Kate Catherine and Big Black Cocks Chapter 8
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Don’t get me wrong, my city had its fair share of scumbags. And that was why I was in my car in the late hours of the evening, hoping to rid my town of one less scumbag.
“Car coming up,” my radio squawked.
A non-de*********** 90s Honda Civic rolled up and parked outside the building.
“See it.”
I pulled out my binocs, watching a line figure come out of the car. What stood out to me was the fact that he was wearing a white jumpsuit and carried a briefcase. He looked around. Satisfied, he let himself into the building.
“I’m going to go check it out,” I said to Rick, my partner.
“Kate, we better wait for backup.”
I bit my lip. It wasn’t a secret that my department had more moles than honest cops. “Negative. If I’m going in.”
“Goddamnit. Okay, I’ll go round the back.”
I made my way down the banking, keeping my weight low to avoid falling on my ass. The parking bay was deserted, and I cursed as I got to the door. Stopped in my tracks by a fucking keypad.
I couldn’t risk firing my pistol at the door. I looped around the building until I found a large industrial window.
Several glass panels were smashed in, so I climbed up the crates beneath it and, using the sleeve of my jacket, knocked off a few loose shards. This was nuts. The things I did to follow a suspect, especially tearing my leather coat to shreds.
Like a cat, I landed as quietly as I could. I wasn’t too concerned about noise; the sound of industrial machinery running in the neighbouring buildings had all but masked my footing. The only light I had was the street lamps and moon spilling in. It wasn’t pitch black, but I had to feel my way around stacks of crates and sneaking around containers. My brain wanted to see what was in the crates, but for now, it was to follow the suspect.
He wasn’t hard to spot. Red lamps lined the walls of the warehouse and apart from me, he was the only other person in there. He had the briefcase in one hand and a flashlight in the other. I shadowed him until he exited the storage area and stopped in front of another door.
Shit, if he went in, I’d lose him.
“Stop, police!” I shouted as I sprinted at him.
He turned, eyes going wide, and punched in the last few digits. The door yielded, and he pushed his way in, kicking the door back.
I screamed and charged, expending all my energy in one last burst of speed. Thankfully, I manage to crash through before the lock engaged, slamming into the suspect. We both crashed to the floor. I slammed down onto the concrete, knocking the wind out of me.
There wasn’t time to rest, though. My lungs were on fire, and I scrabbled to my feet. The suspect grabbed the briefcase and bolted down the long corridor.
I gave chase, ignoring the stabbing pain shooting up my leg. There was something important in that case. I could feel it.
The corridor led to another room, a smaller one this time, like a boiler room. Rusted pipes fed up from the floor and into the ceiling, and the tiled floor was cracked and worn. The lack of windows and the fact that there were lights on in here and not the rest of the building told my gut that this was the ideal place for a meeting.
Or a drug deal.
Closing in, I lunged at him, and my fingers caught his jumpsuit. Curling my fingers in for maximum grip, I hooked my foot in front of his leg and sent him crashing to the floor.
Adrenaline coursed through me. And I was severely pissed for being made to chase after this asshole.
The briefcase was sent flying and two syringes tumbled out.
The suspect scrabbled for them, and I threw myself on top of him. We tumbled on the floor, limbs tangling and flailing.
“Stop resisting!” I shouted, but it fell on deaf ears.
Even on the floor, he crawled towards the syringes, despite my weight on him and an arm around his throat. Whatever it was, it was extremely important to him. I threw a couple of jabs into his kidneys, but he still kept struggling. It wasn’t until I shoved my knee between his legs that he howled in pain and rolled, dragging me with him. I wasn’t going to let him go, though. It was like wrestling with a gator, and suddenly, a sharp, white hot pain bit into my leg.
I screamed, grabbing at my thigh, trying to stem the pain.
The suspect rolled off me, gasping for breath.
An empty syringe rolled off to the side.
It didn’t take a genius to work out that he injected me with whatever it was in the briefcase.
“W-what did you inject me with?” I choked.
He walked over to the briefcase and grabbed the other syringe. He inspected it before putting it back into the case.
“Thank god this one is still intact.”
My body shivered uncontrollably. It felt like hot molten liquid coursed through my veins and my heart pounded like a jackhammer. My throat felt tight, and it was getting harder to suck in oxygen.
The suspect went to the door we came in and bolted it shut.
Then he pulled out a phone and started recording me. All I could do was watch him as I felt life drain away. I tried to reach out for him with my hand, fingers curled into claws.
“Let’s call her Subject 87X. Status unknown. Subject has been accidentally administered approximately 60cc of the S-Virus. Overdose and death imminent,” he said to the phone.
His eyes were cold, devoid of emotion. It pissed me off that he looked at me, observed me like some fucking freak experiment.
In the last moments of my life, my heart ached for my baby brother, Bobby. We were all that was left of our family, and I swore I would protect him. And now he was going to be left alone...
My last thought was not being able to go visit his apartment, sneaking in some ice cream against doctor’s orders. It wasn’t so bad... The world faded around me as I pictured my brother’s smiling face. Eighteen with so much to deal with, yet still managed to have a smile for me...
“Subject deceased, no pulse detected,” the man said without emotion as he pressed his fingers against the woman’s neck. He thumbed a number and dialed. After several rings, it went through.
“Yes, it’s me. There has been a complication. The exchange needs to be aborted. Also, I will need a clean-up crew.”
He hung up and sighed. “Don’t worry, I will be joining you soon. My organisation doesn’t tolerate fuck ups, and I fucked up royally injecting millions of dollars of research into your fucking body.”
As he made his way to the door on the opposite side of the room, he heard a choked gasp behind him. He turned and his eyes went wide.
“ Impossible.”
It was black. An infinite abyss of nothingness. And then it was as if someone dropped a weight onto my chest. I coughed and sputtered. And as my vision came back, I felt my body being dragged, raking against the cracked tiles. The pain brought me comfort. It told me I was still alive.
Then something cold and metallic bit into my wrist.
“... 87X has somehow resuscitated. Observation is limited, but I will extrapolate as much data as possible.”
“What’s going on?” I breathed weakly.
My body was still weak. I came to my senses enough to see that he grabbed my own handcuffs and secured my hand to a pipe. I didn’t think I had the strength to arrest him, anyway.
"A detective,” he said, looking through my wallet.
“Inconvenient, but not catastrophic.”
“Who are you?”
“You caused me a lot of trouble, detective. But maybe this is a silver lining. You should be by all accounts be dead. I’d love to run tests on you, but we don’t have that luxury.”
He pointed to the radio on the floor. The one I used to communicate with my partner. Rick’s voice crackled through the radio, asking if I was okay.
“ A shame, truly.”
“What did you do to me?”
“Self defence. But that’s not what you wanted to hear. You want to know what’s inside right now, don’t you? I suppose you earned the right to some information. Many others before you weren’t so lucky.”
I tried the cuff. The pipe was rusted, but secure. There wasn’t going to be an action hero move where I pulled myself free and apprehend this asshole.
“Let’s just say the virus inside you, and yes, it is a virus, is designed to turn women into mindless breeding machines. A lot of the information is classified, but I feel compelled to tell you what will happen to you, theoretically. This is new grounds for me, too. The virus is going to slowly assimilate your DNA. Side effects I surmise, would be enhanced libido, and extreme desire for semen. You’re going to crave sex and nothing else.”
“You’re insane.”
“Am I? You’ll find out soon enough. Initial experiments have shown a consistent pattern the subjects followed.”
Anger coursed through me again, but I was held back by the cuffs. There was no way is was going to turn into a cock craving slut.
“Let me check your heart rate.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spat.
He smiled coldly and unbuttoned my shirt. He pressed the palm of his hand against the area just above my breasts, and I moaned almost immediately.
“Are you okay?”
It was impossible. Why would a mere touch feel so good?
“Your breasts look rather swollen. Are you one of those women who wears ill fitting bras?”
“That’s none of your business.”
His hand drifted down to cup my breast.
“Let me see, it’s important for them to not be too constricted.”
It was obscene. Everything he said was completely obscene. But the moment his hand squeezed my breast, the world turned white.
I threw my head back, my body shuddering in pleasure against his touch. “F-fuck...” the words came out of my mouth.
“Oh, my. Your nipples are painfully erect under that bra of yours. Would you like me to free them?”
“Y-yes,” I groaned, panting. “I mean, no... I...”
My mind was a haze of conflicting thoughts. God, it felt so good. “My nipples ache so much.”
“It must be the effect of the virus, detective. I’ll help you. Consider it an act of kindness from a concerned citizen.”
He yanked my bra so violently, the material tore at the hooks. I didn’t care that it was a Victoria’s Secret bra, one of my favorites. All I felt was how good it was to be free from the restraints of the padding.
“Fucking hell, your tits look amazing.”
A strange sense of pride coursed through me. I liked him complimenting my body, for some reason.
“Your nipples do look rather sore. Let me help you massage them.”
He grabbed my tits, kneading them greedily. I moaned out uncontrollably. Each squeeze of his hands made me climax. I was held securely by the cuff. All I could do was watch helplessly as he played with my breasts, rolling his fingers between my painfully stiff nipples.
“Amazing,” he groaned. “I truly wish I could observe your metamorphosis, detective. Your body will be undergoing some interesting changes.”
“Its so hot...” I moaned.
He smiled, and before I knew it, his mouth closed over my nipple.
“Ah, fuck!” I yelped. Pleasure, like electricity, coursed from my nipple and spread throughout my body. My wrist strained against the cuffs, but even the pain of the metal biting into me couldn’t distract me from how good the bastard was making me feel.
I had a free hand. My training told me I could throw a jab into his throat or poke his eye. Anything to resist.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I cradled his head, pulling him tighter against my bosom.
“Suck on my nipples,” I begged.
My eyes closed tight. I reveled in how wrong it was to let this asshole suckle on my nipples. “Oh, that’s good,” I whimpered.
His hands found my belt, and he undid the buckle. “Let’s find out how wet you are.”
My heart pounded hard against my ribcage as I waited for him to touch me. His fingers wormed his way under my panties, brushing through my bush and glancing over my engorged clit.
“A-ah...”
His finger found my slit and with a wiggle, it delved into my depths. I cried out, my body wracked with pleasure.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.”
“It’s the virus’ doing.”
“I wonder... Maybe you are a horny slut.
When’s the last time you had cock?”
“It’s been a while,” I admitted. The demands of the job were a strain on my previous relationship. It’s been a few months since I last saw Tim... “
He plunged his fingers in and out of me, pulling me from my thoughts.” So fucking wet and tight. I bet my cock would feel amazing in your pussy," he growled.
“N-no... “ I whimpered, trying to ignore the need to be filled. My legs squeezed together. I couldn’t decide if I was trying to stop him finger-fucking me, or trying to keep them in me.
“Can you smell how fucking turned on you are?” he asked, pulling his fingers up to my nose. I gasped. His fingers were slick with my own juices, so wet and shiny. It was true. The stench of my arousal was strong, and for some reason, I felt the urge to taste myself.
He must’ve read something on my face, because he smirked and pushed them into my mouth.
I groaned as my own juices slaked my tongue. It wasn’t me. I was a woman possessed, moaning like a slut as I sucked my own juices clean off his fingers.
Suddenly, his fingers curled into the back of my head, and he pressed his mouth against mine.
I didn’t fight it as his tongue invaded my mouth, caressing mine. The lingering taste of bitter coffee was on him, and instead of pushing him away, I found myself chasing after him, wanting more.
“Fucking hell,” he chuckled after taking a breath. “Such a shame that you’re a pig. You’d make such a good slut. I can tell you live for cock.”
“N-no... I...”
“You want cock, don’t you?”
I swallowed. “I don’t.”
There was that smug, shit-eating smirk again. Slowly, he stood until his crotch was level with my face. He unzipped his jumpsuit and yanked down his tracksuit bottoms, exposing his rock hard cock.
“You sure you don’t want this?”
I swallowed again. It was just inches away from my face. And fuck, the smell. So thick and pungent. The smell of man.
A raw hunger bubbled in my gut.
“You look like you want a taste.”
“N-no, I don’t,” I lied.
A needy sound left my throat as he dragged his tip across my cheek, hot and velvety. It left a trail of precum on my skin.
“Just a little suck. No one would know,” he chuckled.
“Y-you’re under arrest.”
“For what? Offering you the chance to suck my dick? What’s it going to be officer, a taste of cock in your needy little mouth or taking me down to the station?”
He dragged his thick, juicy bulb over my lips, and I lost it.
“Fuck...” I whimpered, opening my lips wide, and desperately took him into me. God, he tasted so sweet and salty, with a hint of sweat. It was so nasty, so fucking delicious.
Tim’s cock never tasted this good.
He flexed his hips out, working his dick deeper into my willing mouth. “That’s it. That’s a good slut cop,” he hissed through his teeth. “The other subjects showed signed of improved libido, but they’re nothing like you, sucking my dick with such enthusiasm.”
I moaned around his cock. There was that feeling again. A warm treacle-like wash of feel-good from being complimented.
He grabbed my hair and started yanking me back and forth, face-fucking me.
“That’s it, you fucking cunt. Take it.”
The rough treatment was so wrong, so degrading, but that was what made it so good. I wondered what Rick would think if he saw me sucking off a suspect...
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the door we came from. It was like a rhino was charging at it.
“Kate! Open up!” Rick shouted from the other side.
“Ah shit,” the suspect groaned. “Party’s over.”
He tried to pull away, but I grabbed onto his leg.
“No! Please, don’t go. I need your cum,” I begged.
This wasn’t me.
“Please cum in my mouth. I need it.”
He looked at the door again. Rick crashed against it at full force, but the bolt was holding for now.
“Kate!”
The suspect turned and grabbed my head with both hands, and went back to fucking my face.
“You’re lucky that I’m such a nice guy, doing this for you. I’m not going to last too long, either. Fucking a cop like this has always been a dream of mine.”
I simply moaned as I greedily sucked in his cock, eager to feel his cum in my mouth.
I tried to aid in the process, gripping his shaft and milked him as he face-fucked me. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and teased my clit, trying not to think about how much I wanted his cock in my aching pussy.
He grunted, and I felt his cock swell in my mouth.
“I’m cumming.”
My eyes widened as the first hot splash of cum hit the back of my throat. I mewled, delighting in the taste and texture of it, redoubling my efforts to suck more out of him.
“Shit.”
I swallowed as much as I could, although a part of me wanted to savor the taste on my tongue. My fingers were a blur, as I thrummed my clit until my own climax rush forth.
I groaned around his dick as my orgasm hit me like a truck. He had to pry his dick off of me as I kept on cumming and sucking on him, genuine disappointment coursing through me as his cum supply dried up.
And then I collapsed on the floor, spent and weak.
The suspect laughed again, ignoring the incessant banging on the door behind us. He zipped up his jumpsuit and collected his briefcase.
“I’m going to miss you, detective. You take care of yourself now, ” he chuckled and made his way through the other door.
My mind was a haze. My body felt like a led weight, but I managed to somehow uncuff myself with the key I had on me. It was a gargantuan effort to zip up my jacket, to make myself as presentable as possible. I didn’t want to explain myself to Rick. I didn’t know where to begin, anyway.
Eventually Rick succeeded and crash through the damn door like a bat out of hell.
He saw me and ran to me in a few steps.
“Are you okay?!”
“Yeah, I’m fine. The suspect escaped.”
He scanned the room, trying to piece together what had happened. I kept my eyes down, not wanting him to see anything in my eyes. I wondered if he could smell the cum in my breath.
“Did he do anything to you?”
“No. I mean, we fought. Got a bit heated, and he managed to floor me. Just a bit winded, but I’m fine. Sorry, he got away.”
Rick seemed satisfied with that for now.
He checked the other door, and it was securely locked, much like the other one. Rick didn’t bother trying to break that one down. By the time he did, if he had the energy to do so, the suspect would be long gone by now.
“I’ll call it in,” Rick said.
“No, don’t bother. There’s nothing to report. The asshole got away, and we got nothing to show for it. I rather not spend the rest of the night drowning in paperwork.”
He was just as pissed as I was, but he knew I had a point. Maybe I should’ve told my partner what really went down, but I didn’t even know if he would believe me.
Plus, I didn’t want to explain how I begged to pleasure the guy.
Rick helped me out of the warehouse.
We did a quick run through of what to do next. He promised he would find out who owned the place.
I needed to find out what the hell was inside me.
And I suddenly wanted to see my baby brother, my only family. I was too close to losing him forever tonight.
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