Susie Learns the Hard Way

by Roger Quine

  Bony fingers clasped Susie’s head, holding her firm, and the Inspector leaned back, tilted her hips and gave Susie greater access, so she could press her tongue further up between the soft folds of material, feeling the warmth from within and the way the fabric slithered in the slick juices. Her tongue burrowed, and she felt the fresh flow of juices her actions were evoking as she tried to slide the tip of her tongue under the taut elastic and inside to the hot flesh beneath.

  The inspector stood tall, pulling the mouthful away and out of Susie’s reach.

  ‘You think you’re ready now, but you’re not,’ she said. ‘There’s a long way to go before you beg.’ She turned to her briefcase. ‘Now, let me see...’ She stared at her prey, considering, beady blue eyes glinting fiercely, and Susie saw her nipples harden and protrude.

  ‘I watched you from start to finish the other night,’ she said. ‘You like it all, don’t you...’ Susie didn’t think it was meant to be a question, and anyway, she didn’t know how to answer, except with a truth she didn’t want the Inspector to share. And her interpretation was right; the Inspector didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult to find something to please you...’ she mused, sorting through the contents of her briefcase, pulling things out and placing them to one side. First there was the leather face mask she’d worn the other night, and then some gloves, and chains, then a coiled whip, and the short leather riding-crop Susie remembered all too clearly. As the realisation of what was about to happen dawned, knotting the pit of her stomach and inducing a bewitching pulse between her legs, Susie’s eyes widened.

  ‘Hah!’ exclaimed the Inspector, contemptuously. ‘You needn’t start feeling sorry for yourself. You’re getting off a lot lighter than dear old Harry, poor sod.’

  Susie was so preoccupied with her own predicament that she didn’t really take in the full import of what the Inspector had said. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on the crop, travelling with it as the Inspector allowed herself two or three experimental cuts at the air. The thin hissing sound and the faint crack from the leather loop at the end made Susie flinch.

  ‘Ah, splendid. I see you remember this.’ She rubbed it over her own body, tickling her nipples with the loop and then drawing it suggestively across the front of her black panties, dropping it between her thighs and pressing it lasciviously against the humid dampness. ‘Mmmm, yes...’ she breathed, and then her arm jerked and the crop flicked out and laid a line of red along Susie’s left breast, the tip stinging the nipple with deadly and painful accuracy.

  ‘Ow!’ The shock and sudden pain caused Susie to buck on the chair.

  ‘Mmmm, hurts, doesn’t it?’ leered the Inspector, and she placed the leather loop gently between her own legs again, rubbing herself lewdly. Susie watched in dreadful fascination, but she hardly registered the movement of the wrist before the whippy leather traced its burning line across her other breast, searing the nipple as it landed.

  ‘Ow!’ she yelped again, tugging on the chains that held her.

  ‘Mmmm...’ purred the Inspector, and she pulled the waistband of her knickers aside, slipped the whip down inside, making it separate her soft flesh and tease between the folds. Her wrist was flexing, the shaft of the whip was bending and her free hand was pressing the front of her knickers, pressing the whip into her body. Susie watched the gyrations, at the obvious arousal that using the whip had created, and she was unprepared when the Inspector’s arm moved in a blur and struck a blazing weal across her unprotected thighs.

  ‘Aaaaahhh!’ Susie’s scream was muffled by the small cell.

  The Inspector’s free hand was still pressed against the front of her knickers, clutching and digging. ‘Yes, that’s good... very good,’ she panted. ‘I think we’ll save more of that for later.’

  Susie breathed a small sigh of relief, although she knew it was only a postponement, not a cancellation.

  ‘I think,’ the woman continued, ‘for the time being, we could use this – yes that’s right, a regulation fourteen incher, a policeman’s best friend... and especially a policewoman’s, of course.’

  Susie’s eyes widened in disbelief. In off-duty moments like this the truncheon clearly had only one use. ‘No...’ she said quietly, shaking her head, not wanting to accept the vile Inspector’s intent. ‘No...’

  ‘But yes, my pretty,’ mused the Inspector. ‘I just know you’ll love it. It’s come in extremely handy on long night duties, I can tell you,’ and she began rolling it across her small breasts, rubbing it over her stomach and then between her legs, pressing it into the black strip of her knickers. ‘I’ve often laughed, using it to make arrests; if only they knew where it had been.’ She smiled fondly for a fleeting second and then her face froze, as if in sudden pain. She gasped and shut her eyes, and it was only when Susie saw her hips starting to gyrate that she realised the Inspector was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, bordering on a climax.

  In immediate confirmation she pulled the gusset of her knickers aside, revealing a slice of shiny wet pinkness, and then the blunt snout of the truncheon was there. It rested for a moment on the glistening folds, and then the pink mouth opened to receive it and it disappeared up inside. The inspector’s wrist made circles beneath her groin and she sighed deeply as she worked the black shaft inside herself. Her bottom lip quivered and then her thighs clamped together, trapping hand and truncheon.

  ‘A policewoman’s best friend...’ she murmured dreamily, relaxing her thighs and sliding the truncheon luxuriously back into the open, the last four or five inches glistening in the harsh light.

  Susie had never watched a woman in such isolation and detail before. It was an intensely erotic experience, the more so because the Inspector held her so completely in her power.

  ‘Here, you try,’ she said, and held it under Susie’s nose. Instinctively she shied and turned her head away.

  ‘Don’t you dare do that,’ snapped the Inspector, and the crop slashed onto Susie’s thighs, making her cry out again. The Inspector offered the truncheon again. ‘Open wide,’ said the Inspector. Susie hesitated. The crop cut down again, and as Susie opened her mouth to protest against the unfair assault the truncheon forged forward, stretching her lips and jaw, slippery and salty on her tongue, filling her completely.

  ‘Mmmmpphhh!’ she groaned in dismay. But as quick as it had breached her it withdrew, though its taste was still in her mouth. The Inspector reached down, and Susie felt the bulbous wooden end bumping between her thighs, and then it was there, at her entrance. She was ready, the fear-dampened folds of flesh made wetter and slicker by watching the Inspector pleasure herself with the same truncheon, so that with a little pressure it glided easily into her, making her hold her breath until it was buried deep, and then she exhaled unsteadily. ‘Mmm...’ she moaned, her back straight, her head held high and her eyes clamped tightly shut, the wooden stump wedged firmly inside her body. Through a haze of undeniable pleasure she waited, wondering what would happen next.

  The Inspector started to stir her insides with the wooden shaft, but then Susie whispered her disappointment as it was pulled from her, leaving her empty and frustrated.

  ‘Too much of a good thing will spoil you,’ the Inspector mocked. ‘And we wouldn’t want to do that, now would we?’ She gazed upon the wet staff, her nostrils flaring as she savoured Susie’s fragrance on it, and then she touched it with the tip of her tongue, a little smile lifting her thin lips. She turned her attention back to Susie and studied her beauty again with voracious eyes. ‘But then again,’ she whispered huskily, and the truncheon moved, nudged again between Susie’s thighs, and docked against the soft lips at her entrance. Susie waited, wanting to be penetrated by the inert object, despite her loathing for the perpetrator of her abduction and bizarre seduction.

  ‘Yes...’ she urged. ‘Yes, please...’ and then the column moved again, and again, and each time it pressed fu
rther into her she moaned in unison. ‘Oh, oh, oh...’ until it was spreading her sex lips tightly around its smooth girth and ploughing gradually into her, and she sighed with relief and delight.

  But then the Inspector sniggered and the object of poor Susie’s pleasure cruelly withdrew yet again.

  ‘Now it’s my turn,’ said the Inspector, standing astride Susie’s hips, pulling her panties aside and pressing her shaven mound against Susie’s confused face.

  Susie could do nothing but comply as her senses were overwhelmed with the heat and taste and smell of the dominant woman. She prodded with her tongue, running it up into the humid valley, tasting the secretions that dribbled into her mouth. Searching, probing, questing, she explored the opening, and then found the small bud, which she rolled on the end of her tongue, feeling the Inspectors hips gyrate as the sensations swept through her. Susie knew exactly what to do and exactly what each reaction meant. Then something bumped under her chin and as she drew back a little she saw, an inch away, the round black nose of the truncheon as the Inspector lewdly wedged it up into her own sex, and then crammed her groin hard against Susie’s perspiring face.

  She licked and sucked, knowing just what to do and just when to do it. She performed eagerly now, enjoying not just her ability to make a woman respond in the same way as she could control a man’s sexual pleasure, but delighting in the smell and taste and feel of another woman.

  The Inspector’s hips began to rotate unreservedly and she threw her head back, panting loudly. But the position they were in was awkward for both of them, rendering them unable to reach the heights demanded. ‘Wait,’ gasped the Inspector. Unable to stop her hips from grinding against the lovely face, she managed to bend to the bed and retrieve the small key for the cuffs. She leant over the sitting girl, squashing her even tighter into her groin, and managed to release one of her wrists.

  Instinct guided the free hand to grip the Inspector’s bottom and hold her steady. Bent fingers clutched tightly at the buttocks, and pulled the two females together. But Susie still couldn’t get her tongue where it was needed, and after a few minutes of futile shuffling and cursing the Inspector undid the other handcuff and slumped back on the bed, so Susie could lean forward and put her head between the widespread legs.

  It was exactly what was needed; now she could peel the waiting lips apart and lick deep inside, or slide two fingers into the warm wet interior, knowing what delicious sensations she would create, and gratified to see the Inspector responding as anticipated. Over the course of the next few minutes, as her tongue lips and fingers roamed between the Inspector’s legs, Susie discovered a whole new world of pleasure, and that she liked eating pussy.

  As her gasps rose again to a crescendo, the Inspector’s hand patted blindly around on the bed and found the truncheon. She eased Susie’s face away and placed the bulbous tip against the clutching opening to her body. Susie immediately recognised what the Inspector craved; that she wanted Susie to feed it in for her. Gently she took hold of the handle, pressing lightly, watching the woman lying before her breathing deeply, her scrawny breasts rising and falling, her eyelids fluttering dreamily as she waited, suspended on the verge of intense ecstasy.

  Susie made her decision and rose swiftly. The truncheon swept down and caught the Inspector a glancing blow across the head. Violence was totally foreign to Susie, and the hollow thud almost made her heave. For a moment she panicked, fearing she’d caused serious injury. But although the inspector lay quietly she was still breathing steadily. Moving hastily Susie found the key on its silver chain, freed her ankles, and then cuffed the Inspector to the bed, spreading her like a star before clicking the ratchets into place.

  ‘Right then,’ she panted, as the woman slowly came too and looked up at her with growing comprehension. ‘Now it’s my turn...’

  ‘I’m not as good as you,’ Susie admitted, ‘but it’s only lack of practice. And I may not even be a fast learner, but that doesn’t matter. I can wait.’

  The Inspector glared at her, and then her eyes flickered down to the fresh thin red lines that dissected Susie’s breasts and thighs.

  Susie’s eyes narrowed and the Inspector tensed, waiting, and then the crop flicked out. The Inspector howled as the loop of leather at its tip stung the underside of her left breast, its impact only slightly softened by the sheer material of her bra.

  ‘That’s not bad,’ said Susie. ‘I think I’ll soon get the hang of this.’

  ‘You’d better let me go,’ hissed the Inspector defiantly, though there were tears in her eyes. ‘Unless you want to be in more trouble than you are already.’

  ‘I don’t think you’ll be reporting this to anyone,’ returned Susie, and her arm moved in a quick jerk, flicking the end of the crop into action. The Inspector squealed, and there were now tears running down her cheeks.

  ‘Now, tell me what’s going on,’ demanded Susie. ‘Why did you bring me here?’

  The Inspector bit her lip, but said nothing.

  The crop lashed out again and the Inspector’s scream was even more piercing. When it died away she was sobbing like a child. Clearly she only liked inflicting pain, not receiving it. The thought gave Susie the strength to continue against her inclinations. Her natural instinct was to comfort another person in distress, but Susie remembered the pain she’d been made to suffer just a few moments ago and steeled herself to the task. ‘Why did you bring me here?’ she asked patiently.

  ‘I can’t,’ sobbed the Inspector.

  Susie picked up the penknife. Poetic justice, she thought, and sliced the black bra in half so the small breasts sprang into view. The end of the crop reached out and brushed the material aside, and then Susie dangled the leather loop so it was just brushing the tip of one nipple, almost caressing it.

  The Inspector shuddered as conflicting sensations coursed through her body.

  ‘Tell me,’ demanded Susie.

  ‘I can’t,’ insisted the Inspector, and the crop flicked sideways and lashed the other nipple, drawing another wail of grief.

  ‘Try,’ suggested Susie. ‘Who called the police? And where was Harry?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ protested the Inspector.

  ‘You do,’ Susie asserted. ‘You do.’

  The Inspector was sobbing again, mumbling incoherently.

  ‘I think you’re enjoying this,’ Susie said thoughtfully. ‘I’ll have to think of something else,’ and before the Inspector had time to flinch Susie lashed the inside of her thigh.

  ‘Stop it!’ yelled the Inspector. ‘Please, stop it!’

  ‘Then tell me.’

  ‘I really can’t,’ she gasped. The leather landed on the black strip of material covering the tender swelling of her pussy and the scream was wrenched from her as she writhed around, held fast by the same chains she’d used to bind Susie. That knowledge was all that gave Susie the strength to carry on with a task she found increasingly distasteful. But she’d had a good teacher, and she had learned quickly. She pulled at the black knickers, tugging them up, and slipped the knife through the silk in one cut, exposing the nakedness of the shaven groin.

  ‘All right! All right! I’ll tell you!’ screamed the Inspector, her resistance broken. ‘Just don’t hit me again.’

  ‘Okay,’ said Susie, forcing herself to sound stern, ‘but you’d better tell me everything you know.’

  ‘I was told about the film set, the address and everything,’ the wretched woman blabbered. ‘I briefed my men, said we were acting on information received, a tip-off, and that we’d raid the place.’ Now she’d started the confession seemed to come flooding out. ‘I just said it was a straightforward pornography thing, and that we were looking for film and video equipment, and finished tapes, and to nick everyone who was involved. All I had to do was to find you and keep you away from the rest, until... until... later...’

  Her voice tailed away and
suddenly Susie felt the impact of enormous shock, as if she’d been punched in the chest. There was no mistaking the look on the woman’s face, and Susie realised that something awful was planned for her, that she was a major nuisance that needed to be silenced – perhaps permanently.

  ‘You mean, you were going to keep me here until he could come and...’ she was trembling, a mixture of terror and rage.

  ‘It’s not my fault,’ blurted the Inspector, her desperation evident. ‘I had no choice. He was blackmailing me. He said he’d put it in the paper. It would’ve been the end of my career... of me.’ She tried to control her tears. ‘He discovered my liking for female prostitutes and CP. He set me up, got some photos. I’d have been finished...’

  Knowing the Inspector’s inclinations, Susie found her story very easy to believe. ‘So, where is he now, the dirty bastard?’ she asked, anger taking a greater hold than fear. ‘I’ll make Harry Anderson wish he was dead,’ she promised.

  ‘Harry?’ sobbed the Inspector. ‘Why Harry? He’s got nothing to do with it.’ She sniffed. ‘It’s not Harry.’

  ‘Well, if it isn’t Harry...’ said Susie, truly puzzled.

  ‘Didn’t you know?’

  ‘Know what?’

  ‘I thought you knew. From what you were saying I thought you knew it was the editor of your fucking newspaper!’

  Susie gaped at the revelation. ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said, raising the crop threateningly.

  ‘It is, I swear. It really is that creep!’

  Deep down, Susie knew the contemptible woman was telling the truth. And there was something else... something about an earlier remark about Harry... She struggled to recall the words.

  ‘So where’s Harry then?’ she asked.

  ‘I don’t know, really I don’t.’ Susie was convinced; this was genuine abject cowardice, and she wasn’t faking.

  ‘Okay, so where’s Skase?’

  ‘His office,’ the Inspector said quickly, ‘until later. Then he’s coming here.’ She looked around fearfully as if she expected him at any moment.