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Gloria and The Tgurl Torturer
WENDY struggled furiously against the restraints and called through her
heavily gagged mouth.
"MMppphhh! Ummpphhggt!"
It was no use; the restraints were too secure and the gag tight and heavy
enough to muffle her cries for help, even if there were anyone around to
hear them.
She was in trouble, and was not likely to survive for much longer. The
pain was excruciating, The only comfort - if you could call it that - was
that Wendy would be rendered unconscious by the pain before the end. She
hoped so, anyway.
Of course, it hadn't started out that way. Some hours? Days? Earlier,
Wendy had met this guy at the club she was a regular at - The Sunset
Palace - and he seemed genuinely attracted to her.
Soon they were making love, and she had not protested about him wanting
to tie her up. Afterall, she enjoyed bondage, and also enjoyed being
pleasured with toys. So, she didn't think it odd that the cuffs that
secured her ankles and wrists to the metal bedframe were very tight and
the dildo seemed to be motorised somehow.
The dildo appeared to be attached to a long rod that was fixed to a
carriage that ran on guiderails beneath the bed. Initially, this was
positioned so that the dildo just entered between her cheeks. Slowly, the
carriage moved and the dildo entered her.
Instantly, Wendy became erect aroused. The dildo worked its way inside,
arousing her further. Once lost in her pleasuring, Wendy's fate was
sealed. The metal cuffs, which were not just handcuffs, but more
substantial affairs, were welded shut. Wendy could not free herself.
The carriage continued its pleasuring, gradually working its way along
the rails as the dildo pushed further inside.
The dildo began ripping through the tissue as the carriage exerted more
force against the resistance the dildo encountered.
"Goodbye," the voice of her tormentor said. He turned and left. The
carriage would continue to do its work until the end.
Wendy sobbed and sweated. The end was near. She could feel herself
slipping away. The next thrust of the dildo penetrated deeper into her
body. That was the end. Blackness came over her.
I examined the shocking scene with members of the forensics team. None of
us could quite comprehend what had happened. The victim was still bound
to the bed, underneath which a carriage device had reached the end of its
travel and had forced a long rod with a dildo on the end of it out of the
victim, just below the neck.
"Jesus!" someone exclaimed.
"It is more like Satan himself has been at work here," I replied.
"However, I share sentiment. Whoever did this was a real sick bastard."
"What makes you say it wasn't some form of self-pleasuring gone wrong?"
"Look at the cuffs. They have been welded shut. Whoever did this, didn't
want their victim to escape. Do we have an idea of the identity of the
victim?"
"It may be Wendy Marles. Or that is the name this unfortunate person
would go by. She is a tgurl, or so she claimed. Frequents the main LBTQ
clubs and bars in the area."
"How can a he be a she?" This was from one of the new recruits, who had
been brought up in a strict religious household, and had no experience of
anyone who was trans.
"Simple," I replied. "Some people are unhappy with their biological
gender and want to change to be that of the other. Some go all the way
and have the full works done. Wendy, here, it seems went as far as
breasts but still has the penis. I think the term is a shecock."
"Oh!"
"Well, let's get Wendy removed from her torture bed and get her to the
morgue and find out anything we can. We'll need to find a next-of-kin and
get to know the trans community. It could be we have a killer on the
loose."
The task of removing the poor victim from her deathbed was distressing
but had to be carried out with care. It was several days before the
forensic team had completed their examination of the site and removed all
items of interest.
During this time, I formed a team to investigate the crime. This was the
most sadistic crime that any of us had been involved with. We hoped it
was the last. However, events were to prove otherwise.
There were a number of lines of enquiry.
Was this a random attack? Spurred on by some form of jealousy or hatred.
Whilst plausible the nature of the torture suggested considerable
planning had gone into this. The killer had probably struck before,
possibly several times, whilst refining his technique. We knew it was a
male as there was semen and saliva aplenty to obtain DNA from that wasn't
the victim's.
From this, we reasoned that there must have been other crimes against
trans women. There appeared to be a lot of unsolved murders of trans
women. A number - approximately ten - bore similarities to Wendy in that
there was evidence of torture before death; these inevitably involved the
insertion of some device into the anus.
"It seems possible that the same killer is responsible for these crimes;
some of which stretch back a decade," I said during a review of the data.
"Geographically, the distance between most of them is close enough to
indicate the killer is working an area. Indeed, the timing indicates the
most recent crimes being clustered within a 50 mile radius, as well the
length of time between each attack is getting less."
"How are we going to catch him? We need to notify the LBTQ community, but
they are going to raise merry hell about it."
"We need to tell them," I replied. "But we need their cooperation and
assistance."
"Are you suggesting using them as bait?"
I spoke carefully, hoping that what I had to propose was a sensible
proposition.
"Well, we can't go to a tgurl event and ask for a volunteer to be
kidnapped and tortured. However, what would could do is ask within the
various police departments if any of their members are trans women who
would work undercover for us."
There was silence in the room.
"Does anyone know if there actually are any trans women as serving police
officer?"
"We'll have to ask...."
It took a worrying number of days for HR, the Union and the Ethics and
Standards people to agree to the proposal. It seemed that everyone was
worried about getting the wording right so as not to fall foul of
equality and discrimination legislation. I was more worried about another
innocent person being tortured to death.
We carried on as best we could and opened up a number of lines of
inquiry. We had a possible description of both a vehicle and a person
driving it. Which was a start. The Sunset Palace was visited and people
interviewed. Naturally, there was suspicion by the LBTQ community of the
police. I hoped that we could find a trans officer who would be more
acceptable in this environment.
Eventually, all the parties reached agreement on the wording and it was
circulated as a high priority message.
Two days later I received my first offer of assistance.
In the meantime, we had another dead body.
The situation was very similar. A tgurl - Reiko Tomoro - had been found
bound to a bed, again with the carriage-controlled dildo rammed inside
her but, in addition, her shecock had been squeezed by some form of
roller and clamp mechanism. Almost as if she was being milked.
The DNA we found was a match to that with Wendy's killer. It looked like
we were right about a serial killer being on the prowl. We also had
another vehicle description and a better description of the purported
killer.
The net was starting to close somewhat. I hoped we could catch him before
he struck again. We had, I guessed, a week at most.
It was then Gloria arrived.
Gloria was the first of the responses to my tgurl request. She came from
Westernfield Police Department; about 100 miles away.
I got the call from Reception that she had arrived.
I went down and noticed a tall, Black tgurl in a short grey skirt and
matching jacket; white blouse, grey heels and beige-coloured hosiery. She
was a striking-looking woman; not least because she was over six foot.
Damm! She looks gorgeous! I thought to myself.
"Hello!" I said. Senior Constable Gloria Devere, is it? I'm Inspector
Travis Mahoney."
"Hello sir, thank you for allowing me to serve and assist you!"
"Come with me. I'll introduce you to the team and bring you up to speed
on what has happened."
Leading Gloria through the station to our area, I was struck by a couple
of things. Firstly, how sexy she was and, secondly, that almost every man
in the building stopped to look at her. A dude in a skirt and hose she
might be, but she was a dammed sexy one!
I made the introductions to various people and got her settled in. I
talked to her about the cases and what we wanted her to do.
"Now that you have heard the details, are you still willing to proceed?"
"Yes, Sir! I want this perpetrator caught as much as you do."
"We'll do everything we can to help you - and you'll have back-up - but
there will be times when you will be alone."
"I understand, Sir."
"From what you know and have heard, do you have any thoughts?"
Gloria pondered this. "Obviously, he is a predator. He is out to rid
society of what he considers an affront to it. Most crimes against trans
people have a sexual element in them; often as punishment for not being
true to their original gender."
None of us had interrupted. It was obvious Gloria had given it some
thought.
"There are not many clubs that are trans friendly so, if he is to remain
active in the area, he will revisit them. The Sunset Palace is the
largest and most well-known venue for trans community. He will strike
there again. I'll need to go undercover there."
"How does one get in if you are not a trans-person?"
"Some of these clubs run nights when non-trans people to come in and meet
with the trans community. Usually, however, you have to know about them.
You do your research and you get known by a few people. There are plenty
of online forums and websites about trans meetings. Once inside, of
course, you just mingle around and catch the eye of someone you fancy."
There was silence for a while. Gloria, unconsciously perhaps, began to
dangle her shoe off foot; highly erotic and sexually arousing - and most
distracting as it made me want to suck her feet - eventually, she popped
her foot back into the shoe.
"Alright," I said at last, hopefully bringing back my staff from
fantasies about Gloria's feet, "I think Senior Constable Devere needs to
go undercover,; starting at The Sunset Palace. Maybe one of us ought to
go with her."
No one spoke up. A few glances were exchanged.
"It looks like I will have to lead by example," I continued. "We'll go as
some form of couple and mingle around. If it looks promising, Gloria can
go by herself the next few nights, with one or wo of us outside as back-
up."
Gloria smiled at me. "Don't worry, Sir. I'll take you in hand!"
There were a few stifled laughs at that. I let it pass. If we nailed this
bastard before he killed again, we'd all be laughing.
The meeting broke up and Gloria and I made our plans. As it was just a
reconnaissance mission, we weren't expecting trouble, so didn't go for
wires and trackers. However, I decided that, when Gloria went in alone,
she would have something to let us know where she was.
I met her at seen. She had changed into a white dress with red flowers on
it, and red, open-toed strappy heels. She was also wearing grey-white
hosiery. She looked gorgeous and I knew it was going to be difficult for
me to remain professional that night.
Gloria, it seemed, was known at The Sunset Palace, as she was greeted
warmly on arrival, and comments about her "new man" were made.
Inside was busy, but not crowded. Most people seemed to have formed
couples. We bought some drinks and wondered around. Everyone seemed to be
holding onto their partner. Everyone except us, that is. The obvious
display of affection between those present meant we would stick out if
anyone looked closely at us.
So, without thinking, I took Gloria's hand. She was startled but smiled
at me.
"Thanks, Sir. You don't have to do this. But it does seem more natural."
"You don't need to call me sir in here - not tonight - unless you are
trying to portray a master-Slave relationship!"
Gloria giggled at that. "Not just yet, anyway!" Her eyes flashed a
mischievous look, and I began to wonder what the night would bring.
We found a corner and sat down and looked at the scene. A few people were
dancing, others making small talk. Some were engrossed in one another,
totally oblivious to their surroundings; moreover, no one seemed to care.
Indeed, it seemed that you were considered "odd" if you didn't behave in
an intimate and expressive way.
Gloria crossed her legs in a very sexy manner what women can do; only
Gloria wasn't a full woman. Nevertheless, it showed her sexy, nylon-clad
legs. I'm not sure who this was aimed at, but she didn't mind when I
rested my hand on them.
We talked about different things. About our lives. Gloria told me she was
original called Gary, but started transitioning in her mid-teens. She
hadn't yet gone for full gender reassignment, but had breasts.
"I'm about half-way there. The trouble is, I can't make my mind up about
having no penis. I like to pay with it and like it played with by
others."
"I understand. Would you like to dance? The floor is filling up and we
might get to spot someone as we move around."
Gloria kissed me softly and let me led her to the floor. I held her close
and we both became aroused. Our eyes locked together and we both knew
what was going to happen next. We began kissing passionately, and our
cocks were erect against one another.
"Ah! Bugger!" Gloria whispered to me. "I've popped out of my knickers!"
"I'll hold you close and move around and we can see if we can spot
anything."
Slowly, we rotated, carefully scanning the crowd. It was then I saw him.
The face was familiar from the descriptions of what we had been told. He
was sitting in a corner by himself, looking around and taking note;
indeed, he seemed to have a small booklet on the table and was writing in
it.
I placed my head closer the Gloria's left ear, as if to bite it. "I think
he is here. We'll rotate slowly. Single, White male, left side against
the wall."
We rotate and Gloria was able to face him. I nibbled on her ear, making
her giggle and open her eyes in surprise and excitement. At that instant,
she and the suspect were looking at one another. He winked at her and she
closed her eyes and continued to rotate.
"He winked at me!" she whispered to me as we worked across the
dancefloor.
"Do you want to try now? There is no back-up arranged."
"It wouldn't do any good. He has seen me dancing with you. However,
tomorrow night, maybe he will be here still. I could come alone then."
"Alright."
We stayed some time longer; the crowd was beginning to change. It was
mid-week, so people didn't want to stay late. At 11 pm, the music stopped
and people started leaving, including our suspect. We gave him a bit of a
start then followed him out. We walked slowly, arm-in-arm and observed
him watch to a black Ford SUV and drive away.
On the pavement, we held one another.
"What now?" Gloria asked me. "I'm still excited from earlier!"
"Let us do something about that excitement..."
A short while later, we were in Gloria's hotel room. Given the urgency of
her needing to be part of the team, she had taken a room in one of the
hotels - The Palm Court - which we were going to reimburse.
As soon as we were inside the door, we pulled one another close and
kissed passionately. Our erections were obvious to one another; there was
no point in hiding the desire and lust we felt for each other.
"What would you like to do to me?" Gloria asked in a breathless whisper.
"I want to kiss your feet. Then I want to suck you!"
Gloria made no objection to either demand and allowed me to slip her
shoes off and kiss her nylon-clad feet.
"OOohhh! Ahh!" Gloria moaned as I began my attentions to her pretty feet.
"That's so erotic!"
"I washed my feet well before coming out tonight and painted my nails. I
guessed you might want to kiss them!"
I paused in my attentions to her feet.
"What do you say that?"
"You couldn't keep your eyes off my legs and feet at the station! I knew
you were a foot fetishist. I knew you desired me. It wouldn't have
mattered if we were after a serial killer or not. Sooner or later, you
would have wanted to make love to me!"
That was the longest speech either of us gave for the next hour or so, as
we became totally focused on one another's pleasuring.
"If you keep kissing my feet, I'm gonna cum!"
By this time, I had removed her hosiery and began to work my way up her
legs to her knickers. Gloria was already big; the white with a red bow
knickers were already small and tight, and were totally unsuited to
containing an erect shecock.
"Have you ever sucked a shecock?" Gloria asked.
"No."
"Oh, well, just put your mouth around it and enjoy!"
I did as she advised; gingerly at first but, like a tasty sausage or
lollipop, I kept coming back for more. Gloria would respond with moans of
pleasure when I did something right, or little words of advice or
encouragement if she wanted my attentions directed elsewhere.
Being already aroused, it didn't take long for her to flow. She managed
to blurt out "Oh God! I'm cuming!" before exploding into my mouth.
I wasn't sure what to expect and, to this day, can't swallow cum. I
managed to hold it in my mouth until I got to the bathroom to spit it
out.
"Sorry, I should have warned you about what a mouth of cum is like!"
"It's ok," I replied.
"Let me suck you." Gloria said. "It is only fair!"
Gloria was more expert than I was, and knew how and what to do to make me
enjoy the attention even more than she enjoyed my attention to her's.
She was also more willing to swallow my cum - and did so on several
occasions.
Afterwards, we lay together, naked with our cocks kissing.
"You did well for your first time with a tgurl," Gloria whispered to me.
"Well, I have a very beautiful and sexy tgurl to thank for that."
Gloria kissed me before asking if she could tie our cocks together.
I didn't mind and it seemed something that Gloria wanted to try.
Essential, Gloria placed her shecock over mine and bound them with some
tape.
"Now, I want us to masturbate together. Let us rub our cocks together
this way."
It was an unusual sensation, but, once we had our rhythm going, very
gratifying. I was able to suckle Gloria's breasts from time to time as we
masturbated together; this turned her one and encouraged her to rub her
shecock more vigorously against mine, stimulating me.
Eventually, we both came; great fountains of cum over one another and the
bed. Neither of us minded about that; and it was fun to shower together
afterwards.
"Hold me and sleep with me tonight," Gloria whispered to me. "I don't
want to be alone tonight." There was fear and apprehension in her voice.
The next morning found us back at the police station; Gloria had toned
down some of the sex appeal as she knew we had to remove focused on the
job.
We described some of what we had found out and went around to The Sunset
palace in our official capacities as police officers, and asked to view
CCTV.
We described a little of the reason behind it.
"As you know, a number of trans women have been murdered. We think that
the killer is using this club as a hunting ground and we have a possible
ID on the suspect."
The club were only too helpful, as they didn't want to lose any more of
their clients.
"Keep it quiet though. We want to catch him before he strikes again.
That's where my officer is coming in."
The club's management were helpful and said that they would do what they
could. They also added that they would not let on that the two of us had
created an interesting scene the previous night.
"Well, the way you danced together and things. Don't worry, we won't say
anything. You make a lovely couple."
We obtained pictures of him and ensured everyone in the team knew what he
looked like.
In the afternoon briefing, we discussed what Gloria was going to do. I
handed her some jewellery, which created a few whistles.
"Alright, knock it off! These items have hidden microphones and cameras
and a GPS tracker." They were, in fact, some unclaimed items that we had
borrowed and modified. They had large, blue gems in them that hid the
various electronic systems.
Gloria got ready; this time in a white and blue dress that was similar to
what she wore the previous night, blue heel and a pale blue-white-grey
hosiery.
We dropped her off in a taxi. We watched her go in and left her to her
own, although we could track her.
A few people recognised her from last night, and asked her where her man
was.
"My boyfriend is out of town. Last night was special for us, as I'm not
going to see him for a long time."
It wasn't long before she attracted the attention of the suspected
killer. He saw that she was alone and approached her. He introduced
himself as Mick.
"I saw dancing last night. Very sensual! Your man not here?"
"No, he is out of town."
Mick's demeanour changed; a colder, harder expression came over him, but
he quickly composed himself and started touching Gloria's exposed legs.
Gloria didn't mind.
It was painful to watch but necessary.
With Gloria slightly tipsy, she didn't notice that her drink was spiked -
but we did - so, he drugs them in the club....
We followed them as they left the club and to the Ford SUV, the inside of
which had been removed of rear seats so that the victim could lie down.
The drug was fast acting and gloria was unable to resist as she was
quickly bound and gagged and driven off.
Discreetly we followed. "For Christ sake! Don't lose her signal!"
"Don't worry Sir, we won't. If we do, you have the right to shoot me."
That was of little comfort.
Gloria was tracked to a warehouse and she was quickly bundled inside,
where she was stripped naked, and had her own panties and hosiery stuffed
in her mouth as a gag, which was heavily taped.
Then she was bound spreadeagled onto a metal bed and the carriage-
controlled dildo placed position. The clamps were welded shut.
Gloria's erect shecock was bound and a very fine needle inserted into the
opening. This needle was used to inject a substance that, in low doses
was a sexual stimulant, but suppressed both the ability to ejaculate and
urinate. At high doses, it was highly toxic.
"You're a fucking tgurl whore! A Black one, too, which means you're a
double whore! Last night, I knew you must die. You were too busy. Your
boyfriend can't help you tonight. All he will have is memories!"
"MMpphhh! Uummpphhh!" The effects of the drug was wearing off and Gloria
tried to free her hands and feet and call for help.
"Now to experience some pleasure and pain!"
"MMppphh!"
"You asshole!" I shouted at him.
Gloria and Mick both turned as one; Gloria's expression was one of
relief. Mick's was one of anger and he went to move the dildo carriage to
its fastest speed and increase the dose of the drug.
"You bastard! You can't have her! Aaarrrgghh!"
The bullet stuck him in the head. I had always been proud of my
marksmanship, and it didn't fail me. Mick dropped dead.
I rushed over to Gloria and turned off both the carriage and the
injection, carefully removed the needle and then the dildo.
A blanket was used to cover Gloria and I removed her gag whilst the welds
were broken. That took some time. Finally, she was freed, and I lifted
her to the stretcher and followed her to hospital.
I stayed by her for the next two days, holding her hand and telling her I
loved her.
"Thank you for saving me when you did. How long were you watching?"
"A few minutes. We had to get enough evidence so that no-one would
question why he was shot. Some people might say we could have stepped in
earlier; to be honest, I wasn't sure how long he'd take to begin the
torture. In fact, we had to hold back as he might have spotted us
following him."
A few days later, Gloria was well enough to be out and about. We first
went to the police station, where we were greeted as heroes. No-one
seemed to care that I was holding her hand.
The Police Commissioner was there and congratulated us for being able to
deal with the most serious killer of trans women in the country.
"You took some risks, but it paid off."
He then presented Gloria with the jewellery she wore that night - with
the electronic surveillance items removed. We were then given a
fortnight's leave to sort ourselves out.
That night, we went to the Sunset Palace. The manager was there and we
told him that we had got the suspect. The police would issue a press
statement the following day.
It didn't matter who saw us that night, as we loved each other. At home,
we made love.
He next day, we went away for a holiday. With us out of the city, a
statement was released saying that, due to the bravery of members of the
force, a serial killer had been caught and killed in the process of
inflicting torture on another victim. Eventually, it came out that gloria
was an undercover officer who had allowed herself to be abducted and
tortured and that I was her saviour. Maybe a clich?, but it was rescuing
a damsel in distress but with a twist.
Eventually, Gloria and I made up our minds to marry. We had gathering at
The Sunset Palace. In bed that night, after kissing her nylon-clad feet
and sucking one another's cocks, we bound them together and masturbated.
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