Carols Naked Time

Carol's Naked Time.

Carol smiled at the woman in the mirror, her pale figure was slender and with high pert small tits were flawless, and all-natural. Her pussy lips were waxed, but she had a healthy crown of black pubic hair on her pudenda. Her lips were beautifully symmetrical, and her labia was pink and plump. As she gazed at the reflection, her hand slid down her flat, sculptured belly and rested over pubic hair and tugged playfully at her hair, and as usual, she felt that trickle of wetness that began to pool in her sex,

Only the refection was not the owner of that body

"So that's what you did that morning," She muttered, her eyes glancing around the unfamiliar room of the deceased body that was outlined on the floor,

"Carol, what do you think happened here?" Christian asked her, looking up from his notepad, his dark suit fresh from the dry cleaners having just been promoted to CID,

Carol's gaze snapped back to reality, she saw herself in her suit jacket and pants, her short black hair tucked behind her ears, her rich ebony skin illuminated by the weak summer sunlight that filtered into the bedroom of the murdered young woman,

"I think she was waiting for a boyfriend, she was dressing, guessing from the clothes hanging on the hangers on the door of her built-in wardrobe. The deceased was standing right here, getting ready for a date or an assignation, of some sort," She turned and looked at her probationary detective,

"Well, SOCO says she was strangled whilst having sex, with her own stocking taken off her legs during the act," Christian relayed the details from his notepad," She has an ex-boyfriend. They split three months ago and he's at the station for questioning, on his own, with no legal rep,"

"So we talk to the boyfriend next," Carol turned back to the mirror and saw the dead girl again, now dressed in a black pair of tiny briefs, a black suspender belt, but her stockings were draped around her neck, and she was tightening them about her neck, causing some restriction and her other hand was pushed down into her panties, fingering her pussy, clearly getting excited from the tightened ligature,

"Oh, you poor girl, you really didn't know what you were getting into!" She whispered, assuming that the deceased was being used for BDSM sex.

On the drive back to the station, Carol reviewed her notes and reflected on her checkered path to DCI. As a young woman, her empathic abilities made her life difficult, if not sometimes impossible to live as she could immediately tell what her date was thinking and feeling, which usually involved a hastily eaten meal and sex back at her place. As a young inexperienced police officer, however, her abilities were invaluable. When conducting an interview, she could tell what the suspect felt, including the tissue of lies that usually tumbled from their lips. As she matured, her empathic abilities took a disturbing turn for the macabre, as she seemed to develop a rare form of psychic ability, which research labelled as psychometry; the ability to 'read' the psychic resonance from an object or a crime scene. His empathic abilities also rapidly developed enough to allow her to 'influence' people into feeling a certain way. Her interrogations became the stuff of legend when using her 'projecting' ability would make even the most callous villain experience terrible guilt and sorrow at their crime; the only issue was that once she was out of the interview room, the effect soon wore off but the police recording was enough to convict.

As her star rose, Carol gained some notoriety and soon promotion. With a 100% clean-up rate, she was solving crime like a TV cop show, usually in the same amount of time too. Her personal life also took a winding path, after she often projected an exaggerated sense of love onto a poor unsuspected junior doctor or fresh from chambers solicitor, she took her fancy to, so he would lavish her with expensive champagne and good food and then expend himself trying to pleasure her in bed; some of them even managed to bring her to climax. Once her influence was 'turned off' she found her dates indifferent and found them less attractive.

In the car, she glanced over to her subordinate, he was a couple of years younger than she, good muscular physique and a handsome face. She indulged herself in a moment of fantasy, imagining him on her bed, as she rode him to an earth-shattering orgasm and then had him give her a bath but sex within a partnership was not only against policy but also terrible for the investigation. She forced herself to focus on the notepad and then glanced over at him,

"Christian, the stocking was found about the neck?" She inquired, knowing that if she could touch it, she could read the resonance and even have a visual image of the killer,

"Yes, guv. The stocking was hers, she wore the other one," He confirmed, Carol smiled and enjoyed his nice west country accent, Carol smiled and then flushed with confidence; feeling that she would wrap another case up quickly.

"Change of plan, take me to the forensics lab, I want to look at that stocking," She looked back at the notepad.

As the forensic technician handed over the stocking from the brown paper evidence bag, Carol, wearing latex gloves took out the stocking and turned her back, as Christian helpfully distracted the technician with questions. Carol slipped off the glove of her right hand reached into the bag and touched the stocking.

Instantly, Carol stood in the bedroom of the dead girl, Beth Williams, and saw the girl, standing in her lingerie, with her stocking around her neck fingering her pussy and moaning softly. Caro looked around the room like an invisible voyeur watching the drama unfold. The girl's feverish rubbing was building up to a huge orgasm, her knees were beginning to buckle, and she staggered slightly. Carol wanted to move but remembered that she was simply watching the whole thing. She looked around the apartment, she was alone and then Carol heard the girl orgasm loudly and then suddenly she felt something. She looked around and a figure walked into the room, she looked aghast as she saw Christian enter the room, took the girl in his arms, turned her around and kissed her. As she returned the kiss, Christian massaged her naked breasts and began to suckle on her stiffened nipples. Within a moment or so, Christian led the girl to the bed, laid her down, unzippered his jeans and held out a large stiff erect dick and allowed her to fellate him excitedly,

"Oh, you make me so wet!" Beth gasped after sucking on his dick and scrambling around on the bed, and giving him an unparalleled view of her pussy, "Fuck me with that big dick and use my stocking to strangle me; please!" Her voice was unworldly, as Carol was, in fact, seeing the psychic resonance of the encounter, and not 'real' life. She was shocked as Christian entered her forcefully, his hands around the stocking twisting it to strangle her,

"Christian, no!" Carol called out but had no voice. She watched Christian fuck the girl roughly, using the stocking to restrict her breathing and make her gasp with alarming pleasure. In the diorama being played out before her, Christian forced the girl to adopt a variety of sexual positions, all with the stocking tight at her throat, in a final humiliation, he bade her put her head to the carpet, reach around and prise open her buttocks for him to penetrate her anally, as he pulled on the ligature and tightened it more and more. The girl gasped and panted, her face contorted in pain and arousal, with the merciless pace of his thrusting, 'Christian' was enjoying filling the tight arsehole of the girl, who begged him to fuck her harder, clearly approaching her climax,

Then suddenly, Carol saw Christian or rather the Christian's shape, begin to flicker, as though he was an old movie image, the shape began to shift and became herself looking at her. It was obscene, watching her own ebony body, her top half naked; her small pointed breasts shaking as a male bottom half, replete with erect penis fucking the poor girl as 'her' hands strangled the girl as 'she' fucked her to death. As the life was strangled from the girl's body, the figure became completely black, and then turned and looked directly at Carol,

"See you soon Copper!" The voice was like a snake'; raspy and breathless,

Carol pulled her hand from the stocking and staggered with the shock of the scene she had witnessed. She looked around, then replaced the stocking into the bag and then gathered herself, she had just had a terrible psychometry backlash, from another human with similar if not greater. She knew that Christian was not the killer, as she knew where he had been and so had a cast iron alibi. Whoever had killed the poor girl, at the moment of her orgasm, was an empath and knew how to create a false psychometric environment. There worst thing was that whoever could do this would be impossible to catch.

End of Chapter One.