Vol I. No. 2 "Nim Meets the Cops" The Sacred Order of ppppppp p pp p p pppp pppp ppp pp pppp pppp pp p pp pp pp p ppppp pp pp pp pp p pp pp pp pp pp pp pp pp pp pppp pp pp pp pp pp pp pp Chapter 1 Ron Peterson was on a business trip to Morton, Washington. And since they called me Ron peterson so was I. The company was even paying for all the meals, gasoline, hotels -- did I mention hotels? The little hotel room fan sounded angry. Whiping about, making sounds like a helicopter's main rotar. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. It was winter outside and the room had no heat, but a few hours of intense play on the tiny wooden bed had turned the place into high summer. There was so much violence in that little room. Violence, when I threw her to the bed. Violence when I peeled and ripped my sweat drenched t-shirt off an hour later. Violence when the bed collapsed from all that shaking. That good violent rocking motion my whole body made as I slapped my hips into the firm round globes of that blonde's inviting rear went on and on and on to the sound of moans and feelings of growing bliss. It was hard keeping my grip on her small waist as the sweat there, mine and hers, had formed a sticky slick film. She was nodding her head up and down, left to right almost as fast as I was pumping into her deep, tight, hot, dripping cunt. The way her full hair seemed to dance with a life of its own made my rigid stick fill like a hot lead pipe, nearly bursting in raw almost painful pleasure. I had picked her up just outside of town earlier that morning. She was only 19. If you believe in the Easter Bunny, that is. Probably closer to 17 at best. She had been hitchiking along the highway. Said she was tired of her parents telling her what to do. I was frank, and told her I was a big business man who would give her a plane ticket to anywhere if she gave me a day to know her in every way. The horney little bitch agreed. She was on all fours, bucking back towards me to help me get deeper with each lingering thrust and grinding twist. She knew just how to wiggle her backside about. It was cock gripping fantastic! I felt beeds of sweat dripping down my thighs and biceps as I leaned forward and started trying to milk her hanging tits. They were heavy, thick sacks of sugar ending with great big rock hard sweets. She had just been mumbling and shaking for the past couple minutes but suddenly she was back and started crying, "Oh, oh. . so good. Yeah! Yeah! Oh baby. . . ooooh Oh!" as I rubbed and squeazed all over her breast. Pushing them together, then apart as I milked and probed. When she started bucking back too fast I slapped her thigh to remind her who the boss was. It was harsh enough to leave my hand print blazing there like some enormous tatoo. She fell forward then, too tired and too drained to hold herself up. I adjusted the cock ring and used a few dry edges of the bed sheets to get some of the sweat off my legs. It was starting to evaporate, giving me a sudden chill. I went into the bathroom and started a steaming bath. Red hot. The water looked white and boiling as it gushed into the dirty tub. "Taking a shower, Ron?" Her voice sounded pretty strong now. Would mean she was just about- She was at my side then. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to massage the muscles there. It disturbed me how mature she seemed to be so young. But I had dealt with the best of them. And this one was no sex goddess. "Why not take a shower?", she asked. Silly girl, trix are for masters, I thought as I grabbed her wrist and lifted her off her feet. "Owee! That hurts, damn you! Put me down!", she cried. I just shook my head and begin the chant. The chant that must ever be or all value in such ritual is lost. "Let our within be their without...", She staretd to kick as I moved her closer to the tub. I punched her square in the face a few times to lessen her thrashing. Soon I had her by the ankles as I submerged her upper body into the quicksilver liquid. "Let our within be their without...", She staretd screaming. "Aroooooooooo Ouch! Ouch!" As expected, she used her arms to keep her face out of the steaming waters. Barely. She was crying in pain and pleasure as I thrusted into her gaping cunt and tried to split her young thighs away from her body. The odd angle I was thrusting into her at had my cock pressing against the back of her steaming cunt. Every stroke evoked an even louder scream from her shaking body. She began to try and lift her self out of the searing water so I pulled her tits towards me. The cry of pain that followed indicated she was learning what not to do. I started chanting in my meditative monotone, "Let our within be their without...", She lost her balance. Her head fell towards my feet and struck the inside of the tub with a hollow bong sound. I pulled her up, out of the tub and dragged her limp body to the bed. She was out cold. Completely screwed up my ritual. This was one that required the winch to be alive. I decided to leave the town then and after a quick shower, hit the road in my mustang. -oOo- Chapter 2 I wasn't on the road for a good ten minutes before the red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirrors started. I hadn't gotten a speeding ticket in years. The smarter ones speed only on the off-peek hours, like me. So what was this all about? I pulled over to the side of the road and waited. A squad car pulled off of the road behind me and just sat there. The guy behind the wheel looked a bit small. Was hard to see much with the large sun glasses he was wearing. The other guy looked familiar. Native Amercain perhaps. Wait it was. . . An old friend from the Order! Finally they started to get out and approach from behind. Pinot recognized me when he was about half way to the car. His mouth dropped open and he began to smile. I shook my head at him and used my eyes in the rearview mirror to indicate his partner. He nodded. I saw his partner had long flowing black hair. What was this, a hippe cop? As the form got closer I saw it was a woman. Even through the thick jacket she was wearing I could tell she had massive breast. She looked only about five foot four inches tall. She had her hand on her gun and wasn't smiling. Rookie, I thought. The look on her face said, "I need a stiff fucking." I'd be willing to wager she hadn't had sex in two or three years. "Please, Step out of the car sir." Her voice sounded pretty bland and dry. I opened the door and stepped out. She began to pull out a pair of handcufs and direct me to turn around when I made my move. I pinned her arms behind her and used my weight to throw us to the ground. She landed on her tits, gasping for breath, with me ontop of her back. I cuffed her and took her gun from the holster. I smirked. Rookie. "Help Ted!", she started screaming between gasp for air. I laughed as Pinot came over and gave me a high-five. "Thats what they call you around her?", I asked laughing. "Yeah, a bit of a lame name.. but it works.", he said. "So who's the rookie bimbo?" "Oh. Um, Brenda meet my friend Ni- er Ron." You ever had this one, I asked pointing at her ass. He shook his head. "Thats the chief's daughter man." "So?", I said. "Hell P. man, we both know anyone can be tamed." He nodded. And besides I'm sure he realized about then that it was either tame her or kill her. Because if our secret got out, the whole order would be compromised. We gaged Brenda with one of her own socks and threw her into the backseat of Pinot's squad car. He said that they had called for backup but that was all cleared up after a few seconds on the radio. I jumped back into my car and Pinot drove his squad car back onto the road. He led, and I followed. We got off the highway and traced a few winding roads up into several small hills. After a couple minutes we arrived at a cabin in the forest. It was covered in moss and fallen tree limbs. "This place is an old cabin I bought a few years back.", Pinot said. "Its not much, but great when you want to get away from the city." The bumpy ride seemed to have made Brenda pretty bitchy as she kicked at our legs with her bound feet and mumbled something that sounded a little like "Damn you!" from behind the dirty white sock in her mouth. I hoisted her up onto my back with her fanny pointg up and her legs infront of me. Pinot unlocked the cabin's squeaky door and turned on the lights. It was a dump in there. The place looked more like someone's long forgotten garage. There was a twin brass bed in one far corner and a small kitchen area near the door. A big fireplace made of large stones took up a good portion of one wall. Pinot nodded towards the bed and I dumped Brenda there where she landed face down in a dusty looking pillow. She looked good even in the regulation pants and too-large jacket. I slapped her large curvy ass, letting my hand linger just long enough to let her know I was going to get to know her better soon. I felt like resting a few minutes before getting started and let Pinot know. He agreed, saying he just felt like relaxing for a few minutes so soon after a long days work anyhow. He said it was messy of me to leave the blonde in the motel like I had. And that was why the police had been called. Yes. That had been a serious screw-up. But to keep Brenda from hearing much more, he produced one of those cheap radio-headset deals and put it on her head. He told her not to make it fall off or she'd be in trouble. Then he turned it up loud enough so we could hear it even across the room. "I can't imagine you being a pig P. man!", I laughed. We had had many good times together back at the temple. Throwing parties, playing mind control games on all the freshmen. Hypnotizing straight women into eating out banannas stuffed up other girls butts was a hallmark of our bashes. Pinot rubbed his nose as he looked for something to drink in the cabin's tiny fridge. "Hey, this is the best cover. You can't imagine the sort of stuff I get away with under a badge. . well until the chief's little bitch got assigned to me." He found a beer and bit off the cap with his teeth. "Who was your partner before?", I asked. "Oh, some redhead. She was my slave too. Was perfect." There was a tinkle sound as he dropped a single ice cube into a glass. The vision I'd seen earlier of the robed man kept comming back to me. So I decided to ask Pinot. "So, when do we get started?", I said glancing towards Brenda's bound and gaged form across the room. Pinot poured some beer into the glass and offered it to me. I shook my head. "Oh. I forgot, you never did like beer. . ." "Nope. Clouds the mind." "You know that little bitch there hates native americans?", he said between gulps. "And her dad? The police chief too?", I asked. "I don't know. . but if she wasn't his kid I would of wrote her up for some of the shit she's given me." "Naughty. Nuaghty.", I said wagging my finger at Brenda. Her eyes looked confused. She shook her head over the roar of the radio in her ear. "So I guess she doesn't like black guys either.", I said. Pinot looked at me and laughed. "Guess not." "We'll have to do something about her predjudices." "God, its great to see you again Nim. It'll be just like old times!" "Better, I hope." -oOo- Chapter 3 I was just about to remove the earphones on Brenda's lovely head when I saw Pinot pulling a video camera out of a storage chest. "Hey P. man, you know I can't have myself on a video. .", I was worried about something like that falling into the wrong hands. "No sweat man, I'll make sure our faces aren't in it. This is just insurance-" I interupted, "Make it look like she wanted it, so she'll think twice about telling anyone?" "Right. We do think alike.", he finished. We exchanged knowing grins as I removed the phones and grabbed her by both ears. "Now listen bitch! I'm going to take this gag out of your mouth. And if you make one sound I'll bash your brains in. Understand?" She nodded. As I pulled the gag out she clamped her teeth down on my fingers. I was ready for that. I made my free hand rigid straight with a slight curve and chopped at her juglar vein with all my might. Her grip released as she gasped in pain, face frowned and eyes tightly shut. "I think she needs a little juice P. man." He was already tapping the side of an upturned needle and squirting out the trapped bubbles. "My dad is going to get you for this. . " I slapped her once, then once again. She started whimpering like a wounded dog. I had to fight her kicking legs to get her pants undone but was rewarded with the sight of her large firm thighs and buttocks as I removed them. She had a lot of hair down there. It was nice and curly brown fuzz. We both admired the sight for a few seconds. Then Pinot jabbed her in one full cheek with the needle and forced its contents into her. After a few seconds she started shaking and mumbling. "There, there. You'll feel better in a second.", he said as he stroked her long mane. I released my grip on her and waited for her to calm. "This juice is wonderful stuff.", said Pinot. I nodded, knowing it was truth serum and speed. "Watch this.", he laughed. "Brenda, what do you want us two strong men to do with you?", he asked. She began slowly in a lazy sexy voice, "I. . want you. . to faaaaaaccck me." She shook her head slowly, probably trying to figure out why she had said what she only meant to think. "No.", she managed with effort. "Yes?", Pinot probed. "I. . need you to faaaa- fuck me." My cock was growing harder and harder with each sexy come-on she made. It didn't help having her naked ass just inches away. Pinot removed the handcufs from her tiny wrist and started slowly unbuttoning her jacket and shirt. She had nice tits. Pale looking, but full and pert. I put my hands between her legs and combed the hair there with my fingers. It was damp and soft. No kinks in it that I could feel. It was like she combed it out or something. I moved the hair aside and fingered her lightly. She arched her back and moaned in a husky yearning tone. That was about when Pinot started taking off his unform. I mounted her, being as gentle as I could. She cocked her legs up as high and wide as she could while I guided my rock hard cock to her wet slit. Pinot stopped stripping when he was down to his shorts and got behind the camera. He zoomed in on her cunt as I drove my meat into the little box. Then he moved it along her body up to her face. She was crying in pleasure to my thrust. "Oh yes! Ugggh Uggggh ohh ahhhh yes!" I twisted my body as I screwed and began to suck on one of her nipples. I could feel a sweet milk squirting into my mouth as I pumped the tit, my head bobbing up and down with her nipple firmly attached. "Oh! Ahheeeee ugh, ugh. Ugh!", she gasped. I let it fall from my mouth with a wet plop sound and closed my eyes as the thin stream of warm white sugar gave my face and chest a shower. "Damn, thats good!", Pinot said rubbing his crotch with one hand while he filmed the action with his other. Large beeds of milk ran down her ribs and onto the bed as I boned her juicy tight cunt as deep as I could. Her face was twisted into a look of dazed pleasure as I continued to pump in and out of her slick hole. After a few more minutes I felt a load building up in the base of my cock so I told her about it. "I'm going to squirt a bucket of come up your cunt." I started unloading deep into her warm depths. The loads were long and heavy. Each one seemed like another more powerful orgasim. At last it stopped. But even before I pulled out a thick clump of my sour dip cream was dripping from her, into the sweaty crack between her buttocks. Pinot pulled a long thin plastic tube from the same chest he'd taken the camera out of. It was like one of those tubes you use with fish tanks and air pumps. "I bet you want to suck all his come out of your own pussy. . .", Pinot said as he handed the tube to her. "Yeah. I want to taste it.", she said lazily. She inserted one end of the long, limp tube into her pussy and took the other end in her mouth. She started sucking on it, making a loud sound that reminded me of an espresso machine. Air bubbles and long thick plugs of my come, mixed with her own juices began to creep through the long tube towards her mouth. She sucked even harder as she saw it. Soon it was in her mouth and we could see her adam's apple bobbing to keep up with it all. After something like a cup or two of juices nothing more would come out and Pinot took the tube from her. She wiped her mouth with her hand and began to rub her clit. Pinot told her to get on all fours and she did. He produced a shiny black 'T' shaped billy club. It's edges were all nicely rounded but some leather straps about it made it pretty well ribbed. He pressed it against her dripping cunt and inserted it a little into her box. She moved forward a bit from the sudden thickness of it. He took it and started rolling it about the ring of her backdoor. Soon he was working it in but then just stopped and pulled it out. "Do you want it?", he asked her. She moaned, but didn't really answer him. "If you want it you're going to have to beg for it." "Please Ted. . .", she begged. "Please what?", Pinot said now growing impatient. "Please fuck me with that big stick." "Now say it like you mean it, and look at the camera." She turned her makeup streaked face to the camera and begged him to fuck her up the ass, the mouth, the pussy, In her ears, nose, tits, back of the knees, anywhere. Pinot grinned as he drove the thick rod into her gooy duct. She arched her back and screamed in pain. She panted for air and shook her hair from side to side. Soon she was bucking back against his slow thrust, working up a good lather of goo between them. When she came and collapsed, crushing her breast, Pinot decided to honor her earlier request. "Lets see. . . ears. . ?", he thought aloud as he sat on her back and turned her head sideways. He started pumping the head of his cock against her soft ear lobes and lovely jaw. Then he placed it squarely against her ear canal as he pumped and rubbed against her. When he came his yogurt filled her ear. A sizeable mound of it coated the folds of her ear and scattered in long streak patterns into her hair and onto her jaw and neck. I mounted her legs from behind and put my dick in the hollow behind one of her knees. I thrust my cock back and forth across the area and held onto her upturned foot. Then I started pissing gallons. My hot golden jet looked like a laser beam as it danced about her buttocks and pussy. "Damn man. These are the only sheets I have!", Pinot said. He climbed off of her shoulders and we both turned her sexy body over. We moved her until her head hung over the edge of the bed and then started our next round of fun. Pinot placed the camera where it could see more and then started feeding his cock to her open mouth. There was a straight line down her throat and I could even see the bulge of his prick moving down into her. She gagged and coughed around his heavy tool. He pulled back a bit then pressed on. She reached back and kneaded his buttocks in her hands, feeling him up with a slow yearning lust. I rubbed my piss all over her lower legs and hips. Feeling the curves of her firm calves and delicous thighs. She was learning fast how to suck Pinot off an hold her breath without complaining. When Pinot came he pulled out and squeazed his meat, keeping some of the come inside. Then he pressed his pecker right up against one of her nostrils and let go. She started breathing out of her mouth as the warm seed filled her nasal passages. She was breathing hard when we both decided it was time for the formal ritual. -oOo- Chapter 4 Pinot and I chanted loudly the Order's verse as we boned the blonde cop. I was locked in a 69 with her, on my back, while Pinot pumped his cock into her backdoor. Our muffled voices mumbled between gasp and thrust, "Let our within be their without...", "Let our within be their without...", I missed a few chants as I was busily trying to eat her out, but all in all it was a good one. Pinot quivered and I could even hear a wet squirting squishy sound as his powerful torrent of seed flooded deep into her seemingly hollow bowels. He cried out in pleasure, sounding like an old man as he gasped for air. She moaned in halting gulps as the stuff filled her completely. She still had come dripping from her nose in a thick sticky line when we had finished. She licked it off like some kid cleaning the snot running from a leaky nose. Pinot gave her a copy of the video he had made of her begging, pulsating cunt and a few other odds and ends. She was still out of her mind but seemed to well understand what would happen if she told anybody about our little threesome. It was nearly morning by that time so I said, 'So long' and hit the road. -end-