'm unharmed."

"Cin, please let it go. I'm in no mood to argue anymore. It really
hasn't been a good week."

"I know, I know. Look, Dan, I'm on your side."

Daniel merely grunted at that.

She scooted up to him and put her arm under his and started to walk,
prodding him along. "I am. And you have to forgive Serena. She's
completely overwhelmed these days -- between her articles that are due
and her coursework and a bit of boy troubles, she's barely got enough
energy to keep her head above water. I've been talking to her for the
last half hour -- well, really, she's been talking for the last hour,
telling me all about it."

Daniel remained silent.

"She's very nice. And she cares about you a lot. And you know it."

Daniel made a face, but again said nothing. "Come on, you know it. I'm
sorry on her behalf for being abrasive, but I'm sure she'll come
around and tell you that herself when she's more herself. In the
meantime, hey, I'm here."

She made a gesture, pointing to herself, a large smile on her
face. Daniel shook his head, but had to fight off a smile. For which
he almost immediately felt guilty. This was Cindy, the girl that Jenn
had always teased him had a crush on him. This was wrong. Cindy
noticed his discomfort, and misunderstood it.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't making light of the situation. It must be
hard. I'm so sorry." She squeezed his arm. He nodded, not trusting
himself to say anything.

"I do have some news for you though," she added softly. "I spoke to
Jackson a few days ago, and he told me that the rumor was that Biff
had skipped town, and by all accounts he had a girl with Jenn's
description accompanying him. Something about leaving for somewhere
warm."

Daniel stared at her for several seconds, absorbing the blow. He did
not know whether to believe her, or Jackson, or the rumor itself. He
guessed it made sense -- for Biff to take off. He stopped, looked at
the file folder he was carrying. It suddenly felt pointless. If Biff
was gone, and Jenn with him, then what could he do? Suddenly,
everything seemed hopeless.

"I'm sorry," continued Cindy, "but I didn't know how to tell you. And
I figured it'd be nicer if it came from someone you knew. Look, how
about I go down to the station with you. Keep you company, provide
some support, you know. Don't take this the wrong way, but you look
like you need it."

Daniel glanced at her, trying to read through and see what game she
was playing, but saw nothing but wide-eyed innocence, and what looked
like a genuine desire to help. He sighed. He could not trust her. His
eyes glanced down to her wrist, and he was surprised not to see what
he was expecting to see. "Cin -- your bracelet? What happened to it?"

She shrugged, the movement sending her ponytail aflutter. "I've given
it back. After everything that happened, after what Biff's done, and
seeing how much it upset you, well, it didn't feel right. It was fun
while it lasted, but no more."

Daniel appraised her, unsure what to think. But he was glad to have
someone around, as he had been feeling increasingly alone in the past
ten days. "You are an odd one, Miss Caprese."

"So I've been told. Shall we go?"

"Please."

Cindy smiled wide, and grabbed his arm.

"By the way," Cindy said as they made their way down the path, "I
heard you might need a hand with your senior project?"

"Who told you that?"

"Serena."

"Just how much did you two talk before I showed up exactly?"

"Enough. So what's it about, the project?"

"I was thinking of a research project investigating electorate
manipulation through mediatic, linguistic, and auto-suggestion
techniques..."

"In other words, mind control for political purposes?"

Daniel almost blushed. "I guess, yes. I mean --"

"No need to apologize for it. You're not only completing your
requirement for graduation, but also taking advantage of the
opportunity to research techniques that you think may have been used
on Jenn. That's smart."

Daniel looked at Cindy in surprise. "Huh... thanks."

"So what do you need?"

"Well, I'm not too up on the cognitive and psychological side of
things. Not really my forte."

"Ah. I think I can help you with that. I know some about psychology --
I took a few courses a couple of years ago."

"I thought your major was economics?"

"It is. Can't a girl have hobbies?"

Daniel shook his head. "Well, thank you -- I'd appreciate the help,
frankly."

"Cool. And in return, maybe I can pick your brain about the
socio-political implications of the events leading up to the Bosnian
war? It's for a paper on the economy of Eastern Block in the last
quarter of the twentieth century."

"Huh... sure."

"Then it's settled... partner." And once again Daniel could do nothing
more than shake his head upon seeing the large smile illuminating
Cindy's face.



				* * *



The police station was a small building nestled between taller
buildings at the edge of the Darnell Ghetto and the city proper. The
New Alexandria police usually delegated its duty to the Darnell campus
police for matters having to do with University business, but took
care of the more violent and clearly criminal cases.

The station was quiet when Daniel and Cindy showed up, with only a few
people brought in for disorderly conduct crowding the small
reception. Daniel approached the officer on duty at the reception
desk.

"Good afternoon, officer. I'm here to see the Police Chief Roberts."

The officer looked utterly bored, barely glancing at Daniel. "And why
would you think Chief Roberts wants to see you?" He noticed Cindy
then, and his interest perked up noticeably. His eyes zeroed in on her
legs, exposed as usual by the short skirt she was wearing. She barely
seemed to notice -- Daniel reflected that she was probably used to
that reaction from men -- but it bothered him.

"If you'd be so kind to stop ogling my friend here, perhaps you could
do your job, you know, for a second?"

The officer turned to him, annoyed.

"Look, kid --"

"Don't kid me. Isn't it your job to help us constituents? You know, to
serve and protect, that sort of thing?"

The officer must have sensed Daniel's rising anger because his eyes
narrowed and he pushed his chair back to give himself some room to
maneuver if it came to that. His voice took on a cold polite tone.

"Sir, I will ask you to please collect yourself."

"Is there a problem here?" A deep voice from behind the
officer. Daniel and Cindy looked up at the newcomer. The officer
replied, his eyes never leaving Daniel.

"No problem, Chief. This young man said he wanted to see you, but was
starting to get a bit heated under the collar."

"I see," said the police chief, a sturdy man of about fifty, hair
already graying, dressed in a cheap suit, but holding himself with the
unmistakable bearing of cops the world over. "You must be Daniel
Malcolm."

"I am, sir."

"Very well. Let them through, Holloway." He looked at Cindy. "And you
are...?"

"Cindy Caprese, sir," replied the blonde.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Caprese. Please follow me. We'll be more
comfortable to discuss this business in my office."

He gestured to Daniel and Cindy, pointing down a hallway. They
followed his prompt, under the frowning look of Officer Holloway who
had initially greeted them.

The chief's office was not large, but held an impressive amount of
memorabilia testifying to a long service to the police force.

"Go ahead, son. Talk to me," said the chief, sitting in his chair
behind his desk.

"Well, sir, my fiancee went missing more than a week ago. And her
disappearance has something to do with a guy called Biff Cuskers, from
the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity, who's not been seen since." Then,
taking a deep breath, and forcing himself to remain calm lest he
sounded like a lunatic, Daniel recounted the events connecting the
disappearance of Marjorie Duquesne the previous semester, her
resurfacing at the Spirited Flesh, a strip club in the Darnell Ghetto,
and at the New American Deal Association party, her Delta Iota Kappa
silver charms bracelet, that same bracelet appearing on his fiance's
wrist before her disappearance, the threats from Biff the previous
semester.

The chief listened attentively, his fingers steepled in front of his
face. When Daniel was done, he took a few seconds to respond. "Let me
get that last part straight," he said. "You believe that those girls
-- your fiancee, this Marjorie -- were forced to act in
uncharacteristic ways, against their will? And that the Delta Iota
Kappa fraternity is involved. I'm sorry to say, that sounds..."

Daniel sighed in frustration. "I know how it sounds. Hell, I said
exactly what you're saying now last year. But with Jenn's behavior,
and what happened at the NADA party, there's something fishy going
on."

"I remember the NADA investigation a couple of months ago. A
prostitution ring, led by some high officers of the association. That
Duquesne girl was one of the girls they had turning tricks."

"I think the prostitution ring was just a front, sir. A red herring."

"Mmm," said the chief. "And this is the evidence you have?" He
extended a hand towards Daniel, who hesitated before yielding the
folder he had been carrying.

"Yes, sir. This is the research that Serena Banks accumulated last
year when investigating Marjorie's disappearance. As well as more
recent research about my fiancee, including a report from a private
investigator I hired to tail Biff."

The chief nodded, thumbing through the accumulated material. Daniel
fell silent. He looked at Cindy, who smiled encouragingly and squeezed
his arm.

After a minute or two, the chief closed the folder and nodded once,
vigorously. "Well, son, I'll have to think about this. Now, you should
know that your fiancee, Jennifer Hansen, stopped by the station
yesterday, to dismiss the notion that she had been abducted, and was
held against her will. I talked to the young lady myself, and she
seemed perfectly pleasant and of sane mind. And she was alone. She
said that you would be looking for her, but for personal reasons did
not want to see you or talk to you. She said she was taking a leave of
absence from the University." The chief looked at Daniel, clearly
waiting for a reaction.

There was none. Daniel kept himself under tight control, despite the
shock of what the chief had just told him. He nodded, acknowledging
the information. All things considered, this was not at all
surprising. If Biff had Jenn so much under his thumb that he could get
her to record that DVD, then it must have been a simple matter to
convince her to come and talk to the police. Although why Jenn had not
taken advantage of the opportunity to tell the chief what was going
was disturbing.

"Well, Mister Malcolm, I'll pass down your information to the
appropriate detective. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.."
The chief stood, and Daniel and Cindy followed suit. They shook hands,
and the chief guided Daniel and Cindy to the door. As they left,
Daniel heard the chief tell Officer Holloway -- "Get me Gonzales." He
wondered if that was the detective that would be put on the case.



				* * *



Casually sitting in a seat in the corner of the police station
reception, the raven-haired woman with the leather duster followed
Daniel and Cindy with her eyes as they walked out of the
station. There was no expression on her face, even as she took in the
short blonde's graceful legs and the short skirt that did little more
than attract every pair of eyes to the rear end it covered.

She turned to stare at Officer Holloway, who was watching her watch
the young couple leave the station. After ten seconds, the policeman
finally looked down, flustered. The raven-haired woman permitted
herself a tiny smile before standing up and exiting the station. She
had seen the young man, Daniel Malcolm, enter with a file folder, and
leave without it. He had to have left it with the police chief. She
would return later tonight, and have a look at it.



				* * *



Police chief Roberts sat back in his office chair, and sighed, a deep
weary sigh. He picked up the folder that the young man Malcolm had
given him, and thumbed through it again. This was bound to happen, he
thought. Those kids went too far. This is going to get messy. He shook
his head, dropping the papers on the desk.

And that girl Marjorie, again. He had been told that she would not be
an issue anymore, after the lengths he had had to go through at the
end of last year to make sure her behavior was not investigated too
deeply. But here she was, making his life miserable once more. What
the fuck were those kids doing up there? He could feel his ulcer
threaten to flare up.

Pulling a small key attached by a chain to his trousers from his
pocket, he unlocked the drawer of his desk and tossed in the folder,
cursing under his breath. Just as he pulled out a ring from that same
drawer, there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

The door opened and officer Sonya Gonzales stepped inside. "You wanted
to see me, Chief?"

"Gonzales. Sit down."

Looking momentarily worried, officer Gonzales made her way to the
police chief's desk. Roberts considered her a moment. The daughter of
an old friend on the force -- killed in the line of duty almost
fifteen years ago -- he had not only seen her grow up to follow in her
father's footsteps, but he had also seen her grow into a beautiful
young woman, with her long dark hair held up in a bun, and delicate
latina features. She looked fragile, thin and leggy, until she
full-nelsoned you to the ground and had you beg for mercy.

"Problem, Chief?"

"You might say that. Bunch of kids came in to bring me a heartburn."

"Sorry to hear that, Chief. Anything I can do to help?"

"Actually, there is." He put on the ring he had pulled out of the
drawer. "Sonya," he said, looking straight at her, "I am your dick
brother."

Officer Gonzales' eyes glanced at the ring before looking up. "Vivo
para servir."

The way she said that never failed to make Roberts shiver. He had
lusted over this young woman ever since she had developed those
fantastic curves of hers. He had resigned himself to fantasizing
despite his hard wishes that she may fall madly in love with his
strong father figure role in her life, until Kevin Cusker had
approached him with an offer he could not refuse.

"Sonya, lock the door, then take off your shirt and come sit on my
lap."

She obeyed, like she was programmed to do -- first locking the door
behind her, then walking towards him while unbuttoning her service
shirt. She pulled it off just as she came around to his side of the
desk, revealing a functional bra that served to contain her generous
breasts. The silver charms bracelet on her wrist jingled with her
movement.

Roberts felt his anxiety resorb as his arousal grew. Sonya was the
best stress relief he had ever had. She sat on his thigh, between his
legs, and he pulled her down to kiss her, and soon lost himself in the
feeling of her soft lips and her tongue seeking his. His hands
traveled up her back and in a well-practiced motion unhooked her
bra. He interrupted the kiss long enough to pull her bra completely
off, revealing a pair of breasts that seemed too large for her
frame. How many times had he seen her teenage body in a bikini when he
would visit her family? He grasped a fleshy mound with a hand,
appreciating the heft, the weight, the sheer mass of it.

Gonzales laughed. "A papi le gustan mis grandes y suaves chichis,
verdad?" Her accent, nonexistent in everyday life, was thick. And she
almost never spoke Spanish except with her immediate family. But this
was a special request that Roberts had made when Cusker had asked what
could ensure his cooperation. Roberts had hesitated, but a little
prodding by Cusker quickly revealed that the police chief not only
lusted after the daughter of his old friend, but also had a healthy
incest fetish to boot. Cusker had suggested the perfect solution --
programming Gonzales so that she would behave like Roberts was her
father and she was his naughty latino daughter. Roberts had had no
chance.

Roberts squeezed the breast in his hand harder, making the girl
gasp. "I love your big tits, baby, you know that. That's why you show
them off like the little puta you are, don't you? Come on," he said,
"you know what to do."

Gonzales put her hands under her breasts and pushed them up, offering
them to the police chief. "Aqui estan papi -- chupas mis tetas,
dejamelas bien humedas y despues ponme la verga entre ellas como tanto
te gusta."

Roberts did not need to be told twice. He dove like a starved man and
licked, sucked, slobbered all over the offered mammaries. Gonzales
sighed, leaning back slightly. She ran her hands through Roberts'
hair, moaning softly when he caught one of her nipples between his
teeth. "Chupas mis tetas, papi -- chupale las tetas a la tu puta
hijita" she mumbled, her moans turning into groans as the attention
given to her breasts aroused her even more than she already was.

Roberts was rapidly losing control, as he sucked hard on a hardened
nipple while at the same time squeezing Gonzales' other breast and
letting his other hand roam up the girl's back and press her closer to
him. He could not get enough of her.

When his desire made him so mad that he did not know whether to kiss
her or bite her or anything in between, he pushed her off and took a
deep breath. Gonzales knew what to do -- she always knew what to do,
marveled Roberts.

The latina officer, still wearing her regulation pants but naked from
the waist up, stood. She took off her shoes, and wiggled out of her
pants. She was wearing a small pair of panties, barely covering
anything. She put her hands under the thin material. "Papi, quieres
verme la pucha?"

Roberts nodded, his hand going down to his cock to rub it slowly up
and down, maintaining his erection. Gonzales pushed her panties down,
revealing a perfect snatch, shaved smooth. Her lips were bright red
due to her excitement, but barely protruded from the folds of her
pussy. She had been a virgin when Roberts had gotten his hands on her
almost a year earlier. How she had managed to survive training at the
Academy without fucking at least one boy, he had no idea. But her
family believed deeply in the sanctity of marriage, which to Roberts
simply added to the attraction.

"Come here, Sonya."

Gonzales grinned, took a step towards him. "Me puedo sentar en tus
piernas papi? Me puedo sentar en tus piernas, agarrarte la verga y
metermela bien adentro? Quieres cogerte a tu pequena hijita, papi?"

Roberts stopped her as she was about to straddle his lap. "Turn
around, then sit down."

Gonzales obeyed, spinning around and presenting her ass to the
chief. He looked at it, his breath catching as if often did. Her ass
was fantastic, round and smooth. He remembered when she was younger,
when she had gone through her phase of wearing skirts that were too
short and too tight, and he had tried hard not to stare at her, while
at the same time wishing that she would bend over and show him her
panties-covered rear end. And now here it was. He had taken her anal
virginity several months earlier, and while he did not indulge often
-- it was somewhat uncomfortable when done too frequently -- it was a
treat he allowed himself once in a while.

Gonzales was teasing him, running her hands over her cheeks, then down
her thighs, bending over. Roberts could see her pussy lips part
slightly from his vantage point. He groaned. His cock was as hard as
it would ever get. Perhaps he should have taken some magic blue pills,
he thought. To make it last. Finally losing patience, he reached out
and wrapped an arm around Gonzales' waist to pull her down. She
shrieked, and fell down on his lap. The touch of her skin on his cock
was like scalding water. She wiggled her hips, which had the effect of
rubbing her pussy over his cock. Then she lifted herself up enough to
reach beneath her and grasp his cock and guide him inside her as she
sank back down. Roberts gasped, the feeling of tightness that engulfed
him always taking him by surprise.

When he was fully embedded inside her, Gonzales leaned back against
him and moaned. "Se siente tan bien como me llenas el hoyo papi. Ahora
vas a cogerte bien duro a tu nenita, verdad?  -- Oh!"

Roberts had thrust into her, taking Gonzales by surprise. She
responded by grinding her ass back against him. It felt amazing. She
pulled herself up, pushing against her arms, then slowly sank back
down on his cock. She repeated the maneuver, and Roberts let her do
all the work. Closing his eyes, he reached around and grabbed her
breasts with his hands, pulling and squeezing and kneading the firm
flesh. ""Asi, papi," moaned Gonzales as she moved up and down, ""Juega
con mis tetas!"" She sighed. "Que rico! Te gusta cogerme papi? Se
siente bien meterle la verga hasta adentro a la putita de tu hija?"

She fucked him harder, bouncing up on his lap and sinking down onto
the hard shaft impaling her. Roberts was in heaven, between the
sensation on his cock, the feel of her ass against his groin, and the
weight of her breasts in his hands. His breath was ragged, little
groans escaping his throat every time Gonzales bottomed out. She was
breathing hard herself, and her skin had developed a light sheen of
sweat. His hands were grasping her breasts convulsively. Her pussy was
squeezing him back in counterpoint, bringing him closer and closer to
release. It was amazing. He could sit there being ridden by this
gorgeous girl until the end of time without thinking that he had
missed anything else that the world could offer. He wondered idly
where he should come, whether inside her milking pussy or what.

Gonzales, who had come to know him over the last year, took the
decision out of his hands. When she felt him harden with impending
release, she pushed herself off and let his cock slip out. The fresh
air swirling around his wet shaft made him cry out.

In one rapid motion Gonzales swiveled around and knelt down between
Roberts' legs. Her chest was damp, between Roberts' saliva and her
sweat. She looked up at him with a naughty smile on her face as she
reached down to stroke his cock.

"Papi quiere meterme la verga entre mis tetas y chingarselas, o no?
Papi, despues de eso dejarias a la puta de tu hija mamarte la verga?
Si? Si? Por favor?" She squeezed his cock with a firm hand, sending
shivers down the chief's spine. Before he could recover she had leaned
over and wrapped her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him
inside, a low moan escaping her lips. He gasped, the sensation taking
him by surprise, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head off his
cock.

"Lo siento, papi -- no me pude aguantar las ganas de chupartela." She
wiped her mouth, while she undid the bun in her hair, letting the dark
curls tumble down over her shoulders. "Podrias perdonarme?"

She looked so innocent when she said that, belied by the fact that she
was straightening up and squeezing her breasts together, trapping
Roberts' cock between them. Still with her little smile on her face,
completely aware of the effect she had on the older man, she let a
dribble of saliva fall in the valley of her breasts and over the now
hard cock lying there, then she squeezed her breasts together and
started heaving her chest up and down, her breasts trapping and
jerking Roberts' cock.

There was no word for it. The feeling of Gonzales' flesh on his shaft
was incredible -- this was not the first time she had done this to
him, of course -- she knew full well this was one of his favorite
turn-ons, to give her a good breast fucking, a notch in his preference
scale above fucking her with her legs pushed over her head and her
urging him on to fuck her harder, harder, like the filthy girl she
was.

He looked at her -- she had her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her
hair was bouncing with every upward thrust of her chest -- she was
beautiful, and she was his, only his, to do with as he wished. Miss
Sonya Gonzales, police officer by day, sexual servant by night and the
odd break during the day. For a second, he regretted not being home
with her -- he had this little piece of lingerie he had bought the day
before that he ached to see on her model for him, perhaps with one of
those super high heels that he loved to see her in, as she seduced him
to get him to stick his dick inside her, screaming her head off as she
came with him embedded deep inside her.

He was losing control. He could feel it. Gonzales could feel it as
well. "Papi va a venirse sobre los pechos de su traviesa hijita, y
entonces ella va chuparse todo como la pequena gran puta que es," she
said, jerking his cock even harder between her breasts. With a deep
groan, Roberts thrust his hips up and exploded, a long string of semen
flying up and landing on the bridge of Gonzales' nose, who laughed
delightedly as another spurt flew up to join its brethren. Roberts
felt like his soul was being squeezed out of his cock.

Gonzales put her head down and wrapped her lips around Roberts' cock
head and the last few remaining spurts went directly into her
mouth. She swallowed, gently sucking the softening cock as Roberts
collapsed in his chair, exhausted.

As he watched the daughter of his lost friend clean up his cock and
then clean herself up by licking off the strands of cum that were
dripping down her face before putting her shirt back on and standing
at attention as if nothing had happened, Police Chief Roberts made a
mental note to thank Kevin Cusker for his contribution to the New
Alexandria police force.




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  | Thanks to Mr. Scade and Shadebalan for their help with the   |
  | Spanish dialogue in the last part of this episode.           |
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