Chapter One: A Dangerous Visit
Mary Jones, girl detective, ran in from the garden to answer the telephone in the front hallway of her father's mansion. "Hello?"
Mary was one of the prettiest girls in River Heights, a town abundant with strikingly beautiful girls, many of whom settled there after Mary had freed them all from white slavery (see the Secret of the Old Cock). Mary was a petite and striking young lady with an unrelentingly cheery disposition. Her dusky blonde hair had natural red highlights. It was cut short and fell straight in a practical bob. Her left eye was a solid blue and her right eye was greener. She had the face of an angel: a bob of a nose, twinkling eyes, and a wide and easy smile.
She was petite at 5 foot 2 inches, and her body was 110 pounds of solid muscle from her constant martial arts training that made it possible for her to take on a battalion of mobsters with nothing but her bare hands or other body parts, her wits, and her impeccable grooming. Her breasts were lean and nicely shaped, as were her hips, but people rarely noticed such features, since she was always modestly attired in clothes somewhat baggier and less revealing than the norm so that her athletic form would not be so obvious and attention-grabbing to others. Because of her disposition and future career plans to be the world's first G-Woman, she preferred to be able to walk around as unnoticed as possible.
"Hi Mary! It's Imogene." Although Imogene was from a different school than Mary, they were close friends. "You know my aunt, Selene. Since being widowed, she moved in with grandma at Triple Forests, our family mansion in Xylophone. Since then, they've suffered from spectral visitations. Can Aunt Selene and I visit in an hour and beg you to take the case?"
"Imogene, it's the year 1930! Modern science assures us that ghosts don't exist. See you soon!" Mary replied, hanging up the phone cheerily. Since solving The Secret of the Old Cock, she had longed for another case. This was her chance!
The doorbell rang, and the Jones's chocolate colored housekeeper and Mary's dear friend, Margaret Roberts, rushed down the stairs to answer it. The dusky maid was four years Mary's senior, lithe and stunning, with an ample bosom, a proportionate bottom, and flashing teeth. Mary creamed for her sable friend, since she had known for some time she fancied both men and women. Alas, she respected Margaret's and her father's monogamy. True enough, they had taken lovers and even swung on occasion to Mary's knowledge, but it would be unseemly at the very least for Mary to involve herself so closely in her father's affairs. The closest she would bring herself was peeping on their raucous lovemaking every chance she could while beating off furiously.
Upon Margaret opening the door, a short, stooped, middle-aged man unknown to them stepped into the hall. Margaret shut the door. "Is Mr. Jones here?" asked the man with a Southern drawl. "My name is Ofbert Humpf. I'm here to warn your father that his life may be in danger. The railroad he represents to buy property is cheating some of our fine citizens, most notably my own client, Miss Xenia Xarton, and people are up in arms. He should be careful."
"My father is not here," Mary told him levelly.
"No matter, missy. I'll wait. In fact, I have an itch." With a swift motion, Humpf grabbed Margaret by the hair and bent her over the entryway table, pinning her head down on the table. His hand was already up under Margaret's dress touching her obscenely, and the shocked young colored girl looked at Mary wide-eyed but otherwise stone-faced. The girls were frozen in surprise and had an immediate problem taking hasty action, for if Humpf discovered or even suspected how close a friend their darling housekeeper was to Mary and especially to Mr. Jones, there could be criminal charges, disbarment, or worse. The Jones household would be ruined.
"Mmm, wet enough, I'd reckon. You don't mind, do you young lady?" Humpf asked Mary rhetorically while flipping up Margaret's dress in the back, displaying her sleek chocolate legs and firm behind. From the way Margaret looked at her, Mary could see that Margaret was determined to passively suffer this molestation to protect Mary and her father. Humpf gave Margaret's buttocks a swift exploratory spank to see how it wiggled. Margaret shrieked with surprise.
Conversationally to Mary, Humpf drawled, "Young lady, please leave the room, as I'm about to properly remind this here darky of her place," he continued, tearing off Margaret's panties in a swift motion and kicking her legs apart to reveal that the tearful maid's pretty pink gash was surprisingly wet, considering the ugly circumstances. "I happen to be an expert in such matters." When Mary hesitated, he added, "Unless you'd like me to take her with me to some nearby friends of mine and return her nicely used and extra humble and docile, a more proper servant, let's say, sometime tomorrow. Would you prefer that, young lady?" While he was saying this, he unbuttoned his pants.
"Please, mistress," Margaret pleaded with Mary, "Let's not have any trouble. You are GREEN in these matters. Let me handle this."
By saying the word "green" as she had, Margaret secretly signaled to Mary that she wanted the matter to proceed. Margaret must be really worried that Humpf would cause trouble if they didn't appease him if she was willing to have another man's dick enter her willingly, as she knew she loved her father dearly and was scrupulously faithful to him except under the most dire of circumstances.
Mary guessed she should play along and say humiliating things to Margaret to fully sell her feigned indifference. "Suit yourself, you disgusting slut," smirked Mary, backing away. "I'll leave you two in peace." She left the room and immediately opened a peephole she had installed so she could watch Humpf's attack on Margaret and make sure that her delectable maidservant was not being hurt too badly. Mary could see that the excitable brown girl, her legs spread, was already trembling and distinctly displaying the pink glistening folds of her open inner labia.
Unknown to Humpf, Mary knew that Margaret had suffered some rapes in her childhood that were disturbingly formative for her sexually. As a result, Margaret was deeply excited at the prospect of being humiliated and forced by men. Mary had witnessed (and masturbated furiously) countless times while watching her father brutally mock-rape Margaret, call her vile names, and even piss on her after he'd finished his brutal enjoyment. Such treatment within a context of love was deeply exciting and satisfying to Margaret. Now this was the real thing, and she could see that Margaret was quivering with excitement rather than fear, knowing that Mary was close by to intervene if matters got out of hand. While Mary braced against the wall with one hand, her other hand was already up her skirt and down her panties tickling her moistening love button as she watched the real live actual rape progress under her safety-conscious surveillance.
Margaret whimpered as Humpf thrust his member into her delicate pink snatch with a squishing noise, divulging her rising excitement. "I do believe the darky likes my attentions! How long has it been, honey?"
"Years!" Margaret cried. Actually, Mary knew her father had fucked his dear lover and housemaid loud and long just that morning. Some things in the Jones household were impossible to sleep through, not that she'd wanted to miss it anyway.
