Doctor Lauter was as unprepossessing as a man could get, short and grub-like with thick-framed glasses, the man looked like he would have trouble putting down a box of cookies, let alone deal with an Amazon type cop such as myself. The good doctor, my perp, claimed to be an exo-biologist, whatever the bleep that is, and was suspected in the disappearances of three young women. Through hard detective work, I'd finally located his base of operations, the trail of each of the women ended here. I was more than angry, I was royally pissed off! I could just imagine what the creepy filthy little doctor had done to those women.
I felt sure he was going to destroy evidence, I could not allow that, of course, so, instead of calling for backup, like I should have, I plunged in after him. I found the cretin in some sort of laboratory. There was this huge funnel-like thing hanging from the ceiling and Doctor Lauter was in some kind of booth twisting dials. I leveled my automatic at him and yelled, "Freeze, pervert!"
Lauter smirked at me creepily and the room filled with intense bright light and then some kind of ice cold fog. "Shit!" I thought. With the blanketing mist pressing in on me from all sides I intended to return my sidearm to its holster, lest I fire randomly and dangerously when I discovered that I could not move a muscle! It was suddenly like I was cast in iron or carved out of marble, rigid and unyielding. The last thing I remembered was Lauter's raspy laughter, then nothing but icy cold brightness for a long time.
Just as quickly as it had appeared the fog vanished. As soon as it dissipated, I knew something was wrong, I was no longer in Doctor Lauter's lab! I was someplace else entirely. The tile floor was replaced with cut stone. Above me was a vaulted ceiling of rock and in front of me was a grinning collection of weirdos!
There was some joker on a throne, quite handsome but oozing obnoxiousness, cloaked in sable and ermine, and around the big chair, other folks clad like the Renaissance Fair was in town. I stood there for a moment, no doubt looking as perplexed as I felt before I lowered my gun a bit. "What the fuck?" I stated out loud.
The crowned joker on the throne smiled and stated, "Our Doctor Lauter has outdone himself; this is the most beautiful offering yet!" He looked at me in THAT way! I HATE that look! The eyeballing as he undressed me mentally. I didn't become a cop and work up to detective in record time to be ogled at unless it was a man who met my approval. I'm five foot ten in my stocking feet, in college I was a varsity volleyball player, not to brag but I almost made the Olympic team, when not on duty, I wear my dark brown hair long and loose. Guys who don't know better call me "Wonder Woman" they only make that mistake ONCE! When jerks gave me THAT look, I made them pay. Perhaps they would "slip" while being walked to their cell, other times my nightstick might just "happen" to slam into their balls while no one was looking, NOBODY but NOBODY looked at Noreen Shields like that and got away with it!
"Who the fuck are you?" I barked at the schlep in the big chair.
"Your Master, of course, beautiful one." He replied as if I had just asked the stupidest question on earth. Suddenly I asked myself a question, "Was I ON earth?" I took a long look at my surroundings. Behind the tableau before me was a window. The sky was green and purple and the sun was bright red! I took a closer look at the people, some of them had a reddish or orange cast to their skins a couple had horns like Pan and one or two had more arms and legs than was standard!
"So, THIS is where the missing women went., I stated to no one in particular. I leveled my piece at the chief bozo and stated in my most authoritative voice, "Return the women Doctor Lauter sent here and no on gets hurt." The crowned yahoo laughed loudly in response.
"This one seems to have much spirit," he said to his coterie, "I shall enjoy breaking and taming her!"
His merry band of sycophants cheered and applauded him.
"Fuck you, creep!" I spat before I emptied my weapon towards him. Nothing happened! The bullets seemed to freeze in mid-flight before clattering to the floor! My mouth gaped open in perplexity.
"Such spunk!" stated the ruler, "What a fine addition to my harem. Ketter, see that Doctor Lauter's gold allotment is doubled in recognition of this exquisite gift."
"Yes, boss!" returned one of his toadies.
"Listen here, creep. My name is Noreen Shields, I'm a peace officer with a job to complete, not some plaything for a pervert like you!"
"My name is Lord Etioc, and you should start using it, WOMAN."
"I'm an American," I returned "I recognize no royalty and whatever else you are, you have some grave misapprehensions about women in general and me in particular!".
"No, pretty thing, you have great misapprehensions about ME!"
He waved his hand and my gun flew out of my hand! The force with which it was wrenched away was stunning. I'm very strong and I had a firm grasp on my weapon but my gun flew out of my hand with a force far stronger than my grip. It unpleasantly brought to mind the many times I had crashed against the floor to save a point while competing. Hard and unforgiving.
The crown wearing jerk smirked at me as one of his flunkies gathered up my weapon and placed it in an ornate wooden box. He obviously read my stunned expression because he smirked at me in a way that I did not like and stated very matter of factually, "THAT took no skill on my part, it was as easy as stealing sweets from a babe. It is time you began to understand what real power is "peace officer!"
He waved his fingers at me and suddenly I was suspended in the air, at least five feet above the floor! This sounds unbelievable but I felt his MIND all over me. It was THAT look amplified a billion times! I simultaneously wanted to throw up AND kick the tyrant right in the royal jewels.
"Now, where was I?" asked the royal asshole rhetorically. "Ah yes, about to unwrap my present!"
My holster unbuckled itself and sailed over to the guy with the ornate box who plucked it from the air! I tried moving but it was as though I was soldered to the air itself. I felt the laces on my shoes open and felt some force pry them off my feet. Just like my holster and weapon, the bulky guy by the ornate box plucked them out of the ether. The intentions of the tyrant on the big chair were clear. Worse, I was powerless to resist!
I'm not the type of woman to beg a man for mercy. I also realized that whining and crying was exactly what the creep expected of me. My face became one knotted snarl as I stated with complete sincerity,
"You WILL regret this ASSHOLE!"
"Really? Threats? I've battled and defeated galactic emperors, woman."
My socks sailed off my feet and my belt loosed itself and swam out of my slacks. My inventory of the morning reminded me that I had just my slacks, blazer, and blouse remaining before I was down to my scanties. I'd donned a translucent pantie and bra set that morning in hopes of getting lucky with my boyfriend after work. We were supposed to meet immediately after my shift ended at The Webb, the "Dragnet" themed restaurant across from the station that catered to cops and cop groupies, before returning to Randall's place. He's not a cop, I don't date cops. He's a safe (and loaded) accountant who plays rugby on the weekends and takes me to all kinds of expensive and remote places around the globe. If only he'd pop the question! I pushed thoughts about the good times I was about to miss and my scowl grew even more menacing.
All of the pins in my hair exited my coif at once, resembling a bobby pin cloud before I felt my blazer being worked off my shoulders and down my immobile arms. It was subsequently captured in mid-flight by the fat guy manning the pretty box, who smirked widely in anticipation. I hated him almost as much as I hated his boss. One by one, and with excruciating slowness, the buttons of my blouse parted. I could tell that my captor was enjoying himself enormously. I knew what was coming, I wanted it over as fast as possible. No such luck.
Finally, my blouse slid down my arms. Just as before, the fat guy shagged it like a fly ball at spring training. That castle, or whatever it was, was damn cold. My nipples puckered, a fact that my translucent bra could not camouflage and which, of course, did not go unnoticed by the peanut gallery of perverts. Some of them were giggling and whispering, others stared intently a few made what were obviously cat calls but I did not comprehend the language, still the comments further infuriated me.
The closing button on my slacks slid out of its buttonhole. With a laugh, the imperial pervert slowly tugged down the fly with his mind. For some reason, it irked me more that he clearly was not even breaking a sweat. The fact that he was toying with me, magnified my sense of powerlessness and shame tremendously. Maybe, if I had been able to put up a fight or at least a token resistance my humiliation would not have been as profound. The slacks rode down my hips and over my pert little ass and down my long legs. In a nonce, they joined the rest of my clothes in the ornate box.
The royal creep held me there is space and then slowly rotated me. My flimsy underthings did not conceal very much. "Enchanting!" cooed the smirking "Lord" Etioc.
"Get stuffed!" I fired back.
"Oh one of us will be stuffed before the day concludes, pretty one, but it WON'T be me!"
I involuntarily shivered as I felt the catch of my brassier unfasten one hook at a time. With a neat little flourish of his pinkies, my bra fell away from my body. I felt some force on my breasts almost like a pair of human lips and a supremely talented tongue! It was delightful! It was horrible! My already perked tits came to full attention. The royal creep winked at me and I felt my panties being tugged down millimeter by millimeter. He was determined to maximize my humiliation. He was doing a very good job of it! I felt the chilly castle air on my now naked ass and pelvis. My neatly trimmed brown bush was now a subject of public inspection. Despite my mask of defiance, I am quite sure that I hung my head in shame at that moment.
The invisible man's teeth and tongue continued their delightfully irritating work. It was hard for me to focus on my anger. Then came the absolute worst. My legs were parted and, I swear to God, another set of phantom lips and disembodied tongue began exploring my most intimate place! It did not take long for the invisible invader to focus upon my clitoris. That ghost ate me out better than any man ever had, even Randall's incredible skills seemed so much dross. To my ultimate horror, I realized that Lord Etioc would not stop toying with me until I came!
