Chapter Two: Hypnotic Evidence
"Six men having their way with you!" enthused Mary. "Heavens to Betsy, Imogene, that sounds... well... how did you feel about it?"
"I was terrified!" cried the innocent well-endowed blonde; "I'm saving myself for marriage," she added with determination.
"Was it unpleasant?" asked the girl sleuth, taking out her notepad.
"Not exactly, but," reiterated Imogene with determination, "I'm saving myself for marriage!"
"How experienced are you with men? Have you sucked a man off? Taken it up the ass?"
"Heavens no, nothing! Not even kissing! What even is all that stuff you asked?" the panicky girl cried in genuine distress.
"Don't worry about it, Imogene," Mary calmed, scibbling on her notepad, "Imogene, completely innocent virgin dreaming of gang rape. Incongruous?" Mary turned to Imogene's aunt. "Selene, you're a widow, correct? What's your story?"
"Similar dreams," Aunt Selene whispered with embarrassment.
"I can see you've both been traumatized, or perhaps you're just reluctant to talk. I'll put you both in a hypnotic trance. You'll give me more complete and reliable information that way, okay?" Mary set down her notepad.
"Okay, Mary, we trust you; don't we, Aunt Selene?"
"Very well," agreed Selene.
"All right, look at the bauble on my necklace I'm swinging back and forth. See how it's clear? Look into it. You're relaxing. You're relaxing..." After about five minutes of work, Mary had Imogene and Aunt Selene in a deep trance sitting on the couch, fully relaxed, their eyes shut. Mary looked back to see that the housekeeper, her friend Margaret, had also succumbed to the hypnosis and was sitting relaxed in an armchair, her eyes closed. Oh well, no matter. Mary could let Margaret rest.
"Imogene, please remove all your clothing," Mary commanded. Imogene opened her eyes slightly and removed her shoes then rolled down and removed her stockings. Then Imogene stood up and unbuttoned the top of her dress and shimmied out of it. Finally, she took off her slip, brassiere and panties, and then sat back down. Imogene's body was curvier than Mary's. She had nice big breasts for a virgin, maybe D's, and they had small pink areolae and sharp nipples that were now fully erect. Imogene also had straight shoulder length blonde hair and a nice full blonde bush, for she was a natural blonde. Mary, who had never had occaision to see her dear virginal friend naked before, felt herself moisten and salivate at the thought of burying her nose in her friend's blonde bush, inhaling her sweet innocent aroma, and proceeding to fully initiate her in the Sapphic arts.
Mary crossed her legs, swallowed hard, and turned to the aunt. "Selene, please remove all your clothing." Aunt Selene removed her clothes just as Imogene had. She was in her early forties, with her breasts starting to sag a little. Selene was darker complexioned than her niece, with breasts about the same size and brown areolae and big brown nipples. Mary knew that Selene didn't have any children, but she had been married for many years before her husband recently died. Selene wore her brown hair in a tight bun and had a big brown bush that also looked like it had never been trimmed. With a bush like that, the young detective deemed it probable that Selene's dead husband, God rest his soul, had never ventured to put his mouth further south than his poor wife's nipples. Mary immediately dreamed of making sure this woman languished no longer without knowing what it felt like to have a tongue urgently explore her sex.
Mary licked her lips again and happened to glance over her shoulder to notice that Margaret had also removed all of her clothing and neatly folded them into a pile. Margaret, only four years older than Imogene and Mary, had an exquisite body, a smooth milk chocolate skin tone from head to toe, firm DD breasts with dark chocolate nipples, a frizzy black head of hair kept in stylish check, and an ample yet tidy black curly bush. That was Margaret, tidy. Maybe she should take this opportunity to lean in close and get a good whiff of Margaret's scent, since nobody was paying attetion.
