Deep Inside (9 page)

Oh my God, he
did
care about me! I was having a hard time concentrating on what I was writing. My body was tingling. I quickly finished my paragraph and then handed it to him. I saw his face flush with fury as his eyes glanced at it, then he shoved it back at me.

“You are going to read this to me while you take your punishment for having written it,” he said.

He removed the gag from my mouth.

“Go over there and pick out the whip that you will take your beating with.”

I threw my head back and proudly marched over to the wall. I know whips really well.

“Oh, I see you have a tree branch in your collection,” I said. “Let's see you use that one.”

“You think you're smart, don't you?” he said.

“I think you probably don't know how to use this,” I said. “I think your mother probably did, but not you.”

He stormed over and grabbed the tree branch from me, then picked me up and threw me over the top of the desk.

“Read,” he said.

As I began, I felt the first blows. Oh, fuck, this wasn't play pain, this was real pain. I was determined not to cry out. I read my words:

“I let you off easy that day in the principal's office. No one but me knew your dirty secret. You wanted me. You didn't want to punish me so I'd be a better person. You get off on it….”

Larry was beating me harder. My mind was now reeling from the pain. But his blows were also filling me with a strength and sense of my own purpose that I'd never known before.

I felt that I was on the brink of what Shanna had called “submitting to a Higher Power.” Should I surrender to Larry?

I decided to go for it.

“Give me all of your pain,” I said.

Larry stopped, looking stunned and stoked. But he waited a second too long….

Motherfucker, he wasn't coming through right away. I pushed against him, sending him backwards.

“How dare you not give me what I want the moment I ask for it,” I said.

He lunged at me, but I managed to grab hold of the tree branch.

“I'm not here to take my punishment,” I coolly said, looking him in the eye. “I'm here to finish what I began in the principal's office.”

Larry tried to keep command, but I could see that little bit of hesitation that gave him away. And it was actually turning me on in a way none of my clients back at Shanna's dungeon ever had.

I wrenched the branch away from him and bent him over the schoolteacher's desk. I pulled down his pants and briefs. I turned the whip around. The handle was just the size of a dildo. I spread his butt cheeks and touched his asshole with the tip of the handle.

I heard him involuntarily gasp.

“Now you tell me what you want,” I ordered. “What your mother could never give you.”

Larry pushed against me, but I saw that he didn't really want to escape. I gazed at his ass. The hole wasn't bleached the way porn stars' are. Yet it was sexier than any porn star's asshole could ever be. It was firm and determined.

But right now, it was in my command. I felt a rush of power sweep through me. A confidence I'd never before had. Words came out of me that'd I'd always had to force myself to say at Shanna's dungeon.

“Say, ‘Put it up me, Katie,'” I ordered. “Say, ‘Please, Katie, it's what I've always needed from you.'”

He shook his head. I struck a blow that would teach him about punishment. He cried out, and I could hear the infinite pleasure through the suffering in his voice.

“Put it up me,” he said. “Please. It's what I've always needed.”

“That's right,” I said, stuffing my seventh-grade panties in his mouth. “It isn't about me needing to grow up, it's about
you
needing to be reduced to a child.”

I gave a good Jenna Jameson spit onto the handle of the whip. My body was alive and I was on the verge of coming. I stroked my pussy just as I was about to slide the branch handle roughly into his ass.

Then the dungeon door flew open and crashed against the concrete wall. Two of Larry's assistants burst through, holding automatic weapons.

“Sir!” they hollered. “The moment of redemption has come! SWAT teams are inside the institute compound.”

There was dust and swirling motion behind Larry and his officer. I could hear the sound of helicopters and P.A. speakers. I could see the well-dressed kids running for cover.

Larry pushed me aside and threw my panties on the floor. It was like he'd forgotten all about me and was having his own big moment. My head began to swim. Would I be taken down by his cult?

I made a burst for it and scooted by the burly losers. As I made it into the open I was dazzled by bright sunlight and coughed as I breathed dust. There was the sound of people running in boots on the concrete. Someone threw me a jacket to cover my naked body. People in uniforms hollered, “Let's go let's go let's go!”

Jeep after jeep drove up into the compound. Men and women jumped out of them, training rifles on the door to the dungeon. A SWAT guy bellowed through a megaphone.

“Come out, Larry Gamble. Or we'll be forced to go in after you!”

Moments passed.

“Okay,” the SWAT man yelled. “We're coming in!”

The door swung open. Larry stood there. He'd dressed and put his tie and jacket back on. He was proud.

“We will never surrender,” Larry announced. “Katie, come take your punishment! The world is yours if only you'll grow up.”

I felt my heart surge. I started to get up. Uniformed officers restrained me. As they pulled me back, Larry and I stared at each other.

“Come to me, Katie,” he said.

I shook my head. Larry gave me a sorrowful look, then bolted back into the dungeon.

“Get down get down get down!” the cops hollered. And we crouched behind the cop cars as the huge explosions rocked our world.

I didn't cover my eyes. I watched as Larry's dreams and bits of his body flew into the sky and then rained down on us. I blew his remains a kiss.

“This wasn't how I planned to destroy you,” I said quietly.

Then a soft arm was around me and I heard a worried voice.

“Mommy?” I said.

I turned to see her, crying and throwing her arms around me.

“Katie!” she said. “I called the police the moment we hung up.”

Mom raised her fists at the flames that had taken Larry Gamble. “You made my daughter feel bad! I hope you rot in Hell!”

Then she turned to me, and said, “Turns out the FBI have been tracking Larry Gamble and his weird cult for years. He was a regular Jim Jones, that guy. I had nightmares about you drinking Kool-Aid.”

“Jim Jones?” I said. “Who was that?”

“Before your time,” Mom murmured.

All right,
yeah, I'm staying at Mommy's. She convinced me that I was pretty traumatized by the whole experience.

“Larry Gamble tried to take your self-esteem away,” she said. “But I'm going to get it back for you.”

She got me a state-of-the-art vibrator to make me feel better. And guess what? My days of not coming are thankfully over!

I have a temporary job as a receptionist at a local Pilates studio. Watching women being tormented on The Reformer machines sometimes makes me nostalgic for my old days as a dominatrix.

But I'm not staying in the burbs for long. The mailman just rang the bell and handed me an envelope. Mommy watched anxiously as I ripped it open.

Inside was a formal letter. “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to UC Berkeley Boalt Hall School of Law,” I read aloud.

While Mommy jumped up and down for joy, I went outside. It was a bright and sun-filled day. Orinda wasn't really so bad. I looked around at the comfortable and upscale homes and cars and decided that I could easily live in the burbs.

I gazed up at the clear and vibrant sky, and thought about what might have been between Larry and me. I brushed a tear aside because I knew he wouldn't like to see me cry.

“I guess this is my
To Sir, With Love
moment,” I said, looking upward. “Okay, Larry, here it goes. I taught you about pain and humiliation. And I have to admit I learned a little something about discipline from you. Your spirit was with me as I prepared for my LSATs.

“Yes, I played Black Sabbath to rock me through the boredom of memorizing all that legal shit. But I'm ready for the full-on torture of law school. Thank you, Mr. Gamble.”

“I have
to haul you in,” I say. “I got no choice.”

The warehouse parking lot is empty around us. It's just Alexi, me—and the Serzan. Evil sex beasts from the next galaxy, stashed in a canvas-covered crate in the back of Alexi's FedEx-colored van. Noonday Miami sun beats down. In the distance, traffic noises from the interstate.

“What about the bribes we give you, pretty girl?” Alexi says. “We're not paying you to arrest us. We're paying you to keep us free.”

Alexi's blond and rugged, a scar zigzagging down his left cheek. I've got my service gun pointed at him, but he's cool and calm. It's like he isn't taking me seriously. That pisses me off. In my other hand, I have my Extraterrestrial Exploder 379 trained on the alien bounty.

“But I'm losin' my credibility,” I say, hating myself for sounding too needy. “Dude, I need some scores! What's it to you? You'll be in and out. Revolving door. Kyle's got the fanciest lawyers in town.”

“Your mind's going, Rachel. It has been for a while. I bet you can't even remember what we told you about this shipment. Best one ever.”

Have I really been told? My brain recently…Damn.

“The best shipment?” I say warily. “Ever?”

He lowers his arms and puts them akimbo. His tone of voice changes. “Brought 'em in myself,” he says. “All the way from Astraria. Got 'em past the interplanetary police, got 'em past customs. Don't have to tell you of all people what a challenge that is these days.”

I snort. “Like your boss, Kyle, doesn't have the interplanetary police and customs on his payroll.”

“Do you want to see them or not?”

“Show them to me!” I try to sound commanding, but my hunger seeps through in my strained tone.

Alexi grins, rips a brown cloth off the crate.

“Two light-years of highly illegal, potentially very profitable activity. And here we are—primo sex meat,” he gloats.

I can see his point. The bounty is stunning.

“Jesus, Alexi,” I find myself gasping. “They're fucking grade A.”

The smuggled Serzan are indeed beasts of beauty. The translucent blue-pink flesh. The tentacles extra long and thick, just the way I like it. Their central orifices pulsing with the promise of tight muscles and sweet slime.

I drift, as if hypnotized, to the side of their cage. Who would think these creatures could bring so much demon bliss to Earth?

I've still got my gun trained on him, but Alexi slides past my defenses. He points at the illegal bounty he's got in his truck.

“They say that fucking Serzan is like sexual crack. Is that true, Rachel?” Alexi asks.

They're right, I'm thinking. It
is
like sexual crack. The only thing that can satisfy you after sex with a Serzan is sex with another Serzan.

For a man, a Serzan can become the tightest, hottest, wettest hole a dick could want, entirely free of relationship talk. For a woman, a Serzan…well, let's just say they understand our unspoken needs and read our minds.

Too bad perfect ecstasy comes at such a price.

You never want sex with a human being again. And the Serzan lose their potency after fucking humans six times. They become listless heaps of pulsing tentacles. Makes you feel bad to see what you've done to them, even if they are aliens. But you push it out of your mind, because you just want more Serzan.

And that's why the alien trafficking is better business than drug dealing. The price just keeps going up. I've seen people raid their ATMs. I've seen people spend their retirement savings. Cash out their kids' college funds. And rob to get more money? Oh, yes.

And there's no cure to Serzan sex dependency. There's no successful rehab, and no detox that'll clean out your system and wipe out your desire to fuck more and more of these aliens. Of course, the addiction is only part of the problem.

The Miami streets are junk heaps of used Serzan. Funny how we used to send out squads to kill them. We thought that was mercy killing for the aliens and it'd put an end to the litter problem for us.

But Serzan can't decompose in the earth's biosphere. And with the budget problems the epidemic has caused, the city can no longer afford to kill the old Serzan. Police have to concentrate on stopping the smugglers and wiping out the potent, dangerous aliens.

The dumps are full. The debate rages over the hazards of burying them in the earth. And meanwhile, Miami streets aren't a pretty sight. Heaps of slowly waving tentacles line the avenues. Cars smack into them, splashing pedestrians with the Serzan slime.

The politicians and the media put on an optimistic tone for the public. We on the inside know we'll never be able to eradicate the Serzan. It's impossible. It's taking over our city's population. There are too many powerful and wealthy people here who've fallen to the Serzan addiction. That's why the smugglers keep managing to bring in new aliens.

At least we've contained the damage by throwing a cordon around the city. All the Serzan addicts live here. Of course, it's meant that Miami is the only place on earth to have a spaceport. All the other plans to build them have been halted.

Alexi snaps his fingers in front of my face. I blink. He pushes away my Exploder.

“You know you'll never kill these Serzan,” Alexi says. He's somehow moved up close to me, and his voice is low, melodious, seductive. “You've been turned out, girl. And it's the best thing that ever happened to you.”

It feels like a lifetime since I fell. Can it really have been only three months ago?

Details from the night I was turned out race through my mind. The lurid blue lights of the Serzan house we were busting. My partner, Marni, and I kicking down a door…a Serzan orgy raging inside on battered wooden floors. Our Exploders blasting the Serzan, their creamy insides splattering all over the naked men and women, their orgy now come to an end.

Then confusion. The dealer's men run in, grab Marni. I fight them off for a few moments, my kicks and swings allowing enough time for Marni to get away.

If only I had escaped…or died…

In Alexi's crate, the Serzan wave their tentacles, drawing me towards them. I'm woozy with need.

Alexi guides me closer. His hand's on my lower back. It feels somehow protective.

“Have a little alien sex,” he says. “I don't mind. And I'm sure your fiancé doesn't care. The two of you—”

“Don't talk about Zac,” I murmur.

But my concentration's already shot. For a second I stare at the diamond ring on my left hand. But my need for Serzan is too great. I can't even picture Zac.

“Service me,” I groan, unable to stop my addiction from taking over my body.

Alexi looks at me with a smile.

“Now!” I say, leveling my gun at his handsome, sleazy head.

“Okay, but just one. And it's on the house,” he says. He puts on a shoulder-length glove—Alexi's careful not to touch the creatures flesh to flesh—and pulls out the smallest of the Serzan.

It only takes a second for me to rip off my cop uniform.

“Party hearty,” says Alexi.

One of the Serzan's tentacles is wrapping itself around my left nipple. How does it know that's the more sensitive one? I surrender to the feeling. Soft and slick, the alien seems to know what my breast's every nerve ending is craving. I'm on the verge of coming just from what one tentacle is doing to one of my breasts. I want more—but unlike men, the creature knows the value of holding back.

I'm flat on the tarmac, writhing. And now Alexi's standing above me, rubbing his crotch. “That's good, Rachel.” He pulls his cock free of his pants. “You don't even want ordinary dick anymore, do you?” he says.

Saying that seems to get him hot. Alexi's cock swells. But I can't answer him. Another tentacle tickles my lips and tongue. My throat relaxes. The taste of ambrosia fills me. The tentacle plunges into my mouth and down my throat.

Alexi extends a booted foot and rolls me over. He knows how not to touch a Serzan. My mesmerized eyes are locked on his as he watches a tentacle make silky love to my ass. My tongue pushes my lower lip forward as its tip nudges inside me.

“Fuck you, police bitch,” Alexi grunts.

And then he's convulsing. He seems taken by surprise by how hard he comes as his load sprays over me.

Me, I don't care about anything. I need what I'm getting right now. A breast cradled and then tortured, something tiny but hot on my clit, tentacles up my ass and down my throat, my wrists held tight.

I come. The Serzan holds me securely as I thrash and gasp.

And then it's blinding noon sun again, and it's Miami, and I'm lying on the gritty tarmac. Is that steam rising from me? My body's so heavy…my skin is covered with bruises and scrapes from the rough tarmac…

I reach dreamily for the Serzan. I want more, but my arm is kicked roughly away.

“You're disgusting,” Alexi says. He throws the alien back into the crate.

He steps into the truck's cab. The engine roars. I watch the whole thing as though through a scrim.

“Alien-fucker!” Alexi yells at me. “There's nothing worse than a cop who samples the goods.”

He roars off in a cloud of diesel smoke.

 

I wasn't
always such a pathetic creature.

Not long ago, I was the golden girl of the Miami P.D., with a stellar record of shutting down drug dealers. Then the Serzan epidemic hit. Overnight it became a different ballgame. Dealers were flying to the next galaxy for their evil wares rather than down to South America. Headquarters put me at the top of an elite task force.

I went after the Serzan and the dealers with all I had. I knew it wasn't just the fate of Miami that depended on me. It was something more.

It was my suggestion that a cordon be thrown up around Miami. Smartest move the task force ever made. Sure, Miami now became a playground for freaks of all kinds who wanted a taste of sexual Armageddon. But the cordon contained the damage. Within a month we even had the numbers moving down.

Two hours
after my meeting with Alexi. I'm at attention before Lieutenant Fuller of Internal Affairs.

“We've been tracking you for months,” he says.

Christ, how'd Fuller get to be lieutenant in I.A.? He's had it in for me ever since we were at Quantico, and he thought we were an item. An exclusive item.

He was wrong, but he didn't find out until he swung open the dormitory door and saw me in bed, astraddle his roommate, a sweet-natured farm boy now working the gangbanger beat in Sacramento.

“Aren't I enough man for you?” Fuller had roared.

“What makes you think you've got any claim on me?” I barked. I looked down at the farm boy beneath me. “Why'd you stop?” I yelled at him. “Keep fucking.”

Because of that Fuller is now going to make me pay. But I won't let him see me squirm.

“How's it feel to sit behind a desk while some of us take bullets in the fight against Serzan?” I ask.

Fuller's eyes narrow. I hit my target. Then he puffs up and gives me a triumphant look.

“Are you that out of it? That's not like the Rachel I once knew. Top of the class at Quantico. You didn't even suspect you were being watched?”

I remember now…Two gray cars, one car on alternate days. A glint in the sun that might have been a camera.

“Nothing personal, Rachel. Just hard-assed orders from above—time to clean up the Serzan Unit,” Fuller says. “Your numbers are way, way down, and the new chief of police isn't happy. To say the least.”

Word was that the new chief was a tough son of a bitch, and deadly serious about his job.

Fuller gives me a pitying look. “Wanna tell me about this bust you did a few hours ago? The chief wants to know why you didn't bring the aliens in.”

I wince, hope they haven't been taping what they saw. “You don't know how it works out on the street,” I growl. “You worry about rules and regs, but I have to deal with the real world.”

Fuller leans over his desk, his face in mine. “I hear that you even had a Serzan tentacle up your ass out there,” he says.

My pussy gives a throb as I recall the moment. That insistent, sweet tentacle winding its way around my thigh, tickling tender spots I'd lost track of and bringing them back to life…The feeling of its slick, perfect size making love so tenderly, then pounding me happily senseless into the tarmac.

“How is it, Rachel? How do you feel, knowing people call you an ‘alien-fucker'?” Fuller's saying. Despite the air-conditioning, there's sweat on his brow. “What's it like to feel Serzan inside you?”

“I wouldn't know,” I say unconvincingly. “Probably not as good as that farm boy.”

He slaps me. “I've owed you that for years,” he says.

Something snaps in me and I punch him in the gut.

Doubled over, Fuller hits a buzzer.