Whodunit Inc Ch 02

Vicki's Uncle John invited the Whodunit Inc. gang to his cabin on Viking Lake for a weekend of fishing and relaxation. Doobie, Scruffy's faithful companion mutt, rode in the back compartment of Ted's SUV while Scruffy and Vicki sat in the back seat. Ted was driving and Debbie sat in the front passenger seat.

Vicki couldn't help but notice Scruffy's constant glances at her sizeable chest.

"Is there something I can do for you, Scruffy?" she asked in a sarcastic, annoyed tone.

"Oh! Uh, me? No, like, why?"

"Because you keep looking at my breasts."

"Me?! Oh, uh, well...was it that obvious?" She just stared at him. "Well, uh, you know, I was just wondering if, like, are you warm enough? Because you look, you know, cold."

"Why? Because my nipples are poking through my shirt?"

"Well, uh, yeah, kinda."

"They're always like that, Scruffy!"

"Yeah, but they look, you know, colder than normal."

Vicki rolled her eyes. "Oh good grief."

"I'd be more than happy to, like, warm 'em up if you'd like," he said sincerely.

"I'm not cold, Scruffy!"

Doobie was watching the scenario unfold.

Rarort! Rarort!

"Hey! Okay! I was just offering as, you know, like, a friend."

Vicki huffed, crossed her arms and looked forward. "Fine. Thank you. I appreciate that," she said without any hint of sincerity.

A few moments later, Scruffy finally asked, "Well, can I at least, like, see 'em?"

Doobie's eyebrows raised.

Ruh roh! Ru've run rit rwow! Red ran rwalkin'!

Vicki's head snapped around. "See what? My breasts?!"

"Well, yeah," Scruffy said meekly.

"Oh good golly! Didn't you see enough of them at the museum during the Silver Knight caper?!"

"Well, no, not really. I mean, they were all covered in that, you know, goo. Plus, you were, like, with Ted."

"Oh good grief! Fine! But only briefly."

"Sweet!"

Doobie's jaw dropped.

Rawr ru rucking ridding ree?! Rwat rworked?!

Vicki turned to Scruffy, grabbed the bottom of her orange turtleneck sweater, and pulled it under her chin, setting her firm, full breasts free.

"Oh! Like, wow," Scruffy stuttered.

Doobie licked his chops.

Roly roly!

Scruffy's eyes bounced from Vicki's breasts to her eyes and back again. "Can I, like, touch 'em?"

Vicki rolled her eyes. "(sigh) Fine. But be...OH!" Before she could finish the sentence, Scruffy's face was latched onto a breast while his hands mauled both of her fleshy mounds. "Be...be careful...good golly! Be careful with...my...nipples! Gah! They're...they're super...sensitive!" That didn't slow Scruffy down. He nibbled and gnawed at the thick pink knobs while he rolled his tongue around them and sucked on them hard. "Oh...oh wow!" Soon her hands were running through his thick mop of brown hair.

Doobie looked over the seat.

Rwow! Rwook rat rim ro! Ree rust ree runry!

Vicki startled Scruffy when her hand touched his leg. She ran it up his thigh until it finally reached his groin.

"Mmmmmm, I detect a rather large bulge in your pants, Scruffy," she moaned while she massaged his bump.

He released her tit just long enough to say, "That's why you're, like, a great detective, Vicki!"

"Mmmmm, I think I need to delve further into this mysterious bump." She expertly undid his buckle and unzipped his pants with one hand. Scruffy shivered when her tiny hand reached in and pulled out his massive, pulsing muscle. "Oooooo, I think I've found the source. But I need to perform a closer inspection."

Much to Scruffy's temporary chagrin, she broke the seal he had on her knobs and dipped into him, forcing him to sit up straight.

He felt her hot breath rush across his tip when she said, "Golly! This definitely needs some oral therapy."

Scruffy's eyes flew open when she took him into her mouth. "Gah!" he croaked.

Vicki's head began to bounce in and out of Scruffy's lap. Her hand followed the path of her lips. It felt like she was giving him a blow job and a hand job at the same time.

Rwow! Rwook rat rer ro! Ree rust re runry, roo!

Debbie heard the commotion in the back seat. "What the heck..." she said as she turned. Her hand flew to her mouth and gasped. Scruffy just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Then her mind did a 180 degree turn. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes turned to slits.

That bitch! I'll bet she'd suck a trailer hitch if she had the chance!

Scruffy had one hand on the back of Vicki's head while the other was under her molesting her mounds. "Holy shit, Vicki! You sure are good at that!"

"Mmmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!" she hummed.

Scruffy looked down her back.

Hmmmmmm

... His hand left her breast and ran down her back. Vicki felt a rush of cold air rush across her backside when Scruffy lifted her short skirt. He ran his long, boney finger down her crack until he found her puckered hole. Vicki moaned when he pressed on it and hummed when he began to run circles around it.

Ron't roo rit! Ron't roo rit!

*****

Debbie leaned into Ted and whispered in his ear, "Ted, how would you like some road head?"

Ted did a double take. "Huh?! Ah!" he barked when her hand landed in his crotch.

"You know? A blow job...while you drive," she purred.

ZIIIIP

"Uh, yeah, sure! Oh!"

She reached into his pants and pulled out an already stiffening handle. "Mmmmmm, hello there," she whirred as she began to stroke it to life. "Play your cards right and you might get more than this when we get to the cabin."

"Alright! Hughah!" Ted squawked when she took him into her hot, wet mouth.

*****

The faster and harder Scruffy circled and pressed Vicki's trembling rosebud, the harder and faster she sucked on his pole. Her face was landing in his crotch with every dive. She felt like his long prod was going straight into her stomach. The feeling of his finger on her backside was making her crazy.

A crooked grin crossed Scruffy's face. He pressed.

Vicki gave a loud, muffled squeal when Scruffy's finger buried itself knuckle deep in her ass.

Ro! Re rid rit! Re rearry rid rit!

Scruffy's pumps into her backdoor matched the movement of her head. Vicki wasn't sure if she should try to get Scruffy to explode quicker so she could taste him, or if she should drag it out so he could keep fingering her backside.

She decided on the former.

She wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft as hard as she could while she clamped her mouth around him.

"Oh! Oh wow! That...that, like, feels amazing!" Scruffy announced. "You're...you're gonna...make...me cum...if you...keep...doing that! Oh wow!"

Vicki nodded when she bounced. "Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!"

Scruffy's head went back. His jaw clenched. "Oh wow! Oh wow! Ohhhhhh wow! I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna do it!" His hips bounced off the seat. "Doing it! Doing it! Woowwwwwggggaahhhhhh!"

Vicki sucked and swallowed as hard and as fast as she could. But it wasn't enough. Scruffy's thick, massive load quickly filled her throat and mouth. It seeped out her lips and down Scruffy's shaft, across his hairy sack, and onto the leather seat.

Scruffy popped his finger out of her twitching brown eye as Vicki sat up. She looked at Scruffy with a crooked smile and ran her tongue across her lips.

"Well, that was an unexpected turn of events," she giggled.

Scruffy looked down. "Oh, man! It's all over my balls! And on the seat! Like, Ted's gonna kill us!"

"Here, let me take care of that."

Scruffy jumped when Vicki dove back into his lap and sucked a nugget into her mouth, then the other. "Whoa!"

Once she had sucked him clean, she buried herself between his legs and swatted her tongue across the leather.

She sat back up and adjusted her glasses. Scruffy pointed at her face. "Ummm," then patted his nose.

"Oh! Thanks." Vicki ran her finger down the bridge of her nose and tucked the remnants into her mouth. She pulled her sweater down over her mounds, then squirmed in her seat. "Ewwww!" She reached under her short skirt and pulled her soaked panties down her legs and over her black shoes. "Here, you might as well take these. I'm sure you'll be masturbating later tonight. You can use these to speed up the process," she said when she handed them to a shocked Scruffy.

"Sweet!" He held them to his face and took a big whiff. "Wow," he said dreamily.

Good golly! I'm so horny now!

Vicki rubbed her legs together and wiggled in her seat, but she couldn't scratch her itch.

I can't masturbate here! Guess it'll have to wait until we get to the cabin. Dang it!

"How close are we, Ted?"

"We're...we're...oh wow! We're...really...close," Ted moaned. He had one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on the back of Debbie's head, and was lifting his ass off the seat humping Debbie's face. His grip on the steering wheel and the back of her head tightened. The car swerved on the road. "Oh my God, Debbie! You're gonna make me cum! Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God! Hughhhhaaaaahhhh!"

The bodies in the car swayed to and fro and the car weaved wildly on the deserted road. Ted was doing his best to concentrate while he dumped his load into Debbie's skull. She sucked on the head while she stroked his shaft, coaxing as much out of him as possible. When the gush finally slowed, she gave him several more long, hard strokes, draining his vein completely.

Debbie sat back in her seat, straightened her purple dress, adjusted her headband, and swiped her fingers across her chin. She smiled over to Ted. "How was that?"

Ted could only pant, "Wow. Fantastic!"

Rey! Rwhat rarout re?! Ri ron't rave rumbs, rammit! Ruckers!

*****

When they arrived at the cabin, Uncle John was missing, even though there was a blazing fire in the fireplace and all of the lights were on. While searching the cabin for clues for where Uncle John might be, Debbie found his journal.

"Hey, look at this," she said upon opening the journal. "Here's his last entry.

'There's something mysterious happening on the lake. I've seen what might be an old Viking ship off in the distance at night. My old eyes might be playing tricks on me.'

"

Vicki pointed at sketches her uncle had drawn. "Look at these drawings. It looks like some kind of ancient Viking ruins."

It was at that moment Scruffy's trusty sidekick Doobie began to bark at the window.

Scruffy went to the window. "What is it, buddy?" He couldn't believe his eyes. "Holy crap! There...there...there's the ship!"

The gang ran to the window. There, in the distance, was the tiny outline of what could be mistaken for an old Viking ship in the moonlight.

"That's just a ship with large sails," Debbie said dismissively.

Ted scratched his chin. "Maybe. Maybe not. Uncle John's missing. A mysterious ship on the lake in the middle of the night. We should report this to the police."

At the police station, the sheriff added that two geologists had disappeared mysteriously while researching the lake, also. He said he had his best officers on the case but hadn't found anything yet. On the drive back to the cabin, the gang decided to go to the local museum in the morning to see if someone there could decipher the drawings in Uncle John's journal.

Dr. Hansen, the curator of the museum, took one look at the drawings the next morning and shuddered.

"These translate into an evil Viking curse!" Dr. Hansen said alarmed. "There's a legend that the curse was unleashed when the ancient Viking burial grounds were disturbed. Where did you find this?"

"It's my Uncle John's journal," Vicki replied. "He's gone missing, along with two geologists who were doing work at Viking Lake."

Dr. Hansen handed the journal back to Vicki. "Oh dear! I'm afraid the curse is true. They may never be found again!"

"Curses are pure poppycock," Vicki said with disdain. "We're going to get to the bottom of this!"

Dr. Hansen's face went ashen. "Oh dear! I warn you kids. The curse is real! I'm afraid if you dig too deep you'll be putting your own lives in danger!"

Ted puffed out his chest. "We're willing to take that chance."

Scruffy's shoulders sank. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

The gang returned to the cabin to begin their investigation. Soon they found themselves at the lakeshore.

"Let's split up. We can cover more ground that way," Ted suggested. "Scruffy, Doobie, you come with me. Debbie and Vicki, check it out over there."

It wasn't long before Debbie and Vicki discovered footprints on the shore of the lake. They followed them until they reached a cave opening.

Debbie turned to Vicki. "What do you think, Vicki? It looks kind of creepy in there."

"We've got to get to the bottom of this!"

"Right. What could go wrong?"

As they walked deeper into the cave, the darkness enveloped them. They both pulled out their cell phones to alert the boys where they were as well as to use the built in flash to guide them.

Debbie looked at her phone. "Darn it! No signal!"

"Who knows how far underground we are?" Vicki pondered. "Hey! Did you hear that?" She held her finger to her lips. They heard a slight scuffling, as if something was moving in the distance. They both held up their phones to illuminate the cave...

And screamed!

The light revealed two what appeared to be Vikings running in their direction. They turned and ran through the passage ways of the cave as fast as they could.

"Where are you bitches going?! There's no way out of here!" one Viking screamed as he chased her.

"Herrrrrrre pussy, pussy, pussy! Ha ha ha!" the other wickedly laughed.

Turn after turn, the chase continued. It finally came to conclusion when the girls entered a small cavern with no way in or out other than how they had entered.

"Oh no!" Debbie screamed. "Ow! Dammit!" She reached up and tried to push the hand away that had grabbed her by her long red hair.

"Ha! Gotcha!" he said as he yanked her around.

Vicki tried to do a roundhouse kick on her attacker, but he was too quick. He dodged the what would have been devasting kick and returned the favor with a kidney punch. Vicki grunted and crumpled to the ground. The Viking leapt and landed on her back, pinning her to the ground.

"Vicki!" Debbie yelled.

The Viking clutching Debbie's hair yanked it and threw her to the ground next to Vicki. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Quickly, he was on Debbie's back as well.

The girls struggled as the Vikings tied the girls hands behind their backs, but It was no use. The men's weight were too much.

"What do we do with them?" one Viking asked the other.

"Take 'em to the Doc, let him decide." Both Vikings grabbed the girls bindings around their wrists and pulled them to their feet, nearly popping their shoulders out of socket. "Come on, get up!" he demanded as the girls howled in pain.

The girls were led through a series of corridors until they reached what looked like an elevator. They looked at each other with confusion. The doors opened and they stepped into what truly was a fairly new elevator. They couldn't tell if they were moving up or down but, after a short ride, it stopped and the doors opened.

They were pushed into a wide, well lit cavern. In the middle of it sat the mysterious Viking ship. Railway tracks ran in several different directions with carts on them, each one leading into a different dark corridor. Across the waterway where the boat sat was a series of steam turbine engines churning away.

"Vicki!" came the horse yell.

The girls looked around to see where the voice came from. Then gasped.

"Uncle John!" Vicki bellowed. Uncle John was in a cage hanging from the ceiling 15 feet off the ground. "Are you okay?!"

"I...I'm fine. You shouldn't have come!"

"Ha! He's right about that!" chuckled one supposed Viking as he peeled off his beard and removed his fake teeth, as the other Viking did the same.

Vicki glared at them. "The missing geologists, I assume?"

"Ha! Very good!" laughed one.

"Too good," came a new voice.

The girls turned their heads to see someone coming off the ship.

"Ah! Dr. Hansen!" Debbie shouted. "You're involved in this?"

"Of course he is," Vicki said flatly. "The geologists discovered uranium along the lakeshore and in these caves. When they went to the museum to confirm it, Dr. Hansen here decided he wanted a piece of the action. So they used the legend of Viking Lake to their advantage and devised a plan. The steam turbines power their equipment as well as the ship using the steam naturally produced in these caves. They're using the ship to remove the uranium they dig up and sell it on the open market."

Dr. Hansen sarcastically clapped his hands as he moved closer. The claps echoed off the cavern walls. "Very good. Verrrrry good."

"You won't get away with this!" Debbie yelled.

Dr. Hansen grabbed her by her chin and moved closer. His face was inches away from hers.

"Oh, we will. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Two days from now we'll be well on our way to the Bahamas in the fine vessel before you in retirement counting our millions," he hissed.

"What're we gonna do with these two, Doc?" one Viking asked.

Dr. Hansen scratched his chin. "Hmmmmmm." He grabbed a large, pointed knife from one of the Viking's belts and pointed it under Debbie's chin. She felt the sharp tip cut into her soft skin. "Maybe we should cut them up into little tiny pieces and scatter them in the lake." He lowered the knife and ran it across her sternum until the point was between her breasts. It pressed into the shiny material until it punctured it. "Or maybe we should take them along as pets." The three men laughed while Debbie and Vicki glared at them.

"You wouldn't dare," Vicki growled.

The doctor yanked the knife up. The sound of the blade shredding Debbie's purple dress cut through the air and zipped past Debbie's face.

Debbie looked down at her dress that now had a ragged v-neck. "Hey! This is a brand new dress! You'll pay for that!"

Doc handed the knife back to the Viking. "Jimmy...Joey...strip 'em."

"What?!" the girls screeched in unison.

The geologists were all over them. Their knifes slashed through the girl's clothing and their hands pawed at the newly revealed flesh.

"Stop that! Stop it!" Debbie demanded.

"Get your hands off me!" Vicki barked.

Soon, their torn and tattered clothing was at their feet. Striped flesh wounds where the blades had broken the skin while they struggled covered their bodies.

Jimmy grabbed Vicki's D-cups. "Goddamn! Look at the cans on this one!"

Joey twisted Debbie's erect nipples. "These nipples could poke an eye out!"

"Ah!" Debbie squealed when Joey sucked a nipple into his mouth. "Stop that!"

"Get your hands of them!" Uncle John yelled from his cage. Doc looked up at him. "Shut up, old man, or you'll be next!" He grabbed Debbie by the arm and jerked her out of Joey's mouth. "Come on! Over here!"

A few steps away he threw her onto what appeared to be an old, wooded saw horse. It hit her at the waist. The force knocked the air out of her and doubled her over. Before she had time to react, her hands had been untied, brought around her, and were now tied to her ankles.

Debbie struggled against her bindings. "Hey! Ouch!"

Doc started to walk away and threw his thumb over his shoulder. "Have at her, boys. This big titted bitch is mine."

Debbie looked between her legs. The room was upside down. "Wait! What?!"

Jimmy and Joey raced in her direction. "Hell yeah!"

Vicki began to run away until her black Mary Jane shoes slipped on the sandy floor. She fell face first and landed with a thud. She rolled to a stop and turned her head to see an approaching Dr. Hansen.

"Get away from me, you brute!"

"Ha ha ha! Not until I'm done with you!" He unzipped his pants, revealing a large, stiff pole that bounced as he walked. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. "I want to see those tits bounce when I fuck you!"