The precinct was alive with activity as they brought in Jebedia Long. After an investigation of over three months, the detectives had all of the evidence they needed to convict him of four counts of rape and murder. There was just one thing they needed to do now. They needed to convince him to tell them where the fifth victim was.
Monica was reported as missing by her family two days ago. Forensics report that according to past history the other victims were slowly suffocated to death. Though they offered him life imprisonment rather than the death penalty, he refused to tell them where she was. He said that she was unworthy to live.
After he was brought through the crowds of reporters, policemen and civilian onlookers, he was taken to an interrogation room. There, the detectives cuffed both of his hands to a chair whick had been bolted to the floor. The angry policemen were none too gentle as they threw him down.
“Sit there scum and don’t make any trouble. All we need is an excuse to save the taxpayers some money.”
The man who’s murder spree had gone on for three years sat quietly, not looking at anyone in the eye. He was a very average man which for a serial killer is an asset. No one could remember quite what he looked like. He was average height, average weight with no distinguishing features.
His very demeanor was one of a quiet, polite nature. His short cut brown hair lay across his face as he watched the detectives cuff his wrists to the chair and leave. He thought it was a bit bizarre that they weren’t grilling him about the girl. He was even looking forward to outwitting their clever attempts at persuading and tricking him. After all the intellectual challenge was part of the turn-on of being a killer in the modern world.
In several minutes of waiting, he was startled as the door opened. The girl who entered was just the kind he liked. She had long blonde hair that fell to her waist and a full, voluptuous body that made his heart race. He watched as she crossed the room until she stopped in front of him. His gaze traveled down her body, then up to gaze into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.
This girl had a Marilyn Monroe figure... full and bountiful. The red dress that she wore was silky and sexy, allowing her considerable cleavage to be exposed. The dress flowed just above her knee drawing attention to her shapely legs.
“Hello, Jebedia Long. I hope you don’t mind, but we have some talking to do.”
“No, whore we don’t. You’re not even a cop, he sneered.”
“You’re right Jebedia Long, I am a whore... Oh, I don’t have sex for money mind you. I have a higher purpose.”
“What do you mean?”
The girl suddenly knelt right there in front of him. “I understand your quite a lady’s man. The police confiscated all of the naughty porn tapes from your house. They seem to focus on one thing... You seem to be fascinated by fellatio.
“Yeah, so?”
“Well Mr. Long, that just happens to be a specialty of mine.”
“What the hell?” cried the shocked murderer as the woman reached up and stroked the growing bulge in his pants.
“I want you to tell me where Monica is.”
“Fuck you bitch!” he yelled, straining against the handcuffs in vain.”
The panic of being out of control faded away. He began to lift his feet, determined to kick this crazy bitch away from him. Before he could get them very far, however, the woman had undone his jeans. This beautiful whore, undoing his pants distracted him long enough for her to yank them and underwear to his ankles. He could no longer kick her.
The metal chair was cold against his butt as his growing dick came into view. Though, against his will, his prick filled with blood reaching up to meet the woman’s hand as it grasped it softly.
“Tell me Mr. Long... Tell me where she is.”
“Fuck you!”
She began to slowly play with his member, enticing it to full erection. “No, I have something much better in mind.”
