Chapter five:
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"Everybody freeze!" a loud voice boomed across the garden. Others had tried that before and failed, but for some reason, this time it seemed to work. Maybe it was because the voice was much louder this time.
Like my fellow sex maniacs, I turned my head slowly towards the source of that inhumanly loud voice. A vicious looking red-haired giant stood there in a wide, self-assured, almost arrogant stance. Of course, he wore the typical windbreaker, indicating that he worked for one of the countless three-letter agencies, but I couldn't see which one.
In my still foggy mind, I wondered if he once was a drill instructor or a mom. Only those had the vocal power to demand the immediate obedience that was shown here. Even the other agents instinctively stood at attention, I almost expected to hear heels clicking and see salutes.
He was obviously surprised to have calmed down the scene in front of him, which could only be described as a bit lively, that quickly. He looked around, maybe unsure if something even more terrifying was behind him.
Keeping in mind how fast the other agent's behavior had deteriorated, I asked myself if he maybe had some sort of immunity against whatever was happening here or if the effect just had tapered off, as time passed. Looking around, I saw an increasing number of people behaving strangely, meaning NOT being engaged in sexual acts, and began to hope it was the latter.
I decided to try to lead him into the house and the core of this Armageddon, later, to clarify this.
I looked around, and astonishingly enough, everyone was still frozen in mid-movement. This guy exuded an authority of which I could only dream. Everyone was staring towards the huge newcomer, as if he was an unwelcome intruder from the real world. It gave me time to take in the scene in every excruciating detail.
Some liquid was slowly dripping from the giant strap on dildo, model Interceptor Ultra, $22.95, that had been very active in seeking holes to vanish in, and had done so with a female midget attached to it. I had no idea about the origin of that substance dripping from it and had no desire to find out. As she held an enormous bottle of my own lube brand in her hand, I held to the hope that it was nothing organic. Power Glide, $9.95 per liter, neutral in taste and guaranteed no stains. Also available in strawberry.
Rhino was on his knees, sobbing silently. I wasn't sure if the scene with Bubbles or the bubbles still appearing from his yellow submarine Caterpillar were the cause. He was looking towards the pool, though, which gave me a hint on his priorities. It was also possible that he was lamenting the loss of our hedge that the elephant was still munching in the background, but it seemed unlikely.
The small bell on the one remaining nipple tassel on the Ringmaster's man tit still moved and chimed invitingly. $7.95, guaranteed sticking, painless removal. Well, 7.95 for a pair. I had no idea where the other one was. I also had no idea what a burgundy red satin tailcoat might cost; that was not one of my products and the only thing he was wearing apart from huge 70s sunglasses and a hat made of zebra fur. All in all, it wasn't exactly the dernier cri, fashion wise. His genitals were completely shaven, leaving some kind of unexpected clearing in a dense jungle. I assumed this had happened recently, and I wasn't sure he had realized it yet. I looked down in a brief panic, but my hairstyle was unaltered. While at it, I also tried to check my ass for tattoos, but couldn't find any.
Two of the cops, a man and a woman, had had the decency to put on their hats again, while remaining naked, otherwise. They were just part of the crowd now, any official function long forgotten. The woman had a suspicious looking sticky substance in her hair, and both behaved like newlyweds. I felt good about that; we had achieved some serious bonding within the police corps. His hands were cuffed together in front of him with unofficial looking red fur handcuffs, $34.95, when not on sale.
Teresa and Bobbi Sue appeared to be a couple by now, as well, at least if the changed ownership of the cowboy hat was any indicator. Both looked very content. Both were wearing our premium nipple clamps, model Miami Vise, 19.95, stainless steel for a secure grip.
I could also see two pizza delivery guys, having no idea what might have happened to the third. One had an "Alberto's" T-shirt on, the other one from "Napoli".
"Alberto" had our mid-range whip model "Cat o'nein" in his hand, $29.95, double dildo handle, real leather and skin-friendly lashes. "Napoli" was currently bent over a deck chair, looking over his shoulder, his broad ass displaying colorful signs of excessive whip usage. Maybe I'd have to rethink that skin-friendly slogan; those welts looked pretty angry. What else could I use instead? Leaves decorative marks even on the hairiest pizza delivery guy's asses? No, not catchy enough.
The various agents who had arrived earlier were more or less assimilated and partially undressed by now, and part of the passive gawking crowd. It seemed that whatever had caused this mess had still been at least partially in effect after they had arrived at the crime scene. It was difficult to tell them apart. Wearing the windbreakers was no clear indicator anymore, at least if I assumed the slender albino woman I had fucked last night wasn't the owner of the garment she was currently wearing inside-out.
There was a pale, scrawny man I'd never seen before, holding a tattoo gun and just standing there with empty unseeing eyes, wearing some sort of short maid apron and one of our inflatable pony tail ass plugs. Size XL, it seemed. $34.95, easy to clean and durable. He didn't seem to be fully aware of the device, but it suited him nicely.
Our stuck-up lawyer, Walter, was currently sitting exhausted on the ground, watching everything in awe, still wearing the pink tutu, silver bra and angel wings. Complete set for just 39.95, machine washable and suitable for any occasion. Almost any, come to think about it.
