Small Town Stone Pt 03

*All characters are 18 years of age or older*

"Good girl. Good girls." I said wonderingly. They both moaned in unison.

Then, the doorbell rang.

I stood, stunned to be reminded that anyone else even existed on the planet. Two beautiful women were in front of me, one of them topless, both looking up at me with desire in their eyes.

And then the doorbell rang a second time.

I awkwardly got my pants on.

"Stay here." I said to the bewitching pair, probably unnecessarily. I went out into the vestibule, barefoot, and opened the front door to see Sheriff Hardy frowning at me.

Holy shit.

My stomach sank and my face burned. I was so certain I was about to be arrested for brainwashed-sex-crimes that I had difficulty understanding him as he said:

"Hey there, Mac. Sorry for the late visit, but we've got a situation at the station... computers are all on the fritz. I hate to ask, but could you come take a look?"

"Uhhh... yeah. Yeah, sure." I stammered. I don't think he would have taken 'no' for an answer, and I was so sure I was going to be busted that the relief in realizing I wasn't would have made me agree to just about anything.

"Go get some shoes on."

Sheriff Hardy was old school. If there was a costume contest for small-town cop, he would win: he had the beer-gut, '70s porno mustache, the tan uniform, and I'm sure if it wasn't already dark he'd be wearing his aviators. I had helped network the station computers when I was in middle school, and ever since then I was their de facto IT guy. When I was younger, it felt cool to get called in to help the deputies format a hard drive or restart a router. These days it rankled a little. I mean, people usually get paid for that kind of stuff.

I slipped quietly back into my place and fumbled my shoes on.

"I have to go, I am so sorry."

Two pairs of eyes, one crystal blue and the other coated with black makeup, looked over the back of the couch at me. What the hell was I doing?

"Katie... you should get cleaned up. Tanya... make sure Katie is okay. Stay with her."

Tanya wrapped her arm around Katie's bare shoulders protectively as they both stood. Sheriff Hardy squawked his siren twice from outside, making me jump.

"I promise I'll be back soon." I said frantically and then dashed out the door. The sheriff didn't even wait for me to buckle my seat belt.

"So... what's the problem?" I asked as he drove.

"Maybe some kind of... virus?" Hardy said. "Wouldn't be a big deal, but all of our case data is on those things... so we can't do shit unless you can figure out how to get rid of it."

"Damn." I said, with a sinking feeling that I was in for a long night. As his patrol car cruised down main street, away from my apartment, every fiber of my being cried out with the wrongness of leaving those two alone. I wanted to be back with them. There was so much I wanted to do. The memory of their willing faces swam in my mind.

We pulled up to the station and went inside. Sheriff Hardy led me past the empty front desk to the open office where the deputies each had work spaces. The whole place was bathed in an eerie green glow. I could see that every desktop was displaying the same thing: it looked like those old Matrix screensavers, with green text cascading down from the top. Cute.

"My computer is the same shit. Think it's a virus?" Hardy asked a little nervously. He didn't want to let on, but I knew this was serious. Everything was digital now: arrest records, case files, bulletins from other departments. If someone wanted to make it so the sheriff's office couldn't do its job, this was the way to do it.

"Could be. I've got a few things I can try." I said, sitting down at the nearest desk and trying the keyboard. Nothing.

"Well, I'll be in my office. Give a holler if you get it working."

I grunted noncommittally. And, I am somewhat ashamed to say, I got lost in the work for a while. First I just watched the green characters washing down the screen. I didn't recognize any of them, all nonsense squiggles. Then I started to systematically troubleshoot. It quickly became clear that this was a legitimate cyber attack. None of the inputs were responsive. It is hard to believe that I forgot, for a moment, the two women waiting for me at home, or anything else that had happened that day. But I am a nerd. And I couldn't even boot into safe mode from the BIOS. Whoever had done this had basically bricked every machine in the building. It was impressive.

"What are you doing here so late, you little shit?"

I looked up to see Stephanie leaning in the doorway behind me.

"Good evening, deputy Diaz. I hope the sheriff doesn't hear you using that kind of language around a citizen."

Stephanie used to be my next-door neighbor, growing up. Yes, she was a cop now, but I couldn't help smiling at her despite the fact that she could arrest me and kick my ass in the process. To be fair, she could always kick my ass. She's three years older than me, so when I was a freshman she was a senior. She didn't have to, but she looked out for me. When the jocks figured I was easy prey, she convinced them to hunt elsewhere. She broke Troy Barnslowe's nose with a clean punch when he tried to grope her the year before, so they knew better than to mess with her or anyone she declared off limits.

Of course I had a crush on her. But she ended up marrying Ronnie Drake. It was the kind of thing that made all of us shake our heads when she wasn't around: Ronnie was an asshole. She hadn't even taken his name, so some of the eligible bachelors in town held out for a while, thinking the pair might split and she'd be single again. No such luck. Instead, she became one of the toughest deputies in town. If you got pulled over, you prayed it wasn't Diaz. She never let anyone off with just a warning.

Somehow, she managed to make the deputy uniform look good. Her dark brown hair was short at the back and tousled expertly in a long swoop to one side. We used to whisper that she must go across state lines for a haircut like that. The tan shirt hugged her chest, visibly straining on a few buttons. Tonight, there was an extra swagger in her step as she prowled over to me. Maybe she had just busted somebody.

"Can you crack the code?" She asked wryly.

"Nope. This may be beyond my pay grade." I snarked back at her.

"What? Giving up already? Did you try..." She leaned over me to fiddle with the mouse.

"Seriously? Says the girl who couldn't figure out how to turn on her Playstation?"

"Well all right, genius. Why don't you at least walk me through what you've got so far." She smirked at me.

"Nothing is what I got." Just to humor her, I turned back around to the computer and reached for the mouse. "No matter what I do, it-"

My hand landed on what I thought was the mouse. But it was a stone. And it was not my stone.

Something happened. I could suddenly read what was on the screen. It said:

[ IRRUPTION UNDERWAY ]

[ DOYEN 01 - ACTIVE ]

[ 19 ANCILLARIES LINKED ]

[ DOYEN 02 - ACTIVE ]

[ 02 ANCILLARIES LINKED ]

[ DOYEN 03 - INACTIVE ]

[ SUSCEPTIBILITY SUCCESSFULLY ELEVATED ]

[ MORE ANCILLARIES REQUIRED FOR APPERCEPTION ]

As I watched, startled to see the green text legible, the number under 'DOYEN 01' changed to '20 ANCILLARIES LINKED'. I felt a rushing surge like I had when I first touched my stone, but this time, it was focused, funneling everything, the entire experience, toward a single point.

Stephanie Diaz. She grinned down at me, and softly said:

"Stand up, Mac."

Before I had any idea what was happening, I found myself standing, facing her. It felt perfectly natural for her to say something like that to me, and for me to do it. Immediately. In fact, it made me happy. I smiled a little.

"There we go. You know, you always were a cutie."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her reach down and pick up the stone from the desk. It was different than mine. Even in the dim light I could tell that it was a greenish blue, although it seemed to pick up the glare from the computer screen and throw it back with a purple gleam. It was shaped sort of like an arrowhead.

It was hard to concentrate, though. A small part of me knew that the things I was seeing were important, but Stephanie had just called me a cutie. There was a warmth spreading through me that I had never felt before, just from that compliment. I wanted Stephanie to say more things like that to me. I wanted more of that warm, delicious feeling. I would do whatever Stephanie wanted. Whatever she said.

She took my hands and put them on her hips. That felt good, too. In all the years I had known her, I don't think Stephanie and I had ever touched. Strange. But I felt a soft heat radiating from my hands where she had placed them, on either side of her.

"Mmmm." She hummed and put her arms around my shoulders. That felt even better.

"Do you know what I like, Mac?" She whispered playfully.

"I want to." My reply was awkward. I was often awkward around Stephanie. But this didn't feel so bad. If Stephanie told me what she liked, maybe I could do it, and that would make her happy. Nothing awkward about that.

"I really like it... when someone kisses my neck."

I frowned. I was glad to know this. But she hadn't told me to do anything. So I stood there, enjoying the warmth of her touch, but frowning a little because I didn't know what to do. She chuckled musically at me.

"Aww, are you confused, little guy? Do you want to be a good boy?"

"Yes." I said instantly.

"Mmm hmmm. I know. Start by kissing my neck." I tilted my head to the side and my lips were grazing her soft neck in less than a heartbeat. It. Felt. So. Good. Her neck was warm, soft, smooth. My lips glided slowly up to below her earlobe and then back down again.

And she liked it. I could tell that I was doing a good job. She let out a little sigh and her arms held me tighter. I tried a tiny nibble and she gasped.

"Good boy." She whispered in my ear. Those words lit me up like a newborn star. She said it. She liked it. She liked me. I moaned with ardent pleasure.

"Ooh, getting excited already?" Her soft hand slid down my side and across my hip to feel the bulge in my pants. "Very excited, huh Mac."

Her hand. On me. If I was a star before, I was going supernova now. I wanted to be her goodest boy, if only it would keep her hand there one second more. My lips had traveled back up again and I gave a soft, reverent kiss to her ear this time, desperate to please her.

"What's this now?" I was dimly aware of Sheriff Hardy's voice, his presence in the room. Stephanie ran her fingertips slowly, exquisitely down the length of my erection, making me shudder and whimper against her as she replied:

"You didn't see any of this, Gene. Knock off for tonight." With my lips pressed into her neck I could feel the steel of her command. After a moment she added: "And tell your wife you love her. Look her in the eye."

I didn't know if Sheriff Hardy left, then, or was still standing there watching us. I didn't care. Stephanie was stroking me through my pants and cooing at me. Nothing mattered but her. I needed her to feel good.

"There you go. That's my sweet little toy." She purred at me as I got noticeably harder under the ministrations of her hand. "Take my top off, Mac."

Usually, doing something like that would be awkward. I would overthink it, my fingers would freeze up, I would fumble... that's what had always happened to me before. But now... I flicked my way down those buttons with a dexterity that would have been alarming if it didn't feel so good to obey. Her tan shirt dropped to the floor behind her. Her purple bra was beautiful.

She spun around and sat in the seat I had been using moments before.

"You like, Mac?" She asked coyly.

"Yes." Even if I hadn't touched her stone, even if I wasn't thickly fogged in by whatever power was at work, my answer would have been the same. Stephanie was gorgeous. Her soft skin was almost amber in the glow of the monitor. She slipped out of the straps of her bra and snapped it open from behind, and then I was staring down at her bare breasts.

She didn't give me time to admire them.

"Kiss me here." She pointed with a slender finger to the roundness of her breast just above her dark nipple. I was there in an instant.

"Oooooh yesss good boy." She said as my lips fluttered against her. "Stroke your cock for me, Mac. Keep it hard." My left hand dove into my pants to comply. There was no question. I would do anything, everything she wanted.

"Slow circles with your mouth... that's it. Good, good boy." I moaned again, buzzing against her breast. Everything she said was turning me on, lifting me higher and pulling me deeper all at once. A shudder ran through me. "Uh oh. Not so fast, Mac. Don't cum yet." she chastised me.

I kept stroking my cock in my pants, because she hadn't told me to stop. But I knew, I knew, I would not cum. It was unthinkable. My lips dragged against the glorious softness of her breast. She gently cradled my head and moved me to the other. I was in heaven. I was so happy to make her feel good. I was a good boy for her.

"Mmmmm, Mac. Take my pants off." I began, with just one hand, to unfasten her pants and pull them down her smooth legs. In almost no time at all, Stephanie Diaz was sitting in front of me, naked except for her panties, and hiking her legs up onto the arms of the desk chair.

Something wasn't right. It was very difficult for me to figure out what. My cock was still in my hand, still hard, just for her. I knelt before her, looking at her thighs. She slipped her panties to the side and showed me...

It triggered another flood of warmth and delight, brighter and more all-encompassing than before. Her beautiful pussy was wet. I had been a good boy, and made her pussy wet. But that nagging thing, that little sense of wrongness seemed to flit through my brain and tremble in my mouth.

"Awww... you look like you have something to say. Spit it out." Ordinarily her patronizing tone would irritate me. Somehow I knew that. But in this instance, it was an incredible, impossible relief to get to speak. She had given me permission.

"Ronnie..." I said, and she smiled.

"Oh sweetie... Ronnie is gone. I took care of him the night I found my crystal. Nobody is going to miss him, or even look for him. You aren't going to miss him. Are you?"

"No." I said confidently. Stephanie was right.

"Good boy. Don't worry about any of that. You get to be my little toy, just like everyone else in this town. All you have to do is make me happy..."

She slipped each luscious leg out of her panties and then pointed her finger to her glistening pussy.

"Kiss me here, Mac."

My face almost crashed between her thighs, I was so eager. My lips found her warmth and wetness and I kissed and licked her softly, gently, fervently. My body felt like it was floating, despite the hard floor of the station grating against my knees. My cock was throbbing in my hands, but I was not going to cum. She told me not to.

"Ohh that's a very good boy." She gasped as my tongue lashed out, hungry, greedy for the taste of her. She scooted forward on the chair, pressing her pelvis against my face and teasing her fingers through my hair.

"Up a little." She breathed. I obeyed. "Slower." She commanded. My entire body tensed, leaning into her need, aching to serve. To service. "That's it... like that." She whispered, and I felt myself rushing, speeding toward something I didn't understand, my hand still stroking my helpless cock while I bent my entire concentration on her soft, wet pussy and the tiny, excruciatingly, deliciously slow circles my tongue was describing in the folds of her labia. Somehow I was flying, while at the same time crouched and trapped and utterly devoted to her rising pleasure.

"Oh Mac. Keep going. You're going to... make me... do you want to make me cum?"

She asked, and I furiously, desperately, messily replied:

"Yes!"

"Good boy. Back in there. Tongue softer. Just like that. Keep going."

I was hers. I was nothing but what she made me. She was using me. She made me useful. That was all I was. All I needed. My tongue swirled obediently. My lips pressed against hers, and gently, delicately sucked. She shuddered. I loved feeling her body moving with my face pressed so close and so deep into her center.

And then.

Then.

She gave a short, sharp little yelp. She reared up in the chair and clenched her thighs around my head. It was so tight, it hurt a little against my ears. I loved it. She folded herself onto me.

And she came.

I made her cum. Every sound, every spasm, was a new glorious burst of light and warmth and purpose. My entire being was revealed and remade in her orgasm.

"Good boy." She breathed as she slowly calmed down. "Stop stroking that cock. You did good... but I'm tired. Maybe we'll play more later." I experienced a brief flash of dismay. But it was what she wanted. I didn't matter. Not at all.

She hummed happily and put on her clothes. I stayed right where I was, kneeling on the hard floor. Once she was dressed, she stood beside me. She bumped her hip against my head.

"See you around, cutie."

She walked away. I don't know how long it took before I realized I was alone. Before I realized that I was a separate person, even capable of being alone. Slowly, gradually, I was able to piece together the events of the last few minutes.

Stephanie Diaz had a stone. She used it on me. And she... killed her husband?

My knees ached. I braced my arms on the chair and lifted myself into it. The green nonsense on the monitor swam in my vision.

I had seen what it said. Briefly. They were words I didn't know, but I remembered them. Doyen. Irruption. Ancillary. That one I kind of understood, it meant... accessory. Secondary. Something like that.

Holy shit.